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Dazai was all soft hands and sharp teeth. He was all longings and mistakes. He was probably the worst man Chuuya had the misfortune of knowing, and even more miserably, the only one he had the benefits of loving.
Chuuya had many regrets regarding him, but none of them mattered right now—not when he was so deeply imbedded in him. Dazai rocked his hips, and Chuuya felt like crashing. Right now, gravity was harsh and crushing down on him without mercy. His bones felt despairingly heavy, like moving an inch would ruin him.
The longer Dazai touched him the harder gravity held him down, and right now it was crushing him.
Sometimes, Dazai would put him on top—sit him nice and pretty on his dick—and watch him struggle to fuck his own cunt on him. He would dig his fingers into Chuuya's thighs and laugh as bruises bloomed. He never kissed the marks he made, but he made sure to leave plenty of them.
Dazai fucked him brutally, and sometimes, Chuuya wondered if maybe his partner hated him. Maybe the sex was just a way to hurt him... but Dazai had gone to such lengths just to get him here—in the Port Mafia, in his bed, on his dick—so surely he wanted him. Oh, and not to mention the wonders he worked with that tongue. Dazai could talk a man off a building or a bitch into an orgasm. He was just too talented with it.
Currently, Chuuya was hiding his pretty face in his pillows. Dazai had followed him back to his room and pinned him down soon after Chuuya locked the door. His poor pussy was quivering with want—no, with need—around Dazai's cock. He could feel his heartbeat between his legs as he desperately tried to squeeze an orgasm from the rough fucking. He was past the point of begging, now just quietly whimpering for it.
"Awe, Chibi, your pussy is so tight. It doesn't want to let me go." Dazai whispered, fingers grazing over his partner's nipples as he draped himself over his back. His dick pressed deep into him, making Chuuya squirm. His hips pressed back mindlessly to try and pull more of him inside. "You're to the hilt, pumpkin. Unless you're trying to fit my balls in this little thing, you should probably learn a little patience."
Dazai's finger pressed into his tight puss, making Chuuya squirm at the extra stretch. "Please, Dazai, don't stop. I need it. Please—"
"Please what?" He crammed another finger into his cunt, and Chuuya seemed to forget how to speak. "Please stuff your pretty little cunt to the brim? Please fuck it until it bleeds? Please bite your cute, useless clit until you cry? Use your words, chibi."
"Yes—oh, please, let me cum. Make me cum, Dazai, I don't care how. Rip me apart, just make me cum on your stupid cock—" Chuuya gasped for air as Dazai pulled out and slammed his entire dick back into him at once. Dazai's balls slapped his clit; Chuuya clawed at the sheets. "Oh, fuck..."
"You're so beautiful, chibi. I could just die with you in my arms." Dazai whispered softly in his ear, hand shaking around to hold his throat. "Have you die on my dick, watch the light fade from your eyes just before I—"
Chuuya was relieved when he shut up. Nothing was a bigger turn off than Dazai talking about how he'd love to kill him so they could die together like this. Unlike his brunette friend, Chuuya didn't exactly get off to the idea of people finding their dead bodies in this position.
He was so relieved, he didn't bother to wonder why Dazai had shut up in the first place.
Dazai was stilled inside him, and Chuuya was shameless in his begging to be ruined. Instead, Dazai's hand slipped to his mouth, gagging him on a couple fingers as he forced him to look up at the doorway. "You have a fan."
Chuuya's eyes slowly adjusted to the figure in the doorway. He tried to shout, but Dazai pushed his fingers deeper. He could have sworn he locked that door.
"So nice of you to join us, Akutagawa." Dazai said with a winning smile. "Want to learn something?"
Chuuya watched as Akutagawa spun on his heal and made for the hallway. Dazai's cruel voice made him freeze. "Come here."
The boy slowly turned back and took a few cautious steps into the room.
"If you leave, I won't let Chuuya cum." Dazai taunted, fingers slipping free as he spoke.
Chuuya gasped both for air and in terror. He didn't think as he turned back to Akutagawa. "Aku, please—don't go. Don't leave me like this, Aku, I'm begging—"
Akutagawa carefully closed the door behind himself.
"Lock it. Poor chibi seems to have forgotten to." Dazai tutted, but quickly rubbed his nose against Chuuya's cheek with a chuckle. He kissed him with a slight laugh. "Silly chibi, he's so desperate to be used he'll let just anyone walk in."
That's not true! Chuuya was positive he locked the door! He wanted to argue, but his focus was glued to little Akutagawa, timidly lingering several feet away.
"Want to see what a fucked pussy looks like?" Dazai waved him over eagerly, pulling Chuuya up by the hips. He pulled out with an obscenely wet pop, and all Chuuya could do was hide his face as Dazai waved him closer. "Look, it's all red and puffy now. It used to be so pure and taut—but that's what happens when you get good pussy. It opens up for you. Look how wet he got for me."
Dazai scooped some of the slick from his folds, drawing out a low, steady moan from his partner. He played with it between his fingers for a moment before he told Akutagawa to open up. The boy did, confused as his mouth fell open with a cute frown. Chuuya risked glancing over his shoulder to watch his face as Dazai stuck his dirty fingers deep into the younger boy's mouth.
Akutagawa looked shocked for a moment before his nervous eyes met Dazai's. He closed his mouth, and Chuuya watched as he carefully started to clean off his fingers.
It wasn't long before Dazai's wet hand was on his hip, flipping him to his back and grabbing his thigh to hike it up. "Want another taste? From the source this time. Don't worry, chibi loves being touched down here—especially licked. He's such a little whore for things like this, isn't that right, pumpkin?"
Chuuya looked away with just the cutest blush on his face. "I just—I just like how your tongue feels."
"My tongue." Dazai whispered to Akutagawa, lips so close that Chuuya thought he kissed his cheek. Dazai pushed him forward. "Go on, dive in. Treat my baby's pussy good, and I might let you inside of it."
"What?" Chuuya pushed himself back slightly, concern flashing across his face as he glanced between them. Akutagawa glanced nervously at Dazai. "That's different—"
"Don't worry, he knows better than to cum in someone else's guy, right, Aku?" The nickname felt like a threat more than anything, so Akutagawa swallowed his nerves and nodded. Dazai pat his shoulder with a proud smile. "There. Problem solved. Besides, it's not like he'll be good enough to earn it anyways."
"Dazai, I don't know. I only fuck you because—" Chuuya didn't want to look at Akutagawa. He didn't want to see the hurt on his junior's face. His legs closed a bit.
Dazai pinned his thigh back into place with soft hands and neck kisses. "Come on, pumpkin. It's Akutagawa. I know you like him more than the others. He's so clearly desperate to get in here."
His hand pressed flat against his lover's pussy as he leaned in to whisper, "You can decide who fucks you after he munches on your cute little cunt for a while, yeah?"
Chuuya finally nodded, reluctant to give in, but he was still just so fucking horny. He opened his legs wider. "Go on then."
Nothing moved for a few moments. Chuuya blushed, still unable to look at Akutagawa. "Only if you want to, Aku."
"Ah, there he goes." Dazai sounded as if Akutagawa had dove in after his invitation, but no one missed the hand in the boy's hair, pushing him down. "He's so eager."
"Please don't be mean, Dazai..." Chuuya mumbled, his own hand going to Akutagawa's hair, brushing the dark strands gently in contrast to Dazai's cruel grip. Akutagawa couldn't deny that since he was already here, he may as well devour the ginger like he deserved to be. Maybe if he did it right, then Dazai...
"Chibi prefers it slow, work him up to it—" Dazai's lie was cut off by Chuuya's sharp moan. Dazai pulled Akutagawa back by his hair. The boy's back arched; he shouted in pain. Dazai growled into his ear. "I know your skinny ass must just be starving, but you will listen to me, got it, brat?"
"Stop it, Dazai, he's fine." Chuuya snapped. He wove his fingers in with Dazai's and carefully pulled Akutagawa back into a more comfortable position for the boy—his face just happened to be pressed against Chuuya's pussy in that position.
"He's too stupid to follow directions." Dazai pulled on his hair, but Chuuya's calloused fingers rubbed his scalp so tenderly that Akutagawa didn't care. He licked him again as a subtle thanks.
"He's never done this before." Chuuya knocked Dazai's hand aside and pet Akutagawa the same way he always stroked Dazai's hair. He felt instantly lighter when his lover's touch left him. "Cut him some slack."
Anger bubbled up like jealousy at the sight of his pretty boyfriend being so caring towards someone else—towards someone else who had their face between his legs. Akutagawa, of all people, was being doted on by his lover. His. Chuuya Nakahara belonged to him, and only him. Akutagawa had no right to be touched like that.
"Eat him out, you pathetic mutt." Dazai pushed his face harder against Chuuya's pussy. "Cunt calories don't count, you know."
Chuuya hit his arm hard. "Da—"
"If Chibi cums on your face, I'll let you cum wherever you want." Dazai offered to Akutagawa, cruelly giving him hope before snatching it away. He smirked at his lover. "Of course, that's only if you can last longer than him."
"Idiot, what are you doing?" Chuuya demanded, holding Akutagawa protectively—or at least, as protective as he could with him licking his sensitive cunt. He was a little bit confused by the way Akutagawa didn't waste a second of being so close to him, but he couldn't complain. Dazai was being so mean, yet he was dutifully eating him out.
"I'm going to fuck him." Dazai cooed, grabbing Akutagawa's waistband and pulling it down. "Wrap your legs, pumpkin."
Chuuya wasn't sure why he complied, hooking his legs over Akutagawa's shoulders to keep him locked in place. The boy thrashed, all of his pent up fear bubbling over. Dazai would never be gentle with him.
"The way I want to just rip into this ass... I wonder how much you'd bleed with no prep, no warning..." Dazai draped himself over Akutagawa's back, whispering in his ear and groping his chest. He turned his head slightly to lick Chuuya's thigh. "My baby seems to like you, so I won't break you in front of him. Make no mistake, dog, his fleeting affection won't protect you forever."
"What are you saying to him?" Chuuya demanded, hand moving to grab Dazai's hair and tilt his head back. The brunette pressed into his touch, moving closer to his face immediately.
"Just how precious you are to me, pumpkin." Dazai cooed, swiftly cupping his boyfriend's face and kissing him. He leaned away with a slight frown at his lover's plain expression. "Is he so useless you don't even feel it?"
"Hm?" Chuuya glanced down to where Akutagawa was mildly too distracted to lick him properly. Chuuya rubbed himself shyly across his face; he tried to save the boy some embarrassment. "I guess I've been spoiled by your tongue, dumbass."
"Hm, well, I would give him advice, save for the fact that if you cum too quickly, he gets to cum on you." Dazai pouted. He reached down to tease Chuuya's clit—pathetic boy, licking all around his hole and not even thinking about the most sensitive part.
Chuuya gasped at the touch. "Da—Dazai—"
"I don't know who even let him into the Port Mafia. If he can't do something as simple as pleasure a woman, then—" Dazai's words were cut off by a reverberating slap. He slowly turned his head back to his partner, who stared at him with the cruelest glare.
"You fucking know better." Chuuya pushed Akutagawa away roughly, moving away from both of them. "I'm going to find someone else to get off."
Something dark twisted at his throat. He knew Chuuya would never sleep with anyone else. He wouldn't. He wouldn't dare. Dazai caught Chuuya's wrist anyway, tumbling over Akutagawa to catch him. He held him tight, pulling him closer. All the gravity in the world seemed focused around him. "Pumpkin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that—"
"You promised." Chuuya hissed and snatched his wrist away. The only reason Chuuya started sleeping with Dazai in the first place was because the slightly younger boy figured out he had a cunt. The deal was that Dazai would respect his pronouns and keep his secret and in return, Chuuya would fuck around with him. Really, Chuuya saw it as a win-win. It wasn't until later that it developed into something... more.
"I know, I'm sorry." Dazai begged with those wide, lying eyes, and Chuuya almost caved. He didn't move, waiting for more. "Chibi, you know I love you just the way you are. It was a stupid mistake."
He crossed his arms, eyes locking onto the way Akutagawa nervously wiped his face. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed the sight of his slick glistening against his mouth. Maybe on a better day he could pull him aside and teach him properly—without Dazai breathing down their necks.
"I'll let you pick out a new strap." Dazai finally gave him what he wanted, and Chuuya pretended to still be upset.
"Fine. I'll stay." Chuuya muttered, falling in love with the lips on his neck all over again. His fingers brushed through Dazai's hair playfully, and the brunette bit him softly in response.
Dazai kissed him deeply and pulled him back onto the bed on top of him. Chuuya giggled as Dazai played with him, and they both momentarily forgot about their guest. Dazai's knee bumped him while Chuuya was too distracted to notice the disgust come over his face. "You're still here?"
"I—"
"Speak up." Dazai demanded. Chuuya looked them both over with a frown.
"I didn't think I was allowed to leave." Akutagawa admitted pathetically.
Still, it brought a smile to Dazai's eyes. "You aren't."
Akutagawa nodded, eyes downcast. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
"Oh, come on, Dazai. If he wants to leave, let him." Chuuya cooed to his lover, brushing his lips across his jaw.
"Hey, chibi, my darling, how would you feel about double—" Dazai was interrupted by lips on his own.
After a few seconds, Chuuya pulled away. Excitement bubbled over and made him forget about the other person needed for his little fantasy. "Prep me."
Dazai pushed Chuuya off into Akutagawa's lap, a mischievous grin on his face. "Get ready, baby."
Chuuya groaned, already knowing what he wanted. The redhead sat up, and with an apologetic smile, pushed Akutagawa flat on his back. He climbed on top of him, rubbing his bare, wet pussy across his boxers. "I'm going to put it in, if that's okay."
Akutagawa nodded rapidly, helping to remove his underwear. "I don't mind."
He felt the lube-slicked fingers insert up his ass just as he sat on Akutagawa's dick. He cried out at the way he lost pace and control of his weight all at once and dropped completely onto his length. Chuuya leaned his head back to Dazai's shoulder, to bask in the feeling.
"You're so hot, chibi." Dazai whispered, kissing wherever he could reach. His baby, his cockwhore, so desperate to get filled up that he let some nobody's filthy dick inside his pussy. Dazai was torn by jealousy. He wanted so badly to see Chuuya ruthlessly stuffed from every hole—a heavy cock in his mouth, gagging him while he struggled to remember what breathing was, a thick one up his ass, fucking him relentlessly, two in his beautiful pussy, spilling white through his messy red pubes like it was always meant to be there.
"Fuck, Dazai, slow down—" Chuuya's knuckles were white on Akutagawa's hips, his cunt clenched cruelly on his dick. Dazai's fingers hammered in and out of him, three at a time. A fourth finger struggled to break past the muscle, and Chuuya cried at the pain. "Dazai—please!"
His hand withdrew immediately, and Chuuya fell onto Akutagawa's chest, panting. He squirmed, and Dazai nearly fainted at the sound of his slutty wet cunt squishing around some inferior brat's cock.
"I'm sorry, Pumpkin." Dazai's sweet voice made Chuuya reach back and push him away with a hand on his face. Dazai laughed. "Here, I'll show you how sorry I am..."
Chuuya moaned shamelessly as Dazai sank balls deep into his ass. He wiggled his hips, and Akutagawa turned his head away in embarrassment. A moan slipped out of his lips, and Chuuya was a little too caught up in the sound. He turned the boy's head back to face him, fingers pulling at his lips. Akutagawa stared at him, fear bright in his eyes as Chuuya poked and pulled at his lips.
Dazai's hand cupped Chuuya's chest, and the ginger gasped. The spell was broken; he moved his hand to hold the younger boy's jaw. Chuuya gasped as he felt Dazai move. "Don't look away from me, Aku."
Dazai rolled his eyes, glaring at Akutagawa from behind his boyfriend. Akutagawa swallowed thickly.
"Chibi, I think it's unfair to make me do all the work." Dazai pouted.
"Fuck, what do you want me to do about it? You picked the position." Chuuya groaned, grinding himself over the two dicks inside him. He felt so full... it certainly wasn't the first time he had done anal with Dazai, but it was the first time he had two people at once.
He remembered the first time they had done it like that, with Chuuya's legs being held open for a mirror. He could still hear Dazai talking about how lonely his pussy looked, quivering around nothing at all while his ass clenched desperately on his cock. He had wanted to stuff it full ever since.
"Fine, be unfair." Dazai sucked on his neck, eyeing the boy beneath them. He couldn't stop the hatred bubbling up in his chest. He didn't want to stop it. He fanned the flames, unbothered by the lack of rhyme or reason. Akutagawa's gaze had been on his boy for too long. "I'll just have to punish you later for being so lazy."
Chuuya rolled his eyes. "I hope it's a vibrator on my clit. You're both so fucking bad at—ah!"
"What was that, pumpkin?" Dazai cooed, groping him as he thrusted steadily in and out. Chuuya shook his head. Dazai smiled at his cute submission. "Don't worry, if my baby thinks he can handle hours alone, cumming and crying my name, then who am I to not let him at least try?"
"Daz—Dazai—" Chuuya sighed, arms already shaking. He looked beneath him to see where Akutagawa sat nestled deep into his pussy. He was longer than Dazai, but Chuuya knew better than to point that out. Besides, Dazai was thicker, and sometimes that's more important. Still... he could feel parts of his body he didn't know he could—from both sides. He locked eyes with the boy and let out a soft and pathetic moan. "Aku..."
Dazai's grip tightened, and his thrusting became more sporadic. Chuuya cried out, clenching around both of them. Damn, he was so pretty when he was overwhelmed. Dazai slipped one hand around his neck to choke back the sounds he knew he would make. Chuuya was always one for theatrics, but sex was something else entirely. The little brat was just so loud, and while normally, Dazai would love for the entire mafia to hear him scream his name, he wouldn't risk Akutagawa's name on his lips.
Dazai was almost too distracted by the sight of his pretty boyfriend cumming for him too notice the white leaking from his perfect pussy. His face darkened at the sight. He didn't feel anything as his knuckles connected with Akutagawa's eye. Chuuya jerked suddenly, mind still too cloudy to process anything at all.
Before he could ride out his high, Dazai pulled him off their dicks and pushed him aside onto the mattress. He bounced a little when Dazai's body disconnected from him.
Dazai threw another punch, square to the jaw. Akutagawa fought back, but Dazai was stronger by miles. He pinned his wrists down and forced his way between his legs. "How dare you!"
"What the hell!" He tried to kick him, but Dazai was already too close. He handed off both wrists to the same grip.
"Chibi, hand me that scarf." Dazai said calmly. Chuuya didn't move, in fact, Dazai wasn't sure he breathed for a moment as the realization dawned on him. Not even Dazai came inside his cunt. Chuuya had been explicitly clear on that. Dazai didn't have time to waste though. He slapped Chuuya on the back of the head. "Scarf, now."
Chuuya fumbled to reach it and hand it over. Dazai spared a moment to kiss his soft lips and the side of his mouth before tying down Akutagawa's hands. The boy fought him every second, but soon, hands where on his thighs and pushing his legs out of the way.
He didn't bother prepping him or reapplying the lube he'd used on Chuuya. The redhead watched in silent horror, shaking with every nerve in his body. His eyes were glued between the two as Dazai fucked him brutally until he came inside him. He was afraid to look at Akutagawa's face—it was all tear tracks and snot, and he didn't want to be responsible for it. Chuuya closed his eyes, slumping against the wall and pulling his knees up.
Dazai pulled out and shoved Akutagawa away. White and red trickled from his ass, but no one moved to help him. Dazai reached for Chuuya, voice so soft that no one could reconcile the man that held his boyfriend so carefully was the same man that ripped another boy's ass open.
"Hey, baby, it's okay. Don't worry, Chibi. It won't take. I'll make sure of it." Dazai eased his hand between his lover's legs and poked at his entrance. He tried to pry his legs open. Chuuya wouldn't budge, so Dazai nuzzled against his jaw. "Let me clean you up."
His thighs fell open wordlessly.
Dazai felt the bed shift, and he lashed out to grab Akutagawa's ankle. He dragged him back onto the center of the bed, voice dripping with venom. "I'm not done with you."
"Dazai, please—it was a mistake." Chuuya sniffled, holding Dazai's arm desperately. "Just leave him alone."
"Baby, you could get pregnant because of his mistake. Do you really want to be knocked up at seventeen? By some guy you don't even love?" Dazai cupped his boyfriend's cheek brushing his hair from his sweaty face. "I'd understand if it had been me, but you have every right to hate him for this."
Chuuya squeezed his eyes shut with a whine. "Just help me. Get it out before it can—please, Dazai. Just—Dazai..."
"Don't worry, pumpkin, I've got you." Dazai held Chuuya in his arms while he scooped out the excess cum, not bothering to clarify that this was mostly useless. Mori would whip Chuuya up a fix in the morning if he sucked him off, and besides didn't his stupid boyfriend know anything about fertilization? If anything, this pathetic show of cleaning him out was just to make him calm down—and maybe an excuse to have his fingers in him again. A wicked idea came to mind. "Oh..."
"What?" Chuuya sniffled, immediately on edge at his boyfriend's worried tone.
"I can't get it all with my hands." He put on a sad face, like he hadn't known this all along. He watched Chuuya's eyes get blurry again before he snapped at Akutagawa. "Lay down, now."
"What?" The boy flinched away.
"Lay down." Dazai snarled, loving the way Chuuya clung tighter to his arms. He helped his pretty boy move to straddle Akutagawa's face without a word. Finally, he whispered to Akutagawa with a handful of black and white hair. "If he cums, you're done for."
"Stop whispering, dum—" Chuuya reached for Dazai. "Hey, bastard, come here."
Dazai came up with all the flair of a liar, scooping Chuuya into his arms and forcing his pussy down on someone else's face. Chuuya gasped, and he kissed away the surprise. "Don't worry, chibi, I'll take care of you. Even if you do get all gross and pregnant."
"Dazai!" Chuuya whined, tears welling up as he clung to his boyfriend. He began to shake from the sobs, and Dazai happily rubbed his back and comforted him through it.
He squeezed his butt with one hand. "I mean it, chibi. You mean everything to me. I'd never let you be discarded."
Chuuya finally gave in and cried for all he was worth. He was so scared—so, so scared. He couldn't have a baby! He was too young... and besides, this was no world for a baby. How could he be a mafioso if he was a parent? He would be a joke. He would lose all the respect he'd fought so hard for. He would never stand a chance at becoming a boss. He'd just be a grunt forever...
Chuuya put all his weight onto Dazai, and after a few unbearably long minutes, the brunette finally let him fall into his arms. He pulled him off of Akutagawa, cooing praises and false promises the whole time. He laid him down with a smile and a kiss on the head. He grabbed Akutagawa and drug him towards the door. He had the mercy to grab his coat as well.
He closed the door behind them and shoved the younger boy into the opposite wall, not caring they were in the nude. "Take this as a lesson, brat. Stay away from him."
Akutagawa struggled with the arm against his throat. "I don't—"
"Don't. Chuuya is mine, you worthless cur." Dazai's smile didn't seem to reach past his lips. Even his tone felt ominous.
Akutagawa could only nod anxiously. "O-okay—"
"That's not what you call me." Dazai leaned in slightly.
"Sir." He corrected himself quickly. "Yes, sir."
"Good..." Dazai leaned in and kissed him, open-mouthed yet uninterested in actually kissing him. He sucked around his lips for a few moments before pushing Akutagawa to the ground. He smiled innocently. "You taste like him."