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“And what are you doing with those?” Keiji stared blankly at what Dazai had suddenly pulled out from behind him. It was a pair of handcuffs, and the look on his face gave Keiji the impression that his intentions with them were much less than professional.
Dazai cocked his head. “I’m handing them to you, obviously. They’re yours, aren’t they?”
Keiji blinked slowly before tentatively taking the cuffs, his gaze meeting Dazai’s again. He raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’re right, but we’re in my office. If I needed them, I could’ve gotten them myself.”
“Why don’t you think you’ll need them?” He stepped back a bit and held his wrists out to Keiji, coquettishly batting his lashes.
Once again, Keiji looked at Dazai’s hands, then back at him. “I don’t follow.”
“Come on, Keiji-san… you’re a detective, aren’t you? Don’t play dumb. Use that big brain of yours.” Impish grin unchanging, he shook his arms impatiently. “My arms are gonna get tired like this, y’know.”
Keiji wasn’t sure how he felt about how forward Dazai was being, but he decided to humor him. He affixed the cuffs to Dazai’s wrists, and the private swooned. “Oh, Keiji-san, you’re exciting me… I’ve been bound in a lot of ways, but never quite like this…”
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you…”
“Absolutely. This is serious business. You’ve got an arrest to complete, don’t you?” Dazai felt his face grow warmer as he closed the distance between them suddenly, lowering his voice to a honeyed whisper. “I hope you don’t plan on letting me get away. I could be a dangerous man, Keiji-san…” He giggled. Before Keiji could respond, Dazai leaned in and kissed him. Softly and chastely, almost like he thought he was pressing his luck.
Keiji froze for just a heartbeat, then two, then three, and kissed Dazai back before he fully knew what he was doing, feeling heat flood to his cheeks. It was as if something like a switch had flipped in his brain. He brought his hands to Dazai’s face, and Dazai chuckled, breaking the kiss. “That was cute of you.”
“I’d say you kissing me like that in the first place is cuter, given your intentions.”
“Oh? Should I kiss you harder, then?”
The smile that crept across Keiji’s face mirrored Dazai’s. “Might as well.”
With that, Dazai brought his lips to Keiji’s again, humming into them as he did. Keiji kissed him with more intent, and when Dazai’s tongue made its way against Keiji’s mouth, Keiji did not hesitate to let it in.
Dazai pressed his hips into Keiji, trapping his bound hands between their pelvises and earning a soft grunt from the policeman, prompting him to stumble backwards until he was against the wall. He brought a hand to Dazai’s waist, matching the pressure he applied, and drew a breath as Dazai moved his fingers against the growing bulge in his pants. Fuck, Keiji thought. Dazai knew he was already starting to drive him crazy, and Keiji could tell he was enjoying that fact far too much from the hubris in his kiss. With a single brisk movement, Keiji had Dazai pushed up against the wall in his stead; it took shockingly little effort, he noted, and less because of his own strength than because of the private’s lithe frame. Keiji wasn’t sure why that excited him as much as it did.
Dazai broke the kiss again and looked at Keiji with wild surprise, but his expression quickly settled into a smug one. “Glad to see you finally taking charge, officer. Our city’s in good hands.”
“What, I wasn’t taking charge before? You’re the one in handcuffs, Dazai-san.” Grinding his hips harder still against Dazai, Keiji grabbed Dazai’s jaw and brought his lips to the skin just beneath his ear, slowly kissing his way down his neck. Dazai moaned, faint and airy, and Keiji delighted in the way he shuddered against him, how his slender arms dug into Keiji’s body just shy of painfully as he moved. As if led by instinct, he sucked on the skin just below the angle of Dazai’s jaw, bringing his hand to the opposite side of his neck. His skin, Keiji noticed as the crimson of a hickey slowly began to blossom across it, was incredibly soft, and through it he could feel Dazai’s heart racing. He trailed his hand down Dazai’s body, stopping briefly at his chest before rucking his shirt up and slipping under it.
“You’re getting into this quickly.” Dazai’s tone was as teasing as ever, and he surprised himself by managing not to waver even slightly with Keiji practically making love to him already.
“You make it sound like you’re not the one who started this.” Keiji stopped his work on Dazai’s neck as he swiped his thumbs over Dazai’s nipples. The private shuddered, feeling them harden from the contact. “And I’d say you don’t have much room to talk.”
“Well, Keiji-san,” he ventured, “you’re the one helping yourself to me like your life depends on it, even though I’ve hardly done anything at all.”
Keiji paused for a moment as the realization sank in, and the slight flush that crossed his face made Dazai giggle. “You… have the right to remain silent, you know.” His remark was a cross between annoyed and sheepish.
“Aw, but that’s no fun.” Dazai pouted playfully.
Keiji, his expression meek, avoided meeting Dazai’s eyes. “...Get on your knees,” he ordered, taking a small step back to give him space to move.
Dazai snickered at the abruptness of the command, but he obliged. “Yes, sir,” he mused, sinking to the floor and sitting on his knees.
As Keiji reached to undo the button of his work pants, Dazai steadied himself on his hands and pressed his face up to the warm bulge inside them. His gaze did not shift from Keiji’s expression as he felt his cock twitch against him, as he took Keiji’s zipper between his teeth and slowly undid it for him. The policeman swallowed hard, bringing a hand to grab hold of Dazai’s hair and pulling his pants and boxers off, leaving a thatch of dark hair and the erection it surrounded fully exposed.
Dazai froze. He could tell it was big before, but now that he could see the whole thing… Jesus Christ, he thought. He prayed Keiji wouldn't notice his surprise.
His gaze flitted to Keiji’s again as he brought his lips to where the shaft met the scrotum, planting kisses and feeling Keiji’s warmth against his face. He hummed into his skin, and Keiji drew a small breath; he dragged his tongue, flat and wet, up Keiji’s shaft and felt a rush from how it pulsed again. Keiji, he noticed, was so unbearably hard it must have hurt— he confirmed it with the restlessness in his gaze, the way he tightened his grip on Dazai’s hair, how it seemed like it was taking everything in him to keep from doubling over and finishing right then and there. Dazai, enjoying it all far too much, had no intention of giving him relief that easily.
He flicked his tongue over Keiji’s sensitive frenulum, and he smiled deliriously as it made Keiji hiss and his tip wet with precum. For someone so stoic in demeanor, Dazai thought, Keiji’s body was incredibly lewd; the realization sent a roiling wave of ardor through him. He resented the fact that he couldn’t touch himself.
He finally took Keiji into his mouth, hearing him grunt softly as his lips slipped past his sensitivity, watching eagerly as a blush spread across Keiji’s face. Painstakingly slowly— he couldn’t deny that Keiji was much bigger than what he was used to working with— the private pressed Keiji’s length deeper and deeper into his mouth, feeling his eyes sting a bit as it much more than filled up his throat, and took it all the way to its base. Keiji’s face was bright red at the sight, and he throbbed hard in Dazai’s throat; Dazai felt himself throb in turn.
“…Fuck, I’ve never seen anyone do that before.” The statement was impulsive and almost juvenile, but Keiji found his reservations rapidly abating.
Dazai, flattered yet not wanting to be rude by talking with his mouth full, batted his lashes. The sight was a little absurd, and Keiji would have snickered if he weren’t so entranced.
The private felt content with his showing-off and pulled back, freeing his throat before starting to mouth ardently on the policeman’s cock. Keiji failed to stifle a moan– something of a grunt, light and breathy and telling of the lust he’d been suppressing-- and he couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting shut, his grip on Dazai’s hair from tightening. A jolt of giddiness shot down Dazai’s spine. He let out a small moan, feeling how the vibration made the blond twitch in his mouth.
Dazai watched Keiji battle with self-restraint with every movement; his breath grew slow and heavy, and he cursed beneath it, bringing his other hand to take ahold of Dazai’s hair. A rush of heat flooded to Dazai’s cock, and he felt himself swell again. He wondered how long he could keep Keiji like this, in this state that made him seem almost helpless when Dazai was the one at his command. An idea struck him. He suddenly came to a halt, watching as Keiji blinked his eyes open again in confusion, still listless and panting, still flushed to the tips of his ears.
“... Why’d you…?” Keiji murmured, addled and almost distraught.
Dazai slowly started to pull himself off of Keiji’s dick, taunting him with his eyes as his lips brushed over the sensitive underside of his tip, until he threatened to take Keiji out of his mouth entirely. Before he could, Keiji suddenly thrusted all the way into Dazai’s throat, unaffected by the private choking out a yelp and staring up at him like a deer in headlights, seized by some sort of unbridled desperation. Any semblance of control Dazai might have felt disappeared in an instant as Keiji started to make a cocksleeve of his throat, his head lolling downward and eyes squeezing back shut, sobriety fading as he chased avariciously after his pleasure.
Dazai couldn’t move, could hardly breathe between his racing heart and Keiji’s frantic thrusts. Something like panic swelled in his lungs, slipping out as strained grunts as he gagged around Keiji’s length over and over. His eyes watered from how hard his throat strained to fit the policeman, and tears rolled down as he squeezed them shut, bracing in vain for the impact that he could hardly handle, that wouldn’t stop coming.
And yet, there was something about it all– maybe it was the way Keiji wasn’t simply huffing or grunting, but full on keening as he pleasured himself, or the fact the cop seemed to forget Dazai had feelings entirely as he ravaged his throat– that made Dazai mind-numbingly excited. His pained wails dissolved into bliss-ridden moans, his sex throbbing with every movement of the policeman’s hips.
Keiji felt himself grow dangerously near his orgasm. The realization made his hips stutter to a stop, bringing himself down from the high. His breathing, still thick, started to slow; the tremor of his body subsided, and his eyes breezed open to the state of the private, who had been left at the mercy of his outburst.
Dazai’s cheeks were hot and flustered scarlet, his face trembling. His eyebrows were contorted in something between anguish and sweet resignation; tears pooled in his eyes, fat pearls that caught the light and threatened to spill over. The look on his face as he stared up at Keiji was pitiable. Pleading. Almost fearful.
Keiji swallowed. The sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge.
Finally starting to come to himself, Keiji pulled out of Dazai’s mouth; the brunet coughed, his breathing labored. “Owwww…” Dazai wailed, bringing his trembling hands to massage his throat. “Jeez, Keiji-san, that hurt…”
“… My bad.” Keiji was slightly caught off-guard by how puerile the remark was, given the context.
“Some apology that is,” Dazai sniffled. “I’m crying right in front of you, and you don’t even seem to care… so cruel…”
“Can’t help but think you liked it, though... You don’t seem awfully upset.” Keiji idly took his pants the rest of the way off, softly kicking them to the side.
“So what if I did?!” Dazai bristled. “It’s the principle of it! You should be carrying me in your arms and gingerly kissing the tears from my face while telling me how good I did, or something like that!”
“... I’m completing an arrest, remember?” Keiji was largely unfazed by Dazai’s antics, unable to shake from his mind the look in Dazai’s eyes moments before; the release he kept from himself grew apparent as his erection only throbbed harder. “Don’t see that as being any productive.”
“I can’t believe— HEY!”
Before the private could protest, Keiji had lifted him onto the desk, making quick work of unfastening his trousers and leaving him in his boxer briefs. Dazai gawked at him, but it didn’t take very long for him to realize he was pretty into it. “So, what’s this about, officer?”
“I’m conducting an interrogation,” he stated, trailing a hand up Dazai’s thigh while eyeing the bulge in his drawers. “I have some questions to ask you.”
“Is this how you usually interrogate your suspects, Keiji-san? It seems a little… unorthodox, if you will,” Dazai noted, his cluelessness clearly feigned. “Is this… a tactic reserved for suspects of the highest threat, maybe? Oh! Or maybe I’m just– a-aah–”
Dazai mewled as his hips bucked forward, abruptly ending his spiel as Keiji started to paw at his cock through his underwear. The neglected pressure that had been building there left him overwhelmingly sensitive. Keiji stifled a chuckle at the display, limiting the contact of his hand to Dazai’s shaft. “How about you tell me your full name and date of birth?”
The private did his best not to squirm from Keiji’s touch. “Dazai Osamu… June 19th, 1994.”
“Thank you, Dazai-san. Now, would you mind telling me where you were at the approximate time of the murder?”
Dazai drew a shaking breath. “When… would that be, officer?”
“We’ll say yesterday morning, give or take.”
“Ah, well… the night before that, I actually had—“ He let out a small grunt. “—taken around sixty-seven pills… that I f-found in a drawer at the agency headquarters.”
Keiji froze. “You… you what?”
“Yeah…” Dazai sounded dismayed, but certainly not in a way proportionate to his words. “It didn’t work though… all it did was knock me out, and unfortunately, I woke up at around five P.M. yesterday. Such a shame, don’t you think? What a lousy attempt that was…”
Keiji stared at Dazai. He seemed to have forgotten, he now realized, that this man was some kind of maniac. He recalled then a comment from Dazai’s colleague in the moments before that he was “just like this”, and tried to push the brief exchange to the far, far recesses of the back of his mind.
“Hey, Keiji-san… don’t you have any more, uh, questions to ask me?” Dazai, clearly impatient, had his eyes glued to Keiji’s hand, which had stilled atop the bulge in his briefs. “Don’t tell me you’ve deemed me innocent from just a single question… from one detective to another, that’s amateurish.”
“Are you suggesting your involvement in the crime?”
Dazai wore a shit-eating grin, meeting Keiji’s gaze. “Now, if I was, why would I admit to it? Draw it out of me, officer. If I’m guilty, surely you can make me confess.”
Keiji smirked that lazy-yet-seductive smirk that Dazai was starting to take a strong liking to. “Well, I guess that’s not too far out of the way of cooperative behavior.” He brought his thumb over the frenulum of Dazai’s cock and watched him reel from the sensation. “Tell me, Dazai-san, what was the first thing you saw after waking up?”
Dazai’s gaze grew ironically taunting as he did his best to stifle the quivering of his hips. “It was… Kunikida-kun, probably, and that g-glare of his… I’m afraid I don’t remember too well, officer.”
“I’m not surprised. I can’t imagine it’s easy to find your bearings after a stunt like that, huh…”
“Y-you’d be right.”
“What do you remember feeling in that moment, then? Dizzy? Lightheaded, maybe?” He tugged on the band of the private’s boxers just enough to bare the top of his erection, his fingers grazing the tip of his cock as he did. Dazai inhaled sharply and winced. His reactivity to every touch of Keiji’s hands bordered on humiliating.
“I’m… not sure I’m c-certain why you’re asking me that, officer.”
“Well, I don’t think you’re in any position not to give me an answer.” Keiji massaged Dazai’s clothed shaft, a languid pressure that made his tip leak, that wrought a faint, decadent sigh from the brunet. “Would you disagree?”
“...No, officer. B-but I can’t say… that I remember very well.”
“We both know you can do a little better than that, Dazai-san,” Keiji chuckled as he pulled off Dazai’s underwear and exposed the entirety of his cock. Dazai seemed to be starting to forget himself, his eyes thoroughly transfixed by every move Keiji made, his mouth hanging slightly agape, his breaths bated and shallow. “And I think I know what’ll make you.” Keiji withdrew his hand from Dazai’s bulge with a suddenness unbearable by him.
“...What…?” Dazai blinked.
He brought his fingers to Dazai’s lips, pressing on them lightly. “Open your mouth for me, will you?”
It was only a moment before Dazai caught on and came to himself just a bit, and he slyly parted his lips. Keiji slipped two of his fingers in, and Dazai worked his tongue around them, sucking on them lightly, moaning softly.
The policeman took his fingers, now soaking wet, out of Dazai’s mouth, and smeared them over the private’s newly-exposed dick, taking it in his hand. What little composure Dazai might have managed to keep until then gave way, and the moan that escaped him as he shuddered was fervid. Desperate, as if now his next breath hinged solely off of whether or not Keiji kept his hands on him. His eyes were locked on the flex of Keiji’s biceps as he moved, the somehow-exhilaratingly slight twist of his hand as he stroked, and he found himself growing more and more out of breath.
Keiji brought his mouth to Dazai’s ear. “I’ll give you an easier question, Dazai-san.” His voice was low and dulcet; Dazai reeled at the sound. “How about you tell me how you’re feeling right now?”
Dazai couldn’t keep his voice from wavering, could hardly form words amidst the pleasure wracking his body. “I-it’s… good…”
“Care to elaborate?”
Dazai felt heat flooding to his cheeks. “You know… d-damn well…”
Keiji started to stroke faster, and Dazai groaned, keeling over into Keiji’s shoulder. His entire body shook as he let out a string of curses, the sound muffled by the fabric of the vest Keiji wore. “If I knew, Dazai-san,” Keiji mused with an audible grin, “I wouldn’t have asked. I’d like to hear from you.”
“I’m—!!” Dazai meekly grabbed for Keiji’s arm as his moans grew erratic. “F-FFFFuck, K-Keiji-san…”
“Hm?”
“You’re…!!”
“I’m what?” Keiji purred. “Use your words.”
“You’re m-making me…” Dazai’s head spun wildly, and he felt himself about to give, hips quivering, arms limp, cock throbbing hard in the policeman’s grasp. “Fuck, Keiji-san, I’m—“
Before Dazai could finish, Keiji released his cock, leaving the private twitching and panting as he dangled from the precipice of his high. A few moments passed before he let out something like a gasp and lifted his head to meet Keiji’s infuriatingly smug gaze. Dazai swallowed. “You… um… h-hey, I didn’t finish answering your question, you know.”
“I’ve heard what I needed to hear.”
“That can’t possibly be everything…?! Ask me if I recognize the murder weapon… or something…” Dazai feebly tugged on Keiji’s wrist. “You could miss something really important…”
“I doubt that.” Keiji snickered, and Dazai glared at him.
“Come on… don’t be ridiculous. This isn’t… fair…” His growing desperation was painfully evident, jarring given his disposition moments before.
“What makes you say that?” Keiji taunted, snaking his hand up Dazai’s hip— notably, away from where he needed it— and settling it on his waist with infuriating tenderness. Dazai’s face grew unreadable as Keiji continued, gazing deeply into the brunet’s eyes. “You could be a criminal… and I just so happen to be refusing to press you any further. Nearly too good to be true. You can get away entirely scot-free, y’know? It’s–”
Keiji’s words were cut off by Dazai crashing his lips into his, the sound of the policeman’s surprise muffled by the private’s tongue as he leaned further and further into him. Keiji stumbled back, making just enough room for Dazai to hop down from the table and press their bodies together as close as he could manage, the kiss unsevered. Dazai’s hands were flush against the policeman’s exposed member, and they wrenched a grunt from Keiji as he brought a hand to Dazai’s face, kissing him harder still despite himself, hastily guiding Dazai’s body against the nearest wall. Shit, Keiji thought, yanking down Dazai’s underwear with his free hand as they kissed, holding their cocks together and stroking them in tandem with quick, light movements. They both melted into each other, driven half mad from how badly they craved the sensation.
Keiji stopped and pulled away, staring at Dazai with a lust so potent it rivaled hunger, into those big eyes of his that stared back with barely-concealed need. Their breaths were slow and heavy, the air between them thick with unspoken yet unmistakable tension.
“What now, officer?” Dazai’s voice was soft and light and cloying, too pacifying, too demure; it buzzed in Keiji’s head, pervasive as the clamor of cicadas in the heart of summertime. Between the sudden kiss and this clear character fraud, both men knew what the private was doing, yet Keiji still had to stifle a hiss. “Have any more questions for me?”
“...No. Dammit. Just stay here.” He power-walked to his desk, and Dazai watched as he rummaged through the drawers for a few moments until he produced a small bottle of lubricant. Dazai could not help his strong confusion as to why a detective would need to keep such a thing in his office desk drawer, but thought better than to ask about it. It was working in his favor, anyway, and he had definitely kept worse things in his own.
Keiji locked eyes with Dazai as he walked back. He kissed Dazai’s neck, beginning to fiddle with the lid of the bottle and depositing a generous amount of lube into his hand; he slathered his cock with it, giving himself more than a few self-indulgent strokes that made him moan into Dazai’s ear, long and sonorous and velveteen. A chill ran down the brunet’s spine.
“Dazai-san,” Keiji breathed, nothing short of libidinous. “Dazai-san, I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”
Dazai felt his stomach somersault. “Well, if you insist, Keiji-san,” he replied with an indolent smirk.
Keiji lifted up Dazai’s legs and hooked his elbows at the knees, keeping the private’s back against the wall while spreading his legs apart. Dazai was remarkably flexible; Keiji was remarkably strong, although it didn’t require much strength to lift someone of Dazai’s constitution. With Keiji’s hands occupied, Dazai took up the task of aligning Keiji’s dick with his pulsating entrance, his movements greedy and imprecise; success couldn’t have come any sooner, and Keiji pressed into him with the voracity of a dying man.
With just a single thrust, Dazai keened at how perfectly Keiji stretched him out and filled him deep, the effort it took to take him all the way, the feeling of him brushing right there, fuck, right there before pulling nearly all the way out again. Keiji did not waste time picking up speed, the movement of his hips soon growing uncontrollable, cursing in between heavy breaths and debauched moans at the sensation of Dazai around him at long last, at the sweet sounds Dazai was letting out at the feeling of Keiji slamming into him. They were something close to a whine, a noise that seemed to suggest he almost couldn’t handle it yet needed it nonetheless, a cacophony nothing short of heavenly.
Dazai’s mind spun. He couldn’t help but to moan the policeman’s name over and over again like a zealot at worship, every inch of his body alight with sheer ecstasy at how Keiji made him feel so full, so good, so utterly horny that words would surely fail to do him justice. Keiji brought his mouth to Dazai’s and they kissed, a noisy mess of tongues and spit and desperation that left Keiji fucking him even harder somehow. The private wailed into Keiji’s mouth, and Keiji panted and groaned feverishly in turn. Whatever need the pair may have had for investigation or interrogation had dissipated entirely, leaving nothing but this need in its wake.
Dazai felt an all-too-familiar tightness unraveling inside him as the pleasure neared its peak. He had waited so, so long, and the previous denial left him paranoid. “Keiji-san!” he cried out against his better judgement. “Keiji-san, I’m gonna cum, p-please let me cum this time, Keiji-san, I’m so fucking close—”
“Say that again?” Keiji grunted and met Dazai’s gaze, his rhythm unchanging. “C-can’t hear you too well.”
The private’s words were a frenetic babble. “Please, Keiji-san, please let me cum, I need it so bad, so, so bad, I’m—”
“I don’t know if I sh-should. I might pull out and—”
“No!” Dazai responded in a heartwrenching sob. “No, no, K-Keiji-san, I fucking need this, please, God, you have no idea how badly I want you to make me cum, you’ve fucked with me enough, please don’t stop, just l-let me f-fucking finish, for the love of fucking Christ…” Tears formed in Dazai’s eyes as he pleaded.
It was a genuinely pathetic display— like something out of an adult movie— and at witnessing it, Keiji felt like he had never been more aroused in his life. “God, Dazai-san. You s-sound like a total whore right now, you know that?”
“Yes, I do, I can’t help it, let me cum, please!”
“You can hold out for a little longer for me, I think.”
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” The tears were streaming down his face now, begotten by equal parts bliss and torment. “P-please, please, Keiji-san, I w-wanna cum, I can’t take it anymore, please, I don’t c-care what you do to me after, just please let me cum…”
“F-Fine, then.” The policeman leaned in, his voice lowered just shy of a whisper. “Cum for me, Dazai-san.”
The minute the words left Keiji’s mouth, Dazai cried out in pure rapture, his body going slack against the wall as his cock throbbed and spurted and made a mess of their clothes. Keiji didn’t slow, and the pleasure kept flooding in long after Dazai’s cock had dribbled out the last of its contents. It was so much, too much, and Dazai’s ears rang, his vision sparking, his thoughts devolving into incoherent nonsense as sheer sensation took him over. He was completely helpless; his orgasm seemed to have no end, and all he could do was take it until Keiji was satisfied.
Mind-numbing minutes passed before Keiji’s moans turned into almost a whimper, his hips starting to stutter. “Aaah, fuck, D-Dazai-san, I’m there…”
“In me,” Dazai instinctively breathed in between moans. “In me, in me, in me, in me, please cum in me…”
Keiji cursed and caught Dazai’s lips in a kiss right as he finished, and Dazai melted at the feeling of Keiji finishing inside him, the trembling twitch of his length against his walls, the quaking thrusts of his hips as he released, their bodies pressed closer than close against the office wall. They stayed in that position for a while, long enough to feel Keiji’s cock going flaccid inside of Dazai and Dazai’s against Keiji’s stomach, both out of breath as they sweltered in their shared body heat.
Keiji, starting to get his bearings after a few moments, leaned back to get a full look at Dazai’s face. The private was utterly fucked out. His eyes were closed; the tear stains on his cheeks were prominent, and his eyelashes were wet from crying, the moisture emphasizing their delicate curl; the hickey on his neck was a warm burgundy, clashing surreally with the near-ghostly white of his skin; the flush on his face was still visible, though gradually beginning to abate; his lips were slightly parted as he chased after his breath. Not much longer after, Dazai’s eyes fluttered open, and he smiled that infuriating smile of his again, opening his mouth to speak.
“Well,” he began cheerily, “I guess you could say you got to the bottom of this case, Keiji-san!”
Keiji immediately released Dazai, and he fell to the floor with a thud.
“OWWWW! What was that for?!” he screeched.
“You kind of asked for it with that.” Keiji chuckled and helped Dazai try and fail to stand up, resorting to leaning against the wall instead. Keiji’s eyes traveled down to the stain on Dazai’s vest, then to that of his own. “Guess we can’t really do anything but go home after this, huh…”
“Yeah…” Dazai sighed, seeming to mull over it as he gazed forlornly to the side. “Ah, but it’d be so hard to walk home in the state you’ve left me in, Keiji-san. I can barely stand. I don’t think I can make it all the way back alone…”
Keiji had caught on very quickly, and he stared at the detective plainly.
“Such a shame.” Dazai continued his plea, folding his still-bound hands and bringing them beside his face. “If only I had someone to safely escort me home… preferably in some sort of… motor vehicle…”
“…You know, I was planning to drive you home after this, anyways.”
“Oh, Keiji-san, how chivalrous of you! A true gentleman!” the private lilted. “Now, um, would you mind un-cuffing me? It’s a little hard to put my pants back on with these.”
“Sure thing. I’ll grab you some tissues, too.”
Keiji searched through his desk drawers for the key to the handcuffs. He freed Dazai, and the pair did their best to clean themselves up before getting dressed and heading outside, a process that Dazai quickly realized he needed much of Keiji’s assistance with. The sun had started its steady descent, the sky behind it now dissolving into a radiant, simmering orange. It was afternoon when they had begun. We were at that for a while, weren’t we… Keiji thought, nonplussed as he brought a hand to his neck.
The pair got in Keiji’s car and promptly embarked on their journey, during which Dazai’s loquaciousness made itself even more apparent somehow. It seemed like there wasn’t a moment of silence the entire ride; Keiji had no issue with that, and he took great interest in his stories and humor. The private was genuinely good company, and Keiji suddenly found himself wishing Dazai’s home was just a little bit further away.
They arrived at the Armed Detective Agency’s dormitory complex. Keiji helped Dazai out of the car and up to its doors, where Dazai thanked Keiji before dismissing him suddenly to the policeman’s surprise. “I’ll have Kunikida-kun carry me the rest of the way up,” Dazai assured him flippantly with a flick of his wrist. “Thanks to you, Keiji-san, I haven’t reached my daily quota of bothering him today, so It’s quite urgent I get as much in as I can before he goes to bed. It’s very important to me, you see.”
“Is that right…”
“Don’t miss me too much, though. I’ll see you again soon, darling.” Dazai’s statement was scathingly flirtatious, yet Keiji could sense the slightest, barely-noticeable tinge of uncertainty in his tone– something Dazai seemed the type to hide and staunchly refuse to admit. The private smirked. “Won’t I?”
Keiji responded in earnest, wearing more of a smile than a smirk. “I’m sure you will.”