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the door slammed shut with enough force to rattle the hinges.
the redhead stormed into the apartment with enough anger to burn a forest. or in this case, Dazai.
that fucking bandage wasting machine had caused all of this, ALL OF IT. the flags dying- the torture- its all his fault. and Chuuya be damned if he doesn’t get his revenge properly.
the boy was exactly where Chuuya knew he would be, sprawled out on the couch with his stupid suicide manual.
“ah chibi~” Dazai called out cheerfully. “i don’t remember giving you access to my house, hm?” Dazai smirked.
Chuuya ignored the boy’s teasing entirely and walked up to him, one hand reaching out to yank Dazai’s hair up to force eye contact.
“ow- Chibi that hurts..!” Dazai whined.
“shut up.” Chuuya growled and leaned in to kiss him aggressively.
“Hmhp!” Dazai was surprised and let go off his book that clattered to the ground, his hand shot up to grab a hold of Chuuya’s shirt.
Chuuya usually never took initiative like this, Dazai has to bribe and plead before the boy agrees to even one kiss.
“I know it was you who pulled the strings.” Chuuya whispered against Dazai’s lips. “Because of you the flags died.”
Dazai’s breath hitched, how did he know? He was very careful to not leave any trace behind, so how-!
“Mori told me.” Chuuya said. “You pulled the strings to save your Mori’s life so Verlaine would target my friends instead.”
“I-“ Dazai starts to defend himself.
“I’ll punish you.” Chuuya sneered and yanked Dazai off the couch to drag him along towards his bedroom.
Dazai was pushed onto the plush mattress with a slight grunt. “Chibi is so rough today~” he tries his best to joke around.
“I’m being gentle.” Chuuya crawled up after him. “I’ll make you cry and fucking bleed, maybe then you’ll learn to stop being such a prick, hm?”
Chuuya’s gaze was intense and furious, the cold kind. He wasn’t stopping till Dazai was begging him too with tears streaming down his cheeks.
Dazai tries to crawl away on his elbows, he saw Chuuya’s look and he knows the boy is serieus about making him suffer. “Chuuya-“
Chuuya doesn’t listen to his name and pins Dazai down to the bed, one hand clamped around his wrists.
“If you can pull shit like that then man up and take the consequences.” Chuuya growled against Dazai’s neck before biting down sharply.
Dazai gasps and tries to squirm away. “Owy..?”
Chuuya holds tighter, his other hand pressed against Dazai’s hip to keep him from squirming too much.
Chuuya pulls away and looks at Dazai’s face with disdain. “Pathetic.” He unbuckles his belt with one hand and uses it to tie Dazai’s hands together above his head.
Dazai squirms but couldn’t manage to break free. “Ah.. you’re serious?”
“Dead fucking serious.” Chuuya spat at him. “You’ll pay for all that you’ve done, *Osamu*.”
Dazai’s breath hitched at the mention of his first name, nobody calls him that, even Mori doesn’t cross that line.
Chuuya just rips off Dazai’s shirt to reveal the bandaged torso.
Chuuya inspects the bandages before finding the loose end and tugging at it, the bandages falling apart immediately.
Panic flashes across Dazai’s face when his bandages came off, revealing his arms full of ugly white lines.
Dazai looked at Chuuya and he was sure the boy would hate him, snitch on him, laugh at him, mock him-
Chuuya threw the bandages to the side and pressed a thumb on one of the white lines, making it sting in the best way possible.
Dazai let out a surprised moan at the sensation.
“Ah?” Chuuya scoffed, almost in disbelief. “You really are a fucking whore, getting off on pain. Fuck this’ll be so good.”
“Chuu-” Dazai protests with a moan.
“shut up.” Chuuya went back to kissing Dazai aggressively, forcing his tongue past those lips to dominate his mouth completely.
Dazai presses up against Chuuya desperately, his hands twitching in the make-shift rope.
Chuuya pulls away and looks at Dazai’s flushed face. “fuck you’re so needy its adorable. regretfully for you i’m not going to give you anything you desire.”
Dazai made a whimpered sound.
“stop whining, you did this upon yourself.” Chuuya unbuckled Dazai’s belt with swift hands and pulled the fabric down to reveal tented boxers.
Dazai squirms when his pants were removed, he felt so exposed like this and it was horrible.
Chuuya smirks when he sees the bulge and presses a palm over it then hooks his thumb into the waistband and pulls it down to reveal Dazai’s hard dick, needy and begging for attention. “i bet you’re gonna cum just from a little touch, hm? you’re so pathetic.”
Chuuya leans in so his breath ghosts over Dazai’s head which earned a strangled moan. “you cum without permission and i’ll bite.”
“that’s so mean-” Dazai starts his protest but a strangled gasp escapes him when Chuuya takes him fully in his mouth.
Chuuya’s hands kept Dazai’s spread open for him to feast. he slurped and sucked obnoxiously loud but the loudest sounds spilled from Dazai’s lips.
moan after moan after moan followed by a strangled gasp and cry.
Chuuya just sucked harder to hear the boy fall apart under him.
Dazai’s thighs shook around Chuuya’s head with the desperation of an animal in need. “Chuu- cum- i- please.” he babbled and desperately tried to sound audible.
Chuuya didn’t pull away but tightened his grip on Dazai’s thighs to deny him his release while working aggressively with his mouth to keep the boy on the edge of pain.
Dazai squirms and writhes under him as his body burned with the discomfort of being denied his release.
Chuuya pulled away abruptly when he felt Dazai’s dick twitching.
Dazai whimpered as he bucked his hips helplessly for some friction, cum dripped from the head of his dick but he hadn’t had any real release.
“Chuuya’s so mean..please-”
“oh fuck off, you don’t get to enjoy yourself.” Chuuya sneered and pulled off his own shirt to reveal his tones chest covered in corruption scars, scars Dazai loves caressing and kissing but now he can only stare.
Chuuya grinned as he saw Dazai drink in his body and try to escape the restrains.
Chuuya shed off his other layers to reveal the rest of his body with more corruption scars running along his legs and hips and then the most important thing of all-
his dick. already hard and ready.
Dazai swallows, he knows Chuuya is bigger then most, which is a surprise for his short height. but being on the receiving side is still different then just seeing it.
Dazai was almost relieved when Chuuya undid the belt around his wrists, maybe the hatrack had finally come to his senses-
nope Chuuya just turned Dazai around and pressed his head into the pillow while pulling his ass in the air.
Dazai grunted when his face was pressed into the pillow and his hands automatically grip the sheets beside his head.
which turned out to be a great idea since Chuuya slammed into him without any concern for lube.
Dazai screamed out, a hand twisted in his hair to push his head further into the pillow that muffled his voice.
Chuuya’s dick scraped against his walls in a painful way and that’s exactly why he got harder.
Dazai moaned helplessly into the pillow as he squirmed under him.
Chuuya pulled back till just his tip remained and slammed back in, even harder then last time just to send a message.
“you’re so fucking tight.” Chuuya grits out as he pulled Dazai’s head back to reveal the tears streaming down his face.
“ha? crying already?” Chuuya mocked. “too bad, i’m far from done with you.”
Chuuya set the pace for a brutal rhythm that slammed against Dazai’s prostate each time
Dazai turned into a mess of incoherent babbles with moans and chokes sobs.
Chuuya didn’t let up and kept his hands firmly on Dazai’s hips to keep him down while pistoning in and out of his hole at a fast pace that made Dazai’s body move up and down along with each thrust.
Dazai trembles and moans into the pillow, his dick twitching and releasing itself against the sheets with a strangled moan.
“Did i say you could come?” Chuuya sneered and bit down hard on Dazai’s shoulder, just barely keeping skin intact while drawing a cry from Dazai.
Chuuya smirked and did it again, this time breaking the skin that causes blood to trickle down pale skin.
Dazai jerks and moans and glances at Chuuya from over his shoulder with teary eyes.
“Crying will only spur me on further you know?” Chuuya teased as he leaned in to lick at the salty tears. “Delicious, cry more would you?”
Dazai trembles but doesn’t shove Chuuya away, his body too heated to not want anything but Chuuya’s dick.
Chuuya slams inside Dazai over and over till bruises appear on his hips and thighs and then he finally releases himself, filling the boy to the brink.
Dazai jerks with a loud moan as he gets stuffed full, semen immediately flowing when chuuya pulls out.
Chuuya pants as he looms over the crying boy. “Ha, who though *you* of all people would look this pathetic?”
Dazai doesn’t turn around and burried his head into the pillow.
Chuuya uses one hand to turn Dazai around again, watching his face.
“Aw does it hurt?”
Dazai swallows “yea..”
“Good, its what you fucking deserve.”
Dazai whimpers pitifully but couldn’t do anything else then tremble.
Chuuya leans in closer again and bites Dazai’s bottom lip.
“Open up, i’m not done.”
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Only three hours later did all the moans stop as Dazai passes out and collapses onto the bed.
Chuuya pulls away to look at Dazai’s face.
Pathetic was one way to describe the current state of the boy. Tears soaked his cheeks, semen covered his stomach and thighs and blood stained his neck and shoulders.
“You’re lucky you passed out.” Chuuya sneered and stood up.
Chuuya collected his clothes off the floor and put them on without bothering to clean up, he sneaked out the front door and left Dazai all alone. A ruined mess in the sheets.
And Chuuya would return every night for a month straight.