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      Male_Character(s), Akutagawa_Ryuunosuke, Tachihara_Michizo, Gin_(Bungou
      Stray_Dogs)
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      Published: 2016-05-24 Updated: 2016-06-15 Chapters: 4/? Words: 9221
****** Even God Was In Tears ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     If Nakahara Chuuya's love life was a book, it would be written by
     Dazai Osamu, dedicated to Dazai Osamu, and published for Dazai Osamu.
     Of course, once it was out in public, it would also be critiqued by
     Dazai Osamu who would argue that there wasn't enough Dazai Osamu in
     the plot.
     Chuuya would get a minor role. (He would argue for a better one, but
     Dazai said the next best thing for him was to be the sexed up
     waitress.)
***** Dazai Gets The Girl *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dazai wasn't his first love. Dazai was his most vicious, mind-consuming,
heartbreaking love, but not his first. His first love came in the form of
Saburo Moroi.
They had met in a bar when Chuuya and Dazai were still underage, but had been
so well-known in the underground that the bouncer let them in anyway. Dazai had
been whisked away by a waitress that wore too much red lipstick and stuffed too
much silicone into her breasts.
Chuuya wasn't a big drinker then, he instead favored to watch the singer in a
dazzling yellow dress sing her heart out. She wasn't amazing, but she was
trying and the lyrics were French so he listened. He was listening to her
whisper a new verse, one about loving a bad man when a man slide into the chair
next to him. He had introduced himself as Saburo Moroi, the composer of the
song that the artist was singing.
He was tall with cool grey eyes that were narrowed onto Chuuya, who he had
politely asked if he would allow him to buy a drink for. Chuuya agreed and they
started up a conversation. It didn't last for very long, Chuuya dying for some
action after a week with a lack of privacy. As he looks back now, he almost
wonders if Saburo drugged his drink, but decided that it didn't really matter.
(It did, but nothing really hurts like first love does.)
They found themselves in the back room where the performers got ready, Saburo
sucking down his neck and squeezing him until he came in his pants, the older
man following suit. In the back of his head, as Saburo brushes his hair back
into place, Chuuya knows that Saburo only liked him for his adolescent features
and foreign looks, but that doesn't stop him from asking if they could meet up
again. It was good sex anyway.
Saburo had laughed and agreed, leaving after placing a kiss on Chuuya's knuckle
which makes him feel a bit like a girl, but he doesn't say anything against it.
Saburo gave him his number and maybe expected one in return, but Chuuya had
departed quickly once he noticed Dazai come out the girls' restroom (gross)
with lipstick smudges on his face and neck.
He remembers trying to hide his hickeys too late, Dazai was quick to notice
them and with a quick sleight of hand had forced Chuuya's collar open,
displaying the more prominent love bites.
With some sort of cruel look in his eyes that both surprised and terrified
Chuuya, Dazai began to tease him mercilessly.
"You finally found a girl who was short enough to go for you?"
"Was she secretly a vampire?"
"Was she even good? I just left for a few minutes, how long did it last?"
He had growled out some half-ass remark and a threat to leave it alone,
swatting Dazai's hold on his collar away. (As the shorter man walked away, he
didn't notice Dazai's hardened gaze on him.)
Then for the next three days, in between missions of course, Chuuya agonized
over whether or not he should call the composer. Dazai went from cheering him
on and snatching the phone to try and call to telling Chuuya to delete the
number and threatening to tell Mori frequently. Chuuya decided he's just being
an asshole and ignored him, this time not noticing Dazai's clenched fists or
pained expressions.
He ended up calling after a few gulps of wine with Dazai and then hanging up
right after, but Saburo got his phone number and called him, inviting him out
to a lounge in the middle of Yokohama. He went and yeah, they had sex in
Saburo's old vintage car, but he learned how to properly smoke a cigar and down
a whiskey shot.
He didn't come back til mid-morning sated and dazed, to find Dazai tried to
drown himself in the bathtub and failed miserably.
One month, two months, three months past with Chuuya and Saburo meeting up for
lunch dates and sexing in Saburo's classy, but small apartment. During that
time, he found out that he has the makings of a pretty good singer and Saburo
mildly joked that he should quit boarding school (the lie that he conjured up)
and become a singer. Chuuya mildly considers it. (It was just first love, he
reminisces after.)
Saburo complimented him a lot on his features, going on and on about his eyes.
He even went as far as to write a song about them, but Chuuya got too
embarrassed and shouted at him not to show it to anyone. Saburo had laughed it
off and said that it will just be their song to hear.
The older man also started to adorn him with gifts, pea coats that were too big
because French clothing sizes and Japanese sizes were different, fashionably
hats that are shipped all the way from France, and leather gloves that fit
perfectly. Chuuya had an inkling suspicion that Saburo doesn't think of him as
a girl, but just had a hand fetish. He says such and Saburo once again laughed
wholeheartedly before agreeing without a blush, but with a kiss that burned in
Chuuya's stomach.
Their secret meetings don't stay secret for long. People started to notice that
his clothes were different and his gloves were ever present. Mori complimented
him even, saying he looks adorable in his doll sized clothes. He tried not to
flip the bird out of pure respect for his boss. (He does it behind his back
anyway, Dazai high-fived him)
Dazai had started acting more bi-polar around him, making their missions almost
unbearable. First, he'd tease and laugh, Chuuya would start to argue and they
bickered, both falling into more comfortable grounds until Dazai accidentally
called him a hat-store and Chuuya instead of raging, blushed a deep canary
pink. Dazai always grew quiet after that, an unimpressed look in his eye almost
like the kind that he wears when he's faced with an unworthy opponent.
"Did your damsel buy you those clothes?"
"She must be pretty rich, huh?"
"Is Chuuya going to become a house-husband to a working girl?"
Chuuya tackled him to the ground, narrowly avoiding the bombardment of bullets
that come from behind a couple of crates. He scowled his partner and Dazai
apologizes, a soft smile gracing his lips.
They demolished the entire building using Corruption, only to find a cluster of
smaller sheds behind it that houses a large number of people kidnapped for
human trafficking purposes. One of those being Saburo Moroi himself who had
been hiding in one of the back sheds.
He was doubled over and clenching his stomach. Chuuya ran over to him,
concerned, pushing everybody else out of the way despite the fact he looked
pretty beat up himself.
"Are you ok? Did they hurt you?"
Saburo lifted his hand to show a stab wound in his lower abdomen: It was small,
but was bleeding profusely. "It's looks bad, but I don't think they were
skilled enough to hit an organ."
"I didn't think you needed skill to stab someone," Chuuya joked shakily.
Dazai had lied to the group of people, many of which were state officials and
police officers. He said that the duo were part of a group of super secret spy
detective government officials that have come to save the day or well, night.
He gestured wildly to the no-longer-there entrance and made everyone promise
not to tell anybody about them. Or else. (He doesn't actually add that in, but
it doesn't really need to be said, the look in his eyes were enough) Everyone,
but Saburo agreed and left for the main road.
Chuuya toke out an extra roll of bandages that he carries around for Dazai and
started to wrap Saburo's torso.
"So spies, huh?"
"Something like that," Chuuya sighed before bowing his head and giving his
lover a chaste kiss.
"I didn't realize that your "patient" also needed mouth-to-mouth, Chuuya,"
Dazai saunters over to them, eyeing the bandages around Saburo's stomach. He
offhandedly says, "You didn't make them tight enough. He's just going to keep
bleeding."
Saburo coughed weakly, before asking roughly, "Who's this?"
"Dazai Osamu, shortie's partner," Dazai's eyes gleamed and Chuuya remembers
kicking him in the foot which he had dodged easily.
"He's not that short," Saburo protested weakly, a weak grimace of a smile on
his face. Dazai's face scrunched up and he side-eyed Chuuya who is currently
helping Saburo onto his feet.
They helped him get a cab, pretending that he just got mugged and they were
just bystanders. The cab-driver looked hesitant, but Dazai threw a couple of
bills at him and slammed the door close, waving them bye-bye. (Chuuya thinks
back and wonders why Saburo was even kidnapped)
He turned to Chuuya, who had a worried look on his face. (He finds out later
that Saburo owed a great debt to the organization and they planned to be repaid
in body organ money.)
"Maybe I should go with him," he made to run down the cab, but Dazai stopped
him, grabbing his arm.
"Hey, hey, stop. He's going to hospital, if you go too, they'll see your
wounds," Dazai had a point, but Chuuya couldn't help but worry. He had sighed
and leaned his head onto Dazai's shoulder, starting to feel the pain and
exhaustion that came with the aftermath of Corruption. Dazai decided against
making a joke and they just basked in silence.
That's when he realized he might be in love.
"Was that man your damsel?"
"Dazai, I swear to god, I will strangle you with your own bandages."
"You never told me it was a guy."
"I never told you it was a girl either."
"Is it wrong for me to assume that you are straight?"
"No, it's wrong for you to assume anything about my love life in general."
Dazai hummed.
They got home and Dazai plopped him on his bed before crawling right in after.
Nobody talked about in the morning, but Chuuya did kick him out to get
breakfast.
Christmas was spent in China, his present came in the form of a silver ring
that really left a mark when he punched a crook in the face. Dazai even
whistled, impressed by the dark blemish on some hired muscle's cheek. Despite
the uneventful Christmas morning where Dazai gave himself a present of 10 foot
rope, Chuuya spent a memorable New Years with Saburo, leaving his partner to
the prostitutes and liquor. Moroi, they both established that they were close
enough to call one another by their first name, and him spent it with glass of
expensive wine by the chimney fire. He doesn't leave until he got a call to go
on another mission.
Four months, five months, six months past since that night at the bar. They met
up and became less about the sex and Chuuya's stubbornness to please his first
real lover and more about relaxing and enjoying each other's presence. They
went on a movie date that had some cheap actors and terrible music, but they
found the couple in front of them much more interesting. (The woman was gay, it
was obvious with the way she kept trying to grab at the her neighbor's breasts
and whispering about the back alley when the guy got really obsessed with the
fight scenes.) The popcorn was good too. (The lady and the girl next to her
leave to "go to the bathroom" but they end up taking their purses with them as
well.) Like really good. (They don't come back) The butter was fantastic. (The
man doesn't seem to notice.)
They left the theater laughing their eyes out. Saburo asked Chuuya to stay the
night, but he declined saying Dazai was waiting for him at home.
Saburo Moroi dies three days later in a violent car crash that killed three
other people.
Chuuya doesn't really remember a lot of what he felt after he found out.
(Numbness and hopelessness and disgust at himself for feeling these things)
Dazai was off on a separate assignment (The bastard walks into their shared
apartment like he didn't have a care in the world and when Chuuya tells him
what happened, he has the audacity to let out a sigh of relief) and wasn't
there to... be Dazai. (Chuuya doesn't talk to him for the next week, refuses to
acknowledge he's there) Luckily, he was there just in time to cancel out
Corruption when they had to take down a squad of 300 infiltrators. (Dazai
almost leaves him for death, taunting and asking Chuuya if he sees him now.)
They rekindle after that.
(Chuuya sobbed into Dazai's chest and wondered how his life got so fucked up.)
Dazai smiles and says that Chuuya's birthday is coming up.
On April 29th, Chuuya turns 17. That's also the day that he realizes that
Dazai's gaze doesn't always stay on his face. It travels low and then back up
again, like a cat examining a plump mouse.
Chuuya really doesn't want to be that mouse, but it shows how fucked up he is
when he spreads himself out (sans party) and offers himself up to be eaten.
Chapter End Notes
     Who wants to write the smut for me????
     Somebody, plz, I'm begging you.
***** Dazai Gets Laid *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dazai doesn't want to be a rebound and he supposes that he isn't being treated
like one either. Not that he really knows what a rebound is treated like, but
he knows that when Chuuya is still grieving over his dead disgustingly weak
lover, (He got a little stab wound and acted like he was dying, while Dazai had
his wrist dislocated and he didn't so much as falter) he doesn't go to Dazai
for comfort. Hell, he avoided him, refused to breathe in the same air as him,
which ground down on Dazai's nerves harder than it really should have.
But who wouldn't get pissed? When your best friend (childhood friend, Dazai
amends because you can't have best friends in the mafia) refuses to talk to
you, not even letting you explain or apologize. And then Chuuya had gone off
and trusted him, expected him to nullify Corruption when they never discussed
battle strategies. So yeah, he had hanged around for a bit, watched his partner
become consumed by his own ability and got sick satisfaction out of it. Chuuya
had looked beautiful, his blue eyes were glossy with agony and his white skin
marred with gunk and blood.
"Chuuya, why did you activate Corruption? I mean, it's not like I am here to
save you or anything?"
"Who's plan was it to waste all our ammo on the shooters and then waste our
explosives on their cars? Not mine!"
"You're looking a little pale, are you sure you're ok?"
Dazai thought about leaving him there, had wondered if the river close by is
deep enough to drown properly in. Just as he is about to walk away, Chuuya had
let out a quiet, pathetic sob before doubling over.
Moving involuntarily, he ends up at Chuuya's side, Corruption canceled, and his
little hat-store choking out another tear-filled gasp. Dazai let this one last
too long, another ten seconds and his own gravitational pull would have torn
himself apart. Chuuya ends up coughing up blood that he chokes on because he
can't even move his head. Worse still, is that Chuuya looks to be on the verge
of just bawling which is only closes up his throat further.
Despite the fact that Dazai had almost left him behind, Chuuya looks Dazai in
the eye and croaks out, "Thank you."
Dazai bites his lips and whispers out a "You're welcome" which he instantly
regrets because that makes him sound selfish and narcissistic. (which he is,
but Chuuya still sees good in him) He picks up Chuuya's frail body and cradles
it against his, making it easier for Chuuya to breathe. "Think of it as an
early birthday present," he says offhandedly, which he also beats himself up
for because he was planning on some pricey dagger that he found in some bazaar
on the outskirts of town.
Chuuya hiccups and holds onto him weakly. Dazai pets his hair and listens to
his partner's soft sobs and hiccups.
They make it back home at 4 in the morning, Dazai practically carrying Chuuya
through the front door and into his bedroom before just plopping in next to
him. It's not an uncommon occurrence and it's not like Chuuya has the strength
or the voice really to protest.
The night of Chuuya's birthday, Dazai had him up against a wall of their
hallway and was sucking thick bruises on his pulse point. His long fingers were
massaging Chuuya's thighs and his pelvis was languidly thrusting into Chuuya's
crotch. They were in no hurry. The little get-together that the mafia has put
together ended hours ago. Dazai's present was on the table next to Chuuya's
other presents. (A kimono from Kou-nee, a loli dress from Mori-senpai, a pack
of makeup from Q, a wig from Hirotsu, and a newly polished gun from Gin and
Akutagawa. Chuuya feels like the other mafia members are telling him something,
but Dazai disagrees.)
Chuuya already had too much to drink and Dazai, despite wanting this since he
found out Chuuya liked guys and then some, didn't want to make advantage of the
smaller man.
His fingers left Chuuya's soft (they were clothed at the moment, but he knew
they were soft) thighs to pinch at his nipples under his shirt, making the
redhead twitch and squirm. "Chuuya~" he hums as he gives it a little twist,
just enough to keep his attention.
"W-what?"
"Do you want this?" Dazai already knew the answer, but he didn't need Chuuya
chewing him out in the morning for "taking advantage" of him in his alcohol-
induced state.
"Are you seriously asking me this now?" Chuuya's face was beet red, his red
(from the red wine and cherry tarts, but mostly from Dazai biting them) lips
were twisted into a scowl. Dazai hums nonchalant before he massages the bulge
grinding up against him, Chuuya keens.
"I mean, I'm just giving you the option to say no," he runs his thumb over
Chuuya's clothed cock, getting a fierce suck on the exposed area of his neck in
retaliation.
"Yes, yes, Jesus, yes," Chuuya whimpers in soft, broken French. (A shiver goes
down Dazai's neck)
"Jesus? No, it's Osamu, O-Sa-Mu, but since it's our first time and all, I
suppose Dazai will work."
Chuuya bites his earlobe harshly and Dazai laughs, before shoving his mouth
against his abuser.
They wake up the next morning in Dazai's admirably large bed, Chuuya's hair
(that was almost long enough to be put up in a ponytail) is in Dazai's mouth
and his face is nested in the crook of Dazai's neck, so his breath ends up
tickling him every few seconds. Dazai is half-tempted to just shove Chuuya
away, but decides against it. He figures that Chuuya will be mad enough as if
it is when he wakes up.
God, he can be so annoying when he's mad. (But sometimes, he's really cute when
he's mad, some part of Dazai's hind-brain reasons)
So, Dazai decides to push the covers off and wake his fellow colleague with a
couple of spit-slick jerks of his hand. Chuuya doesn't even stir much to
Dazai's displeasure. Last night must have tired him out. (They went at it four
times, different positions, different techniques and let's just say that Dazai
will never be able to look at a cherry the same way ever again. What? They're
teenagers!) Dazai decides to place a few sloppy kisses in some choice areas,
which doesn't wake Chuuya, but wakes up something just as interesting. (Dazai
wants to say "and as small" but he rather likes Chuuya's length.)
A little light-bulb goes off in his head.
Chuuya wakes up ten minutes later from his deep and rather peaceful slumber to
find Dazai sucking hickeys into his inner thighs. He jerks wildly and almost
uses his ability to throw Dazai across the room. It wouldn't have worked, but
he would have at least tried to activate it. Even without being throw across
the wall, Dazai notices that his receiver-of-affection (Molestation, Chuuya
corrects) has awake and with a mischievous glint in his eyes and no warning,
swallows down his cock.
Surprised, Chuuya thrashes and his cock squirts pre-cum that Dazai laps at
before taking the length back into his mouth and humming. He sucks hard on it
which causes an erotic whine to escape his lover's mouth before coming up and
letting it slip out.
He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before grinning, "Good morning."
Chuuya is stuck trying to catch his breath and shivers lightly, his cock still
red and stiff between them, "What was that for?"
"Thought I would wake you up to something nice," Dazai presses his thumb down
on his slit, making Chuuya whimper, "But I decided against it."
"What do you mean you decided against it?"
Dazai pulls out a cock ring from god-knows-where and snickers.
A day of painful arousal and bathroom jerk-offs that leave Chuuya shaking and
unsatisfied transpires. Dazai ends up fucking him on their shitty couch and
refuses to take off the cock ring until he, himself came twice. The bastard.
The necking and fucking with Dazai doesn't mean Chuuya had already forgotten
about Moroi, it was just that whenever Chuuya got this deep faraway look in his
eyes and painful heartache, Dazai fucked it right out of him. Their
relationship didn't change that much after they started having sex. Dazai still
ran off with busty waitresses and girls in flirty skirts while Chuuya got drunk
off his ass. They still bickered and argued and start up threw some punches,
but now there was an occasional possessive kiss between face beatings. Their
work life was spiced up with a bit more dirty talk and a little less snide
remarks or cruel jokes that were never meant to be funny. Sometimes, they throw
in a quickie just to because they could and Mori didn't seem to care. (Kou-nee
did though, but they just hide from her to the best of their abilities.)
It was only about three weeks after Chuuya's birthday that Dazai realized
Chuuya thinks of him as a friend with benefits and not as a loving boyfriend
that has copious amounts of sex with him.
A date and a gift, he concludes, would be the perfect way to change that.
(Dazai later finds out that he isn't the best at dating or going on dates. But
he tries.)
Chapter End Notes
     Who thought I wasn't going to have a smut scene? I sure as hell
     didn't.
     And next on Chuuya's terrible love life, his first date with Dazai!
***** Dazai Goes On A Date *****
Chapter Summary
     Dazai's hatred for dogs explained.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It's a well-known fact that Dazai hates dogs. What isn't a well-known fact is
why. Is it because their breath is disgusting? Because they suffer from extreme
clinginess? Because they slobber over everything? No, it's because they're
heartless wallet-snatchers.
The day had been going so well. Soukoku didn't have any missions, so they were
able to stay in bed late which by default, lead to a delicious amount of love
bites gracing Dazai's neck and chest. Chuuya made an American-themed brunch for
the both of them when Dazai was taking a shower which they eat while listening
to the pianist next door having a sudden spark of inspiration. There was a
little mishap with his wallet and some bacon grease, but nothing was damaged.
Especially nothing important. After that, Dazai leaves to go bother Akutagawa
and his little sister for a little bit and to shop for a gift to give to
Chuuya.
He finds the perfect thing after a minute of looking like God was saying 'this
one, pick this one'.
After that, he heads home, finds that his little hat-store cleaned up the
apartment, went grocery-shopping, and was starting to cook dinner. Dazai even
threw in a "I'm home!" just to see if Chuuya will welcome him back. He does.
(Like a husband coming home to his wife, Dazai says with heart-eyes. Like a
dead husband being buried by his wife, Chuuya replies.)
Dazai tells him that he has something planned for them after dinner. Chuuya
just assumes that they are going to do something stupid and borderline suicidal
because those are the only times that Dazai puts any real effort into anything.
When they arrive at an upscale theater, Chuuya finds that he's only half-right.
With a quiet, but violent tone, he asks why the hell were they there. Dazai
only offers up the fact that there was going to be showing of The Taming of The
Shrew in 30 minutes.
They walk up to the troll-like, 40 year old attendant who was cleaning the
underneath of her nails and she greets them with a "You got tickets?" and a
beady stare. Rude. Chuuya wants to say fuck no, give her the middle finer, and
drag Dazai away from all this, but Dazai happily reaches into his pocket and
produces his wallet.
Were they going to raid the place? Did Dazai get the role of Juliet and
committing suicide on the stage? He hums some song as he flips it open and
would you look at that, there were two shiny silver tickets situated next to
his seven fake IDs. Just as he is slipping them out of place, a dirty-looking
Akita dog runs up and snatches the wallet out of Dazai's hands. Everyone
watches shocked as the dog runs away with his tickets and money.
The lady recovered the fastest and said in a grating voice, "Well, if you don't
got your tickets, you can't see the show."
Good, it's not like Chuuya wanted to see it anyway.
Dazai looks at her then back in the direction that the dog ran to, before
throwing a determined fist in the air, "We have to catch that dog!"
"HUHHH?"
Dazai starts sprinting after the dog, leaving Chuuya to trail, confused,
several paces after. They chase the dog through three blocks of crowded people
and coffee shop signs with shitty puns that kept getting in the way, two blocks
of the ghetto where the sober people leaped out of the way of two well-known
mafia members and the drunkards yell threats that Chuuya kept stopping to
substantiate and one block of some carnival where they lost the damn dog.
"What the hell is so important about that wallet anyway?" Chuuya pants out as
they stop next to the Ferris wheel, both aching and tired. His coat smelled of
the caramel coffee that a lady accidentally spilled on him when he almost
collided into her.
Dazai looks at him like he is a dumb-ass, before exclaiming, "It had the
tickets in there!"
"Why did you want the tickets so bad?"
"To see the play!"
"The fuck? When did you become cultured?"
"Just because I'm not a European wannabe doesn't mean I can't enjoy a Western
play once in a while!"
"I'm not a European wannabe!"
"Tell that to your hats."
"Uncultured swine!"
"Short-stack!"
"Um, you're next in line."
"Suicidal bastard!"
"Drunkard!"
They both turn to the curt carnival worker who held the door for the Ferris
wheel cart open. "200 yen for each rider." Dazai gets up, brushes himself off
and is about to explain that they were just about to leave, when Chuuya pops up
and offers the man a 500 yen bill. He grabs Dazai by his bandaged wrist and
pulls him into the carriage after him.
They nod off to the worker who closes the door firmly and starts up the ride.
Chuuya takes off his coat and massages the back of his neck, "I can already
feel how sore I'm going to be tomorrow."
Dazai stares at his pale neck as he leans his head back, unblemished and small
and clenches his present in his pocket.
"I just wanted you to see me more as a boyfriend, so I bought you a present and
even had a fancy reservation so I could show it to you properly!" Dazai whines.
They just got home from the carnival, Chuuya paying for everything since Dazai
had his wallet tragically stolen. They went on the rides, Dazai daring Chuuya
to use his ability to make them go faster which ended with him puking his guts
out in the trash can next to the fun-house. They shared candy and a crepe and
saliva behind the ticket booth. A guard came by and yelled at him, but Dazai
growled at him which surprised both Chuuya and the guard who got the memo and
left with his tail between his legs. After a few swigs of some cheap wine at
some local cafe, they headed home with the moon and stars to look at.
"So you were trying to take me out on a date?"
Dazai deflates, "Well, yeah, but as you can tell, it didn't really work out."
He yanks off his shirt as he starts toward the bedroom. Chuuya heads into their
tiny kitchen (perfect size for him, Dazai had said when they first moved in)
and grabs a can of beer from the fridge.
Chuuya scoffs and takes a sip of beer, "How do you even tell if a date really
works out or not?"
"If they call back?" Dazai yells from the bedroom, unbuttoning his pants and
pulling them down. "Or if they- EEEP!" something ice cold is pressed against
his back, causing him to fall onto the bed, his ankles still wrapped up in his
slacks.
Dazai rolls over to find Chuuya with his beer outstretched (the offender) and a
hungry gleam in his eyes, "Or if they what?"
"Or if they come back to your place for a drink or two," Dazai watches as
Chuuya sets his beer on the nightstand.
"That it? Just a drink or two?" Chuuya's hat and coat were left at the door,
leaving only his tighter clothes that clung to his lithe frame. This is only
made more obvious by the way that Chuuya proceeds to climb on top of Dazai, his
knees encasing Dazai's thighs and his hands forcing Dazai to lay softly on the
bed.
Dazai swallows, the chill from earlier no longer a problem as he settles under
the heat of his partner's gaze. "It's mostly just an excuse for sex, but yeah,
a drink or two."
He sees a flickering of light and glances down at Chuuya's neck, a black colla-
choker necklace tight around his throat. His present that Chuuya almost didn't
accept, but a few compliments and some bribing with wine had him walking out of
the Ferris wheel with it on. It was slick and had a clip that you could attach
a leash to. Not that Dazai would because that reminded him of that pesky dog
from earlier.
"I dunno, was the date really that good to warrant sex?" he settles on top of
Dazai's crotch and Dazai tries not to buck, slightly embarrassed by how fast he
got hard, "I mean, it's not like I have to call you back considering we live
together."
Dazai twitches when Chuuya pinches his nipple. "It was good enough to warrant
something," he sasses. He spent a lot of time, effort and money into their date
despite how in the end, he didn't pay for anything. The meaning behind it
should at least get him a hand job.
Chuuya presses up against him and whispers "Something? Like what?" innocently
into Dazai's bandaged neck, before scraping his teeth against brunette's adam's
apple. He grinds down viciously onto Dazai's cock forcing Dazai to swallow down
a groan and put more pressure into Chuuya's love bite. His hands were captive
to Chuuya's left hand as the other continued to molest Dazai's chest.
"Whatever you want," Dazai breathes out when Chuuya sucks on his pulse point
and scratches lightly at the skin underneath Dazai's bandages.
Chuuya looks at Dazai in the eye, a cocky smirk on his face, "Whatever I want,
huh? A little slutty on our first date, don't cha think?" Then being the
massive slut he is himself, lets go of the brunette's wrists and starts to
strip, all the while innocently brushing up against the tent in Dazai's boxers.
He bites off his gloves, staring down Dazai who really wants to force him down
and make him feel how teasing his little hip movements are, but decides against
it. Those little spikes of unsatisfying pleasure only made him so much more
curious for what Chuuya has in plan.
"I'm not the one that is giving a strip-show."
Down to his pants and the goddamn choker that Dazai insisted that he keep on,
Chuuya forcefully grabs Dazai by his hair and yanks him into a kiss. Their
teeth clash and Chuuya tastes like beer and it wasn't that good until Chuuya
does that little nibbling technique and Dazai sweetly laps at him as if
submitting to his pleasure. He is normally more aggressive, (his fingertips
into Chuuya's sides and forcing out loud moans from his partner's red bitten
lips as he fucks him from behind, long and hard) but it's been a stressing day
and Chuuya looks so good in charge.
Until he actually thinks he's in charge. (Dazai realizes how indecisive he's
being, but he has never been able to decide with Chuuya)
Dazai kick off his pants and pulls Chuuya down onto the bed, situating them
properly and climbs over him. He thumbs over Chuuya's colla- choker, a little
amoured with the sharp contrast it created on Chuuya's pale unmarred (gonna
need to fix that) skin. Chuuya leers at him from underneath his long, long
lashes before yanking him down and caging Dazai underneath him again.
"Thought you said whatever I want?"
"You called me slutty for saying it," Dazai pouts, "Totally unromantic."
Chuuya peppers kisses along his jaw and down his hickey-covered neck, "Do you
want me to ride you or not?" an irritated growl in his voice.
"Honestly! What are we going to tell our children? That our first date was an
absolute disaster? And to top it off, their father was being an heartless
savage that only wanted to get into my pants?" Dazai sighs dramatically. "Why
it makes me so sad that I almost want to find a bridge to-"
"Should I take that as a no?" Chuuya interrupts, annoyed. "I mean, I wouldn't
want to ruin your bridge-jumping fantasies or anything."
"I didn't know you needed permission to do anything, Chuuya," Dazai whispers
into his ear, his playful demeanor gone. He sneaks his hand down to work
Chuuya's cock through his pants. The smaller of the two turns beet red and
whines as Dazai jerks him off steadily without remorse.
"I didn't ask for consent, you dumbass, I asked-" Chuuya breathes out shakily,
trying not to let the pleasure (this shouldn't feel as good as it does) get to
his head. The rough handling and the soft cotton left him softly spewing pre-
cum and dampening his pants. He starts up again to finish his sentence only to
look up into his bandaged bastard of a boyfriend's eyes and find mirthful
cockiness staring back at him.
The asshole.
Chuuya growls before sitting up straight and unbuckling his pants, "Obtenez la
lubrification." (Hopefully God doesn't kink shame because when Chuuya talks
dirty in French, Dazai has this desperate urge to get on his knees and pray)
"Are you going to let me prepare you?" Dazai teases, reaching for the floor
next to the bed where the lube had fallen the last time they went at each
other. The first time Chuuya let Dazai work a few fingers into him, Chuuya
started crying because once Dazai found his prostate, he didn't start fucking
into it, he scraped his finger against it until Chuuya begged him to relent.
(He didn't until a few tears got caught in Chuuya's eyelashes and he got a
sudden urge to kiss the hell out of his small lover.)
"Like hell I'm letting you go at me," Chuuya spat as he pulls his pants and
boxers a bit awkwardly and throws them out of sight. Dazai runs his thumb over
the head of his exposed cock, before crunching forward and blowing cool air
which only causes a squirt of pre-cum to come out. Looking directly into
Chuuya's mesmerized eyes and dark flushed cheeks, he laps the drop up before
settling back and offering up a half-used bottle of lube up to a clearly
distressed redhead. Said redhead snatches the lube and pours a generous amount
onto his fingers. He massages them together before they disappear behind him.
"First, you won't let me do it for you, now you won't even give me a show? What
am I suppose to do?" Dazai pouts again.
"Permettez-moi de sucer la bite?" Chuuya whispers into his ear.
Dazai wants to tease again, say something about asking for permission again,
but the way that those words roll off of his partner's tongue has him just
nodding along and hoping he doesn't come before they get to the good part.
Chuuya crawls backwards, yanking down Dazai's stained boxers to his thighs.
Dazai gasps softly as cold air encases his hot cock that has been teased and
tortured for the last 10 minutes. He doesn't get to enjoy it for long before
his manhood is engulfed in soft, wet heat that sucks and licks at him. Shoving
his fist into his mouth, he narrowly manages to conceal a loud groan when
Chuuya deep-throats him.
"Oh god," Dazai whispers as Chuuya starts to hum the tone that the piano player
was jamming out to earlier. This cocky little shit. He grabs Chuuya by his
hair, yanks him off his cock (Chuuya whines softly from the loss and Dazai
makes sure to keep that information locked away for future use) and kisses him
hard. "Are you done yet?" he asks impatiently. Chuuya smirks into the kiss
before leaning back, taking a condom from the nightstand, rips it open with his
mouth, and sliding it down Dazai's cock running his finger against the
underside of it.
"Why? You gonna come?"
Dazai pinches the tip of Chuuya's cock, making him go wide-eyed and stop his
ministrations, "If I do, I'll make sure you don't."
"How is it my fault if you can't handle a blowjob?" Chuuya growls.
"How isn't it your fault?" Dazai reaches behind him, finds Chuuya four-fingers
deep in himself before yanking them out and slipping his own into the hot
entrance.
"Bastard, I said you can't-" a quirk of a finger had Chuuya keening, much to
Dazai's amusement.
"Why? Cause' you come too quick?" Dazai jabs at that perfect little spot in
Chuuya, a fake confused look on his face, "How is it my fault if you can't
handle a little finger fucking?"
Chuuya's legs quiver as jolts of pleasure and pain run up his spine, his mouth
twitching as he tries not to whimper too much. A particularly hard thrust has
him pushed face-to-face with his boyfriend who wears a cat-got-the-cream smile.
Chuuya meekly starts mouthing Dazai's lips who latches onto his bottom lip with
his teeth. 'Why can't he be like this more often?' Dazai thinks as he traces
his pinkie around Chuuya's entrance. The pressure in the pit of his stomach
builds up and just as he is about to force Dazai to stop, Dazai pulls out his
fingers and positions him against the head of his cock.
Chuuya places his hands on either side of Dazai's head and thrusts down. With a
pop, the head slides in and with a couple more thrusts Dazai's completely in.
He knows that he isn't going to last long, not with the foreplay that Dazai was
dishing out. Shallowly, he starts to move, getting used to the girth and the
length and maybe he just likes that feral look in Dazai's eyes.
Dazai grabs him by his collar (fine, it's a collar, but at least it's an
expensive one) pulling him down and thrust upward. Chuuya moans a little
muffled and soft, thighs shaking as he picks up speed. He arches his back to
find that spot again and rides the living hell out of Dazai who has thrown his
head and is just barely hanging on.
"Embrasse-moi," Chuuya sobs. Dazai forces himself up on his elbows to give his
slut of a lover a chaste kiss before he comes hard. The pleasure was intense,
whiting around his eyes and curling his toes.
Chuuya rides him through the last of it before shakily getting off his spent
cock and jerks himself off to a finish. His cum spuirts onto Dazai's stomach,
who grimaces in disgust. He throws his spent condom into the waste bin under
the nightstand. Some stained napkins are also thrown in there.
"So it was a pretty good date, huh?" Dazai grins as they settle into the
sheets.
Chuuya curls up into him, his head in the crook of Dazai's neck and his collar
warm next Dazai's chest. "I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow because you, asshole."
Dazai laughs before wrapping his arm around Chuuya's rib-cage. "Better than any
date with Saburo, right?"
He gets a harsh punch in the stomach and a glare before Chuuya leaves for the
couch. Dazai doesn't miss the way he runs his fingers across his collar so he
still calls the day a win.
Chapter End Notes
     Ya'll thought I was going to end this one on a good note.
     Honestly, I wish instead of asking if you want to proceed when there
     is smut, AO3 would ask if you wanted to proceed when there is angst.
     But then I feel like a lot less people would read this.
     Next on Chuuya's shitty love life, somebody has a crush on Chuuya,
     what will Dazai do?
***** Dazai Gets Jealous *****
Chapter Summary
     DAZAI HAVING FEEEEELLLLIIINNNGGSSS~
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
They are going out now. Or were. Chuuya was seriously contemplating calling it
quits. Dazai is a massive dumbass with a serious lack of common human courtesy.
Why Chuuya thought he could handle on a that kind of stupidity on a 24/7 basis
is beyond him.
(No, Chuuya isn't drinking his sorrows away, what are you talking about?!)
Just as they were indulging in... the more intimate part of their post-
successful mission ritual, Dazai gets a phone-call. Chuuya being in a sex-
induced stupor and a generally submissive mood after the finger-fucking he was
subjected to, allows Dazai to take the call in between kisses. He presses the
call button (Chuuya thinks mildly of the amount of germs that phone has on it
now) and a sweet, high-pitched voice calls out, "Baby?"
This causes Chuuya to pause in his personal mission of imprinting his name on
to Dazai's skin with hickeys. Dazai's shoulders and back noticeably to tense up
as well. The bastard then asks in a confused tone "Yes?" like he has no idea
why that bitch was calling at seven in the afternoon. Chuuya saw past his
facade. (And why was she calling him baby? Why did he answer to it?)
"I was wondering when you were going to get here. I've been waiting for two
hours now."
By now, Chuuya was suspicious as fuck and Dazai was starting to sweat
profusely. "Here, where?"
"By the docks, silly! Did you forget to book the tickets?"
Chuuya didn't want to seem like a jealous girlfriend (Dazai would make fun of
him for hours), so instead of jumping to conclusions and such, he patiently
waited for Dazai to elaborate. That however, could not be done so because he
was too busy being a massive dumbass. "Book the tickets? Did we have plans?"
"We were going to take the next ferry, that left five minutes ago by the way,
to China! Remember? Cuz' we're eloping?"
"Eloping?" Chuuya finally butts in because fuck this. If he actually thought
that Dazai was going to stop being a goddamn womanizer after a few dates and an
added meaning to the word 'partners' then maybe he's the actual dumbass. He
pushes himself off the couch, away from Dazai, ready to start throwing shit
before he realizes that beating up Dazai naked isn't exactly the most
intimidating thing. He grumbles and goes to find his boxers, leaving Dazai to
apologize his way through the conversation.
After finding his underwear though, he begins to wonder about how maybe it
wouldn't hurt their relationship if Dazai had a few girls on the side. If it
was consensual, then they could both get some on the side. Of course, this
would also be the first time that he was ever in a polygamous relationship
because after their first date. Saburo had made it clear that he didn't need
anybody, but Chuuya. And Chuuya being amoured and in awe of the man's good
looks and smooth voice agreed without a complaint.
He ends up calmly waiting for the conversation to end, so he can bring up the
actual limits of their relationship. But as it turns out Dazai never broke up
with the girl on the phone and their eloping plan was still a very valid thing.
He also thought of it too "harsh" to cancel the plans with her on the phone, so
he plans to go out to meet her and leaves in a rush. So now Chuuya was sitting
at some seedy bar that was under the Port Mafia's protection, chugging down
vodka like it was water. Him not getting off is biting him in the ass now as he
starts having semi-delusional thoughts about which guy or girl (that might be
harder, there aren't a lot of girls that are shorter than him here) that he can
shove into the bathroom and fuck.
Just when he thought he would just head home and take care of it like a normal
seventeen-year-old, a red-head with a cocky smile, but a good taste in scotch
sits down next to him. Maybe he was still a little pissed at Dazai for being a
douche and not dumping all four of his girlfriends before their first date, but
now he is thinking maybe a polygamous relationship would be amazing. (No, he
hasn't had too many drinks, what are you talking about?!)
"What's your name?" he makes the first move because this guy keeps staring at
his neck and he's 90% sure that he doesn't have any hickeys because Dazai was
too busy chatting wi- nope, he's not going to think about this while there's a
guy in front of him who clearly wants to fuck.
"Tachihara Michizo."
"Hirotsu's new disciple?"
"Yeah, you know him?" Tachihara sits up a little straighter like he's in pre-
school and the teacher just complimented his drawing.
Chuuya smirks in his wine and slyly says, "My name's Nakahara Chuuya, I work
with him."
Tachihara flushes instantly and looks a little in awe, but Chuuya's too drunk
to tell, "You're part of soukoku."
Chuuya grimaces because even when he's trying to forgot about Dazai, but he
still comes up. "Just Chuuya is fine, "one-half of soukoku" seems like a bit of
a mouthful."
Tachihara laughs a little too loud, but he orders them both some expensive
cocktail, so Chuuya doesn't think about it too hard.
They start chatting about little mafia things like being the errand boy or the
training that they have to endure. Chuuya talks about the more memorable parts
of his missions and Tachihara tells a funny story about how Mori once asked him
to get him coffee and he spilled it over the boss' head. Chuuya gets a text
from Dazai (several texts, but he only reads the last one) asking him where he
is, but he just sends back a "sampling wine" which they had established long
before becoming an item would mean "don't bother me, I'm getting laid".
Tachihara and Chuuya end up talking about their abilities quite a bit, the ups
and downs of having them and what they do. By two in the morning, Chuuya is
drunk off his ass and becoming increasingly less subtle about wanting to ride
the newbie's dick.
They end up making out in a corner where everybody sees them, but nobody would
dare comment. Tachihara has some weird obsession with his waist, Chuuya thinks
hazily. (He gets it, it's small and delicate-like, not all guys can have a
rippling eight-pack) He tongues the roof of Tachihara's mouth, tasting the
shitty cocktail that the bartender conjured up. He doesn't know why he feels a
little disappointed that he doesn't taste some underlying cherry flavoring.
(Dazai buys cough-drops for Akutagawa, but ends up being an asshole and keeping
them for himself.)
Just as Chuuya's about to slur out some vaguely slutty comment about waiting to
take this somewhere private, someone next to them clears their throat. Loudly.
He hopes it isn't Dazai, that goddamn cock-blocker, bastard in disguise. He
turns his head to find that yep, it's him. Did that guy misread his text or
something? How hard is it to understand two words?
"I'm sorry that my partner's been bothering you, but if you could just hand him
back to me, that would be great. We have an important mission to debrief."
Tachihara scoffs and rubs the side of his head nonchalantly, his body still
hovering over Chuuya and his other hand rubbing Chuuya's side, "What mission
needs debriefing at two in the morning?"
Dazai smiles with false politeness, before swiftly punching Tachihara in the
nose, effectively knocking him out and scaring a few people beside them. "Hey!
What the fuck, Dazai?!" Chuuya snarls, his eyesight clouded, but narrowed at
the same time.
"Come on, let's go before we make more of a scene," Dazai grabs his hand, not
waiting for his reply and pulls him out the bar. "Get in the car," Dazai shoves
him into the taxi and slides in after him. Chuuya wants to throw up, but holds
it in until they reach their apartment. Dazai throws a couple of bucks at the
taxi driver and then drags his partner up and into their living room where he
finally let's go of Chuuya, who ungracefully flops onto the couch, yanking off
his coat and hat.
Dazai looked pissed. Like a regular person being pissed. Which was odd because
even when Dazai is angry, he never glares or clenches his jaw. He grows zealous
and nasty, poised to hit the offender's weak points and never faltering in his
complete destruction of their person, emotionally or physically. But now, his
hair was ruffled like he had been running his hands' through it (or a girl has
been, Chuuya thinks aimlessly) and his eyes were narrowed, his lips were set in
a tight line so unlike the usual shit-eating grin that he sprouts when he's
been crossed. His hands were shaky. They never shook, not when he was shooting
a gun or when he was caressing Chuuya's skin. Suddenly, Chuuya felt a lot more
sober.
"I-"
"Do you love me? No, do you even like me?" the young Mafia asks in a shaky
tone, front facing the opposite direction of the couch.
Chuuya, astounded and a little off-guard, answers without hesitating, "No."
Dazai, turns to him, blinks a bit rapidly, his eyes wide and watery, "Then why
are we doing this?"
"To let off steam?" Chuuya felt a bit lost now, "I don't know, I don't even
know what this is!"
Like a bullet, Dazai switches from wide-eyes and shaking lips to a beast with a
deep hatred for Chuuya, "This is us not going off to some bar and hooking up
with the first guy who glances at you!"
Chuuya was done. Absolutely done. Who has the nerve to be that hypocritical?
"Oh, but you can go off with girls whenever you like? At least I didn't ask him
to fucking marry me!"
Dazai steps forward, commanding and dominate, a little beautiful with his eyes
full of emotion, "That girl wasn't someone I picked up before we became
official, she was a courtesan sent by Kouyou. She was talking in code, Chuuya,
which is something you would have known if you had read my texts."
"Why didn't you tell me that before you left? You acted as if you were going to
go off with her! What was I suppose to think?"
"I didn't tell you anything then because I had already made them wait long
enough! Hell, I barely had any time to put clothes on before I left, much less
explain that some Chinese diplomats had been waiting at the dock for two hours
to see me!"
A tense silence envelopes them. Chuuya rests his head against the back of the
couch, his hangover feels like it's going to come a little early.
"Do you- do you really not like me?" he opens an eye to look at Dazai, eyes
downcast and fists clenched.
"You're a bastard on a good day and a fucking shithead on a bad one, how much
do you think I like you?" Yes, brain, keep hurting your boyfriend's feelings,
let's see how much that will help.
Dazai nods tensely, before biting his bottom lip and walking to his room (which
he never uses, they've been sharing Chuuya's for god-knows how long) and
quietly shutting the door. Chuuya gets up and groggily takes a water from their
fridge. Maybe they were better just being partners. He sits down at the table
and wonders vaguely why this is happening. He was seventeen years old, Dazai is
going to turn eighteen soon and they were too young to get this caught up in
romantic shit. Or maybe they were too old?
It was kind of chilly in the apartment, but his coat reeked of alcohol and the
thermostat stopped working a week ago. He begins to think about how nice it
would be in his bed with Dazai wrapped around him, but realizes what he is
doing and pushes that thought away. He takes another sip of his water. His
joints were still aching from the mission, the two of them had just got back
early the afternoon before. Dazai must be aching, too, from a bullet that
grazed him when he pushed Chuuya out of the way. He must be changing the
bandages right now, since they had been too preoccupied with other things to do
it earlier. Chuuya wonders if he is using the right ointments, if he is
tightening his bandages properly, if he feels just as bad about this as Chuuya
does.
God damnit.
He decides to stop being an ass and goes to sit down in front of Dazai's door,
calling out to him, "Hey, I'm sorry about what I said. Not the asshole part
because you are one, but I guess, I am too. So, ah... at least we can be
assholes together?" he leans his head on Dazai's door and takes another sip of
his water, hoping the bastard is still awake. He better be, it took a lot to
say sorry, he's not doing it again just because the bastard is off in
dreamland.
"That was the most unromantic thing you could have possible said," Dazai opens
the door, his shirt off and bandages freshly changed, but his eyes red and a
little dead-looking.
"Got you to open the door, didn't it?"
Dazai motions for him to get up, "Take off your clothes," Chuuya raises an
eyebrow, "I don't need my bed smelling like alcohol."
"You never use it anyway," Chuuya grumbles before taking off his smaller jacket
and his tie.
The next morning, he trips over the water bottle he left in the hallway. Dazai
laughs at him, before walking up and giving him a chaste kiss.
Chapter End Notes
     Next on Chuuya's terrible love life-
     Crossdressing?
     I'm starting to think I should leave some chapter on a cliffhanger, I
     mean what's the fun in giving you the plot in one chapter?
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