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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      文豪ストレイドッグス_|_Bungou_Stray_Dogs
  Relationship:
      Dazai_Osamu/Nakahara_Chuuya_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs)
  Character:
      Mori_Ougai_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs), Dazai_Osamu_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs), Nakahara
      Chuuya_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs)
  Additional Tags:
      Porn_With_Plot, Underage_Sex, HIV/AIDS, Alternate_Universe, what_if_the
      Port_Mafia_was_shitty_but_in_a_different_way?, Porn_Star_AU, so_many
      kinks, Crossdressing_Kink, Clothing_Kink, Lipstick_&_Lip_Gloss, Knives,
      Knifeplay, Biting, Panties, Lace_Panties, Breathplay, Wall_Sex, more_like
      wall_foreplay, Chuuya_holding_up_taller_men_by_the_throat_is_my_kink,
      Anal_Fingering, Sub!Dazai, Dom!Chuuya, Dom/sub, Implied/Referenced
      Pedophilia, Mori_isn't_a_good_person_but_at_least_he_knows_it, Murder
      Thoughts, Blow_Jobs, Face-Fucking, Sounding, Humiliation, Slut_Shaming,
      Dildos, Lube, Multiple_Sex_Positions, Riding, I_Wrote_This_Instead_of
      Sleeping, Cock_Rings, Large_Cock, I_think_thats_it_let_me_know_if_i
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      Published: 2017-12-11 Completed: 2018-02-02 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 3784
****** Raising Suicidals ******
by redlipstickkisses
Summary
     Dazai couldn’t remember the last time he had been excited about
     filming, but he found himself looking forward to his scene with
     Chuuya. The script, as usual, was fairly simple, more of an outline
     really and he felt a tung of arousal at the thought of what Chuuya
     might have in store.
     The lace was soft against his skin and he had to admit that whoever
     had picked out the dress had chosen a color that flattered him. Red
     lipstick was bright against his cheeks. He flashed a smile in the
     mirror. Take.
Notes
     this is what happens when I listen to little gamesby benny on repeat
     while half asleep
     for the prompt-Dazai wanted to top Chuuya but apparently Chuuya has a
     huge d*ck so Dazai changed his mind asked Chuuya to top him instead
     with a sprinkling of Dom!Chuuya
***** Play 'em like Pawns *****
  “Mori,” The Boss called, phlegm thick in his throat, “why hasn’t Osamu been
filming.”
    He kept his face pleasantly neutral as he flipped through to the page he
had made certain to bring with him. He passed the clipboard to the Boss.
“Mitsuki tested positive on the last HIV test, Osamu has been removed from the
filming roster until the window period has closed and he can be tested.”
    The Boss nodded as if he understood but there was a look in his eye that
made something ugly in Mori growl. Mori Ougai was one of the first people in
line to admit he was, in fact, a horrible human, but at least he could say he
never prostituted his own underaged son. When he took over that would be one of
the first changes. He took back his clipboard.
     “Very well, but make certain to have a video scheduled for filming as soon
as he’s been cleared. Something special to make up for this unexpected leave.”
Mori nodded and left imagining the way the Boss would look when he slit his
throat. He would be surprised because that oaf would never imagine it from him,
and he would have that glorious panic they always had as his life drained out
of the precise slice to the carotid artery. His blood would be a spray of
glorious deep red. Perhaps he should find Elise a dress in that color. She
would enjoy that and it would look spectacular against her golden hair.
     The Boss assumed that Dazai would test clean but there was no guarantee he
would.  So, who could he schedule a shoot with that would work well with Dazai
even if he was positive. Mitsuki had been 30 to Dazai’s 16, all in the name of
making the student/teacher porn more “realistic” and look at how that had
turned out. With a disease that would haunt Dazai for the rest of his life if
he had it. Sakaguchi or Oda would both be good options and while Akutagawa
would be willing to film with Dazai regardless he was not exposing an even
younger teenager who was already sick.  The best option was Nakahara. He was
Dazai’s age and had already experienced an HIV scare of his own, he would be
the last to judge if filming was canceled or postponed even if he might throw
up a token fuss. It didn’t hurt that Kouyou had taught her ward how to take
care of himself.
    Yes, Nakahara and Dazai would certainly be a striking pairing.
     He let a smirk creep over his face. Striking indeed.
***** Delinquent Kids *****
    “Chuuuuuuuya~” Dazai called as he dropped on to the bed. He smirked when he
saw Chuuya stiffen, the muscles in his jaw tensing before he turned to face
him. Chuuya was so cute when he was trying not to murder someone. He could hear
the way he was clenching his teeth in annoyance. “The fuck do you want Dazai?”
 
     Dazai smiled widely as he cadged Chuuya in. Not that Chuuya wasn’t
perfectly capable of flipping him off. “I just figured since we’re shooting
together we should get to know each other a bit better.”
     One of Chuuya’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead. One of the best things
about Chuuya was the way his emotions played across his face. It was one of the
things that made him so popular. It was one of the things that made it so much
fun to mess with him. Dazai wanted to experience it first hand. He wanted to
see what faces he would make, his hair a messy halo spread across the bed as he
fucked him until he passed out.
      Chuuya’s eyes were narrowed, and Dazai knew he knew what he meant. “We’ve
known each other since we were 5, bandage bastard, I already know you better
than I ever wanted to.”
    Dazai leaned in close, breathing in the scent of Chuuya’s hair right by his
ear. “Hmm, but we’ve never shot together before, how do I how you aren’t tiny
all over?”
    He felt his smile grow as Chuuya glared up at him.
    “What did you just say?!” He growled, before reigning his temper in and
scoffing. “More like you just want to celebrate your test coming back negative.
I know you’ve seen my video’s.”
     Dazai lowered his hips so he was sitting on Chuuya instead of bracing
above him. Chuuya’s breath caught as he did and Dazai let his smirk grow. He
rolled his hips down. “But Chuuya, how do I how that the real thing is that
good?”
     Chuuya’s eyes fluttered shut and he was so pretty it should be illegal.
Something ugly raged in Dazai’s chest at the idea that other people had touched
Chuuya like this, other people had seen him make these faces and heard what
kind of noises he made when Dazai was just getting his first taste. Chuuya’s
hands came up and rested firm and strong on Dazai’s hips as he continued his
slow rhythmic rolls.
     Chuuya’s eyes were almost black and his cheeks were flushed and he made
such a pretty picture, his voice deep as he breathed out, “It’s better.”
     Dazai stopped his grinding to laugh, but he didn't get the chance to call
Chuuya full of himself before he was on his back, Chuuya pinning him, the look
in his eyes hungry. Dazai was more than okay with this.
     Sure he wouldn’t get to see what Chuuya looked like spread out and picked
apart and utterly debauched but watching him ride him would be just as nice. He
shuddered at the image of Chuuya riding him, taking him all the way, slow and
deep. He would toss his head back when he moaned, eyes closed, showing off his
neck, just begging to have hickeys bitten into the pristine skin there and,-
a hand closed around Dazai’s throat only giving him a second to register it
before it squeezed. Not tight enough to choke him, but just enough to make him
feel it. Chuuya’s grip loosened and Dazai gasped, his mouth falling open as his
brain short-circuited.
     He had not been expecting that.
     He stared at Chuuya with something like awe. Chuuya looked unfairly smug
as he moved up to sit on Dazai’s chest instead of his hips.
     “I know you Dazai, always plotting something,” Chuuya said, as he undid
his pants. Dazai may or may not have licked his lips. He’s not admitting
anything okay. “You never turn that stupid brain of yours off and just  feel .”
     Dazai felt himself make a small noise in the back of his throat. If Chuuya
was offering to help him feel something he was more than up for it. Preferably
he would like to feel Chuuya around his cock but he was willing to be flexible.
     “Let's’ find out how you are at oral.” The command was implied with the
way Chuuya drew out his cock and brought it close to Dazai’s lips. If Dazai
were a prouder man, it would have hurt that Chuuya was only at half mast, but
he could work with that.
     If there was one thing all of Dazai’s past-and future for that matter-
partners could agree on, it was that Dazai Osamu was a damn tease and he knew
it too.
     He nuzzled at Chuuya’s cock, taking tentative licks at it trying to get a
reaction from him. It worked in a way. Chuuya growled low in his throat and
caught Dazai’s jaw in his hand, squeezing it gently to make him open it. Dazai
blinked up at him and somehow managed to look victorious with his mouth gaping
open.
     “Stop teasing.” Chuuya laced his other hand through Dazai’s hair and
guided him down to his cock.
     Chuuya groaned when he felt Dazai’s breath wash over it and held his
breath as he guided Dazai even further down. Dazai lapped at his cock as best
he could and then he was being pressed even further and Chuuya was letting go
of his jaw.
     He sealed his lips over Chuuya and slide his tongue over the sensitive
underside and watched as Chuuya shuddered. He bobbed his head down and then
hollowed his cheeks as he came up, sliding up and down several times before
opening his mouth with an obscene  pop  to lap at the slit.
     He could feel Chuuya growing thicker and harder in his mouth and hand and
god, he had thought he had been at half mast before but that was obviously
wrong  because there was no way for Chuuya to be this big if that's what he
looked like at half mast; Dazai would be pissed if he wasn’t so turned on right
now because he had heard that Chuuya had a big dick, but he had put that down
to locker room talk and gossip- having it in his mouth was a whole new
experience.
     He found Chuuya’s free hand and brought it up to sit with his other one,
tangled in his already messy hair before he opened his mouth and sank down as
far as he could go. He felt the head of Chuuya’s cock against the back of his
throat and he swallowed instinctively as he tried to push even further down,
his nose nestling in the thatch of pubic hair at the base. He felt a tug on his
hair and he lifted his eyes to look at Chuuya.
     If Chuuya looked debauched he couldn’t imagine what he looked like other
than an absolute  wreck ; he could feel tears threatening at his eyes as his
lips strained around Chuuya’s cock and his lungs fought for air and god he
could die happy right now.
     What a nice way to die. Suffocated on Chuuuya’s cock.
     Chuuya pulled him off and he gasped, gulping in air before he was pulled
down again and this time once he was down as far as he could go, Chuuya started
to  move . He groaned as he thrust up forcing his cock even deeper.
     “You like that don’t you, you like me fucking your throat with my big cock
until you cry.” He sounded amazed, his voice breathy and strung out. He was
looking at him like something holy and it made something in Dazai want to run,
to flee and hide far away from here, but it made a bigger part of him purr like
a contented cat that had finally got its nap in the sun.
     Chuuya pulled him off and as he gasped for air, ran a gentle finger over
his puffy lips. “This is going to be fun.”
     Dazai was panting like he had run a marathon and his emotions felt as
wrung out as a wet washcloth not to mention they were both still hard. He
whined and tried to get Chuuya’s cock back in his mouth but was surprised by a
kiss instead. And for all the kiss was hungry, it was gentle. He let himself
collapse back onto the bed, Chuuya curling around him murmuring unintelligible
words to him. He whined in the back of his throat but didn’t fight him.
     Chuuya could have his fun if it meant he could get some more of that giant
cock.
***** Feigning Opulance *****
Chapter Summary
     *strolls in a month late with Dutch Brothers* I've had most of this
     chapter written since November but I kid you not the last 3
     paragraphs have been evading me since December. Don't worry though, I
     hate me to. Enjoy the porn. I'll be back to edit it when it's not
     midnight.
     Chuuya felt a curl of warmth at the look on Dazai’s face as he held him
against the wall. His eyes were heavy as he stared down at him a flush spread
across his cheeks almost as bright as the lipstick staining his mouth and
Chuuya was glad for the heels that made it easy for him to bite along Dazai’s
jaw, lipstick smearing in his wake.
     “Such a pretty little slut,” he murmured into Dazai’s skin, loud enough
for the mics to pick it up. “You couldn’t help yourself could you, rubbing up
against everyone like a cat in heat.”    
      He cupped Dazai’s crotch with his free hand squeezing his cock through
the soft lace. Dazai’s mouth opened in a gasp and Chuuya grinned, wicked sharp.
     “I think I’ll make you beg before I let you cum.” He bit Dazai’s bottom
lip. “Make you cry, show me how sorry you are before I reward you.”
      Dazai threw his head back with a loud moan, and Chuuya shivered as his
nails raked up his bare back.
     He slipped his hands under Dazai’s ass, pushing the slit higher up as he
dug his fingers deep into the meat of Dazai’s thighs.
     Dazai might be taller than him but he was a noodle, and it was easy enough
to lay him down on the bed. He took a minute to enjoy the sight as he slid the
knife from the small of his back.
     Dazai froze when Chuuya slid the flat of the knife between his throat and
the neck of the dress. Chuuya contemplated turning the knife, so it drew blood,
but that wouldn't make for a good shot.
     In a single fluid motion, he twisted his wrist and pulled the knife so the
dark blue lace of Dazai’s dress parted. When he pulled the knife away, Dazai
groaned and rolled his hips up, causing the dress to fall apart and reveal that
he wasn't wearing underwear. Chuuya’s mouth felt dry and he wanted to bite at
Dazai’s smug smile. He clucked his tongue.
     “Were you so desperate you couldn't wear panties?” He traced his hand up
the inside of Dazai’s thighs as Dazai smirked up at him, “Couldn't bear to have
them rubbing against your caged little cock, letting everyone know how easy you
are-” he stopped when he reached Dazai’s crotch as if just realizing Dazai had
fingered himself open before filming.
      He wrenched his legs further apart, and Dazai moaned. “Oh, did you do
this before the party? Did you fuck yourself with your toys then get dressed up
hoping someone would let you ride their dick?”
     Dazai opened his mouth to reply just as Chuuya slipped a finger inside his
ass. “How do you-ah-know I didn't sneak away to fuck myself on my fingers
hoping someone would find me?”
     Dazai almost purred when Chuuya added another finger and stretched them
out. “Were you hoping that someone would see how empty your pretty ass was and
bend you over like the slut you are? Fuck you and then let you cum once your
hole was all fucked out and dripping?”  
     Dazai flashed him a sly smile as he arched his back and whined loudly when
Chuuya stepped back.
     He slipped his hands up his skirt and hooked his fingers in the elastic of
his panties. They were delicate, lacy things and he hoped the camera crew
caught how they slid down his legs. Panties in hand he crawled onto the bed,
spreading his legs wide to brace himself above Dazai. He looked down at his
‘wreaked’ expression and wasn't sure his grin could get any bigger. He wanted
to make Dazai  break .
     “You're such a mouthy slut; I bet you would love to have my panties in
your face.” Chuuya smacked his cheek lightly. “Open up.”
     Dazai let his mouth hang open as he looked up through his lashes and
Chuuya took great pleasure in stuffing his panties into his open mouth.
     “Now people can see what a greedy little slut you are,” Dazai whined as
Chuuya squeezed his flaccid cock hard enough to hurt. “Go on, let them see how
having one hole stuffed full isn't enough for you. It isn't is it.”
     Tears were threatening in Dazai’s eyes even as he managed to look defiant
with black lace stuffed between his lips. Chuuya laced his fingers through
Dazai’s hair and pulled so he arched up off the bed. So that was how Dazai was
going to play it. All the more fun.
     Chuuya knew his smile had turned cruel. “Not going to beg?” He taunted.
“Let's see about changing that.”
     He lifted himself up and away to grab the box from the prop nightstand.
     The sounds glinted under the lights from where they were nestled next to
some of the other toys they had picked out. Those would be fun, maybe in a bit.
He plucked the dildo from the box, leaving it in arms reach.
     He settled himself on the pillows and pulled Dazai into his lap, chest to
back and Dazai let his legs sprawl wide. No doubt the cameras were able to get
a spectacular angle as he helped Chuuya push the dildo in. He flicked it on and
Dazai flung his head back against Chuuya’s shoulder as it began to vibrate. He
ran his fingers down Dazai’s torso and marvelled at the way he could feel his
core muscles clenching and shuddering. Chuuya nuzzled at the crook of Dazai’s
neck, licking at the lipstick he had smeared there earlier.
     Dazai made such a pretty picture with his hair mussed, black lace spilling
from his lips, lipstick and hickies bitten into his skin as his cock bobbed
between his spread legs.
     He scratched his nails across Dazia’s torso before rolling his nipple
between his finger. A little bit of pain, a little bit of pleasure. He let his
hands dig into Dazais thighs, forcing them wider as Dazai squirmed, trying to
drive the dildo deeper.
     “What's that?” Chuuya asked, teeth dangerously close to Dazai’s ear, “Is
having two holes filled still not enough for you? Do you want me to fuck your
piss slit to?”
     The whimper and enthusiastic nodding made it clear that if he didn't have
a mouthful of lace, Dazai would be begging.
    The lube popped open with a click. He felt Dazai flinch, his hips bucking
up, when the cold gel was drizzled on his slit. He squeezed him, pulling the
cock ring off and Dazai whined, the sound muffled in his throat by the lace in
his mouth. Chuuya watched fascinated, as the sound slowly disappeared into
Dazai’s slit. It was curved so any moment it would bump up against his prostate
just right .
     Dazai whimpered and Chuuya pulled the sound up an inch before letting it
sink back down. Tears were beginning to run down Dazai’s face, a sure sign of
overstimulation.
     He hooked his arm under Dazai’s knee, pulling his legs further apart as he
worked the sound in and out. He could see Dazai working his jaw as if he wanted
to say something.
     “Are you ready to beg?” he crooned and laughed at how fast Dazai nodded
his head. He really was gorgeous when he was desperate.
     No sooner had Chuuya pulled the lace from between his lips, than Dazai was
whining, pitching his voice high and needy. “Please fuck me sir, split me open
and make me cum on your big fat cock.”
     “Such a hungry slut,” Chuuya said as he ran his fingers up Dazai’s cock to
grasp the sound. He lifted it an inch before letting it sink back down and
Dazai cried out as his prostate was stimulated from both sides. “You're so
hungry I bet you would let anyone fuck you right now.”
      He squeezed Dazai’s balls mercilessly and smiled at the whimper he
received. “You would just bend over, offering up your fucked out hole to anyone
who might want it.”
     He sunk his teeth into his shoulder and Dazai sobbed, writhing in his lap.
“No Sir, only you Sir, please, please fuck me Sir.”
    “Well since you asked so nicely,” Chuuya twisted the dildo before slowly
pulling it out. “Ride me.”
     The face Dazai made as he sank down onto his cock was one of someone
experiencing the ultimate bliss, his eyes closed, tears clinging to his lashes
and mouth dropped open in an o as he moaned like, well, a porn star. He really
was a talented. Chuuya tightened his grip on Dazai’s hip bones and pulled him
flush against him as he circled his hips. “Go on.Fuck yourself on my cock, do a
good enough job and maybe I'll fuck you until you cum.”
     Dazai whined as he found his rhythm, lifting himself until the top of
Chuuya’s cock was parely inside of him, and then slowly sinking back down.
Chuuya could feel his own arousal building and then Dazai began to talk. “Ah,
you're so big Sir, it feels so good, taking you so deep everytime I move. Fuck,
please let me cum Sir.”
     Chuuya growled low in his throat and removed the sound from Dazai’s cock,
relishing the sound Dazai made when he drew it out. “Please fuck me. Use me
like the slut I am.”
     Tears were running down Dazai’s face and his eyes were taking on a glassy
quality. It was nothing to change their positions so Dazai was spread out like
an offering below him. Chuuya slide back into his ass with a groan.
     “Look at you, a begging, crying fucked out mess.” He swirled his hips. “I
could do anything right now and you would let me.”
     “Yes Sir,  please  Sir.” Dazai babbled as if to prove his point.
    Chuuya hiked Dazai’s leg up over his shoulder so the cameras could get a
better shot of his cock sliding in and out of Dazai’s hole. Chuuya could tell
he was getting close from the way he was squirming and clenching around him. He
sunk his teeth into Dazai’s thigh. It would bruise and he wouldn't have it any
other way.
     Dazai tripped over the edge crying as he came. Chuuya growled as he pulled
out and flipped Dazai over as if he weighed nothing. Dazai gave a squeak at
being manhandled but it was muffled by Chuuya’s cock as he slipped it between
Dazai’s lips.
     Dazai really did have a fantastic mouth. Warm and wet as he tucked away
his teeth as best he could and let Chuuya take control. He laced his fingers
through Dazai’s hair and held him down as he fucked his mouth. His throat
fluttered around him as Dazai moaned and Chuuya was cumming. His vision went
white as he pushed Dazai all the way down and groaned as he felt him swallow
his cum. He pulled back and a drop caught on Dazai’s lip. Dazai looked up at
him with large glassy eyes as he swiped it away with his thumb.
     “Such a good slut.”
     “And Cut!”
     Chuuya extracted himself from the tangle of limbs and threw a tiny water
bottle at Dazai. Who looked annoyingly put together for someone who had just
had his brains fucked out, even if he was still obviously out of it. “Come on,
shower time.”
     Dazai eyed him with something like consideration and Chuuya ignored the
way it made a thrill race up his spine.
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