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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      文豪ストレイドッグス_|_Bungou_Stray_Dogs
  Relationship:
      Dazai_Osamu/Nakahara_Chuuya_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs)
  Character:
      Nakahara_Chuuya_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs), Dazai_Osamu_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs)
  Additional Tags:
      Choking, Breathplay, port_mafia_era, Unbeta'd, Tags_May_Change, Unsafe
      breathplay, Unhealthy_Relationships, it_may_get_healthier_but_mostly_it
      isn't, beta_status_may_change
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-04 Chapters: 1/5 Words: 1699
****** it’s a funny thing, you know ******
by Lua
Summary
     It was hardly an accident that Chuuya ended up choking Dazai, but,
     the first time it happened, he didn't mean for it to happen at all.
     He surely didn't mean for it to lead to sex.
      
     "They'll never listen because their minds are made up
     And course it's all okay to carry on that way."
     A Certain Romance - Arctic Monkeys
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
To say the night had been stressful was an understatement Chuuya wasn't in the
mood to make. Things had gone awry as soon as they stepped foot in the
warehouse, and half their subordinates were now dead, in an ambush that was an
actual double-cross gone wrong.
Dazai was rarely mistaken, Chuuya had learned that before he had even learned
to trust him as his partner. If they walked face first into a trap, they did so
willingly, with half of the commanders knowing and planning to do so. That was
to say Dazai knew and Chuuya didn't.
But they followed Dazai’s plans, and, in the end, the plan was a success. The
rat selling information was dead and there were no poorly armed small groups
trying to take over pieces and bits of what belonged to the Port Mafia.
Chuuya trusted his partner. There was no reason to doubt he was brilliant and
that the plan worked with minimum losses. This situation still pissed him off.
He had counted ten deaths. Ten subordinates that put their lives in Chuuya’s
hands when they started following his orders.
Chuuya’s knuckles were starting to bruise. He had lost his left glove during
the fight. His glove and ten subordinates.
“There is always collateral damage,” Dazai stated while Chuuya examined his own
fingers. “Chuuya is being so dramatic,” he said as if he wasn’t talking to
Chuuya and waved to give emphasis to his statement. “Getting all sullen when
this is the best possible outcome.”
Chuuya had lost a glove during the fighting, so he took the other glove off and
stuffed it on the inside pocket of his coat. He tuned Dazai out. Chuuya was
beyond pissed, he could barely stand to look at his partner without feeling the
urge to punch his pleased smile away.
“Shut up,” he demanded through ground teeth.
Dazai had almost died back there. There was still a confusion of concern and
anger clouding Chuuya’s thoughts when he looked at Dazai. He waltzed in there,
owning the place and looking at people with dead eyes. Dead eyes and a pile of
dead bodies behind him.
Chuuya stopped walking, exhaling through his nose. He thought his idiot partner
had been in that dead pile.
Dazai leaned in front of Chuuya, invading his visual field and refusing to let
Chuuya have any space to calm down. They held each other’s gaze, and Chuuya
couldn’t explain where the fury that took over him even came from.
Chuuya didn't mean for it to happen at all, but he grabbed Dazai by his shirt
and slammed him against the wall. Dazai was already taller, but it didn't
matter because Chuuya was stronger and faster. Dazai saw it coming, in some
way, because he had his arm out of the sling supporting his bandaged arm and
his hand was on Chuuya's shirt before Chuuya's hand went for his throat.
Chuuya slammed Dazai against the wall again, unsure what he meant to do. He
pushed Dazai’s shoulder against the wall, watching his partner through narrowed
eyes. Chuuya's fingernails caught on a bandage on the side of Dazai’s neck and
he scraped it loose, tugging on it.
He forced Dazai to tilt his head back and look down on him.
It was amusing to see his partner so confused. Chuuya could see it clearly,
even if Dazai expected an attack, even if he nudged Chuuya in that direction,
this was new. It was very clear to him that Dazai was wondering if Chuuya
turned on him, if he had been paid or ordered to get rid of him. The thought
stung. Dazai kept looking at him with cold, calculating eyes despite the smile
playing on his lips.
Chuuya tugged on the loose bandages and pulled; Dazai's head hit the wall with
a dry noise.
"Could it be Chuuya thought I didn't have a backup plan?" he rasped out.
Dazai moved his hand down Chuuya's arm, discreetly. He was hesitating, but
Chuuya knew he was moving his hand to Chuuya’s wrist. Chuuya didn't expect to
react quite so...
He didn't expect the anger to spiral out of control. Chuuya wondered if Dazai’s
fear meant Dazai couldn’t see Chuuya or if somehow he was being toyed with.
Dazai kept watching him. Dazai kept letting him hold him against the wall and
keep his hand on his throat.
Chuuya took a deep breath. He looked at Dazai’s face and searched for
something, some explanation. He could tell Dazai realized he scared Chuuya.
Finally.
Chuuya smirked. He was threatening Dazai right now and it was nothing. There
was no threat to it anymore after Dazai worked out Chuuya had been terrified
something could’ve happened to him back there. Dazai’s hand dropped from
Chuuya’s arm, resting by the side of his own body, as if Chuuya's hands weren't
around his throat.
As if Chuuya couldn't kill him just by squeezing a little harder. Just by
hitting his head against the wall.
But Dazai dropped his hands and closed his eyes, lips parted as Chuuya kept the
tight wrap around his throat. Chuuya couldn’t let his eyes stray from Dazai’s
face. This wasn’t an apology.
It was permission.
Chuuya pulled on the loose bandage, ripping it off so he could actually use the
end of it to choke Dazai. Chuuya pulled on the bandage and Dazai let him.
Chuuya was lost in the action. Dazai never let him control anything, not
really, but here he was, not fighting back. Why why why...he knew. They were
partners.
Dazai let out a small gasp, but otherwise he seemed unfazed. Chuuya wondered if
the reason he needed those bandages was because someone tried to choke him
before. Chuuya wondered if Dazai allowed others to see him this vulnerable. He
pulled harder on the bandages and wondered if he would rip it to pieces.
Suddenly, Dazai pulled Chuuya closer, making Chuuya's body against his own. 
Dazai's knee pressed between Chuuya's own knees. For a moment, Chuuya thought
Dazai meant to throw him off balance.
Chuuya tried to find his answers in Dazai's eyes, but Dazai answered by
pressing his hand to the front of Chuuya’s pants. Dazai watched him, still
looking down on Chuuya as if he planned it all along. Dazai's breaths came out
in raspy noises and it still felt like everything was following Dazai’s script.
This was new and old.
Dazai watched as Chuuya tightened his hold on the end of the bandages, holding
until his knuckles went white. Chuuya ground his teeth and refused to play
along. His dick, on the other hand, was eager to comply and go along with
Dazai's suggestions.
Dazai traced Chuuya’s dick through the fabric, outlining it with his fingertip.
Chuuya glared at him and Dazai's cold eyes held his gaze. It was a game of
chicken and Dazai didn't mind to put his life up against something as trivial
as someone else's orgasm.
Chuuya was sure it wasn't a privilege of his to be played up like this. The
idea of Dazai trusting anyone else this much kept his tight hold on the
bandages.
Dazai’s lips were still parted as he tried to keep breathing evenly. Chuuya
watched as he licked them. Even if Dazai played with death, even if Dazai
played with Chuuya, he couldn't help but feel a pleasured pride over the fact
Dazai would trust him that much. It was a surprise, and it shouldn't be.
They're partners after all.
Chuuya glanced down at the front of Dazai's pants. He could see his partner's
dick pressing against the fabric, untouched and, at least, half hard. Chuuya's
breath quickened, and he looked at Dazai’s face again.
"Pervert," Dazai coughed out in an obvious provocation.
It didn't matter.
Chuuya tightened his hold and Dazai closed his eyes at the same time he grabbed
Chuuya's dick over his pants. The message was clear enough, Dazai could be
gasping for air and he was still pulling the strings. Being rubbed through the
fabric of his pants, Chuuya found it harder to care. He moaned instead.
His eyes didn't leave Dazai's and his hands kept holding on the bandages around
Dazai's neck.
Dazai smirked at him this time as if he was the one holding Chuuya against the
wall. Dazai moved his hand as if stroking Chuuya’s dick over his pants, teasing
and making him uncomfortably aroused. Chuuya bit his own bottom lip, wondering
if Dazai was getting off on controlling him or on being choked, but, then,
Dazai pressed his palm against him and Chuuya stopped wondering about anything.
In the end, Chuuya wasn't sure if it was Dazai's ragged breathing, his
calculating cold stare or the way he way he kept touching him through his pants
as if he knew - and he probably did - exactly what buttons he had to push to
throw Chuuya over the edge. He shuddered when he came, not nearly as ashamed as
he expected to be if someone had described the situation to him on the previous
day. Chuuya held on the bandages for lack of better support and that caused
Dazai let out a choked noise.
Chuuua let go.
The seconds stretched as both of them stayed there, panting. They stayed there,
Chuuya with his hands on his knees, pointedly staring at the floor, and Dazai
leaning against the wall, watching Chuuya.
Chuuya didn’t ask if Dazai came. He also refused to look to check.
Chuuya glanced at the bandages hanging loosely around Dazai's neck and the red
lines left by forcing them against his skin; it was enough to make him blush.
He didn't apologize. Dazai didn't ask him to.
Nor did he fix that mess.
Chuuya fixed his clothes and tried his best to look decent. They didn't speak
of it. In fact, they didn't say anything on their walk back to the base, and,
by the time they got back, they had eased back into their usual brand of
silence.
No one mentioned the bruises around Dazai’s neck nor, if they noticed it, the
mess in Chuuya’s pants. The next time they saw each other, Dazai had new
bandages.
And Chuuya had changed clothes.
End Notes
     thank you for reading this chapter!!
     i'm still trying to learn how to write smut which by now i should
     have accepted as a skill i may never have but oh well, this fic
     happened.
     i hope it was enjoyable so far and i hope the lack of beta isn't too
     terrible. see you in the next chapter?
     also, the titles come from arctic monkeys' songs. this chapter and
     the title of the fic come from a song called a certain romance.
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