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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      文豪ストレイドッグス_|_Bungou_Stray_Dogs
  Relationship:
      Akutagawa_Ryuunosuke/Dazai_Osamu/Nakahara_Chuuya/Oda_Sakunosuke,
      Akutagawa_Ryuunosuke/Dazai_Osamu_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs), Dazai_Osamu/
      Nakahara_Chuuya_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs), Dazai_Osamu/Oda_Sakunosuke_(Bungou
      Stray_Dogs), Akutagawa_Ryuunosuke/Nakahara_Chuuya_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs),
      Akutagawa_Ryuunosuke/Oda_Sakunosuke
  Additional Tags:
      OT4, this_is_a_mess_okay, it_isn't_my_best_work_at_all
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-10 Words: 1585
****** russian roulette ******
by saviorbrother
Notes
     I don't know what I'm doing, we're going to act like this fits in the
     timeline.
Storge
Family is inherent to most, a default of life. To Akutagawa, family had been a
congregation of lost children with a flimsy vow.
“If we move in from the south wing, we’d be able to cut off their route, take
them in for questioning.”
Oda lays a comforting hand on his head as plans are discussed for an ambushed.
A funny sight they make at this grandiose table, casually discussing criminal
matters like light lunch. His temples throb from lack of sleep and
overexertion, eyes blurring as he rests his cheek against the cool wood of the
table.
“If you go in with such a small unit, the other potential exit won’t be
properly covered,” Nakahara-san sounds bored, lounging in a seat at the head of
the table.
“Akutagawa-kun, you wouldn’t mind coming with, right?” Dazai questions,
spinning his gun around one finger.
Without giving an answer, it’s settled, he’ll accompany Dazai on his day off.
Gin isn’t free tomorrow, anyhow.
“I’ve got to go,” Oda stands, lifting his hand away from Akutagawa’s head in
the process.
None of them know who they were born to, but Oda’s features are a unique mix;
baby blue eyes and blazing hair, dark stubble. As he stands from his seat, he
stretches, raising his fists to the ceiling.
“Odasaku, why not go out for drinks? Chuuya, you too!”
Dazai bounds out of his chair as Chuuya declines the offer, getting ready to
leave, also. Akutagawa is comfortable enough here, but stands as Oda gives him
a look.
“What about you, Akutagawa-kun?” Nakahara-san questions as they wait for the
elevator, fixing his hat.
Dazai hums his favorite tune, tapping his foot enthusiastically, but doesn’t
await his answer.
“Home,” Akutagawa shrugs, covering his mouth in retaliation of their attention.
Home is roaming the streets until Dazai calls for him, or Oda bumps into him
and buys him a cup of tea, and maybe Chuuya tracking him down so he can get
some rest.
///
Ludus
This morning, he and Oda meet over the roofs of the poor. Where sewage and wet
clothes permeate the air after a night of rain. They’re both surprised,
freezing over a sunken roof.
“Catch me if you can.”
Odasaku says it with such a straight face that he gets a five-second head start
on Akutagawa. It’s with a great deal of force that he lets himself go. Allowing
his body to hop from shack to shack, sailing over the dilapidated structures,
small children in the infested streets below, and feel the wind making way for
them.
After a minute, no one is chasing anyone, nothing but a child-like giddiness
ballooning inside his chest as they flip and dodge one another in a fluid
dance.
“Dazai should be calling you soon,” Oda stops on top of a house made of brick
and wet newspaper, not a hair out of place.
Akutagawa feels disheveled, as if he had too much fun, and uncomfortable with
the amount of emotion washing over him.
“I suppose.”
Oda leaves him with a respective bow, flying mid-air like it’s where he
belongs. Warm sunlight erupts in Akutagawa’s chest.
///
Philio
“That bandaged bastard can’t get in my car.”
Akutagawa looks scandalized as Chuuya burns rubber getting away from the curb,
away from Dazai.
“Where are we going?”
“Dinner. There’s a place opening up on Main street,” Nakahara-san drives
without his coat, and depending on the distance, forgoes his hat also.
“You can loosen up around me, I don’t care for the formal bullshit, Akutagawa.”
“I’m not sure how to,” Akutagawa sounds unsure, relaxing in his seat.
“Just like that,” Chuuya crows, turning on the radio and going 90 in a 40 mph
lane.
 
The new place on Main Street is a jazzed up diner with a line wrapped around
the block. Akutagawa follows Chuuya past all the people waiting and inside,
immediately having them led to a booth.
“Burgers and fries, a fruit smoothie for him and a chocolate milkshake for me.”
It isn’t their usually five-star eatery or the quaint, worn shops tucked away
in quiet streets. This is a place for normal teenagers and families. Nakahara-
san is in his element, slouching in the leather cushion with a content face.
“What kind of--,” Chuuya trips on the word because what exactly is he to
Akutagawa? “What kind of person would I be if I didn’t take you out to one of
these places once in your life?”
“Normal,” Akutagawa’s eyes dart around, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
“Oi, it’s fine. You’re alright here,” Chuuya says, stern, “you’re with me.”
He tastes the maple bacon from Nakahara’s burger and more than a few sips from
his shake, the frozen chunks tucking into the gaps of his teeth. It’s an
indirect kiss, Akutagawa frets, thrilled.
The footsie under the table as they eat isn’t as soft as Nakahara-san’s hand
resting on his lower back while they stroll back to his car, he hasn’t felt so
full and drowsy in his entire life.
This part of them leaves him tender, sated.
///
Agape
“Akutagawa-kun, I told you to take care of the coat, not ruin it.”
The building behind him burns in billowing flames, blackening the sky.The Port
Mafia doesn’t play well with others.
“Akutagawa--”
Oda catches him before he can collapse to his knees. The hole in his back is
evident, alarming.
“Was that…” Odasaku sounds startled, holding the young boy up.
“He doesn’t know how to keep his ability from lashing out at his own body. This
happens sometimes,” Dazai mutters, shaken at the sight yet trying to act
nonchalant.
“And you still let him take this job.”
Dazai takes his own coat to cover Akutagawa’s naked and raw back, lifting him
out of Oda’s arms. In a maelstrom of blazing embers and suffocating smoke, his
friend walks away with his subordinate in his arms, limp and trusting. Those
two aren’t always a pretty sight and that’s what’s enticing.
It isn’t that Dazai doesn’t believe in the kid at all, he trusts him entirely
too much with dangerous matters such as taking out entire buildings full of
rogue ability users. What he thought was a one-sided bargain is actually
unconditional and crude love. In it’s most natural form, love is a writhing
snake in the grass trying to fulfill it’s greed while attempting to lull it’s
victim into submission.
Akutagawa’s eyes flutter open, peering in alarm over Dazai’s arm, before
relaxing as the hold on him gets tighter. He won’t be wandering in darkness for
eternity completely alone, not in this life.
///
Eros
If you put three horny teenagers in a room with a twenty-year-old with the
resolve of a monk, this is what you get.
Chuuya’s eyes are cerulean, sultry in their lazy look. Dazai’s bandages rasp
against his skin, burning in the glide up his naked thigh.
“You’re gonna make him come,” comes an accusing statement from his left.
“Isn’t that the point, Odasaku?” Dazai teases, pinching Akutagawa’s flesh.
“Not if the point is to have him last.”
“Nakahara-san,” Akutagawa murmurs, but he doesn’t shy away from his mouth.
Kissing him is like melting butter over his tongue, like being melted. Dazai
spits on his cock again, jerking him off in tight, hasty strokes while Chuuya
holds him down to the bed with one fist binding his wrists.
Odasaku can sit in a chair beside the bed, couch, table, or counter, while the
three of them get tangled. But tonight he seems impatient, shedding his clothes
and panting.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Dazai asks.
No matter how many times they play, Akutagawa always ends up being the first to
get fucked.
“That’s just how things go,” Chuuya grins, shuffling between his spread legs.
It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it, he just wishes they would drop the ruse of
him having a chance in the first place.
Chuuya’s mouth always goes slack on the first push, dazed as he feels Akutagawa
take him, overheating the instant he bottoms out.
“That never gets old.”
Akutagawa can’t deal with their eyes on him, especially Oda’s, a mix of
curiosity akin to a child’s and awe. It’d be nice to have his mouth on his
cock, Odasaku gives good head, and Dazai’s fingers can twist his nipples until
he’s squirming on Chuuya’s dick. It’s lewd, and uncomfortable, but he wants it.
Then Dazai is there, shushing him. Making Akutagawa realize he wants to be
inside of his mentor just as much as he wants Dazai-san in him, too.
“Say it,” Odasaku whispers softly, thumbing over Akutagawa’s mouth.
Chuuya puts his left leg over his shoulder, sucks a mark on the inside of his
knee.
“C’mon, Akutagawa.”
He bites down of Oda’s thumb, hard enough to hear the bone grind against his
teeth.
///
“Hey, Odasaku.”
“Mm?”
“We should play russian roulette. But let's make sure Chuuya gets the bullet.”
“No. Then you’d complain that you didn’t get to shoot yourself.”
Dazai agrees, slumping down onto Akutagawa’s shoulder with all of his weight,
almost tipping them both off their bar stools.
“But watch this…”
Chuuya makes all of their drinks float mid-air, stacked on top, then in a line,
and proceeds to juggle them.
“Dazai, no!” Chuuya screeches, getting the glasses within an inch of the bar
top before his ability is nullified.
Dazai scurries off to the bathroom, Chuuya hot on his tail, leaving Akutagawa
alone with Oda.
“Think you can hold it?”
He looks to his right as Odasaku slides him his whiskey.
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