Angst and dark Dazai, you have been warned. I hope you'll like it~
English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes.
He looks around him at the dark room. The cleaners have already taken the body, on their way to dispose of it as if the man had never existed. The blood, however, is still there. Some of it is fresh and shining a bright crimson, but some of it is old, crusty, the colour of rust. Why bother cleaning a torture chamber when more blood will soon be spilled anyway? Besides, the sight of it helps break some of the people brought here.
"Chuuyaaaaaa~" The boss calls his name excitedly. He looks like someone poured blood over him, on his face, on his clothes, all over his body.
Dazai usually has the Torture Squad do this sort of thing - they are the Torture Squad after all - but sometimes he likes to get the job done himself, especially if it is someone whose betrayal or incompetence has offended him greatly. He now looks like a child with a new toy, all fake glee and bright smiles.
Chuuya has always known that Dazai was more intimidating and more dangerous than the previous boss, Mori. This has only become more obvious now that the young man is the new boss. He is ruthless and merciless, his eyes cold and blank and dark.
His whole attitude changes when he is with Chuuya. He is like a happy puppy, excited, full of life, teasing, making fun of him, speaking in a sing-song voice. Chuuya knows that it is all pretense, as it has always been ever since they became partners. It annoys him, but he also appreciates it. Dazai's darkness scares him sometimes, even though he will never admit it or let it show. Dazai has always been incredibly observant, though, and the redhead worries that he may have noticed.
Dazai walks towards him, slowly, determinedly, with a soft sway to his hips that draws the eye there and promises more to come. He wipes his hands on Chuuya's vest, staining the grey with red. Chuuya hates it when he does that (no, this is not the first time and won't be the last) but the good thing about being the boss's favourite is that no expenses are spared when it comes to getting new clothes for him.
"I really wish you'd come to watch," Dazai breathes in his ear.
He has expressed this wish before but Chuuya simply ignores it. He does not want to be a witness to Dazai losing all shred of humanity. Corruption, the true extent of his power, is destructive; but Dazai is the one who brings chaos without even using an Ability. Unless he orders Chuuya to be part of the audience, he will stay away.
He feels Dazai's teeth pulling at his earlobe, not enough to make him bleed but enough to hurt. And damn him, this little pain, Dazai's touch, Dazai's arms around him, send a shiver through his spine. Chuuya hates the effect his boss has on him, how he makes him feel.
He wants to resist, he wants to say no, he wants to leave; but he has always gravitated towards Dazai as if he is the one who has the Ability to manipulate gravity. Chuuya knows that his boss gets excited after torturing someone, and that's why he's here even though he refuses to be a witness to the work that comes before. And he hates himself for doing this, for needing this, for feeling complete only when he has Dazai's cock inside him.
Dazai's darkness often scares him, but he doesn't run. He remains, being an Executive, being the boss's right-hand man, following orders. He remains, loving and hating Dazai, needing him more than anything. And he doesn't mind that Dazai takes him right there, fucking him on the blood-stained floor, because he needs this.