Atsushi didn't remember where he was or what had happened when he woke up; at least for the first few minutes after he woke up when he was mentally debating whether he should go back to sleep or not. When he finally decided to sit up, he was slapped with reality and memories from yesterday. He knew he had a huge bounty on his head, but he didn't think people would act on it. He didn't think they would attack him at random, or even know how to find him. He had gotten so much better at controlling his powers after meeting Dazai and joining the Agency; he hadn't even transformed since then, well, except for last night, but that didn't count. There was no way they could have known unless they had known about it before he joined the Agency.
He remembered something else, checking his pockets quickly to find that he wasn't even wearing the same clothes as the day previous; nor were they anywhere in sight. He saw that Kunikida had fallen asleep waiting for him in a chair, and there was a note for him. Atsushi, Naomi and Junichirou are fine. Your clothes were thrown out, there should be another set at both your company-provided dorm and Dazai's. Dazai wants to speak to you when you wake up. P.S. Have you seen my glasses anywhere? Kunikida must have really been messed up because his glasses were on top of his head and his journal was upside down in his hands; Atsushi fixed them both quickly and stealthily before he went back to the apartment- which was apparently a dorm. There was an address for both dorm rooms; it was interesting to learn that he and Dazai officially lived on opposite sides of the same building. Maybe Atsushi could turn his dorm into a secret hideaway place and just keep living with Dazai; he was already planning on spending most nights there anyways.
Atsushi suffered a lot of ill looks as he walked home in the early morning light; sure, they were from people just getting off of the night shift or on their way to a very early morning shift and they were probably grumpy from sleep deprivation, but they felt a bit harsh, he shook it off. If he knew Dazai, which he kind of but not totally did by this point, he was still asleep in bed and would stay there until almost noon; not because of drunkenness or anything like that, but because he was super lazy. It was cute; Dazai was more catlike than him and his ability turned him into a feline. Only, when he got there, Dazai was nowhere in sight, just a note. Atsushi, I'm off to convince a pretty woman to commit double suicide with me, then I'll probably admire the river for a little while.
Atsushi growled, thinking of what to write on a note just in case Dazai came back before he saw him again. He took his time thinking about it before grabbing a polaroid camera; there was no way he would print these photos out where they could be copied. He put on his regular clothes, popping open his shirt buttons and his top pants button for the first photo, being careful not to get his face in the picture, but he did show his mouth as he was licking his lips. He shook the photo for a few seconds; perfect, he was the center of the photo and it was in the perfect lighting. He decided after that one to take two photos in each pose, just in case something happened to them. For the second photo, he slipped his shirt off entirely, but kept the suspenders and tie on. His pose this time used his tie as a leash in his gloved hands; these pictures were turning out so well! He kept the tie and gloves for the third one, but his pants, and thus his suspenders, had to go. It probably helped that taking these pictures for Dazai was turning him on, because now the outline of his hard cock was visible through his boxers but not too visible. He wrapped his hand around it through his boxers before snapping a third photo. He was considering another, but he would need something of a very specific shape to make it work.
He dug through Dazai's things, looking for perhaps a hairbrush or a thick marker, not expecting to find a suction cup dildo in the closet with a note encouraging him to use it with plenty of lubricant when he wasn't around. Dazai didn't really know him too well yet, or he would know that Atsushi hates masturbating; in fact, he could count the number of times he's pleasured himself on one hand, but then again, Dazai still managed to figure out that Atsushi enjoyed being penetrated more than… stroking it. This was a very awkward train of thought for the white haired male. He sighed, digging around in the closet for lube. He didn't have to make himself cum, but he did need to get it.. Inside, for a proper photo. This would be the biggest thing he had ever tried to use for this type of thing. This would hurt.
He stripped down to nothing but his tie, deciding to get this over with quickly. He licked the head of the dildo, covering it in spit before stroking it a few times to spread the makeshift lube. It was strange, the dildo felt a lot like Dazai's… Atsushi blushed deeply. He couldn't be sure because he hadn't done nearly as much to the brunette as he had done to him, but it was at the very least very similar. Even that one big vein was there and oh gosh it was a copy of Dazai's! Atsushi fell back from were he was on the floor, squeaking with embarrassment. That pink-ish purple-ish hunk of silicone must have cost a fortune, unless it was homemade which wasn't any better; from what little he knew about… making things from silicone, the casting of.. It must have taken hours. He shook his head. He just needed to get it inside, for the photo.
Atsushi stuck it to the floor before getting on top of it, slowly sitting down on it. His insides burned as it moved through him. He grabbed one of Dazai's unwashed shirts, holding it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, rocking his hips as he snapped the fourth photo. Every important part of him was covered, but it was obvious what was going inside of where. Atsushi only glanced at it for a second before he started taking more and more pictures of himself like this, a slightly different position each time. Some were in the same position with him biting the shirt, or stroking himself through it. Some were from behind while he rode the toy. And some even had his face in them; how careless, but he was sure he could use these to control Dazai.
He wasn't sure of much about Dazai, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the man liked pictures. There had been no evidence and it was never brought up between them, but something told him the brunette would go crazy for these pictures and that was the key to get him to stop flirting with every woman who so much as breathed within 20 feet of him. Atsushi was jealous and possessive; Dazai is the first thing that's ever been his and there was no way in hell he was going to lose him. Atsushi's claws came out as he continued to ride the dildo; he had completely forgotten about taking photos. He hissed with pleasure, not noticing how he ripped the shirt to shreds between his teeth and his claws came, growling Dazai's name. He felt hot and angry; he felt the tiger making its way out as he got dressed and wrote the note, paper clipping the first three photos to it.
Every time you flirt with a woman, I will rip up another one of these photos. I will give you one photo every week you make it without flirting with someone else. Atsushi made a second copy of the note and put it in an envelope with the duplicates of the first three pictures. He would carry these around in case he saw Dazai before he got back to the apartment. He stretched his back out, already forgetting why he was sore and stiff. Jealous anger was taking over as he reread Dazai's note. He growled while picking up the photos; he would hide them in his own dorm along with Dazai's shredded shirt that Atsushi couldn't help but smell one more time. He felt the tiger shiver through him at the scent, knowing that it would probably become a thing. Once everything was put away, he transformed; letting the tiger out for a little while. He had intended to stay inside the dorm building, but his 8 foot long body didn't fit very well in there, and all his plans changed when he caught Dazai's scent.
He barely had the sense to at least become mostly human as the tiger tracked Dazai. His claws were tucked inside of his paws this time, but his ears and tail stood alert as he moved much faster than the average tiger towards Dazai; running several miles within a minute. He hadn't felt this hot before. He was probably just using up a lot of energy. Atsushi came to when he smelled Ranpo at a train station; he didn't realize he how he had gotten there in the first place. He shoved his paws in his pockets, unable to turn back to normal by himself at the moment. Ranpo called him out before he had a minute to catch his breath,
"Hey, Atsushi," the white haired male snapped to attention, going to his fellow detective, "I'm off to work a case, wanna come with?"
"Sure, what is it?" Ranpo chuckled darkly,
"Murder," he said in a scary tone, somehow setting a creepy atmosphere to freak Atsushi out. The latter stared wide-eyed at the twenty six year old,
"I-I don't think I'm equipped to hand that kind of thing," He said quickly, trying to back out of it; Ranpo grabbed his hand, forcing him to stay with him,
"If you come, I won't tell anyone about the naughty photos you have for Dazai~" He teased, laughing as Atsushi blushed,
"It's kind of obvious to a master detective like me," he answered before Atsushi could even ask, "Plus, I only need you to help me find my way there. I never bothered learning how to use the subway by myself." Atsushi nodded, agreeing to go along with them. Ranpo paused,
"C-Can I see the photos?" Atsushi blushed deeper, "N-Not for any perverted reason, I just want to see how right I am about further deductions and.." he said quickly, not stopping until the white haired male shoved an envelope into Ranpo's hand. It wasn't sealed yet so it was easy for the lightly blushing brunette to get in and see. He looked surprised as he looked the pictures over and read the note.
"I could have sworn Dazai was into more bdsm things than this.. And you're really hot in these," Ranpo said quietly, his nose bleeding a little as he tucked the pictures and note back into the envelope, handing it back to Atsushi, "unless you two haven't "experimented" yet?" Atsushi squirmed, hiding his face in his paws. His tail and ears swayed with him; he was so embarrassed,
"Dazai and I haven't had sex yet," he said, barely above a whisper, "w-we've done other things, but" his left ear twitched, "work has been his main excuse for not…" he made a squeamish sound up for interpretation, "yet." Ranpo nodded, somehow understanding as he followed Atsushi from train to train,
"What I've been able to unwillingly discover about him through my ability, super-deduction, he's really into Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism, or BDSM. He's what would be known as a Dominate, or a Dom, and he has a bit of a sadistic streak. Which basically means he would like to control you during sex and hurt you to some extent; this might manifest in him initiating "things" between you and him more often than not, and him focusing on you a lot more than usual; if nothing else. Does that sound about right?" Atsushi nodded quickly, looking around to make sure no one heard. Ranpo licked his lips, gaining a mischievous glint in his eyes,
"Additionally, he may be training you to be a submissive, or sub, and/or a masochist; whether he knows it or not. Given your personality, if you were in training to become a sub, you would probably feel desperate to be around him at all times, and acting out of character to get his attention. For example," Ranpo gently squeezed Atsushi's tiger ears, making him blush and gasp, "your lack of control over your ability." Atsushi put some distance between him and Ranpo, covering his ears with his paws,
"Pl-Please don't touch those," he panted, "th-they're s-sensitive." Ranpo laughed, apologizing and agreeing not to touch them again as Atsushi got out of the train, leading him to the body by smell alone. He zoned out as Ranpo dealt with the police and helped solve the murder. He kept his paws in his pockets, not paying attention until he smelt Dazai.
"There's something in the nets!" Atsushi turned around quickly, coming face to face with Dazai who hung upside down in the nets. He walked a bit closer,
"Is this how you admire the river?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he leaned forward, kissing Dazai gently. Dazai smiled when he pulled away, dropping from the net to the ground,
"I wonder what you were admiring to get so worked up~" the brunette whispered in Atsushi's tiger ear after he stood, nibbling on the tip of it. Atsushi blushed deeply, placing his hands on Dazai's chest to try and push him away,
"I can't control my ability today, w-would you mind helping me?" he murmured quietly,
"Well, it didn't go away when we kissed, so I guess I'll have to hold your hand all day, or perhaps other places, if you prefer~" Atsushi's ears twitched as the tiger tried to take over again, he felt an intense he rising inside of him. He was about to agree to it when suddenly Dazai was crying over the female corpse and the lost opportunity for a double suicide. Atsushi growled, pulling Dazai back from the body by the collar of his jacket. He hugged Dazai around the waist, slipping the hands.
"Stop flirting with other people!" he exclaimed a little louder than he should have in public. He was so angry and jealous and other things he couldn't identify that he was about to cry. It really bothered him when Dazai turned so much of his attention to someone else so quickly like that; it was different if it was Kunikida or something work related, but it was every woman he saw, even a dead one! Dazai leaned down, kissing Atsushi deeply and wiping off a single tear from his cheek before opening the envelope and reading his note. The brunette blushed as he looked over the pictures, looking more like a pervert by the second.
"Ranpo~" Dazai called out to the older brunette, "Is there any way you would be able to find your way back alone?" he grinned, sporting a mischievous expression; there was no way he didn't have something planned already. Ranpo shook his head,
"Sorry, I can't. It'll be another hour or so, they want me to help with questioning and they refuse to do anything at a reasonable pace. I suppose if you're that desperate, you two can get a hotel room, but otherwise, I'll need both of you nearby." Dazai whined but decided to stay and be "helpful", by switching between looking at the photos, teasing Atsushi, kissing Atsushi, and groping Atsushi; only he refused to use his ability on Atsushi so he could hear the white haired male purr uncontrollably. He was glad they didn't have much of an audience now that they were at the police station, only one female police officer who Atsushi kept Dazai's back to as the latter kissed his neck; Atsushi glared at her over Dazai's shoulder as he gasped quietly into Dazai's ear. He was waiting for her to realize he staked his claim and for her to stop looking at him.
Atsushi took it farther when she wouldn't back off, kissing Dazai passionately, crawling into his lap. He growled into the kiss when she refused to look away, rolling his hips on Dazai's lap. He wrapped his arms around Dazai's neck, tangling his fingers in his soft brown hair. He growled again when he saw she was still looking, almost missing how Dazai's hands groped him a little too roughly for public. Atsushi broke the kiss with a heated gasp while Dazai continued to grope him.
"Atsushi," he said in the same tone of a parent asking their color stained child if they painted on the wall, "Are you making out with me because your jealous? Don't lie to me." Atsushi whined, kissing Dazai again in an attempt to make him forget about this line of questioning. Dazai moved his hands to Atsushi's hips, pulling him away,
"I need an answer, or I'll have to assume the worse," he leaned in, whispering into Atsushi's ear, "punish you~" he nibbled on Atsushi's tiger ear, making the boy moan quietly out loud. The white hair male nodded slightly,
"No matter where we go, there's always a pretty woman nearby, and I still don't know if I can trust you not to flirt with them, or them not to flirt with you; but that can't happen if we're making out." Dazai chuckled, petting Atsushi between his ears. Atsushi couldn't control is loud purring as he nuzzled against the brunette's hand. He was loving the attention.
"Atsushi-kun," Dazai started, instantly getting Atsushi's attention, "as cute as that is, I still have to punish you," the weretiger shivered, whining softly, "Start thinking of a safeword," Dazai leaned forward, kissing Atsushi again, but gently this time. It didn't last long, however, because Ranpo had finished with the police and decided to nag Atsushi into taking him back to the Agency. Dazai went off on his own, promising to meet Atsushi at his dorm/apartment later on