Akutagawa's heart raced as he stood outside of the stairway. He was anxious, terrified really; he would finally get some alone time with Dazai, but Dazai was so cruel when he last saw him. They didn't really get to talk, or catch up at all. They were only together for a few minutes, and that was enough for Dazai to decide he needed a punishment; Dazai even cut his reward time short. He leaned against the wall as he thought it out. What would he say? He didn't want to submit, but he wanted Dazai's praise.
Aku blushed, holding a clenched hand to his chest. It almost hurt, the way his heart throbbed in his chest. He took deep breaths, sliding down the wall slowly. Could he even face Dazai like that? No. He shook his head. He was stronger than this. He did well enough without Dazai for two years; this was so he could move on. He needed to say goodbye forever. Akutagawa took one more deep breath as he stood, releasing it as he began his descent.
His mind was racing. Chuuya had taken care of him for days, exactly how he needed. He knew the redhead was slowly undoing his training, even if he tried to hide it, and Aku couldn't have been more grateful for it. What could he have done to deserve someone so wonderful? A cough interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to reality. The ravenette looked up from the steps he wasn't aware he was watching, turning his gaze to the brunette in chains. The room was filthy, but that would only make this easier. Neither of them would be particularly tempted to continue where they left off last time in this rancid mess of old blood and less savory fluids. Disgusting.
"Dazai," Akutagawa started, his aura radiating a false confidence, "we need to talk." The brunette smirked, not bothering to look up. He had been expecting something like this, given that he abandoned his sub, his sub found a new dom, and he found Atsushi; but that simply wouldn't do. He chuckled quietly, the gentle rattle of the chains almost masking it.
"Look at me," Akutagawa growled, punching him in the face. The older man smirked before he continued, laughing louder, "Dazai, this is important!" he yelled before continuing, barely above a whisper, "Look at me and listen to me." Dazai's laughter died out a moment or so later. He stretched as much as he could in his restraints before looking up at the boy who quickly averted his gaze, his hand once again clenched against his chest.
"My, my. What's gotten you so worked up?" The brunette asked as the ravenette lifted his gaze, making eye contact. He could do this; he had to end it here. He could never hope to kill the older man; he didn't have the heart for that, so he had to do this the normal way. Or as normal as this could be while the mafia was holding Dazai captive for completely unrelated reasons.
"I can't be your sub anymore," Aku whispered, moving his hands up to undo his collar for the first time. He let it drop to the floor, tag and all, "I won't be your sub anymore." Dazai watched the collar as it hit the filthy ground, slightly surprised that the younger male actually managed to say that. Dazai looked up at Akutagawa again, watching him with a dark curiosity.
"Is that all?" he asked, refusing to verbally acknowledge what just happened, "because I have some questions for you," Dazai practically sang as his mafia persona began leaking through. Aku gasped, backing away with a blush. He thought Dazai had left the dark side of himself with the mafia. He couldn't do this. That sadistic bastard standing in front of him was the man he fell in love with years ago, the man he still loved; but, in that same thread, the man who didn't hesitate to shoot at him three times from point blank range, and the man who tried to kill him. Akutagawa's mind was twisted; he was shaking. It took everything in him to keep from getting on his knees and beg to be abused by the older man. He knew he should hate him; Dazai took things too far so many times, but… it was at his own request. They had a safeword everytime, and Aku refused to use it, except for once. That one time was different, though. The ravenette was okay with a lot of things, but he was not okay with being fucked with a loaded gun, and Dazai had listened and respected that...
"First question," Dazai started, interrupting the ravenette's thoughts, "Who put the bounty on Atsushi?" Akutagawa growled, turning towards the stairs.
"Slut," he said, stopping the younger male mid-step, "answer my questions and I'll reward you." The boy took a deep breath, stilling for only a moment, but that was long enough,
"I'll tell you Atsushi's pet name." The ravenette stiffened, freezing in place,
"No one knows the name. There's a place to drop him off once captured. It's out of the country." Even though he wasn't looking, he could see the older man's approval; he could almost hear the praise he knew would come. He wouldn't resist anymore, and Dazai knew it.
"How would the mafia get the money?"
"It's already there, in plain sight, but guarded. They want the weretiger for it."
"I had some pictures on me when I was captured," Akutagawa tensed, "do you have them?" He shoved his hands into his pockets, one holding the envelope Dazai had with him; the other, a phone containing digital copies of all the photos Atsushi had hidden in his dorm, along with a few originals. His fingers slipped into the envelope, thumb and pointer stroking one of the pictures; the one where Atsushi was shirtless wearing his suspenders and using his tie like a leash, his pants outlining his hard cock. He had memorized each picture and recognized them by the slight creases they had undoubtedly gotten from an underling's carelessness in delivering them to him.
"Yes. I have them and more," he said quietly. He was about to take them out and return them, but Dazai cut him off,
"Have you looked at them?" the ravenette reluctantly nodded; Dazai licked his lips before continuing, "Did you enjoy them~?" He gasped at Dazai's voice and his suggestion. Dazai wanted him to get all hot and bothered to Atsushi's body; to the brunettes new sub. Akutagawa had an inkling of what Dazai wanted to do now, but not the extent.
"You did, didn't you? Did you imagine you were fucking him? Or did he top you in your fantasies?" The ravenette refused to answer, "Oh, I see~" Dazai teased, "You didn't last long enough to figure that out. What did you think about then? Maybe your cock bouncing off his pretty little lips? Come over here and tell me, Slut." Aku moaned, blushing deeply as he turned around, walking to Dazai. The ravenette pressed himself up against the brunette, reaching his hands up to loosen the chains. He didn't give the brunette enough to escape, but he gave enough for Dazai to spin him around and pin him to the wall with a few feet of chain left on both sides. Aku let the older man slide his hands into his shirt, arching into his touch. He knew Dazai was waiting for him to speak,
"I-I imagined," he couldn't keep himself from panting as Dazai kissed along his neck where the collar used to be, "him playing with himself. He was sitting at an agency desk, stroking his cock to your digital scrapbook on a computer," he moaned loudly as Dazai pinched his nipple.
"And how would he have that, Slut?"
"I gave him a copy," Akutagawa admitted before continuing, "and then I came up behind him. He turned around and we kissed. I got onto his lap, then he slipped his hand into my pants and started jerking me off. I did the same with him," Dazai slipped his hand into the boy's pants, wrapping his fingers around the boy's erection and stroking it slowly,
"Like this~?" the ravenette nodded his head, trying not to moan. Dazai brought him close to the edge before asking his next question,
"Do you want to play with Atsushi?" Akutagawa came at the image, bucking into Dazai's hand while moaning his nickname for the white-haired male, Weretiger. Dazai pulled his hand out of Aku's pants and took a step back, raising his cum covered hand in the light. The younger male sunk to his knees, wrapping one hand around Dazai's wrist and holding the back of his hand with the other. He didn't hesitate to bury his face in the older man's hand, lapping up the cum from it enthusiastically. When there was nothing left to lick, Aku covered the hand with kisses, desperate to show his appreciation. Dazai cupped the ravenette's face and he stopped, gently running his thumb across his lips,
"Such a pretty boy," the brunette praised, "I shouldn't have left you here," Akutagawa gasped at the implication that Dazai cared about him; he had never gotten such a high praise from him before, "I won't be here for long, but I'll come back for you when I finish training Atsushi to be a good pet. It'll take some time for him to accept you as well." The ravenette bit his lip, trying not to whimper. Dazai ruffled the boy's hair, smiling gently at him,
"You'll help him with that adjustment, won't you?" Aku nodded, enjoying the attention,
"Good boy," the brunette praised, crouching down to Akutagawa's level, "now, who's your new dom?" The younger male tensed at the dark gleam in his eye more than the question itself; both were dangerous. He closed his eyes as the hand stilled in his hair,
"Don't you want to know Atsushi's pet name?" Akutagawa whimpered, shutting his eyes tightly. This wasn't fair. He wasn't planning on killing Atsushi over being a new sub; well, he might have if Dazai hadn't interfered, but Chuuya was a different case. Chuuya didn't deserve Dazai's rage over something like this,
"Is it Chuuya?" The ravenette's eyes shot open with shock; he tried not to give up any more reactions, but just the one seemed to be enough.
"Atsushi doesn't have a pet name yet," Dazai said as he leaned down a bit more, kissing Akutagawa deeply. The latter melted into the kiss as the former slowly brought them to the ground, stripping the boy beneath him. Aku blushed at the sweetness of it all; Dazai had never been this gentle before. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at once, attending to the most sensitive parts of the boy's body in ways he hadn't experienced before. Hands pushed up against the back of his thighs and Aku wrapped his legs around Dazai's waist. It was a hazy mess of quiet moans and elegant movements overlapping and blurring into each other, indistinguishable from one another.
The ravenette gasped, almost bending himself in half as the first finger was pushed inside of him. Dazai smiled, making eye contact as he kissed the boy's chest. His finger felt along the boy's inner walls, stopping only to press along a bundle of nerves inside of him. Aku could feel the heat rise inside of him as a second finger pressed inside of him. He was panting already; such gentle treatment only furthered his twisted idea that Dazai loved him and cared about him. The brunette continued gently rocking his fingers back and forth inside of the younger male, drinking in his reactions. It was adorable how something as simple as well placed caress or a gentle kiss was enough to get such a beautiful reaction from the boy.
Dazai left a trail of kisses up Akutagawa's chest, collar, neck, jaw, until he landed upon a pair of soft lips; slowly replacing his fingers inside of the younger male with his erection. He held still inside of the younger male as they continued to kiss, his hands traveling up the pale frame beneath him until their fingers were intertwined. The two separated, leaving a thin line of saliva between them. Dazai sat up, watching the boy's face as he began to move slowly inside of him. Aku shut his eyes tightly, moaning softly with each thrust. He was overstimulated with each movement building pleasure within him. Too much. It was too much. The boy whimpered, pushing back against Dazai's thrusts. The older man leaned down, nipping at the boy's ear,
"Pretty boy~" Akutagawa moaned loudly in response to the new nickname, "let me be gentle with you," Dazai kissed behind the boy's ear. He waited for the younger male to nod before he continued kissing down the boy's neck, one of his hands moving down as well to play with one of the ravenette's nipples. It didn't take long for Akutagawa to cum again with Dazai cumming soon after, filling the former to the brim. The ravenette looked up at the man on top of him through ready eyes, his mind flooded with mixed emotions. He was so happy, but upset for so many reasons and Chuuya was probably going to die now and- Dazai cut his thoughts off with another kiss as he brought the collar to the boy's neck, latching it into place.
"I love you," Dazai said quietly as he pulled away, wiping tears from the ravenette's face, "Don't take your collar off again, Akutagawa," his tone was harsh as he pulled out of the younger male. He stood, tidying up his clothes as the ravenette lay on the filthy ground in shock. Aku didn't move until he heard footsteps by top of the stairs; it took only a few quick seconds for him to get fully dressed. He wiped his eyes with his jacket sleeve and retreated to the shadows of the room as someone descended the stairs; he refused to be caught like this by anyone.
He saw a head of red hair standing in front of him and tried not to break down. Akutagawa rushed up the stairs as the redhead flew at Dazai. The ravenette didn't pay attention to the two men's dialogue, not that he heard it over the sound of his own heartbeat. He sprinted through the thankfully empty halls to his room, slamming and locking the door behind him. He gasped for air as his panic attack turned into a coughing fit, only comforted by two things: 1) Dazai loved him, 2) no one saw him- or so he thought.
Chuuya had noticed him standing in the shadows and he had heard long before that. Every blow he landed on the chained up brunette was justified. Every punch. Every kick. Every shout. Every time slam of Dazai's head back against the cement wall. He wouldn't let up until Dazai was dead; a promise he ended up breaking anyways at the words,
"You're going to let me go." A simple prediction, but a prediction nonetheless. Dazai's predictions were never wrong. He listened to the bullshit reasons he couldn't care less about for much too long.
"Cut the crap," he growled, slamming Dazai's head against the wall again. Chuuya was satisfied to find a blood dripping down Dazai's shoulders, "why should I let you live? After everything you did to Akutagawa, why should I let you live? Why the fuck should you get to live?!" Chuuya hit him with his ability, breaking the chains and cement wall but not excessively harming Dazai. Dazai snapped, letting the shackle cuffs fall,
"You don't want to hurt Akutagawa," the brunette answered simply, standing up straight and brushing his jacket off. He stretched a bit while the redhead froze in place,
"You can keep him for the time being, and even visit him occasionally when he needs you, but that's only if you do a few favors for me. I might even let you record him," Chuuya slapped Dazai, leaving claw marks across the brunette's face,
"Don't you dare talk about him like that!"
"Calm down. It's not like I'm prostituting him. I was going to kill his new dom before I saw how loyal he is to you. He'll need you eventually, and this way his needs will be provided for in the way he wants." Chuuya took a moment to breathe, as much as he hated to admit it, Akutagawa needed them both; at least until Chuuya undid the rest of Dazai's 'training.'
"And that makes you my bitch," Dazai teased as he walked out of the basement. He didn't need any confirmation, Chuuya was going to take the deal no matter what the terms were, so long as he was still in Akutagawa's life. The brunette smiled as he heard walls cracking in the basement. Today was a good day