"I'm not going to fuck you tonight, Akutagawa." He was really desperate to track Chuuya through his phone and show up at one of his apartments. He let the ravenette inside anyways; if he didn't keep an eye on him, he would end up at a gloryhole. Akutagawa began stripping anyways; Chuuya grabbed his wrists, stopping him.
"I'm not going to fuck you tonight, and you're not going to touch yourself. We've been working on this; you're going to last the entire night without it, one way or another." Akutagawa couldn't even pretend to be angry; this is what Chuuya was helping him with all those times. He needed to undo some of Dazai's training; he needed to be able to go a night without being fucked by someone or something. But that didn't mean he was comfortable like this,
"At least let me get this thing off my neck, and the tailcoat. They're not meant to be worn for long." Chuuya stripped him of just the white frill and tailcoat, letting them slide down to the floor. The ravenette almost looked normal like this; he felt his lust for the younger male rising inside, but he wasn't a damn teenager anymore. He didn't need to fuck everytime something got him going. Chuuya didn't really bother with him after that; he pushed the ravenette in the general direction of the couch, put on a movie, and fucked off to get his wine. His working theory was that if he was enough of an asshole tonight, but not too much of an asshole, Akutagawa wouldn't get into the mood.
Dazai had been an absolute douchebag 88% of the time and Aku had not only found that attractive, but fell in love with it. Dazai was sweet on him the other 1% of the time, when he wasn't avoiding the boy 11% of the time. Yes, he actually made a pie chart for this math years ago to get it through the boy's thick skull that Dazai didn't care, and three simple words and gentle sex in the grossest place on Earth had been enough to undo it.
He plopped down on the couch with a twist off bottle, not bothering to get a glass. This wasn't a one-glass-of-wine type of night for him as it was; he should've grabbed two before sitting down. The redhead flicked the lid off, letting it fly out onto the floor and took a big swig; it was the cheap stuff anyways. A three dollar bottle was not meant to be appreciated. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He had half a mind to suck in a pack of smokes, but he was laying off of them a little bit. They didn't taste good anymore, but then again, just one wouldn't be terrible right now. He held to his lips between his gloved pointer and index fingers, crossing his arms over his chest. His leg couldn't stop shaking.
Chuuya could feel the younger male watching him through his peripheral. He could sense the boy's emotions and his anxiety. He could almost hear his thoughts. Did I do something wrong? Why is he so angry? He needs to punish me. I did something wrong. I need to be punished. Chuuya could hear him squirming in place. He doesn't want to punish me. It's been too long for him too. He needs me as much as I need him. Akutagawa was on the edge of begging; he could tell. Fucking dammit. This is the bullshit Dazai taught him. This is the bullshit that Chuuya couldn't stand. He was a feisty piece of work before Dazai trained him to be submissive, and now he couldn't separate emotions from sex or spend a night without a dick of some kind up his ass.
"Stop squirming. Just watch the movie." He growled, that simple command was enough to make him blush. The ravenette grabbed a blanket that was hanging over the side of the couch, pulling it over himself as he curled up on a single cushion. He was a hand taller than Chuuya, but still managed to make himself look so small. He didn't trust the younger male though,
"Keep your hands above the blanket." Akutagawa nodded. He was being so obedient that Chuuya's inner dom wanted to reward him, but he wasn't about to take advantage of him like that tonight. He hated everything about this. He couldn't be nice to him because that would turn him on. He couldn't kick him out because that would set him up to be on the working end of a brothel. He couldn't be too much of a dickwad because that could be enough to get him off, depending on how far he went with it. The ravenette loved Dazai for who he was at the time, and for who he apparently continues to be, with a little less of a mean streak. Crime and murder streak. It was the same difference anyways. His leg started bouncing faster; Chuuya needed to change his focus.
He could see the ravenette watching him again, though this time it was much more obvious. Akutagawa could have at least pretended to look at the TV, but no, he was straight up staring at the redhead. He was being awfully quiet, undoubtedly trying to get a feel for the older male's mood, and wasn't that obvious enough? Chuuya was agitated. He didn't plan for this shit to happen tonight, and he would be more than happy to fuck the damn goth wannabe into oblivion, but now wasn't the time for that either. He only started the weaning tonight because he knew he was agitated, and if they did anything, he would only take his frustrations out on the boy when they weren't deserved. Akutagawa swallowed before testing his voice,
"I can come back some other time," he suggested, sitting up in his seat. He froze mid-movement as Chuuya released a low growl. A hot, red blush crept up the boy's neck. Fuck, it was like walking on eggshells trying to be within 20 feet of the horny fuck and not turn him on this late at night. Damn Dazai's punctuality and regularity; his schedules and training were to blame for this. He couldn't even sit down and enjoy a movie with the boy he liked without Dazai's influence ruining it. This was fucking awkward, and it would either be awkward or a fuckfest with nothing in between. Chuuya looked away,
"Don't you fucking dare." Akutagawa couldn't help but shiver at Chuuya's gravelly voice; it was so deep, and sexy. The ravenette tried hard not to squirm, but he needed the friction. Chuuya sighed, not noticing the boy's hands slipping under the blanket,
"Look, I know this is awkward, but it's an important and necessary step in undoing Dazai's training. It won't be so bad once you get through the first night." He didn't realize Akutagawa was rubbing himself through his pants instead of listening. Chuuya was about to continue his lecture, only to be cut off by the sound of a zipper. The ravenette froze as the redhead slowly turned his head, glaring at the younger male,
"Get your hands out of your pants before I throw you out the fucking window." He brought his hands out quickly, laying them on top of the blanket. He chewed on his lip, mentally preparing for anything that might come next. Chuuya couldn't beat him for it, or punish him in any fun ways. This was new territory,
"Next time you try anything like that, I'm going to tie you up and leave you here for a week." But even that wasn't enough to keep the ravenette from getting rubbed where he needed it. So now he hung from the ceiling by his wrists, a spreader bar over his clothes keeping his legs wide apart; and, for the crime of acting like a horny teen, he had a gag shoved in his mouth to silence the begging. Chuuya originally put him in a pair of handcuffs behind his back, but that was a rookie mistake. Honestly it was annoying how crafty he could be when it came to getting off; he could squirm his way into an orgasm if hands weren't an option. It had already been two days and, while he didn't plan on keeping the boy for this even this long, he didn't know what the future had in store.