Akutagawa woke up with a loud moan and a rough hand firmly stroking his cock. There was a warm body pressed against him from behind as he laid on his side. He turned his head; a gentle kiss pressed against his lips then words were whispered against them,
"Shhh, don't wake Atsushi before it's his turn." The ravenette nodded, biting his lip as Dazai let go of his erection and turned him onto his belly. The brunette slid down the bed, in between his legs. Aku blushed as more kisses landed on his thighs, trailing closer and closer to his- He covered his mouth with both of his hands and tried to hold his hips still as Dazai's tongue dragged across his entrance. The brunette groped the boy's ass with both hands, spreading him as he dove in.
Akutagawa shoved his face into a pillow as that hot, strange muscle lapped at his hole, shallowly prodding him. He pushed his rear against his boyfriend's face, unable to beg in any other way and keep quiet. Dazai understood. A tongue gently pushed inside of him, thrusting slowly at first then faster until he was lost in the sensation. He felt that amazing tongue roll inside of him and suddenly he was lying motionless in his own mess. The brunette kissed his left thigh before moving on to Atsushi.
The whitehaired male was lying on his back, making it easier for Dazai this time. It didn't take much for him to get in between the boy's legs and spread them; he managed to do it without waking him at all. Akutagawa turned onto his side, scooting closer to the younger male until they were less than a foot away from each other. He watched Atsushi moan in his sleep, brushing some stray hair out of his face as Dazai held onto the boy's thighs. His pretty gold eyes flew open as he arched off of the bed.
Atsushi looked around frantically before remembering where he was and relaxing into the sensation. The younger male turned his head, watching Akutagawa as he moaned and rutted against the brunette's tongue. The ravenette leaned in close, kissing all over the whitehaired male's face until he begged for a real kiss. Aku cupped his jaw, kissing him gently. The younger male melted into the kiss for a moment before suddenly breaking it, shoving Dazai away,
"St-Stop, I don't nngh~! wanna cum this wa-ahh~!" He kicked away from the brunette, blushing deeply all over. Dazai sat up, wiping his mouth off with a predatory expression. Both of his subs froze in place; this was the same expression Dazai wore when he would beat Akutagawa. The ravenette suddenly felt hot all over, his erection was already dripping and he hadn't even been touched; he would have came right then and there if it were aimed at him. Neither him nor Atsushi realized they were inching back until they were against the headboard,
"How would you like to cum, Pet?" Atsushi cowered behind Akutagawa, pulling him down to whisper in his ear. Dazai growled,
"I asked you, not Slut. I'm trying to play nice. Let me be nice." Atsushi trembled, hugging the ravenette's arm and partially hiding behind the older male's shoulder. Dazai slammed his hand next to Atsushi's head, making him flinch and trapping him against the headboard,
"If you don't tell me, I'll have to make assumptions. You remember the safeword, don't you?" The whitehaired boy swallowed thickly before nodding,
"I want you to be tied up and blindfolded for it. There was something specific Aku and I had planned for when you woke up, but we didn't get to because you got out of the handcuffs too early." The brunette's eyes narrowed as he considered this, letting the idea bounce around in his head,
"And you don't want to tell me what you're planning on doing beyond that?" Both boys shook their heads. Dazai sighed, letting his arm slide down the headboard,
"Have I mentioned how inconvenient it is that you two act in sync?" Atsushi deflated while Akutagawa took up a poker face, the former obviously expecting the brunette to turn it down and the latter knew better than to take the brunette's words for surface value, "let's set up some ground rules for this. First, nothing goes in my ass without my permission," the two subs looked at each other, making it clear through their surprisingly developed silent communication that neither had ever really thought of topping Dazai before, but now that the idea was out there… "Second, while I'm agreeing to this, I will still maintain control. I'll let you two do almost anything you want, but I expect both of you to follow at least three of my requests, if I choose to make any," they nodded, the ravenette shivered at the mental images that came with that rule, "Third, I get to tie up both of you next time~" both of them flushed a deep red from the neck up, Atsushi held tighter to Aku's arm. The ravenette gently nudged him loose before leaning away to dig a very distinct hollow ring out of the nightstand's top drawer. The brunette scoffed at it,
"How many toys did you bring, Slut?" He asked, glancing at the very full hunk of wooden furniture,
"All of them. There wasn't enough space in the closet so they're in here," the brunette kissed along Atsushi's neck from his collar to his jaw,
"Pet, have you ever used a vibrator before? Or any toy besides the one I bought for you?" The whitehaired male gasped softly, arching into Dazai's touch,
"H-How did you kn-know about that?" The poor boy was shaking as hands settled upon his hips,
"Answer me," he said gently, "and I'll tell you."
"No, not any actual t-toys at least," those eyes bore into him, inviting- no, expecting- him to continue. Words were a last resort, yet a necessary measure in a case such as this. Dazai moved away from the boy, bringing his own back against the headboard and locking the furthest handcuff around his wrist, leaving Atsushi to click the other one shut,
"That sounds like a story I would like to hear, At-su-shi-kun~" the boy visibly melted as Dazai said his name, nearly missing the blindfold Akutagawa handed him, "you don't seem to like your pet name nearly as much as that, so I think we'll have to change how these sessions work. And it seems to be the same with you too, Akutagawa-kun," the ravenette chewed his lip. He was sitting on his knees, gripping the sheets tightly between his legs, "I'm open to suggestions, though I will still occasionally use your pet names." They both nodded before continuing their preparations. The ravenette shyly inched his way over to Dazai, moving in between his legs and gently sliding the cockring onto the oldest male's erection. The brunette could see the temptation in those gray eyes and feel erratic breaths landing his legs. Akutagawa's restraint as he moved away surprised the older male, sitting up on his knees. A small smile tugged at Dazai's lips; it was just so sweet, both of his subs were gentle with him even while he was being punished. Atsushi crawled into the brunette's lap, leaning in close as he tied the blindfold on. Dazai kissed gently wherever his lips found skin, enjoying the soft sounds coming from the boy,
"So what did you use~?" He felt Atsushi tense on top of him and heard his soft gasp, he had no doubt the boy was blushing,
"I haven't masturbated a lot, maybe 8 times in my life, so I didn't have any set substitute. I've tried the handle of a hairbrush and an old soda bottle before… oh and one time one of the guys who passed through the orphanage fucked me-" Dazai's expression shifted to a dark one that would have chilled Atsushi to the bone if he had been looking at the brunette instead of the ceiling with his fingers curled on his chin, "-with a cucumber."
"Who?" Dazai growled possessively, sending a shiver up his spine, "what else did you do with him?"
"He was only there for a week, so that's it. We didn't even kiss. He walked in on me when I was three fingers deep in myself and he just happened to have come from the garden." Dazai was quickly giving in to his anger and jealousy; he would be balls deep in Atsushi fucking his rage out already if it were for those damn handcuffs. He wanted to fuck the boy mindless.
"What was his name?" The brunette's voice was deceptively calm to someone who hadn't known him while he was in the mafia,
"I wonder what you would do for that information?" Atsushi teased, watching for a reaction. He was enjoying this a little too much. His dark side was showing with a single, unspoken question: How does it feel, knowing I had something before you?
"We're going to play a game, Dazai-san~" Atsushi continued with an extra cheery tone, "me and Aku are going to do different things to you, and you have to guess who's doing what to you. If you get three guesses right, we'll set you free. However, if you get two wrong in a row, we'll leave you here until dinner time,"
"Maybe longer~" Akutagawa chimed in as the two shifted around on the bed, making sure the brunette couldn't keep track of which one was where. He heard plastic grinding against plastic and an object vibrating. Dazai groaned softly as the hard plastic pressed loosely against his thigh, dragging up slowly. Lips kissed up his neck with the occasional tongue coming out to taste his skin. The toy was slowly trailing upwards, but not quite touching anything fun yet. Teeth nipped at his ear and Dazai suddenly knew,
"Atsushi, are you going to let Slut do all the work~?" Akutagawa gasped at the nickname, most likely arching based on how the toy jerked across his leg. Dazai smirked,
"Do you like watching him like this?" Atsushi tsked, pulling Akutagawa off the bed as they switched up. The next time the brunette felt something, it was two mouths; one kissing along his right shoulder and the other, his left thigh. They bit down on him in sync and sucked hickeys into his skin. A hand squeezed his right thigh as another began to play with his left nipple. Shy fingers danced across his six-pack,
"Are you admiring my abs, Akutagawa-kun~? And you said nipple play was "weird" if I'm not mistaken, Atsushi~" the whitehaired boy growled by Dazai's shoulder,
"One more time." He spat out as he yanked Akutagawa off of the bed,
"If this is about me cheating on you with Akutagawa, I'm sorry Atsushi. It was wrong to have sex with him before he was part of our relationship, even if I knew you would accept him."
"How would you know that?!" He snapped at the older male. Dazai knew he was crying and Aku was holding him close, his hugged close into the ravenette's chest with a pale hand petting through frizzed up white hair. The tiger was out just as push as the man, stripes painting over skin, feline ears pressed flat on top of his head, tail straight down towards the ground,
"You wanted to try one more thing?" The brunette's tone was gentle, comforting to the whitehaired male. He took a moment to compose himself,
"Aku and I are going to take turns riding you. You're going to wear headphones during it so you can't tell us apart by sound."
"Since this would total out to be five guesses, if you get it right both times, you'll get either one day to fuck both of us, or one day for each of us where you'll be allowed to cum. There probably won't be any other exceptions before the month is over." Akutagawa continued. Dazai knew exactly why this was happening. He really must have messed up to make Atsushi feel insecure; Akutagawa was always desperate for his approval, but Atsushi was different. He remembered the boy he found in an alleyway, so suspicious of everything and guarded; ready to fight the second anyone got too close. Dazai hadn't given him a reason to act like that several months ago, but now he couldn't trust him. That's why he was here. That's why Atsushi could only trust him when he was tied up like this. That's why he was being so distant. He cheated; he ripped up the foundation of their relationship, and it was his job to repair it.
"Let me out of these, just for a few minutes, then we can continue with the 'game'." After a moment of what was most likely a silent debate, two weights settled on the mattress; one at the foot of the bed on his left side, and the other next to him, unlocking the handcuffs. Dazai pulled the blindfold down, letting it hang around his neck. He ruffled Akutagawa's black hair as an unspoked show of gratitude and affection as he observed the youngest male sitting with his head in his hands. Dazai slipped off the bed, slowly standing. He walked around to where Atsushi sat at the edge of the mattress. Dazai was almost too gentle as he tilted the boy's head back by his chin and kissed him deeply, wiping away the tears that had started to flow freely from his eyes. The brunette slowly pushed the younger male down into the bed, sliding his hand down to the boy's neck and placing his other hand on his pale and scarred side. He pulled away gently after a few minutes, once the boy's tears had dried up,
"Atsushi, I still love you," he said quietly, barely above a whisper. The younger male chewed on his lip, "You don't have to say it back. I love you, and that's not going to change." He could see the insecurity in those yellow eyes, and in gray eyes as well, "I love you and Akutagawa equally." Atsushi kicked him hard in the stomach, trying to push him away. Dazai pinned him down, kissing him slowly and lovingly, even as Atsushi continued to hurt him. Eventually, Atsushi melted into the kiss and Dazai relaxed his grip, lacing his fingers with Atsushi's. When he pulled away this time, it was for a different reason,
"Do you want me to stretch you before you tie me up again and ride me?" Atsushi nodded, Dazai rolled off of him and sat up on the edge of the bed. The whitehaired boy was blushing a dark red as he crawled across Dazai's lap, pressing his face into the sheets and raising his ass up slightly. His tail swished with anticipation as one hand settled on his back, the other on the back of his thigh. He felt Dazai shift beneath him, then teeth nipping at his furry tiger ears. He whined quietly at the sensation before two fingers entered him, scissoring after a moment. It didn't take much of this to turn the boy into an incoherent, tense blob. By the time he added a third finger, Atsushi's tail was wrapped around his arm and his cock was leaking with precum,
"Do you want to cum, Tiger~?" He asked, scraping his teeth against his soft ear. The boy shook his head, blushing deeply,
"N-Not yet," he panted, feeling himself tighten around the older man.
"I need you to let go," his claws dug into the beg, claws ripping up the sheets as he tried for several minutes to control the tiger side. Atsushi seemed to be losing until Dazai activated his ability, turning the boy human once again.
"Are you okay?" The whitehaired boy nodded slowly. He was definitely lying; his tiger only had control like that when he was overwhelmed by his emotions. Dazai knew he was lying, "Let me know if you need to stop at any time," he said quietly, ruffling his hair a little as the boy sat up. He nodded before finally speaking,
"I think it's time for you to be tied up again," he said quietly, taking Dazai's cockring off. Akutagawa glared at the youngest male until the brunette brought him in for a sweet kiss,
"Be patient," he reminded the ravenette gently, "he's still adjusting." He whispered against the younger male's soft lips. Insecurity and jealousy filled up those stone colored eyes; Aku scoffed as he pulled away. He stood up, digging around in the nightstand opposite to the one that was filled with toys. He pulled out his oversized coat and slipped it on, leaving the room without a word. Atsushi tried to follow, only for rashomon to lash out at him, slicing through the wall but the door frame. The boy yelped as he ducked, still not quite used to combat. Dazai's eyes narrowed, his mafia persona just barely surfacing.
"Atsushi, wait in here for a few minutes." The brunette said, appearing behind the youngest male in the doorway.
"No. He's my boyfriend too." Atsushi argued stubbornly, taking just a few steps out of the room before Dazai grabbed him by the arm and yanked him back into the room.
"First position." Atsushi fell to his knees, his tiger quickly taking him over, "kneel and stay," his body lurched forward, his nose touched the ground with how low he was bowing. His claws dug into his knees, his tail was curled underneath his body and his ears were pressed against his head. He could feel stripes just barely painting his face and body, but no fur covered his pale skin.
"I'll be back. If I take longer than half an hour, then you can move." The tiger in him growled without Atsushi's consent. It was strange; he was there, but it was like he was a visitor in his own body. Unable to move on his own, his tiger was holding him hostage.
"Atsushi, I don't know if you can hear me in there, but I will be back for you. I'm sorry." The tiger growled again, trailing off into a high pitched yowl as it spread his legs slightly. The brunette sighed,
"Okay, okay. Wait a minute, Tiger." Atsushi could hear Dazai walk further into the room and dig around in a drawer, then back behind him. He felt the older man tug at his tail gently until his tiger lifted it high into the air, then something small and cold pushing into him. He inwardly choked on a deep moan while the tiger mewled; it was probably the size of a quail egg pressing against his prostate, but it had a strange plastic string attached to that Dazai had left hanging out of him. He felt a small tug on the string to test the security, then heard tape being ripped off of the roll. There was a weird piece of hard plastic pressing against his thigh, then it was taped in place. A gentle kiss was pressed against his left cheek, right near his eye before a button was clicked and both Atsushi and the tiger collapsed on the floor under the intensity of the sensation.
"Don't take the toy out before I get back." The brunette ordered as he stood,
"Atsushi, if you end up gaining control over Tiger, I want you to stay in this room. You can entertain yourself with any toy you want, and the digital scrapbooks." The whitehaired boy fought against the tiger for some leverage, just enough power to speak over his captor. The tiger growled, Atsushi dug its claws further into his knees, trying desperately to break through so he could say those two magical words he should have screamed days ago,
"Fuck you!" he spat at the brunette, nearly choking on the words as they ripped out of the tiger's throat. Dazai stopped halfway through the door frame, midstep in fact with his hand on the darkly painted wood. He turned around with a small smile. Crouching down, he lifted the boy's chin and kissed him deeply. When he pulled away, the tiger chased the kiss, breaking position. The older man glared as the tiger draped itself over him, pulling him close while releasing needy mewls.
"Get on the bed." the tiger froze for a moment to process before sprinting to the bed. Dazai continued to glare as he pulled out a collar and wrapped it around his neck; pale skin blending in with the shallow gold and black, and suddenly Atsushi knew this was no ordinary collar. The tiger rested in second position, lying on his back with his knees on either side of his chest and legs spread as wide as they could like this. A small remote was pushed into the tiger's right paw, the left gently pulling the brunette close as he reached across his body. Dazai sighed, leaning in close. He bit the tiger's neck roughly, thin skin rubbing between blunt teeth as the tiger went still and silent. Atsushi's thoughts fell silent within his and the tiger's body as the brunette kept his teeth in place, not even noticing as Akutagawa's nipple clamps were snapped into place and clipped tightly to his collar. Dazai let go a moment or two later to turn up the vibration, throwing both Atsushi and the tiger into an intense orgasm that turned the world white and silent; erasing everything except the sensation. Claws curled forward until paws were balls of white fur, electricity ran up through his neck and down his body. Metal tugged on his chest as his back was thrown forward into an arch away from the shock and the shock grew stronger with each fast, rhythmed buzz of the vibrator in his ass.
Atsushi could feel his tears and whimpering as the tiger faded in and out. This was so strange to him; Dazai had chosen to hurt him, but he wasn't exactly a stranger to pain. What struck him as strange was being able to feel the tiger in such an intimate way. It was like this was happening to him twice at the same time; every shock that raced through his body, every press of hard plastic inside of him, every tug on his nipples that made him both cringe and internally beg for more- he and the tiger couldn't agree on every sensation after all- he felt it twice. There was something poetic about separating pieces of himself until he couldn't recognize the other, yet still being able to feel what the other could. He wondered in his mostly thoughtless void of a mind, whether the tiger felt the same.