Put it on."
Chuuya bit his lip, staring at the white fabric. He ran his fingers down the length of it while Dazai held it for him.
"Why?" The fabric felt nice, sure, and it actually wasn't too bad. He was expecting pink with beads and glitter. This was white and short with a little bit of a dip in the top, but nothing dramatic.
But he had to go out in public like this? Be paraded around?
He supposed it could have been worse…at first glance, he had been confused as a female. It was the hair...and the legs.
"Fine…"
Dazai helped him out of his coat, touching his chin and making the smaller man look up at him. "It'll be okay. I won't make fun of you, much."
He relaxed a little more and nodded, closing his eyes and shuddering as Dazai took his shirt off.
"Oh, Chuuya…"

Chuuya snapped back to the present, Mori's hand on his wrist.
"Oh, Chuuya. You are my favorite."
He gripped his chin, smiling. The door to his "office" was shut, which was almost never good. And his desk was clear, except his phone, a bottle of lotion, and a long leather leash.
"Be a good dog, Chuuya…"
He shivered as the taller man pulled him over to the desk, setting him in his lap as Mori sat down.
"There's a good boy."
"I'm a good dog, Mori..You don't have to-"
His hair was pulled roughly then, once, and wound around his hand.
"Shut up. You were not spoken to."
Chuuya bit his lip so hard, blood filled his mouth through a small cut. Mori fussed with their belts, cursing loudly. He chased the flashback of him and Dazai, begging for his mind to take him away from this moment.
His mind was most inclined.

Dazai held up the bra.
"That is not in the plan," Chuuya protested, crossing his arms and scowling. "I don't even have boobs."
Dazai chuckled softly, and Chuuya shivered when he reached out and rubbed his chest, running circles over the darker skin.
"It's not to further humiliate you. It's to keep your nipples from showing."
"Is that why girls wear them?"
"Well, sure. That and support. And it looks nicer. I know that you value appearance."
Chuuya sighed and nodded, turning and gasping as the cold fabric was strapped against his skin. "Didn't you dry it?!"
"You're not supposed to dry them."
"I'm concerned that you know that."
Concern left him as Dazai kissed his neck and he leaned back into him.
"Mm…"

He stiffened when he felt Mori pull his slacks down, stopped breathing when he felt his hands on his thighs, going up.
Soft. There hadn't been a knife or gun in his palms for years by the feel. And Chuuya handled one almost every day.
It wasn't fair…
"Relax."
Chuuya tried. He tried sagging into his grip, but he still flinched and squirmed and gasped at all the invasive touches.
Mori sat forward, dumping Chuuya onto his desk on his belly. Chuuya turned his head and watched Mori pump lotion onto his hand.
When he sat back, Chuuya was made to lay there.
He squeezed his eyes shut and felt his hat slide off his head.
It fell to the ground and stayed there.

Dazai placed Chuuya's hat on his head lightly, as though it was a crown. "Tada!"
It wasn't ideal. If Chuuya had his way, he wouldn't have worn the hat at all, but Dazai knew him too much.
He would feel exposed without it.
"You look good."
"I look like a clown."
"A pretty clown."
Chuuya snorted and rolled his eyes, stepping into his normal shoes.
"Ah ah ah," Dazai said. He held out heels and smiled.
"Noooo, Dazai! I'll die!"
"I'll support you."
Chuuya eyed them before sighing and nodding.
When he was all dolled up, Dazai let him look in the mirror.
Chuuya supposed it could be worse.
None of Chuuya's friends were invited and it was a one time only thing. It could not even be brought up again by anyone besides Chuuya or Dazai, and his reputation would remain clean…
Why?
Because of a fucking bet!
"Ready?" Even Dazai was suited up, all pretty and nice. The only thing that diminished it were the bandages on his face.
"Yeah."

It didn't take much for Mori to slide into him. The combination of the familiar stretch and the lotion helped of course, but even though it didn't hurt as much as it used to, Chuuya still cried out into his gloved hands.
"I want to hear you scream," Mori growled and he grabbed his wrists, twisting his arms behind his back as he rutted into him, tearing Chuuya from any AU he could fabricate and making him accept this punishment.
Why?
Because Mori could, and he did.

Dazai held him up. Chuuya's ankles were definitely not suited for this.
Thank goodness he was male.
Dazai set him on a bench and produced a camera.
Chuuya crossed his arms and growled. "No, Dazai! I want no evidence of this night!"
"It will just be for me, Chuuya. So I can remember it better. Smile!"
Chuuya, that time, did not obey. He glared into the lens, arms crossed and eyebrows knit. This very same picture was developed in private. No other eye besides Dazai ever viewed it. It was tucked in his inside jacket pocket, pulled out on cold, smile-less nights…and it helped Dazai through leaving the Mafia.
"Okay, partypooper, let's go."
The night went exactly to plan. They, Chuuya, Dazai, and Dazai's friends, drank till the tenders could serve them no more. Dazai bought all the food and drink they could stomach, and then passed around a contract.
"We understand that should any of us breathe a word about this night, we will be executed swiftly by Dazai's hand".
At midnight, Chuuya was returned home, giddy and drunk.
"Come inside!"
But Dazai was hesitant, expressionless, and not at all the man Chuuya left with.
"I'd rather not."
"I need someone to get me out of this damn contraption."
"Okay."

Mori finished inside him, withdrawing and securing the leash on Chuuya's collar.
"Let me go…no more."
"We'll get cleaned up and then one last game. Then I believe you have a mission."
"No…please…"
"Come along now."
In the shower, there was more touching, nuzzling, forced kissing and another forced entry before Chuuya found himself under Mori's desk, working the man's member with hands and mouth while he worked.
"There's a good dog…good boy."
Every once in a while, Mori reached down and stroked his head, pulled his hair, and forced Chuuya to take what he wanted him to.

Chuuya slept anxiously that night, free from the dress and bundled into his sheets. He tossed and turned, then sat up when an explosion sounded outside. He rushed to the window and stared at what remained of his car.
"Fuck!"
He pulled on his coat and ran out, stopping and staring in horror.
Who could have done this? One of his targets? Former targets?
Chuuya went to bed nervous, Mori soothing him over the phone.
The next day, Dazai was reported missing.
And with the Agency.
Chuuya was then seen as a possible traitor.
He worked his ass off to get to where he was…
In Dazai's former chair.

Mori gave him one last kiss, wiping seed off his chin.
"Good boy…"
Chuuya pulled his slacks back on, bent down to get his hat. He placed it on his head and walked out.
"Tell me how the mission goes!"
"Yes…boss…"