Chuuya walked down the streets on his patrol, enjoying the breeze teasing his hair back and caressing his exposed skin with gentle invisible hands. He was keeping his eyes out for a few Agency members who were also patrolling their own territory. In reality, Chuuya was just looking for an excuse to fight.
Most of the time, the territory line was blurry and not at all concrete. There was a neutral coffee shop Chuuya loved, and had seen the Agency stop by as well. They had to be friendly there, despite the way the members made Chuuya's teeth bare in a snarling smile that promised if they fought first, he'd finish it.
He could recognize a few of them just by sight. He could identify them and rattle off their ability as well. He had fought with them a few times and was intimately familiar with their various fighting styles. He could take them all on and beat them into the ground before anyone blinked.
The only one that had been able to stop him was his former beloved. He thought about her as he walked, his heart feeling like a stone as the thoughts turned sour.
She had left him to run off...somewhere. She had left him in the Mafia after telling him that they would be lovers forever.
He frowned and he sighed softly, using his ability to walk up the side of a building to sit on the roof and stargaze, wondering if she saw the same stars he did and thought of him the way he thought about her. Did she regret leaving him? Did she wish she could come back? Chuuya would do anything to bring her back, take all the anger towards her onto his own shoulders.
If she came back. He hadn't seen her at all since she left, which made him anxious to go on as many patrols as he could so he could get a glimpse of her again, smell her perfume, and feel her soft hair.
It had been two years since she left, almost to the day, but he still held out hope that she was around somewhere, looking for him as well and wanting to come back and plant herself in his arms.
He hadn't liked her at first, snarky and irritating as she moved through the world believing herself almost immortal, since nobody even herself could give her the painless release of death she craved. She had even drug him into the Mafia to be with her, smirking down at him as he held his bleeding side, taunting him with the lives of his friends (the very ones to stab him) that he still had cared for...before revealing she wasn't going to harm them anyway and she just wanted Chuuya in the Mafia.
Chuuya first started falling for her when she was in the garage, doing an oil change on one black SUV, her legs sticking out from under the car while she easily chatted with Oda. He had watched the older man teach her, laying beside her on the dirty ground as they laughed loudly.
She had pulled her knees up while Oda had left her to fetch a tool, getting comfortable under the car. She noticed Chuuya when he knelt to see her and she giggled at him, showing him her dirty fingers and reaching to smudge the oil and dirt onto his nose.
Chuuya had let her, rolling his eyes and touching her knee to get up again to clean his face. She had grabbed his hand, whining for him not to go. So he stayed, leaving his hand on her knee and listening to her talk him through an oil change. He eventually shed his shirt and joined her under the car, watching her tap the various components before twisting off the old filter and laughing as oil poured down between their hands into the waiting pan between their heads...and Chuuya had to grab her hand to keep her from dropping the filter.
He shook his head, frowning as he chased the memory away. He had stopped kicking his legs, his shoulders dropping as he stared down at his thighs. God, he missed her...where did she go?
He lifted his eyes in time to see an Agency member walking with someone new. He didn't recognize the man in a long beige coat, the sleeves rolled up to show bandages similar to the ones that his love had worn. The agent he was walking with was the blond with the infernal notebook he could use to summon anything he pleased. Chuuya tilted his head, floating himself down into the alley as they walked by. He stared at the men, scowling at the tall one with the coat, the new agent he didn't know...
"And that's as far as we go." The blond seemed irritated with the man, tilting his head. "Did you catch any of that?"
"Of course I did, Kunikida." He chuckled softly, closing his eyes. "I understand that you're a complete virgin. Poor thing. Have you never walked with a handsome man before?"
"I already don't like this," Kunikida sighed. "I don't understand why Fukuzawa thinks we'll work well together."
"Because I can probably help you remove the stick out of your ass." The man looked around slowly, his eyes landing on a restaurant. "We're done, right?"
"Yes. God, yes, we're done. Let's walk back to the apartments."
The man waved Kunikida away, chuckling. "It's okay. I can find my way back. But thank you though!" He smiled at him. "I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Yeah. Just be careful. This is neutral ground, but that doesn't mean some Mafioso won't start shit."
"I can handle myself," the man promised, touching Kunikida's arm as he walked towards the restaurant. "Thanks again, Kunikida!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
Chuuya frowned as he watched Kunikida leave, turning his attention towards the man as he walked towards the restaurant. There was something about him, the way he walked, moved, talked...that was familiar. He scurried up the wall of the restaurant, perching himself so he could watch for the man when he came back. He was still trying to place the man's stupid face when he came back out with a bag in his hand.
Chuuya followed him on the roofs, dropping down behind hm when the man ducked down an alley to cut through back towards Agency territory and their headquarters. He shouldn't have followed him as far as he did, but Chuuya needed to see him closer. He'd deal with the consequences later, fight this man and figure out his ability and report it back to Mori if he had to.
The man stopped walking, turning around and blinking at Chuuya before his eyes widened. "Oh shit..."
"Oh shit is right." Chuuya laughed as he stepped forward. "We're still on neutral territory, don't you worry, but I haven't seen you around...and I figured we might as well meet properly. I wonder if you're anything like that annoying fucking blond."
"I don't think that's really necessary," the man said as he backed up. He was holding the bag of food closer, but Chuuya closed the distance further. "You could get in trouble, you know? If you fight an agent on neutral territory." He turned his head away, trying to hide his face from Chuuya.
It was dark in the alley, and Chuuya couldn't see his face clearly. He smirked, intending to use his ability to help push him into the wall and really let the man know who exactly he was dealing with. He was nervous? He had no idea what Chuuya was capable of...
Chuuya reached out, his hand glowing as his ability flooded his hand. He went to drive the man into the brick wall to their left.
Instead, the man backed into the wall. His shoulders dropped. The bag fell out of his hands, his arms limp at his sides. He stared right down at the ground, ignoring Chuuya. His bandaged arms went around his waist to hug himself.
Chuuya stared at his gloved hand, his eyes widening. He had sent enough of his ability to embed the man...and it was like he just nudged him aside. "What the fuck? Nobody can escape gravity."
Nobody. In all of his years, nobody had been able to cancel his ability.
Nobody except-
Chuuya stared at the man, his eyes widening. "What the hell is going on?"
"Just let me go, please."
"No." Chuuya grabbed the man's arm, tugging him towards the light. "Nonono."
It couldn't be!
He planted the man on his ass on the sidewalk under the streetlight, grabbing him by his throat and tilting his head up forcefully. He stared into his eyes, scowling down at him before his heart flipped and a knot formed in his guts.
The man stared up at him, letting himself get manhandled by the shorter man. The beautiful eyes that Chuuya had stared into after every mission and found his home...were in this man's face, blinking slowly up at him as they both waited for the other to say something...
"What the fuck?" Chuuya pulled away from the man, his eyes wide and staying on the man. "What the actual fuck? Who the hell are you?"
"Nobody, really. I promise. Sorry to be out so late, I'll just go." The man was standing, dusting himself off and moving towards the bag he had dropped.
Chuuya followed him, frowning. "Where do you think you're going? We're not done. Come back here."
"I think we are, actually." He collected his bag, sighing. He didn't turn to him. "Please don't do this."
"Do what? Huh? Do what?" Chuuya poked him in the back hard. "Look at me again. What's your fucking name?"
The man turned to him, sighing down at him and he smiled a little. "It's not important."
Chuuya shoved the man backwards, his eyes wide. "No! No! No!"
The man walked backwards easily, watching each time as Chuuya's ability was canceled out. He let his bag drop again, blocking each of Chuuya's punches as they came. He kept his hands on Chuuya's fists, forcing them down. "Are you done, Chuuya? This is getting annoying. And I'm getting hungry"
"You don't know me. How do you know my name?" Chuuya shook his head firmly, unwilling to believe it. "No way you know me."
"I remember you very well." The man took Chuuya's cheek into his hand, stroking his thumb under his eye before he sighed and pulled away. "Just go home, Chuuya. Forget about all this."
"I can't."
"Yes you can. I abandoned you."
"Dazai." Chuuya grabbed his wrist. "Don't..."
Dazai laughed, shaking his head. "I'm your enemy now, Chuuya. Now you can kick my ass every day of the week without getting scolded. Isn't this what you wanted? You hated me before. I know you can hate me again."
"I can't."
"Yes you can." Dazai pushed him back by his chest, Chuuya's fingers dropping away from his wrist as he stared at the hand. "And you'll fight me again when you see me. Okay?"
"I won't."
"Then I'll kick your ass."
Chuuya closed his eyes slowly, shaking his head and sighing. "I think about you all the time."
"That's not me anymore, Chuuya." Dazai tilted his head slowly, but all it did was stir up more memories of his beloved teasing him and appearing absolutely bewildered when it struck a nerve. "Just move on."
Chuuya watched Dazai leave, staring at his back and sighing softly. "I can't..." He closed his eyes, turning his head away. He curled his hands into fists, shouting at his back. "If you walk away, I'll make you my enemy! You don't want that, Dazai!"
Dazai didn't look back. He kept walking.
"I hate you!"
Not even that turned Dazai back around. Chuuya was left to stand there, his anger, confusion, and hurt warring in his chest. His feet seemed heavier, and not because of his ability, as he turned away next and walked towards the Mafia again. He stared down at his hands, his vision going blurry for just a moment before he blinked and it was gone.
He sank into his bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering...what the hell happened. He couldn't reconcile the warring images of Dazai in his head.
His Dazai was quick to pull a gun, quicker to aim it at her own head so long as none of her subordinates or "friends" were in danger. If her life was in danger, so what? At least in the end, she would be dead. It bothered Oda the most, who only indulged her in her suicidal fantasies as long as danger wasn't immenent and she was relatively safe. She beat Akutagawa to Hell and back, using him close to a punching bag at times under the guise of "training his ability" and "improving" him, forcing an ability to defend its user instead of only being used to create bloodbaths.
This new Dazai had ditched her black clothes and settled for a very...bland appearance, though his eyes still glittered in the way that Chuuya had grown fond of. Other than his eyes and bandages, everything about her was changed...and it made Chuuya's head and something further south throb in a battle of this is my enemy and this was my lover.
He flexed his fingers slowly before groaning and laying his hands on his stomach. "What the fuck..."
Why did she leave the Mafia? Why did she leave him behind and join the Agency of all places? Without even a proper goodbye, either...
He snorted softly, rolling onto his stomach and reaching for the phone he had thrown onto his pillow to find pictures he had saved of his love to retrain his brain.
But this new Dazai invaded him, making the pictures unrecognizable.
He had to see him again. He sat up quickly, dropping his phone and trying to blot that thought out immediately after having it.
He didn't need to do anything. He wasn't going to chase him anymore. He left him.
Osamu Dazai was his enemy now. Not his girlfriend, not his friend, not even a bed-warmer he could convince down onto his dick. His enemy.
And just because he changed everything about him didn't mean he got a free pass for future fights. Chuuya still remembered their history just fine if Dazai didn't want to acknowledge it.
Chuuya opened his eyes, not realizing he had fallen asleep after all last night. His mouth felt stuffed with cotton, blinking defiantly at the sun streaming in through his window and brightening the interior of his apartment. He pulled the blanket over his head, trying to block out the sun. He didn't want anything to do with today, especially now that he knew where his beloved had run off to.
He pulled his phone out from under his pillow when it started to ring. He answered it, not caring how tired he probably sounded or who exactly was calling. Mori's voice filtering into his ear triggered his brain and body into action.
I need you to get down to the port right now. Some Agency members are there fucking with our shipment and you're the closest one. Akutagawa is being overwhelmed.
Chuuya didn't grab his coat. He only shoved his feet back into his boots and held his hat to his head as he ran up the top of the apartment building to his roof. He jumped from building to building, annoyed. Why in the hell was the Agency fucking around and finding out?
He ran as fast as he could towards the port, hearing gunfire and people shouting. He scanned the chaos below him, his eyes narrowing when he saw Dazai leading Akutagawa into a warehouse, taunting him the whole time.
Akutagawa also seemed to recognize his previous handler, the same brown eyes that bore into him while he had shot bullets at him, the same face that encouraged him to be the rabid dog he was today, labeled an Agent now and now Akutagawa's and the Mafia's enemy...but then why did his heart jump into his throat when he saw him? Something else jumped, but Chuuya was determined not to think with his dick today.
Chuuya floated down to the ground, adjusting his gloves. "Akutagawa! Don't be so selfish!"
Dazai's cheery, happy smirk was washed away as brown eyes met blue. Chuuya tilted his head, chuckling as Akutagawa backed away from Dazai. He replaced his subordinate in the warehouse doorway, touching his chin.
"Go play with the other Agents, dog...this one's mine." He watched Akutagawa's desire to listen to Chuuya and confront Dazai warred in his grey eyes. "Listen to me well and I'll even reward you tonight with a treat." He smiled as Akutagawa rejoined the fight. He turned his attention back to Dazai, all gentleness gone.
"You took my pup?"
"Of course I did." Chuuya closed the door behind him as he stepped in, chuckling. "I know him better than you now. Turns out I don't have to shoot him in order for him to respect me. All I have to do is be gentle and it's like his eyes are only for me." He looked Dazai over again, frowning slightly. He...liked this version of Dazai.
Irritation flooded his body and he groaned, rubbing his face. "What the fuck have you done to me?"
"Excuse me?" Dazai sat on a crate, tilting his head. "I haven't done anything to you, chibi. Not yet. And you haven't moved an inch since you shut the door. What are you planning? Torture? I'd like to pass on that. I-"
Chuuya closed the distance between them while Dazai ran his mouth. He pinned him down to the crate, glaring up at him. "Oh? There's only one kind of torture that you especially enjoy, if I recall."
That got Dazai to stop talking, the smugness and color draining from his face before red crept up his neck and into his cheeks again. He looked away from him quickly, trying to wrestle his wrists out from Chuuya's grip. "You wouldn't."
"I know it makes you talk." Chuuya smirked at him. "I'd do anything to get you to spill your guts..."
Chuuya didn't care what was happening outside, just that Dazai was tied up just for him. He had gotten a lot of practice with a few willing participants, and he demonstrated the skill on Dazai. His arms were tied behind his back, the rope running down his back and between his legs before tying them bent and spread.
Chuuya ran a gloved hand up his leg, chuckling. "Do you like it?" He tilted his head at Dazai.
"You've gotten kinkier."
He tutted softly, rolling his eyes. "Maybe I'll leave you here for your lovely Agency to find instead...I wonder how long they'll look for you before they find you hiding in here, spread like this..."
Dazai shrugged as well as he could. He may have tried to keep Chuuya from reading his true emotions, keeping his face perfectly even...but Chuuya knew something was brewing just for him between his thighs. He hadn't taken much to keep Dazai on his belly while he tied his arms behind his back. His knee between his legs were good enough and he had felt the intense heat trapped there.
Maybe Dazai was enjoying this as much as he was. He had been a kinky asshole back in the Mafia, letting Chuuya choke him. He had always closed his thighs when Chuuya wanted to do more than grind on him and rub sloppily rub his folds, teasing Chuuya about how he didn't appreciate small dicks and was waiting patiently for a big one.
Dazai-speak for "I'm nervous".
Chuuya hadn't had a ton of action, either. He slept around when he liked, usually coaxing someone into his arms after spending too much time and money at a bar. They were always brunettes, staring up at him like he was the only man left on earth. So different than how Dazai had looked at him...and especially different to now.
Chuuya turned his head, frowning and looking towards the door. He had locked it, intending to kick Dazai's ass against every crate and keep Akutagawa out so they could have privacy. He could hear the Agency calling for Dazai like he was a dog to summon as they pleased. He looked back at Dazai, planting a hand over his mouth the same instant Dazai took in a breath to shout back.
He watched Dazai sag into the crate he was on, his thighs trembling lightly. Chuuya could feel Dazai's tongue pressing and licking at his gloved hand.
"If you're trying to gross me out...it's not working. You're just making this worse for yourself." Chuuya smirked and he laid the other hand between his thighs, pressing his fingers against his covered bits and sighing at the heat there. It was just increasing the longer Dazai was held like this and he could hardly imagine what it looked like as it begged for release, for Chuuya to touch it, for Chuuya inside it.
He kept rubbing, listening as the Agents outside apparently gave up and assumed Dazai had been kidnapped, killed, or had left early like the flake he was.
Dazai had stopped licking his hand and was instead squirming as much as the rope allowed. His eyes were half-closed, his face flushed red, and his breaths coming fast and hot into Chuuya's palm. When he pulled it away, he had to shake off the strings of drool.
"Oh?" Chuuya smirked down at him, wiping his glove clean on Dazai's shirt. "I haven't even done anything, Osamu." He turned his attention back towards his busy other hand, pulling it away and smirking at the damp mark right at the seam. He pulled his knife from his back pocket, letting Dazai see it as he moved around to the end of the crate. He drug Dazai closer, pressing the handle of the blade right where he knew Dazai's clit underneath was. "Now don't squirm..."
Dazai jumped, staring at him and starting to squirm anyway before Chuuya looked at him as he flipped the knife in his hand.
Chuuya pinched a bit of fabric, stabbing the knife into it and running it up to the zipper. He stabbed the blade into the gaps of the crate lid to keep it safe and away from Dazai. He sighed softly then ripped the hole wider. He ran his hands up Dazai's inner thighs, taking in the sight as his determination to torture him almost slipped away.
Dazai's plain grey underwear were soaked, practically steaming away in his ripped pants, while Chuuya stared. He glanced at Dazai, smirking. "So warmed up already...and we've just barely started."
Dazai panted down at him, trying to close his thighs like he used to. "Don't."
"Don't what, Osamu? Are you scared?" Chuuya pressed two fingers to the wet spot, running up to the swollen nub begging for his attention next. He rubbed it carefully in smooth circles, keeping his eyes on Dazai's face as he watched the taller man's resolve slip down his face.
He pulled the panties aside with a thumb, chuckling. "You're soaked, Dazai. What an incredible sight this is." He pressed his index against his clit, rubbing it. He watched Dazai's face to find out what he liked, tilting his head as he pressed a fraction harder and sped up slightly. He pulled his hand away immediately after Dazai cried out. He laughed softly, unable to stop himself.
"So predictable."
"Well don't stop now!" Dazai was squirming again, whining and trying to push himself closer to the redhead. "We just started! Chuuya!"
Chuuya blinked at him, rolling his eyes. "It's not an interrogation if you want it. Maybe I'll just cut you loose and send you on your way." He pulled his knife out of the lid again, touching the sharp edge absently like he was bored again. He had to fight a smirk when he saw the devastated look on Dazai's face, no doubt trying to come up with a witty comeback. What came out of Dazai's mouth instead made his whole body tense.
"Please."
Chuuya blinked a few times, his mouth falling open slightly before he shook himself and he shrugged. He desperately tried to keep his nonchalant attitude, resting the cold blade against Dazai's thigh as he gathered the waistband of his underwear into his hand. He cut it loose, switching to the other side. He drug the garment out through the hole he had created in his slacks, chuckling as he walked back towards Dazai. He balled the fabric in his hand, humming softly.
Dazai panted up at him, shaking in his bounds. "Chuuya! Please!"
Chuuya bent, cooing down at him. "I heard you the first time, Osamu...since you begged so nicely, I'll give you what you want." He pressed the ball into his mouth, pressing a hand over it and kissing his forehead. "Keep those safe for me..."
Back between Dazai's legs, Chuuya tested the limits of Dazai. He would rub his clit in just the right way for the brunette, then stop when Dazai moaned for more. It was fascinating watching the brunette try to hold onto control, only for Chuuya to tear out another moan from his throat and stop moving. He always waited for Dazai's thighs to stop trembling as badly, his pleasure ebbing to nothing, before resuming the assault.
Chuuya pulled his hand away, watching Dazai come back down. He examined the strings of arousal on his gloved fingers, glancing at Dazai. He waited until he had his doe-eyes on his face before he licked the glove clean. He hummed softly, going back to his clit. "How are you holding up, Dazai?"
He watched Dazai clench around nothing, his thighs starting to shake again. He threw his head back, shouting into the makeshift gag and then whining loudly when Chuuya stopped again. He tried to kick at the redhead, but Chuuya took his ankle into his hand and pushed it away again.
Chuuya swept a finger from the bottom of his opening up to his clit, clearing away the gathering arousal. He licked that off next as he watched Dazai jerk his hips. He spread him open slightly before pushing a finger inside. He dropped a kiss onto his clit, settling into the crate as he sucked it into his mouth.
If he thought Dazai was squirmy before, he had to keep his focus in order to continue his assault. He didn't pull away anymore, focusing on Dazai's pleasure as he felt the man clench eagerly around his finger and trying to pull him deeper. He tried adding a second finger, pausing when Dazai tensed and took a sudden inhale through his nose, the sound whistling and high. He stopped, lifting his head slowly and chuckling.
"Oh? What's this, then?"
Dazai had his head turned away, but Chuuya could see the blush deepening on his cheeks. He watched Dazai squirm, holding the single finger inside him like a vice. Chuuya pulled it free, resting his hand on his folds and rubbing.
"All for me, Dazai? You shouldn't have." He licked his lips, examining the mess his glove pulled away with. He shivered, humming softly and pushing the finger back inside. He lowered his head towards his clit again, flickng his tongue over it. "I'll be gentle this time, I suppose...but then we'll work on you taking more. Okay?"
Dazai started twitching and jerking again, moaning into the fabric in his mouth. He arched into Chuuya, which made the redhead shift so he could hold his hips down. He heard something in him pop, chuckling softly.
"What an old man you are, Dazai." He licked up from slit to clit, sighing as he stood straight. He kept the finger inside him, trying again with a second. All this work, and Dazai was still so tight. He could feel his walls fluttering nervously around his finger, Dazai's eyes flicking around Chuuya's face. "Just relax." Chuuya pushed the second finger inside him.
Dazai's hips lifted slightly, trying to pull away, but Chuuya followed him to keep his fingers inside. He reached with his other hand, rubbing his clit in a circle with his thumb. He hoped Dazai's brain would shift to this new sensation and he'd be able to wiggle even deeper and really spread him open.
"I said relax." He moved his fingers slowly, sighing as he watched Dazai relax at the new stretch. He smiled softly, nodding at Dazai. "Good boy."
Dazai's eyes were glittery, and Chuuya felt him tighten again.
"Oh?" Chuuya chuckled. "Such surprising new developments. The most aggressive trainer in the Mafia...has a praise kink?" He slowly spread his fingers apart before pulling them out. He offered them to Dazai, kneeling between his thighs and carefully digging the fabric out of his mouth with his other hand. Before Dazai could say anything, he pressed the two fingers into his mouth and against his tongue. "What other kinks do you have?"
Dazai stared up at him as he sucked on his fingers, his eyes widening as Chuuya rubbed is clit again with his other hand. He chuckled down at the brunette, tilting his head.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Dazai?" He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, kissing him and pulling him up to sitting. "Careful now...I don't want to break you." He guided Dazai around and onto his chest, his ass in the air. Chuuya ran a hand over his ass, sighing softly as he took him all in. "You're shaking all over. You're so handsome, Dazai." He chuckled as he ran his other hand up Dazai's thigh, turning it to travel along the inside next.
Dazai looked over his shoulder at him, panting softly and drooling onto the wood beneath him. "Chuuya...stop being a tease..."
"This is teasing, huh? I'll have you know I'm known for my foreplay. Typical Dazai, rushing to get what sh-" He stopped, frowning down at Dazai and tilting his head. "What he wants." He laughed softly, pinning him further onto the crate and running a hand down his back. He found his opening, slipping two fingers back inside. He smirked as Dazai started to grind back on him.
He moved off the crate, smiling down at Dazai and touching his cheek. "Now I believe thanks are in order..."
Dazai glared up at him, wriggling towards the edge of the crate. He threaded his fingers together behind his back, using his shoulders to keep moving forward. "You're so fucking short."
Chuuya gathered a handful of hair into his hand, chuckling and watching Dazai use his teeth to untuck his shirt. "And you're a sight to behold." Chuuya decided to at least help him with his belt, sighing when Dazai planted a kiss on his stomach, right over a scar. He stopped pushing his slacks down as he watched Dazai lick up from his stomach, raining kisses down onto his chest and then up to his neck. He closed his eyes, smiling and letting Dazai suck there, purposefully leaving a mark for everyone to see and know what Chuuya had been up to. He wrapped his arms around Dazai, pulling him closer and encouraging him to make the mark darker.
"Alright." Chuuya pulled away, chuckling as he shook his head. He smiled as he watched Dazai unbutton his shirt for him until his stomach dropped.
Dazai had gotten free...how long had he been free? How long had Dazai had been able to leave?
Dazai didn't seem to notice, the rope slipping off and around his legs as he fought with the buttons. He was drooling again, if Dazai's continuous swallowing and lip-licking meant anything. "I need you."
Chuuya blinked at him, chuckling softly and touching his chin. He dropped his hand to his throat, squeezing hard. "Is that so? And how long have you been free to use those pretty hands of yours?"
"Do you want me to hurt or spare your feelings?" Dazai looked up at him, kissing Chuuya's bare chest and sucking more marks onto his cream skin.
Chuuya groaned softly, watching him work. "Seriously? The whole time? What the fuck, Dazai?" He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him onto his knees on the dusty floor.
"Not quite the whole time." Dazai panted into his skin, going back to spreading his worship and drool over Chuuya's stomach.
Chuuya tilted his head back, savoring each touch from the man's lips on his skin. He shivered, enjoying the attention he was receiving. He grabbed a fistful of hair again, tugging lightly and making the brunette gasp. He looked back down at him, sighing and tilting his head. "Go on, Dazai...repay me for what a mess I made of you. Or does that mouth only talk?"
Dazai stared up at him, sighing and looking down at Chuuya's unbottoned slacks. "Fine." He resumed kissing, carefully moving his head further down without Chuuya's guidance.
Chuuya smiled as he watched determination settle into Dazai's eyes, then surprise as Chuuya's throbbing member was placed on display. "Some shrimp dick, huh?"
Dazai was apparently willing himself not to look at Chuuya, but the redhead still got a nervous little glance through eyelashes.
"No offense taken." Chuuya pulled him by his chin closer, chuckling down at him. "I don't expect you to be a champ at this, either. You clearly haven't even explored your own body, let alone anyone else's. You probably won't even be able to get me to orgasm, but that's fine too. You'll-"
Dazai's surprised expression melted into stubborness and he pulled Chuuya's member into his mouth, one of his hands around the base as he moved his head slowly, pressing his tongue against the underside of his member and hollowing out his cheeks.
Chuuya had to grab a second fistful of hair, his eyes widening slightly. "Oh shit, Dazai..." He chuckled, trying to move his hips to help him. "Good god, let up a bit..."
Dazai flicked his eyes up to him and his smirk would have probably been blooming over his reddened face if Chuuya wasn't occupying his mouth. He lowered his eyes again, staring at Chuuya's stomach intently before he closed them and guided Chuuya into his throat as far as he could handle.
Chuuya tilted his head back, groaning softly and closing his own eyes. "Fuck, Dazai..." He moved Dazai's head slowly, sighing when the brunette let him. He stepped closer, pressing Dazai's back into the crate and holding his head as he thrusted into him. He tested his limits, but each time Dazai gagged, tears sprang to his eyes and it made it hesitate.
Dazai was blinking sweetly up at him, his hands in his lap and tilting his head up for Chuuya. He returned to thrusting into his mouth, chuckling down at him. "You're amazing, Osamu. So fucking amazing."
Chuuya wiped away as much drool as he could as it seemed to pour down his chin and neck. "Such a good boy," he cooed down at him, tugging his hair lightly. "Such a handsome, amazing, good boy."
Dazai shifted on his knees, caught up in Chuuya's praises as he rained them down on him. He seemed to absorb them, clinging to his voice. His thin fingers climbed up Chuuya's legs, settling on his hips and clinging there to his skin, his shirt, whatever he could grab onto.
Chuuya pulled out of his mouth slowly, smiling as Dazai tried to pull him deeper as his cheeks bowed in again. His member left his mouth with an audible pop. Chuuya panted down at him and Dazai panted up at Chuuya.
Chuuya went to his knees, wrapping his arms around Dazai and kissing him hard. "Fuck, Dazai. I'm in so much fucking trouble." He ran a hand down Dazai's chest, pressing into the inviting wet between his thighs. "Get on the crate. Sit there all pretty for me."
Dazai stood on wobbly legs, trying to squirm off Chuuya's fingers, but the redhead kept them inside as he rose to his own feet and pushed his fingers deeper when Dazai sat. Chuuya went between his thighs, fingering him lightly as he pulled Dazai into another kiss. He held his arm tighter than he needed to.
The brunette wasn't going anywhere, his legs slowly spreading to allow him more access, his arousal seeping through Chuuya's gloves, the sounds of Chuuya fingering him filling the warehouse. He licked his lips slowly after pulling out of the kiss, looking down at Dazai's folds as he fingered him open. "I think you're finally ready."
Dazai laid back, Chuuya's hand on his chest. Chuuya tugged him down so his ass was just off the edge. He pushed his member through Dazai's slick, collecting it onto his tip. He nudged it into Dazai, watching it slip away and rub up against Dazai's clit instead. The brunette jumped, grinding into Chuuya and trying to guide him inside, his hand slipping down.
Chuuya caught his wrist, moving it away. "I don't need your help, Dazai. You keep being handome where you are." He licked his lips slowly, chuckling and guiding himself back to Dazai's weeping slit.
He carefully eased inside, grabbing Dazai's hip. "Relax. Just breathe and relax, okay?"
Dazai stared at him, his fingers curling as he held his hands to his chest. His legs were up and bent, his eyes widening. Chuuya saw pain glimmer through them before Dazai closed them and took in a gasping breath.
"Good boy." Chuuya sighed as he eased deeper inside him. "Very good boy..." He looked down at Dazai's stretched folds, lightly brushing his clit with a thumb before pulling out again.
Dazai was tight around him, his walls fluttering around his thick length. He hadn't been able to kiss his cervix with his tip, but Dazai didn't seem to mind or care. He was full of Chuuya.
Chuuya pushed back in, watching Dazai's face. "How's that? Much better, huh, now that you've remembered how to breathe. The more I open you up, the easier you're going to be to fuck in the future." He chuckled down at him, reaching for his cheek. "You're drooling already...and I've just started."
Dazai tried to turn his head away, whining and closing tight around Chuuya again.
"You keep doing that and you're in for a nasty surprise, Dazai." Chuuya fixed him with a stern look. "Unless you want to be full of my cum."
Dazai couldn't help it. He tightened harder around him, which only made Chuuya chuckle down at him.
"Of course you'd like that. Don't worry. I won't leave you wanting." Chuuya thrusted into Dazai, watching his face closely. "You want all of me, don't you?"
"I-"
"No? You don't want me anymore?" Chuuya pulled out slowly, smirking at the panic in his face lighting it up. He started to whine for Chuuya, opening his mouth to beg. Chuuya slammed back inside, earning a choked cry from him. "Then I'll use you as I please, and leave you craving for me. You won't be able to think about anything else. Any time you see me, you'll be wet and begging like a bitch in heat."
"Chuuya-"
Chuuya held a hand over his mouth, chuckling as he sped up. He was going to mold Dazai to his shape, make his body crave him every hour of the day. Nobody else was going to be able to satisfy him again, not even his clumsy fingers as he tried to feel the same way Chuuya had. He could feel Dazai panting into his glove, his thighs shaking around him, his walls trying to suck him deeper as the brunette could do anything except exactly what Chuuya enjoyed.
He watched Dazai's hand slowly creep towards his folds, his fingers lightly resting on his clit before rubbing. Chuuya snatched it again, pulling his arm close. "I said I didn't need your help..."
Dazai wailed into his glove, wrapping his legs around Chuuya's hips as his eyes closed. Chuuya pulled his hand away, chuckling down at him and letting his hand rest at his throat. He pressed their hips together, making short jerky thrusts into him as the other hand released his wrist to rub his clit the way Dazai had wanted.
He felt Dazai close around him, sporadically clenching around his member and wailing up at the ceiling as he was swept away in pleasure. He babbled nonsense as well, mostly Chuuya's name. Chuuya didn't pay attention. He was learning.
For the icing on the cake, he was going to finish with Dazai, join them together in a mutal climax. He was sure nobody else could provide Dazai with that, feeling a member throbbing inside him as he rode his own climax.
And Chuuya knew him better than anyone. He'd take him places Dazai's only dreamed of, he'd try anything the brunette suggested, and then finish them both with the ease of breathing.
Dazai moaned, his breath hot and frantic as he tried to push Chuuya's hand off his clit. Chuuya gathered one wrist, pinning it to his thigh. He kept his assault, thrusting faster as he flicked his eyes to Dazai's face.
He was drooling, his tongue half-out as he stared down at Chuuya. His thighs were closing around him tighter, his walls closing harder and harder around Chuuya's member. He was close, but Chuuya wasn't.
He ran his hands up Dazai's hips to his waist, sighing as he leaned into the brunette. "So beautiful." He kept thrusting, chasing his own climax now. It was all about him. "So fucking beautiful."
Dazai finally caught his breath, lifting his head to watch Chuuya thrust before he dropped it back down and moaned loud. "Fuck you, Chuuya...I was so close..."
"I know. You kept squeezing my dick." He chuckled down at him, tilting his head. "You're not getting away that easily."
Dazai licked his lips, shifting his hips slowly and gasping when Chuuya slipped deeper into him. Chuuya chuckled, rolling his eyes slowly.
"You keep making those noises, baby, and I'll definitely fill you up."
Dazai was shaking his head, trying to babble a reply, when Chuuya's thumb went right back to his clit. He was close. He could finish this now. Dazai wouldn't need much encouragement to get back up.
Chuuya moaned softly as he pressed harder onto his clit, rubbed faster, moved his hips faster. He was chasing both their finish lines, single-minded and determined. He could feel it, both their orgasms a breath away.
A final squeeze from Dazai was his undoing. He spilled deep inside him, gripping Dazai's hips and pulling him down further while Dazai spasmed and jerked in his grip, crying Chuuya's name. He opened his eyes slowly, sighing softly and looking down at Dazai. He smiled at how the man was limp on the crate, his arms dropped over his chest and stomach, his fingers twitching. His legs were still jerking around his hips as Chuuya carefully untangled them. He chuckled down at Dazai, leaning over to kiss him gently and bucking his hips one more time to nudge his spill even deeper.
Dazai stared up at the ceiling, apparently soaking in Chuuya's warmth he had deposited into him for safe-keeping. His mouth hung open dumbly, his tongue slipping back out after the kiss. "It's hot..."
Chuuya chuckled as he stood straight, shrugging and rubbing his folds lightly. "I suppose it is." Chuuya carefully pulled free, brushing over his clit again and making Dazai jump. "You keep getting your breath under control." He pulled his pants up, chuckling softly as he secured his belt.
"What time is it?"
Chuuya glanced out the window, humming. "Sunset."
"Fuck..."
"Just run back to the Agency with your tail between your legs and they'll take care of you." Chuuya rubbed Dazai's thigh, helping him sit up. "If you guys keep fucking with us, we'll get this opportunity more often."
Dazai watched Chuuya examine his gloves, blushing and looking away quickly when his blue eyes returned to him. "Sorry I messed them up."
Chuuya blinked before chucking, rolling his eyes. "I'm not sorry at all." He looked at the hole in Dazai's slacks, sighing softly. "Sorry I ripped your panties."
"They weren't panties." Dazai brought his shoulders up, huffing.
Chuuya looked him up and down, squinting at him. "You sure?"
"Yes!"
"If you say so," Chuuya sighed. He adjusted the fingers of his glove, smirking. "I could get used to this..."
"We can't do this a lot." Dazai rubbed his arm, closing his eyes. "What if...what if I..."
Chuuya stared at him blankly, folding his arms. "What if what? Get addicted? You'll come back to the Mafia and forget all about that stupid Agency."
"What if it takes?"
Chuuya stared at him, his arms starting to drop slowly and he stared back down at Dazai's thighs. "Um...well, it was nice meeting with you, Dazai! We'll have to do this again! See you later!" He waved to him, smirking. "Keep those pretty folds waiting for me when I see you again!"
Kunikida watched Dazai awkwardly walk into the office, frowning. "About time you come back. What happened to you after the fight, Dazai?"
Dazai held up his shaking hands, nervously giggling. He had purposefully rubbed grit and dirt into them, his knees, and on his face. He had slid down a ditch on his knees, then on his back to get the grass to stain. He had done everything he could think of to disguise what actually happened to him. "That...redhead chased me..."
Kunikida took his shaking hands, frowning at him. "You got away, Dazai. It's okay." He pulled him into an open chair, sighing. "Did he do anything to you? You're pretty shaken up."
Dazai pressed his hands between his thighs, looking up at Kunikida slowly. "I fell down. He kept chasing me. He's so scary."
"You really need to watch the black coat one. You can pretty much avoid engaging with Chuuya. He tends to be Mori's last resort, but he's not super dangerous with his Mafia buddy gone."
Dazai nodded, trying to sincerely take all the information in. He swallowed hard, feeling more of Chuuya's spill run out of him. "Can I have a cup of water?"
"Of course." Kunikida frowned at him. "You okay? You sure Chuuya just chased you? Nothing else?"
"Nothing. He couldn't catch me. He's too much of a shrimp." Dazai smiled up at him, giggling as he felt more seed escape. "I'm fine."