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“Say Chuuya, ever thought of the day Arahabaki decides to stay in charge?”
There’s only one answer to that.
Strangulation.
But since Chuuya is restrained behind heavy bars he can’t answer the prick who uttered those words. He wishes he could but his hands are tied above his head.
He could escape, mind you, but he won’t. Chuuya behaves and wants to prove it, unlike someone else.
“You’re so boring, Chuuya, come on!” Dazai goes on as he swings back and forth, pulling then pushing himself off the bars repeatedly like an overgrown child.
Chuuya doesn’t say a word but his fists clench on thin air. Dazai smirks. They both know the moment Chuuya answers, he’s screwed. His mouth stays shut, lips pressed in a hard thin line. Dazai spends his time mocking him and the fact he’s a loud mouth, but today it seems like it’s not going to happen.
The bandaged boy steps to the side and stands in the cell doorway. That cell shouldn’t be open but Dazai was bothered by it. Just like he was annoyed at being chained up a wall. So he took care of it and he could have disappeared in a hole somewhere with the other rats, just like Chuuya suggested, but he didn’t. Dazai is right, if he’s found out, he’ll be punished twice as hard and he doesn’t want to experience physical pain on top of being restrained in a cell underground.
At least he could leave Chuuya be and take his punishment in silence but it’s counting on sheer luck. Chuuya doesn’t get to get lucky when it comes to his partner. The worst kind of partner. The kind who becomes easily childish, cruel or a bit of both when bored.
Dazai rolls his shirt sleeves up, baring two arms covered in bandages. Suddenly he looks so freaking serious, his uncovered eye examining Chuuya’s frame with an unsettling look.
“But really though, did you ever think about it?” Dazai asks again, stepping freely inside the very cell he should be rotting in in the first place.
Chuuya’s jaw clenches and he lets his head fall down, determined not to look back at the demon standing a few feet away from him.
They’re here because of Dazai, mainly. Chuuya might have over-reacted to Dazai’s antics but it’s Dazai’s fault in the first place. They settled on that during the first hour of detention. It annoyed Chuuya even more to have the confirmation Dazai should be alone to suffer the punishment but it was nothing compared to seeing Dazai breaking free from his shackles and act all smug and almighty around the cell. Until he even got rid of the lock and broke free from the cell itself.
“It could have happened during the Dragon head conflict,” Dazai almost whispers, voice lower as he closes in on Chuuya, dead serious. Then slowly, his lips curl upward in a smug smirk and… “Thank god I was there!” he exclaims, flashing a bright smile.
Then he slips a finger under Chuuya’s chin and forces him to lift his head up.
A second ago, the red haired boy was possibly considering using For The Tainted Sorrow to make the cell explode, along with Dazai – and to hell with Mori’s retribution, at least he’d be free from the mackerel. But he didn’t and now of course it’s too late. Dazai must have felt it because he doesn’t let go of the other’s chin, fingers pinching it firmly to hold his face in place. Chuuya glares back at him.
Dazai’s fake dazzling expression vanishes and he leans in, a wolfish grin adorning his lips.
“It’s a shame they didn’t tie you higher, you lost a chance to be taller than me,” he whispers against Chuuya’s temple.
In a flash, Chuuya’s left knee jumps up and misses his target by a split millisecond thanks to the other’s reflexes. Dazai’s eye widens as he looks down at the vicious knee that just tried to emasculate him then he cackles and glares back at Chuuya with obvious mischievous intents. Chuuya doesn’t swallow hard but his expression makes it clear he’s fighting it back just the same. He’s screwed and he didn’t even open his mouth.
But what comes next, the red haired boy couldn’t have ever imagined.
Dazai jumps right back in front of him but actually sneaks his hands behind Chuuya’s thighs. The time for Chuuya to gasp and yell at the surprising and fucked up touch, Dazai swiftly parts his legs and lifts him off the floor – forcing him to circle his waist with his legs as he nestles in between them, pressing flush against the other’s body. Then one of his hand stays hooked under his left leg and the other comes up to grip his right exposed forearm.
Chuuya’s wrists hurt as almost all of his whole weight suddenly rests on them – because Dazai is not that strong or if he is, he doesn’t bother making him comfortable enough.
But it’s not like it could be a comfortable position anyway and Chuuya has to remind himself that hard once his brain is done rebooting because… “What the actual fuck Dazai!?” he almost screams when he comes back to his senses.
Dazai rolls his eyes hard but his smirk makes it very obvious he’s proud of the stunt he just pulled. And he’s not letting go either. And since he doesn’t even bother answering, Chuuya starts to thrash around but it’s not really effective. He can’t use his ability with Dazai all over him like that – that leech – and his balance is completely fucked up with the chains holding him up.
Dazai presses against him more and Chuuya stops moving because it’s doing no good at all. For many reasons. First because he can’t get away. But mostly because he notices something terribly embarrassing.
Actually both of them noticed it. And if it is the reason why Dazai’s smirk widens, it’s also the reason why Chuuya’s cheeks turn crimson.
What the fuck for real, his eyes scream out loud for him as he closes them tightly.
“Well, that’s an interesting reaction,” Dazai laughs lightly, gaze dropping to the place where their waists join.
“What are you trying to do, for fuck sake!” Chuuya whines, looking away when he opens his eyes again.
“Hm, I hoped to create a nice distraction by harassing you there but it looks like we’re both enjoying it a lot,” the bandaged boy explains, hands tightening under Chuuya’s upper thigh and around his forearm.
“I’m not enjoying anything you freaking mackerel, get off me,” the red head hisses back, still looking away.
Dazai clicks his tongue and his left hand leaves Chuuya’s skin for a second to bring Chuuya’s face back to him – making the strain on his arms increase slightly. Dazai seems to be having the time of his life and Chuuya’s stomach does a flip when their eyes meet. Dazai’s hungry expression make his brown irises turn almost red.
“I won’t. Get off you, I mean. But I’ll sure get off. And so will you, apparently.”
There’s no denying the friction between them caused a physical reaction for both of them. But Chuuya is so mad he can’t even consider it – is Dazai even serious? Before he loses it, Chuuya forces himself to breathe but it’s shaky and not really helping his heartbeat to calm the fuck down. Even then he has to make this stop right now. Because Dazai won’t.
“Look! We got here because of your fucking antics in the first place so just forget whatever new fucked up idea you’ve come up with. I’m not up for it!”
“A part of you is very up for it, though,” Dazai objects and his voice is hoarse. Chuuya’s jaw drops on the fucking floor at how insufferable his partner is.
“Drop me or drop dead but do something now,” Chuuya barks but his voice is so high-pitched it’s starting to get ridiculous.
“How about I do you?”
After that bold question, the silence engulfs the cell and stretches as they judge each other’s reactions and intentions. While the bulges in their pants stay definitely there.
It’s hard to tell if Dazai is trying to make fun of him and rile Chuuya up or if he’s serious about it – it seems like even himself doesn’t know where does this come from and where it’s going. This is messed up, particularly for Chuuya – every situation they get in is messed up for him the most since Dazai always makes sure he’ll have the upper hand but this is new.
He can’t deny he’s pitching a tent and the actual contact triggered him almost immediately but well Chuuya is 16 and hormones are basically what he fuels on on a daily basis. On the other hand he’s a virgin, never did much with anyone more than making out and it’s Dazai we’re talking about. Dazai who could be laughing at him for months – if not for years – if Chuuya falls for this and it appears he’s doing it just to make a fool out of his partner.
In fine, Chuuya can explain the hard-on but he can’t explain why he’d go through with it. And he’d acknowledge it’s a shame if he wasn’t looking at his moron of a partner right now because it’s actually… tempting much to his dismay.
Dazai isn’t moving either and it’s strange enough as it is. He’s too busy trying to burn a hole into Chuuya’s skull with his eye. He’s a virgin too because he didn’t find a way yet to suicide himself by having sex so until now – and also because his life is freaking busy for a 16 year old teenager – he never went that far when it comes to it. Seems like he is reconsidering it now but it’s not like he’ll blatantly state it. The youngest mafia executive is smart and knows which buttons to push when it comes to his partner and which not to. This is not exactly like every other times he played with Chuuya during the past year when they first met, though. First because Dazai’s actually affected too. But mostly because this could turn into something else than their usual games and Dazai wouldn’t have any control over it if he isn’t careful.
As they’re lost in thoughts, the strain on Dazai’s arms becomes noticeable too and he falters just enough that Chuuya’s own arms hurt too. He can feel the fingers gripping his arm shake slightly as they try to keep their grip on his forearm and other fingers digging into the sensible flesh at the junction between his thigh and ass cheek.
Chuuya didn’t expect the next comment to come from him so he’s pretty surprised when he hears his own voice pierce the heavy silence.
“You know, if you weren’t such a pain in every aspect of your life, I could use For The Tainted Sorrow and you wouldn’t have to mind being so weak,” he croaks.
“Oh and how come? Please do enlighten me, Chuuya,” Dazai snarls back.
Chuuya smirks eventually, grasping at what he can to feel superior – for once.
“Well, it’s obvious you can’t keep me pinned up that wall because you’re not strong enough,” Chuuya goes on with an impish grin. “So much for screwing me if you can’t even—Aaargh! You massive asshole!”
Of course, Dazai didn’t like being mocked and actually dropped Chuuya for a second there before catching him back up. But it was enough for the shackles to bite into the red head’s skin viciously. But it’s not like he has other things to mind like… both Dazai’s hands under his ass to get a better grip on him.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I hate you sometimes, you can’t even imagine,” Chuuya growls as pain still jolts up his arms.
“I was aiming for all the time but I guess I’ll just do with most of the time for now,” Dazai jests and he presses even more into the other’s body.
Since he dropped Chuuya and his hands aren’t touching his bare skin, Chuuya could try and use his gift to make himself less heavy but the moment he thinks about, Dazai thinks otherwise. The next thing triggers a second brain-reboot for Chuuya.
Indeed, Dazai’s nose poke at the side of Chuuya’s throat as the famous demon prodigy buries his face in the crook of his partner’s neck, lips brushing his skin when he runs his fucking mouth again.
“So, I might be inconsiderate when it comes to throwing your petty slug life away on the battlefield,” Dazai says and it’s a lie anyway so Chuuya shudders hard – he would trust Dazai in any situation with his life, no matter what, because Dazai would never do this to him. They learned it the hard way, ironically for the best. “But I won’t when it comes to this. So would you kindly tell me if I can do as I please with you now?”
There’s still the hint of a mocking smile in Dazai’s voice but he’s not fooling anyone by now. Nor Chuuya or himself.
“Asking for consent now?” Chuuya croaks again – because he can’t believe his own ears. That was asking for consent or as close as it will ever get when it comes to Dazai trying to get into his pants.
It’s too crazy to even look too much into it. But now it really is tempting.
“Don’t make me drop you for good, hatrack. I’m not sure I can catch you up a second time.” Dazai’s lips brush over his skin and now Chuuya’s slim pants are too tight for his own good.
“Too bad then. I was actually going to let you have your way with me but if you can’t hold—mmph!” Chuuya is cut off by a pair of lips crushing his messily.
Dazai miscalculated – but since it’s so rare… – and almost knocked Chuuya’s jaw when he left his neck to find his mouth but Chuuya’s not there to make fun of him this time.
They both kissed someone before but neither of them can remember being so needy about it – at least not to the point of biting, pressing into each other and throw tongues and teeth in immediately… That’s not the depiction of a cute romantic kiss that is currently happening… it’s like they both restrained their mutual attraction for so long that now it’s in the open, they can’t get enough.
And actually, it’s not just like it is the case. It is the case. So they kiss heatedly, like two teenagers way too full of hormones and way too into each other. Open mouthed kisses turns into a sloppy attempt at what could be called a French kiss and they start grinding their hips without even knowing it and panting sounds and tiny moans soon fills the cell.
Unfortunately this can’t go on forever. Chuuya’s arms are soon numb thanks to the shackles preventing the blood from coursing into his veins and Dazai can’t hold on like that. He still tries to sneak a hand between them and succeeds in opening Chuuya’s fly but it’s as far as he gets before his other arm gives out and Chuuya has to rely on his own strength to avoid crashing on the ground.
He finds the willpower to get his mind out of the gutter and think with something else than his dick for enough time to peel his legs off Dazai’s waist and stand on his feet again. And what a relief it almost hurts as the blood comes flowing into his arms and hands again. Actually it prickles the tips of his fingers but he’s pretty sure that’s not all there is to it.
The sensation also comes from the need to get his hands out of the restrains and fucking touch Dazai’s body too.
Unfortunately he’s not getting to do this anytime soon as Dazai closes in and kisses him again. They seems to have both blanked out by now, only driven by the desire to kiss each other – but it’s not enough.
Soon the taller one’s hand sneaks again between them and Chuuya remembers his pants are open when Dazai’s hand slips past the hem of his trousers and gropes at his hard dick through his boxers.
The red head moans slightly louder than he thought he would and he lolls his head back against the hard wall. His exposed throat is soon covered by Dazai’s lips and breath and the hand breaches his boxers and deft fingers find their way around Chuuya’s cock.
“Dazai…”
The demon prodigy trails nips and licks along his partner’s throat then his jaw and eventually the corner of his mouth as his hands bare Chuuya’s ass, pulling on his trousers clumsily to free him enough. Chuuya gets on the tip of his toes, straining his neck to chase another kiss but it’s hard thinking this through when Dazai is back at giving him a hand job.
Just thinking about it is insane enough but Dazai can’t hold back now. If he thought he could for one second oh was he wrong. Now that his hands are on Chuuya it seems like nothing can stop him from touching more. He doesn’t want to. Dazai just wants Ch—
“Move.”
What?
“Dazai, move,” Chuuya urges him through the kisses.
The taller one realizes he was too engrossed in this to realize Chuuya was talking to him and it doesn’t suit well with him. In retribution Dazai rips himself off his partner a bit harshly making the other wince. Chuuya can’t believe there’s a pout on Dazai’s face when his blue eyes manage to focus on him again. Well, Chuuya is not going to fucking apologize because of what he’s doing next so Dazai and his pout can go to hell.
So as soon as Dazai’s fingers aren’t on him anymore, Chuuya does exactly what he promised himself not to do despite any trick Dazai would pull on him. He pulls the chains off of the wall by yanking them as easily as that thanks to his ability and let's them fall on the floor then glances back at Dazai with lustful eyes. He manages to pull his pants up enough to hide himself and it’s uncomfortable as fuck with the hard-on he’s sporting.
“You’re getting me out of those or what?” he groans, gesturing at the shitty pieces of metal hanging from his wrists.
“I don’t know,” Dazai answers moodily.
Chuuya rolls his eyes hard then leans against the wall, crossing his arms while the chains gleaming red still weight nothing.
“Alright then I guess I can thank you for that. I’ll stay there and wait until anyone comes in and tears our heads off for disobeying. You won. What a wonderful way to spend that fucking night,” Chuuya taunts the other.
He’s not stupid after all. He knows Dazai’s plan wasn’t to make him break free and get even more punished. At least if it was at the beginning, now it’s clear it has nothing to do with it. But of course his almighty partner would feel stupid now he got caught at his own little games.
Serves him right.
Although it doesn’t last long. Dazai’s eyes are almost black, pupils blown wide. Maybe he did get into it more than he intended too but the slug isn’t going to make a fool out of him. Chuuya isn’t like that. Of course he’ll bark back and laugh at him when he gets a chance but it’s never malevolent. Dazai just has to swallow his own pride. Chuuya would say he can even choke on it.
The train of thoughts reminds Dazai he’s fond of his partner’s attitude towards him but his expression doesn’t show it for a second. Though it helps him snap out of it and eventually come closer.
Dazai leans into Chuuya’s personal space, very aware he’d be glad to open his own pants because he’s hard as hell himself but instead his hands fall to Chuuya wrists who’s obliged enough to stretch them between them. Dazai doesn’t blink even once as he picks both of the shackle locks and they fall to the ground between them in a very loud shatter.
“Nice, now we’ve got only what… seconds before someone walks in on us to behead us?” Chuuya grins.
He doesn’t hide it this time when he swallows hard.
Dazai smirks back, finally.
“Perfect. Shouldn’t take you more than five seconds to come undone, right, Chuuya?” Dazai mocks.
The tension around the cell is so thick they can feel it into their bones by now. Chuuya chuckles – not nervously but almost.
“Speak for yourself.” The shorter one bites his own tongue at the lame comeback and Dazai’s shoulders shake as he laughs it off but now he’s almost pressed against him again and it’s more difficult to breath for both of them.
“Better get to the point then.”
Dazai’s words almost fade against Chuuya’s lips this time when he kisses him again. Dazai brings his arms around Chuuya’s waist but his partner doesn’t let him the time to do so, turning their position around. A second later, the demon prodigy finds himself plastered against the wall, Chuuya all over him as the air is knocked out his lungs. It’s fine with him.
Now the red head can use his hands, he intends to make good use of it and they're roaming at Dazai’s sides then falling to his belt and tearing at it unceremoniously until his trousers are hanging low on the taller one’s hips.
Chuuya’s tongue gets bitten when he finally gets his hand where he wants to and his fingers curl around Dazai’s cock.
Dazai is competitive enough and pulls down his partner’s boxers too to resume what he started before. Now they’re both jerking each other off like horny teenagers. Which is exactly what they happen to be despite how they act and what the Mafia life throws at them the rest of the time.
They go on like this for a couple of minutes, moaning into the other's mouth more than they kiss until Dazai tries to circle both their cocks with his hand but it’s not exactly going where he wants too with the height difference. He growls in frustration.
“Fucking eat some soup when we get out of here, will you? I can’t stand you being so short I swear!”
Chuuya bites Dazai lower lip hard but doesn’t answer with words. He’s annoyed by that fact too, for once, thank you very much. So instead, he grips Dazai’s shoulders and pushes him down hard, forcing his thumbs into the crook under Dazai’s collarbones to hit the nerve and make it painful.
Dazai gasps and his knees buckle under him instantly. That brings him exactly where Chuuya wanted him to: his bare ass on the floor and serves him right.
But just when he’s about to drop down too and straddle the other, Dazai’s hands catch his thighs in a death-strong grip.
“You could ask nicely if you want me to suck your dick, don’t you think?”
Chuuya’s brain is about to shut down for a third short-circuit but he gets a grip and looks down at the other – his dropping jaw and next stutters being the only hints of how disturb he is. “That’s n—that’s not the case shithead! I wasn’t… Just shut up!”
“So you don’t want me to do it?” Dazai asks with a malicious glint in his eyes.
Well… now Chuuya snapped out of it, of course, he’d want him to! What’s with that kind of questions, really? And before he realizes he’s been saying this aloud, Dazai settles on his knees and mutters “That’s what I thought.”
There’s nothing to add. Any smart comeback Chuuya could think of is swallowed back just like his dick is by Dazai’s mouth.
The new sensation makes him double over, hands flying to his partner’s head and he grips his dark hair hard. He doesn’t have any single comparison point for this so he can’t tell if Dazai is good at it or not but...
“Fuck Dazai…” it’s so good Chuuya is going to lose his mind there.
His partner’s tongue slides along his cock as he works on taking him entirely into his mouth. Now Chuuya should be afraid of coming undone too quickly but he couldn’t care less. Dazai just sucks and licks and it’s a crime Chuuya never experienced this before. He doesn’t dare looking down or else he’s going to come into his partner’s mouth right here and now and that’d be – well amazing – but messed up, right? His nails dug into Dazai’s scalp and the bandages around his head loosen up until they come undone entirely. Dazai quickly discards them, leaving Chuuya’s cock in the meantime.
The shorter one pants hard when he comes back to his senses. What the hell just happened! He looks down, one eye closed, wiping beads of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand. On the floor, Dazai – head tilted to the side – looks at him with questioning eyes.
“What?” Chuuya eventually asks in a husky whisper.
“I don’t know actually,” Dazai just answers.
He’s not smirking or laughing or anything. His mouth is glistening from pre-cum and saliva and it makes Chuuya’s cock twitch but the other doesn’t move. His pupils are still blown wide, his chest heaving too, and the hunger is quite present in his eyes – both of them now the bandages are off – but for the first time, Dazai genuinely doesn’t know what comes next. And if he does, he doesn’t know how to get there.
Slowly, and because his legs are shaking too, Chuuya drops on the floor in front of his partner. He notices Dazai is at least as hard as he is but tries to get his mind out of the gutter.
“So, should we… you know,” Chuuya stutters again, feeling utterly stupid.
Dazai shrugs slightly, eyes on him. Chuuya never thought of this situation, nor did he… but if the scenario was presented to them, both would have expected Dazai to make jokes about Chuuya being all riled up and acting like a virgin and such but it seems that it won’t happen like that.
So instead Chuuya leans in and pushes Dazai back against the wall behind him. “I want to touch you,” he says, because he has no idea what to do or say else than the blunt truth. Dazai falls back and says nothing – which is becoming odd – but he grips one of Chuuya’s arm and pulls him along with him. The shorter one sits in his partner’s lap, straddling his thighs. They’re both eerily quiet and their breaths are shaking slightly as they don’t know what to do next but now it’s obvious they’re not ready to go all the way with it.
Not that they don’t want to. Chuuya has been considering since the moment this all went to hell and that was what crossed Dazai’s mind first when he got his mouth around Chuuya’s cock but…
Well they’re also fucking new to this and humping against each other in a dark gloomy cell in the middle of the night… Well, it's not like they're hopeless romantics but something is off and it’s the worst feeling because they actually want each other badly. Not that they can tell what the other wants with the new mood but they do feel it.
So Chuuya’s heart is pounding just as hard as before when he bends down slightly to try and kiss Dazai again because fuck this he needs to do it and Dazai thought he’d never move and he was going to die from it really, what a slug…
“What are you two doing for god’s sake!” Kouyou’s voice suddenly pierces the silence of the cell.
The air in the cell freezes, burning Chuuya’s lungs and making Dazai choke as both boys get off each other at the speed of light, fastening back their briefs and pants with clumsy fingers.
“I was called to check on your ruckus! I’m going to kill you two if you’re killing each other I swear,” the voice goes on as they hear the steps closing in and a pair of delicate shoes appears at the top of the stairs leading to the underground cells.
Mere seconds later – and as they both pants hard, cheeks flushed and looking disheveled as hell – she’s at the bottom of the stairs, glaring daggers at the two teenagers then at the open door, and the chains lying on the ground and back at the culprits.
She’s fulminating.
“What on earth! Chuuya I expected better of—how did you learn to break out of handcuffs?” she suddenly asks imperiously as she steps inside the cell actually startled but still fuming.
Visibly she’s quite oblivious to what just happened and Chuuya and Dazai can breathe anew. Dazai feels so relieved his cocky grin makes a proud comeback as he gets to his feet and shows off. “Actually I taught him that. He’s eager to learn just like a good dog should be!”
Kouyou seems on the verge of slapping him across the face and Chuuya observes them eyes wide. He’s tempted to yell back childishly after the non-sense he just heard but he’s still too freaked out Kouyou will find out anything. And well… he’s not as confident as Dazai in getting on his feet with his dick still half hard and shit.
The silence stretches again as Kouyou considers Dazai then turns on her heels.
“You two are hopeless. Chuuya get out of here. Since you’re so smart, you’re going to show me how you got out of those shackles,” she scolds them vicisouly. “You’ll just have to keep them on as long as you figure it out. But it won’t take too long, right?”
Her question is deadly cold and Chuuya isn’t so afraid to get up anymore. Actually it’s the contrary and he feels miserable when he steps out of the cell, glaring at Dazai for making him suffer even now.
Dazai smiles smugly in turn.
“You stay there, boy. Mori won’t be long,” she snaps at Dazai.
The smile doesn’t falter but Chuuya knows it’s a façade now she dropped that. Dazai knows it too but he says nothing and retreats in the shadows of the cell.
As his partner's feet touch the first step of the stairs, he glances back. Their eyes meet for a second. This is not over.