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“It’s not as cold as I expected.” Chuuya whispered, taking in the breathtaking sight. Small puffs of steam collected upon the gloomy sky then quickly disappeared as fast as it had appeared. Chuuya had prepared much clothing, which even in the smallest size seemed too big for him. He wore a loose sweater underneath, fitted with snow boots, pants and a jacket. Unlike his regular aesthetic most of his clothing was a shade of white. While on the other hand, Dazai was still the same as always, perhaps only a bit paler. “Wish I could be you.” Dazai replied. He shuddered, he hadn’t thought much about his clothing and was just in what he usually wore during his time in ADA, only prepared with some snow boots, (he hated the feeling of wet socks). Wait, had he just thought that he wanted to be Chuuya!? The smallass ginger??!! “Wait no, I rather be my amazing tall self rather then a small chibi, even if the chibi is warm and I’m freezing.” Dazai spat. “Suit yourself, fucker~” Chuuya whistled as he strode freely down towards the hill, Dazai soon ran after him. But yes, unexpectedly, Dazai and Chuuya had come to the snow.
It all began when Fukuzawa and Mori announced to both the PM and ADA that they were all going on a ‘trip’ to the snow. They had not given a particular reason why, but nearly everyone was happily packing their bags to enjoy a free ride and potential vacation. Besides of course, the one and only, known for his temper, Nakahara Chuuya. Chuuya was extremely sensitive to the cold. Staying in Yokohama, a bright and warm city for most of his life had affected Chuuya where he was unfortunately vulnerable to the cold. Unluckily for Chuuya, Mori had declared that this trip was mandatory and that unless desperate situations, there was absolutely no excuse to being left out. And poor Chuuya had no choice but to just curse his luck in his mind and start to pack his suitcase. By the end of the day, Chuuya’s room was a total mess. Every wardrobe, drawer, and closet had been opened, cleaned out of, and left opened. Chuuya sat by his bed, struggling to catch his breath, as he had been running all across his room for the past 4 hours. He scrambled to the drawer on the left side of his bed in order to check that he had packed everything that he needed. “Five pairs of thick pants, check. 3 snow jackets, check…”
And now his worries had all been demolished, standing by the local woods with Dazai, Chuuya really thought that he had over packed. But at that very moment, Dazai sneezed abruptly. Chuuya turned his head around to show a face of disgust towards Dazai but quickly switched his expression as he saw Dazai’s state. Dazai’s cheeks were paler then usual, some parts of his skin even seemed to be purple, such as the tips of his ears and his nose, but most distinctively; he was trembling violently. Mocking concern to annoy Dazai, Chuuya rushed to his aid, asking him what was wrong in a high pitched voice. Dazai let out a sarcastic laugh, only to be turned into a furious cough. Noticing that his cough was genuine, Chuuya decided to actually lend a helping hand, only to flinch at the temperature of Dazai’s body. “Holy shit Dazai, you’re fucking freezing!” Dazai did not respond to Chuuya’s insult. Irritated, Chuuya decided to unintentionally recreate the iconic Dazai and Odasaku scene but instead, replacing Dazai’s place and gently supporting Dazai who somewhat seemed to be freezing to death. Dazai weakly held a hand to touch Chuuya’s face, “Is this…a double suicide? Or, will it seem to be a murder?” He whispered. Chuuya slapped Dazai’s hand away, “There’s no way this could be a suicide, moreover, I can’t believed you’re about to die from the weather.” Chuuya chuckled. “What a funny sight huh, why don’t you beg me to lend you one of my coats, Da-Zai~.”
There was simply no way Dazai could accept being tormented at on his deathbed. Enraged, Dazai regained all his remaining energy to quickly throw Chuuya to the ground, this was easy, for Chuuya did not suspect this move at all. His breath was as thick as fog as he recalled what he was about to do. He swallowed and said meekly, “We’ll see who the one begging will be.” Dazai tore off Chuuya’s layers of clothing, somehow at the same time taking off his own, throwing them all in the bedding of snow, Chuuya didn’t know what was going on but could easily guess that it wasn’t anything good. “Dazai! What the fuck are you doing?! Give me back my clothing!-l” Dazai planted a kiss on Chuuya’s lips. Chuuya’s eyes widened in shock, or more of a type of feeling that he didn’t recognise. Chuuya tried to look over Dazai’s shoulders but was blocked immediately. He then sighed and took of the rest of his clothes by himself, it wasn’t anything special after all, Chuuya just found the situation weird. The area they were in was isolated anyways, only decorated with the trees making up the forest, he didn’t mind too much. Only for his bare legs to be touched by the burning cold. Chuuya shuddered, he closed his eyes tightly, he was terrified yet intrigued on what Dazai would do to him.
Chuuya opened his eyes and stared at the blinding openings in the tall trees. He heard Dazai collecting something, or more like digging. He sat up, confused that Dazai hadn’t fucked him yet and searched for him around himself, of course, Dazai wasn’t very far away, only a few metres in front of Chuuya. “Dazai! What are you doing!!” Chuuya called. Dazai crawled up to Chuuya again with a handful of snow. He smiled eerily and said, “We don’t have any lube and, this looks quite fun.” Chuuya’s eyes widened. “No fucking way I’m shoving that shit in my anus Dazai.” “Who says you can say no? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” “Fuck no.” “Are you scared?” Chuuya couldn’t say no. “Fine. If it hurts I’m gonna kill you.” “Romantic, really Chuuya.” Dazai said. He giggled, “Up we go~” Dazai moulded the small handful of snow into a somewhat icicle shape. It was sharp. Chuuya worried. “Aren’t you gonna use that for lube-“ Chuuya started. Dazai shoved the icicle up Chuuya’s ass.
He felt a piercing stab somewhere quite specific in his lower area. His face burned and darkened into a bright red. It wasn’t what he had expected at all. The chilling sensation sent Chuuya shivering, but it felt good. Dazai stroked Chuuya’s long ginger hair. “What conditioner do you use?”he said playfully. Chuuya scoffed. Even in this ghastly situation Dazai still had the nerve to crack a joke. “I-“ he stopped talking. The stab had turned into a shove, and that shove a push. The snow had started to melt. It hurt like fucking hell, Chuuya could feel the cold liquid seeping out of his body. It was so painful he could have even described it as blood. Chuuya winced, it was so painful that a few tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. Dazai’s smile only widened. “Aww, you’re crying. You look so…” Tears flooded down Chuuya’s cheeks, not only was he cold, he was also feeling an intense pain from his insides. But he didn’t know what to say to Dazai. The pain grew every second, yet it still had a small feeling of pleasure. Chuuya racked his head for a way to tell Dazai that it hurt like living hell. In the end, all he could manage was “Pull it out.” Before letting out an undignified moan.
And of course, being Dazai, he did not bother listening. Oh now it was sore and burning. Tears streamed down Chuuya’s face, turning to ice before hitting the snow ground. Chuuya did not know what would be more painful, his entire body both being penetrated from both the inside and outside, or burning in hell. “Oh does it hurt, I’ve never seen you cry so much before.” Dazai asked. Chuuya nodded his head furiously. “Alright, I will…just kidding~ beg.” Chuuya was flabbergasted. But he believed that he would die or pass out from the pain if it was there any longer and that begging would save his soul. “Please,” Chuuya panted. Just as he thought that he would pass out from the pain, Dazai pulled the snow stick out. Chuuya trembled in the cold, still suffering from the burning coldness residing inside of his body. Dazai wiped Chuuya’s tears off, they were half frozen already. He wanted to get the feeling out of his body, “Dazai, plesse fuck me.”
Dazai laughed, “Chuuya~ I’ve had a lot of fun with you already, do you still want me to fuck you?” Chuuya’s response was disrupted by the faint voices of Fukuzawa and Mori calling them. Shit, Dazai get the fuck off me” Chuuya pushed Dazai and quickly put on his clothes again. “Oh dear, I thought you wanted to have a little more fun with me.” Dazai pouted. “Save it for the lounge.” Chuuya whispered. Although Dazai had just probably turned his insides out intentionally, Chuuya still felt a tinge of sympathy and lent Dazai one of his many jackets. “Thank you chibi~” Dazai put on Chuuya’s jacket and fled the scene. Chuuya followed Dazai and they regrouped with ADA and PM. Strangely, they proceeded to interact as usual.
Perhaps Dazai did all of this just for one of Chuuya’s jackets.