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"And that is indeed why I think creating an ally ship would benefit both of our companies." The man said from his seat, two of his goons by his side, staring him down, in his own domain. Quite funny, really.
He wasn't mad, far from, he was entertained.
That was, until his cute little tiger knocked on the door to his office, and he knew that it was him, by the quiet, barely there sound of a breathy "Dazai-san?" that made him smile quietly and say come in.
Atsushi walked slowly inside, with a coffee for him and a cute little expression on his face, as well as one of the most adorable little curious looks at both the men in his office and him, as he stood protectively by Dazai's side.
"And can your secretary leave, perhaps?" The man that requested this meeting asked, causing him to frown.
Secretary? Secretary? Atsushi was more than that. He was smart, he was Dazai's shield, his white reaper, his angel of death and doom, his one and only bringer of joy and his adorable right hand.
The tiger next to him flinched, as one of the men in the office dared snarl at him about the mess he created.
Before anyone could blink , he shot the man dead on the spot.
" What are you doing?!" Their boss screeched, as he slammed his hands on the desk, with Atsushi immediately moving between him and Dazai, but the brunet simply brought a single hand up, making the tiger take a step back and bite his lip worriedly.
He shot the other goon as well, just as a little bit of a warning.
" Never raise your tone in my office." He smiled, softly, as red coated his expensive leather couch.
"And never , ever, even try to look at the white reaper wrong in my presence."
The man growled, and raised his gun as well, but at Atsushi of all people.
He couldn't allow that. Somebody so disgusting, daring to even reach for his star.
Killing that guy would be too kind. So, he slowly stood up, eyes half lidded and movement careful, as he stared the boss down and watched his hand tremble.
There was one rule in this world of theirs. Dazai's enemies' biggest mistake was being Dazai's enemies.
And this man knew that very well, if his shaky body backing off as if Dazai was the one pointing the gun at him, was anything to go by.
"Put that toy away." The man's gun flanked to the ground, as Dazai's doors came open once again, his dog walking inside like an angry chihuahua, red hair thrown in a ponytail as usual, as he grabbed the man by the coat.
"Do not kill him. I have a very fun plan for him." He smiled, sarcasm dripping off his tongue, eyes cold and angry, as he stared at the man who seemed like he was about to cry. Good.
"Fuckin' fine. This is the last time I'm letting yo u have meetings with other groups I swear." Chuuya mumbled under his breath, as he dragged the man away, and left him and Atsushi alone with the two corpses.
"I'm sorry." The tiger muttered, eyes stuck on the floor, making him frown. That won't do. Why was his sweetheart apologising?
"Look, they're dead and that guy is gonna wish he was as well!" He cheerfully beamed, as he kicked one corpse off of his couch, making the boy look up at him again.
"But…you got your couch dirty."
Dazai blinked. Then, laughed.
Because really.
Seriously?
The boy wasn't sorry that people died because of him, but he was sorry that Osamu's couch got dirty.
"It's bloody, it's doomed. Whatever." The brunet shrugged, as he stepped on the corpse and reached out towards his cute little beast, watching as Atsushi's eyes connected with the couch and then back to him.
"Not like I can't afford a new one."
Because what were the perks of being a mafia boss if not to spoil himself and his favourite subordinates?
"Now, come here." Dazai purred, as he grinned and grabbed Atsushi, pulled him closer, into his side, inhaling the sweet scent that left him hooked. "I wanna cuddle my favourite little kitty!" He could feel Atsushi blush in his hold.
"Uhm…we'll get dirty." The boy muttered into his chest, which to be fair was rather true.
"Good point." He shrugged, as he allowed the boy to escape his hold. For now.
"Don't want you touching that filth, god knows what kind of STDs they had." The brunet grimaced as he glared at the corpses for wasting his precious time.
"Can I bring you to my bedroom instead, reaper?" As usual, the boy nodded quietly, a cute little blush covering his cheeks.
Gods, Atsushi was his favourite addiction.
From the sweet scent, to the pliant body and to the meek behaviour that left him wanting to play with the boy as if he were a doll.
As he walked out of the office, with the cleanup crew already heading inside, with the boy in his embrace, he imagined what they'd do now.
He only ever cuddled the boy, spent hours inhaling his sweet scent, kissed his cheek, hair, and every inch of him so far and no matter how hot and heavy either of them got, he'd never lay his finger on his cute little kitty.
But that would perhaps change tonight. Because, he just couldn't control himself. And by the way that his lovely little beast shuddered in his hold and bit his lip, he knew that the boy might be wondering how far Dazai might go as well.
He knew that Atsushi liked him. Atsushi was obsessed with pleasing him. Different kind of obsession than Osamu's, of course, but still a rather strong one.
As they finally arrived to his private room, one at the PM's building, the headquarters to be exact, he lead that lithe body and laid it down on his bed, watching Atsushi's chest rise and fall with a hazy look.
Atsushi didn't usually talk much. He was silent and cold, mostly because that's how he thought he was wanted, not realizing that Dazai loved him both quiet and loud, angry and calm, in every possible and even impossible way.
But he was so pretty, so utterly beautiful, in his bedroom, on his bed, to the point where Osamu felt like he was captivated by his looks, by those two toned eyes, by that choker around his neck and his rather handsome features.
With Atsushi, he never felt alone. Not even in silence, not even when the boy fell asleep, and even now, as he kicked his bloody shoes off, threw his coat somewhere across the room, before he crawled in next to Atsushi, pulled him close and took a deep breath.
"I don't know what compelled them to upset my little tiger." He spoke as he laid his head on Atsushi's chest and leaned up to the smallest bits of skin exposed on his throat.
"But I do know that man is going to pay for pulling a gun at you ." The words sent shivers down Atsushi's spine, or perhaps it was Osamu's tongue, poking out and running across the sweet tasting flesh.
"Maybe if he pulled it at me, he would've gotten the pleasure of leaving with just that arm broken." Atsushi's hand came up to his hair hesitantly, which is when he brought it down atop the brown nest on his head and leaned into his small head pats.
"But now…oh, what wonderful ideas I've got for him." The man spoke, as he looked at the soft little blush on his face.
"It's fine, really. I don't want you to have to dirty your hands for me." Atsushi mumbled, as he turned to him, body flush against body, hands around Dazai, clinging to him, holding him close.
"Atsushi-kun's so sweet and gentle, even towards such scum." Osamu sighed, before he glared.
"I don't like it."
And truly, he did not like it. He hated it. Nobody deserved Atsushi's kindness, nobody deserved his sweet words, nobody deserved to even look at him.
"Sorry…?" The sweet little doll mumbled, as he cuddled up to Dazai and stared up at him with those apologetic eyes.
"No, baby, don't apologise." He frowned, as he caressed the soft face and leaned up to kiss one perfect cheek.
"I'm not angry with you. I just don't want you to be kind to anyone but me." The brunet explained, tried to explain his insanity, possessiveness, and utter adoration of the boy.
"They don't deserve it. Honestly, neither do I." The brunet smiled, and just before the boy could chime in and disagree with the last bit, he finally broke the last boundary between them.
And kissed him.
Just brushed their lips together, and Osamu was never a religious man, but he found his piece of heaven in that single brush.
Atsushi's lips were soft, they were warm, they were tasty, and so, so addicting. He almost couldn't will himself to pull back. He started shaking from the intensity of the feeling running down his back.
"But I have you nonetheless and I'm never letting you go, Atsushi-kun."
The tiger licked his lips, almost as if trying to taste Dazai on them, and that was all it took, for him to lean in and slip his tongue inside of those delicious lips.
He licked up into it, allowed his hands to run down Atsushi's back, under his shirt, and up his bare spine, shivering as if he was the one who was getting touched.
Those warm hands went to his cheek, and pushed away a single strand of brown as they made out, making Dazai moan into the kiss, push his knee between those slim, long, gorgeous legs that he will spend hours adoring with his lips.
As they pulled back, he panted, as if he just ran a marathon, as if he spent years without water and just got a small little droplet, like he dropped down an impossible to survive height, and he stared.
Stared and stared and stared yet couldn't get enough of the boy's beauty.
Atsushi was blushing, more than ever, lips open and kissed red, his eyes were wide and breath shallow, his hair was in his face and his hands were still hanging onto Dazai as if Osamu was a life line.
"For you, I'd shoot anyone. Anything. " He breathed, as he kissed the boy's lips again, pulling back the slightest bit.
"Whoever, whatever dares look at you wrong, dares even breathe in your direction, I'd end them immediately." Osamu spoke against his lips, running his own over them once more.
"God forbids that they raise their filthy hand at you." Atsushi shuddered again and kissed him this time, desperately.
"I feel the same way, Dazai-san." The boy sighed, not knowing the weight, the significance of his words, nor the effect that they've had on Osamu's sliping sanity.
" Atsushi-kun ," He whined, groaned, as he rubbed the tiger's crotch with his knee.
"I hate, despise it when I see anyone look at you in the way I do, if I had it my way the fucking world would be gone ." Osamu's knee pushed up further against Atsushi, feeling the boy grow under it, as he shivered.
"Just us. Nobody but us." The words were breathy and needy, they were utterly adoring as he obsessively pulled Atsushi closer trying to hide him from eyes that didn't exist in the room, have him all to himself, now and forever.
He got atop his little tiger and slotted between two pale legs, fingers going for the knife in his pocket to make the process faster.
Atsushi shuddered underneath him, as the tip of the blade pressed against his turtle neck and slid down, making it fall apart and reveal ghostly, porcelain flesh that he immediately covered with his lips and fingertips.
"I'll do anything for you." He sighed, as he kissed the boy's stomach, with Atsushi leaning up closer to his lips, shirt falling even more apart, making him grab it and rip it off the skinny body, looking up at Atsushi once the boy grabbed his hair with both of his hands.
"You don't have to do anything."
Atsushi's eyes almost seemed black as the tiger stared down at him, lips wet and bitten bloody, from the boy's own teeth.
"I'm already yours."
Something broke. The few grams of sanity that he had left finally evaporated and he was gone.
Suddenly, all too sudden, Atsushi was bare and crying from pleasure, he was in between the plump gorgeous thighs and he was sucking on the inner parts, biting into the soft flesh almost needily.
" Dazai-san, Dazai, san! " The boy kept on sobbing, his hard, throbbing cock weeping with precum, as Osamu continued to adore his flesh.
"You've already waited so long. Can you wait just a bit more, darling thing?" He asked, softly, panting, breath harsh and face still between those legs as the boy nodded and buried his face in his hands to avoid being too loud.
"Perfect. Perfect. So perfect." He purred, before diving back between those thighs and leaving more hickies in the flesh, going to the boy's crotch next and licking up the length, seeing Atsushi's eyes roll back and legs spread even more, drawing a needy, high pitched sound out of him as he ground down on the sheets simply to keep himself from going insane.
He was so hard it hurt. But it hurt in the best ways possible.
Because now that Atsushi was here, under him, now that he finally decided to grant himself this meal, he could take his time with it.
Why would he hurry it up, why would he want this to end that fast?
He wanted to do this until sunrise. And then sunset.
And then sunrise again.
So, he spent an hour blowing his little darling, suckling on his length, until he couldn't breathe, then pulling back and instead focusing on his thighs and stomach, then going back in, jerking off the base, licking the tip, scratching a bit with his nails just to hear Atsushi stifle a scream of his name.
He'd do it all over again, in a cycle, occasionally coming up to kiss his little kitty until the boy was nothing but a sobbing, gorgeous mess underneath him.
And gods, Atsushi was one beautiful mess.
His tears were equally as beautiful and as delicious as his smile, his nails felt so, so good as they dug inside of Dazai's back and shoulders, and his thighs squeezed so perfectly around Dazai's head, trying to keep it between them.
It was driving him insane.
"Please, pleasepleaseplease !" Atsushi frantically cried, as he began trembling like a leaf, cock red and skin littered in Osamu's marks, which made him let out a whiny noise of his own.
"What do you want?" He asked, as he licked his lips, getting a look of utter desperation.
"Anything."
That was dangerous. Dangerous indeed.
His breath shallow, blade sharp and eyes even sharper, as that hyper focused mindset came to him, a different kind of euphoria than any drugs could give him suddenly wrecking through his body as he took off the boy's pants and left him half bare down below him, looking like the most exquisite painting.
The only way he could describe the bubbling feeling under his veins was obsession. Utter and real hyperfixation, perhaps one that left him overwhelmed and yet craving more.
He wanted it all, wanted all of Atsushi, his tears, his body, his mind, his soul, his touch, his love, his hatred, his care, his worry, his care, his affection, he wanted everything the boy had, everything the boy was, and he never wanted the boy to get noticed by the rest.
He would rather carve out everyone's eyes, than have their lustful, disgusting eyes running down his possession.
And Atsushi knew that. Yet he was still here, driving Osamu even more insane, urging him to try and possesse every single bit of him.
Dazai might be holding a chain, leashed around Atsushi's neck.
But Nakajima was the one to link rhee chains together and connect them to the collar around his neck.
Willingly.
And that was the most bone chilling part of their sick little love story.
Love wasn't strong enough of a word to describe everything he felt for the boy.
Worship. Yeah, perhaps that.
If Atsushi was anything to him, it'd be a deity. A religion. Something that must be adored and prayed to.
So, Osamu began his ritual, by slowly leaning in and kissing his lips, letting the tiger taste himself on his tongue, hand going to the soft one.
He kissed Atsushi until he felt like he appropriately worshipped the gentle lips, and let Atsushi taste his devotion.
Then, as they broke off, he brought his own fingers to his lips and used their fused saliva to coat the three digits with the substance that he'd use instead of lube.
Then, between the thighs, his hand went.
And that's when everything snapped and Atsushi finally got overwhelmed enough to forget how to keep himself silent.
For a moment, as he watched the boy moan and twist his body, as he continued to finger him, he felt like he couldn't breathe.
The sounds that met his ears were angelic, more so than the song of the most alluring of sirens, with a face prettier than beauty itself, and insides tighter and warmer than any crevice Dazai ever entered, Atsushi felt like he was made for Osamu.
"I adore you." He whispered, watching Atsushi's eyes come to his own.
"Please…" Atsushi let out, as if on repeat.
And of course, he couldn't make the angel under him beg. If anything, he should be the one begging.
"This'll hurt. But can you try and put up with it for a bit?" He asked, as he took his fingers out, feeling the legs under him spread as far as humanly possible, inviting him between them.
"You could slit my throat and it wouldn't hurt." Fuck . God. Fuck.
Although Osamu was pretty sure that he would burn the world before ever raising his hand against Atsushi, the words were enough to make him spiral.
Before he knew it, his hand went for his zipper.
Before he could think about going slow, his hard dick was in his hand, and he was giving it two jerks, to simply keep it as hard as possible.
And before Atsushi could get a good look at it, he carefully linked his cock up with the soft puffy hole, and took a deep breath.
Before he shoved it in.
" Dazai-san! " The boy screamed, nails digging into Dazai's back and legs around his waist, as the boy threw his head back.
The feeling was….something else.
Tight. So goddamn fucking tight. So warm, so good, that it made him dizzy.
His world was spinning, his heart beating out of his chest and his world went white for a second.
God, Atsushi really was made for him. For him and only him.
His name was the best when it left those bloody lips and his cock was moulded for those snug inside that kept on spasming around him.
"You feel so good," He let out, hips thrusting by themselves, hand going to Atsushi' thigh and blinking it around his waist as he leaned down and kissed those perfect lips, feeling the boy moan into his mouth as they made out.
"I just got inside of you, and I'm already about to cum." He got out, through a breathy chuckle.
But what wasn't funny was the lip bite from the boy, with Atsushi's face looking almost awestruck at the words, as if Dazai was promising him all the money and game in the world and not telling him that he'd cum prematurely inside of him.
That made it really hard to hold back.
"Atsushi-kun, that's no fair.I can't stop myself from cumming if you look at me like that!" He whined, as he started actually thrusting, one hand pulling Atsushi's leg over his shoulder, as the boy arched his back and exposed his throat, throwing Osamu one of the most erotic looks he's ever seen.
"Then don't. Cum inside of me. Use me." Atsushi got out, between pants of air, body rocking back and forth, utterly content with being used as nothing but a fleshlight.
"I'm yours anyways."
His vision blurred at the words, as he dug his nails inside of the pale leg and made it bleed.
"Mine. Mine indeed. All mine. All mine. " He mumbled, thrust between each sentence, hard deep ones.
Ones that ground against Atsushi's prostate. And ones that left his baby crying out in pleasure.
"Made to take my cock. Look at you…" He whispered, tone quiet, as he picked the boy up, making him choke out a confused whine, as he switched their positions, with Atsushi on top of him and him laying down on his back, the angle much , much deeper than before.
"Devine. Breathtaking." He sighed, as he pulled the boy up, and dropped him down, watching him fall down onto him, atop his chest, the friction and the closeness of their bodies making both of them lose their shit, seemingly.
"Want everyone to know that you're mine." Dazai growled, as he pulled the boy up by his hips then slammed him down on his cock and made him bounce, eyes analysing the pretty face as Atsushi desperately held onto his chest and scratched down, his shredded shirt coming down his shoulder, each bit of skin looking as beautiful as the moon, his eyes the sun and body the definition of perfection, right there right on top of him.
"That if they dare look at you, I'll carve their eyes out." The brunet moaned, as he leaned up, the slightest bit, just to breathe in that addicting smell of lilacs that seemed to be rubbed all atop Atsushi's silky skin.
"That if they dare raise their tone, I'll rip their tongue out and strangle them with it." Osamu got out, as Atsushi began bouncing by himself, up and down, with great effort, thighs shaking, and face leaning closer to Dazai's, asking, no, pleading for a kiss.
And how could he allow his God to beg him , but a simple beggar, for anything, let alone a thing as simple as a kiss?
So, he leaned in again and took the lips with his own, kissed Atsushi hard as he continued to fuck up into his ass, feeling the boy tighten around him, feeling Atsushi cum around him, as the boy sobbed into the kiss and harshly scratched his clothed chest, before they pulled back, with the tiger crying from overstimulation.
"I'm so close. Can you take it for me?" He asked, out of breath and needy, of that ecstasy of an orgasm that he could feel coming.
"Yes, anything, I can take anything for you," Atsushi cried out, tears staining his cheeks, making his skin even more glowy.
"Fuck. I love you." Osamu couldn't help but mumble, feeling Atsushi tighten around him, with a look of shock and bashfulness, which did it for him.
He shoved it inside of his holy grail and came, hard and intense.
It took him five minutes to come back down from his height. And it took Atsushi ten, to finally stop sobbing, as he fell down Dazai's chest weakly, still twitching in his hold.
"You did so well, reaper. So good." He mumbled gently, running his fingers through the white locks of hair and feeling Atsushi kiss his bandaged neck as gently as the boy could.
"I love you, Dazai-san." His sweetheart whispered, as they pulled back to look at one another, which drew a shudder out of him.
"I adore you." He smiled back, as he pulled the boy's sweaty body closer.
That night, he didn't pull out. Even in the morning, even as Chuuya came inside to tell him that he needed to get off his ass and come into work.
Instead, as the redhead came in, he decided to traumatize him even more.
As soon as he heard the soft steps, he woke his sweet little thing up, by gently grinding inside of his body, smiling as the tiger blinked himself awake, mewling softly in his embrace like a real kitten would, as he nuzzled into his throat to hold back from making too much noise, with Osamu's arms coming around his waist, hands atop his ass, spreading him open and his cock fucking up the cum from last night as deep as he humanly could.
And when Chuuya entered, instead of being bashful of his glance, he simply looked at the man with a smile, as he continued to thrust up into his beast, blinking innocently.
As he watched the executive turn on his heel and slam the doors closed, he couldn't help but chuckle quietly, hand going under the ripped shirt and trailing Atsushi's body.
"What, was someone," The tiger began, as he pulled away from Osamu's neck, face flushed and embarrassed, as they stared at each other.
"Nope. Now, come here and let me taste those sweet lips, Atsushi-kun!" He cheerfully beamed, feeling the tiger's suspicion radiate off of him, but the boy, as usual, obeyed, no questions asked, as they continued their sex crazed adventure all through the day.
This time with zero interruptions.