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“I can’t believe this is finally over!”
Chuuya shut the door behind them with a loud bang, immediately leaning against it and letting out a tired sigh. His body felt like it was ten times heavier than usual, his head pounding. He hasn’t felt so exhausted in a long time. All that running around the prison, following that rat’s commands, pretending to be his obedient puppet. That was exhausting not only physically but mentally too. His clothes were still a little damp from that fake drowning he did, and he couldn’t wait to finally change his clothes and get those fucking fangs out of his mouth.
“Already tired, Chuuya? Getting old, I see.”
Dazai’s annoyingly cheerful voice made him wince. That bastard couldn’t keep his mouth shut even when he was bleeding and suffering from a broken leg. Ever since he’s got the antidote, he’s been oddly energetic, as if there was some stimulant there. Or maybe it was the remnants of the adrenaline in his blood after everything that happened. Although his broken leg was probably hard to ignore if the first thing Dazai did when they walked into the apartment was slump down on the floor.
“Shut up, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” Chuuya snarled at him as he finally pushed himself away from the door and into the hall. “Better use all that energy of yours to go and take a shower. You reek of blood.”
Dazai let out an offended sound.
“And whose fault is that?!”
“It was your plan.” Chuuya deadpans, turning around to see Dazai actually pouting at that.
“Exactly! My brilliant plan that I’ve conducted with my genius brain, and I don’t even get any praise,” Dazai retorts as he follows Chuuya into the bedroom. “How about Oh, Dazai, you’ve been so brave and smart, you’re a hero! You can even use your rich girl voice, that’d be highly appreciated-”
His speech was cut off with a towel shoved into his face.
“Shut the fuck up before I kick you out of here. It’s my apartment after all.” Dazai opened his mouth to retort but Chuuya cut him off again. “Dazai, I’m being serious. I’ve had enough of your shit for today.”
Dazai looked at him like he’s got a lot more to say but eventually decided that it’d be better to actually be silent for now. He wouldn’t want to end up on the streets tonight, especially when the whole French government was looking for him. And, he must admit, he actually kind of stinks right now, so a shower wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Chuuya could finally relax when the bathroom door had closed, and he heard the sound of running water. He walked to the kitchen, immediately opening the cabinet. He really needed a drink right now.
This apartment was one of the many ones he had all around the world. He hasn’t been to France for quite a while, so naturally the place was a little dusty and had no food. He wasn’t sure if he had any will or strength to go to the grocery store right now and, considering that they’re wanted criminals, leaving the apartment wouldn’t be too smart. He was surprised they even managed to get here in the first place because he had to almost carry Dazai on himself the whole way with how much he was whining and howling about his leg.
Chuuya poured himself a glass of wine, taking a sip and immediately wincing in annoyance at the way his fake fangs scratched his tongue a bit. He was thinking of using his ability to take them off but with that he was actually risking losing his actual teeth, which he obviously didn’t want. With an exasperated sigh he put the glass down and tried to pull on the fangs again. No result, as expected.
“Need help with that?”
Dazai stood in the doorway, hair wet and dripping on the towel around his shoulders. He was wearing nothing but an old bathrobe, which was obviously Chuuya’s with how short it was on the man.
“That was a quick shower you had. No wonder you stink most of the time,” Chuuya said, completely ignoring the question he asked. “I doubt you even washed anything there.”
“If Chuuya’s so concerned about it, he can check for himself.”
The words were whispered right next to his ear, sending goosebumps down his spine. Chuuya whirled around, finding himself standing face to face with the taller man. Dazai was hunching down to look him in eyes, a nasty grin on his lips.
“Shut up.” Chuuya muttered.
Before Chuuya could take a step back, Dazai reached out his hand and gripped his jaw, holding him in place.
“Just let me take a look, maybe I can help.” He said, letting his thumb brush over Chuuya’s upper lip, revealing the sharp fangs.
Chuuya let out an exasperated sigh but relaxed, letting Dazai do whatever he wants. After all, this whole thing was starting to get on his nerves really bad, so he was ready to grasp any opportunity to get rid of the alien object in his mouth, even if the opportunity was this jerk’s prying hands.
Dazai brushed his fingertip over the sharpest part of the fang and then abruptly tugged on it with so much force that Chuuya yelped in surprise. He smacked Dazai’s hand away, taking a step back.
“What the fuck are you doing?! You’re going to leave me with no teeth at all, asshole.” He screamed, checking the fang with his tongue. Surprisingly, it was actually a little loose now and he could feel the root of his actual tooth right where the plastic was glued to it.
“If Chuuya wasn’t such a frightful little dog, I’d pull it out in one go,” Dazai drawled, reaching out his hand to Chuuya’s face once again. “Come on, I’ll make it quick.”
Chuuya swatted his hand away.
“No, never again am I letting your hands anywhere near my mouth. I’m not so keen to lose my teeth, thank you very much. I’d rather go to the dentist and- Oi, you’re bleeding again!”
The cloth of the bathrobe was soaking blood red at Dazai’s right shoulder where Chuuya had shot him just a few hours ago. He had bandaged it back in the prison, but Dazai probably took all the bandages off while he was in the shower and didn’t bother to patch it back up.
“Well, it’s not my fault that Chuuya decided to go off-script and randomly shoot me. That was really painful you know!” Dazai whined, putting his hand over the bloody spot to stop the bleeding at least a little.
“It is exactly your fault, because you were the one who decided to make all those sappy speeches. I had a gun in my hand and your annoying face right in front of me. How could I miss the opportunity?”
“Chuuya’s so cruel!” Dazai whined again, putting that terribly fake heartbroken expression on his face.
Chuuya sighed, rubbing the spot between his eyebrows as if trying to erase all the wrinkles he’s going to have in the future because of this man. He walked over to the cabinet, trying to remember where exactly there was a first aid kit in this apartment. Luckily, he was thoughtful enough not to put anything as vital as this on the top shelves, so he didn’t have to use his ability to get it. He was relieved to find some bandages there, even though it obviously wasn’t enough to cover Dazai’s whole body like he usually does, but for now that’ll have to do. He took the bandages and some painkillers, silently moving to the bedroom with Dazai following right after.
He gestured for Dazai to sit on the bed, unwrapping the roll of bandages and sitting sideways on the bed so that he could inspect the wound more closely. It wasn’t the worst one Dazai has ever had but it was still an open wound that needed to be treated. They didn’t really have time to clean it back in the prison so there was a risk of it getting infected. While Chuuya was examining the wound, Dazai got rid of the bathrobe completely, exposing his bare, scarred chest that even Chuuya hasn’t seen often with all those bandages covering it up day and night. He was genuinely surprised to see that Dazai had put on some weight during his time in jail. He looked healthier, even his hair looked softer now, which was weird for someone who just got out of jail. As Chuuya’s gaze traced lower, he was thankful to find that Dazai had the decency to keep his underwear.
He could feel Dazai’s eyes on him, his attentive gaze pricking on his skin, following his motions as he started to clean the area around the wound. His hands, now completely exposed with no gloves on them, have been shaking a little as he treated the damaged skin. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of the nerves, or exhaustion, or something else but he was praying to all the gods that Dazai won’t comment on that. Thankfully, the man was too distracted with the pain to give out any snarky remarks. Despite the pain killers that Chuuya had given him, his face still grimaced in pain at some particularly rough touches, and his breath hitched when Chuuya started to tightly wrap the bandage around his shoulder. Looking at that pained expression on his face, Chuuya almost wanted to apologize for shooting him like that. Almost…
“Chuuya, did you miss me?”
A sudden question made Chuuya flinch a little, his fingers involuntarily tightening the knot a little too hard, making Dazai gasp in pain. Quickly loosening the knot once again, Chuuya glared at him with a tired look on his face.
“What kind of question is that?”
“But Chuuya,” Dazai started again, putting his hand over the freshly bandaged wound. “I’ve been gone for so long and there was no one to keep you company in that tacky apartment of yours! Chuuya must’ve been so lonely.”
“I have plenty of friends if you didn’t know. Besides, there was so much work, I didn’t even notice you were gone for so long. Honestly, it was kind of a relief, as if I finally got rid of an annoying mosquito.”
Dazai let out a dramatic gasp.
“Oh my God, Chuuya.” Suddenly Dazai’s face was way too close to his own, his lips almost brushing Chuuya’s reddened ear as he spoke, now quietly and slowly. “If you keep talking about those friends that kept you from loneliness while I was gone, I might as well get jealous.”
Chuuya wanted to retort but almost chocked on his words when he felt teeth scraping his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. Dazai’s slender fingers caught his chin, moving his hand to the side so they were practically brushing lips.
“Chuuya says he didn’t miss me,” Dazai whispered into his lips, his breath tangible on his skin. “But I missed you a lot.”
He moved his head a little, clearly going in for a kiss but before their lips could touch Chuuya jerked away, almost falling off the bed in the process. Dazai looked at him with a confused look on his face, something akin to hurt in his eyes. Chuuya immediately brushed that idea off.
“Stop-” He mumbled, feeling his cheeks burning. “Stop with those stupid games of yours.”
He scrambled out of the bed, hurriedly taking a few steps towards the door.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said before turning around to look at Dazai again.
As flirty as he was a few seconds ago, right now he looked a little lost. The look on his face resembled the one from Chuuya’s memories, back when they were kids. He looked at Chuuya as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Chuuya signed, running a hand through his tangled hair.
“You should try and get some sleep. You look exhausted.” He said, before leaving the room.
Hot showers always helped him clear his thoughts.
He was standing under the water, staring at the bluish tile in front of him for more than twenty minutes now. The events of today affected him more than he though they would. He still had some doubts about whether the anemic bastard had actually died. Yes, he’s seen his death with his own eyes, but he could never be sure with this kind of people.
Even though everything seemed to be over now, he couldn’t help the anxiety that was bubbling inside of him ever since they left the jail. He’s still got a ton of shit to do: he had to call the boss to check up on the other’s and find out how things at the airport played out, then he had to contact someone to pick them up and take them back to Yokohama. Not to mention that the whole police force of France was probably looking for Dazai right now.
But all of this was only ghosting at the back of his mind; his main problem was currently (hopefully) sleeping in his bedroom. He sighed, moving his hands up to rinse the shampoo from his hair. His tired brain couldn’t give him a second of peace. He kept coming back to what Dazai had said to him in the prison.
“Moments when our hearts reached out to each other…”
“Chuuya, come back to me.”
“Our destiny…”
Chuuya punched the wall in front of him with so much force, the tile shattered and fell onto the floor.
Why was he so affected by those words? He knew damn well it was all just an act and Dazai didn’t actually mean any of it, but he kept wondering what he would say about their “destiny” if he hadn’t shoot him prematurely. They talked about Dazai making emotional speeches for better effect, but he didn’t think he’d say stuff like that. Chuuya didn’t know whether he was supposed to laugh or cry.
Letting out a heavy sigh Chuuya finally turned off the water. He dried his hair with a towel and looked at himself in the fogged-up mirror. He opened his mouth, trying to push the fangs off with his tongue but they didn’t move even a little. Trying to suppress the growing irritation, he put on a loose shirt and a pair of clean boxers before leaving the bathroom.
As expected, Dazai wasn’t sleeping yet. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at the window, full moon casting down blue light on his tired features. Chuuya leaned on the doorframe.
“Why aren’t you asleep?”
Dazai startled, clearly lost in his thoughts. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes almost black in the darkness of the room. His gaze was locked on Chuuya’s frame for a while. Then he smiled, a smile so soft and genuine Chuuya almost didn’t believe his own eyes.
“Can’t sleep.” He finally answered, turning back to the window.
Chuuya raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“You’re still not sure whether the rat is dead?”
“What? No, I preferred not to think about it for now.” He lowered his head, dropping it in his hands. Then he sighed, looking at Chuuya once again. “Are you mad at me or something?”
Chuuya scoffed.
“Well, aren’t you a genius? Can’t you figure it out yourself with that big brain of yours?”
“I can never be sure with you.”
The way Dazai looked at him, the way his voice sounded so rarely genuine made Chuuya give up the act. He walked over to the bed, carefully sitting at Dazai’s side. They sat like that for a while, Dazai’s eyes never leaving Chuuya’s face while he was staring at the night sky. Then Chuuya finally spoke.
“What you said back there…” He started, not really sure where he was going with it. “About our destiny and stuff. I don’t know, it was just a little-”
“Too much?” Dazai interrupted before he could finish his thought. “Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t want to freak you out or anything.”
“Freak me out?” Chuuya stared at him in confusion. “No, no, that’s not what I mean by that. I wasn’t freaked out, it’s just that you never said this kind of stuff to me before, so I guess I started to overthink a little. I know it was just an act, so it doesn’t matter-”
“Chuuya.” Suddenly Dazai grabbed his hand, pulling him a little more to his side so that they were face to face again. “What do you actually want to ask me?”
Chuuya looked at his face, his dark eyes glinting with something he couldn’t quite decipher. The look on Dazai’s face was strange but somehow comforting, letting Chuuya relax and gather his thoughts. He squeezed Dazai’s hand in his before he spoke.
“What you said back there… About our destiny. What would you say if I haven’t shot you?”
Dazai looked at him with eyes wide open, clearly not expecting this kind of answer. He blinked at Chuuya, looking at him as if he just spoke a foreign language. Suddenly the room was filled with uncontrollable laughter.
“Oh God, Chuuya!” Dazai croaked in between fits of laughter. “So that’s what’s been bothering you? I can’t believe- Hahaha”
Chuuya stared at him with eyes wide open, pure indignation on his face. Before Dazai could mock him more, he raised his fist and punched him harshly in his healthy arm.
“Ow, what did I do?!” Dazai screamed, his laughter ceasing immediately. He wanted to say something else but stopped the second he saw an actual hurt look on Chuuya’s face.
“Son of a bitch,” Chuuya muttered, lowering his head in embarrassment. “And I thought we could be honest with each other for once.”
He made a move to get up but a pair of arms around his waist quickly put him back on his place.
“Oi, let me go, you-”
Warm soft lips were pressing against his own, making him swallow all the curses he had on his tongue. Dazai’s hands pulled him closer by the waist, reducing the distance between them to a minimum. The kiss was tender, their lips moving lazily against each other, making Chuuya melt into the other’s arm. And right when he was about to give up and let himself go, Dazai pulled away.
“What are you-”
“Chuuya.” Dazai ran his thumb over the tender skin under Chuuya’s eye, cupping his cheek to make him look into his eyes. “I’m sorry for laughing, I really am. I just really didn’t expect you to think so much about that.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes, once again trying to get away but was pulled back by the hands on his waist.
“Wait, wait, that’s not what I meant.” Dazai started again, holding him tighter now. “Yes, everything there was an act, but what I was saying was true!”
Chuuya looked at him with unimpressed expression on his face.
“Oh, come, I mean it! What I wanted to say was that you and I are destined to be together because our love is so strong and then maybe have a double suicide cause only death can keep us apart-”
His speech was cut off by Chuuya’s hand pressing against his mouth.
“Why are you such a-” Chuuya shook his head in exasperation but still couldn’t hold back a giggle. “God, I hate you.”
Dazai held his wrist, carefully pulling it away from his mouth and brushing his lips over the little scar on the skin there.
“I love you too, Chuuya.”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Chuuya’s lips were covering his own. This time the kiss was rough, all bites and tongue. Chuuya couldn’t hold back a moan when his tongue brushed against Dazai’s, sending shivers down his spine. He let his fingers tangle in the brown strands, tugging at them at every particularly harsh bite.
Chuuya gasped when he felt a cold hand under his shirt, tracing down to his abdomen.
“Wait, your injuries-” He tried to protest, but Dazai quickly shut him up with his lips again.
“I’ve had worse.” Dazai muttered under his breath, his fingers moving to brush over his nipples. Chuuya let out a shaky moan.
“But-”
“Chuuya.” The way Dazai said his name, voice low and hoarse, almost intimidating, made Chuuya throb in his underwear. “I haven’t had sex in almost two months now. Moreover, I couldn’t even jerk off in that fucking prison, having that rat always watching my moves. And now you’ve been ignoring me the whole night and I can’t take it anymore. Just let me have you now. Please.”
Chuuya really couldn’t resist when he begged so sweetly, so he just nodded, quickly moving so that he was sitting on Dazai’s lap while he tried to take his shirt off. When the shirt was out of the way, Dazai immediately lowered his head to lap on the perky pink nipples. Chuuya whimpered, the pleasure way to sudden for his unprepared body going right to his dick. He could already feel himself hardening as his boxers were starting to irritate the sensitive tip.
He let his hands wander down Dazai’s almost naked body, the only barrier for him being his underwear. He pulled back the edge of it, releasing his hardening dick. He stroked it a few times, making Dazai let out a few groans before getting off his lap and dropping on his knees right in front of his crotch. He pulled back his boxers, taking it off completely. Chuuya swallowed as he looked at Dazai’s length. He probably will never get used to that size.
Chuuya gave the tip a few licks before he moved his lips over the whole shaft, placing little kisses all over the sensitive skin. Dazai threw his head back, making quiet sounds as Chuuya moved back to his tip and ran his tongue over the slit. Dazai’s hips jerked to meet the warm tongue, but it was already gone.
“Chuuya.” Dazai whined, his fingers tangling in the red locks, bringing his face closer to his dick.
He didn’t have to ask twice before Chuuya wrapped his lips around the head, slowly swallowing down inch by inch. He tried to take it slow, but it was hard with the hand in his hair pulling him further onto the cock. His eyes prickled with tears when he felt the massive tip press at the back of his throat. He swallowed around it, trying to breathe through his nose and suppress his gag reflex.
Chuuya didn’t give head very often, so it was still hard for him to take the whole length. Dazai tugged him by his hair, only leaving the head of his cock lie heavily on Chuuya’s tongue. When he managed to catch his breath, he nodded and Dazai moved his head again, sheathing his cock into his throat in one go.
Chuuya’s hands gripped at Dazai’s thighs, trying to get some leverage as he fucked his tight throat more roughly with each thrust.
“Fuck, baby, you’ve got the best throat in the world.”
Chuuya darted an angry glare at him and at the same moment Dazai yelped in pain. He let go off his hair, eyes a little more aware from the pain. Chuuya pulled away, trailing the sharp ends of the fake fangs with his tongue.
“It’d be wiser not to compare my throat to any other while I still have these things in my mouth, don’t you think?”
Dazai gulped at the thought.
“Fuck, I forgot about them.” He drawled, throwing his head back again. “Alright, I’ll be quiet from now on, just please give me back that pretty mouth of yours.”
Chuuya rolled his eyes but still moved back into the place between his legs, letting Dazai grip his hair and fuck his throat again.
The room was filled with choking noises as Dazai moved Chuuya’s head back and forth non-stop, not even letting him catch his breath now. A string of saliva was running down Chuuya’s chin and neck, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the thick cock fucking his throat. Tears were streaming down his cheeks but neither he nor Dazai cared about it. Chuuya own dick was starting to be painfully hard in his boxers, but he wanted to make Dazai come first with his throat before they move further.
Chuuya let out a sigh of relief when Dazai’s hips started to be more chaotic in their movements, indicating his upcoming releasing. He swallowed around the length, trying to milk the orgasm out of him faster. Pretty soon Dazai let out a loud moan, his hand in Chuuya’s hair tightening and pushing him even closer to his groin so that Chuuya’s nose was buried in his pubic hair. Chuuya choked when the dick went further, filling him completely and releasing his orgasm right down his throat.
He furrowed his brows at the slightly bitter taste, but he didn’t have any other choice than to swallow it all. His orgasm lasted for quite some time and when it was finally over Chuuya almost ran out of air. As soon as it was over Dazai let out a satisfied moan, pulling his softening dick out of his mouth and releasing his hair.
Chuuya went into a coughing fit immediately after his mouth was free. He rested his head on Dazai’s thigh, trying catch his breath as he felt long, careful fingers tenderly massaging his scalp. When he got back to his senses, he reached out for Dazai’s face, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss again.
Chuuya yelped in surprise when he was abruptly flipped over on his back with Dazai settling between his thighs. He didn't even notice that he managed to take off his boxers until he felt a hand around his cock, stroking it slowly and making him moan. The hand was gone pretty soon along with Dazai's weight on him.
"Do you think you have lube here?" He asked, gently stroking the soft skin of Chuuya's inner thighs.
"Umm..." Chuuya tried to remember but his mind was too foggy. "Try checking the shelves under the sink in the bathroom."
Dazai jumped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom as fast as he could with his broken leg. While waiting for him to come back, Chuuya stroked himself lazily, trying to be patient. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief when he felt Dazai’s weight on his body again, his lips fluttering over his bare neck.
“Less than a half left.” He said, demonstrating a bottle of lube in his hand. “What were you even doing here?”
Chuuya rolled his eyes.
“Shut up and be quick with it or I’m gonna fall asleep.”
Dazai smirked at the words, squirting a generous amount of lube on his fingers and warming it up a little before pressing his middle finger into Chuuya’s hole. The first finger went in with almost no resistance thanks to the amount of lube on it, but Chuuya still grimaced at the feeling. After all, Dazai wasn’t the only one who didn’t have sex in a while.
He let Chuuya get used to the feeling, wiggling his finger inside his tight hole to loosen it up a bit more before pushing the second finger in. This time Chuuya hissed from the burning feeling at his rim.
“Relax.” Dazai whispered, peppering his neck with light kisses to distract him from unpleasant feeling.
Chuuya obeyed, relaxing is muscles down there and letting Dazai’s fingers sink in deeper. Before he could get used to the stretch, Dazai crooked his fingers inside of him, making him cry in surprise and jerk his hips to meet with the touch. His skilled fingers continued assaulting his prostate, making him whine and sob as he clenched around them. Soon the two fingers became three, but Chuuya didn’t even feel the stretch with the incessant thrusts into his prostate. The fingers inside of him made such obscene wet noises that he almost came just from that sound alone.
He'd think he was ready a long time ago but the fingers inside of him didn’t stop nor did they pull off. They just continued the assault on his sweet spot until he was reduced into a puddle of sobs and pleas. His hips jerked uncontrollably, as if unsure whether he wants to get away from the pleasure or take more.
“Dazai, ngh-” He managed to spell in-between hard thrusts. “If you keep doing that, I’ll, ah- I’m gonna come, no, wait-!”
It felt like Dazai didn’t even hear him, being so concentrated on pleasuring him with his fingers. At one point Chuuya’s breath hitched and he broke into a loud sob as his orgasm shook his whole body, leaving him limp and shivering all over when he calmed down from his high. Dazai carefully pulled out his fingers and gave Chuuya a quick kiss on the lips. He sat back on his knees and started to stroke himself while waiting for Chuuya to come back so that they could continue.
When Chuuya’s breath evened out, he nodded and Dazai quickly moved back to his place between his legs but was stopped with a hand on his chest.
“Wait.” Chuuya muttered as he sat down, wincing at the feeling of lube flowing out of him and onto the clean sheets. “Your leg.”
“What about it?”
“It’s broken, dumbass. You can’t strain it too much. Here, let me-”
In one swift motion he flipped them over so that he was straddling Dazai’s hips now.
“That’s better.”
He lifted his hips a little so that the head of Dazai’s cock was right at his entrance and then started to sit down, guiding the dick inside with his hand. The burn was there but thankfully it wasn’t as painful as he expected it to be after weeks of separation. He still was terribly slow in his movements, careful not to hurt himself with any unnecessary actions. Dazai under him was clenching his fists to restrain himself from sheathing his cock into the tight heat in one motion.
It felt like an eternity had passed when Chuuya finally felt Dazai’s pelvic bones against his hips. He started to bounce on his cock, lifting just a little bit before going back down. He kept a slow temp, moving lazily and shallowly on the cock, just enjoying the feeling of it dragging against his walls.
Dazai, on the other hand, couldn’t take that rhythm anymore. Lifting himself on his elbows he sat on the bed so that their chests were almost touching now with how close they were. Without any warning, he gripped Chuuya’s waist and hoisted him up so that only the head was left inside before dropping him down onto his hard length, making him clench in surprise. Chuuya cried out at the feeling of the cock brushing against his already overstimulated prostate, gripping Dazai by his wide shoulders, careful not to worry the wound on the right one.
The sound of skin slapping against skin soon filled the room, their moans so loud and unrestrained. Never before had Chuuya felt so happy that he had no neighbors on this floor. His hips however started to tire out pretty fast with the harsh temp they’ve maintained for a while and Dazai must’ve noticed that.
He flipped them over again, lying Chuuya down on his back as he once again spread his legs open and continued to thrust inside the welcoming heat.
“Wait,” Chuuya tried to say between harsh thrusts. “Your leg-”
“Don’t worry about it” Dazai replied, biting his earlobe, and letting out a loud moan right into his ear.
He never stopped moving his hips, his dick buried so deep inside of Chuuya he could swear it was at his throat. Every thrust sent shocks over his whole body, making him tremble with pleasure. His prostrate couldn’t catch a break as Dazai’s cock was nailing right into it with every movement of his hips.
Soon Chuuya felt a familiar twist in his stomach that made him move his hips even more eagerly. He chocked on a sob when Dazai’s thumb brushed over his nipple.
“Is that what you call a shallow bond, Fyodor?” Dazai muttered under his breath, smugness evident in his voice.
Chuuya rolled his eyes and kicked Dazai as hard as he could while still being roughly fucked.
“I swear to God, oh fuck, if you mention that rat one more time, you’re not just gonna be sleeping on the couch, you- ah, slow down, you’re gonna be sleeping in the streets, got it?”
“Whatever you say, love.”
Chuuya didn’t know whether it was the pet name or a particularly hard thrust but before he knew, he was coming all over his and Dazai’s chest. His orgasm was intense, and he couldn’t even hear Dazai’s voice through the noise in his ears. Soon he felt warmth spilling inside of him and then Dazai pulled out, lying next to him on his back and staring at the ceiling.
He traced his fingers over Chuuya’s bare chest before placing a surprisingly chaste kiss on his lips.
“You know, I actually meant it when I said that.”
“Said what?” Chuuya mumbled, already feeling sleepy.
“That I love you.”
Chuuya opened his eyes, casting a curious look on Dazai’s face. After a few seconds of scrutiny, he gave out a little smile, moving closer to put his head on Dazai’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“I love you too.”
“Aww,” Dazai drawled, his usual snark back on his face. “I didn’t know Chuuya was so romantic- Ow, oh my god, what the fuck was that!”
Chuuya was so startled by his sudden screams that he immediately sat back up, looking at Dazai with a worried look.
“What happened?!”
“My leg!” Dazai wailed in pain again.
“See?! I told you that you shouldn’t have strained it so much with-”
“No, I mean the other one!”
Dazai reached to his leg, pulling out a sharp object out of it. Upon seeing what exactly it was that got stuck in Dazai’s leg, Chuuya couldn’t hold his laughter.
“How did that even happen?” He wondered aloud, looking at a sharp fake fang in Dazai’s hand.
He traced the line of his teeth with his tongue, surprised to find out that one was still in his mouth.
“Argh, how do I get it out?!”
“Well,” Dazai looked at him mischievously, the expression on his face clearly stating that he’s about to say something stupid. “Considering the circumstances under which the first tooth fell out, I can conclude that we shall repeat it all over again to get rid of the second one.”
Chuuya felt his cheeks burn with irritation.
“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Dazai! That’s it, you’re sleeping on the couch!”
The room was filled with Dazai’s loud laughter.
He really missed this after all.