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The door opened with a bang.
Dazai jumped in his seat as a blur of red whipped past him straight to their wine cellar. Dazai put down the book he was reading as he sat up. He pursed his lips as he mentally went through what could’ve pushed the chibi to this extent today. According to Chuuya’s schedule, today was just boring meetings and training new recruits. Maybe the recruits were just really bad?
It wouldn’t do to just sit here and think. Dazai needed more clues. Thus, he set out to find the biggest one. A seething slug probably getting more pissed in the cellar.
“I swear to god Dazai I will end you!” came a screaming, scary voice.
Ah, thought Dazai. This probably wasn’t the best time to replace Chuuya’s wine with vinegar.
In his defence, Chuuya’s day was supposed to be really boring; he just wanted to spice it up a little.
Now he might face the consequences of his actions and die at the hands of a very powerful and angry chibi. To avoid that fate, Dazai simply ran.
He didn’t run for long before he was tackled to the ground.
“I am not in a good mood today so just accept getting beaten up through the night.” hissed Chuuya who was still very angry on top of him.
“Wait wait wait.” Dazai put up his hands in surrender. “I don’t particularly want to get beaten up.” He tried his best to bring out his puppy eyes.
“Well, I wanted to be drunk for the entire night, but we don’t all get what we want.” Chuuya said with an angry squint in his eyes.
“Chibi drinks too much anyway~ Why not try counting sheep?”
A punch landed near Dazai’s head. Chuuya leaned in closer and Dazai could see red webbing in very tired eyes.
Ah, thought Dazai, the picture filling with details.
He slowly brought a hand to rest on Chuuya’s cheek as he activated his ability.
Chuuya closed his eyes as he let out a sigh.
Bingo.
Chuuya opened his eyes again and while the anger was still there, it was greatly reduced.
“Shitty Dazai.” was all Chuuya said before he fell onto Dazai’s chest.
“Ah is chibi tired? Well, I better tuck him into bed then.” cooed Dazai, as he patted the ginger hair.
“No.” said Chuuya. “I still want to fucking throttle you.”
While Chuuya had impeccable control over his ability, Arahabaki did manage to occasionally slip out, especially when they hadn’t triggered Corruption in a while. Chuuya usually just dealt with it by exhausting his energy on the battlefield, since he was too proud to ask him for help. But things were different now.
“Hmm… how about an alternate suggestion?” mused Dazai.
He tugged on Chuuya’s head to face him and put on his sultriest expression.
“How about fucking me through the entire night instead?” Dazai asked, voice low and eyes lidded.
Chuuya’s eyes widened, before a slow grin crept up his face. He climbed up to hover his head above Dazai’s.
Dazai looked up at Chuuya’s confident face raising an eyebrow, seeming to ask if he could really take it. Dazai couldn’t help but let out a quiet whimper.
That seemed like an acceptable response.
Chuuya’s got up with Dazai in tow.
In a blur, Dazai found himself slammed against their bedroom wall. It was just like Chuuya to still insist on the bedroom no matter his urgency.
All thoughts quickly dissipated in Dazai’s head as Chuuya kissed him hard. Dazai’s long legs dangled loosely below him as Chuuya’s strong hands held him up as they roamed over his body, imprinting into his skin to linger forever.
Chuuya groaned as he sucked on his lips. He brought a hand up to his hair and pulled, just the way he liked it, to angle him into the kiss better. Dazai couldn’t help but moan at this, the sound encouraging Chuuya to further wrap himself around him.
He tried to reciprocate the passion and hunger Chuuya showered him with, yet all his brain could think about was Chuuya, Chuuya and Chuuya.
As Chuuya moved to suck on his neck, Dazai took in a long-awaited breath, only to immediately lose it as he felt a knee nudge between his legs. He could feel a smile as Chuuya moved down his neck.
Chuuya’s hands moved back down his body to untuck his work shirt as he slid warm fingers up his skin. He teased his waistband and dipped his fingers occasionally.
Dazai was heaving already, yet he couldn’t stop his chants of Chuuya’s name. It was the only word he currently knew, the only word that mattered to him.
Chuuya licked a strip up his neck to the back of his ear and Dazai let out a gasp. As Chuuya nibbled on his earlobe, Dazai brought his hands up to Chuuya’s shoulder as he couldn’t trust his knees anymore.
“…please” was all Dazai could get out.
Chuuya, who was slowly unbuttoning Dazai’s shirt slowed his hands.
“Please what?”
“Don’t tease me.” Dazai said breathily.
“Darling you were the one who suggested we go all night.” Chuuya whispered into his ear with a breathy smirk “It won’t be fun now if we end too quickly, will it?”
Dazai’s rational side was thinking about what he had gotten himself into. But the rational voice was too far gone to be heard in his brain. The only voice going through his brain was an echo of Chuuya’s voice. And it was getting him even harder than before.
Chuuya suddenly fixed him with a serious expression, his brilliant eyes clearing up “Remember our safe word right? Don’t you dare hold it in.”
Dazai’s brain was mush already. His increasing horniness coupled with Chuuya’s devotion was too much. He couldn’t come up with a good enough response so he just kissed Chuuya as if his life depended on it. He wasn’t sure how hyperbolic that was anymore.
The redhead was caught by surprise but quickly gathered his wits to reciprocate and took over again.
Dazai manoeuvred them to the bed, as he wasn’t sure how long he could stand anymore. They never once parted, having done this dance too many times to mess up. As Dazai felt the bed on his back he felt Chuuya’s hands pull his hips towards himself. They let out simultaneous groans, showing him that Chuuya wasn’t as unbothered as he made himself out to be.
Dazai’s shirt was swiftly removed and Chuuya mouthed along his collarbone above his bandages, hands groping his ass. Dazai could feel the warmth through the bandages and while he did enjoy the ravishing, he desperately wanted Chuuya closer. Dazai brought his hand to Chuuya’s trousers and tried to unbutton it.
“Ah we can’t have that.” Chuuya held his wrists firm to stop him. “You aren’t allowed to do anything today.”
Dazai whined, fingers clinging to Chuuya.
“Tsk, how desperate.” chided Chuuya, as he took both wrists into one hand and pushed them above Dazai’s head.
The other hand snaked to Dazai’s back and fiddled with the end knot of the bandages.
Chuuya made eye contact, the silent question he never asked out loud. Dazai simply nodded. It wasn’t like Chuuya had never seen him without his bandages, hell he had even taken them off many times before. Yet he always asked, every time. The sentiment occupied Dazai’s mind and he got so distracted he almost had a heart attack when he realised Chuuya was using the removed bandage to tie his wrists up to the bed.
Dazai’s mouth dried up as he gulped.
“Finally. Some peace.” Chuuya said with a grin, well aware of the effect this just had on the brunet. The confidence in Chuuya’s eyes did not help Dazai’s unravelling thoughts.
“…fuck”
“You like that?” mumbled Chuuya, who found new skin to worship.
As Chuuya peppered his scars with kisses and bites, he palmed Dazai through his trousers, which had Dazai moaning loudly with the much-awaited contact. It quickly stopped, to Dazai’s dismay, as Chuuya got up on his knees.
As Dazai’s desperate eyes followed the shorter man, he was met with a smirk, and that smirk carried a promise of more.
Chuuya slowly started taking his clothes off, and all Dazai could do was watch. And watch he did, drinking up the sight before him. The dull lighting from the streetlights outside wrapped the redhead in shades of shadows, highlighting his taut muscles and fine figure. His hair took on a richer red, similar to the wine he was so fond off, and all Dazai wanted to do was covet it. Although he would never admit it, it was this image that made him rethink some of his suicide attempts recently. If he had to go, it would be with Chuuya’s taste on his tongue.
Chuuya seemed to notice the attention and couldn’t help but slow down his actions.
“…fuck Chuuya. Please.” was all Dazai could let out as the teasing got too much for his brain to handle.
He wanted Chuuya. Needed him. Desperately
Chuuya let out a low chuckle, amused by how easily Dazai was giving in despite his bold claims earlier. But he wasn’t unaffected. Seeing Dazai squirm in his own bandages so desperate with needy eyes that followed every flex of every muscle on his body made him feel hot and bothered.
And so, pity and his own throbbing ache won and Chuuya practically ripped the rest of his clothes off.
Chuuya was on him before Dazai could even react.
As he returned to his artwork on Dazai’s neck, Dazai also heard the soft click of the lube bottle. Anticipation sent a full body shiver through his body.
Chuuya smirked as he continued marking up his chest, determined to leave no space uncovered while simultaneously preparing his fingers.
Dazai moaned breathily as all he could focus on was Chuuya’s lips searing kisses into his bones, before suddenly taking in a sharp breath.
Chuuya’s fingers were rimming his hole and before Dazai could catch his breath, he slid in two fingers.
Dazai’s back arched, soundless gasp stuck in his throat. Chuuya moved his free hand to stroke his side while moving to pepper kisses on Dazai’s abdomen.
Once the brunet caught his breath, he gave a slight nod to Chuuya, who was monitoring his face for any distress. With a final kiss to his stomach, Chuuya moved to his pebbled nipples, as he started slowly thrusting.
Dazai couldn’t hold back the loud moan that he let out, which fuelled Chuuya to go deeper. He curled his fingers just the way Dazai liked it as his tongue swirled around a nipple.
Dazai was such a mess he was close already. His moans got weaker and just as the knot in his stomach was going to burst, Chuuya stopped.
Desperate hands pulled at his restraints as he looked at Chuuya with a frantic expression.
Chuuya kissed Dazai’s forehead as he said “Come on now. You said you’ll go all night. The least you could do is come on my dick.”
Dazai tried to catch his breath as Chuuya leaned down to kiss the corners of his eyes with a smile.
Then, he got up on his knees again, but this time, he brought his hand around his own cock. Using the lube already on his fingers, he stroked himself, letting out a sigh of relief.
Dazai’s eyes were glued to Chuuya again but focusing on his hand this time.
Dazai suddenly wished his hands weren’t bound now, as he was now forced to watch this tantalising scene and couldn’t do anything about it. He desperately wanted to be the one touching Chuuya now, or at least, touching himself to the view. But all he could do was wait. Wait until Chuuya was feeling gracious.
Dazai looked up to see Chuuya’s eyes boring into him, the look in his eyes so carnal he unconsciously held his breath. He couldn’t look away from those eyes, dilated and gorgeous. It was like a black hole, sucking in all the air around him along with all his thoughts and emotions.
He recognised the tell-tale signs that Chuuya was close, and just when the performance was reaching the finale, Chuuya stopped.
Dazai looked in awe as Chuuya heaved a few breathes as he slumped back onto his knees, his chest rising and falling with every breath.
“Kiss me.”
Chuuya, in his haze, still obliged and moved to hover over Dazai’s face.
There was fragility in both their eyes, a softness that they couldn’t bear to share with the rest of the world yet somehow when it was the other, it was so easy it was frightening. It terrified Dazai, and to give it a name would make it too real. And real things he cared about, they tended to leave Dazai more broken than he was before. He-
“I love you.”
Chuuya’s eyes widened, as he looked in Dazai’s eyes for an explanation. Dazai himself wasn’t sure why he blurted it out. Yet now, all Dazai could do was completely bare his raw, ugly emotions and let Chuuya be the judge. He was vulnerable and pathetic and overwhelmed with feelings he couldn’t quite understand. All he knew was that he yearned for Chuuya desperately and would never feel whole without him. He breathed life into his empty husk of a body and if it was Chuuya’s hand that breaks the final piece in him, he would still kiss the palm and long for it to hold him one last time.
Chuuya brought his fingers up to Dazai’s face as he tenderly wiped away the wetness from his eyes. He was crying; he didn’t understand why.
Chuuya brought his other hand to gingerly cup his cheek and gently kissed Dazai. Dazai took a moment but reciprocated slowly.
It was a slow, gentle kiss and Chuuya kissed him like he was a delicate doll.
Dazai couldn’t help but cry harder.
He felt that… Chuuya understood the part of him that he himself didn’t understand.
He didn’t know if he deserved this.
Chuuya untied his hands and placed a kiss on each palm.
“I love you too”.
Dazai was letting out ugly tears now, sobbing into Chuuya’s chest. And Chuuya held him. His trembling hands clung to Chuuya’s back as Chuuya stroked his back in soothing motions.
Dazai wanted to crawl into Chuuya’s heart and live there, his only purpose to provide love to circulate around Chuuya. He couldn’t bear to be outside Chuuya’s gaze, he only felt real when Chuuya looked at him, be it with a frown or that beautiful, full smile. It was all he allowed himself to desire. But desire was a dangerous thing. Desire leads to want and want leads to inevitable disappointment. Desiring is living.
Yet when he let Chuuya into his life, his desires grew uncontrollably. He knew he was in trouble and tried to run. But somehow, he always ended up at Chuuya’s door no matter how far he ran.
When Chuuya’s rough hands stroked his equally rough locks, when his calloused fingers grazed his harsh scars, it was so gentle. It was so gentle and soft it no longer felt like a desire. It was something he could only describe as an angel’s caress, something unconditional and pure. Dazai felt… safe.
“Can you make love to me?” asked Dazai in a fragile voice, with his head still tucked into Chuuya’s chest.
Chuuya was a bit taken aback, however he quickly understood.
It always was that way between Dazai and Chuuya. They always understood each other.
Despite Chuuya lowering himself to position better, his embrace never faltered. The bare minimum of movement was taken, before Chuuya slowly started pushing himself into Dazai.
Dazai’s arms tightened around Chuuya as he inhaled a sharp breath.
Chuuya groaned as he sheathed himself.
Chuuya looked down at Dazai to see how he was doing. And his breath got caught in his chest. While Dazai was dishevelled and looked a mess with the tears and flushed cheeks, he looked ethereal. It was an expression Chuuya had never seen on Dazai, or anyone for that matter. He couldn’t even call it love, it was something so much deeper, so much purer. It was almost reverent in nature.
In Dazai’s eyes, he felt understood down to his lifeless, rotten core.
When Dazai took the first step in proclaiming his love, he knew he was fucked. He was in too deep, balls deep even, in something that would consume him and spit him out a changed man. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t come out of it as two people, but as one soul in two bodies.
And there was nothing either wanted more.
Chuuya started moving, starting a slow, but deep pace.
Soft moans filled the air as two pairs of eyes focused solely on each other. Two pairs of hands clung to shoulders that had been so small compared to their burdens. Two human hearts ached, as they came to terms with the fact that they were loved.
Chuuya brought one hand down to Dazai’s neglected cock and this sent stars to the brunet’s eyes. Dazai, in return, pulled on Chuuya’s locks, just the way he liked it, and this encouraged Chuuya to go faster.
As they both got close, the sounds of the room got more erratic, more desperate. No words were spoken, yet whole conversations were being held in their eyes. They were in perfect sync, like two oiled gears made to fit in the same clock. Perhaps they really were made for each other, the way all their ragged, broken edges fit so perfectly against each other.
Dazai looked at Chuuya and Chuuya replied with a quick nod. Chuuya’s thrusts got more sporadic as Dazai lifted his hips to meet him in the middle. It didn’t take long before they both came, together.
Chuuya pressed his forehead onto Dazai’s as he continued thrusting slowly to ride out their highs.
Their bodies glimmered with a sheen of sweat and residues of their climax, yet they couldn’t bear to part with each other.
Both were heaving as Chuuya collapsed onto Dazai’s chest. Their hands found each other and entwined. No words needed to be spoken, their pulse and breaths were all they needed to confirm the other existed, and that the other loved him.
It wasn’t long before they both drifted into a peaceful dreamless sleep, together.