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The pain had eased itself by just a little, but it was still so intense. While battling against a tough opponent with his former partner, Chuuya, Dazai took a rough blow right above his left collar bone. It left his shoulder fractured along with a gaping hole in his skin that required 7 stitches to shut. He had much difficulty sleeping since he typically slept curled up into a fetal position on his left side, but luckily he was still able to make do with what he had. The only other downside now was waking up in the middle of the night from irritating it on accident.
Dazai now sat up in his bed with his left arm in a sling and his right hand holding up a book. Earlier that morning, he had received a phone call from his playmate saying that he was going to visit him at any given moment. Dazai only hummed in delight and hung up the phone. He’d never dare to call someone like Fyodor a friend; he was unpredictable and rather sadistic, living by his own set of morals that made Dazai’s stomach churn with disgust. However, it was undeniable that he was rather entertaining to talk to. To play with.
And the fact that he never specified a time other than “sometime today” sent shivers of excitement through his body.
Once Dazai got to a stopping point in his book, he creased the edge of the page and shut it. Others have always hated the way he didn’t even bother to use a bookmark, but it was fun to watch those faces twist in anger over something so trivial. Only seconds later, he heard the front door open.
“Dazai?” Fyodor called out. “I’m here~"
Dazai set his book down and tried to hold in his laughter by covering his mouth with his hand. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you?”
The front door shut and the air was mostly silent other than the sounds that were made while Fyodor removed his shoes and coat. “Are you too worn out to get out of bed and see me?” Fyodor cooed as he slowly made his way towards the cracked bedroom door. “Poor thing.”
Glaring at the door, Dazai cocked his head slightly to the side and grinned. The glint in his eyes was rather dull and lifeless compared to the interest behind his smirk. “Your little minion did quite a number on me,” he purred.
“You and your little boyfriend didn’t give him much of a choice,” Fyodor purred back. Dazai grimaced at the word “boyfriend” as Fyodor slid himself through the crack of the bedroom door and shut it gently behind him. “You two had him in a corner, it was quite impressive.”
“Stroke my ego some other time,” Dazai barked while narrowing his eyes. “I’m still recovering from the wound he gave me.”
“Aww, poor baby,” Fyodor teased. He slowly made his way around Dazai’s bed with silent and methodic steps until he was right on his left side. “You need me to ease that pain a little?”
Dazai frowned. “I’m not in the mood for whatever you’re planning.”
“Really? That’s a shame,” Fyodor’s voice dropped to a low and almost seductive growl. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at him, smiling, as if he was staring at a hamster in a cage. “What’s also a shame is that I don’t care.”
Dazai couldn’t help but chuckle. “I certainly didn’t expect such a blunt response from you.“ He shifted to the edge of the bed to face the sly Russian more, placing his hands on his lap. “I wonder, just what is that sick and twisted mind of yours thinking?” There was a bit of a sarcastic bite in his voice.
The right side of Fyodor’s mouth twitched into a half-smirk. “Aren’t you able to guess that?” He sat down next to Dazai on the bed and placed his palm over the back of his hand. He caressed his knuckles gently with his thumb.
Dazai instantly swatted his hand away. “No way,” he countered. “I know what you’re doing.”
Fyodor simply shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He got up from the bed and started to leave. It’s almost like he knew what was going to happen next, so he didn’t utter a word as his hand twisted the doorknob.
"Wait,” Dazai called out.
Fyodor turned around with a sadistic grin. He had definitely predicted that response.
Dazai stood up with a sigh and tried to blurt out an excuse. He still wanted to at least have some fun since he'd been cooped up in his room for most of the time. “Listen, I-“ He was cut off by being shoved back onto the bed, landing right on his bad arm. He yelped while sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched his fists. “Fucking asshole, what was that for?”
Fyodor turned Dazai over so he was laying with his back against the bed frame. He spread his legs so he could crawl through them, then sat right on his lap. Dazai yelped again, but from shock this time. He felt that Fyodor was rock hard against his groin and it made his eyes widen.
Fyodor grabbed him by his neck, applying extra pressure to the healing wound, and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “I was just trying to make you feel better, he sighed, licking his earlobe and breathing out against it.
Dazai shuddered violently and felt his body sink back into the pillows propoed up against the bed frame. “O-oh yeah?” He tried to keep a sly smirk on his face and a composed tone in his voice, but his words were mixed with subtle grunts of pain. “You surely have… a rather- ah, interesting way of- mmf, doing things.”
“Yeah?” Fyodor’s cheek brushed against Dazai’s as he pulled away. He then reached over and started to undo the sling with gentle—too gentle—and slow-moving hands. “Well you like this kind of pain, don’t you?”
Dazai made no attempts to stop the man as he exposed his wounded arm. His eyebrows only twitched a little to form a slightly angered expression. He was enjoying the pain, but only mildly… for now.
“Not gonna stop me?” Fyodor breathed. Once Dazai’s arm was rid of the sling, Fyodor only caressed the bandages gently with his fingernails. He clicked his tongue. “Aww, poor baby’s just begging to be touched, hm?”
Dazai’s breath hitched and shuddered. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt arousal welling up in his lower abdomen. "Oh shits" and "oh fucks" ran through his mind repeatedly. "Wh-what makes you think that?” he managed to utter out, his smirk faltering.
Fyodor started to unwrap the bandages in such a delicate way. It was almost like somebody else was doing it for him until he ended up leaning in and tugging a few of them off with his teeth. “I’m just giving you what you want,” he hummed against his neck.
“Who said I wanted this?” Dazai tried to argue, his voice now wobbly and thin. “You’re the one who- AH!” He cut himself off with a rather heady squeak. Fyodor had started grinding his hardened, clothed cock against Dazai’s as he clawed his hips and licked over the other's now exposed wound. His tongue, wet and dripping, delicately traced over each stitch of the wound as his hot breath soothed it.
Dazai threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, panting and letting only small moans spill from his mouth. “Aah, You think- aah, that’s enough to get me off?”
Fyodor giggled quietly and pecked the stitches with his lips. “I haven’t even started yet; I’m going to hurt you so badly.” His voice was smooth like butter and low like a predatory growl.
Oh god, the way it sent chills through Dazai’s body was almost too much for him. The chills went down his spine, through his shoulders, his abdomen, and straight to his cock. He felt himself harden against Fyodor as he let out another exhilarating squeal.
“Ahhmm make that noise again for me, love,” Fyodor moaned into his ear. He bit hard on his earlobe, then started creating hickeys along his neck. He inched a bit closer to the wound with each lick and bite as his hips ground harder into his.
"Haah, please,” Dazai found himself pleading, nestling his hands into the cloth on Fyodor's back. As Fyodor got closer and closer to his aching wound, his entire body trembled more and more with excitement. He found himself pushing his hips up and stretching his neck out so he’d have more room to turn his skin red and purple with bite marks. His chest was stuttering up and down at haphazard intervals while moans seeped through his somewhat pained breaths.
“Please what? Use your words love,” Fyodor requested in a sing-song voice. He now hovered his lips directly above the stitches without directly touching them. The suspense born from the possibility of Fyodor biting the wound at any time made Dazai’s cock throb violently in his pants. His breathing became more silent, but much quicker as it almost sounded like he was hyperventilating.
“Please,” Dazai beckoned. “Bite me.”
At that, Fyodor bit down hard onto the stitches and began ripping them out slowly. Dazai’s eyes shot open as he screamed out in pain. Every single one of his muscles tensed up as he yelled almost uncontrollably. He even felt his insides swirl around as if he was going to vomit from the pain. He brought a hand up to his face and bit down on it to try and suppress the noise while his legs kicked around aggressively. “FUCK,” he cried, his voice muffled by his hand.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Fyodor whispered as if he was a mother comforting her crying child. “It’ll become pleasurable soon enough.” He continued grinding his aching cock against Dazai's, making them both strain through their clothes. He began to swirl his tongue around the reopened wound, letting out a few pleasured grunts here and there. Dazai tried his best to suppress his moans, but they started coming out broken and sharp. Sheets rustling, breaths stuttering, and weak cries from the two men filled the silence in the room.
“How does it feel?” Fyodor asked as he began to lick the blood from his neck.
Dazai replied, struggling to speak through his cries of pain. “Hnnghhh, I- HAHH, FUCK, it hurts- aah it hurts~”
Fyodor grinned wickedly and pulled his head away from his bleeding injury. He took a moment to revel in the sight before him. Dazai was writhing under him as tears and sweat trickled down his face. His eyes were shut tightly and his mouth was hung open as he panted.
“Ohhh,” Fyodor moaned at the sight. “You look so beautiful.”
Dazai’s eyes opened ever so slightly so he could shoot a glare at the man above him. “H-hey,” he stammered. “You’re getting off to this too, huh? What kind of sadistic pleasure are you- GGH!”
Fyodor cut off his next breath by grabbing his neck and pushing his head further into the pillows. He leaned down close to his face and breathed against it. “What if I am, hm? Do you want me to fuck you?”
Dazai’s eyelids shot open before fluttering shut again. His salty tears made his eyes more sensitive, causing more of them to seep down his face the more he blinked. With a small whine, he nodded eagerly. Fyodor was still rock hard from the way he had tortured Dazai, and he wasn’t going to make it any easier for the wounded man. He hastily unbuckled his belt and slid out of his pants and boxers, revealing his cock which was already dripping with pre-cum.
Dazai’s own cock twitched at the sight. He wanted Fyodor inside of him so badly that his arousal began to physically ache. He chuckled breathlessly. “You really are a sadist, huh?” He tilted his head back and bit down on his lip, looking the man up and down. “Mmh… that makes me wet."
Fyodor began to remove Dazai’s own clothing, making sure to avoid touching his pulsing member. He wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. “You know, you’re so vulnerable in this state. So easy to break, easy to inflict pain upon, easy to fuck…” He emphasized the last word while almost ripping his pants off of him. To Dazai’s surprise, he then sat himself down on his torso and grabbed Dazai by his hair. “Lube it up for me.”
As much as Dazai’s head was spinning, he was still able to reply with a teasing remark. “Oh, so you aren’t going to fuck me dry? I thought you wanted to hurt me~”
Fyodor’s face twisted in irritation. He threw Dazai’s head back down and shifted his body downwards. “Tell me, Dazai,” he spoke in a condescending tone, “what happens to brats who don’t know when to shut their mouths?”
Dazai couldn't help but let out another chuckle at how hilarious Fyodor looked and sounded. “I don’t know, they get a time-out? Maybe they- OH FUCK-"
Fyodor’s anger built up more and more inside of him with each word Dazai spoke. His cock didn’t even dare to soften though, because he couldn’t lie, Dazai’s brattiness turned him on. His body practically started moving on its own as he propped Dazai's legs up on his shoulders and thrusted violently inside of him, cutting him off mid-sentence. “What was that?” He asked while he bottomed out, his voice shaking with anger. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
“AH- FUCK- OH- GOD-“ Dazai was screaming from the pain. He let out desperate yelps each time Fyodor thrusted into him and deliberately avoided his prostate, fucking him dry. He felt himself clenching his jaw tightly as he clung onto the sheets, nearly ripping them apart.
“Ah~ so- tight for me baby~” Fyodor also struggled to speak while thoroughly abusing Dazai’s hole. His fingers dug into the pale skin of his hips, leaving dark nail-shaped marks. It was painful for him too, but he took enough pleasure in the fact that he was causing Dazai even more immense pain.
“Please,” Dazai panted, his voice breaking. “Let me come- PLEASE-“
As Fyodor felt himself near his own release, he now aimed for Dazai’s prostate, slamming against it with every thrust. While Dazai’s screaming only increased in volume, Fyodor was letting out strained moans through each of his breaths. He looked at Dazai's now mangled wound, taking in the sight before squeezing his eyes shut. He decided it would be a good idea to lean in and continue to rip the stitches apart with his mouth.
“Fyodor~ mmh~ nnnh~ ah, ah- AH-“ Dazai sucked another sharp breath through his teeth. “MMMMH FUCK~ N-not right there, ohh that’s too much, TOO MUCH-"
Was Fyodor going to listen to the other man's ear-piercing cries of pain? No. In fact, they only made his cock throb harder and harder as he tore Dazai's wound apart and slammed into his prostate. His eyes rolled back as he licked up the new fresh blood that seeped from the stitches.
Dazai's cries of pain and pleasure grew louder and louder as his legs tightened around the back of Fyodor's neck. "Ah, AH~ HAAAH~ O-oh GOD, Fyodor~! I’m gonna- NNGH GONNA-“
Fyodor covered Dazai's mouth with his hand as they came almost simultaneously. Dazai bit into the Russian's palm with all his might as Fyodor's jaw locked onto the brunette's bleeding wound. Fyodor continued to ease in and out of him, gradually coming to a complete stop as they rode out their orgasms. As they both huffed against each other, Fyodor sat up and pulled himself out, causing the younger man to shiver from the loss of his cock. Although Dazai suffered the most, Fyodor seemed the most physically worn out after their strenuous play session.
"You're such a fucking asshole," Dazai growled, desperately wanting to wipe away some of his own tears. He couldn't even move from how much pain Fyodor caused him, even if it was intensely pleasurable in the moment.
While Fyodor's a sadist and a member of a terrorist organization, he isn't a complete and utter monster. He has some soft spots, including one for this sly, brown-eyed man. He wiped some of Dazai's tears away and whispered soothingly. "Let's get you cleaned up."