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Everyone knows not to piss off Chuuya Nakahara.
His strength is unmatched even with some of the most powerful ability users. His corruption is like an overflowing storm, destroying everything and body in its wake.
Of course there will always be that someone who’s an exception to that, and that someone of course was Dazai Osamu.
Ever since he’d became the new head of the Port Mafia, things have been slightly different. He’d decided he’d gotten tired of Mori and his bullshit, as loyal as he was, it became too much. He wanted to take things into his own hands, and it of course was no piece of cake.
The only person to truly know what happened to Mori was Dazai.
He was always the only one to truly know the other man inside and out.
One day, Dazai decides to do his usual pissing off, but it just happens today is one of those days you really don’t want to piss him off.
Overloaded, exhausted, and beyond annoyed with incompetent people.
Dazai slithers away from his ADA duties, Kunikida saying something about how he never finishes his tasks correctly or on time, a few members wonder where he’s going but they already have a feeling of where.
Where else if not to him?
It’s not like they could or even would stop him anyway.
The brunette man makes his way to the port mafia bosses office, entering the elevator and riding up all the way to the top.
The guards didn’t even have the nerve to stop him, they already knew who he was.
What he was.
What he’s done.
He opens the door and enters in probably the loudest possible way.
“Chuuyaaaa~!” He bursts through, teasingly exclaiming.
It earns the response of Chuuya looking up with a glare from his desk, expression clearly already full of annoyance just from Dazais mere presence.
He doesn’t answer though, just looks, just watches.
He watches the man interrupting his work make his way over to his desk.
“Chuuya? You look so very gloomy. Being a mafia boss not as fun as you thought, huh? Rather be out there in the field fighting side by side with me I bet? Side by side like the good old days, instead of just giving out orders from up here…so boring.”
Chuuya continues to glare, finally speaking.
“Why in the world are you here right now, can you not see I’m busy? Your pathetic little agency not give you enough work so you have to come bother me?”
“Why, I can’t come see how my favorite mafia boss is doing?”
Chuuyas sighs, his eyes roll and he focuses back on his actions, reading over some document that Dazai could literally care less about. He wants attention, that much is obvious. Why would he come here otherwise if not for that?
Dazai walks around behind him, long arms caging around Chuuya, hands planted in his desk.
He leaned close to his ear, “C’mon Chuuya, do you really care about this paperwork right now? Why do this when you’ve got me right here?”
A short laugh exits the shorter man’s lips, “Well unlike some people…”
A sharp tug at the man’s shirt behind him, pulling him down.
“I get my work and shit done. I don’t sit around and wait for people to complain, and I’m not a lazy ass who escapes his work to go get fucked like some whore.”
Dazais lips pout, a fake expression.
Chuuya continues to speak, “So yes, I do care about finishing this soon, as much as I’d rather not. Or have you forgotten I’m the boss? Can’t sit around on my ass and do nothing all day like you.”
The hand in Dazais collar pushes him back with force enough to make him hit the wall. It elicits a gasp from the taller man. Before he even can utter another word, Chuuya slides his chair back slightly from his desk, and turns to pierce his eyes into Dazais. He stands, walking over to where the taller man had been pushed into the wall and drags him down to his own height.
The smirk stains his face, never leaving. “Bold of you to just assume I came here for sex, Chuuya. Perhaps you’re the one that wants it, I never said a thing about that.”
A pause happens for a few moments.
The gingers eyebrow raises.
“Did you forget about the other time you came here for that? My memory surely isn’t failing me. There’s no way you came here without reason, you don’t do anything without that.”
Dazai laughs and feels Chuuyas hand wrap around his throat.
“M-Maybe the reason was just because I’m bored, you tend to cure that boredom. Maybe I do want you to fuck me…what could you possibly do about it? There’s probably endless possibilities to that question. You’re the port mafia boss, you could have me killed anytime and thrown into a lake somewhere or tortured to death! Or you could actually fuck me and then do the latter…”
The annoyance on Chuuyas face is much more prevalent than before.
“I’m not giving into whatever disgusting death fantasy you’ve come up with. I want you to spit it out and say what it is you want, or leave me alone all fucking ready.”
Silence stretches across the room, as they just stare. Dazai looks at the other man’s eyes and lips, and just takes in the features on his face.
He wants to kiss him.
He wants him to touch him.
Use him.
He doesn’t say it though, just keeps staring.
Chuuya is the first to speak after a few moments, letting go of Dazai and walking back to his desk, fixing his chair and settling into it.
“You can leave. Clearly there’s nothing you need, I have better shit to do.”
Dazais expression is no longer that sly smirk he’s been wearing, it’s now a shocked one. Chuuya really just let him be? Didn’t take it further like he wanted?
“What? You know what, perhaps I should just go ask Kunikida? Maybe he’d be a good partner and give me what I need.“
Chuuyas eye twitches. “You’re not going to do that. You and I both know that.” He says matter of factly, because it’s true. Dazai hasn’t told him what he wants like he’d been asked to.
Chuuya continues to speak, “You know why that is? Because you belong to me. If you were really that desperate to fuck maybe you would’ve gone to him or someone else, but you want me specifically, because I’m the only and I mean only one who can give you what you want. I don’t give brats anything that can’t ask for what they want. So like I said, spit it out or you can walk out already. I don’t have times to play these pathetic games with you right now.”
Dazais conflicted between actually obeying and just leaving.
But Chuuya is right, he wants him.
He wants Chuuya so fucking bad, and if he has to outright express it to have him, then he’ll do it.
“You..you’re right. I came here because…I wanted you. Your attention, touch…just anything.” He murmurs embarrassingly.
He wants to say ‘I missed you’, but that part doesn’t come out.
Chuuyas eyebrows raise slightly, leaning back in his chair and smirking.
“I figured. You want attention so bad? Then come here.”
Dazai raises an eyebrow, “Really? Chuuya just-“
Chuuya cuts him off, “You told me what you wanted. Now I’ll tell you what I want, and I’m not repeating myself. You either behave and listen or you can get out, and I won’t hesitate to throw you out myself. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit right now.”
Dazai reluctantly walks over slowly, standing in front of the ginger man, who sat in his chair.
“Kneel, go on. Between my legs.”
Dazai looked down at the man for a moment before falling to his knees, now looking up at him with hazy pleading eyes.
He doesn’t praise him for it, he doesn’t deserve it.
He can see how Dazais eyes flutter for a moment, as if he expects it.
He wants to be touched and praised.
He wants to be beaten and degraded.
He wants whatever the man in front of him will give him, no matter what. And that would be a scary thought to anyone else, but to Dazai? Absolutely not.
And Dazai knows Chuuya knows this, which is why he treats him the way he does sometimes. Regardless of if he’s the port mafias boss, their relationship hasn’t changed all that much. Chuuyas still with the mafia, and Dazais still with the agency. The two haven’t had all that much time to be around each other unless it’s important for them to team up or if Dazai decides to bother him to death.
Chuuyas hand runs over the top of Dazais head, fingers curling in his hair.
“Next time I’m not giving you this many chances you fucking idiot. I’ll throw you out.”
The man under him just continues to stare up, his breath stuttering and becoming more heavy, and his eyes continuing to flutter.
“Hmm…what to do with you? I know. How about I use you to warm my cock? You’d like that huh?” He says, fingers roughly grabbing at the man’s hair. Dazai nods in response.
He sits there eyeing the bulge in his pants. “Pull it out, go on.” And he does, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper of his pants. He lifts down his boxers just enough to pull out his cock.
He has to stop himself from practicing drooling.
“There you go. Now go down keep your mouth on it. And you stay there until I finish this paperwork. Don’t try to suck or move, just stay. Do that and maybe I’ll fuck you when I’m done.” He tells him, the grip on his head disappears, and his hands continue to write and eyes focus back on his work.
He hates the loss of attention but still obeys, slowly sliding his lips onto his cock as it fills up his mouth, and he stays there, trying not to gag.
It’s so warm and good and wants it to go deeper. He wants his throat fucked so badly he almost pushes his head forward until he remembers what he was told. It makes him whimpering on his cock.
Chuuya ignores it, ignores him. The only sound in the room for the next ten minutes is Chuuyas writing, and Dazais breaths through his nose, accompanied by the occasional muffled whimper here and there.
Then finally, finally , he’s done. He looks down at Dazai, finally giving him attention again.
He sighs heavily. “God you look so needy and pathetic down there. I love how quiet you’ve been, such a nice change of pace from having to hear you run that mouth of yours. Way better use of it, don’t you think?”
Chuuya chuckles, his hand coming back down to Dazais hair, stroking it softly. “Maybe I’ll keep you like this more often. Give you a position in the mafia as my personal cock warmer.” Dazai moans at that around his cock, his eyes slightly watering as he keeps looking up.
He knows he wouldn’t do something as absurd as that—give him a position just to serve him in that way—but god did that turn him on so much right now.
He feels like he’s floating right now, and Chuuyas barely even touching him. He craves more and more. Chuuya knows that, and grips his hair tight, lifting him up off his cock, and back down, fucking his face. And he takes it.
Not like he has much other options than that, he definitely doesn’t want to stop this, and he wants more. Wants Chuuya to finally fuck him like he came here for.
Chuuya moans above him, his hips start to piston upward, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth as Dazai chokes, gags, and sobs. “Mmm yeah. Fuck, Dazai your mouth is so good. Such a good hole for me.” He continues to fuck his mouth, moaning and biting his lip. “I’m so close…want me to cum in your mouth, slut?”
If his mouth wasn’t occupied he’d probably beg for more. All he can do is moan around him and plead with his eyes.
After a few more seconds he feels it rush down his throat, and he swallows everything.
“Mmh that’s it. Take all of it like a good boy, Osamu.”
He finally pulls him off to give Dazai a few moments to catch his breath. “Thank you, Boss…you taste so good.” Chuuyas eyebrows lift at this slightly, and he chuckles. “What’d you just call me?” Dazai keeps looking up at the other man, eyes hazy and unfocused.
He was so utterly gone.
“Boss…I called you Boss.”
Chuuya takes a his hand and places it under his chin, gripping it. “Again. Say it again.”
It makes Dazai whimper.
“Please Boss…please fuck me.” He begs.
Chuuya scoots his chair back from the desk, standing up and pulling his pants up and zipping them. He leaves Dazai there for a few moments as he moves all the papers off of his desk to make room for Dazai.
“Up.” Is all he says for Dazai to obey, shakily standing to his feet, only to be turned and pushed down onto his chest, facing the desk. Chuuya grabs his wrists back behind him. “Keep them back here. Don’t you dare move them.” He whispers in his ear before pulling Dazais pants down to his thighs.
“You’re so obedient today, huh? You must have been serious when you said you wanted attention. You missed this.” A hand slaps down onto Dazais bare ass cheek and he shivers from the contact. “Chuuya…” Another hit.
“You know what to call me. You were doing so well, don’t fuck it up now. Say it.” A whimper escapes Dazais throat and then a loud gasp at the next hit. “Boss! Boss please. Please…Boss I need it.” Thank goodness Chuuya can’t see his face right now, he doesn’t think he can handle whatever expression he’s making at him.
He smacks his ass again. “That’s it. That’s what you should be calling me. Maybe next time you come in here and disrespect me I should punish you with my belt. You think the lesson will stick then? I know you hate pain, should be the perfect punishment for a whore like you anyway.” Another slap. “You’d take that and whatever else I choose to give you, ya know why?”
Dazai doesn’t think he could formulate an answer to that right now even if he wanted, his brains too empty and at the same time too full of Chuuya. He just wants to feel more of him, no matter how soft or rough.
“It’s because you’re mine. You love this and you can’t get enough of it because you’re a whore for me.” Instead of a slap this time a finger wiggles its way into his hole, making him shiver again. “I wonder what people would say if they saw such a renowned detective giving himself over to the port mafias boss of all people, huh?”
His finger slides in and out, then he adds another, slowly taking the man under him apart with his fingers.
“You’d rather come here and get fucked like some pathetic slut than actually go to work and do your fucking job. It’s insane to me that the agency hasn’t fired your ass by now. Maybe if they did you’d come crawling back here, huh?” Dazais legs shake under the assault of his fingers. “Chu-“ he’s cut off by a smack against his ass from the opposite hand. Those same fingers trail up to Dazais mouth, forcing him to suck on them.
“So fucking rude, interrupting me while I’m talking to you. Do you always need something inside your filthy mouth so you can keep quiet? Whether it’s my fingers or my dick you really don’t care as long as something’s in you? Fucking pathetic.” Three fingers fuck in and out of him and Dazais losing it.
A few moments later, he deems him ready, retracting his fingers from his mouth. He lines his cock up with his hole and slides in, feeling Dazai squirm under him. He moves the hand behind his back to in front of him as he leans over his body, starting to fuck him.
“You wanted this so fucking badly, you’re gonna be good and take it. Nobody fucks you like I do. I wanna hear you beg and say it. Cmon, Osamu.” Dazai just moans, pleas in between each one. “Boss please..god. More! Want more. I want you, just you, only you…so good..harder.” He’s babbling nonsense by this point, unable to form much of any coherent sentences.
Chuuya fucks him rougher and harder with each thrust, gripping his waist tight. Dazai hopes it bruises. He loves when he leaves marks to look back at.
All this and Chuuya hasn’t touched his cock once. After all, he never asked to be touched down there, just simply to be fucked.
“Mmm gonna cum…you’re gonna take it inside you again. Cmon baby.”
And soon enough he did just that, thrusting hard and deep to cum inside of him. After a couple of seconds, he pulls out, watching the cum ooze out of his hole.
“God, I’d plug you up like this if I could. Send you back to the agency with my cum inside you.” Dazai just whimpers and lets his body go limp on the desk. Then he’s flipped over, breathing heavily as he looks up at him, and smiles.
“Thank you, Boss…” he says, and Chuuya leans over and kisses him hard. After he pulls way, his lips make their way to his ear, teeth dragging across the lobe before he whispers. “You did good for once. Want to cum, baby?”
Chuuyas hands roam his chest, and one hand makes its way to his cock. It’s red and leaking and he looks as if he’ll burst any moment from even the tiniest contact. “Mhmm I do…I do Boss.” Chuuya chuckles “Say please. I’m sure manners aren’t that hard to forget.”
Dazai whimpers. “Please? Please I wanna cum. Touch me? Please Boss.” He grips his cock tights before he starts stroking it slowly. He can’t help but tease when he looks so utterly pathetic.
To no one’s surprise, it barely takes much to Dazai to cum. It spurts up onto his shirt, staining it.
He’s left there on the desk panting like a dog, stuck in that sweet subspace. As much as Chuuya has things to get to, he can’t leave him just yet.
“Gods you piss me off you freak.”
Dazai laughs. “Mmh…but I’m your freak, Chuuya.”
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