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Chuuya smirks as he presses the muzzle of his handgun against Dazai’s throat, making him shudder beneath the incredible feeling of the cool metal compressed against his carotid, pounding with his racing pulse.“I’ve always wanted to do this to you. Seems like the stars aligned just right.” Chuuya laughs sadistically as he slides the gun down Dazai’s exposed throat and over the sharp ridges of his now unbandaged collarbones, littered with countless scars. “I’ve wanted it too~!” Dazai laughs in response.Chuuya rolls his eyes, face scrunching into an expression of disgust. “Of course you have, you sick fuck. Just for that…” he pauses, glancing down at Dazai’s chest, which he’d envied so much for most of their relationship, before looking back up at him, grinning as he pushes the muzzle against Dazai’s left nipple, painfully dragging it across the soft pink bud and watching it harden. “Fuck,” Dazai hisses in reply, chewing his bottom lip to keep from moaning.“Does it hurt?” Chuuya coos, voice soaked in acerbic fake sympathy as he repeats the motion on Dazai’s left nipple, circling the black metal of the muzzle around the areola. “It feels amazing,” Dazai breathes, his masochistic side already making its appearance.Chuuya clicks his tongue before pressing the muzzle of the gun against his ex-partner’s cock — that perfect, beautiful cock, already painfully hard as its blushing pink tip leaks pre-cum against his abdomen. He envies it, and an uncomfortable pang of dysphoria worms its way into his chest, writhing and spitting poison like a venomous snake. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself that he’s almost there; the date of his surgery is so close he can almost taste it. Dazai’s breath catches in his throat, and he feels his heart pounding wildly in his chest as his blood begins to race in his veins. Cobalt eyes sparkling with a dark sadism stare up at him through orange lashes like the licking edges of an untameable wildfire. It’s so Chuuya that he almost laughs, but the feeling of the cold metal throbbing against the hot skin of his dick is driving him crazy, and it quickly becomes the only thing he can focus on.“F-Fuck…” Dazai’s voice shakes, arousal immediately coiling tight in Chuuya’s groin.It’s such a lovely sound, Chuuya thinks, and a small wave of pride swells in his chest upon knowing that the reason his ex-partner is already making such lewd noises is because of him.Chuuya raises the gun and motions with it for Dazai to turn around, which he does eagerly. Uncountable scars pepper the back of his neck and the soft line of his back. It’s surreal seeing Dazai like this, the thick layer of gauze that usually coated his skin cast aside in favor of the chasing the burning high born from the masochistic shame of being completely and utterly dominated.Dazai shudders again as he hears Chuuya uncap a bottle of lube. He stifles back a moan as a gloved finger presses against his entrance, sliding inside him with little resistance. Holy shit. He’s still wearing his gloves. The implications of that makes Dazai squirm, his hands clenching into white-knuckled fists to keep from touching himself, as he knows Chuuya won’t give him what he wants — no, what he needs — unless he behaves himself.“Stop squirming, or else,” Chuuya growls hotly into Dazai’s ear, cocking the gun before shoving it into the valley between his shoulder blades. Dazai nods, exhilarating terror shooting down his spine. He really is fucked up, but he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.A second finger slips inside; it takes everything in him not to grind against it. Chuuya clicks his tongue as he scissors Dazai, keeping the gun pressed painfully against his back. “Fuck, Chuuya,” Dazai gasps. It’s so pitiful. Chuuya simply laughs and adds a third finger, feeling Dazai’s walls tighten at the sudden insertion even through his gloves. Just as it seems Dazai is getting comfortable with the fullness of Chuuya’s fingers inside him, that vertically challenged bastard pulls them out, pulling with them a soft whine of protest from Dazai. “Be patient, whore,” Chuuya snaps. Dazai hears the lube being opened again, and he knows what’s coming. The sheer anticipation of it makes his cock twitch, and he can feel his body trembling with need. He knows Chuuya is taking his sweet time for no reason other than to get Dazai even more hot and bothered, and it’s fucking working. Tears sting the corners of his eyes as the muzzle of the gun meets his entrance, a string of curses tumbling from his lips as he pushes himself against it.“That’s it; good boy,” Chuuya croons, ghosting his lips across Dazai’s earlobe. He chuckles mordantly, “let me watch you fuck it.”Dazai can tell by the sharpness of his tone that it’s not a request; it’s a command, and it goes straight to his abandoned cock with a twinge of pain as he does what he’s told like the good little masochistic slut he so obviously wants to be.“Look at you,” Chuuya purrs darkly, “fucking yourself so eagerly against my gun.” He smirks as he drinks in the gorgeous view of his ex-partner’s asshole stretched around the barrel of the sleek black firearm. It’s so oddly arousing, Dazai’s pale skin and pink, puckered hole taking Chuuya’s favorite gun with what he can tell is obviously minimal effort.A pathetic whine tumbles from Dazai’s lips as the weapon’s sight rubs against his sensitive spot, pressing into him just right.Chuuya’s smug chuckle comes hot against the shell of Dazai’s ear. “But...” he sighs as he presses a gloved hand against the small of Dazai’s scar-riddled back, relishing in the long, shaky moan he earns in response to removing the gun, a sticky thread of lube connecting its muzzle to Dazai’s twitching hole. Chuuya’s breath catches in his throat as he eagerly burns into his mind the sight of how Dazai’s entrance gapes at the sudden absence of the weapon inside him.He swallows thickly, taking a moment to collect his thoughts as he listens to Dazai’s soft panting burning holes into the suffocating curtain of tension draped over the room. “You need to beg for it. Beg for my gun in your ass. Beg for me to fuck you with it. A traitor like you isn’t worthy of my cock anyways.” Chuuya spits the words as if they’re poison, dripping in dangerously seductive honey.“Please.” “Please what?” “Please put it in my ass.” Dazai can feel his walls throbbing in their emptiness; he needs Chuuya’s gun inside him. It’s so pathetic and he loves it — the utter humiliation of it drives him crazy. His cheeks burn hot as to put his masochistic shame on display for Chuuya, who he knows gets off on seeing him so fucking disgraced.“Put what in your ass?” Chuuya hums, lifting the gun to his face as he looks it over, examining the weapon closely enough that Dazai thinks he might put it in his mouth. That thought alone is enough to make him shudder, and he feels his neglected cock twitch at the thought of his partner sucking on the barrel, replicating in perfect detail the techniques he used to make Dazai cum back when he’d still been a Port Mafia executive.“Your gun. Please.”“What about it?” A devilish smirk carves itself into Chuuya’s face as he raises an eyebrow in feigned ignorance. The sheer satisfaction he gets out of teasing Dazai borders on orgasmic, and he takes utmost enjoyment in making his ex-partner humiliate himself for even the smallest drop of pleasure in return.“Put your gun in my ass.” Dazai whines as he feels the cold metal make contact with his lower back, planted firmly against his spine. It’s coated in lube, sticky and wet, and it dribbles down the small of his back and ass.“Please?” Chuuya scoffs.“Please.” A moan rises from Dazai’s throat as he feels the familiar ridges of the gun’s muzzle press against his entrance, which reacts without a second thought. He knows Chuuya will point out how easily the tip sunk into him; he’ll undoubtedly be shamed for his unabashed looseness, but the thought only serves to make him even more aroused.“Wow. You’re much more of a slut than I thought. Joining the ADA really did a number on you, hm?” Chuuya clicks his tongue as his ex-partner’s asshole eagerly takes the entire barrel all the way down to the cold, uncomfortable trigger guard. Chuuya can only imagine what kind of debauchery Dazai has gotten up to in the four years since they’d last fucked, and he chews his bottom lip to keep from moaning at the mental image of Dazai letting all his adult coworkers have their way with him. “F-Fuck...it feels so fucking good. Please fuck me...” Dazai moans, arching his back in a desperate bid to take more of the weapon into him. Pleasure shoots up his back and pools up in his stomach as he tries to grind uselessly against the painfully thick barrel.Chuuya smirks, obliging Dazai as he begins to slowly, teasingly fuck him with the gun, relishing in the sight of his pathetic little traitor of an ex-partner trying to get more stimulation.“More.” Dazai pleads, grinding against the cold metal which felt like pure ecstasy against the burning heat of his insides. Where he may have found the temperature difference uncomfortable had his mind not been clouded by lust, he welcomes the coolness now, as it makes his walls throb even more with how badly he needs to be fucked.A smirk paints itself across Chuuya’s lips before blossoming into a full-blown sadistic grin. “You want more?” Chuuya cocks his head, tone sultry and sardonic.Dazai nods eagerly, a small trickle of drool dribbling down his chin and onto his scarred chest between his erect pink nipples, hard and aching with neglect. Chuuya laughs evilly as he suddenly removes the weapon before slamming it back into Dazai with a hard, single-handed thrust, earning an absolutely wanton moan as the sight once again furiously slams into Dazai’s g-spot, the mixture of pain and pleasure quickly pushing him towards the edge. Dazai knows it won’t be enough, and as if on cue, a sudden and undoubtedly in-character urge begins to boil in his chest, mulling about his mind like boiled tofu. A smirk forms on his lips as his ex-partner’s name rolls off his tongue like a song. “Chuuya~!”Chuuya glances up at him, sapphire eyes narrowing. “What?”“Turn off the safety,” Dazai purrs darkly.The demand lingers in the air for a moment, hanging like a misplaced photograph on the thick walls of silence surrounding the two.“What?” Chuuya’s eyes narrow even further as he arches an eyebrow, “tsk, are you fucking crazy?” He scoffs at Dazai’s absurd request, shaking his head patronizingly.“You heard me.” Dazai’s voice is suddenly dark and serious as he looks over his shoulder at Chuuya. Hearing that voice that had all but been lost since Dazai left the Port Mafia sends a shudder down Chuuya’s spine and almost makes him give in to the perilous request. “I’m not doing that.”“Why?” Dazai’s reddened lips form the shape of an ‘o’, and he cocks his head endearingly as he speaks, knowing he can out-charisma Chuuya even if he can’t always dominate him in bed. Dazai was always the brains of Double Black; Chuuya was the brawns. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, which was part of what made the duo so terrifying.“What if I accidentally pull the trigger?” Chuuya raises both his hands up in a motion of surrender, the gun staying buried inside his partner’s ass, much to Chuuya’s amusement. Dazai laughs, loud and wholeheartedly. “It’d certainly be an unconventional death.”“No. I’d rather not have to clean your intestines off my wall,” Chuuya retorts with a sharp growl before placing his hand back on the gun’s grip, silencing Dazai with a sharp thrust.“Please? I’ll deepthroat your biggest strap without complaining!” A wide grin spreads across Dazai’s face as he clasps his hands together beneath his chin, batting his long, dark eyelashes. Dazai notices the subtle yet unmistakable glint in Chuuya’s cobalt eyes, and Dazai feels his heart begin to race in anticipation. “How do I know you’ll hold up your end of the deal?” Chuuya asks, raising an eyebrow. “I promise, just...please.”Chuuya pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut as he sighs. Dazai can’t see his ex-partner’s hands, but he hears the soft, distinctive click of the safety being unlocked. His pulse instantly jumps to a racing speed, and a thin layer of sweat beads up on his neck.It’s still not enough, though.“Let me guess,” Chuuya interjects with a groan, “you’re not satisfied.”Dazai laughs, humming in response. “It’s loaded, right?”“Yeah.”It’s a thrilling thought; one slip of Chuuya’s finger and he’s dead. “Put your finger on the trigger.” Dazai’s voice shakes along with his body. The sudden surge of adrenaline flowing through his veins feels like it went straight to his dick.“Jesus. Is this what it fucking takes for you to get off?” Chuuya’s finger travels down to the trigger and Dazai feels his stomach jump into his throat. Toeing the thin line between life and death is so intoxicating. He can feel every nerve in his body burning and tingling, begging for release. Not yet. Not yet. He wants to relish the feeling, savoring every painfully electric moment that his brain sounds off the alarms and raises the red flags of danger. Sweat rolls down his forehead and neck, and he takes a deep breath, his chest aching with his body’s natural panic response.“Fuck...me...please, Chuuya...fuck...” Dazai’s voice comes in staccato bursts along with his racing heartbeat. Chuuya feels his own pulse pounding in his sweaty, white-knuckled grip. His nails nearly dig through his gloves into the flesh of his palms, the same palms that hold Dazai’s life. He slowly thrusts the gun into Dazai, getting into as best a rhythm as he can with his finger just barely ghosting over the trigger.“Oh god, yes.” Dazai gasps out the most shamelessly wanton sounds Chuuya has ever heard as the sight of the loaded gun makes contact with his g-spot. It’s so hot and wet and sticky and the ridged metal of the barrel feels amazing against the throbbing, aching walls of his asshole.He could die. He could fucking die at any moment, and he’s so high on the feeling that his whole body feels numb except for the warm, tingling heat building up in his abdomen. It’s indescribably rousing, standing right on the precipice of death. The risk of falling into its endless chasm is high, looming over him and pushing him to the orgasmic feeling he’s chased up until now, always just a few paces out of reach until this moment. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears; blackness claws at the edge of his vision and white stars are born and die within it too. Everything races towards death, reaching out for it in search of the momentary orgasmic flash between life and death, when one becomes so utterly powerless that their life becomes nothing but a game of Russian roulette, everything hinging on sheer luck and chance. It’s all so overwhelming. He cums thick and hot against his own stomach and chest, some of it dripping down onto the sheets as his toes curl and his swearing devolves into moaning. He thinks he might pass out as he comes down from the high of what’s without a doubt the best orgasm of his life, his lungs burning as he gasps to take in the air that he withheld from himself earlier. A final moan slides from his lips as Chuuya rather frantically pulls the gun out and locks the safety back on; Dazai knows because he can hear its soft click even over the ringing and pounding in his ears. He falls back against Chuuya’s chest, completely and utterly fucked out.Chuuya looks down at him, concern swimming in those beautiful blue oceans that Dazai fell in love with all those years ago. “You could’ve died, fucking idiot,” Chuuya chides sharply, huffing as he leans across the bed and fetches a bottle of water and a towel for Dazai, causing his ex-partner’s head to slide down into his lap.Dazai mutters something unintelligible, and Chuuya continues to scold him as he sits up and chugs the entire water bottle, pouring some of it onto the towel and wiping the cum off himself, wincing at the coldness.As soon as he finishes off the water with a satisfied sigh, Dazai swipes a hand across his mouth before flashing Chuuya a wide grin. “Get the strap, I wanna make you cum as thanks~!” He chirps happily.“What?! How the fuck are you up for a round two after...that?” Chuuya’s eyes widen in pure shock as he stares in disbelief at his ex-partner leaning against the wall.Dazai laughs brightly, so cheerfully it’s almost scary. “What? You don’t wanna cum?”
A soft blush paints itself across Chuuya’s pale face, “I do, just...you’re fucking weird.” He mutters as he produces the box of sex toys he keeps concealed beneath his bed.“You say that, but…here we are.” Dazai smirks like the Cheshire cat as Chuuya fumbles with his belt and tosses his pants and boxers aside.“Be quiet, bastard!” Chuuya growls, and Dazai chuckles in response, mouth watering at the thought of sucking his ex-partner’s cock.