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Chuuya didn’t know how he ended up here, laced with saccharine lips and sugar-sweet hips. Devoured by hands and sheets and a stare that sends shivers down his spine just thinking about it. The bandage-wrapped arm over his front is nothing but a taunting imagery of his failure to say no. Alcoholic esthesis is an excuse for hot, passionate sex in the soulless Yokohama night, after all.Still, as the low thrumming headache struck the inside of his skull, a fleeting aftermath of too many shots of the strongest thing they had on the shelf after a day too long to remember, he searched for some essence of regret. The smell of antiseptic and sex invaded his senses in a way he found to be entirely unsettling. He searched for a reason to hate this, to sit up and smack the bandaged freak, to rage and consume and writhe until he went hoarse but somehow… it felt right.That was a disturbing thought. Dazai – the most irritating, lazy, catastrophically arrogant piece of shit he was fucked him senseless last night, and somehow he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at him. In place of his fury was a sense of calmness that brought unease to the forefront of his brain. He knew he’d been watching Dazai recently, eyeing his slender form for a bit too long. But… this was going too far.He sat up, untangling himself from sheets, blankets and strips of gauze that he must have ripped from his lover’s form in the heat of the moment. He padded, naked as the day he was born, into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. A deep self hatred roamed over him, and he scowled deeply. Ah, that expression was familiar. Anger.He was really shaping up to be everything they said about him after all, wasn’t he?He reared back, every impulse in his body wanting to break that mirror, that sickening face in front of him, but… it wasn’t his. He was in Dazai’s apartment. In front of his judgmental stare and fox-like grin. He couldn’t show weakness here. He closed the door behind him, clicking the lock into place and starting the shower. His eyes lowered from his face to his neck, peppered with hickeys and dark bruises. His shoulders had bite marks and scratches, his hips had deep imprints of savage hands gripping him and sending him into a thoughtless bliss that he never could escape – That he never could say 'no' to. He bit his lip, and sighed.He said ‘yes’He washed himself. Once, twice, three times. He wanted to get the words off him, the taunting stares and utterances of ‘whore’ off their lips. He wanted to scrub his skin until he bled but somehow soap wasn’t enough to abolish his shame. He bit back the urge to yell, and clenched his fist, letting the water roll over him it scalding waves.“Chuuya~?” He was awake, his voice as annoying as ever. Chuuya grimaced at the thought of him seeing him like he did – his body shaking, moaning and writhing beneath him in a drunken, lusty haze. Was Dazai drunk? He didn’t remember, but he doubted it. He knew Dazai loved to see how Chuuya lost his mind off alcohol, and sobriety was the only way to do it.He heard the lock click open effortlessly as Dazai picked it. He watched as a shadow crept across the glass of the shower and he saw a lithe form sit up on the counter. There was a small silence, a recognition of what had happened the night before, a mutual understanding that it can’t happen again.“What do you want?” Chuuya asked, irritation biting into his tone.“You.” Dazai replied, his tone sickly sweet in a way that made Chuuya sick to his stomach.“If you want me, then you’ll get me after I shower, so leave, you freak.” He snarled back at his partner, losing patience with his flagrant attitude.Another silence. The door opened to the shower and Chuuya flinched. Dazai stood there in a pair of old sweatpants, leaning on the wall as he looked at him. All-too-knowing eyes scanned his form, and Chuuya curled in on himself.“Get out!” He shouted. Dazai only smirked.“I wanted to see how I marked you, Chuuya~.” He hummed. “Because now, you’re mine.”And that was how it began for the two of them.
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Chuuya was drunk. He swirled around in the alcoholic nothingness for as long as he could, spurred on from impending doom. Impending blood, screaming, fear and pain. Dark brooding violet eyes gazing down at him with sadistic glee in their stare, devouring the sight of gory, trembling mess beneath his polished Italian leather shoes. It was punishment, Port Mafai style, and Chuuya was definitely due for it. The mission went horribly, every goal and person they were instructed to keep alive was squashed like ants under their shoes. The raw destruction of the Double Black left nothing in their wake and that was precisely why they were in this mess in the first place.Chuuya drank away his worries not with lavish French wines costing in the hundreds of thousands of yen by the glass, but with the cheapest rum shots he could afford on the farthest edge of the city from headquarters. He wanted to run away from his problems, bury them so deep in his mind that maybe in the next century he’d have a vague recollection of a dry wistfulness of his youth. He wanted to forget everything tonight.Only he couldn’t.“Chuuya~… why so glum?” Came the ever-more irritating drawl of his partner to his right, his auburn eyes scanning his partner for much longer than he was comfortable with.“Why do you think, asshole?” He snapped in return, sharp blue eyes glaring in Dazai’s direction with a fierce drunken intensity. His partner’s grin only widen.He knew Dazai was tipsy, if he weren’t, he’d be confined to that same dreaded melancholy his partner had on right at this moment. Dazai was in just as big of a mess as Chuuya was, and they both knew it. He leaned in to Chuuya’s ear, glancing around briefly before uttering something that would send shivers down Chuuya’s spine.“Do you want to forget about it with me, Chuuya?”Chuuya considered it for a moment. What was he planning? He’s tried to get Chuuya to try those magic mushrooms he had one too many times for him not to be suspicious. Then a whole new thought appeared in his head.Sex?But why? They’ve never even considered it before, let alone tried it. Why now? Chuuya stared back into those expectant auburn eyes for too long, trying to figure out his motives. Ah… that’s it. Odasaku and Ango have been out of town for weeks now on their own missions. The people Dazai found solace in on these days were gone, leaving only Chuuya in their wake.“I’m not going to be some backup hooker for you, fuckhead.” Chuuya hissed, “If you think you can get into my pants because your fuck family is on a mission, then you’re dead wrong.”Dazai’s hand crept around his waist, feeling up his side. The touch sent ripples of electricity just under Chuuya’s skin, rolling along his body with a burning earnestness. Chuuya let out a shaking breath. “Oh, but won’t you? Chuu~ya...” Dazai breathed hotly into his ear. The tension crackled between them, a gleaming promise of what’s to come if Chuuya didn’t put a stop to it. He held his glass in his hand, eyes blown wide open. His body felt numb, yet all too alive at the same time and somehow the word ‘no’ couldn’t make it’s way off his tongue. He wanted it. In a cruel, sickening way he really did want it. He really did want to forget what’s to come with such a fervent desire that even he was left speechless at Dazai’s advances. “Hm? Can’t talk?” Dazai said expectantly, looking at him. Chuuya looked back at him, grimacing internally at that snide look on his face. The knowing smirk that made him aware that he was defenseless against him, his body was Dazai’s for the night, and there wasn’t a god damn thing he could do about it.Chuuya swallowed hard, his mouth dry from the sudden pressure to speak. He opened and closed his lips several times, searching desperately for words that wouldn’t come. The hand shifted, feeling along his side, sending a magnetic surge of yes, please, god, oh yes flooding his broken, inebriated brain.“Yes..” He whispered.
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Dazai lead him back to his apartment, a sense of momentum guiding both of them towards their night’s lustful demise. Dazai entered with a simple flick of keys in the lock, sending the door careening open. The look in his eye as he gazed back at his partner sent an eruption of tiny, fluttering butterflies roaring through his system. He didn’t realize he’d been staring until Dazai gave him an inquisitive expression.“Cold feet, Chuu~ya?” He hummed Chuuya just couldn’t hold it in anymore. The whole night built up to this, the small talk, the alcohol, the ever-fucking-present need for Dazai that was so tangible up until this moment that Chuuya finds himself hardly able to breathe sometimes. He grabbed him, slamming him against the open doorway and kissing him passionately.“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled into Dazai’s mouth between lip locks.They were a mess of lips, teeth and tongue, a fierce battle of hands grabbing hips, hair, shirts. Their positions switched over and over again, who was on top, bottom, side… it barely mattered anymore. Somehow through the tangled mess of limbs and torsos they ended up on the bed. Chuuya didn’t know where his jacket was but that was the least of his worries now, whether it be abandoned on the bar top or on Dazai’s carpet, it wouldn’t change the outcome tonight.Chuuya grabbed the front of Dazai’s shirt and tore it open, nearly popping several of the buttons in his haste. Dazai gave a growl of satisfaction and stared down at him with a look that Chuuya only in the last hour could he find enchanting. His hands roamed his sides, chest, shirt, lowering in a gradual, nerve twisting rate. In one go, he pulled off Chuuya’s pants and boxers, leaving him a bit unfairly exposed. Chuuya, as vain as he was, scrambled to take apart his partner’s clothes to regather some broken sort of control over the situation but was sorely disappointed when his hands were pinned above his head.“Dazai, I-...” Chuuya gasped out, eyes wide in the dark to see his lover, scanning each detail of his face in the dark. His cheeks burned a vivid cardinal, carving their way to his red ears and pink chest. Everything was hot and he needed this now. A feverish intensity demanded it of him in a way he couldn’t describe.Thankfully, Dazai’s hands only made him wait for as long as it took to shrug off his own nearly broken button-up and accessories. They drifted down Chuuya’s sternum, to his belly button and even lower. He leaned it, breath hot and minty against Chuuya’s ear in a way that made him want to beg for it. “Its so nice to see you like this, Chuuya~...” Dazai’s voice thrummed against his earlobe. Low, seductive and so hot that Chuuya felt like he was going to melt into a puddle of yes and please fuck me until he couldn’t even see straight. “Do you want it?” His words caught Chuuya off guard. As a stark punctuation, Dazai ran a slender finger up the length of Chuuya’s cock, which he didn’t even realize was already hard. It sent an inferno of need screaming across every tense muscle in him. He was lost for words for a moment, almost ready to cry from the pent up frustration of it all.“Yes – Oh, please God, yes…” He whimpered beneath his partner desperately. Dazai gave a crooked grin, teeth glinting in the supernatural Yokohama moonlight. There was a moment of indecipherable shifting until Chuuya felt it – a finger. In one swift movement in wriggled its way inside of his ass, yanking a low, weeping moan from his throat. The first minute felt like a cruel draw on Chuuya’s lust. It was a mixture of a sharp, stinging pain and a dull feeling of all too much where there shouldn’t be. They wormed around absently at first, before deciding on a movement. Chuuya was skeptical until the curling, digging and thrusting rippled a chain reaction of sparks inside him. He whined, his heels digging into the sheets for purchase, his head swimming in the bliss of it. He opened his eyes, everything is hot, too hot, a burning in every inch of his body that sends him reeling for more.“Look at that, Chuu~ya...” Dazai hummed as he worked. “I haven’t even touched your dick and you’re already a mess.”Chuuya opens his mouth for a retort, but is interrupted with a sharp twist of Dazai’s fingers that has him clutching the sheets and letting out a loud cry that has his throat torn raw. Dazai lets out a wicked chuckle, and digs his fingers in deeper in a way that has Chuuya seeing stars for a moment. He didn’t even know when he got two fingers in or how but he could barely think, let alone remember.Suddenly, there’s an emptiness inside him that has him begging for more as Dazai pulls away from him. He felt like he’d just used Corruption, with a deep seated pang of need and want and fucking can’t all at the same time to a point where it made him want to scream in frustration. He panted hard, looking up at Dazai with a deep seated anguish in his gaze. Dazai only snickered. His partner released Chuuya’s hands, opting instead to undo his dress pants, which he didn’t seem to worry about being stained yet. He made short work of the remnants of their clothes until they were rendered hot, sweaty skin against skin and lips against lips in a way that made Chuuya shiver with delight.The large cock entered him in a moment of distraction, leaving him trembling beneath Dazai in unexpected pain, a small mewl of indignant desperation being pulled from his throat in a moment of all-too-much. Blood thrummed in his ears and it felt almost like a dream, his childhood… whatever they were… with a throbbing dick buried inside him in a way that Chuuya would describe as blissful.Like clockwork, the first minute or two was a cruelty on Chuuya, it burned his senses in a way he hardly thought well of. He forced the pitiful noises deep into his chest, replacing them with as much hard earned toughness as he could muster. It died down slowly, and that sweetness eventually had him reeling for purchase on the bed.He wasn’t sure how long they were there fucking, minutes, hours… they blended together into a mesh of hot sex that Chuuya’s alcohol muddled brain failed to comprehend. Deep inside him, as he laid on the comforter beside Dazai, he felt bad. He just became Dazai’s bit rate hooker… voluntarily. That didn’t sound nice to him.