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“Well, that’s the last of them!” Dazai proclaimed as he walked inside of the empty room and placed a box on the floor in an over dramatic manner. Chuuya strode in with his own box and set it on top of the previous box. He turned and grimaced at Dazai.“What the hell are you talking about? We still have a shitload of crap inside the truck. Get back to work.” Chuuya retorted. Dazai groaned and fell to the ground as if he’d been shot. He flailed his arms and legs like a child and then sat up to look at Chuuya.“Chuuya!” he whined, “We’ve been here since this morning! It’s like 5:57 now! You haven’t even bothered to offer me a drink or let me take a break! How am I supposed to work in such a terrible environment?” Dazai looked up at Chuuya and pouted. Chuuya’s expression feigned amusement.“You’re joking, right?” He walked over to Dazai and bent down so that they were on eye level. “I’m not arguing with you over a bunch of fucking boxes. Now get up and come help me.” Dazai crossed his arms and stared back at Chuuya, grinning at him with an impish delight.“And if I don’t?” he whispered. Chuuya glared at him and balled up his fist. He wheeled it back like he was going to punch Dazai, but he simply just wheeled around and put his hands on his temples. Dazai smiled when he heard Chuuya sigh in defeat.“If I go to get us some drinks and let you have a 15 minute break, will you get back to work?”“Hmmm...” Dazai put his hand to his chin as if he were deep in thought. “Make it 20.”“You fucking-” Chuuya stopped himself and simply trudged towards the door. He opened it and stepped outside. “You get 20 minutes. I’ll be back in 15.” he informed Dazai.“You got it boss!” Dazai promptly saluted towards Chuuya.Chuuya muttered under his breath and slammed the door shut. A few moments passed before Chuuya opened the door again. “Stay there, and don’t touch anything.” he ordered.“Chuuya, do I look like the type of person to go through all of your stuff?” he quipped.“I’m not going to answer that.”Chuuya was out of the door before Dazai could come up with another remark.Dazai waited a few beats and shouted. “Good riddance!” he yelled knowing that Chuuya was still within earshot. He used the given time to properly assess his surroundings. The only things in the room were two folding chairs, a TV with a built-in VHS player that looked like it would turn to dust if Dazai touched it, and a shitload of boxes. He brought the two chairs together to make a makeshift bed and laid on it. He had to bring his knees up to make his whole body fit. The thought of Chuuya being small enough to lie on the two chairs with ease made him chuckle.After about 5 minutes, Dazai grew bored. There was nothing to do in this damn house! He sat up and grabbed at one of the boxes on the floor. Chuuya had to have something that would make these 20 minutes a little more bearable. He pried open the box and sighed. Just clothes. He snatched another box off of the floor and opened it. It was a box of various animals carved out of wood. Dazai groaned in frustration and threw the box back onto the ground carelessly. What the hell did Chuuya even need so many wood carvings for!? He stood up and began to walk around the room, searching for something that would catch his interest. He made it to the far corner of the room when he noticed something. In the corner, surrounded by a heap of other boxes, was a box that Dazai didn’t notice before. It was a plain cardboard box just like the rest of them. The only thing that separated it from the rest was the scotch tape on it that was adorned with the words ‘DO NOT TOUCH!’ in red marker. If anything, Dazai thought that Chuuya put it there on purpose to hide it from Dazai’s view. Dazai smirked.Jackpot.He picked the box up with a newfound care and sat back down on the chairs. What was so important in this box that Chuuya placed it specifically out of sight? He opened the box and took in all of its contents. The only things inside of the box were a hoard of VHS tapes, all labeled with the same red marker. He shuffled through the box and picked out a random one. He read the label.Edging.Dazai raised an eyebrow. There’s no way that Chuuya was into that type of stuff. Right? Just to confirm his suspicions, he riffled through the box again. He made sure to dig deep this time, pulling out one of the ones at the very bottom. He flipped it over and read the title.W/ Dildo.All Dazai could do was stare at the box in a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Chuuya Nakahara, one of the most revered Port Mafia executives, made sex tapes? There were even enough of them to fill the whole box!Contrary to past actions, Dazai Osamu did not derive joy from viewing other people’s personal items. In fact, 15-year-old Dazai would have destroyed all of the tapes and made fun of Chuuya for the rest of time, but current Dazai couldn’t stop himself from walking over to the ancient VHS player and trying to make it work. It was quite simple, really. All he had to do was insert one of the tapes and press the play button. He decided on one pulling out a random tape and just shoving it into the machine. The old TV jolted to live and the screen filled with color. There Chuuya was, in all his glory. He sat on a bed with velvet sheets in nothing but his pants and jacket. ‘This must be his old house’ Dazai thought. His face was slightly flushed as if he was looking forward to this. He looked around and then took a deep breath.He slowly shed the dark jacket he was wearing and moved onto the center of the bed. He scooted towards a dresser on the right side of the bed and shuffled through a drawer. He pulled out a little black cell phone and clicked it on. He scrolled through it for a while before putting it up to his ear and replaying what Dazai assumed to be old voicemails. As soon as the voice on the other line started talking, Chuuya let out a breath of air as if he was in a desert and those voicemails were gallons of water. Dazai on the other hand let out a breath of complete shock. Not at the situation per se, but at the voice coming out of the phone. He recognized it immediately, of course he recognized it! It was his voice! Chuuya was getting off on Dazai’s voice! Dazai felt an assortment of emotions, hate or disgust not being a single one. Dazai quickly pressed the eject button and snatched the tape out of the player. Fuck. Fuucckkkk. This whole thing was a mistake. He quickly turned around to place everything in its original position so that he could pretend that this never happened. Unfortunately, time was not on his side. Dazai panicked as he heard keys jingle in the doorknob. “Hey shithead. Y’know, you didn’t even tell me what drink you wanted, so I had to search everywhere to find something that you wouldn’t whine about-” Chuuya paused mid sentence when he saw Dazai crouched in front of the TV. His gaze went from Dazai to the TV to the tape in Dazai’s hands to the box of tapes on the ground. His expression shifted from anger to confusion, and then it flushed with embarrassment. “Y-You..what the hell are you doing!?” he yelled with panic in his voice. Dazai’s mouth hung open for a while, unsure of what to say. It took him a while to regain his usual cocky composure.“Chuuya~” he sang. Chuuya ran towards Dazai in an attempt to get the tape back.“Give that back you perverted bastard!” Dazai stood up using his height to his advantage and standing on his tippy toes. Chuuya attempted to use his gravity ability to get it back, but Dazai grabbed his wrist, negating For The Tainted Sorrow. “Give it back or I swear I’ll fucking kill you!” His face was beet red and he looked desperate.“I didn’t know you were into this type of stuff Chuuya~” Dazai teased.“I’m not! That’s just..that’s just…” Chuuya averted his gaze for a moment before turning all his attention back to Dazai. “Dammit! You better not tell anyone about this!” he screamed.“Don’t worry, your little secret is safe with me.” Dazai winked. Dazai didn’t know if it was the slight panic from getting caught or just straight up horniness, but suddenly, he got a bright idea. “Well, your secret is safe with me on one condition.” he cooed.“What? What the hell do you want?” Chuuya responded. He looked a little calmer now. If only he could’ve predicted what Dazai was about to suggest.“How about we make one together?” Dazai innocently asked. Chuuya blinked once. Then twice.“Are you drunk? High? Because you must be on something to think that I would agree to such a crazy suggestion!” Chuuya howled.“I thought you’d accept. You had to be practically dreaming about this.”“What the hell made you think I’d accept that!?”“The voicemails that you still have saved on your phone. Especially the fact that you get off on them.”Dazai heard Chuuya ever so slightly gasp. “Dazai…” Chuuya breathed. He looked so desperate. Like a dog begging its owner. He couldn’t help but mess with the shorter man.“Chuuya.” Dazai responded.“Fuck. Are you serious?” He asked. His eyes were practically pleading for Dazai to say otherwise.“Nope.”“Then, you won’t mind if I do…this?” Chuuya gently grabbed Dazai’s collar. He had to stand on the tips of his feet to reach Dazai’s lips. He kissed Dazai, if you could even call it a kiss. It was more the barest brush of Chuuya’s lips against Dazai’s. Dazai was taken aback. Chuuya began to pull away, but Dazai grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. Chuuya strengthened his grip on Dazai’s collar and bit at his teeth in an attempt to gain entrance to his mouth. Dazai happily complied and licked at the inside of Chuuya’s mouth. Dazai drew his head back for a breath and laughed at the way Chuuya whined.“So, how do you feel about making that tape?” he chuckled.“Shit. On the floor?”“You got a better place?”“No. But-”“Great!” Dazai gently pushed Chuuya to the ground and climbed on top of him. He hooked his finger under Chuuya’s chin and kissed him with fervor. Chuuya wrapped his legs around Dazai’s waist and ran his hands through his hair. Dazai could feel himself getting harder every second. He pushed his crotch onto Chuuya’s and smirked when the ginger moaned into his mouth.“F-Fuck. Wait, Dazai. You said you wanted to record…right?” Chuuya slightly shoved Dazai off of him and crawled towards the box of tapes. He rifled through it and pulled out a tape with no label. He put it inside of the VHS player and hit the record button. They both sat in silence for a while.
“Is it recording?” Dazai questioned.“Yes.” Chuuya nodded. Dazai smirked and pulled Chuuya back under his weight.“Good,” he leaned down until his mouth was right next to Chuuya’s ear, “I can’t wait to rewatch all of the dirty things I’m going to do to you.” he whispered. He started to kiss down Chuuya’s neck. He licked and sucked at Chuuya’s neck, enjoying the way that Chuuya’s tiny whines made vibrations on his lips. Chuuya shuffled out of his jacket and moved his hands to unbutton his waistcoat. Dazai pushed Chuuya’s shirt collar out of the way and nipped at his collarbone. Chuuya made a heavenly sound and started to unbutton his shirt, but Dazai stopped him from taking it off.“Leave it. You look hot.” Dazai purred. He cupped Chuuya’s red face and returned his attention back to his lips. Dazai moved his hands to Chuuya’s throbbing cock. Chuuya whined and moved his hips in an attempt to get more stimulation from Dazai’s hand.“Do you like that?” Dazai huffed. Chuuya nodded frantically.“K-Keep going!” he groaned. Dazai complied and snaked his hand under Chuuya’s pants. He wrapped his hand around Chuuya’s dick and began to pump ever so slowly. Dazai drew circles around the tip of Chuuya’s length, enjoying the way that Chuuya bucked his hips up trying to get Dazai’s hands further down his cock. Suddenly, Dazai slipped his hand down Chuuya’s underwear and sped up his movement. Chuuya gasped at the feeling and Dazai took that chance to slide his tongue back into Chuuya’s mouth. Dazai brought his hand back to the tip and ran it down his whole length, smearing precum on Chuuya’s dick. Chuuya pulled back for air but Dazai just smashed their lips together again. “D-Dazai! I’m gonna cum!” he moaned into Dazai’s mouth. Dazai could feel Chuuya’s dick aching for release, so he took his hand out of Chuuya’s pants. Chuuya whined and grabbed at Dazai’s hand. When that didn’t work, he opted to stick his hand down his pants and finish the job himself, but Dazai grabbed his hands and pinned them above Chuuya’s head. “Dazai please! I’m so close! Please let me cum!” he cried. Dazai almost laughed at how someone so taciturn could turn so desperate in just a few minutes.“Sorry Chuuya, but I can’t let you ruin these pretty pants.” Dazai hummed, “Maybe I’ll let you cum when they’re off. How about that?” Chuuya nodded excitedly and didn’t protest when Dazai shifted to take his pants and underwear off. Dazai then stood up to take his own pants off. He snickered when Chuuya frowned at the lack of contact. “Did you bring lube?” he asked. Chuuya pointed to a box close to the original location of the box Dazai had found. Dazai dug through it until he found his desired item and then turned back to Chuuya. He clicked the cap of the bottle and squeezed some onto his fingers. He settled himself between Chuuya’s legs. Chuuya flinched when he felt Dazai’s cold fingers prod at his hole.“Daz-” Chuuya’s sentence was interrupted by his own choked up moan as Dazai shoved two of his fingers inside of him. Dazai dragged his fingers out until they were right at the entrance of Chuuya’s hole, and then he slammed back inside of him with just as much energy. He found Chuuya’s prostate with stunning succession and added a third finger before mercilessly hitting Chuuya’s prostate with every thrust. Chuuya was moaning out mixes of “Please, Dazai!” and “Right there, Dazai!” He was pumping his own cock along with Dazai fingering him. God, he wanted to–no, needed to cum! Dazai smiled and pulled his fingers out. He batted Chuuya’s hands off of his cock, once again disrupting his orgasm. “Please Dazai! Please please please let me cum! I’m begging you!” he whined. He was practically on the verge of tears. He wanted to–no, needed to cum! “You said I could cum!”“I said maybe.” Dazai corrected. Chuuya’s eyes were glazed over with unshed tears. Dazai cupped his face with his hands and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “There there, don’t worry I’ll make you feel real nice as a reward for being so good.” He cooed. He reached over for the discarded lube bottle and squirted some more on his hand. He rubbed it on his cock and aligned it with Chuuya’s hole, placing his hands on Chuuya’s waist for additional support. “Ready?” he asked.“Fuck yes! Please fuck me Dazai!”That was all the confirmation that he needed. He pulled back and slid his length into Chuuya’s hole. Both of them moaned when Dazai’s hips connected with Chuuya’s ass. Dazai pulled out and slammed back in, earning a moan from Chuuya that the neighbors would certainly question. He thrust into Chuuya, getting off on the delightful sounds the shorter man made with every thrust. “D-Dazai! Faster..p-please!” Dazai obeyed and sped up his thrusts. He slammed into Chuuya intensely, gripping his waist with a strength that would most definitely leave bruises the next day. Dazai looked at Chuuya, taking in his flushed face, teary eyes, and neck that was littered with hickeys. He looked absolutely disheveled, and Dazai wouldn’t want him any other way. He leaned down and ensnared Chuuya in a kiss. A gentle one this time, contrasting the roughness of his thrusts. The feeling of Chuuya’s lips against his made him go crazy. He loved this. He loved being inside of Chuuya, he loved putting his hands on Chuuya’s body, he loved kissing Chuuya, he loved Chuuya. That tape was his only inkling that Chuuya felt the same way. He kissed Chuuya's neck, moving one of his hands to run it through Chuuya’s hair.“I love you Chuuya. So fucking much.” He punctuated his sentence with a sharp thrust. Chuuya attempted to cover his mouth to conceal his moans, but Dazai grabbed his hand instead and intertwined their fingers. “I want to fuck you over and over again. I want your lips on mine, I want your hands on my body…fuck! I want you Chuuya!” he huffed. Dazai words were enough to drive Chuuya over the edge. He came onto Dazai’s shirt loudly, a few drops also landing on his own body. Dazai wasn’t too far behind. He came inside of Chuuya, fucking him through his much desired orgasm. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, calming down from their highs. Dazai pulled out of Chuuya after a while. Chuuya squirmed at the loss. Dazai laid his head on Chuuya’s chest and sighed. The awkward silence was excruciatingly loud until Chuuya broke it.“Did you mean what you said?”“Huh?”Dazai turned his head and stared up at Chuuya. His face was red and his hair was a little messed up. He seemed as if he was avoiding Dazai’s eye contact at all costs. “You…You said that you wanted me,” he stammered. “Did you really mean that?”Dazai smiled warmly and ran his hands through Chuuya’s hair. “Of course I meant it. You think I would make a sex tape with you for fun?”Chuuya hummed. “Oh! The tape!”“I’ll get it. It’s not like you can walk anyways.” Dazai winked. Chuuya blushed and mumbled something under his breath. Dazai walked over to the TV and pressed the stop button he walked back over to Chuuya. He kneeled down and fell onto Chuuya’s chest. Chuuya yelped, but made no attempt to get Dazai off of him. The two of them just laid there, listening to the sounds of the other breathing.————————————
In the end, Dazai ended up taking some of the tapes home for “personal reasons,” and Chuuya? Well, he had a new tape that was certainly going to make an appearance in another tape and a new buddy to make more tapes with. It was a double win.