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Chuuya lit his cigarette and took a deep inhale of the cancerous chemicals as he blew out the smoke, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of the stimulant flooding his bloodstream and rushing to his brain. Soothing the incessant aching behind his forehead.
The ache that was only there thanks to his ex-partner he may add.
He knew that he would have to deal with the bastard sooner or later, but every second he could avoid his personal pain in the ass is one he would cherish.
He looked to his hand to notice the fine trembles that shook his fingers around the cigarette that he clenched harder in irritation. He did what he had to do to get them both out of there alive and complete the mission.
It shouldn’t bother him what he had to do to make it believable; the way Dazai cried out in pain and grabbed his shoulder, the way he slumped over by his feet limply after the bullet fired…
He clenched his jaw until his teeth began to groan in protest at the pressure. There was no point in recalling the events that occurred in that jail. Unfortunately it seemed no matter now he tried his mind did not agree, constantly taking him back to those images of his partner at his mercy every time he closed his eyes to even blink.
Distraction was the easiest way to move forward, a busy mind means one that can’t be taunted by the past or the literal chaos god he holds deep inside and its painful whispers about his humanity or possible lack-thereof. Paperwork was tedious but was an easy excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion.
But his shift was done; asking for more shifts while possible would get the Kouyou on his back again about self-care. A shudder came down his spine at the thought of having to sit in that luxurious chair of hers over tea while she lectured him down to his bones, all the while with that unwavering glare only a disappointed woman of her power and experience could manage.
Thankfully he knew a wide variety of tasteful distractions layed in his cellar, he had more than earned his share of a bottle today simply for not killing the waste of bandages that harassed him endlessly. With every thought and movement. Practically with very breath the Mafioso took.
The thought alone made him suck in more of his addictive vice in frustration as he watched the smoke dissipate in the air once more, only making him feel slightly better as he worked his way through the multiple locks on his door. At the very least he was finally able to relax in his penthouse…
“Welcome home Honey~” Dazai’s cheerful tone greeted him the second he opened the door, he thought about slamming the door in his face for a moment before quickly remembering that this was HIS home.
“I told you to stop stalking me asshole! What are you even doing in my house anyways?!” Chuuya growled at Dazai just smiled warmly in the way that flipped Chuuya’s stomach upside down.
“Well I didn’t stalk you dumb doggy, I just waited for you to come home with your tail between your legs-” He teased as he grabbed his chin and tilted the shorter man to face him as he tried to slow his now rapid heartbeat. Dazai hummed as he took a good look at the others exhausted face as his own contorted with concern. “-and I’m glad I did. Someone isn’t taking care of my dog properly. So I will nurse him back to his pretty perfect state.”
The sweetness of the compliment was soured by the feeling that Dazai was only there for his own selfish reasons, so he could play the “hero detective” and save the poor Mafioso from the pain he caused in the first place.
“I didn’t want you to come and try and help Dazai! I’m not your mess to try and fix.” He glared, only feeling remorse for a second as Dazais expression faltered for a moment as a flash of hurt showed through his calm and cheerful façade.
“Then why not change the locks? Why not remove this?” He asked as his fingers slid down his neck and slender fingers slowly hooked underneath his choker in an intimate way that made him swallow against the cold touch.
“Bastard.” Chuuya huffed as his flimsy attempt at deflection folded faster than a house of cards. He brought his cigarette that was burning away in his hand this whole time to his mouth once more, only for it to pulled away slowly. Dazai shifted his weight onto his good leg and the arm that rested on his crutch, freeing his hand to fold into Chuuyas, manipulating his fingers like putty until he was the one grasping it.
“If you’re using these then I must have really messed up this time-“ Dazai trailed off as he took a breath of the cigarette himself before using the hand that still was tracing the edges of Chuuya’s choker to pull the mafioso towards his lips.
Chuuya showed no resistance as the pair shared a passionate kiss full of smoke and tongue. Chuuya’s arms wound around the bandages man as if he were a lifeline; grasping onto whatever he could to steady himself inside.
Even as he did so it didn’t go unnoticed that the shorter man did not put any weight into the embrace, almost as if the other would crumble if he leaned on the other man. Dazai smiled into the kiss at how thoughtful his sort-of-secret lover was.
as his hands reached his shoulder without realizing and squeezing. Dazai let out a yelp of pain as Chuuya pulled away immediately as if the man’s lips had began burning him, leaving a ghost of smoke between them.
“Shit- Sorry! Are you okay?” His hands hovered around his form with the slight tremble in his fingers returning once more. Dazai’s eyes darted towards the petit mafioso’s expression up his arm to his shaking hands all the pieces to the case finally came to form the conclusion to the hatracks odd behavior.
Chuuya felt guilty for working with Fyodor and injuring him on the mission. Blaming-himself even for following orders he himself gave.
Dazai walked into his ex-partners apartment silently, Chuuya followed him without question to his bedroom and watched as he opened the window slightly; tossing out the nearly burnt-out cigarette into the night.
“Dazai?” Chuuya asked as he berated himself for how meek the question came across, but he didn’t have time to overthink about the matter as the bandaged man sat on his bed and patted beside him, the other obeying silently with hesitation.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Dazai said plainly as Chuuya could only snort. “do you really have the brain of a mackerel. Do you know what it’s like to obey the orders of that psycho? To hold the gun against the person you love.” The second part of the statement was said a lot quieter than the first, but Dazai’s tone did not waver as his hand cupped the others cheek tenderly, as if caressing a flowers petals.
“No” he agreed. “I still gave the orders. You know what would have happened if you had done anything else.” He said as Chuuya bit his cheek in irritation.
Dazai may want to die, but he never liked pain outside of sexual circumstances. If the plan included breaking his leg and Chuuya shooting him then it clearly would have been the only possible option.
“So if anything you saved me you dumb dog.” He chuckled sadly as his thumb brushed under the others dark undereyes making him close his eyes slowly. “But I didn’t know my puppy had separation anxiety. Next time I’ll try to make sure my guard dog stays by my side where he belongs~” Dazai teased to Chuuya with a slight smirk, but the certainty in his tone made it seem more like a pledge.
“I do not have separation anxiety.” Chuuya denied with a pout and a glare that with his tired state removed any threatening aura around it. Dazai couldn’t help but want to pinch the others cheeks so he indulged himself as his thumb and index finger pinched the fat of Chuuyas face gently.
“Okay then I’ll leave. Since you clearly don’t wanna be around me, Bye-bye Chuuya!” He waved as he grabbed his crutches and walked out with another word.
“Oh fuck off you son of a bitch!” He yelled but Dazai did not return, he sinked into his bed with a dejected huff that sounded dangerously close to the start of a sob.
Only to see the brunette standing there smugly. Waving a hairbrush smugly with his wrist.
“Just kidding~ But you were saying?” Dazai teased knowing his point had been proved beyond reasonable doubt.
“You better not do this shit to me ever again or I will shoot you next time and mean it.” Chuuya growled as Dazai for once did not rise to the joke but looked his ex-partner in the eyes.
“If it doesn’t need to happen again it NEVER will.” He vowed. He may enjoy teasing the Mafioso, sometimes even hurting him a little if the night runs hot and they are tangled in each others limbs.
But seeing his dog, his chuuya in this state. That is something he could never enjoy. The only thing that made him actively want to kill more than anything was when the petit Mafioso lost that fire, when on the rare occasion that flicker of fear appears behind his eyes.
But his plans to kill the person responsible (himself) could wait. For now he had a dog to take care off.
“Well it’s time for Chuchu’s vet appointment~” Dazai giggled at the horrified picture that was Chuuyas expression as he tickled the other between his ribs. A spot that never failed to be ticklish as the ginger howled with laughter.
After a minute of breathless laughter and some swearing from the victim Dazai finally relented as he put his fingers on his chin dramatically. “Hmm, it seems this dog needs grooming and a nice long nap with his owner!” He concluded as he grabbed the hairbrush he had casted aside previously.
Chuuya huffed, this time with amusement as he placed his hat neatly on his bedside. “You are insufferable.” He said with an eyeroll at the others antics he simply shrugged.
“If the dog wants to bark and whine I can always call vet Kouyou~” He threatened lovingly as Chuuya shuddered.
“You wouldn’t…” He accused trying to call the detective members bluff...
He quickly changed his mind as he heard the telltale beeps of someone dialing a phone number.
“Okay okay! Do whatever you want suicidal maniac.” Chuuya relented as began working out the knots in his partners ginger locks.
“Good boy~” He praised as the other grumbled but did not comment. Dazai finished dialing the number as he let his phone ring between his good shoulder and neck.
“Atushiiiii OW! My leg really hurts! I need to take tomorrow off!” He whined dramatically, taking the upmost pleasure at the muffled yells of frustration he heard from the rest of the office in the background off the call.
“Okay I let the others know.” Atushi complied as Dazai smiled, but this was not his usual smiles of joy. This was the smirk the Dazai of long ago wore, the one he couldn’t help but express when he had everyone exactly where he wanted them.
“Oh and tell Akutagawa that his mission is complete and his superior is on a mission regarding personal matters tomorrow.” Dazai said aloud knowing all to well that Akutagawa would have waited at the agency both for more orders and to be around his current mentee. The one he definitely did not have a crush on.
“Gladly.” Akutagawa said aloud before hanging up the phone.
“You had Akutagawa in on this! You manipulative bitch!” Chuuya growled as Dazai poked his tongue out, working out a particularly stubborn knot with precision.
“Only because my dog doesn't know to whine when he’s not feeling well~” Dazai purred in his ear, adding a nibble for good measure as the Mafiosos face flushed, his ears quickly reddening along with it.
Dazai felt his insides curl in satisfaction. His petit Mafioso would be back to his usual bitchy self in no time.