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As sick as it sounds, I loved you first by coragray
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
06 May 2026
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The man went mad, he begged Dazai for relief, he offered up every bit of information he had in a fit of sobs.
Mori remembered what Dazai told him afterwards, he said "I could never torture somebody as well as they torture themselves."
He remembered the chill that went down his spine, remembered the way Dazai's eyes bore into his, the apathy bleeding through.
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Chuuya walked over to Dazai's bed, he had no idea what he'd do, no plan of how to drag the boy out of his misery. For a minute he just stood there, taking in the distant look that had settled into Dazai's eyes, like he wasn't truly there.
He sat in the corner, the mattress dipped beneath his weight and his warmth flowed through the thin blanket. This physical shift seemed to have dragged Dazai out of his hypnotic state, he looked over to Chuuya with an unblinking stare. The look carried no ulterior motive, there was no scrutiny, no anticipation, there was nothing. He was just looking. That terrified Chuuya.
He knew what to do when Dazai would scheme, he knew what moves to pull when the bastard would try to predict everything; but now, the weight of uncertainty dawned on Chuuya, he truly did not know what to do with this new piece of vulnerability that was shown to him involuntarily.
"Dazai, what's wrong?" It was a stupid question, he didn't know why he asked, he knew with full certainty that Dazai wouldn't answer that or even acknowledge it for that matter. It was never that easy with him.
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"I've been itching for a mission like this, the Boss has me drowning in paper work. That jewel trade is all talk and no action I've been boring myself to death listening to them talk."
"I had a feeling you'd like this."
Chuuya felt something warm in that moment, something intimate. There was a weird intimacy in being known, in being seen. He wasn't sure he'd ever feel it with anyone but Dazai. He hated Dazai for that, at least that's what he told himself.
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While in a battle the port mafia and the agency find themselves back in time, only to meet a young osamu still in the clutches of the mafia.
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Mori leaned closer with caution, trying to smell any alcohol, "Did you take anything?"
"You really want to know?" Dazai wore his signature cheshire cat smile, he leaned closer, his hand crawling up Mori's thigh, he paused an inch from Mori's face, making a play of innocently looking up. Mori closed the gap between them without thinking, the invitation was too tempting to refuse.Dazai took the opportunity to crawl into Mori's lap, slowly grinding on the growing bulge in the older's pants. He kissed Mori back with an insatiable hunger, letting small sounds escape his throat which let out something animalistic in Mori.
Mori's hands travelled down Dazai's back till they reached his ass. Dazai smirked against his face, deepening the kiss. He suddenly pulled back, saliva trail following his rosy lips, and much to Mori's dismay he got off his lap and began kneeling in front of Mori, "Won't Mori-san fuck my brains out?"
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He methodically went through them, using his brute force to knock down the doors, all he encountered were drunk couples in the process of shabby love making, if you can even call it that. The last room was left. Chuuya had to calm himself before he reluctantly kicked down that door as well. He had to mentally prepare himself for the worst he could think of. He imagined Dazai pressed into the dirty white sheets: hair messily scattered everywhere while he breathed heavily, with the stupid man on top of him, probably sweating heavy and trying to force himself into Dazai. Thinking back to it, Dazai did seem a little out of it when Chuuya saw him following the other man.
When the door finally flew open, the sight he saw was definitely not the one he'd been preparing himself for.
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He had a pounding migraine, the day off in the port mafia had left him with absolutely nothing to do: so he did what he does best, he drowned himself in alcohol and pills. It was peacefully mind numbing for a while, but the worst thing about distractions is they keep your problems at bay, but not out of sight.
It's like watching the reaper with his rotting sickle watch you, never out of sight, but temporarily out of reach. The most common advice in situations like these was to man up and face the situation - take the bull by its horns. That's just plain stupid.
It's the kind of thing Chuuya would do.
He'd always admired Chuuya for his sheer drive. There was a light behind Chuuyas eyes you don't often find in people, the fire of ambition, of passion. Dazai truly envied him. All he ever wanted in life was purpose. Ambition would help him, and it's not like he didn't have ambition, it's just that his ambition happened to be directed in trying to kill himself.
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There's nothing wrong with contemplating life
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