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The first subtle click of a key is the first sign Chuuya gets, and the lock clicking open seconds later, shivering as the door is quickly opened and shut on the cold winter air. He bites back a smile and rises to his feet, setting his laptop on the table, walking over to greet his mate. Dazai doesn’t move from his spot, eyes scanning the executive before flicking back up to his face.
Chuuya’s body aches with holding back, fingers twitching at his side to touch the omega, smelling the bitter cold still clinging to his clothes, overridden with the soft sharp smell of Dazai, calming and sweet. The apartment falls back into silence as Chuuya waits, letting the taller man move first, reaching out with long fingers to pull him into an embrace. Immediately Chuuya wraps his arms around his mate’s chest, breathing his scent in deeply, the tension in his shoulders falling away.
Speaking into his hair Dazai’s arms tighten around him. “I was so bored without you here. Kunikida’s not as much fun to bother.”
“Hm, I bet.” Chuuya says, feeling Dazai duck his head down to hide in Chuuya’s neck, his breath fanning hotly over his skin. “It was just meetings anyways, I doubt I’ll have to go back any time soon.”
“Bring me next time,” Dazai pouts. “My apartment doesn’t have heating.”
The Executive sighs at the admission, unwinding his arms and stepping back despite Dazai’s whine to look up at him better, grasping the omega’s forearms. Sharp brown eyes look over his face, lingering on his mouth before focusing again. “I told you to stay at my place,” Chuuya scolds his mate, “You’re shitty apartment is awful. I don’t know why the Agency has you staying there.”
“To build character?” Dazai asks, brow raising, as he looks towards the couch.
Breaking into smile, Chuuya shakes his head. “Go sit down, I’ll get you something to eat.” Walking into the tiny kitchen the redhead watches the brunet take a seat on the couch. “How have you been since I’ve been gone?”
Reaching up to grab a cup, Chuuya pauses, smelling Dazai’s hesitation, and underlying tone of frustration threading through and the alpha in Chuuya shifts. “You really should be wearing a heavier coat this week,” changing the subject, he pours Dazai tea, adding more sugar than usual. “Stay the night, and I’ll drive you to work in the morning.”
“I have tomorrow off.”
“Oh?” Chuuya does a few calculations, and adjusts his schedule, sending a quick text to Kouyou. Setting it down on the counter he picks up the tea and food, walking it over to Dazai, setting it on the coffee table. “Here, eat this and we can cuddle.”
“Really?” Dazai asks.
At the simple statement, Chuuya can almost taste the change in mood in his mate, ruffling his hair and sitting next to him. “Really.”
Since he had gotten home from a mission, Chuuya had been expecting his mate to turn up with his usual casual grace and lingering touches. Without his mate, Chuuya had slept rough and uneasy, and now back home, his lack of sleep was catching up to him. Leaning back on the pillows, Chuuya stretches his legs over Dazai’s lap, feeling better than before.
Waking up Chuuya’s left side is numb, and he groans softly as he adjusts himself, his back aching from the hard springs underneath him. Curled next to him Dazai twitches and blinks awake, his dark eyes watching as the redhead flicks on the lamp, casting a golden glow over the living room.
With a soft exhale Dazai lies back down, wrapping his legs through Chuuya’s, his head resting on the alpha’s shoulder. “You haven’t been sleeping well, otherwise Chibi wouldn’t fall asleep so easily.”
Carding his hands through the fluffy brown locks, Chuuya hums in agreement. “And you haven’t been eating.”
“I wasn’t hungry,” Dazai pouts. The executive nods, watching as Dazai shifts and props himself up, grabbing at Chuuya’s gloves and pulling them off. “I hate these tacky gloves. They smell.”
At the lame excuse, the redhead chuckles, threading their fingers together, kissing the back of his mate’s hand, eyes fluttering close as his omega stretches up and kisses him, soft and sweet. At once all Dazai’s hard earned sharpness melts into the curve of Chuuya’s body, hands cupping his face, unrushed in his movements, fire simmering underneath his skin at every touch. Carefully the executive sits up, drawing his mate closer, titling his head to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue against Dazai’s lips, before parting with a last press of their lips.
Leaning their foreheads together the detective grins like a child in at a fair. “Chuuya missed me,” he whispers.
“Like hell,” Chuuya smiles. His chest tightens as Dazai flushes, dark eyes flickering down, as if looking for a response, long fingers idly winding around a curl. His eyes prickle as Dazai huffs, unable to form an answer, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
“I fucking love you.”
The response is sharp, the silent widening of Dazai’s eyes, lips parting, and Chuuya laughs quietly, ignoring the way his eyes burn at the sight. He laughs as Dazai kisses him with shaky hands, eyelashes wet, Chuuya’s heart jack hammering in his chest, unable to do anything but to accept it, smile widening at the whispered response against his mouth. Dazai’s hand burns trails over his clothes, as if feeling him for the first time, grasping at Chuuya as if a starved man, his smile never fading.
In bed propped up against pillows, having exhausted themselves, Chuuya intertwines their fingers together, smiling as Dazai looks up from where his head lays on his shoulder. “Let’s get married,” he says, “You can move in properly into my apartment, and we can be proper mates.”
Dazai grins slowly, “I think chibi’s getting soft on me.” He catches Chuuya’s hand, pressing kisses to each knuckle, the alpha in Chuuya keening at the attention. “I already have most of my stuff there. I just need to get my books from my place.”
Chuuya chuckles, “Thought so.”
“We should get married in with the Sakura trees,” Dazai says, “I know Kouyou would love that.”
“The Sakura trees?” The redhead mutters, brows knitting together at the familiar memory, a slow smile spreading across his face as his cheeks flush pink. “You ass.”
“You first kissed me there.” Dazai notes.
Chuuya looks at his mate, unsure if to be betrayed or embarrassed. “Because you fell into the river, it was CPR not kissing!”
“Ah!” Dazai holds up a finger, wiggling his eyebrows at the details. “That counts. You kissed me, and how scandalous it was! You didn’t even ask me my name!”
Chuuya shoves his head away, crossing his arms over his chest. “You fucking jerk.”
“But you love this jerk.” Dazai smiles.
The executive sighs, rolling his eyes at his mate. “Sadly.”
“Scandalous,” Dazai murmurs, staring off into the distance, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. “Been stealing my breath since day one…”
Laughter bubbles up in Chuuya’s chest and he grabs a pillow, pressing it against his fiance’s face. “Shut up, you absolute idiot.”
“Only for you~”