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Dazai Osamu doesn’t quite know why he is wandering through the huge forest that separates kitsune and tengu during the middle of the night, but as he stretches, yawning loudly with his tails swishing behind him, he doesn’t much care.

The war between kitsune and tengu has been going on for as long as he can remember, and with fur as white as moonlight and nine tails under his belt, the kitsune has lived quite a long time.

He still has not seen an end to the bloodshed.

As he continues to walk through the forest, he starts to get a strange feeling, a pull, guiding him further within. He hesitates for a moment, before slowly starting to walk again, letting himself be led.

It’s a feeling that he has never felt before. If he had to describe it, he would say it feels like, not only his body, but his very soul is being guided.

He has never been one to care much about things such as fate or destiny, but he can’t help but wonder if this is what it might feel like. Either way, he is curious above all else.

It feels like he’s been walking forever, and he almost decides to break this mysterious pull and turn right back around and head home. However, the feeling gets a lot stronger as he finally enters a small clearing, a break within the dense forest, a spot he has never been to before.

He looks around cautiously, the trees surrounding the area in a circle, the ground that is mostly dirt but with patches of grass scattered here and there. He looks up at the sky, the moon which is peaking through the trees, filtering the area in an almost otherworldly light.

He then notices a rock, though it’s big enough to be a boulder, placed near the edge of the area. His eyes trail up the boulder and…is that a…person?

A mysterious figure stands up from being seated on top of the boulder. He can’t see them very well, but as the moon’s light shifts, casting light upon both of them, he suddenly notices two huge black wings as dark as night, but just as beautiful spreading out from behind the figure.

A tengu.

Dazai’s first instinct should be to run, especially since he notices a sword attached to the sash at the tengus’ hip, but he can’t seem to bring himself to.

Because this tengu, is absolutely beautiful.

His hair is a beautiful shade of red, growing longer on one side and falling over his left shoulder. He is wearing a dark grey hakama with a dark red kimono tucked into it with a black haori resting on his shoulders and a black scarf wrapped around his neck.

He is definitely a contrast to what the kitsune himself is wearing, which is a black haori with a grey-blue yukata underneath.

The thing that catches Dazai off the most though, is the fact that both he and the tengu are staring at eachother the exact same way.

In awe.

He tries to speak, but the words die in his throat, almost choked out. That seems to be all it takes to snap the tengu out of whatever spell he himself had fallen into, because he quickly unsheathes his sword and launches towards the stunned kitsune.

Dazai widens his eyes, ‘He’s fast!’ before being tackled to the ground. He’s over the kitsune, with his sword quickly placed at his throat and knee on his chest, effectively pinning him down.

“Any last words, kitsune bastard?” The tengu spits out, and his voice…his voice causes Dazai’s ears to twitch fondly because it is the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

Dazai is fixated on another part of the tengu that he didn’t notice until up close. His eyes, a piercing blue that cuts through the darkness, strangely filling his heart with warmth.

The tengu leans in more, “Well?” his blade edging ever closer to Dazai’s neck, clearly impatient.

And really, Dazai should be more concerned with dying at this very moment than what he’s about to say, but the words just tumble out, “You’re beautiful…” He says, almost reverential.

There is silence, the words hanging in the air as the tengu widens his eyes with his mouth hanging open. The tengu stares into the kitsunes golden eyes, blade pressing more against his neck, drawing a slither of blood. Dazai remains still and silent, watching the gorgeous tengu before him.

Whatever the tengu finds in the kitsunes eyes, it makes him lower his blade with a scoff as he climbs off of him, sheathing his sword back against his hip. Dazai slowly shifts onto his elbows, tilting his head curiously, “Why didn’t you kill me?” The kitsune asks as he watches the tengu adjust the scarf wrapped around his neck, that came loose in the tumble.

At that question, the tengu stiffens, his back to the kitsune, “I didn’t want to soil my blade with your disgusting blood.” He spits out before spreading his large wings and taking off through the trees, not once looking back.

Dazai blinks, golden eyes glinting in the moonlight as a soft smile graces his lips, “Silly tengu, you felt it too, didn’t you?” Dazai’s tails swish in excitement for a moment before drooping sadly, ears following suit, “and I didn’t even get your name...”

*****

Days pass, and each night Dazai visits that same spot within the forest that he first met the tengu. He hasn’t felt that pull guiding him in just as long. He thought it was the area itself but…perhaps not.

He can’t explain why, but he just needs to see the mysterious tengu again, needs to continue seeing him. But each time he is left disappointed as the tengu is nowhere to be found.

It is exactly one week later when Dazai decides that he will most likely never see him again, that he feels that strange pull again. Taking this as a sign, he rushes to the clearing, and that is where he finds the tengu, sitting atop the boulder in the same place where they met, looking up at the moonlight filtering through the trees.

That feeling like his soul is being led towards something…isn’t a place but rather someone.

Dazai’s breath catches in his throat at the sight of the tengu again, his beautiful red hair and milky skin illuminated under the moonlight. His black feathers softly moving from the slight breeze from the night air. He is absolutely stunning, and Dazai is already hooked.

He has seen many tengu of course, through the war, the fighting and bloodshed that has been shared between both of their sides, but never has he ever seen one as beautiful as the tengu before him. Even when the tengu had him pinned and his blade to his neck, he couldn’t stop staring into his blue eyes which held so much emotion, so much wonder.

He wants to know this tengu, wants to see him, needs to see him. There is no way denying that the pull he felt guiding him to this clearing, was towards the tengu before him instead. He doesn’t know if he can resist the pull that he feels towards him but…it’s not like he wants to resist it in the first place.

The tengu notices the kitsune staring at him and clicks his tongue, “Oi, what’s with that dumb look on your face? It’s like you’ve never seen a tengu before in your fucking life.”

“Dazai Osamu.” Dazai suddenly blurts out, ears turning red and twitching out of shyness over how embarrassingly abrupt he just was.

The tengu blinks, “Haaaah?” before arching his eyebrow.

Dazai can’t help but chuckle over his reaction, “My name is Dazai Osamu, and yours?” He asks expectantly, keen to know the name of the tengu who has charmed him so, his tails swaying nervously behind him.

The tengu widens his eyes for a moment before snorting, “Nakahara Chuuya.” He says softly as he looks away.

“Chuuya...” Dazai says slowly, testing the name on his tongue before smiling. There is a moment of silence before he asks, “What made you come back here?” Curious to know if the tengu has felt this same strange pull towards him as well.

Chuuya shrugs, his feathers ruffling in his movements, “Not that it’s any of your business...,” he looks up at the moon through the trees, “but I don’t really know, something just pulled me back here.”

Dazai’s mouth opens slightly in surprise but closes it when Chuuya speaks again, “And what about you, Osamu? What brings you back here?”

Dazai immediately turns red hearing Chuuya call him by his name. Everyone in his clan calls him Dazai and Chuuya is the first one to call him by Osamu in such a long time. He realises very quickly that he wants to keep hearing it from Chuuya’s lips.

Chuuya clears his throat to bring Dazai out of his stupor, to which the kitsune shakes his head to snap himself out of it. Oh how ‘You’ is on the tip of his tongue but he doesn’t want to scare Chuuya away, so instead, “I often take walks within the forest to clear my mind.”

“Interesting,” Chuuya comments after a moment as he begins absentmindedly twirling the longer strands of his hair around his finger. Dazai quickly wishes that it was his hand playing with Chuuya’s hair before the tengu continues, “is there a reason that you headed for this area for that? The forest is very big, you could go anywhere.”

Dazai smiles softly, “I suppose just like you, there was something drawing me back here.” Or more like someone he thinks but doesn’t say.

Chuuya hums in thought, and there is silence for a moment before Chuuya stands up from the boulder and hovers down to Dazai and that is when the kitsune notices just how small the tengu really is, the top of his head reaching to his shoulder.

Chuuya looks up at him with his bright blue eyes glittering in the moonlight, “Then, let’s make a truce.”

“A...truce?” Dazai asks, golden eyes sparkling in barely concealed excitement. Does this mean he will get to continue seeing Chuuya?

Chuuya chuckles, “Yes, a truce, dummy. Did you forget we are meant to be killing eachother right now?”

Ah, Dazai thinks, that is a thing now, isn’t it?

His ears droop down sadly for a moment before they perk up again when Chuuya continues, “Let’s continue to meet here, considering we are both drawn here, maybe...maybe we will find out why, and maybe...we could do that together.”

“I think you’re the one forgetting about the war, considering you didn’t try to kill me for a second time.” Dazai teases, ears playfully wiggling.

Chuuya rolls his eyes, “You just told me that you felt a pull towards this place too, meaning I’m not the only one. So, in order for both of us to find out exactly what, I will delay your death, just for a little bit.”

Dazai’s mouth opens slightly, ‘But Chuuya, you are my reason for coming here’ he thinks to himself before grabbing Chuuya by the shoulders and beaming with excitement, tails twirling behind him, “That sounds like a great idea!”

Chuuya immediately turns red and bats Dazai back with his wings. Dazai laughs as he backs away, the feathers having slightly tickled him and turns red as he looks at Chuuya, who is hiding his face behind his scarf, “Y-You don’t just grab someone like that, bastard. D-Do that again and I won’t hesitate to cut you down! Truce or not!”

Dazai’s heart thumps loudly in his chest over Chuuya’s adorable reaction.

He is so screwed.

“Anyway...” Chuuya continues as he fixes his feathers which got ruffled from hitting the shitty kitsune, “I can’t come here too often or my clan will get suspicious.”

Dazai’s ears droop down and his tails do too. So that means he will hardly get to see Chuuya...

“Once a week.” Chuuya says softly and Dazai’s ears perk up.

“Once a week?” Dazai repeats, hoping he didn’t mishear, even though he wants to see Chuuya more, he is happy even getting that.

“Yes, once a week. Otherwise I’ll be suspected of betrayal.”

Dazai nods, his lips spreading into a smile, “Then I look forward to seeing you again exactly one week from now, Chuuya.”

Chuuya would be lying if he said the way the kitsune said his name didn’t make him shiver but rather than question what the hell his reaction to the kitsune was, he simply nods and spreads his wings, taking to the sky through the trees.

Dazai smiles as he watches him fly off, “I hope that with this truce, you will figure out that it’s me you’re drawn to, Chuuya.”

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The area in which Dazai and Chuuya chose their rendezvous is but a tiny speck within a huge forest spanning many acres.

This forest separates kitsune and tengu and is the only thing keeping them at bay, for now. However, if they do happen to cross paths, there is almost always bloodshed.

The reasoning behind this silly war has long since been lost to time, with not even Dazai, a kitsune living hundreds of years already, knowing a time when there may have been peace between the two. Sadly, it seems that it is deep-seeded hatred that shows no sign of coming to an end, at least, not in his lifetime.

Tengu are a lot stricter than kitsune, so Dazai can only imagine how risky this might end up being for Chuuya as they continue seeing eachother and time goes on, especially if any of his clan start noticing a pattern. Dazai can only hope that Chuuya is sneaky enough to avoid that altogether.

Dazai can’t help but consider their situation even more, the pull he feels towards the tengu.

The concept of soulmates has never interested Dazai, that is...until meeting a certain tengu now. He always thought that if he had one, somewhere, that it would be another kitsune, not a tengu, and one who is meant to be an enemy no less.

But as Dazai’s thoughts wander to the tengu…he wouldn’t change anything about Chuuya and wants him just the way he is. Wings and all.

The next week went extremely slowly for Dazai. All he wanted to do was travel back into the forest and wait for Chuuya.

When it was finally time, he rushed to their little area and to his luck, found Chuuya there, waiting. Dazai can’t help but smile so wide, oh how he missed him.

Chuuya is lazing on his stomach atop the boulder, and Dazai’s eyes gradually trail down the tengus’ form, and can’t help but blush when he notices the perfect curve of Chuuya’s ass, despite the hakama he is wearing.

The gulp that escapes Dazai’s throat is what alerts Chuuya to his presence, blue eyes immediately darting to the awestruck kitsune.

Chuuya studies him for a moment before speaking, “Well, look who decided to show up,” Chuuya yawns as he stretches his wings out, “you’re late.”

Dazai blinks before letting out a laugh. He knows he rushed here, and knowing Chuuya rushed here too makes his heart flutter, “I’m not late, chibi is just eager to see me.”

Chuuya immediately clambers onto his hands and knees, feathers bristling in anger, “CHIBI!?”

Dazai lets out another laugh as he sits down on a patch of grass nearby, “Yep, chibi.”

Chuuya growls but his interest is peaked when he watches Dazai pull some sort of orange...fruit? Out of the sleeve of his yukata.

As Dazai begins to take a bite, he notices the look Chuuya is giving him, “Want some?” He gestures, holding the fruit up.

Chuuya tilts his head curiously and Dazai finds it absolutely endearing, “What is it?”

“You’ve never seen a peach before?” Dazai asks, totally baffled.

“A...peach?”

‘Ah’, Dazai thinks to himself, ‘Chuuya really doesn’t know what a peach is.’

Which really, shouldn’t be too surprising considering kitsune are known to absolutely love peaches. His guess is that the tengu forbid anything related to kitsune making its way over to their side. It’s a tiny thing, quite petty really, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

“Come and have a bite.” Dazai calls over to Chuuya, whose eyes haven’t left the mysterious fruit once.

Chuuya hums and pushes himself off of the boulder and lands beside Dazai, their shoulders brushing together which causes Dazai to jolt for a moment, feeling Chuuya’s warmth against him.

He shakes his head and offers Chuuya the peach, “Here.”

Chuuya hesitates for a moment before he carefully takes the peach in his hand, eyeing it suspiciously.

Dazai watches Chuuya with amusement as the tengu sniffs the peach, then turns to glare, squinting at him. Dazai can’t help but laugh, “I didn’t poison it, I promise.”

Chuuya snorts, “If you did, I’d unsheathe my blade and cut you down before I die. If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me, shitty kitsune.”

Before Dazai can even answer, Chuuya finally takes a bite of the peach - a rather big one, and also rather savagely - which results in a lot of the juice dripping from his lips and down his chin.

Dazai should be mortified really, watching the tengu before him eat his favourite fruit like a maniac but...he can’t help that his eyes follow the trail of juice down Chuuya’s chin.  He unconsciously licks his own lips, wondering how the juices of the peach would taste along with Chuuya’s skin, his own taste.

He is knocked out of his thoughts when he notices Chuuya’s reaction...the tengus’ eyes are wide, mouth slightly open and wings flapping happily behind him.

He turns to Dazai, mouth still half full with peach, “It’s so mgoodf!” He manages to get out and Dazai thinks he just fell even harder for the small tengu beside him than he has already.

Dazai gulps at the beautiful blue eyes before him,  and really, he should have more restraint but that is not at the forefront of his mind currently.

What is though, is him bringing his hand up to gingerly wipe some of the juice away from Chuuya’s lips with his thumb.

His hand stays against Chuuya’s cheeks as he stares into his eyes. That feeling that he has started getting used to, the feeling of his soul being pulled towards Chuuya, is really strong, especially the longer he has his hand on the tengu.

 He swallows thickly, reigning in his composure before speaking, “My my, the chibi tengu is such a messy eater.” He says softly, fond smile gracing his lips.

Chuuya is stunned, mouth gaping open as he stares into the kitsunes golden eyes since Dazai wiped the juice from his face.

That is, until he comes back to his senses.

He immediately pulls back, his face a bright shade of red as he stuffs his mouth full with the rest of the peach.

Dazai tilts his head curiously as he watches the tengu, “Chuuya?”

Chuuya stiffens before abruptly standing up, “I-I have to go! And you better not be late next time, bastard!”

And with that, Chuuya jumps up and immediately takes to the sky.

Dazai sighs with a pout, “I wanted him to stay longer…” he plays with his own peach in his hand – only half eaten - as his ears droop down, “I should be careful and not give into this pull so easily. I don’t want to scare him away.” He nods to himself, determined not to ruin what could be as he quickly finishes his own peach.

*****

Another week passes, and Dazai has been buzzing with excitement upon seeing Chuuya again, and this time, he makes sure to transform into his fox form in order to get to their secret spot even quicker. But of course, he still doesn’t manage to beat the tengu since Chuuya is already there, but this time he is leaning against the base of the rock.

Dazai pouts but quickly turns back into his yokai form since it doesn’t look like Chuuya has noticed him yet. Maybe he will use that to give him a little scare sometime, he thinks mischievously.

He emerges from behind the trees, tails swaying happily, “Hello, Chuuya.”

Chuuya doesn’t even look at him as he answers, “Well, you are on time this time at least.”

Dazai grins, as he walks closer to Chuuya, settling down beside him, “I didn’t realise the chibi tengu missed me so much.”

That gets a reaction out of the tengu, as his feathers bristle and almost smack Dazai in his smug face, “S-Shut up! I just...missed the peaches is all,” Chuuya glances at Dazai, almost shyly but expectantly, “did you bring some?”

Dazai’s ears wiggle in fondness over how adorable Chuuya is, “Why of course I did,” he pulls some peaches out of the sleeves of his yukata and hands one to Chuuya, “have as many as you like.”

Chuuya smiles upon seeing the peaches and Dazai’s heart skips a beat. Chuuya’s eyes then widen as if just remembering something, “Actually, I brought something too,”

Dazai watches as Chuuya pulls a bottle and two small cups out of his wings, and immediately knows what it is, “Sake?” Dazai asks, eyes gleaming happily as his tails thump behind him.

Chuuya stalls for a moment, “Oh, so you know what this is,” He chuckles, but it almost sounds sad.

Dazai tilts his head in confusion before understanding, ‘So Chuuya is sad because it isn’t something I’ve never tried before? Like him and the peaches? Oh Chuuya, I’m happy because it is you that I will be sharing this with in the first place.’

He smiles brightly as he claps his hands, “I can’t believe Chuuya knows my favourite drink already!”

Chuuya lifts his head and Dazai swears he can see happiness in those eyes, “It is?”

“Of course! And I am honoured that you want to share your sake with me, my dear tengu.” Dazai bows his head towards him, smile not once leaving his lips.

Chuuya turns as red as his hair and looks away, “Pfft, as if. I-I just wanted to return the favour for the peaches.”

“If you say so.” Dazai teases with a smug smile.

Chuuya rolls his eyes and holds his hand out for a peach, in which Dazai gladly hands him one.

They eat and drink in comfortable silence, just listening to the sound of the gentle breeze rustling the trees around them. Dazai often finds himself staring at Chuuya, still completely in awe, and wonders just when the tengu will realise it too, to see what he sees.

But...even if he doesn’t, even if it takes forever, Dazai will wait and continue seeing Chuuya, and maybe, just maybe, luck will be on his side. Just this once.

He knows that their relationship, the fact that they could be soul mates - no, he knows they are - is risky given their clans hate for eachother but...as he stares at Chuuya, his gorgeous red curls, his blue eyes full of emotion and with a smile that warms both his heart and soul...

He doesn’t care.

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As the weeks go by, Dazai and Chuuya continue to meet without fail. They chat about anything and everything, and they also bring food and drinks to share together each time.

Dazai even got the opportunity to give Chuuya that little scare in his fox form like he wanted.

He shifted into his fox form once he peaked behind a tree and saw that Chuuya was resting up against the boulder, arms crossed and eyes closed.

He giggled as he shifted, quietly pattering behind the boulder and jumping on top of it. When he looked down, he could see the top of Chuuya’s head, the tengu still completely unaware of his presence.

The small fox snickers, and rears up, wiggling his butt as his tails sway behind him until he pounces.

He lands hard on Chuuya’s lap, and the scream the tengu let out was both loud and absolutely adorable.

Chuuya eventually calms down and can finally get a good look at his attacker, a white fox with nine tails tilting his head and staring up at him.

“W-What the-,” Chuuya pants out, studying the small fox sitting on his lap.

It takes him a moment before he realises that it is the kitsune he has come to associate himself with, “Why you-!”

Dazai didn’t really expect to be chased around by a sword-wielding tengu for what seemed like forever, but luckily, he was fast enough to outrun him.

Eventually Chuuya collapsed against the boulder, panting heavily, “Bastard.”

Dazai’s ears droop down, and he feels bad.

He patters over to Chuuya, and looks up at him. Chuuya quirks an eyebrow at the small fox before Dazai clambers onto his lap and curls up, tails also curling around his body.

Chuuya widens his eyes before snorting, “Pfft, so you’re trying to apologize now? By being cute?”

Dazai wiggles into his lap and fluffs up his tails to prove just how cute he can be.

Chuuya tries to deny him at first, but the urge to touch those tails is way too strong, “Well, maybe you can be…only a little bit though.”

He then proceeds to gingerly stroke Dazai’s tails, the fox nuzzling into him more, and that brings a soft smile to the tengus’ face.

As time passed since then, Dazai noticed that Chuuya stopped bringing his sword that was always sheathed on his hip.

Dazai was confused at first until understanding that Chuuya is becoming comfortable around him. Safe. Which makes the kitsune incredibly warm and happy, the happiest he’s been in a very long time.

Dazai also didn’t miss the glances and lingering touches from the tengu. Their relationship was shifting, especially when Chuuya began resting up against him when they would share food and chat together. Dazai couldn’t bring himself to tease Chuuya, so instead, he’d lean right back, which the tengu allowed, and Dazai swears he heard a sigh of content escape his lips.

It seems, that Chuuya may be starting to realise what all of this is, that this strange pull he is feeling is in fact towards Dazai, and not the area in which they met.

Dazai wants to make a move. He wants to show Chuuya how he feels but... if he misunderstood, if he got it all wrong and Chuuya rejects him, or he scares him away, he will never forgive himself.

He relents and decides that he will just see what this next week brings, and if there’s a sign.

*****

They meet as usual, and Dazai, of course, brings peaches, much to Chuuya’s delight.

Chuuya leans up against him again just like the last few weeks, eating the peach contently. He’s warm, and Dazai can’t help but nuzzle his tails gently against Chuuya’s wings, ruffling his feathers.

Chuuya lets out a soft sigh of content again, just like those other times and Dazai’s cheeks turn red. He can still see Chuuya’s face perfectly, eating the peaches happily, and... Dazai can’t help but chuckle as he notices some of the juice has yet again dripped down his chin.

‘Such a messy tengu.’ He thinks fondly.

There is no use denying it, he is completely and utterly in love with this tengu next to him, so much so that he can’t control what he does next, no matter how hard he tries.

Dazai slowly brings his hand to tilt Chuuya’s chin up to look into his eyes. Chuuya looks confused, but he doesn’t pull away, staring straight back into his eyes instead.

Dazai knows he should stop, but he leans down anyway, tongue poking out to slowly trace up Chuuya’s chin to clean up the juice, and realises that there is no way that he wants to stop. The juice of the peach is bland in comparison to the taste of Chuuya’s skin.

As he retracts his tongue, he expects a punch, a slap, anything. What he doesn’t expect though, is Chuuya tilting his head, and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss.

Dazai tenses up momentarily from the surprise, and feels Chuuya begin to pull away due to his reaction. Except he can’t, because as soon as Dazai gets over his initial shock, he cradles the back of Chuuya’s head, pulling him back into the kiss as he tangles his fingers in his fiery locks and traces his other hand to hold onto Chuuya’s waist.

They both melt.

His soul feels like it is about to burst from happiness. Chuuya’s soft and warm lips kissing him so slow and completely in sync, like they’ve done this a million times before. Chuuya’s lips taste so sweet, and Dazai doesn’t believe that is solely from the peaches alone. Dazai’s body feels so warm, so complete, sending sparks down his spine the longer he kisses Chuuya.

Chuuya’s hands trace up to Dazai’s shoulders, then tangling into the hair on his nape as he moans softly against his lips. Dazai hums and drinks each one eagerly, nipping and licking at Chuuya’s lips until they part for a moment, both smiling before Dazai pulls him back into another kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth.

The hand holding onto Chuuya’s waist circles around, pressing the tengu against him warmly as he explores his mouth. His tongue slides against Chuuya’s in a filthy dance and the tengu gasps at each one, sending shivers along with the sparks down Dazai’s spine.

When they part, both breathing heavily, Dazai smiles as he strokes his hair, “So you finally realised, huh?”

Chuuya blushes and looks away, “S-Shut up.”

Dazai lets out the fondest laugh and pulls Chuuya against him even tighter, burying his face into his fiery red hair, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to make you mine.”

Chuuya turns even redder and hides his face in Dazai’s shoulder, “I...I think I have a fairly good idea.” Chuuya mumbles into Dazai’s shoulder, face burning.

Dazai’s hold tightens, as if this could all be a dream. But as he feels Chuuya’s chest rise and fall against his own, he knows this isn’t a dream. At least, not a sleeping one, but his own dream come to life.

Overwhelmed with happiness, Dazai pulls Chuuya into his lap, which causes quite the adorable noise to come out of the tengus’ mouth, followed by an “Osa-!”, which is quickly swallowed by Dazai’s lips once more.

Chuuya lets out a soft moan that causes Dazai to shiver as well as kiss him deeper.

They stay like that for a few moments, before Chuuya manages to break the kiss, “Osamu I...we can’t do this...”

Dazai’s ears droop down immediately and Chuuya’s heart aches.

“Did I...do something wrong Chuuya? I can fix it I promise.” Dazai asks, his voice full of worry and ears still drooped down.

It is impossible for Chuuya not to find him cute.

“Hey,” Chuuya calls softly as he cups his cheeks, “of course you didn’t.”

“Then...why?” Dazai croaks out, sounding absolutely heart broken. He can’t understand it, they are soulmates, and their kiss…their kiss should be proof enough for the tengu.

“Because, I am a tengu, and you are a kitsune,” Chuuya swallows thickly, “we aren’t supposed to fall in love.”

“But I did, and I am in love with you.” Dazai pushes some strands of Chuuya’s hair behind his ear.

Dazai smiles at him with so much love in his eyes that it’s almost overwhelming, that is, until the kitsune blinks, “Wait, does that mean Chuuya is in love with me?” Dazai asks expectantly, tails coming around to cuddle against the flustered tengu.

“T-That’s beside the point!”

“Chuuya loves me...” Dazai buries his face into Chuuya’s chest and the tengu can definitely feel his cheeky smirk.

 God damnit.

“Osamu...this, this doesn’t change the fact that we are meant to be enemies...if our sides find out, they will kill us. I...,” Chuuya pauses for a moment as he brings his hand up to card through Dazai’s hair, “I don’t want you to die...” he croaks out softly, lips trembling.

Dazai immediately lifts his head up and widens his eyes when he sees tears in the corners of Chuuya’s eyes.

Dazai smiles sweetly as he leans upwards, kissing Chuuya’s tears away, “We will be okay,” he kisses Chuuya’s cheeks and then his nose, “I finally have you, and I refuse to let you go so easily.”

“B-But-,” Dazai kisses Chuuya’s concern away.

“No buts.”

Chuuya gives him a glare.

Dazai chuckles, “We will be careful, okay? This is our special place, and I refuse to give up on you.”

Chuuya thinks for a moment until letting out an exasperated sigh, “Why do I let you get your way?”

“Because you love me.” Dazai wiggles his ears playfully.

“Yeah,” Chuuya breathes out, “I do, you shitty sneaky kitsune.” He finishes with a smirk.

“Ah, but I’m your shitty sneaky kitsune.” Dazai grins before nuzzling into Chuuya more and burying his face in his neck, placing soft kisses as his tails wiggle in happiness.

They stay like that for a time, cuddling contently. Dazai rests his head against Chuuya’s shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist as the tengu sits in his lap. Chuuya smiles and strokes Dazai’s hair lovingly before noticing his floofy ears twitching from happiness.

Chuuya curiously runs his fingers to Dazai’s ears, stroking the soft fur and rubbing them gently, watching them twitch from his ministrations. He chuckles to himself as he continues playing with Dazai’s ears.

What he didn’t expect though, was for Dazai to let out soft moans.

Dazai grips onto Chuuya’s waist, breathing heavily.

“Osamu?” Chuuya asks curiously as he halts the touching of his ears.

“No one’s ever touched me there before...please, don’t stop.” Dazai croaks out softly which makes Chuuya shiver.

He knows where this is going, but he doesn’t want to stop, can’t bring himself to stop. He does what he’s asked, massaging Dazai’s ears. He smiles when he feels the kitsune embrace him even tighter, breath coming out in soft whimpers against his neck.

As Chuuya stares at the fluffy ears, he bites his lip, ‘I wonder...’ Chuuya brings his lips to one of Dazai’s ears, nuzzling and kissing it softly before nibbling gently. If that doesn’t get the lewdest sound out of Dazai, then Chuuya doesn’t know what fucking will.

Chuuya can’t help but smirk, a cheeky glint in his eyes as he begins sucking on the kitsunes ear slowly. Dazai suddenly bucks up against Chuuya and quickly turns into a moaning mess, his hands scrambling against the tengus’ back and gripping his clothes, bunching them in his hold.

Chuuya continues working on Dazai’s ears, loving the noises filtering out of his kitsune’s lips. He wants more.

Eventually, Dazai’s hands begin to wander up higher, towards Chuuya’s wings…

And when Dazai touches the area where Chuuya’s wings meet his back – completely by accident- well, to say Chuuya moaned would be an understatement.

Chuuya buries his face in Dazai’s neck, moaning softly and shivering.

Dazai blinks his surprise, before a smirk quickly graces his face.

Dazai definitely wants another reaction like that.

So, he begins gently massaging the base of Chuuya’s wings, and ruffling his feathers.

Chuuya is trembling, “O-Osamu I-hnnng-!” Chuuya groans out as Dazai doesn’t let up.

“Oh? Does Chuuya like it when I do this?” He then runs his fingers through the length of Chuuya’s wings, playing with his feathers with so much care and love.

”F-fuck-,” Chuuya moans out and digs his nails into Dazai’s shoulders.

Dazai chuckles, “I didn’t hear you; do you like it?” He purrs softly.

Chuuya lets out a growl mixed with a moan as Dazai continues playing with his wings.

Dazai hums, "Well? Chuuuuya?"

Chuuya suddenly lifts his head and stares into the kitsunes eyes, "OF COURSE I DO YOU BASTARD!"

Dazai widens his eyes.

Chuuya looks absolutely wrecked.

His face is red and his hair a mess. His eyes are teary and he's even drooling a little.

Dazai grins. Who knew tengus' wings are that sensitive?

"I see...my tengu really enjoys it," Dazai leans forward, pressing against Chuuya more and can feel just how much he enjoys it too, with Chuuya’s very obvious erection poking against him.

His smirk increases as he moves a hand down to palm Chuuya through his hakama slowly.

As Chuuya gasps, Dazai kisses his way up his neck, and to his lips, lightly brushing their lips together, "Will you let me make love to you, Chuuya?" Dazai asks softly, alluringly.

Chuuya lets out soft whimpers as he can’t help but buck against Dazai's hand, chasing the pleasure and biting his lip as Dazai presses more, creating more friction.

"Well, Chuuya? Will you let me take care of you?" Dazai whispers as he traces his tongue along Chuuya's lips.

There is no way Chuuya could say no.

“Yes...god, yes.” Chuuya breathes out before meeting Dazai’s lips in a firm kiss.

Dazai kisses back just as forcefully, slipping his tongue passed Chuuya’s lips and scrambling to remove his clothes. Chuuya does the same, hurriedly undoing the sash of Dazai’s yukata.

Once their clothes are completely off, they lay them down as a makeshift bed and Dazai proceeds to lay Chuuya down on top while running his hand over his chest and kissing him slowly.

He parts from the kiss and leans back far enough to view the tengu, completely naked before him.

Dazai’s mouth gapes open at the sight.

The moonlight filtering through the trees is illuminating his form, and over his toned muscles. His deliciously flushed cock is resting on his stomach as he lays there with his arms resting on the ground above his head.

He is a masterpiece.

Dazai didn’t think that it was possible for Chuuya to look even more stunning than he already does.

It seems that the kitsunes’ gaping ends up making Chuuya feel self-conscious. He groans and uses his wings to cover himself up, but when he tries, Dazai is there, crowding over him.

“None of that,” the kitsune chuckles as he interlaces his fingers with Chuuya’s and brings his tails to run up the tengus’ legs tantalizingly slow, causing him to shiver, “you’re beautiful, Chuuya.”

Chuuya huffs, “You’re not that bad, yourself...but,” Chuuya traces his hands along the kitsunes’ chest, covered in bandages which he didn’t quite notice before, “what are these for?”

Dazai stiffens for a moment and brings his hand to place on top of Chuuya’s on his chest.

“The war between our clans, it has taken a lot...from both of our sides,” Dazai squeezes Chuuya’s hand gently, remembering an old friend who was lost during one particular battle, “I’m not exactly a fighter, but I have been caught up in it a few times.”

Chuuya clenches his teeth, “I’m sorry, Osamu...if I had been born a kitsune then…”

Dazai blinks and then gives Chuuya the fondest smile, “I love Chuuya for Chuuya, no matter if he is a tengu, or a kitsune, now...” Dazai leans down and traces his tongue along Chuuya’s neck before gently sucking against his pulse point, causing the smaller male to arch his back and let out a gasp.

Chuuya lifts his hands up to run through Dazai’s hair, rather roughly but the kitsune doesn’t care. Chuuya’s breath comes out in short and soft pants as Dazai kisses down his neck, and reaching his chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth as his hand rubs and teases the other one. His free hand runs down Chuuya’s abs, his stomach and between his legs, wrapping his fingers around his cock and stroking slowly.

The tengu spreads his legs wider, giving Dazai more freedom as he moans loudly, not even attempting to stifle his moans. Thankfully the forest is huge, and a long way from both of their sides.

Dazai also moans, a mixture of the sweet sounds coming out of Chuuya, his nipple perking up in his mouth and feeling his hard cock heavy in his hand, his precum dripping between his fingers.

He swirls his tongue around Chuuya’s nipple once more before kissing down his stomach, tongue tracing his abs as he makes his way down.

He lifts Chuuya’s legs over his shoulders and hooks his arms around his thighs, holding onto him securely as he lightly massages his tongue against Chuuya’s frenulum, licking up and down before tracing his lips over his head, kissing gently before backing off as a tease.

And Chuuya is throbbing.

Chuuya whines at him over the tease, and Dazai chuckles, “Impatient,” before taking Chuuya’s head into his mouth, massaging between his lips and tasting his precum, causing a moan to radiate out of both men.

Chuuya is breathing very heavily, hips bucking up and toes curling against the kitsunes back over the pleasure.

Then Dazai slides his cock all the way into his mouth, and begins bobbing his head up and down achingly slow, massaging and dragging Chuuya’s skin with his mouth.

Chuuya screams out, throwing his head back and running his hands down to grip into Dazai’s hair, “S-Shit-“

Dazai smiles over Chuuya’s reaction - as much as he can with his mouth full that is - and keeps a steady pace. He already loves the feeling of Chuuya’s cock heavy on his tongue, occasionally twitching when he works his tongue along his cock just right.

After a few moments, Chuuya’s legs begin trembling against his head, a clear sign that he is close.

Dazai can’t have that, not yet anyway.

He slips Chuuya out of his mouth slowly with a quick flick against his tip, before kissing his way back up his body, each press of his lips against his skin is electrifying to the tengu, who shivers at each one.

“So responsive, my tengu.” Dazai purrs before nuzzling his face against Chuuya’s cheek, ears twitching fondly.

Chuuya can’t help but lean into the nuzzles, “J-Just hurry up, I-,” Chuuya is suddenly cut off when two of Dazai’s fingers gently press against his lips. Chuuya, of course, greedily takes them into his mouth, sucking gently and curling his tongue around the kitsunes fingers.

He sucks on them slowly, blue eyes dark with lust staring right back into Dazai’s, equally as lustful. Dazai bites his lip and grinds his achingly hard cock against Chuuya slowly, causing the tengu to moan against his fingers.

“So good baby, so perfect...” Dazai gasps out before slowly removing his fingers and trailing them down Chuuya’s body.

He circles Chuuya’s rim before pressing his finger gently, feeling his hole give before pushing his finger inside.

Chuuya gasps at the stretch, and Dazai moans at how warm he is, how his walls tighten around his finger as he slides it in and out slowly, imagining how it will feel on his cock.

The stretch of the kitsunes fingers hurts at first, but it quickly turns into pleasure. Chuuya grips onto Dazai’s shoulders, pulling him closer to press their lips together, making out with him slowly and grinding against eachother in a mixture of soft moans and sweet nothings.

“You’re perfect for me,” Dazai whispers against Chuuya’s lips as he slowly adds a second finger, “so pretty, so beautiful, so Chuuya.”

Chuuya whimpers and moves his hips in time with Dazai’s fingers as his nails dig into his shoulders, “Y-You’re such a sap.” Chuuya gasps out.

Dazai chuckles as he works his fingers a little faster, “Oh? But I think Chuuya loves it when I talk all sappy to him, don’t you, my tengu?” He purrs as he licks up Chuuya’s neck slowly.

Chuuya bucks up at that and groans over his body’s reaction, “Fuck you.”

“Hmmm,” Dazai hums as he slowly removes his fingers and moves to lift Chuuya up into his lap suddenly, causing a yelp to escape the tengus’ lips, “fuck me then, Chuuya.” He breathes out as he rubs his thumbs into Chuuya’s hips and grinding his cock up between Chuuya’s cheeks to tease him. Chuuya bites his lip as Dazai’s cock pushes against his rim a couple times and he shifts to get more comfortable.

He holds onto Dazai’s shoulders and looks into his eyes as he begins sinking down slowly while Dazai guides him with his hands.

They both groan as they stare into each other’s eyes, followed by a smile. Chuuya wraps his arms around Dazai’s neck as he lowers down onto him completely. They stay like that for a moment, holding onto eachother and controlling their heavy breathing before Dazai sets a steady pace.

Dazai kisses in Chuuya’s neck before trailing up to kiss his nose, “I love you.”

Chuuya brings his hand up to stroke the hair at Dazai’s nape, “I love you, my shitty kitsune.”

Dazai chuckles but they’re soon cut off by a moan when Chuuya starts teasing his ears again.

He bucks up into Chuuya a little faster, wrapping his arms around his back as his tails wrap around them, cuddling Chuuya as well. Chuuya gasps and suddenly Dazai’s lips are against his, tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands ride up Chuuya’s back and to his wings.

Chuuya moans even louder when Dazai starts playing with his wings like before, gently ruffling his feathers and massaging where they meet his back. Dazai drinks every sound Chuuya makes happily as he uses his other hand on Chuuya’s hip to help lift him up and down on his cock.

It feels just as amazing to be inside of Chuuya as Dazai thought it would. His velvety soft insides are so warm and welcomed him with barely any issue. Chuuya clenches and quivers around him, massaging his cock and pulling him further inside.

Chuuya uses his knees that are on either side of Dazai on the ground to push himself up and down even faster.

Dazai’s cock fits him perfectly, the stretch burning but all Chuuya feels is pleasure. He feels so full and loved as Dazai thrusts into him and when Dazai angles just right to nudge that little bundle of nerves, Chuuya’s eyes roll back.

“O-Osamu!” Chuuya yells out and Dazai shivers. He can tell that Chuuya is close from the trembling in his legs and his increased moans and it’s not like he isn’t close himself.

He grabs a hold of the tengu, lifting him and laying him down on their clothes -being careful of his wings- and grabs a hold of Chuuya’s hands, interlacing their fingers above the tengus’ head on the ground and proceeding to thrust into him slow and deep.

Chuuya moans with each thrust and wraps his legs around Dazai. He interlocks his ankles and uses them to push Dazai inside him even more and keep him there.

It’s so good that it’s almost too overwhelming for the both of them. Dazai silently curses their situation. He wants to always be by Chuuya’s side. Never did he expect to ever want someone this badly, to need someone this badly and to feel so incredibly warm and just home.

As he views the form beneath him, moaning and arching at his touches...he is so incredibly happy that it is Chuuya.

Dazai leans down, locking their lips together in a loving kiss as he thrusts faster. Their sweat slicked bodies moving together perfectly, made for eachother.

Dazai takes Chuuya’s wrists in one hand, using his now free one to move down to stroke Chuuya’s cock in time with his thrusts, massaging his thumb against Chuuya’s tip, soaked with precum.

“Fuck, Osa- I- hnnng,” Chuuya gasps out, and that is all the warning Dazai gets before Chuuya loses control, hot come spurting against his hand.

Dazai groans at the sight of Chuuya looking so completely fucked and content. He thrusts a couple more times before coming too, filling his lover completely and coating his insides thoroughly.

He rests his head against Chuuya’s chest as he comes down from his high and he can feel Chuuya clenching around his cock, coaxing more out of him.

After a moment, he slides out slowly, a whine escaping Chuuya at the emptiness and pulls him into a secure embrace.

After their breathing has finally calmed down, Dazai kisses Chuuya gently and strokes his hair away from his face, “I don’t want you to go.”

Chuuya smiles sadly as he strokes Dazai’s cheek, “I know, me either, but...it’s just the way it has to be.”

“Well, it sucks.” The kitsune pouts childishly as he cuddles into Chuuya.

The tengu laughs and buries his face in Dazai’s hair, taking in his scent, “I’ll be back next week, but I really do have to go back.”

They clean themselves up and get dressed, and are definitely thankful for the small brook nearby because that would have been a difficult experience heading back home, especially for Chuuya.

 As Chuuya is about to fly off, he is pulled into a tight embrace with tails crowding around him, “Be careful, Chuuya.” Dazai pleads as he wraps his arms tighter around his lover.

Chuuya blushes and buries his face in his chest, “I will, and you too.”

With one last kiss, they part, and Chuuya takes to the skies, leaving Dazai to gaze up in the direction in which Chuuya flew.

He smiles softly, “Until next week, my tengu.”

He turns around to begin making his way back to his clan, a beat in his step. He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss Chuuya already. His warmth, his smile and those beautiful blue eyes. Just him.  

He already can’t wait for next week.

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Next week comes, and Dazai rushes to their meeting place, excited to see his lover sitting atop the rock as he always does.

Except when he arrives, for once, Chuuya isn’t there waiting for him.

Dazai, of course, is both shocked and confused since Chuuya has always beaten him here. Was he just too fast this time in his own excitement?

He looks around the area, slowly walking towards the rock, and then up towards the sky where Chuuya usually flies in from.

The kitsune is already so full of worry.

Did Chuuya’s clan find out? Is he okay? What if...what if they hurt him...?

Dazai slumps down against the rock, face resting in his palms. He really hopes that fate isn’t truly so cruel as to take his lover away, especially like this, with never seeing him again or not knowing what happened to him.

That’s his worst fear, the fear of not knowing.

It’s the distant sound of flapping that breaks Dazai out of his grief. He instantly looks up and spots Chuuya, slowly descending into the little clearing, a soft smile on his lips. Dazai immediately stands up, opening his arms and catching his tengu in them securely.

“Chuuya...” Dazai sighs in relief as he holds onto him tighter.

Chuuya buries his face into the kitsunes neck, “I’m sorry I was late, I had trouble getting away this time.”

Dazai remains silent, the same thoughts flooding into his mind that, if something did happen to Chuuya, he’d really never know.

And that terrifies him.

“O-Osamu, you’re crushing me.” Chuuya chuckles as he tries to pry the kitsune off of him.

Dazai snaps out of it and loosens his grip, “I’m sorry.”

Chuuya blinks as he looks into Dazai’s eyes, “It’s okay.” He says slowly.

Dazai then lifts his hands to cup his cheeks and kisses his nose before pressing their foreheads together, “I was just worried.”

Chuuya brings his wings around to wrap around Dazai in a gentle hug, “I’m here, I’m safe.” Chuuya smiles as he kisses Dazai’s lips softly, trying his best to reassure him.

Dazai melts and sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms back around Chuuya’s waist and lifting him a little so his feet are barely touching the ground.

Chuuya smiles and wraps his arms around Dazai’s neck, pressing more into the kiss and his warmth, “I missed you too.” He breathes against the kitsunes lips. Dazai smiles and kisses from Chuuya’s lips to his cheek, then rubbing their cheeks together in a nuzzle.

“Is everything alright in your clan? They don’t suspect anything do they?” Dazai asks as they both settle on the ground, him pulling Chuuya into his lap and noticing the sword on Chuuya’s hip, “you brought your sword?”

“Yeah,” Chuuya sighs, “they caught me sneaking out so I had to pretend that I was going out to scout the parameter of the forest and they seemed pretty happy about that but,” Chuuya groans as he rests his head against Dazai’s shoulder, “that also means that I can’t stay for long.”

Dazai’s ears droop as he pouts, “So no sex then?”

Chuuya blushes and buries his face into Dazai’s shoulder more, “Pervert.”

“Only for Chuuya,” Dazai beams happily as he rubs his back before continuing, voice lower, “just...please be careful Chuuya...I can’t lose you.”

Chuuya strokes Dazai’s hair gently, “You won’t.”

Dazai tightens his grip around his lover, “Promise?”

Chuuya smiles over how cute his kitsune can be. Chuuya has never felt so safe and protected by anyone before...not even, not even his own clan...

Chuuya shakes his head to rid himself of his thoughts and kisses Dazai’s big floofy ears, chuckling at the shiver it grants him from the kitsune, “I promise.”

Dazai hums as he rummages in his yukata sleeve to pull out a peach, “Have you got time for a snack with me?”

Chuuya smiles, “Always.”

They share the peach together in comfortable silence, apart from the soft chuckles coming from Chuuya as Dazai licks and kisses the juice away from his chin, and also tickling him in the process.

Afterwards, they share a slow kiss before Chuuya has to take his leave, but he assures Dazai that it will go back to normal and he will be even more careful as time goes on.

Dazai knows he will, both because he trusts him, and also because he knows that Chuuya loves him and won’t give up on what they have easily.

Months pass, with them meeting up once a week. This settled Dazai’s mind at ease because Chuuya really has been careful. They share stories, more facts about eachother that make them fall even harder for each other which neither thought was even possible.

They also share food each time and they always make love afterward.

Dazai has definitely mapped every part of Chuuya’s skin with both his hands and mouth. He quickly and very eagerly became an expert in his body and what makes him come apart.

They’ve tried a myriad of positions, with taking Chuuya from behind being one of Dazai’s favourites.

Why? Because it allowed him to kiss along Chuuya’s back and play with his wings as the tengu arched his back and trembled around him as he trusted slow and deep.

Dazai even snuck some oils out of his clan to see if they could be of some use during their love making. Spit is fine, but he wants to make Chuuya even more comfortable when he thrusts inside of him.

Thankfully he got to put them to the test quicker than he thought.

“I think you’ll really like this, Chuuya.” Dazai purrs as he pours some of the oil onto his fingers, testing its consistency and growling in desire when he imagines it on his cock while Chuuya is clenching down on him.

Chuuya is completely naked, resting on his elbows and knees with his ass in the air, presenting himself to his lover, “So you say but-ahhh~” He is cut off as Dazai circles his waiting hole with an oiled-up finger.

Dazai bites his lip as he slowly pushes the first finger in, then down to his knuckle, waiting for Chuuya to adjust. His finger definitely went in easier with the oil.

Chuuya groans and wiggles his hips a little after a moment, a sign for Dazai to start moving.

Dazai shifts to lean above Chuuya, peppering soft kisses along his back as he moves his finger in and out slowly, “I am completely and utterly in love with you, Chuuya.”

The tengu gasps and clenches around Dazai’s finger over his words, “Osa-“

The kitsune then begins sucking along Chuuya’s back, moving closer to where his wings meet his back, kissing his skin lightly and nuzzling into his feathers.

Chuuya rests his head on his arms on the ground, still propped on his elbows, gasping and moaning as Dazai stretches him. He spreads his legs as wide as he can while on his knees and moves back in opposite time to Dazai’s finger, trying to push it further inside of him.

Dazai sucks in a breath as he eases in another finger, feeling Chuuya’s insides quiver around them, “Yeah…that’s it baby,” he shifts to slide his cock between Chuuya’s legs, rubbing their cocks together as he fingers him a little faster, “let me make you feel good.”

Chuuya lets out a whimper as he feels Dazai’s cock smear precum between his legs and massage his perineum, “Y-You always make me feel good, Osamu.” He breathes out as he grips their clothes underneath them.

Dazai smiles as he crooks his fingers, finding Chuuya’s prostate immediately and proceeding to massage against it slowly.

“A-Ahh~!” Chuuya screams out, arching his back and throwing his head back.

“Mmmm, god Chuuya…” The kitsune leans further on top of him, blanketing him as he moves his free hand to lightly hold Chuuya’s neck and tilting his chin to kiss him slowly as he continues fingering him and abusing his prostate in gentle massages.

Chuuya whimpers and moans into the kiss, sliding his tongue against Dazai’s in a dirty dance before pulling back, a sliver of drool slipping passed his lips, “F-Fuck me, please.”

Dazai doesn’t have to be asked twice.

He leans back, grabbing the oil and pouring it onto his cock, hissing softly as he strokes himself. He is so incredibly hard.

The kitsune gets back into position behind Chuuya, who is already moving back to take his cock.

Dazai chuckles, “So eager for my cock chibi.” He moves a hand to spread Chuuya’s cheek, biting his lip as he guides his cock with the other.

The oil definitely helps.

He slides in with barely any resistance, and Chuuya keens.

Dazai slides in to fit snuggly at the base, and has to pause to control his breathing, because Chuuya feels so good.

He doesn’t get too much time to control himself though, because Chuuya is already fucking himself on Dazai’s cock slowly, soft moans coming out of his mouth.

Dazai releases a moan as he watches his cock slide in and out of Chuuya’s slicked up hole. Just watching Chuuya fuck himself on his cock is driving him insane.

Chuuya groans in frustration as he continues to move back and forth, trying his hardest to get Dazai as deep as he possibly can inside him.

But it isn’t enough.

“O-Osamu, fuck, move.”

Dazai growls as his hands trail up Chuuya’s thighs to sit on his hips, moving slowly, but deep, “You’re so impatient my tengu. Fucking yourself on my cock as soon as it’s inside of you.”

Chuuya whimpers as he rests his cheek on their clothing underneath, bunching the fabric in his hands as he grips tight, “Y-You fill me up so good, I can’t…help it.”

The kitsune shivers and leans over Chuuya, between his wings as he kisses his way up to his tengus’ ear, “I love you, so fucking much, Chuuya.”

“I-I love you, Osamu, with all of my being.”

Dazai tilts Chuuya’s chin so he can kiss him slowly, coaxing his lips apart so he can slide his tongue inside, further exploring his lovers’ mouth.

Chuuya moans loud, bringing his arm up to thread through Dazai’s hair.

Dazai begins moving a little faster, hand on Chuuya’s hip to steady him as he thrusts in steadily, gasping as Chuuya’s insides massage and clench around his cock with each thrust in.

Both men are starting to get closer and closer to falling apart as their legs begin trembling and Chuuya can barely keep his elbows steady.

The Dazai gets an idea.

He slowly slides out of Chuuya, and the tengu immediately growls, but is soon replaced by a small shriek as Dazai pulls him against him and laying down on his back.

“Ride me, Chuuya.” Dazai whispers as he nibbles Chuuya’s ear.

Chuuya is on his cock in a second, sliding down and holding onto Dazai’s shoulders as he uses his knees to move himself up and down on his cock.

Dazai grips his hips, helping him go faster.

The sight of his beautiful tengu, riding his cock as his wings are splayed out from his back is an incredible view.

Chuuya starts circling his hips as he bounces on Dazai and the kitsune releases a loud moan.

He leans his head back against their clothes, rolling his eyes back as he moves his hips faster and moving his hands to grip and spread Chuuya’s ass, aiming to get as deep as he can.

“Osa-mu! T-There!” Chuuya screams out as he arches his back, bouncing on Dazai’s cock even faster, which is nudging his prostate and sending sparks all throughout his body.

Dazai definitely takes advantage.

He grips Chuuya’s ass, which is sure to leave bruises, and digs his heels into their clothes underneath as he holds him steady and thrusts up hard and fast, nudging and massaging that little bundle of nerves to take his lover apart.

Chuuya moans and gasps out with each thrust, leaning down as he digs his nails into Dazai’s shoulders, breaking skin but Dazai doesn’t care.

Dazai moves his hand to stroke Chuuya’s cock up and down, massaging his thumb under his head, and that’s when Chuuya loses it completely.

He comes with a choked cry as Dazai strokes him through his orgasm, fucking into him nice and deep until he falls apart himself.

Chuuya collapses onto his chest, hair a mess and feathers out of place as he breathes heavily.

Dazai pants softly, stroking Chuuya’s hair and then down his back, trying to calm himself down from his orgasm.

“Fuck…” Chuuya croaks out, voice a little hoarse from his screaming.

“Yes…” Dazai breathes out, “that is what we did, isn’t it?”

Chuuya snorts, “Smart ass.”

Whether it be because of the high from their orgasm or not, but either way, Dazai’s words are true when their breathing returns to normal.

He kisses up Chuuya’s neck, and that’s when the tengu hears it-

“Marry me, Chuuya.”

It was barely a whisper against Chuuya’s skin, but the tengu definitely heard it.

Chuuya widens his eyes, his face turning beet red, “W-Wha—“

His words are cut off by Dazai’s lips, his hand cupping the back of Chuuya’s head, “Marry me.” He whispers again.

Chuuya stares into Dazai’s golden eyes, “I—,” he continues staring before lifting his hand to stroke Dazai’s cheek, in which the kitsune leans into the touch.

Dazai makes him feel safe, makes him feel at home. He is everything he wants and more and everything he never thought he deserved or would ever have in his life.

Dazai gets a cheeky glint in his eye and kisses Chuuya sweetly, then again and again. Chuuya is caught giggling and well, saying yes is easy.

Chuuya catches Dazai’s lips against his and smiles warmly, “Yes.”

Dazai’s ears perk up, barely believing what he had just heard, “Y-You will?”

Chuuya laughs, “Not even a war between our clans will stop me.”

Dazai immediately rolls them over, cuddling him tightly with his eyes brimming with tears of happiness. They whisper words of love and embrace each other happily.

The following week, they exchange their vows and rings that they crafted themselves in secret, slipping them onto each other’s fingers.

While not entirely official, it is completely real to them, giving them hope for a brighter future where they can be together peacefully, without a war between their clans getting in the way.

Because of this, they have to hide their rings, which they wish they didn’t have to, but for now, it can’t be helped.

They spend the next few weeks in total bliss, making the most out of each moment together, which is even more special now. And each time Dazai makes sure to kiss his husband’s lips and his ring when they part.

But sadly, this happiness could only last for so long.

It was a mistake, but a grave one.

Chuuya had one rule, which has allowed him to slip under the radar in his clan.

The rule? Never spend the night.

Blame it on the sake, or their happiness, but breaking that rule was an accident.

He realised when he woke up cuddled in Dazai’s arms one morning. His eyes fluttered open and found it hard to adjust to the early morning sunlight filtering through the trees.

That’s when his mistake hits him.

He sits up immediately, frantic, which wakes Dazai up, worried and trying to calm his husband down.

“Fuck!” Chuuya yells out as he gets up, grabbing his clothes that were previously discarded from their activities the night before.

“Chuuya, what’s wrong?” Dazai asks, worry evident in his face.

“I stayed the night.” Chuuya says as he rushes to get dressed.

Dazai tilts his head, ears twitching, “Is that bad?”

“Yes, it’s bad!” Chuuya shouts but immediately bites his lip, “sorry ‘samu, I just…it was my one rule to never break lest they might catch on to something.”

Dazai nods as he stands up, “It’s okay, baby, just…be careful, please?”

The kitsune is worrying like crazy, because Chuuya is freaking out, but the tengu nods and floats over to give him a kiss, “I will be, trust me.”

Dazai smiles as he strokes his hair, “I do.”

That’s when Dazai should have realised his own mistake, because if he knew then, he wouldn’t have let Chuuya go—

It has been a month since then, and Chuuya hasn’t been back since.

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In the month that passed, Dazai has been an empty shell, completely devoid of any emotion.  He barely ate, and he could only manage to get about an hour of sleep each night. He was losing weight, and hardly even talked to his kitsune brethren, or talked at all for that matter.

He wanted his husband back, safe and healthy, and it killed him that he couldn’t do a thing to find out what happened to him.

The week after, when Chuuya told him he’d be back, he was excited to see him again as he always is.

He made it to their meeting place like usual, and when he didn’t find Chuuya there, he didn’t immediately worry like before since every so often, Chuuya would be a little late. Dazai just got used to it.

But then it started getting late. Too late.

As Dazai waited for him, he assumed Chuuya just ran into the same issue as before, that this time he had more trouble getting away.

However, Chuuya never turned up, and Dazai’s heart ached in ways he had never felt before.

He had brought peaches to share with his husband too, like always...but it never happened.

Eventually, he had to return home, but he left the peaches to see if Chuuya did make it there.

But all he found the following week was rotten fruit, completely untouched.

The second week, Chuuya still didn’t appear, and Dazai was a mess. He would hold his ring up to his forehead, sobbing softly as he yearned for his tengu and his safety.

He can’t help but feel like something terrible had happened to Chuuya. Especially as the third and fourth week roll by without a single trace from the tengu.

Dazai almost wonders if Chuuya was even ever real to begin with. His own mind conjuring a happiness he could only ever dream of. Something to tease him with but never actually allowed to have himself.

It didn’t help that during that month, that strange pull, that feeling, guiding him towards Chuuya disappeared with him. It was always faint before, but now? Nothing.

It isn’t until the firth week comes around, that he feels the pull again.

Dazai had almost completely given up hope at this point as he slowly makes his way towards where they would normally meet. He doesn’t expect to see Chuuya at all, but he tries his best to cling onto that slither of hope.

Then…he feels that pull, his eyes widening like saucers, “C-Chuuya…” He croaks out, his first words in weeks, and runs, following the feeling, letting his soul be guided to his lover.

As he gets closer to their meeting place, trees parting to enter that small clearing, he notices a familiar figure, huddled against the rock with his wings wrapped around him. Dazai’s eyes open wide, “C-Chuuya...” his voice dies in his throat from the shock.

He thought...he thought he’d never see him again.

Chuuya turns his head and widens his eyes before giving Dazai a lazy smile, and that’s when Dazai snaps. He scrambles into a run towards Chuuya, lifting him up into a tight embrace.

However, the cry that comes from Chuuya shakes him to his very core.

When Dazai releases Chuuya in his shock, the tengu is clutching his arm and clenching his teeth.

“Chuuya...Chuuya what happened to you?” Dazai leans down, holding his shoulders as he tries to get a better look at him.

“I-I’m fine.” Chuuya tries to play it off, lifting his head, and that’s when Dazai gets a proper look at him.

He looks terrible.

His hair is a mess, his clothes are ripped in places and his eyes are bloodshot.

It hurts Dazai’s heart.

He lifts his hand to carefully cup Chuuya’s cheek, and Chuuya leans into the touch with a soft sigh, “You are not fine...Chuuya please, tell me.”

Chuuya looks down sadly, “My clan...when I accidentally spent the night with you...it set off alarm bells with them and when I got back, they questioned me,” Chuuya begins trembling and Dazai pulls him close to rub his back comfortingly.

He continues, “I wouldn’t tell them what I was doing out in the forest, and it turns out they had been keeping a closer eye on me than I thought...and here I thought I was being sneaky...”

Dazai swallows hard, not liking where this is going, “Then what?”

“Then, they locked me up and tried to beat it out of me.”

Dazai clenches his fists, “So your arm...”

Chuuya nods.

“Chuuya...”

“I escaped, and that’s why I’m here now,” he lifts his other arm to stroke through Dazai’s hair,” this is going to have to be goodbye, Osamu.”

Dazai feels like his world has come to an abrupt end.

“C-Chuuya, no, please no,” Dazai pulls Chuuya against him, mindful of his arm, “please...”

Chuuya chokes out a sob as he grips onto Dazai as tight as he can, “The price for betraying the clan is death, Osamu, and I betrayed it. They will find me…I came back here to say goodbye. I just…I had to see you again, one last time.”

Dazai trembles, clutching tighter, “No...”

Both are crying now, holding eachother tightly and never wanting to let go. Why does this life have to be so unfair to them?

After a moment, Chuuya lifts his head to cup Dazai’s cheeks and stares into his golden eyes, brimming with tears, “Thank you, for showing me what true love feels like, and for giving me happiness that I never thought I deserved or could ever have for myself. T-Thank you for marrying me,” Chuuya stutters as he wipes a tear cascading down Dazai’s cheek with his thumb, “maybe in another life, things could’ve been different...”

“Please...” Is all Dazai can say, pleading with his husband.

Chuuya’s lips tremble as he shakes his head sadly, lifting his arm to slowly remove his glove, and then his ring. Dazai chokes up as Chuuya places the ring inside his palm, then closing it, “Please, never forget me.”

“A-As if I could...”

“We will find eachother again. In another life, in another time, I’m sure of it.”

Dazai wraps his shaking arms around Chuuya again, clutching the ring, “I don’t want to lose Chuuya, in this life, or any life.”

A sad smile forms on Chuuya’s face before lifting his head up to capture Dazai’s lips against his own.

They kiss slow as tears stream down their cheeks, mixing with their kisses so they taste salt, but they don’t care. Dazai cradles Chuuya’s head gently, pulling him closer to feel that familiar warmth that he won’t feel ever again after today.

“I love you...” Dazai croaks out against Chuuya’s trembling lips, “so much.”

“And I love you, with all of my heart.” Chuuya sobs out as they continue to share small kisses and touches.

If this truly is their fate, it is incredibly cruel.

After a moment, Chuuya parts from the kisses, “I... I have to go now...”

Dazai’s world is coming to an end, and he can’t do anything about it. Nothing but feel Chuuya’s hand slip out of his as the tengu rises into the air slowly.

Chuuya offers him a soft smile, “Never forget how much I love you, Osamu.”

Dazai tries to speak, but the words don’t come.

All he can do is watch as his husband begins to fly away and disappear from him forever. Dazai looks down at the wedding ring that he made Chuuya, slightly chipped because he is incapable of making anything without ruining it seems. But Chuuya...Chuuya loved it.

Then he looks at his own ring. Perfect, just like Chuuya. He looks back up, and Chuuya is almost leaving through the trees, and Dazai’s eyes glitter with new resolve.

It’s a risk but, really, Chuuya should know by now that his husband doesn’t give up on what he wants easily.

He doesn’t have much time left before Chuuya is out of his reach forever.

He shifts into his fox form, and runs as fast as he can. He jumps onto the rock, then jumps off and climbing from tree to tree as he makes his way up.

He jumps onto Chuuya, causing him to fall. A shocked noise comes out of Chuuya as he drops down, scrambling to right himself until he is caught by familiar arms, catching him princess style and tumbling to the ground, taking the brunt of the fall.

“Owwwww.” Dazai moans dramatically and all Chuuya can do is stare wide eyed until his face turns into one of pain.

“Osamu, please, don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

Dazai gives him a soft smile as he pushes a few strands of hair behind his ear, “You should know that I don’t give up on anything I want, and, you became mine when we married, just like how I became yours. Don’t you remember our vows chibi? To always be together and never give up on one another?” Dazai nuzzles his face against Chuuya’s, “you’re mine, not your clans and I would rather die than let them take you away from me.”

Chuuya looks down, “But that doesn’t solve the prob—“

“Run away with me, Chuuya.”

Chuuya lifts his head immediately, “Wha-“

“We can renounce our clans, and start a new life together, just the two of us.”

“Osamu, your clan...”

“There is nothing there for me, Chuuya, and I don’t think there is anything in your clan for you either, is there?”

Chuuya widens his eyes and then looks away, “No...”

He always hated the war, hated being forced to partake in it. He was found abandoned as a baby tengu by his clan. He was always kept at arm’s length while having the importance of ‘loyalty’ shoved down his throat when he got none in return. His clan was ready to kill him, while Dazai, a kitsune, someone who is meant to be his enemy, his husband refused to give up on him.

Running away should have been his first option to begin with. They can stick their loyalty.

Dazai leans in, pressing soft kisses against Chuuya’s forehead before whispering again, “Run away with me.”

Chuuya lets out an exasperated sigh,” I always end up giving in to you, my shitty sneaky kitsune husband.”

Dazai’s eyes brim with tears of happiness as he holds onto Chuuya tight.

“Watch the arm watch the arm!” Chuuya bats Dazai with his wings playfully.

“I’m sorr—“but Dazai’s apology is cut off by a pair of soft and warm lips.

They both melt into the kiss before Chuuya whispers against his lips, “Thank you, for not giving up on me.”

“I never will.”

*****

They knew it wouldn’t be easy, running away from both of their clans, during a war, with nothing but the clothes on their backs. They even almost got caught a couple of times by a patrolling tengu before they made it out of their territory.

However, despite that, they made it work.

They eventually settled down and made a home within an abandoned village far from that forest and from their clans.

They led simple but very happy lives together. Dazai wondered if Chuuya would get sick of him considering they were going from seeing each other once a week to all day every day.

But Chuuya was the happiest he has ever been. Plus, if they had a fight, the makeup sex was amazing.

Their lives went on and many, many happy years went by, years they would cherish forever.

But as time went on, they had to face the fact that kitsunes naturally live longer than tengus’…

And as Chuuya breathes his last, holding onto his husbands’ hand, he thanks him for giving him this life, showing him what it means to be happy, and what it means to love and be loved in return.

Chuuya’s eyes close for the final time, and Dazai kisses his hand gently.

The kitsune has no desire to continue his days without his soul mate by his side.

He removes his hoshi no tama from his body as he remains by Chuuya’s side and…he prays.

Prays for the first time in his life. He prays to the Gods, pleading to them to bring him and Chuuya back together, in another life, another time, somehow.

He uses his hoshi no tama as payment, an exchange to bring Chuuya and himself back together one day. For their souls to once again find eachother.

After his prayer, he smashes his gem, and collapses next to his soulmate, weakly threading their hands together before his own life ends.

Time goes on, the war between kitsunes and tengus’ eventually ending in even more bloodshed and eventually forgotten by time, never spoken of again.

And the story of how a kitsune named Dazai and a tengu named Chuuya, sworn enemies, fell in love and ran away together, and made it work, died with them, never witnessed by another soul.

The funny thing about soulmates is, two souls bound, will always find eachother again, no matter what—

*****

“You used Corruption, believing in me? How beautiful.” The brunette smiles as he cups the redhead’s cheek, dispelling his ability and bringing back his humanity.

“Yeah I did. I believed in your disgusting vitality and craftiness.” The redhead spits out, exhausted.

“That was a somewhat violent way of waking Snow White.”

They soon collapse onto the ground, the smaller male sprawled over the others lap, barely able to move.

Dazai and Chuuya’s part is in this game against Shibuzawa is complete, giving the two a moment of quiet finally, and Dazai takes his time to view the redhead resting against his lap.

Somehow, fate always seems to bring them together, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to be shoved towards him as well.

It has been years but Chuuya is still Chuuya and he still charms Dazai just the same as when they first met those 7 years ago. Dazai smiles as he runs his hands through Chuuya’s messy curls.

“The fuck are you doing?” Chuuya groans as he attempts to lift his head up to view the stinky mackerel.

A hand presses under his chin, supporting his head to tilt upwards with Dazai’s eyes looking into his fondly before he speaks, “I think my Prince Charming deserves a kiss, don’t you?”

That is all the warning the executive gets as warm lips are pressed against his own. Dazai gasps softly, because Chuuya’s lips feel oddly familiar despite never having kissed him before.

Interesting.

He reluctantly parts their lips, and really, he should’ve expected the punch to his face (for the second time) but he didn’t expect Chuuya having enough strength to grip his collar and pull him down into a deeper kiss.

“About damn time, asshole.” Chuuya whispers against his lips.

It took a long time but…it seems the Gods granted a kitsunes wish, afterall.

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The first time Dazai felt like fate was pulling him towards something, was when he was fifteen while searching Shirabachi city for clues on the whereabouts of the former Port Mafia boss on orders from Mori alongside Hirotsu.

The object of that pull didn’t reveal itself gradually and subtly either, but rather forcefully as Dazai got kicked into a nearby wall.

When Dazai looked up, his eyes adjusting, he expected to be greeted by some muscled thug, not a teenage boy with eyes as blue as the sky and fiery red hair…and is that…?

Black wings as dark as night, but just as beautiful.

Dazai blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, the image of wings behind the mysterious stranger had disappeared, as if some trick of the sun, or cause from a mild concussion from his attacker.

He never knew then that this tiny short-tempered redhead would become one of the most important people in his life.

Over those four years working side by side as partners, that feeling was a constant, always drawing him towards Chuuya and only Chuuya. And over those years, he could finally give that mysterious feeling a name.

Love.

The seed was sown as soon as he saw Chuuya, and it only grew as the years went on.

However, Dazai never took that first step into deepening their relationship, making it something more, and neither did Chuuya.

Dazai wasn’t in the right place to give Chuuya what he deserves in a lover. He wanted to give Chuuya everything, all of him…but the darkness within his heart was just too strong.

He was hoping that throughout the years, it would get easier.

But after what happened to Odasaku, he just couldn’t bear it anymore, no matter how much he loved Chuuya.

So, he left.

That feeling drawing him towards Chuuya only grew stronger once he left, and he almost went back, multiple times. However, no matter how hard it pulled, he resisted.

He was determined to heed Odasaku’s words and walk in the light, and maybe, just maybe, walking in the light would turn him into a man worthy of Chuuya one day.

It has been four years since he left the Mafia and Chuuya behind but maybe now they can make up for lost time, and he can finally prove to Chuuya that he is the man he deserves now, that he is now in a place where he is willing to give all of himself to him.

*****

They stumble into Chuuya’s apartment, gasping as they kiss frantically and claw at each other’s clothes.

Chuuya kicks his door shut and is immediately shoved against it, moaning as Dazai presses himself against his body, gripping his hips and sliding his tongue into his mouth.

Throwing his arms up and wrapping them around Dazai’s neck, Chuuya kisses him back just as forcefully, moans continuing to slip past his lips as Dazai explores his mouth with his eager tongue.

Kissing Chuuya sends shivers down his spine and feels like his heart is about to burst. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

That feeling, this pull has turned from a soft and constant purr to a raging roar the more he touches Chuuya. He wants him, he needs him.

He grips Chuuya’s thighs, lifting him up and slotting himself between Chuuya’s legs, grinding their hips together slowly.

Chuuya parts from the kiss as he releases a choked gasp, wrapping his legs around Dazai’s waist as tight as he can while he grinds his hips back against Dazai’s.

Dazai takes this opportunity to suck and kiss along Chuuya’s neck, smiling against his skin as they coerce more wonderful sounds out of him.

“You sound so beautiful, Chuuya.”

Chuuya lets out a growl and digs his nails into Dazai’s shoulders, rolling his hips even harder against his, “Q-Quit the sappy shit and just fuck me already.”

Dazai hums and lifts Chuuya off the door, carrying him to the master bedroom as he kisses him slowly, which makes Chuuya even more irritated because of the shift from rough and eager to soft and loving.

The executive bites Dazai’s lip in retaliation but releases a yelp as Dazai drops him onto the bed, immediately shifting on top of him and running his hand through his hair, kissing him slowly.

Chuuya whimpers when Dazai’s free hand travels down to palm him through his pants, and he responds by bucking up against it to chase the friction.

“D-Dazai, hurry it up,” Chuuya hisses as he tries to grind back against Dazai’s hand harder and faster but Dazai uses the hand that was in Chuuya’s hair to hold him down by the hip.

“No,” Dazai breathes out as he continues to kiss Chuuya slowly, holding him still as he continues to palm him achingly slow, “let me make you feel good, Chuuya.”

‘Let me make you feel good.’

Chuuya’s eyes snap open as he feels Dazai move down his body, kissing in his skin as he unbuttons his vest and shirt.

‘Wha-what was that…?’ Chuuya thinks to himself, totally stunned, ‘it’s like I’ve heard Dazai say that before but…where?’

He is brought out of his thoughts when he hears his zip being pulled down, then his pants soon after.

Chuuya can’t help but release a scoff at his words, which has Dazai lifting his head from where it’s above Chuuya’s crotch, still clad in boxers, with an eyebrow raised in curiosity, “Chuuya?”

“What a load of shit…” Chuuya grits out, hands gripping into the pillow above his head in frustration, but he doesn’t move or try to shove Dazai off of him.

“What do you me-“

“After all of these years, after leaving the Mafia and leaving me behind…now you suddenly want to be there? Now you want to make me feel good?” Chuuya cuts him off lowly, mumbling, but Dazai can hear it all.

Dazai remains silent, giving Chuuya freedom to say whatever he needs to say, because Dazai deserves his harsh words.

“It must have been easy for you to leave the Mafia, easy to leave your partner behind to pick up the damn pieces when you left…” Chuuya is now trembling slightly, Dazai can see it, can feel where he’s rested between his legs, “I wanted this, but I wanted it rough, hard and frantic, I wanted you to wreck me so it would numb these stupid feelings and I would get some damn relief, so maybe then I could forget what you mean to me! But then you had to go and make it soft and loving like I actually mean something to you! What a jo-“

“Chuuya!”

Chuuya pauses, looking down at Dazai between his legs, who is now shaking slightly.

After a moment, Dazai controls himself, “Please…never doubt that you mean something to me because,” Dazai lifts his head, brown eyes glowing gold from the moonlight filtering in from the window, “you mean everything to me.”

Chuuya’s mouth goes dry, not only because Dazai looks the most serious Chuuya has ever seen him, but because his eyes…the gold is strange but oddly...familiar.

Chuuya shakes his head and rests his cheek against the pillow, “Everything huh? If I meant that much to you then…why leave? Wait…don’t answer that, I already know it’s because of Oda.” Chuuya hates that he said the man’s name with a tinge of jealousy; he thought he got over that shit.

“Not just because of Odasaku,” Dazai states as he crawls back up, and above Chuuya, looking down at him, “from the moment I met you, I felt completely and utterly drawn to you. It took me a while to give this strange and new feeling a name but…I eventually settled on love.”

Chuuya snorts and makes to combat what Dazai just said, but is cut off by a pair of soft and warm lips.

The kiss is soft and slow, only lasting for a moment but still coaxes a sound of need out of Chuuya.

Then Dazai parts, albeit reluctantly, “Please, I need to say this.”

Chuuya stares at him, but then releases a soft sigh and a nod with a breathless, “Y-Yeah…”

“Thank you,” Dazai smiles as he strokes Chuuya’s hair to give him courage, “as we spent more time together, I knew I loved you, and I knew I wanted you but I wasn’t sure of your feelings for me and I wasn’t in the right place to give you what you deserve, to be the man you deserve if you did. I thought that the longer I stayed in the Mafia it might get easier, but it…didn’t.”

Chuuya is silent; leaning into his hand as Dazai strokes his hair without much thought while his mind whirs. He knew the Mafia wasn’t good for Dazai, he saw those gorgeous brown eyes of his grow darker, he saw the red in them when he was especially mad.

“And leaving…it was good for me. It’s shown me how to be a better man, it gave me the chance to change. I wanted to give you everything Chuuya but all I did was make you hate me instead…”

Silence fills the room, and Dazai almost thinks that Chuuya is about to kick him out.

Almost; if it wasn’t for a gloved hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“I have never stopped loving you, idiot. I was drawn to you before we even met.”

Dazai’s eyes widen like saucers, “Wait…does this mean you feel that strange pull too?”

“It’s a fucking annoying feeling…I almost ditched many a mission to go find you because of the times it became incredibly strong, almost as bad as Arahabaki.”

Dazai's smile is so warm, “We’re a pair, that’s for sure.”

Chuuya snorts but is cut off by a soft mewl as Dazai’s lips once again meet his own.

The feeling in which binds their souls together turns into a content purr, filling their very beings, their souls, with warmth.

Dazai runs his fingers through Chuuya’s hair as he kisses him gently while Chuuya wraps his arms around his neck, pulling Dazai down to rest on top of him and spreading his legs on either side to accommodate him.

They kiss slowly, lovingly, and the way Dazai begins moving his hips ever so gently against Chuuya’s has the executive’s toes curling.

Dazai licks along Chuuya’s lips tenderly, smiling at the sounds it rewards him out of the redhead, before trailing his lips down his chin and in his neck, sucking bruises into his soft skin.

He is pretty sure that somehow, they knew each other in another life, another time, and were lovers then as well. And if that is the case, then they are destined to be together. Fate wants them together, and Dazai will not let this go…not again.

Once Dazai has left a gorgeous necklace of bruises along Chuuya’s neck, he lifts the executive’s hands to bite off his gloves, eyes staring back into lust-filled yet still piercing blue eyes as he lets the gloves drop down onto the bed.

“If you want to make it up to me, you can start by showing me your everything now, and this time…don’t leave me behind, asshole.”

Dazai stills, eyes not once leaving Chuuya’s as he responds honestly, “I will never leave you again.”

Chuuya gives him a lopsided smile, “Good, because otherwise, soulmate or not, I’ll kill you.”

Dazai’s breath hitches and his heart almost bursts with warmth at the word ‘soulmate’ but he is immediately distracted when Chuuya sits up, unclasping his harness and shrugging off his vest and shirt.

Dazai does the same, removing his own clothes but when he notices Chuuya kicking off his pants and go to pull down his boxers, Dazai grabs his wrists and pins him down on the bed.

Chuuya looks up at him curiously, “What are you planning?”

Dazai smiles and kisses his forehead, “Let me.”

He then begins his descent down Chuuya’s body, letting go of his wrists and moving his hands down to caress Chuuya’s sides.

Chuuya shivers and bites his lips while fisting his hands into the pillow above his head as Dazai begins peppering his chest with kisses, and releases a gasp when Dazai starts sucking on one of his nipples, his other hand teasing the other.

He rolls his tongue around his nipple, caressing it before sucking on the nub once again, smiling when he feels Chuuya arch his back and hears the sweet sounds escape his parted lips.

Dazai nibbles his nipple gently, and that’s when Chuuya lets out a rather loud moan, feet scrambling for purchase as his heels dig into the bedding, “Hnng…Daz-ai…”

“Mmm…perfect.” Dazai continues his way down Chuuya’s body, lips mapping and kissing down along his soft and milky skin.

Dazai traces his tongue along his stomach as he pulls Chuuya’s boxers down, releasing his cock and hearing the redhead gasp at the feeling.

He parts from Chuuya for a moment, taking in the sight of his lover laid out on the bed, hands gripping the pillow above his head with his face flushed a gorgeous red.

Dazai’s eyes trail down and he licks his lips at Chuuya’s cock, leaking precome and moving up and down gently with Chuuya’s breathing.

He shifts back down, spreading Chuuya’s legs wide, leaning forward, gradually getting closer and closer to his cock, but instead turning his head and kissing and sucking his inner thigh.

Chuuya keens.

Dazai moves his hand to stroke Chuuya’s cock up and down slowly as he trails his lips to the crease in Chuuya’s inner thigh, licking and kissing softly. He is incredibly close to where Chuuya needs but not giving in just yet, happily teasing him while hearing Chuuya moan and try and shift his hips to get his tongue where he wants. Dazai’s own cock twitches inside his pants over how endearingly impatient his lover is.

Dazai smirks lovingly, moving to Chuuya’s other thigh to lavish that one in attention too as he strokes him a little faster, rubbing his thumb along his head and coaxing more precome to bead on his tip then spreading it down his length.

“D-Dazai…for fucks sake ju- ahh-!” Chuuya is suddenly cut off as Dazai slowly runs his tongue along his balls, massaging against his skin before sucking them gently.

Chuuya is a trembling mess, Dazai can feel it against his ears, how his thighs are shivering and trying to cage him in. Then Chuuya’s leg wraps around his shoulders, heel pressing into his upper back to draw Dazai in to where he needs.

And who would he be to deny his boyfriend what he wants?

The sound Chuuya releases once Dazai’s tongue finally glides up his cock is earth shattering.

Moans continue to flow freely out of Chuuya’s mouth as Dazai massages his tongue all over his cock, swirling it around his shaft, mapping every vein and ridge as he makes his way to his tip, holding his cock up with his hand as he dips his tongue into the precome beading and dripping down his head.

Dazai groans at the taste, rubbing his tongue against his tip to coax more out of Chuuya, who is bright red and sweaty over the pleasure Dazai is lavishing him with.

“I never stopped loving you either, you know. You never left my mind for a second over these last four years.” Dazai admits, and really, he’s quite unfair to Chuuya, because when the redhead tries to reply, Dazai slides his cock all the way into his mouth, ripping a choked cry of pleasure out of Chuuya.

Dazai’s nose bumps and presses against Chuuya’s v-line because he took him that deep, throat constricting around his cock.

He stays like that for a moment, before dragging his mouth back up to the tip, massaging it between his lips and tongue flicking under his head before sucking back down again and repeating.

Chuuya moves a shaky hand down to grip Dazai’s hair in an attempt to try and ground himself because he is breathing incredibly heavy and Dazai is giving him so much pleasure that he almost can’t handle it all.

Chuuya is heavy and throbbing on Dazai’s tongue as he bobs his head up and down, swirling his tongue all around his shaft and massaging just under his head. He wants Chuuya to come inside his mouth tonight, he wants to make Chuuya come more than once. He wants to show him how much he loves him and he owes him his everything after all.

After a few more moments, Chuuya’s breathing becomes even more erratic, coming out in short pants as he nears his limit.

He grips Dazai’s hair a little harder, a silent warning that if he doesn’t stop, he’ll lose control. When that doesn’t work, he tries to lift his head off him but Dazai’s mouth remains ironclad around his cock, sucking intently with no sign of stopping. In fact, he gets even faster, gripping Chuuya’s hips.

“Dazai, fuck, i-if you don’t get off I’m gonna,” Chuuya releases another moan, “gonna c-come.”

Dazai ignores him, slipping his hands under Chuuya’s ass to grope and squeeze, then push him up to thrust him into his mouth.

“Daz-!” Chuuya’s head slams back into the pillow, eyes rolling back and back arching off of the bed as his hips begin spasming. He releases a loud cry as he comes hot in Dazai’s mouth.

Dazai moans as he holds him tight, sucking him through his orgasm and gripping his thighs as Chuuya squirts into his mouth as he greedily swallows it all.

He sucks on Chuuya a couple more times before releasing his cock with a pop as it lands back down on his stomach and chances a look up at his redhead, who is panting heavily, his face bright red and dishevelled bangs covering his eyes.

He is absolutely stunning.

Dazai shifts, quickly unbuckling his belt and pulling his own pants and underwear down and off, hissing as the cool air hits his neglected cock. He strokes a couple of times to give him a little relief before crawling up Chuuya’s body, hovering over him with his hands supporting him on either side of Chuuya’s head.

“I-I tried to warn you.” Chuuya breathes out, still coming down from the high of his orgasm.

“I know,” Dazai admits as he strokes the hair away from Chuuya’s face, cupping his cheek and urging him to look up at him, “I wanted to taste you though.”

Chuuya bites his lips and whimpers at Dazai’s own debauched appearance. His lips are wet and shiny from his come, his hair is almost as messy and his bandages are sticking sweaty to his skin.

Then Dazai does something unexpected. He moves his arm up behind his neck, unclipping the pin holding his bandages and begins unravelling them.

"Dazai but…”

“I told you I would give you my everything Chuuya,” he smiles lovingly into blue eyes, “besides; sweaty bandages wouldn’t be fun for either of us to feel.”

Chuuya shivers as he watches Dazai completely remove his bandages and throwing them onto the floor, he’ll deal with it later.

And the scars…Chuuya has seen Dazai without his bandages before, but not since he was in the Mafia, and it wasn’t for any long period of time either. As Chuuya looks over his body, there are a lot of old, faded scars, but some are also more recent.

Chuuya lifts his hand to trace the scars up Dazai’s stomach and to his chest with his fingers. Feather light touches, but get shivers from Dazai all the same.

“I love you,” Chuuya says softly, as he views his form and Dazai takes his hand, kissing along his knuckles softly.

“I love you, Chuuya, I always have.”

Dazai lays down next to Chuuya and pulls him into a comforting embrace, tangling their legs together as he kisses him softly. He has to wait for Chuuya to recover before they can continue, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t lavish him with kisses and touches.

Chuuya hooks his leg over Dazai’s hip and snakes his hands under Dazai’s arms to grip and dig his fingers into his back, moaning softly into the kisses.

Dazai smiles against his lips, slipping his tongue into Chuuya’s mouth while stroking his cheek, and tracing his free hand down and around his body to squeeze and caress his ass.

“You’re so sexy, Chuuya…” He whispers against his mouth while a finger starts teasing Chuuya’s entrance gently.

Chuuya jolts and grips onto Dazai’s back harder, rubbing their cocks together in the motion and causing both men to shudder.

They continue like that, soft kisses and sensual touches as they spoil eachother with their love and affection.

“Chuuya…” Dazai coos softly, kissing along Chuuya’s neck.

“Mmmm?” Chuuya hums, a little drunk off of Dazai’s affections.

“I think we were lovers in another life, Chuuya…this feeling pulling me towards you, it’s far too strong to just be love.”

Chuuya blinks his eyes a few times and looks up at his lover with an arched eyebrow, “The fuck?”

Dazai chuckles and cradles the back of Chuuya’s head, kissing him gently, “Hear me out?”

The executive rolls his eyes but nuzzles into Dazai further, “Let’s hear it.”

“When I first met you, I saw wings coming out from your back…it was strange, but they disappeared as quickly as they appeared.” Dazai tightens his grip around Chuuya’s lower back.

Chuuya snorts, “Wings? Like an angel? I’m sorry but I’m probably the furthest thing from an angel.”

“No, your wings weren’t white, they were black.” Dazai tells him as he rubs his thumb against his hip soothingly.

“So…what? A fallen angel or something? That would make more sense I guess.” Chuuya sighs as he wraps his arms around Dazai’s neck, pressing their chests together and humming contently at the contact.

“Not exactly, I think it was something else, like a raven or a crow or perhaps…” Dazai thinks a little more as he moves his arms to completely wrap around Chuuya and hold him close, “a tengu?”

Chuuya stills for a moment before relaxing, “A tengu? What? Are we supposed to believe in yokai now or something?”

Dazai pouts, “Well, I think they exist, and I bet we were different yokai too, like forbidden lovers on opposing sides! Isn’t that romantic, Chuuya?”

Chuuya lets out a laugh over Dazai’s reaction, “If that is true, though highly unlikely, I bet you were some sly and sneaky yokai, like a kitsune.”

“How rude!” Dazai gasps in mock hurt but then gets a cheeky glint in his eye, “imagine the sex we must have had Chuuya,” Dazai grins as he trails his hand between them, teasing Chuuya’s half hard cock, earning him a shiver, “I bet if I was a kitsune, I would’ve wrapped my tails around your naked body as I fucked you.”

Chuuya arches his back and digs his nails into Dazai’s shoulder blades, “D-Dazai-“

“And I bet if you were a tengu, you would use your beautiful black wings to wrap around me as well. I would’ve loved seeing how out of place I could make your feathers, my tengu.”

A shiver wracks through Chuuya’s body, his eyes snapping open.

‘My tengu.’

He’s heard that before, he knows he has, but as Dazai begins stroking his now hard cock up and down, he hasn’t the time to analyse, so he just decides to shove it down for now.

“Y-You’re so fucking weird.” Chuuya gasps out as Dazai strokes his cock, biting his lip to try and stifle his moans.

Dazai laughs against Chuuya’s neck where he is currently spoiling him with kisses, “Perhaps, it was just a thought anyway.”

Dazai shifts a little lower, nudging his knees against Chuuya’s legs to open them and slide his cock between them and thrust slowly once Chuuya closes them on his cock.

Chuuya moans out as Dazai thrusts between his legs, precome spreading between his legs as Dazai rubs his cock against Chuuya’s perineum.

“F-Fuck me, please.” Chuuya begs, not even ashamed, he needs Dazai inside of him ages ago.

Dazai growls with desire, kissing his way from Chuuya’s neck to his shoulder, “Do you have lube? Not that I would mind opening you up with my tongue.” He punctuates with a flick of his tongue along Chuuya’s earlobe.

Chuuya shivers and turns bright red, “Y-Yeah, bedside drawer.”

Dazai kisses his way down Chuuya’s arm and places a gentle kiss on his palm, causing a soft noise from the back of Chuuya’s throat, “Lay on your stomach for me? And place a pillow under your hips.”

Chuuya bites his lip and does what he’s asked. He isn’t usually this compliant, but he wants Dazai to fuck him so badly.

As Dazai grabs the lube, Chuuya rolls onto his stomach, grabbing his spare pillow and lifting his hips, propping his ass up and on display. Slightly embarrassing, but the sound of Dazai’s breath hitching at the sight is enough to give him confidence.

He shakes his ass a little, looking back at his lover with dark and hungry blue eyes and he swears he saw something snap behind Dazai’s eyes because the detective is on him in a heartbeat, a lubed up finger already pressing and rubbing against his entrance.

Chuuya whines, spreading his thighs wider and rocking his hips up and against Dazai’s finger in an attempt to push it inside.

He gets his wish as a finger gently pushes into him and slowly works its way down to the knuckle.

Chuuya gasps out and feels Dazai move to press his chest against Chuuya’s back, kissing against his nape, and after a moment, begins thrusting his finger slowly.

With hands gripping the sheets above his head, Chuuya rocks back against Dazai’s hand as best he can with the detective on top of him.

Then Dazai moves, and it’s almost a relief, that is, until a pair of lips trace and press against his back, and he goes limp.

A loud moan escapes Chuuya’s lips, completely taking Dazai by surprise.

“Chuuya?” Dazai asks curiously, finger halting inside of him to make sure he’s alright.

“I-I’m fine j-just my back, it’s not normally this sensitive.”

Dazai tilts his head in confusion but quickly gets a cheeky glint in his eye as he resumes thrusting his finger in, a little faster than before, “Oh? Is that so?”

Chuuya buries his face into the bedding from embarrassment, but Dazai’s lips returning to spoil the soft and sensitive skin on his back has him trembling.

It’s strange, he’s been touched on his back before, but it has never gotten this reaction.

Dazai quickly adds a second finger, thrusting both in fast as he begins sucking Chuuya’s back, love bites blooming across his gorgeous skin and Chuuya cries out in pleasure, rocking his hips back fast.

His cock is rock hard and leaking, staining his pillow below but he doesn’t care as he frantically thrusts against it for friction.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. God, how am I so lucky?” Dazai asks no one in particular, he is just simply in awe over the gorgeous man beneath him, moaning and whining as he stretches him open for him and only him.

He hooks his fingers and nudges Chuuya’s prostate dead on, causing an absolutely gorgeous reaction mixed with a scream and trembling limbs, “Perfect.” Dazai states, breathless.

Chuuya whines out over the praises and grips the sheets harder, “O-Osamu, please-“

‘Osamu.’

Dazai suddenly pauses. Chuuya has never called him by his first name before, not once, so how, how does it sound so familiar? Like Chuuya has called him that before, but…it’s not possible.

He views the man beneath him, panting and catching his breath, light dusting of freckles along his shoulders as they tense from the pleasure.

“We really were destined to be together, weren’t we, chibi?”

“W-Wha-“

Chuuya tries to speak, but Dazai removes his fingers, causing another whine from Chuuya but is quickly replaced with a moan as Dazai presses his cock against his hole already slicked up and ready.

Dazai leans his chest on Chuuya’s back, pressing him down as he nibbles the shell of his ear, “Mine.”

That’s all the warning Chuuya gets as Dazai gently pushes inside of him, Chuuya’s ass stretching over his head. With another couple of thrusts, Dazai buries himself down to the hilt inside of his lover, pressing his forehead against the back of Chuuya’s head as he groans over just how tight and warm he is.

Chuuya rests his forehead down on the sheets, shoulders shuddering as he adjusts to the fullness, of Dazai finally being inside of him.

They stay like that for a few moments, only the sound of their breathing heard within the otherwise silence of Chuuya’s bedroom.

Dazai kisses his shoulders softly, “Ready for me to move?”

Chuuya swallows thickly, “Y-Yeah.”

The first thrust already has Chuuya melting against the sheets as Dazai sheathes himself deep, before sliding almost all of the way out, then back in at a slow pace.

“God Chuuya, you feel so damn good.” Dazai moans out as he continues his steady pace, a hand travelling down to Chuuya’s thigh to spread him wider to get as deep as he can.

“Osamu…” Chuuya groans out when Dazai begins rolling his hips into him experimentally, grinding his hips against his ass.

Dazai once again peppers kisses along Chuuya’s back as he gradually picks up his pace, fucking him into the mattress, occasionally rolling his hips in such a sinful way that it quickly has Chuuya clenching around him.

Chuuya moans out with each thrust, even when he lifts up onto his elbows, keeping himself steady as he rocks back against Dazai, meeting him halfway.

Dazai tries to stifle his moans but he can’t, letting them slip by as Chuuya clenches down harder on his cock, massaging him on each thrust. He leans even more over him, blanketing him as he supports himself with one hand on the bed, while the other moves from Chuuya’s hip to his chin, turning his head so he can lock their lips in a loving kiss.

Chuuya moans out into his mouth, and Dazai drinks each one eagerly, licking into his mouth and massaging their tongues together.

Them together, like this finally, there is not a word that could properly describe just how absolutely right this is, and how complete Dazai feels. Like Chuuya is the missing piece to his puzzle, finally where he belongs.

He picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, “Fuck Chuuya, so fucking pretty.” He groans into Chuuya’s mouth and Chuuya almost comes then and there from the praise.

Then Dazai suddenly lifts Chuuya up, shifting them both onto their knees with Chuuya’s back pressed up against his chest, fucking up into him with slow and shallow thrusts.

“F-Fuck Osa-!”

Dazai cuts him off once again with his lips, using his knees to nudge Chuuya’s thighs apart so he sits down even further on his cock so he can get even deeper.

The hand not holding onto Chuuya’s chin, travels down to wrap around his cock, stroking as his thrusts get faster.

Chuuya is a moaning and dishevelled mess, arms lifting up to wrap around Dazai’s neck from behind, hips pressing back into Dazai’s and chest puffed out flushed and sweaty.

Both men are drenched in sweat, hair sticking to their foreheads and bodies trembling as they make love.

The feeling towards Chuuya is like a raging fire now, it feels like a lifetime of love and devotion is all coming together in this one moment, the moment they finally become one.

As both of them near their limit, Dazai flips Chuuya over onto his back, sheathing back inside of him and locking their lips together as he digs his nails into the sheets, thrusting hard and fast.

Chuuya moans with each thrust, and as Dazai’s cock massages and abuses his prostate, his whole body shudders as he comes with a cry, arching his back off the bed and shaking as he falls apart on Dazai’s cock, come squirting out onto both of them.

Dazai follows soon after; the sheer sight of Chuuya having that reaction because of him being what finally pushes him over the edge.

He moans loud, settling down against Chuuya’s chest breathing heavily.

Chuuya sighs and brings his hands up to run through Dazai’s messy hair, earning him a soft mewl.

That feeling drawing them together has returned back to a quiet hum, but it’s a pleasant one, content, as if it had finally done its job of bringing the two of them together, which it really has.

“That was amazing…” Chuuya smiles contently as he kisses Dazai’s hair.

“It really was, you are amazing.” Dazai lifts his face and kisses along Chuuya’s cheek and then his lips.

After a while, and as Chuuya decides that they should probably have a shower, Dazai speaks.

“Hey, Chuuya?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you,” Dazai says with a smile, burying his face into Chuuya’s neck.

Chuuya blinks in confusion, “For what?”

“For not giving up on me, or on us.”

Chuuya smiles and rests his head against Dazai’s.

“I never will.”

*****

The next morning, as the sun filters through the curtain and onto their resting forms, Chuuya stirs awake, warm and completely enveloped in the arms of his boyfriend.

He blinks in an attempt to adjust his eyes as he looks up at the sleeping face of his partner. However, what he sees, certainly isn’t what he expected.

Big fluffy…fox ears as white as snow emerging out from Dazai’s hair.

His mouth parts and eyes widen in surprise, surely just a trick of the light?

As he lifts his hand to gingerly touch them, he blinks again and just like that, they’re…gone.

Chuuya rubs his eyes, and just like he thought, they really are gone, only Dazai’s messy tufts of brown hair remain.

He is confused as hell but, as he looks at Dazai’s sleeping face, he knows that they will be okay, even with being on opposite sides as they are now.

The executive brings his hand up to stroke Dazai’s cheek, who after a moment, smiles and nuzzles into his touch.

‘Another life, huh?’ Chuuya smiles to himself, remembering Dazai’s words from the night before about being forbidden lovers on opposite sides, their current situation being very similar, ‘it seems that no matter where we are, or who we are, we are always drawn together, aren’t we?,’ he leans up to capture Dazai’s lips in a kiss.

‘And I wouldn’t have it any other way, my shitty kitsune.’