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"Chuuya~! He's so slippery! He really has the slug genes, gross!"
"You don't call MY child gross and you absolutely have no right to insult my superior genes! People would kill to have me bear their children!"
Dazai pouted at the response and booped Shuuji's nose with his index finger. "Yes, your mommy is that popular. You have no idea how much I struggled to keep those pests off him." He told the 8 months old. "But Chuuya only wants to bear mine, doesn't he?" Then he yelled at his husband who's currently shampooing his hair in the shower box.
"Oh, shut up! Just keep the little one warm!"
The brunet could already imagine the pretty blush on his partner's cheeks and he shrugged his shoulders with a smile etched on his lips.
"Chuuya~!" Came another yell from the brunet. "He's so tiny down there! Urgh, is this your gene's doing again!?"
Dazai heard a loud thud coming from where Chuuya was and chuckled quietly. Oh how much he loves spiting the older man.
"He's supposed to be tiny at this point of age!" His husband growled in frustration. "You better not do anything funny to his chilly!"
The brunet paused, staring right at his child's eyes before bursting into laughter. "Chuuya calls it chilly!"
His laugh only got louder when he heard Chuuya spluttering gibberish, unable to curse as they're in the presence of their child.
"Chuuya, Chuuya!"
"What now!?"
"Nothing, just wanted to call your name."
Dazai smiled, entertaining Shuuji by slapping the water surface, sending some water onto the kid's face and making him scrunch his nose in distaste. "Cute." He hummed, unaware of the grabby hands making its way towards him.
"Oh my God, Chuuya! Chuuya, he's touching my nipple! Shuuji, no! Hey, you're going to fall!"
"I don't care what happened to your nipple but if he fell into the water, not only those nipples would be hurt!"
"Kink- Chuuya he's biting me! Ow, that hurts. Shuuji, I'm not mommy! Chuuya, he won't let go!"
"Holy hell! I'm coming, I'm coming!" The redhead groaned as he exited the box, walking over to their tub.
He stopped in front of Dazai who's struggling to get Shuuji away from his nipples and laughed out loud. "Wait for a bit." He said in between wheezes and walked away, his laughs getting harder when he saw the betrayed look on his husband's face.
Chuuya managed to record a 2 minutes long footage of Dazai whining and suffering upon his own child's assault before he finally took pity on the man. The ginger set his phone aside and got inside the tub.
He held onto Shuuji's sides, "Shuuji, let go and come to mommy." He coaxed gently, smirking as Dazai's pout deepened when the small one obediently listened to his mother.
"You hate me, don't you?" Dazai muttered, looking down at his reddened nipple. "You little devil."
"Well, he does have your genes." Chuuya said simply and he moved until his back was against Dazai's chest. "You never complain when I bite you, though." He said to his lover while brushing away Shuuji's hair.
"It's different! The way you bite is sexy but he's trying to suck something out of me!"
Chuuya just chuckled, turning his attention to the little human. "You've been soaked for too long already, I'll just quickly wash you and get you out, okay?"
Dazai rested his chin on the redhead's shoulder, doing funny faces to make the baby giggle and of course he didn't miss the fond look on Chuuya's face as he soaped their baby up. He left a kiss on Chuuya's cheek once he rinsed Shuuji off.
The mafia then twisted his body and made their lips meet briefly. "Hold onto him while I go get the towel."
"You better not bite me again." Dazai sternly told his child once he's passed onto him.
Chuuya patted himself dry and robed himself before picking Shuuji up with him and immediately starting the baby skin care routine. Which, if Dazai may add, maybe is as complicated as Chuuya's routine but it'd be a lie to say he didn't memorize all the steps.
His husband dressed their lovechild in a fluffy tiger pajama, something Atsushi had given to them, and Chuuya smiled happily at the perfect fit. "That weretiger surprisingly has a good taste." He commented and again, let Dazai hold the baby because the brunet's all dry and clothed, safe from his hair.
"He smells good." The brunet said as he nosed Shuuji's ears. "Like a baby."
Chuuya rolled his eyes. "He is a baby. Now, shoo."
Dazai looked at his redhead, knowing he's going to go and soak some more, then to Shuuji. "Well, another quality time with your dad, I guess."
"Whatever you're about to do, just make sure to be safe. I trust you."
Dazai captured his lips in a soft, chaste kiss. "He's my kid, there's no way I'd do something that'd hurt him."
The redhead sighed, nipping gently on Dazai's lower lip.
"You can relax, Chuuya."
The redhead was about to kiss him the second time when a noise broke them away. Dazai scrunched his nose disapprovingly. "That's rude, you little rascal." He then fondly said, covering Shuuji's eyes and kissing his mate deeply.
"Go." Chuuya said once they parted, breathless and a little flushed.
"It always makes me want to do something when you look like that."
"Oh shut up, later."
Dazai's eyebrow raised, lips curling into a smirk. "Later, then."
When Chuuya got out of the bathroom an hour later, he couldn't help but to coo as he saw Dazai on his back, knees bent, Shuuji placed securely on his shins and he was holding onto his hands for safety measures. Not to mention those ridiculous whooshing sounds he was making. They were playing the airplane game and Shuuji was giggling so happily. It filled Chuuya up with warmth.
Honestly, this image would have never occured in anyone's minds : the demon prodigy playing with his 8 months old son like your neighborhood father on a Sunday morning. This, truly is a view worth more than a ten billion masterpiece.
And Chuuya of course, recorded the moment for his keepsake.
The brunet stopped a few minutes later and put Shuuji down onto the bed. "Mommy's here and daddy's tired. Daddy can't be tired, Shuuji. Daddy and mommy have a plan for tonight, after all."
Chuuya flushed. "Don't say things like that in front of our kid!"
"Would you like a little brother or sister, Shuuji?"
"Dazai!"
"You're also a Dazai now, babe."
"Osamu!"
"Correct. Come here, let's get the little one to sleep so we can have some fun ourselves."
"Can you stop!?"
Dazai smirked, caressing Shuuji's soft cheek and squeezing it because even that Dazai is weak to cute things, okay; as if him having Chuuya doesn't say enough about that.
"Don't do that!" Chuuya slapped his hand away and began to rub the reddening cheek. "Your daddy is too childish." He huffed to the confused Shuuji, expression softening as curious amber eyes stared at him. "Shall we go and have dinner so you can go to bed with a full tummy?" Chuuya then gently traced circles on his tiny stomach, pulling out adorable giggles.
"You're too cute." He sighed.
"That, most certainly, comes from me." Dazai chirped in and Chuuya rolled his eyes at that before hoisting Shuuji up.
"You're gross. Dinner, come on, I need you to keep him entertained while I make his food."
Dazai tilted his head to the side. "Am I a clown, now?"
Chuuya lost count of how many times he'd rolled his eyes that night. He held Shuuji in one hand and offered Dazai the other. "Come on, daddy."
"Ah, I miss that time when I was Chuuya's daddy instead of Shuuji's."
"You know what, forget it!"