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The bandaged boy ran through the night.
Sweat ran down his bloody forehead, drenching his collar in red. His bare feet slipped on the muddy sewage water, forcing him to stumble back and lean his fatigued body on the murky walls. "H-how... how did this happen" he murmured. Shit. The wound on his foot was getting worse. He couldn't keep going like this. 🤰
"Get your ass back here! Your wounds need to be treated and you know it!" shouted the short man as he followed him down into the sewers. Dazai knew he was right, but... he didn't want to be treated by Mori of all people.
Dazai began slowly limping away from the ginger. God fucking dammit. Why did things have to turn out like this? He knows Chuuya isn't going to leave him alone until he gives in, but he'd rather die than face that two faced bastard again. "Ugh" dazai wobbled precariously on one foot before slamming his body against the wall to keep himself upright. "Dazai, come on! This is completely ridiculous!" Chuuya had caught up to him by now.
"Fuck off Chuuyaaa. This is my injury, not yours, go away.." He tried limping up the ladder out of the sewers but he put too much pressure on the wound and fell.
Chuuya, who was used to Dazai doing this, instinctively held Dazai. Sokouku is famous for their partnership. So it means they trust each other. Dazai's instinct had been clouded with the pain in his legs and ribs. However, his body registered Chuuya as a non-threat. So he just passed out. In his arms.
The first thing Dazai was aware of when he woke up was a soft mattress underneath. He slowly opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by a splitting headache. He gasped slightly in pain as his hand shot up to his forehead, only to be met with soft silk bandage sat stop of his wound. "Oh, you're awake." The second thing he recognised was the voice of chuuya, his most trusted partner. The third thing he noticed was a stabbing pain on his foot. Did Mori not treat him after all? Maybe he finally got the hint and fucked off to the garbage heap where he belon-
"Dazai, stop insulting my boss in your head, I can fucking sense it" Chuuya snapped exasperatedly, as he reached for a new roll of bandages. And Dazai... He noticed something. "Is that... my brand of bandages?" Dazai questioned, disbelief evident in his voice. "Well, I don't want you bitching to me about ' Ah chibi the bandages are so rough!' 'Ah Slug, why can't you get good bandages'" It was strange how quickly they could fall back into their old bickering..
"Dazai." Chuuya suddenly turned serious. "Why did you run away like that? Your life was clearly in danger, but you'd rather choose death than having to suck it up and be treated by someone you don't like?" Fuck. Dazai was hoping to dance around this situation until he came up with a good excuse, but Chuuya had seen right through him. It was clear Chuuya wasn't going to let this go until Dazai gave him a proper answer. However, despite knowing this, Dazai stayed silent. He didn't think he could talk even if he wanted to. "Dazai. I don't want to force you into talking, but I'm your partner. I think I deserve to know the relationship between you and Mori." Dazai hates to admit it, but he was right. They've been through so much together. It would be unfair to keep this from him. Dazai took a deep breath. If he was going to tell him, he might as well start from the beginning, after all.
"Whatever, " Chuuya said quickly, " You'll need to stay the night anyways, your leg isn't healed." Dazai tried standing up, only to stumble back into Chuuya's bed. Chuuya's supposedly soft and silk bed. A material he would consider uncomfortable. Yet why did the bed feel perfect against his skin? It felt like it was lulling himself to sleep. "Oi, shitty Dazai. Wake up. I need to feed you, I even made you crab soup."
"Oh wow chibi, you remembered my favorite soup even after all the time we've been apart! I guess really do have a brain inside that skull of yours," Dazai put a hand over his mouth and pulled an over the top surprised face. "Shut up," Chuuya grumbled. "And for your information, I didn't remember your favorite soup or whatever. I just used the ingredients in my fridge." Chuuya then left the room, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he left, dazai breathed a slight sigh of relief. Not to be mean or anything, but an unorganized therapy session with this former partner didn't seem like the best thing on the planet. He slumped down into the mattress and hugged a pillow tightly to his body. it smells like chuuya
The lingering scent of expensive wine and cigarette smoke calms down some intrusive thoughts. He pulls himself up from the bed, carefully to not aggravate his wounds. Drinking from the crab soup, he unconsciously smiles at the familiar taste.
After finishing the soup, he pulls a classic move, "CHUUUYAAAAA" he whines out and almost chokes from the strain of voice. "Dazai. Don't strain your voice, the mission yesterday was pretty harsh. Give me your damn bowl." Chuuya's snappy voice only wanted to make Dazai tease him more. But then again, he hated pain. So he actually held back. (:O)
"What do you want, dazai," chuuya fixed him with an intense stare. "I'm booooorrrrrreeeeeeedddddd," dazai whined, shaking chuuya's shoulders back and forth. "There's nothing to dooooooo," chuuya instinctively shoved him away, before remembering that he had a serious wound on his foot. oh shit before he could think, he reached out and grabbed dazai by the waist, hoisting him up before he could hit the floor.
Dazai's eyes widened at their predicament. He willed his cheeks not to flush at the feeling of Chuuya being on top of him.
Chuuya's face, on the other hand, was completely beet red. Thankfully, thanks to his height, he and dazai aren't facing each other, rather chuuya's face is level with dazais chest. This is the one time that he'll ever be thankful for being short. If dazai could see his face right now he would be subjected to a lifetime of teasing 🤰
However, Chuuya could hear Dazai's thumping heartbeat and couldn't resist. He willed his blush away and looked up at Dazai. The smallest blush adorned his ears. His long soft hair a halo around his face. And his expression... His facade cracked and underneath lied a ocean of raw emotion. However quickly this vulnerability was covered up, that expression was burned into his memory.
Before he could think, chuuya began inching his face closer to dazai's. He slowly dragged his body towards dazai's face until he was completely on top if him, before closing the gap between them and pressing their lips together 🤰
It was shocking to the both of them. Well, until Dazai leant back in. The previously soft, chaste kiss turned passionate and lustful within seconds
Chuuya was very experienced in this department. He learnt through practice after Dazai left the Port Mafia as a distraction. However, he wasn't expecting to use this on Dazai himself.
The tension quickly skyrocketed as they grew more and more entangled together. And then, a soft moan left Dazai's mouth. And fuck, Chuuya had never been more turned on.
Dazai's amount of moans quickly grew as Chuuya's hands roamed further around certain areas.
Chuuya lifted up Dazai (who weighed as much as a stick) and rolled his nipples over his clothes. "Mhhmm" Dazai let out a muffled moan as his chest seeked for friction. His cock twitched appreciatively in his pants.
Chuuya let Dazai breathe as he disconnected from his lips. Beginning to strip Dazai, Dazai himself took off a couple of his own clothes
He grabbed a bottle of half-used lube out of a bedside compartment. " Ahh~ Chuuy- have you've been hanging around others~"
"Of course I've been fucking others" Chuuya said as he coated a few of his fingers and stroked his cock until it as fully hardened
He smoothly massaged a finger in, careful enough not to hurt him. When Chuuya thought it was enough, he shoved in a second a finger. "Ahhh~ Chuuyaa~~ More"
He slowly scissored his fingers wider until Dazai was moaning and writhing in pleasure. He had quickly found his prostate and knew when to use that knowledge to its advantage. And then he changed his pace, three fingers in, he sharply scissored and jabbed into his prostate
"AHH~ chUUYA I'M GONNA "
However just before Dazai could be sated Chuuya wrapped his hand around his cock, like a cock ring, to prevent him from cumming
"CHUUUY-" Dazai gasped out, " Your just as mean a-as you were when we were younger"
Chuuya turned Dazai on to his back and properly hooked his ankles behind his back. He reached over to the nightstand to get a pair of handcuffs (?)
" Ever been handcuffed before Dazai? "
Dazai gives Chuuya a dead look
In that moment of distraction, Chuuya handcuffs him to the bed AND SHOVES HIS COCK INSIDE OF DAZAI
Dazai and chuuya engaged in sexual fantasies and woke up naked next to eachother and smiled the ned