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the agency needed Information, so they sent a little rascal out:
Dazai. of course him. he knew Fyodor best from everyone in the agency.
and so dazai set out. not before pestering Kunikida, obviously, and making everyone in the goddamn office think they were BOTH cuckoo.
Dazai slowly sneaked into the apartment, attempting to gain info. He knew that rat kept everything in a notebook, like some journalist or something.. Well- he found his ushanka first .
Heh, why not wear it? so, he put the hat on. And just as he finally found the notebook and was about to open it, fyodor emerged in the hallway. Dazai didn't really know what overcame him at the moment, but he threw the damned ushanka out- maybe to annoy him, or something. But all he knows is that it made Fyodor..really, realllyyyyy MAD.
"Osamu! What in God's name are you doing?!" ... "ah..Doestoyevsky.. Doestoyevsky.. well you see, i just wanted to visit you!..." Fyodor dashed forward, and pinned dazai to the couch, making dazai grunt in slight pain.
"F-Fyodor! You don't have to- a-ah~!" Fyodor had yanked on dazais tail, releasing a moan from him... "What? What was that you fucking mutt? Did you just moan?" well. This was... embarrassing. Only for dazai however. Fyodor smirked, slowly reaching his hand for dazai's pants. Like he had anticipated, dazai was hard as rock. Maybe, he could take some of the pent up anger from the week, and from that whole disaster with his hat, out on him.
"Hey… We're getting a little too carried away, you know..." Dazai murmured, though the pink flush of heat on his face betrayed his excitement. He hadn't really expected things to take this turn, not exactly, but if seduction could loosen Fyodor’s lips... then so be it. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement—No? he could extract the information he needed while indulging in unanticipated pleasure.
"And? You don’t exactly seem to mind," Fyodor mused lowly, eyes gleaming with sharp amusement as he gazed down at the brunette boy beneath him. He had never imagined Dazai could be undone so easily, nor that he'd harbor such intriguing desires... "How fascinating… the filthy things that turn you on."
Pinned against the couch’s backrest, Dazai’s wrists were trapped in one of Fyodor’s hands, held above his head. It wasn’t as though Fyodor could overpower him if he truly wanted to break free, yet he made no move to resist. With his free hand, Fyodor traced the sharp lines of Dazai’s face, fingers gliding downward until they brushed over his throat. A slow, deliberate squeeze followed.
A gasp—no, not exactly- a strangled moan, slipped past Dazai’s lips, unbidden and raw. Even he seemed slightly startled by the sound, by the way his body responded to the pressure at his neck. Fyodor released Dazais neck, and slowly tied his hands with a piece of fabric on the couch, presumably a towel..
“We’re gonna have some fun, you know..” suddenly, fyodor ripped a cross off of his wall— it startled dazai half to death, but he couldn’t help but feel a sickening arousal. Was he getting turned on? Yes. Was he disgusted? Absolutely! it did NOT change however the building heat in his groin. not at all. infact, if he thought about it a little, was the sheer disgust TURNING HIM ON??? well, maybe..
“Fucking slut..” Fyodor muttered, before going at Dazai’s waistband. It’s not like he really cared all that much, but he looked up at Dazai for approval. Once he had gotten it, he spent no time practically ripping his pants off— and gagging him with an apple which was on the mahogany desk. No complains, just pretty little whining and mewling. And then slowly, he spread Dazai’s legs apart. One hand kept both his legs open, while the other slowly inserted the cross— “a-akghf-" It definitely hurt a little, but that was to be expected, really.. Dazai’s legs instinctively closed, but Fyodor forced them open. “‘Keep them open.” Fyodor said with a snarl.. as the cross got inserted deeper, Dazai’s eyes started prickling with tears. Fyodor couldn’t help but feign worry. “Aww..it hurts? Shh…It'll be okay, mutt...” he was doing that, because afterwards he rammed the cross in deeply— “kh—ACGhk!!” Dazai was still turned on, but holy shit, this hurts sosososo bad.. Now Fyodor was going gentler, cause he didn’t want his toy to be truly sad, now did he, ah?
He slowly pushed it back in, before Dazai’s hole suddenly fluttered and tightened, pushing it deeper in… hmph. Fyodor could also tell dazai was getting a little closer to cumming, and he couldn’t have that. So he forced it out slightly- releasing a pathetic whine from Dazai.
After a while of being denied from an orgasm, Dazai just started full on sobbing, and Fyodor scoffed, grabbing his chin "You pathetic freak. you disgusting whore. do you really believe..that you of all people should get the pleasure of this, after your little ordeal, throwing out my hat, trying to get info without some sort of pay? Oh no. i think not. No no no no.. I think you'd look much better on your knees, begging for it. Don't you agree?" Dazai's eyes widened, and Fyodor smiled wider. "Yes, exactly. on your knees. That'd be beautiful, wouldn't it?" Dazai just looked up now- the poor thing didnt even wanna protest anymore, how adorable. fyodor pulled at his hair, and now Dazai was face to face with his crotch. fyodor ripped out the apple with a loud crack of the apple tearing from Dazais teeth, looking down expectantly. "Well? beg. Now," Dazai prepared himself- fyodor could see him dig his hand in his thigh so he would cry more. "P-Please..im sorry fedya-" a sharp crack rang through the room, echoing off the walls of the bare living room. Fyodor had slapped dazai, leaving a red mark on his cheek. Fyodor immediately made dazai face him again by grabbing his jaw, looking way too excited about it.
"Dont call me Fedya, you cunt. call me Fyodor. i did not give you permission to call me that, did i?" Dazais face fell, yet he started to beg again. "I-Im sorry Fyodor, I won't do it again..please, im begging you Fyodor.." ..silence fell, all except for dazais pathetic attempt at looking innocent and righteous. "for what exactly, hm? what are you begging for? say it. I wont be able to give you what you need unless you tell me, you know." Dazai crumpled more and more. "I-I..I need your touch.. i need.." dazais sentence fell short. he could barely get it out before becoming fully red in the face again.
"such a fragile thing, aren't you? already crumpling yet ive barely started tearing you down." before Fyodor could even tell dazai to continue begging, Dazai was already pleading so prettily. "P-Please fyodor! I need you! i need you inside me-" a choked sob rang out. "I need your cock in me- please..!" There it was- that sweet beg for him... "..there it is. was it that hard? no, i think not..now, be a good puppy and unbutton my pants."
"o-okay.. okay." Dazai composed himself, and unbuttoned Fyodors pants carefully. one button popped at a time, slowly revealing his boxers. he then tugged off fyodors boxers, and promptly got whipped in the face with his hard cock. "Good, good. there we go. doing the work for me, like all puppies should, don't you think?" Fyodor quipped, running his hand through Dazais hair in fake gentleness before gripping at the back of his hair. "come on, relax your throat..i can see how tense you are. it would be quite unenjoyable for you to get your fetch up all over my cock." Fyodor said, looking down at dazai with a blank expression. this expression made dazai think for a moment. Well it only lasted a second before he felt Fyodor tightening his grip again. “Go on- suck.” And so dazai did, not before torturing Fyodor a bit. So what? He deserved a little fun after Fyodor mocked and used him so much. Dazai licked a stripe up Fyodors dick, teasing him just enough to be annoyed but not frustrated. "Stop playing games. suck. or do i have to remind you who is the dog and who is the owner? hm?, hm??" Fyodor spat, holding dazais hair so hard that he thought it would get torn off. Dazais whimpered in pain, and strangled out a beg. "O-Okay! Yes- fine! jeez..-" He whined momentarily, before lapping at it and wrapping his lips around Fyodors cock. He shakily bobbed lower onto his cock, gagging slightly- he hadnt taken one such as big as this before, so he wasnt used to it..like at all. he moved back and forth, eliciting a few moans from Fyodor, who was more than blissed out...