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In recent weeks, him and Chuuya had been getting rather close. In all honesty, he was completely stumped on how to handle it, he was normally so prepared, so put together, that was his job (or a very important part of it) … so why couldn’t he do it around Chuuya?
Here he was, in his partner’s apartment, on his sofa that he kissed the other on last night. Chuuya had said ‘i love you’ to him but he couldn’t bring himself to say it back, i mean did he even know what love means? How it feels and most importantly what to do about it? Having a plan was his thing, his part in their partnership, it was what he was known for in the mafia among the other executives.
The Chibi was off on a mission he was meant to be going on with Akutagawa, but somehow just by looking at him the other in the morning, Chuuya knew he wasn’t up to it.
Despite being easily made angry, Chuuya didn’t hold the lack of response last night against him, in fact it seemed as if he expected it?! It all felt too foreign, too weird, too intimate.
He was trained to never let anyone to close to him, Mori has drilled it into hiss brain from day one, on the off chance they had been a spy all along, secretly digging for information. As a closed off person already, barriers as high as the Tokyo sky tree, this came to him easily, it gave him a sense of security too, this (whatever was going on with him and Chuuya) made him feel to exposed, as if someone may attack at any second.
Stretching his arm out to the coffee table, where his phone rested, lightly tapping on it, the time read:
7:46pm
10:45 was when Chuuya has left, he had been thinking about this all day, only getting dressed out of his comfortable PJs because of Chuuya’s persistence on the matter.
Speaking of, he should be back any minute now, really he should’ve come home, back to him, earlier.
He shook that thought away, the way it made him feel was… odd. He didn’t know what it was, but a rush of something, maybe adrenaline consumed him for a moment, why? Due to fear, or excitement..? No.
He needed to distract his mind away from the boy but how, how could he even bear to do such a thing, was it even possible for one to do?
Chuuya was the type of person to consume your every thought, with his stupidly beautiful eyes, one a deep blue that shone in the sun full of emotion and the other brown, like Dazai’s as if he always had a piece of him with the other at all times, both decorated with long golden eyelashes that he had caught himself studying one too many times.
With hair so soft it must have been made by the gods themself, always falling and then resting on his face so delicately all he could think of was to keep Chuuya to himself, to protect him from the harsh reality of the world. He was too soft, too bright and too kind for such a place, honestly Dazai didn’t even know how he was here, in the mafia as /his/ partner..
The door creaked open, light from the corridor spilling into the room. It was like a stupid metaphor, Chuuya lighting up the very room he was in as soon as he entered, how cheesy.
He made Dazai realise he was sitting in a dark room all day, how did he not notice, was he really that occupied by the measly thought of the other?
“Are you seriously still on the sofa?” A tinge of worry tinted Chuuya’s voice. Disgusting.
“What if i have?” He replied as his partner shut the door, but turning on the room’s main light to avoid plunging them right back into darkness.
“You stink, seriously.”
“Hmm, maybe Chibi should have a bath with me?”
Shit. Why would he say that?
The ginger rolled his eyes but Dazai didn’t miss the pink his cheeks turned at the comment.
(( “Please, Osamu! More!” Chuuya produced a pleasured sighed into his ear.
All Dazai could do was carry on kissing the boy, he couldn’t fathom how they never did this before, how did he have the restraint all this time?
The boy on his lap looked ethereal, hair stuck on this face with sweat, shyly looking down upon him, face red with heat, beauty he knew only Chuuya had.))
“I mean, we could both use one.” He reasoned, ignoring the growing picture of last night in his mind.
Standing up off of the sofa which consumed his day, he couldn’t resist chuuya now he has had a taste, he almost ran to him, mushing their faces together in a messy kiss.
To his shock, expecting the other to reject him, Chuuya wrapped his arms around his neck pressing himself closer to Dazai.
In return, his arms found their place round the waist he had practically worshiped the night before, pushing them both against the nearest wall.
Their mouths moved together in sync, one night is all it took for them to know each other inside and out (literally). The noises his partner was making just added to the fog in his mind, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even hear or see his surroundings, the demon prodigy reduced to nothing by one single sound from Chuuya. Oh, how pathetic he was, he spent all day wallowing in despair at the realisation but now all he could think off was how much he wanted Chuuya to absolutely wreck and destroy his mind they way no one else could bit by bit.
What was the point of every other human on earth when this universe was so obviously made and crafted especially for the ginger haired boy, who everyone and everything (yes, even animals. He was like fucking Snow White.) couldn’t take their eyes off of, why would they want to anyway when his beauty was as blinding as one thousand suns.
In this very moment, he swore to himself he would never let anyone hurt, let alone touch, /his/ Chuuya, /his/ partner, /his/ soulmate. He had a gun and was far from afraid to use it.
His heart dropped down to hell when the boy he was practically devouring shoved him back slightly.
“Da—“ he panted, “Dazai, fuck- i couldn’t breathe you bastard! Were you trying to eat me?!”
He wouldn’t mind it, if Chuuya wanted him too he would in a heartbeat.
His head collapsed into the other’s shoulder. His ability really was fitting, he really did always gravitate back to Chuuya.
The hands which were on his neck traveled up to his hair, tugging so gently at it, compared to his normal behaviour he could hardly believe this was his partner in crime, the fearsome ability user who could kill anyone in his path.
“What’s wrong.” He could hear the frown in the ginger’s voice.
“Nothing.. but you also stink.”
“Tch, at least i have an excuse I’ve been exercising all day, what have YOU been doing, huh?!”
A small huff sound came from his mouth, without him even knowing.
“Bath?” He looked back up to meet Chuuya’s eyes which instantly became the only thing in the world that mattered to him as soon as he saw a glimpse of them.
The soft pink (and now swollen) lips smiled at him, “come on then.” they said.
— . —
“F-F-FFuckkk-!” Chuuya groaned.
How naive of him to think he’d be able to restrain himself from Chuuya, naked, on his lap, all pretty for him. He was making sure to leave marks over every part of the other’s body, everyone needs to know he belonged to him and just him.
The soft, sensitive skin on his partners upper thigh were getting truly and utterly abused by his mouth, judging from how hard Chuuya was pushing his head down into his skin, he’d say the other was most definitely enjoying it.
— . —
To Dazai’s dismay, he did not prevent the ginger from remembering what the bath was for, he lost the chance to have Chuuya once more.
He’d work on it another time. He’d never lose his passion for the boy anyhow.
He was sat on the bed he did not own, watching as Chuuya braided his hair ‘to prevent knots’ he claimed. It didn’t matter as long as the other returned to his arms once again after, both of their limbs intertwined.
Chuuya settled in the other side of the bed, “Dazai, come on, don’t you want to come to bed with me?” He teased, trying to get a reaction out of him, a usually impossible feat but it was Chuuya after all, he could do anything he wanted to Dazai’s mind.
Once he had too settled into the bed, the mattress generously taking his weight unlike the stiff one he had at his “house”, Chuuya kissed his cheek, cupping to gently in his soft hands, that was when he realised how truly hard he was blushing, the cold hand of Chuuya who normally ran hot was an embarrassing contrast to his hot face which most likely could boil a pot of water just by merely touching his face.
The amusement on his partners face was obvious, frustratingly so. He knew the effect he had on him completely yet Dazai was left to scramble for hours to figure out what was happening to him.
“Don’t be grumpy, mackerel.”
Their lips connected again, for the second time in one hour, initiated by chuuya instead of himself, what a small change to most but monumental one to him.
He flipped himself on-top of the shorter, who was clearly starting to regret his choice but also had the same hunger to him, once Dazai had his eye on something he wouldn’t stop until he got it,
Yet, he stoped, leaving Chuuya utterly confused.
“Chuuya?”
“Yeah?”
“I think i love you..”
“Hmm, really? That’s funny cause i know you do you absolute idiot.”
He collapsed dramatically onto his partners chest at that comment.
“Don’t be mean, silly slug.”