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“Chuuya~”
A brunette hums in a high pitch tone from the ginger's living room. Chuuya had just gotten back from a mission where it had gone… unexpected. Much to say he was now covered in blood which wasn’t his own. Blood was not something he minded, as long as it wasn't on him. Maybe it was something about the smell, or maybe the feeling of the warmth of the crimson liquid on his skin. Either way, Dazai was being a pain in the ass when all he wanted to do was shower and get all the blood soaking in his skin washed away.
“Why the fuck are you in my god damn house you Mackerel!?! Did you pick my lock again because if you did, I will kill you with my own bare hands!” Chuuya practically screamed in anger. Though Dazai seemed to not care much about the yelling, or the fact Chuuya was covered in blood. He just laid lounging on the other man's couch with a smug face lacking any care in the world.
“Well I needed to ask a question.” Dazai's smile, that shit eating grin. It was one most would find to hold pure innocents. Though nothing with Dazai was innocent or sweet. Dazia's smug grin was pulling at Chuuya’s few strings of patience he actually seemed to have for the man. “No.” The ginger hissed. He hadn't even let himself enter his own house completely yet. He already knew this question was going to be complete idiocracy.
“No?” Dazai foraged a small frown. “What do you mean no? You wound me Chuuya! That is no way to treat your master!” Dazai’s hands clenched at his chest like he was trying out to be a dramatic Broadway actor. Very unnecessary and way over the top. The taller man had even pretended to wipe away a very invisible tear from under his left unbandaged eye.
“All of your questions are stupid.”
“I would never ask a stupid question!”
“Really? What about when you asked me if it was possible to survive a washer load? What about how long it would take to suffocate in a washer? What about how many marshmallows were in your bowl of Lucky Charms?”
“Those were legitimate questions!”
“No they weren’t! They're stupid and a complete waste of my time!”
Dazai huffed, pouting on the couch like a toddler who hadn't gotten their daily nap. The red head finally completely entered his house, slipping his work shoes off and tossing them by the door. Of course Dazai didn't have any respect and still had his shoes on.
“Is this question stupid?” Chuuya asks, his voice tight and slightly quiet due to trying to hang on to that last bit of patients. Chuuya moved from the doorway, striding over to stand in front of the taller man, still lumped on the couch.
When Dazai doesn't answer Chuuya's question, that locks in the already clear answer. It was a stupid question. That was something that the shorter man didn't have the energy to deal with.
“Then no you may not ask the question-” Chuuya started to say before Dazai interrupted whining obnoxiously. “Chuuya! PLEASE-”
“Stop being a fucking problem and a menace to society, and leave.”
“That's no way to speak to your master you mutt!” Dazai spoke back, a playful tone in his voice. He put his hands up on the back of his own head using them to make playful dog ears.
“I am not a damn mutt Dazai!” Chuuya bit back, throwing off his bloodied coat and tossing it on the floor by the couch.
Dazai hummed softly. “Though you lost that game at the arcade. You are my dog. For the rest of your life, whether you like it or not.” The taller man stood up, his eyes darkening with the look he seemed to have when he dropped his mask of cheerful innocence. Their bodies are only inches away. “Dazai-”
“Chuuya~ I still have a question!" Dazai’s mask was right up, a pure teasing smile back on his face. “Jesus Christ Dazai! Fine, if you want to ask so bad, what is it?!” Chuuya hissed, shoving Dazai back into the couch with force.
“I need about… 500$”
“What do you need for 500$? Also why do you need my money!?”
“Well I want to buy a Nintendo Switch!”
Chuuya could only just look at Dazai in complete disbelief. “Did you seriously just ask me for money, for a Nintendo Switch…” Chuuya was in both complete disbelief, and extremely upset. Not only did Dazai get paid more than Chuuya, but he only ever spent his money on bandages and very cheap whiskey. He barely even bought food so he had to have plenty of money running around.
“Is that a no?”
“Yes, it's a no! You are paid almost triple of what I make! Go buy that damn switch with your own money!
“Well I want to use your money! It's better!”
“How is my money better than your money!?”
“Because it's yours!”
“Just use your own money! I know you have plenty!”
"But Chuuya-"
“Oh go to hell!” Chuuya fusses before grabbing Dazai’s shirt collar to pull the man to his level. “I want you to leave before I make you leave.” The shorter man hisses, a threat deep in his voice.
“But, if I left, there would be a possibility for me to go the wrong way. End up at Kōyō’s doorstep. I could be… heartbroken… and spill to her that her dear, Chuuya, has kissed me. Had his way with me.” Dazai’s voice had that broken violence. A promise. Their was no way he would snoop that low for a fucking Nintendo Switch- scratch that its Dazai. He would.
Well Kōyō didn't need to know the information Dazai was threatening to spill. She would kill Chuuya if she found out. Hopefully that had just been a blank threat on her end, but with her you never really know. Dazai and his damn manipulation. Even though Chuuya knew that he was being both blackmailed and manipulated, he couldn't take the risk of Kōyō finding out
The whole thing had been just an accident. Chuuya and Dazai had gone to Lupin’s Bar, the one Dazai seemed to love so much.They had both gotten a little too drunk and a little too stupid to actually have thought their actions through. One thing had led to another and they had woken up in Chuuya's bed. He had just made it to see Dazai out the door. Obviously Dazai had wanted to take the take, leave, and forget route, but that didn't happen. If Chuuya hadn’t woken up and saw Dazai leave, he wouldn't have had a clue who he had ended up sleeping with that night.
Maybe it was because Dazai seemed to have a whole profession of getting into people's pants. Maybe that was what ticked off the ginger so much about that whole night. That hadn’t been Dazai's first time, not his first time sleeping with someone, not his first time leaving them before they had even a chance to wake up from the hook up.
It all didn't matter, or at least it hadn't before Dazai had so horribly reminded Chuuya of that whole night over a game console. Chuuya knew this was a fight he wasn’t going to win. Why? Because Dazai had very little shame, if any. This whole argument prolonged the shower in which Chuuya was so desperate to be under. The blood was definitely cold on Chuuya’s skin if it hadn’t been already.
Chuuya fishes for his wallet and gets the money Dazai had wanted. When he thrusted the cash into Dazai’s hand he had expected Dazai to smile and leave. Dazai had obviously wanted that game system so badly that he was willing to blackmail Chuuya. So why wasn’t Dazai leaving?
All Dazai could do was stare at the smaller man red with anger and probably embarrassment. It was cute. So… human. It also reminded him of that hook up with Chuuya. Well Dazai had known that the whole hookup hadn’t been an accident. Even if his work partner wasn’t as aware. It had just been an impulse of Dazai’s. Dazai had always had hookups with work partners. Though it had taken getting Chuuya drunk to achieve. It had been so wonderful to see how Chuuya had been so dominating. It had been interesting to see the dynamics flip in their partnerships
Dazai had also expected to have to push a bit harder for the money, so having the money in his own cold hands after just one threat was almost surprising. Almost. Dazai had seen how tense Chuuya had been since he had arrived. How his skin was painted with blood, the only place spared from the deep color was his damned hair. Probably got protected by his stupid hat he always wore.
Chuuya did seem relatively irritated; it made sense. He was given a long solo mission. So no doubt that the ginger was tired. Though Dazai wasn't going to leave without a bit of teasing. That would be boring. Dazai Stood up again hovering over Chuuya. What Chuuya received was a small peck on his forehead and Dazai was out the door without a single word. Chuuya's money in hand.
All Chuuya could do was stand completely still. He didn't know when but he yelled “WHAT THE FUCK?!”