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After chuuya was done with Dazai he was shaking, trembling, and on the verge of crying for maybe the third time in the past five hours...
Chuuya adjusted his hat which was close to falling off his head, for a moment looking at dazais clothes that were strewn against the floor, he dropped the silver chain onto the nightstand with a soft, metallic clatter. As he climbed onto the mattress, the heavy leather of his jacket shifted quietly against the silk sheets. He shifted his weight, moving deliberately and slowly so he dosen't startle dazai.
"Hey," Chuuya said softly, reaching out. His hand was still red and hot from the strikes so Dazai probably had it worse, his hand slid gently under Dazai’s jaw, tipping his face up away from the pillow. "Look at me, Shitty Dazai."
Dazai’s dark brown eyes were glossy, wide, and heavily rimmed with red. He looked up at Chuuya through wet lashes, his lower lip trembling slightly. There was no defiance left in him, only a raw, vulnerable compliance. "Chibi.." he breathed, his voice barely a whisper, cracked and dry from crying out.
"I'm here," Chuuya replied as his thumb brushed over Dazai’s cheekbone, wiping away a fresh bead of sweat mixed with a tear.
Chuuya reached behind Dazai's neck, his fingers searching for the heavy lock of the leather collar. With a soft click, he detached the heavy silver chain completely, setting it aside. He didn't want to take the collar off, maybe just loosen it a little, but he knew Dazai had very soft and sensitive skin. He took off the collar and placed it on the nightstand next to the chain.
"Can you breathe properly now?" Chuuya asked, his voice still heavy.
Dazai nodded weakly, letting out a long, shaky sigh as the tight pressure against his trachea eased. "Mhm..."
"You're a mess," Chuuya muttered, though there was no heat in it. He began to peel off his black leather gloves, tossing them onto the floor. His bare hands were cool against Dazai’s overheated, flushed skin.
Dazai didn't respond...just kept his eyes closed, sprawled over the bed, his brunette hair tangled with knots in them... he was exhausted, he really needed to rest, but the pain... it was unbearable and suffocating... his limbs felt like lead, he couldn't move an inch of his body, let alone get up and take a shower which he knew he really needed at the moment as he was drenched in tears, sweat and another whitish substance..
"Everything hurts..."
Chuuya spoke as he shifted his position, sitting cross legged on the bed..."I know, it's supposed to."
"You were so mean...and rough...," it was evident Dazai was looking for some sort of comfort..
"No mackerel, You're not going to sit there and act like a martyr. You know exactly what you did, you tried to test me, tease me, and push me on the verge of my anger, and you were simply punished for it. Bad behaviour is not at all rewarded. You pushed me too far tonight, Dazai. You played with fire, and you got burned," Chuuya spoke as his voice was gentle but still firm and laced with authority at the same time.
Dazai opened his eyes, he couldn't bring himself to look up at chuuya, he eyes looking down towards the red heads black jeans..."Is chuuya still mad at me?," he spoke, finally looking up at the redhead with those big, glassy, wide eyes of his.
Chuuya sighed and gently hooked his hands underneath Dazai’s arms, pulling his body into his lap. Dazai didn't resist... he let himself be handled like a ragdoll, his head slumping heavily against the red head's chest, his face burying into the crook of Chuuya's neck. He smelled like sulfur, expensive wine, and the sweet, dizzying musk of a completely overwhelmed succubus, that reached out to weakly grip chuuya's shirt for some support.
With slow, rhythmic motions, Chuuya began to stroke his fingers through Dazai’s dark, messy hair, combing through the tangled strands with his fingers. Dazai let out a tiny, broken whimper, his fingers curling weakly into the fabric of Chuuya's vest, pulling himself even closer until there was no space left between them.
"My skin... it burns," Dazai mumbled against Chuuya's throat, his body twitching slightly as the residual heat from the spanking throbbed painfully.
"Alright...alright..., i'll go bring the first aid kit", chuuya said, getting up as dazai let out a loud whine, "chibi...don't leave me."
It was at this point that chuuya realized Dazai really needed him right now. "shh my love.. just a moment, and i'll be right back, I promise," chuuya cooed, placing dazai down on the bed, and getting up to go get the kit that was neatly placed inside the cupboard in the attached bathroom.
He brought the heavy kit, placing it on the bed with a loud thud, Dazai was still too tired to move, laying in the same position chuuya had left him in, completely helpless. The redhead opened the kit, taking out the cooling ointment of some sort, some gauze, bandages, etc. "Okay mackerel, c'mere," Chuuya sat down beside him and started to tend to his burns by putting a special and knowing chuuya, probably magical, cooling ointment on them, "This is going to feel really cool at first, do NOT touch it just wait for it to dry down a bit," he said as he finished dabbing it on the red spots and burns on the brunettes body. Dazai didn't respond, just grunted everytime the ointment touched his skin.
Chuuya climbed up and laid down on the bed again, turning around to face dazai, "Is it any better..?" he asked, more softly this time.
Dazai sniffled, but nodded, still quivering, "A bit.."
Chuuya shifted forward towards dazai, until they were both very close together, placing a hand on dazai's back, moving it up and down in a soothing motion. "It's okay...It's over now." The brunette brought his head forward, placing it on Chuuya's chest..."Dazai is sorry," he mumbled. Chuuya felt a little bad, not that he was ever going to admit it, He hated seeing Dazai in pain, even if it was pain he had inflicted himself to protect him from the rest of the world. "Look at me, Dazai. Raise your head for me, please." And so dazai did, "I only lost my mind because the thought of anyone else touching you makes me want to burn this whole kingdom to the ground. But you're safe now. No one is ever going to hurt you, you know that right?."
Dazai nodded in response as they cuddled together a bit longer, "Do you want me to go run a bath for you?," chuuya asked him, "with bubbles please?" Chuuya chuckled, "Okay my love, a bath with bubbles it is."
"Stay right here," Chuuya whispered, pressing one last kiss to the crown of Dazai's head before sliding out from under the heavy velvet blankets.
Dazai let out another faint, pathetic whine at the sudden loss of warmth, But Chuuya was already moving across the dark room, pushing open the heavy hidden door that led into his private bathing chamber.
Inside, the bath was a massive pool carved directly into the black volcanic stone, Chuuya turned the heavy brass taps, and the sound of rushing, steaming water immediately filled the quiet room.
When the pool was full, Chuuya walked back into the bedroom. He didn't say a word, just approached the bed and gently peeled back the blankets. Dazai looked up through heavy, sleepy eyelids as Chuuya slipped his arms underneath his knees and back, lifting him effortlessly into a bridal carry.
Dazai’s head automatically fell against Chuuya’s shoulder, his arms looping weakly around Chuuya's neck.
"I made it hot," Chuuya murmured, carrying the sleepy brunette into the mist filled bathroom. "It’s going to help with the soreness," The redhead kissed dazai's cheek, ugh, he was irresistible like this...all helpless and sleepy, he thought as he slowly lowered Dazai into the steaming depth.
The moment Dazai’s bruised, aching skin met the hot water, a sharp gasp caught in his throat, his fingers tightening painfully around Chuuya's shoulders. The heat was intense, pushing deeply into the tight, strained muscles of his thighs and lower back.
"I know, I know. Just breathe through it," Chuuya cooed softly, pulling Dazai back against his chest, keeping him afloat, as they both sat down in the big stone carved bathtub. "Let it work, Dazai."
"You're a spoiled brat, you know that?" Chuuya muttered softly, though there was nothing but affection in his voice as he used his fingers to comb through Dazai's wet, dark hair, washing the palace smoke out of the curls.
Dazai let out a tiny, soft chuckle, his eyes completely closed as he melted into the water and the solid weight of the man holding him. "Your spoiled brat," he mumbled drowsily.
"Yeah," Chuuya whispered, pressing his lips to Dazai’s wet shoulder, "Mine."
"I like the bubbles...", The wide eyed brunette muttered, "I know, that's why I added some extra bubble solution," chuuya chuckled.
"You're getting your clothes wet chuuya..."
"Yeah, I don't give a damn."
After getting out of the bath.
Chuuya stripped out of his own wet trousers, tossed them onto a chair, and climbed into the bed beside him. The moment Chuuya settled down, Dazai immediately shifted over. He tucked his head directly under Chuuya’s chin and rested one arm across Chuuya's chest, holding onto him tightly.
Chuuya wrapped his arms around Dazai, placing gentle, slow, soft kisses all over his body.
"Still hurt?" Chuuya asked quietly.
"No," Dazai murmured, his voice muffled against Chuuya's chest. "Just warm."
"Good. Go to sleep."
Dazai let out a long, slow sigh, his breathing matching Chuuya's steady heartbeat.
"I love you mackerel."
"I love you too chibi," he replied in a soft, sleepy voice.
With Chuuya holding him tight, Dazai finally closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.