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Chuuya sighed as he trekked down the hallway. He received a message from Dazai to come visit him at his work office inside of the Port Mafia headquarters. He wondered what could have been bothering that string bean now. They had finished a mission yesterday together, so Chuuya had been planning to rest for the day. But he couldn’t ignore Dazai’s texts.
That lazy asshole had a bad habit of getting himself stuck under fifty feet of paperstacks or passing out because he forgot to eat, causing Chuuya to lose his marbles over his carelessness. Chuuya swore if he didn’t check up on that lazy guy, then he might actually not wake up. And that scared him more than anything. Not after everything they had been through. For him, Dazai was his one, steady rock that anchored him in reality, reassuring him that he was alive and not simply living through the motions.
“Chuuya, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Kouyou, his senior who he greatly respected and basically taught him the ropes of life after joining the Port Mafia, stopped in front of him, as she passed by him down the hallway.
“Ane-san. I have some paperwork to turn in.” Chuuya fibbed about it.
He couldn’t tell Kouyou or else he would never hear the end of her teasing as to how much he worried about Dazai. Not that he was particularly embarrassed about it, but he also was reluctant to feed a certain someone’s ego. Bah! Why was he overthinking this shit? Anyways, what was wrong with caring about Dazai? Weren’t they partners after all? Why did he need to justify himself?
“Is that so? Good job on the mission yesterday. Make sure to get plenty of rest.” Kouyou lightly laughed at Chuuya’s stiff facial expression. She could tell right away why Chuuya was really here. Only around Dazai did Chuuya’s eyes sparkle with lively perkiness and glimmer with desire.
“One moment, Chuuya.” Kouyou took out a small, portable comb she carried with her everywhere.
“Ane-san?” Chuuya blinked his eyes in confusion.
Kouyou softly giggled, then reached out to carefully comb Chuuya’s lovelock. The moment she stepped closer to Chuuya, she warmly smiled as she caught a whiff of the citrus scented shampoo Chuuya used to give his already beautiful hair a lustrous glow. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought Chuuya was going on a special date with someone else. But she was well aware that Chuuya didn’t dress up just for anyone. There was only one person his heart pined for. She knew very well because she practically raised Chuuya, who was a little scruffy teenager when he first joined the Port Mafia.
“A-ane-san?” Chuuya blinked several times, puzzled.
“You had a few knots in your hair. You don’t want to appear so messy in front of Dazai-kun, do you?” Kouyou covered her mouth as she slyly smiled.
“W-wha- I- I’m fine. Thank you.” Chuuya stammered, caught off guard by her observant statement, then immediately cleared his throat.
Shit. He could never hide anything from her. He appreciated Kouyou’s thoughtfulness, as she looked out for him like a big sister. She often consoled him and gave him advice whenever he was feeling particularly lonely or frustrated. She was a comforting presence to have around when he had no one else to turn to.
“Have a good time.” Kouyou put her comb away, encouraging her cute protege.
Chuuya fiercely blushed at her implications. What the heck?! He wasn’t even visiting Dazai for any reasons she was presuming! Dazai and he didn’t even have a relationship like that!
“S-s-see you later.” Chuuya swerved around and strutted off before Kouyou could poke fun at him any further.
When it came to Dazai, Chuuya’s heart palpitated uneasily as though his entire body would burst into flames and incinerate into ashes. He had initially been skeptical about that asswipe because they were on opposing sides. But somehow, they automatically gelled without exchanging many words, even holding hands and defeating their enemies with ease. That sense of harmony had Chuuya’s heart dancing like a ballerina.
Argh. Why was he so easily swayed by that lanky mummy? With anyone else, he was steadfast, but around Dazai… He was frustrated at his own inability to control his own rampant, haywire emotions. Damn mackerel.
“Dazai. It’s me, Chuuya.” He knocked on Dazai’s office door.
He sarcastically conjured up an image of Dazai having fallen asleep, buried underneath a mountain of papers. It wouldn’t have been the first time that Chuuya caught Dazai snoozing. Sometimes, he would catch Dazai dozing off outside of the shipping container where he resided, surrounded by a bunch of stray cats. In moments like those, Dazai was completely defenseless and… well, handsomely charming. Too bad Dazai always immediately woke up, not allowing Chuuya to be close to him for even a moment. Chuuya would have loved that. To brush some of Dazai’s hair aside and sidle up to him to give him some warmth. To simply feel Dazai. But their relationship… Chuuya depressingly grimaced at the thought.
Chuuya’s mind was dragged back to reality when he heard some rustling and banging with what sounded like items falling onto the floor, as if Dazai had jolted awake. Chuuya snorted with a small smile, imagining how disheveled Dazai must have looked being awoken from his slumber. Did Dazai just wake up?
Chuuya wryly smiled, as a simultaneous suffocating pang struck his chest. Unfortunately, he could never actually sit by Dazai’s bedside or lay down next to him, admiring his handsome sleeping face. That was only a fickle wish of his.
Dazai had been in the middle of prepping for his ingenious plan when Chuuya signaled his arrival with the knock on the door. He almost tripped over random objects and slammed into his desk, causing miscellaneous objects to tumble onto the ground. Dazai disappointedly sighed at the mess, as he gently rubbed the side of his leg. Shit. How did he get so careless with his footing? Fuck it. He couldn’t be bothered to check on it now. Right now, all he wanted was for Chuuya to step inside and show his face, as it would seal his fate.
He double checked everything was in place before going to greet Chuuya. He had set up the office in a nice cozy atmosphere with a little more excitement than he cared to consciously admit. Even though he had just seen Chuuya yesterday for work, Dazai already longed for Chuuya’s bodily presence once more. Why did they ever have to part?
Chuuya, worried that Dazai might have stumbled and banged his head, immediately said, “I’m coming in.”
Without letting Dazai to respond, Dazai heard Chuuya open the door, and he swerved his head over, spotting Chuuya’s beautiful figure before his very eyes. Dazai’s heart skipped a beat as he took note of Chuuya’s slender frame with those proud, shimmering blue eyes that stared straight at him, taking his breath away. Every time Chuuya stepped into the room, he exuded an air of elegant confidence that swayed along with those teasingly thin, powerful hips and those graceful legs that could crush boulders with a simple kick of his shiny, polished black mules.
“You made it, chibi.” Dazai narrowed his eyes with glee, depicting none of the racing thoughts that swirled in his mind.
Well, of course he did! Dazai was the one who messaged him. A pink tint spread across Chuuya’s cheeks. “How could I ignore your message?”
Dazai chuckled at Chuuya’s shy remark. He was touched by the chibi’s adorable response. It wasn’t as if Dazai showered Chuuya with heartwarming touches or sentimental, cheesy words. It simply wasn’t in his character, and yet, he was tempted to pinch those cheeks and teasingly kiss it. Would Chuuya slap his hands away and punch him in the face if he did?
Chuuya then noticed the dimmed lights, the closed windowblinds, and the scented, lit up candles situated around the room. What the heck? Since when did Dazai become a fan of homey settings? The guy lived in a shipping container and didn’t care much for materialistic items.
“What is this? You needed a therapy session?” Chuuya completely misunderstood, not realizing Dazai’s underlying nefarious intentions.
Instead of answering, Dazai casually stepped forward, lowly chuckling, and he reached out to grip onto Chuuya’s chin. He lifted it up, so he could better study those evenly shaped pink lips and those soft orange brows that were exquisitely furrowed. He reached over and gently threaded the tips of his fingers through the strands of Chuuya’s bewitching red hair. He didn’t even need to scoot closer to inhale that tantalizing citrus scent that wafted from Chuuya. Dazai learned early on that Chuuya would use this particular shampoo brand and scent whenever it was only the two of them. Around others and in public meetings, Chuuya stuck with that clean, musky cologne, which Dazai didn’t dislike. But the fact Chuuya made an exception for him… it oddly touched his heart.
Chuuya stiffened as Dazai stared at him with that longing, weary eye and weaved his fingers in between his hair strands. In quiet moments like these, Chuuya would catch Dazai’s forlorn expression that appeared as though it had very little to live for. The lack of vivacity carved out in that captivating eye agonized his heart. Even if Dazai only ever viewed him as a friend or only as a partner, Chuuya wouldn’t hesitate to reach out to Dazai. For Dazai was his sole, shining star in this otherwise dreadful, murky society.
“Dazai, I’m always here for you and on your side. No matter what anyone else says.” Chuuya reassured him, hoping to ease Dazai’s melancholy mood. He hoped nothing terrible happened to Dazai after they parted ways last night.
Dazai shifted his eye upward at Chuuya whose stalwart eyes were pinned on him. His heart thumped harder against his chest, as he watched Chuuya move his lips. Chuuya worried so much for him. That sentiment alone fostered an intense urge within Dazai to press Chuuya against him and smother him with vicious kisses, never releasing him from his grasp. His heart spun wildly as an intangible force gripped a hold of his body at the mere thought alone.
He never acted on his sexual desires that would brew within his soul whenever they were together. Instead, he teased and flirted with Chuuya, but covered it up by calling him all kinds of names and insults. And sometimes, he would brush against Chuuya’s hand or arm with his own, and that would spike his sugar levels, making his heart race at the speed of light. The petty name-calling and the ephemeral touches were enough to assuage his feverish longings for this particular chibi that had invaded his life.
But more recently, he had been having particularly wet dreams of Chuuya wearing nothing but sexy lingerie and obediently purring his name. At times, Dazai’s dick hardened, making him uncomfortably tight, and he had to dash to the bathroom to masturbate himself, pathetically moaning at the image of Chuuya seductively batting his eyelashes at him. It was the worst yesterday when Chuuya had launched himself on top of him to dodge the enemy’s attack. For only a moment, Dazai soaked in the shape and feel of Chuuya’s body, but that few seconds was enough to stoke the festering flames of fervor. Ever since then and all last night, he had been unable to stop himself from fantasizing about how it would be to have all of Chuuya, every centimeter of this beautiful man, all for himself.
Dazai exhaled as his body shivered. If he could, he would slam Chuuya into the wall and slide his own already half-hardened length against that tantalizing crotch. Ahhh, could he take Chuuya right here, right now? Such penetrating lascivious, greedy thoughts raged inside of him like a hailstorm, prickling his veins.
“Chuuya… You smell delicious.” Dazai spoke in a soft, hushed tone, causing Chuuya to stiffen.
“Da-dazai?” Chuuya spat out a stutter with a hay dryness lodged in his throat. He was caught off guard, as he wasn’t expecting that to be Dazai’s response. Then again, Dazai was like a wild card; unpredictable and constantly threw one in for a loop. “What…”
His mouth moved, but his brain was distracted, watching Dazai’s tongue slowly outlining his lips like he was eating ice cream, except… the ice cream was him. Chuuya should have pulled his eyes away from those dangerous lips, but against his better judgment, he helplessly kept his field of vision glued onto it.
Chuuya had entertained the thought of kissing Dazai’s luscious lips and perhaps even tearing off those bandages to sink his teeth in that appealing, soft skin. But he never dared to voice it out loud. Their relationship was… complicated. They were definitely partners who shared good feelings between each other. But Chuuya, while he viewed Dazai as something more than a trusted companion, was never quite sure whether Dazai saw their relationship as anything more.
He also didn’t have the courage to bring it up because he couldn’t bear to lose Dazai after many of his close friends had succumbed to the horrible and irreversible fate of death. Thus, he sewed his mouth shut, only wishing to be next to Dazai. If he could be with him, then he would never say a word. Even if his heart would forever be chained in silent, eternal anguish.
“Do you remember? We made a bet on yesterday’s mission. Who would make it to the end goal first?” Dazai traced his thumb over Chuuya’s slightly parted lips that were a bit chapped. He couldn’t wait until it was smooth, and he could hear those luscious, lewd sounds escaping from these most desired strawberry lips.
Chuuya recalled that flippant statement from Dazai, but he wrote it off more as one of their usual joking bickerings that they usually exchanged. His mind raced to formulate a response, but Dazai teasing him with the pad of his thumb on his ticklish skin rendered his brain useless. His blood raced at the greedy gleam that sparkled in Dazai’s suave brown, chocolate eye.
He hesitantly squeaked, hating how his voice faltered, “It wasn’t an o-o-official one or anything… was it?”
Technically, Chuuya wasn’t wrong. But Dazai didn’t care. He would utilize it as leverage in which Chuuya couldn’t escape from. Today, he wouldn’t let Chuuya squirm his way out from underneath him.
“You lost.” Dazai took a few steps forward, forcing Chuuya to take several steps back until he bumped into the wall.
Chuuya softly returned Dazai’s slightly hardened gaze with doe eyes as he anxiously swallowed in uneven breaths. If he wasn’t careful, he might lose his sense of self and surrender himself over to Dazai without any resistance, especially with the way Dazai propped his arm over Chuuya’s head, hovering over him and peering down at him.
“I… did?” Chuuya’s mouth moved even though it wasn’t what he meant to say.
Fuck. He wasn’t acting like himself. He was sucked into that hypnotizing impish stare of Dazai’s. A single sweat rolled down Chuuya’s temple, as Dazai’s lips turned upwards into a devious smile. Despite how he howled and growled at Dazai’s impudence, the truth was… he loved the whacky, out-of-pocket situations he found himself in with Dazai. Around others, he had no care for it. But with Dazai. Fuck… He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was addicted to that deadly madness. To Dazai’s infectious poison. Would he finally get to experience the fiery insanity underneath that deceivingly lazy, lackadaisical smile?
Instead of answering Chuuya, an almost maniacal yet lighthearted laugh rumbled from Dazai’s throat. Chuuya was trying his best to remain tough like he did on their missions. But it was obvious that the chibi was anxious and nervous as hell. Dazai regaled such a sight with mirthful joy. Using his other free hand, he trailed his fingers down Chuuya’s cheeks, lips, and his exposed neck in which Chuuya never took off that signature black choker. The very choker he had bestowed upon Chuuya. A symbol of their unbreakable partnership. Today, Dazai would take it a step farther. He would imprint himself all over Chuuya.
Chuuya’s eyes fluttered at the feathery, titillating sensation that had him squirming a bit. F-fuck… Dazai hadn’t even kissed him anywhere on his body, and he was already fucking… hard!
“You did.” Dazai chuckled in a sing-song voice. “That means you have to listen to your master.”
The words rolled off of Dazai’s tongue like syrupy honey that clung onto one’s skin. Master? Chuuya opened his mouth in protest, but no sounds were coming out of his vocal chords. What the hell?! He was too goddamn turned on to push away Dazai or refute his advances.
“So what?” Chuuya said instead in an effort to retain his sanity.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out where they would end up. But he couldn’t give in so easily. Not when this would be the first time they would participate in this carnal exchange with each other. He should have scoffed and asked Dazai about the status of their relationship. But he only patiently waited for Dazai to lather him in affection and grant him the very touches he had sought this whole time. He was being the world’s biggest fool, letting Dazai string him along. But, at this moment, he also didn’t care. He wanted it. He wanted Dazai.
Dazai blithely leaned in, breathing onto Chuuya as their lips brushed up against each other. “Be my maid and serve me. Your master.”
“...You’re gonna make me dress up?” Chuuya guessed, knowing that when Dazai had his eyes on the prize, he wasn’t going to let up until he achieved absolute victory.
“You know your master so well.” Dazai briefly licked Chuuya’s lips, giving him only a cruel tease of what he could experience.
Chuuya frowned at Dazai, playing with him. Fuck! Fine. If Dazai was going to play this game, then he would gladly take part in it. He would make Dazai regret his actions and have this bastard cumming. He didn’t care if he sounded vulgar or dirty. Dazai was the one who started it first.
“What kind of maid would I be if I didn’t know his master’s desires well?” Chuuya purposely reached up, gingerly holding onto Dazai’s cheeks.
Dazai didn’t expect Chuuya to ease into the roleplaying that quickly. Huh. So, Chuuya would give him a challenge. Just the way he liked it. After all, he admired the blazing fire within Chuuya’s bold, audacious personality. Dazai would receive the chance to stir those sparks of ember and burn himself within Chuuya’s scalding fierce arms.
A shaky breath leaked out of Dazai’s mouth while his insides roiled with overwhelming heat, throbbing deep inside of him. Damn. Chuuya hadn’t even worn the damn outfit, and Dazai was already itching to feel up Chuuya’s tight ass and implant his teeth into that smooth, soft skin.
“And just where is my uniform, master?” Chuuya sweetly smiled, raising his tone an octave higher on purpose.
Dazai was reluctant to let go of Chuuya who looked and sounded so cute. His mouth watered at the tempestuous sight. If he had no restraint, he would have ripped off everything and ate Chuuya up, enjoying every part of that delectable body. But no. He had to rein himself in. If he already caved in to his desires, then he would be the loser of this battle. He couldn’t.
“Where else would it be?” Dazai cheekily smirked.
“I won’t take long then… master.” Chuuya delicately patted Dazai’s cheek, then coyly ducked underneath, escaping Dazai’s grasp.
He must have been fucking crazy to go along with Dazai’s fantasies. To act like something he didn’t recognize. Was he that desperate for Dazai’s touches? Fuck. He was. And he craved for more of it; of that treacherous, fatal seduction.
He also couldn’t deny that he felt triumphant when he saw Dazai salivating over him. It was the first time Dazai had ever ogled at him with sexual affection and interest. This would be fun.
Dazai watched as Chuuya escaped into the bathroom. He licked his heated fingertips before he rubbed it against his own bandaged neck. He hastily tore off that bandage, exposing his own fragile skin. In preparation for today, he made sure to wrap himself in less bandages. But he kept some on, excited for Chuuya to undo it for him if he had the chance. He tossed off his own black suit jacket onto the couch, leaving only his white dress shirt and his black tie, which Dazai loosened. As he moved, he grunted and chuckled. Because they had flirted and seduced each other just a moment ago, his pants were tighter than before.
Dazai wasn’t sure if he would be content playing with Chuuya some more or if he would dive straight in for the kill. He was famished, and he had already waited for so long. He hoped Chuuya was prepared.
After what felt like forever, Chuuya stared at his own reflection in the mirror, flabbergasted. He studied the black, sheer upper top, which accentuated his waist, and the frilly skirt he had to wear, which had a cute little white apron on top. Why did this skirt have so many goddamn layers of ruffles underneath? It didn’t help that he had to wear fishnet stockings that squeezed at his thighs with a small black bow adorning the hem. He also had a matching pair of fishnet gloves and was given black kitty heels to wear.
He made sure, absolutely sure, that he smoothed out his hair, laying it flat on his left shoulder, so it glimmered. He then slipped on the white headband, which confused Chuuya. Why did maids wear this? Did it actually serve any purpose? As his eyes wandered around the bathroom, Chuuya conveniently spotted a dark blue makeup bag. Hm. Almost as if Dazai anticipated that he would go the extra step. Stupid mackerel. Always reading through his intentions.
People called Dazai the Demon Prodigy, painting him in an intimidating light. Chuuya had no particular feelings about the name itself. He viewed Dazai more like a carefree cat, as he so dared to describe his partner. Yes, he was cunning and could cruelly slice up his enemies in a heartbeat without any compunctions, but underneath, Dazai was a lonely guy who radiated handsomely even when drenched in crimson blood. Even then, Chuuya found him stunningly enthralling. He wouldn’t let anyone, not a single soul, lay a finger on Dazai. Or else he wouldn’t hesitate to crush his enemies’ skulls. Only he was allowed to touch Dazai.
Chuuya spent the extra time drawing eyeliner and mascara around his eyes before spreading bright orange eyeshadow. He then applied glittering orange lip gloss that was citrus flavored as well before smacking his lips together. He only knew how to do this embarrassing shit because of undercover missions, which sometimes required him to dress up as a woman, and, of course, it was Kouyou who taught him. He silently thanked her, as it was now coming in handy. He was ready.
Dazai paced around the office, unable to sit down, not straying far from his work desk. He was restless, as his legs were jittery. He couldn’t calm down his beating heart and his increasing adrenaline that coursed through his body. The wait was killing him. How long did Chuuya plan on taking?
“Master, it’s me, your maid, at your service.” Dazai’s ears twitched when he heard the door open and a familiar voice echoed across the room.
Dazai swerved around, breaking away from his thoughts, and was about to approach Chuuya, but he completely stopped in his tracks. He carefully examined Chuuya’s dazzling appearance, as the maid dress perfectly hugged his hips. Those sexy stockings, which teased him with those finely shaped legs, squeezed at those juicy thighs.
Fuck. It looked even better than Dazai imagined. Chuuya looked so… so… damn hot…
“Is it to your liking, master?” Chuuya curtseyed a little, showing ‘respect’ since Dazai was the master in the roles they took on.
“You’re absolutely ravishing and sexy. I want to have you. Now.” Dazai didn’t hesitate to wait and picked up Chuuya, carrying him bridal style.
“Master!” Chuuya shrieked, as he was forced to wrap his arms around Dazai’s neck.
Chuuya blushed at being placed in this compromising position. In this moment, though, he could feel Dazai’s strong muscles and impressive arm strength encompass him. He sometimes forgot because of how often Dazai slacked off, but Dazai, when he chose to be, was like a shining knight in armor. Even a gallant prince. Fuck! Since when did their roles become like this?!
“Ah! M-master! What is this?!” Chuuya gasped, choking a bit on his own air, as he was roughly thrown against the edge of Dazai’s grand desk, where there were usually mountains of files, relating to work. But none of that mattered. Dazai swiped it all off his desk, laying down the upper half of Chuuya’s body on the table, even resting his bottoms on the table for easier access. This was the perfect position for Dazai to feast his eyes on this delectable beauty.
Fuck! Dazai could be a bit gentler! Dazai was goddamn lucky that he liked him. Otherwise, Chuuya wouldn’t hesitate to use his gravity powers and send this mackerel flying up to the ceiling.
“What do you mean?” Dazai huskily whispered as he undid his own long, black tie and chugged it behind him, not caring where it landed.
Chuuya’s face flushed at the low, baritone tone that sent vibrations down his spine, pulling on every nerve inside of him. Oh, fuck. When could Dazai act so fucking sexy like this?
“I-I meant-” Chuuya tried to speak, but he was quickly silenced when Dazai hovered over him and sloppily meshed their lips together.
The tantalizing outfit, the sensual makeup. Dazai’s voracious appetite for Chuuya couldn’t be quelled. He desperately sucked on those lips, as if drinking up all of the saliva possible. He also carefully licked his tongue over Chuuya’s plump glossy lips, moaning in between, as the sweet, citrus flavor ignited his taste buds with a zangy, popping zest. He let his hands fly all over Chuuya’s petite body, exploring every inch. He wouldn’t let any part of Chuuya snake away from him.
Chuuya could barely catch a breath as Dazai kept on planting fierce, passionate kisses one after another. It was as if Dazai was hungrily consuming a sweet chocolate he couldn’t get enough of. He slipped his fingers into Dazai’s soft, brown hair and tugged on it as he clenched his thighs around Dazai’s waist. Shit! He was already this horny from such simple kisses? He was too freaking easy to please!
Dazai groaned as Chuuya gripped onto him, causing his hard dick to twitch from within his constricted pants. Fuck.
“Chuuya…” Dazai raspily whispered as he pulled away, noticing the rise and fall of Chuuya’s chest from his heavy breathing.
“M-m-master…” Chuuya stammered as he loudly breathed in and out to catch some much needed oxygen.
Chuuya noticed Dazai still had his right eye wrapped up in that unique bandage. He respected Dazai’s space, but right now, if they were to completely hurl themselves into the endless pits of volcanic fervor, then Chuuya desired to see both of Dazai’s eyes. He wanted to see those piercing eyes reflected in his vision, and at the same time, to let Dazai be unafraid and wholly expose himself in front of him. Chuuya hoped Dazai wouldn’t be frightened in bearing his soul in front of him, even if they never ended up exchanging those precious words. He didn’t need some corny confession. He would be more than happy to receive Dazai’s emotions through his actions.
Chuuya reached up and deftly undid those bandages before letting it slip off and fall onto the ground. Dazai’s eyes widened, as this was the first time anyone had been so daring around him.
“Chuuya…” Dazai breathlessly murmured.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here for you.” Chuuya soothed him, as he sensed that hidden uncertainty contained within Dazai’s quivering voice.
Dazai would have never allowed anyone to hop away scotch free, especially if they messed around with his bandages. He intended to let Chuuya fiddle with the ones on his body, but not the one covering his right eye. But he strangely didn’t mind when Chuuya took it upon himself, unveiling the part of himself that he concealed and couldn’t understand.
For the first time, in a long time, Dazai gazed at another person with both eyes. It should have been terrifying, and yet he was at ease despite the rapid thumping of his heart. Was it because of Chuuya’s presence? The one and only person who had an iron tight grip over his heart. What did any of it mean?
Dazai dipped his head down towards Chuuya’s neck, lathering it up with his saliva. As a silent sign of his appreciation, he tenderly sunk his teeth into that pristine, unblemished skin and loudly sucked on it, as Chuuya’s breath hitched.
“M-m-master…” Chuuya fiercely blushed, still addressing Dazai by the ridiculous name, but he was equally jubilated that Dazai was showering him with such lustfulness. It meant that Dazai really did desire him with all of his heart. Just like he did for Dazai.
Dazai greedily placed several marks on Chuuya, biting deeper each time, as he became more intoxicated to the taste and texture of Chuuya’s skin.
“Can I have you now?” Dazai hungrily asked, as he licked the markings he made, kissing each one of them. He didn’t care how embarrassing it would look or how difficult it would be to cover it up later. These love bites were a sign that Chuuya was indelibly his. No one else could have him because Chuuya belonged to him only.
The question alone made Chuuya’s heart almost jump out of his chest. H-how could Dazai ask him such a troublesome question? If Dazai was so gungho, then… he should just go for it! Fucking hell! He was also super horny and would accept whatever Dazai threw at him. His own length was painfully hardened by all of the sensual teasings and wet, messy kisses.
“Whatever the master desires, I want it, too.” Chuuya couldn’t believe he even uttered such embarrassing words.
Dazai adroitly slipped his hand underneath those layers of ruffles and finally managed to grace his fingertips against those fishnet stockings. He wriggled his lower half, as the pattern and fabric of it turned him on even more, making him extremely taunt. To distract his mind, he slithered his hand up and his breathing quickened when he managed to reach his end destination. Chuuya actually wore the sexy red thong he bought with the outfit?
Dazai immediately salivated at the thought and, without thinking, desperately gripped onto that clothed, soaking wet cock that was nestled underneath, although it barely concealed Chuuya’s twitching dick.
“F-fuck! D-I mean- M- F-fuck!” Chuuya could barely talk coherently as he threw his head back.
Holy shit! Dazai didn’t hold himself back as the bastard stroked his enlarged length. He shamefully moaned, unable to hold himself back from hollering out into the open air. He even spread his legs further apart even though Dazai hadn’t even stripped off his own pants yet. Fuck! What was that mackerel doing?!
Dazai’s eyes sparkled with a curious gleam, as Chuuya’s luscious voice reverberated in his ears. Dazai proceeded to swiftly flip up those ruffles, exposing those delicious thighs. He gently slid down the hot stockings with his hands, purposely avoiding touching Chuuya’s sore dick that was calling out to be pleasured. Chuuya wanted to see all of him, so he would receive all of him. Only his precious partner would truly witness how selfish, rapacious, and dominating he could get with nothing and no one to stop him.
Dazai kicked off his own dress shoes while he completely unveiled Chuuya’s legs, chugging aside those pretty shoes and tight stockings. Chuuya shivered. The fabric didn’t cover much, so it wasn’t that warm to begin with, but now, his legs were even colder even though the rest of his body somehow was still aflame. The mixture of the temperature didn’t help to ease his taunt length one bit.
Dazai could see Chuuya, trying to resist squirming. Heh. Chuuya would do more than wiggling around by the end of this. He lifted up one of those perfectly sculpted legs with its milky, white skin before licking on that heated thigh like he was eating off from an ice cone. He even took his time, tracing every goosebump that popped up.
“Nnngghhh… Dazai… Er… I… f…” Chuuya knew he accidentally addressed Dazai by his name, but dammit! How was his brain supposed to function properly?!
“Just call me… Osamu, heh. I want to hear you say it.” Dazai chuckled at Chuuya’s futile struggle, but he didn’t wait for Chuuya’s response.
He planted his teeth once more into that thigh, which normally helped to deliver fearsome kicks to its opponents. Now, it was all for him to consume and gorge upon. He didn’t care how messy or sloppy he was. He would eat all of it and ingrain every part of this enchanting man into the very core of his soul.
“F-fuck! O-o-osamu!” Chuuya awkwardly cried out as electrifying jolts shot down his spine, making his fingers and toes curl up.
Was this area even more sensitive? He trembled as Dazai didn’t let up, causing his body to ablaze with intense heat as if he was being boiled over an open roasted campfire, except that fire was Dazai’s bumpy tongue and slick mouth, dousing him in that lubricous saliva.
Dazai chuckled, tenderly kissing the area he marked up, “Do you want more?”
He admired those flushed cheeks awash with untamed, sensual lust, as the rousing smoldering heat of Chuuya’s body emanated onto him. He aimed to stimulate Chuuya as much as he could in order to make him feel so amazingly blissful that Chuuya wouldn’t be able to resist him by the end. It was the least Dazai could do for Chuuya’s subtle encouragement, telling him to not be afraid. Not that he intended to hold back. But Chuuya temporarily unlocked the chains around his heart, freeing even his lonely soul from the depths of his own caged darkness.
“Da-” Chuuya was about to respond.
“Wrong, chibi.” Dazai playfully frowned at Chuuya’s error, then took it upon himself to wrap his hand around that clothed length, which was poking out of that sexy red thong. It wasn’t a surprise as Chuuya was being pleasured by him. Instead of removing it, he simply pushed that thin fabric to the side, slipping his own slightly cold hand underneath and groaned as he slicked up that hardened cock.
“Fuck!” Chuuya loudly gasped as Dazai’s dexterous hand enveloped his goddamn dick and began pumping it with those deft fingers.
He shamelessly bucked his hips with every pleasurable stroke that Dazai fed him. He rolled his head around, unable to contain the vulgar sounds escaping from his mouth. “Fuck, Da- I- Fuck, fuck! O-osamu!”
Dazai deviously grinned, elated that Chuuya addressed him by his first name, which he had never permitted anyone to say until this moment. To reward his precious partner, he dipped his thumb into that slimy, puckered opening. If he could, he would rub his own aching cock against Chuuya. Heh. Maybe next time. For now, he would make Chuuya sing for him.
Chuuya could barely withstand all of the immense europhoria spiking up and down his body. At this rate, he was going to explode a deluge of his own fucking cum and create a huge mess!
“Osamu, I-” Chuuya choked, barely able to enunciate his words. However, Dazai, being a cruel devilish tease, gave it one last, hard squeeze.
Chuuya half-gulped and half-choked as his fucking cum splattered everywhere on the table, himself, and onto Dazai, who watched with lascivious, twinkling eyes.
Dazai didn’t hesitate to partially bend down and positioned Chuuya’s cock like a straw, as he slurped up Chuuya’s precious nectar that oozed all over Chuuya’s deflated cock. He even cleaned it up with his tongue, delighted in taking care of his dear partner. However, he couldn’t deny that selfishly desired more of that clear cum, which made him quiver from just how savory it tasted.
“Mmm…” Dazai softly moaned, unable to get enough of Chuuya.
“Fu…fuck…” Chuuya’s body jerked as Dazai didn’t let up in pampering him. He blushed at Dazai’s thoughtfulness, wheezing, as his entire body was drenched in sweat. It didn’t help that the outfit was basically plastered onto his body due to the sweat.
Dazai let out a sigh of satisfaction when he devoured that scrumptious cum, smacking his lips together. Already eager for another turn, he asked in a sultry tone, “Do you want to come again?”
“What?” Chuuya, still hazy from the release, responded as Dazai’s irresistible voice thrummed the strings of his heart.
“I want you. I want to adorn your body with me inside and all over.” Dazai huskily growled like a hungry wolf.
Even though Chuuya was resting from the pleasurable release, Dazai didn’t want to lose this momentum. Not even bothering to clean up his hand, which was still soaked in Chuuya’s clear, sticky cum, he snapped at the bands of that lingerie, causing Chuuya to yelp.
“What are you…?!” Chuuya was shocked by the sound of a hidden snarl within Dazai’s barely contained feral tone. It was a resonance he had never heard from Dazai before. Shiiit. He fucking loved it. He loved that provocative, unique gnarl that slithered into his eardrums like a melodic, hypnotic song.
Dazai mischievously smiled, easily slipping off that constricting undergarment without much resistance from Chuuya. Despite how much the chibi denied it, Chuuya was equally turned on.
That wet, prized cock popped free, dangling out in the open since there was nothing in the way. Dazai didn’t waste a single moment and used the fresh, sticky cum, slipping his fingers into those smooth rings of muscles. He would widen Chuuya as much as possible, hoping to hear Chuuya begging to be fucked. Or at least hear him whimpering in a cute voice.
“Nghhh! Ahhh! Da- Osamu!” Chuuya loudly gasped and glared at Dazai, although it was difficult to stare straight at him because of damn floofy dress.
However, Chuuya’s protests didn’t last long as Dazai wiggled his finger, scissoring his way in and out. Shit! Dazai didn’t let him take it easy by slowly easing him in. This goddamn horny bastard! His body lurched as Dazai swam his way in, lodging his fingers inside of that cavern. He sharply breathed in, as his exposed, twitching muscles greedily sucked it in because fuck! He was already so fucking horny! His body was still reeling all over from the previous session, but the waves of ecstasy crashed into every part of his limbs, making him feel lightheaded. Fuck! He had no idea what he was blabbing, but he was turning into a dishelved, foolish mess because of Dazai finger fucking him so damn much!
Dazai, who had been relishing in Chuuya transforming into a blubbering wreck once more, quickly retreated his fingers, not wanting Chuuya to release so soon once more. Ooooh. Someone was extremely turned on by his actions. Perfect. He cattily smiled with exuberance.
“Are you ready?” Dazai unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside, before stripping his lower half completely bare.
“Goddammit! I can hardly see you!” Chuuya frustratingly expressed his opinion, as he could feel his ass completely widened and opened for Dazai to ravish upon. Not that he was complaining, but he couldn’t appear as though he was thoroughly enjoying it. Even though he was. Shit! That was besides the point!
“I can help you out with that.” Dazai shifted Chuuya around on his desk and climbed up onto the side of the desk before crawling over and perfectly intertwining himself within Chuuya. The sexy red head was sprawled out like a forbidden, bright red, juicy apple patiently waiting to be devoured. By none other than him.
Chuuya froze when Dazai, who was completely bare, hovered over him, revealing those chiseled muscles and that lean, toned body. The bandages covered some of it up, but it didn’t stop Chuuya from outlining the contours on Dazai’s hot body with his eyes. His lips parted without any sounds coming out, as he was completely swept away by Dazai’s handsome, attractive figure. Chuuya’s cheeks turned into a rosy color, ogling at Dazai like a high school student confessing their love to their crush. Would Dazai valiantly wrap his arms around him and make even more intense love with him?
Taking advantage of Chuuya’s frozen state, Dazai brought up those thin legs around his waist and gripped onto those clothed hips. Unable to wait for another moment longer, he eagerly scooted his body closer, as he was more than thrilled to finally have this moment. To finally reach into the most sacred part of his trusted partner. With speedy fervorous, Dazai breached the opening of Chuuya’s widened luscious muscle and slammed into his precious partner, groaning in a raspy, stifled voice.
“Ack!!! Shi… shit!!! Osamu!” Chuuya wheezed, squeezing his eyes shut, almost seeing twinkling stars.
He didn’t expect Dazai’s dick to be so thick and long. He desperately clenched his legs around Dazai’s back, as he planted his gloved fingertips onto Dazai’s bandaged back, unable to stop himself from raking it like a rabid cat. Dazai had shoved himself up into his ass so hard that he almost choked to death. Fuck! He honestly should have cried foul and clocked the bastard’s kissable, sexy face, but his body was more than ready to be filled up and fucked like no tomorrow.
“More! Fuck! Fucking more!” Chuuya grinded against Dazai, as Dazai burrowed that dick into him. “Don’t you dare hold back, you bastard!”
Dazai chuckled at Chuuya’s commanding order, finding it supercharged with spicy eroticness. He grunted and heaved as he thrusted deeper and harder into Chuuya with each turn. Those fleshy muscles clasped around his length that twinged and twitched inside of Chuuya’s enraptured pulsating cavern.
“Fuck… You’re so goddamn fucking hot, Chuuya…” Dazai steadied his position, digging his own nails into Chuuya’s deliciously slender hips. He tried to keep an even, steady pace, but his raging hormones and insatiable libido vigorously rammed into that delicious hole.
Chuuya fiercely blushed as Dazai relentlessly fucked him hard, overjoyed that Dazai relished in him and in everything he had to offer. Chuuya’s scratches clawed at Dazai’s bandages, which rubbed against his sweaty back, irritating Dazai’s skin, but Dazai couldn’t be bothered with those trivial details at the moment. He was riding high on the euphoria of being coveted and desired, wrapped in sweaty, panting sounds of lust, which escaped from both of them.
Dazai hoarsely gasped as his own cock straightened out, however, he didn’t have any time to warn Chuuya. Chuuya’s eyes widened as a stream of warm, gooey liquid shot up inside of him. It was like hot, delectable fudge as it made him tremor and tremble due to how fucking satisfying it was. Oh, fuck. He felt so wonderful and completely spent from his own previous release and from Dazai’s incredible fucking that blew his mind out of this world. All of it, in combination, had him shoot out his own cum once more, but this time, it decorated and splattered all over Dazai’s bandaged chest and his own clothed chest.
“Oh, fuck… God…” Chuuya heavily breathed in and out, as his limbs were quivering due to the multitude of sensations that he had experienced all in a row!
“Did you like it…?” Dazai also took this moment to catch his breath.
Dazai was once more drawn in by Chuuya’s coral cheeks and the aura of an illustrious glow, highlighting his cute partner’s satisfaction. Fuck. Even this sight of Chuuya was so sizzling hot. Dazai bit on his lower lip, as his eyes surveyed every inch of Chuuya. He wanted to go for another round. He wanted to ink his own stamp and etch himself onto Chuuya again. But why? Shouldn’t one have been enough? No. No, it wasn’t. He loved the feeling of their hips perfectly slotting against each other and how they were in rhythm the whole time as their bodies interconnected with one another.
As tempted as Dazai was to rip off Chuuya’s maid outfit, he decided to keep it on. Chuuya was too tempting in it, which only heightened Dazai’s wanton desire of fucking Chuuya even faster and rougher. He reluctantly took out his deflated dick to let Chuuya rest for a moment. But he was starving and famished for more. His greedy, aching cock was already half hardened, as his eyes glued itself onto the pretty sight of the glistening Chuuya, who was drenched in sweat and in both of their cums.
“I… Well, what do you think?!” Chuuya shyly answered as his cheeks burned a deep red.
Dazai happily smiled ear-to-ear at Chuuya’s adorable response. He then leaned in, whispering seductively into Chuuya’s ear, “Let me fuck you again.”
“W-what?!” Chuuya squeaked at Dazai’s raunchy request.
Chuuya noticed Dazai’s shimmering brown eyes that were brewing with that now familiar flame of lust. Oh, fuck. Dazai wasn’t going to let him rest at all. If Dazai’s cock entered him once more, would he become over exhausted? Or would his body not care about being pricked and pinned with a thousand needles of pleasure and ecstasy?
“Let. Me. Fuck. You. Again.” Dazai purposely pronounced each word with emphasis, repeating himself. He wouldn’t surrender on this. He would wait patiently for Chuuya’s favorable response. He doubted it, but if Chuuya needed a bit of convincing, then Dazai would be more than willing to persuade Chuuya.
“I…” Chuuya gulped as Dazai’s alluring voice wormed its way into his eardrums. A part of him was telling him to refuse Dazai, as he was tired as hell, but another part of him was mesmerized by that beguiling tone. “At least don’t fuck me with this fucking maid outfit on!”
“Too bad. It’s not coming off.” Dazai gleefully grinned.
“What?! Why you - Whoa!” Chuuya began to raise a ruckus, but Dazai cut him off by rudely flipping him over, forcing him to prop himself up on all fours like a damn dog! “What’s with this embarrassing position?!”
Dazai softly chuckled as he slipped his index finger in between that tantalizing butt crack, purposely sliding his index finger in between that smooth, sensitive skin. If he wasn’t in a devouring mood, he might have played around, lavishing Chuuya with more kisses and bites, but right now, his mind was squarely honed in on one goal.
“For me. To make you come again. And again.” Dazai gripped onto those plump cheeks, spreading it apart as much as possible.
He would make Chuuya come. He would make Chuuya cry out. He would make Chuuya dance to his tune. Chuuya was his. Only his.
“W-w-wha…t?!” Chuuya shrieked.
However, Chuuya didn’t get a chance to ponder on it and loudly croaked when Dazai thrusted that thick dick, curving deep inside of him.
“Fuck!” Chuuya arched his back because of the incredibly sharp pain that felt as though it would rip him in half.
Chuuya had always known Dazai to be a bit selfish and whiny, but this was on a whole other level. Dazai didn’t stop fiercely pounding into him regardless of how much he cried out and whimpered from the excruciating, overwhelming sensations that assailed his nerves. Unlike the previous exchanges, Dazai was ruthless, shoving into him without any mercy or remorse, displaying his surplus of lust that never seemed to run dry, as Dazai came again and again inside of him.
“F-fuck…” Chuuya hoarsely groaned, as Dazai had filled him up to the brim so many times that he lost count. His ass was sore, bruised, and overworked while his nerves were numb and frayed. So many times, Chuuya was ready to give out and just lay down, but then Dazai menacingly threatened to bite him and inflict an even worse type of pain.
Chuuya’s scrambled brain and overstimulated body couldn’t make heads or tails of what transpired. It all began very innocently with the two of them sharing in their unspoken implicit feelings for each other, as they connected with their bodies. But now, it was as though Dazai didn’t intend to let him go, too afraid to release him for fear of losing him. He couldn’t be sure, as his brain was too fried to even think, but that was what he sensed from how ferocious Dazai kept on fucking him. It was passionate, lustful, and possessive.
He should have been extremely peeved, but Chuuya wasn’t. Dazai wasn’t the best when it came to expressing his emotions in a straightforward manner. Even though Dazai’s actions shouldn’t have been that easily overlooked, Chuuya couldn’t help it. His heart would forever have a soft spot because of how much he loved this damn perplexing and complicated man. If this was how Dazai expressed his love, then Chuuya would quietly accept it and embrace Dazai with all that he had. Dazai was the only remaining, living person who treated him as a real human and not as something to be merely pitied on or to be utilized.
Dazai had no idea what possessed him or why he even fucked Chuuya so many times. His cock was tightly squeezed by those sexy muscles that had him explode endlessly, marking Chuuya up with his cum. Chuuya’s continuous whimpering and that enticing red, wet hair that whipped against Chuuya’s skin incited him to go further. To push both of their bodily limits, even forcing Chuuya to continue going along with him.
A painful throb would gnaw at his heart whenever he snarled at Chuuya for daring to quit on him. But then he became delighted whenever Chuuya acquiesced to his overbearing demands. Dazai didn’t understand it. What did this whirlwind of conflicting emotions mean? All he knew was that he couldn’t bear to free Chuuya from his grasp. He had to tie him down forever and ever, keeping this chibi close to him. In his mind, he justified it as being the master of this chibi, who was his loyal dog. Did that adequately describe this bubbling warmth that simmered in his heart?
“Chuuya…” Dazai spoke in a hushed whisper.
“Nnn…” Chuuya mewled when Dazai finally pulled out that insatiable fucking dick. “What… now…? Gonna pounce on me next and rip my body up again?”
Chuuya hoped Dazai wouldn’t actually do that. He was merely giving Dazai a hard time with a bit of sassiness since his energy levels had been flattened down like pancakes.
“I should.” Dazai chuckled as he languidly laid down on that desk, which was now an utter mess from both of their sweat, tears, and cums. Whoops. Dazai didn’t think that far ahead. He let his cock do all of the thinking. He let it get the better of him and jumped straight into the fucking process without thinking any of it through.
Dazai then wrapped his arm around Chuuya, who was still donning that maid uniform, spooning him from behind, as he basked in Chuuya’s unmistakable sweaty, perspired body.
“Osamu?” Chuuya tiredly called out, puzzled by Dazai’s tenderness. It contrasted greatly from the rabid, raw fucking Dazai had displayed a moment ago.
“You’ll never leave me, right?” Dazai whispered as he caressed Chuuya’s soaking wet hair and gently kissed the back of Chuuya’s neck.
There hadn’t been anyone else in his life that he had experienced so much with. Chuuya was undoubtedly always there for him, training with him, not that he particularly needed Chuuya’s presence, or spending time with him outside of work to lift up his spirits. He also supported Chuuya through all of the unfair, brutal hardships he faced, especially as Chuuya lost many precious friends and subordinates from the likes of Verlaine and Shibusawa. Together, they had preserved through thick and thin. Without Chuuya, Dazai felt he would have been lost, aimlessly wandering in the darkness without ever recognizing there might be something beyond his own long shadow.
“Why would I do that? We’re partners.” Chuuya shivered, relishing in the affection Dazai was showering him with. He had a snappy tone, but he carefully rested his hands on top of Dazai’s, slipping his fingers in between Dazai’s. “Besides, who else is gonna look after your sorry ass?”
“More like I’ll fuck your ass first.” Dazai deviously retorted back even as his heart beat faster at Chuuya’s gloved fingers. This was a fond sensation he would never get tired of. No matter how long or short he lived.
Chuuya snorted, but slightly smiled at Dazai’s impish words. He must have been nuts and insane. While they may have been opposites in many ways, they were both equally fierce, unrelenting, and lonely. He would beat Dazai’s sorry butt if that mackerel ever left him first. He would make sure of it. He didn’t care if he had to go to hell to drag Dazai out of there before punting him across Yokohama. Dazai already marked him up for life. He didn’t intend to let go of Dazai that easily.
Dazai relished in the warmth, unsure of how to explain these perplexing emotions swirling inside of him. He couldn’t imagine his life without Chuuya. He spent time with both Ango and Oda who were his best buddies, and he confided in them with his troubles. He spent time with his subordinates, trusting them to carry out his orders. But Chuuya was something more than a coworker, a friend, or a partner. Whatever it was, Dazai wouldn’t allow another person to have Chuuya. To him, Chuuya was like his other half that made him feel whole. People called such a concept soulmates, but Dazai didn’t believe in such phony ideas. In his usually clouded heart, he simply knew that Chuuya fit with him flawlessly unlike anyone else.
“You forgot to call me your master.” Dazai teasingly said amidst the comforting silence.
Chuuya didn’t respond right away, then after a few moments of contemplating, he sarcastically remarked, “I’m always at your service, master.”
Dazai’s heart twirled despite the dripping sarcasm laced in Chuuya’s voice. He gently traced the black choker and nuzzled against the back of Chuuya’s neck. That was right. He was the chibi’s master. One and only master.
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