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Osamu Dazai had always been a crafty man. He was a genius, the youngest boss in the history of the mafia. Nobody could've taken over an organization as large as the Port Mafia at 16, except himself. Perhaps he did have a few unfair starting advantages, as well as a handful of cards up his sleeve, but he knows nothing could have deterred him from his goals.
That being said, he was not a man who sought pleasure. A body that violently rejected affection and a mental state that made him nauseous every time he felt cared for— not out of malice, but out of guilt. Every person that would ever have the misfortune to care for him, would end up just about as broken as him. Grief was a thing that couldn't be mended.
Alas, he always had to keep those feelings to himself; he never cried, he never complained, he never wished for a different fate for himself, and most importantly, he never sought release. With all that in mind, he didn't know what demon decided to possess him, to let himself end up in such a situation as this.
When Chuuya approached him with an offer, his first instinct was to laugh. In the 6 years the two had known each other, they had never done so much as kiss; always at a constant back and forth. Chuuya Nakahara was the biggest challenge Dazai had to overcome. Who resists the saving grace of an angel? Anyone in their right mind would've fallen in Chuuya's clutches in a heartbeat— the only issue being that Chuuya was an angel full of sharp edges; like a rose with thorns.
The brunette felt the flat surface of a cold blade slide across his chest. The blindfold over his eyes was preventing him from seeing, but that made his body all the more sensitive. Resisting Chuuya Nakahara was an impossible challenge; nobody should blame him for caving in. Even as his legs were tied together, so that his knees were bending, and apart and his wrists tied together and onto the bed frame, Dazai didn't regret his decision. Only the nagging feeling that this was a pleasure he didn't deserve wouldn't leave his mind, but he hoped that would change soon.
When Chuuya had asked him to lay in his bed for a night, to put it nicely, this isn't at all what Dazai had expected. He had always expected the petite executive to be a passionate lover, but Chuuya always had a knack for proving his expectations wrong. Apparently, how the redhead was in bed, was no exception. Before engaging in their activities, he passed Dazai a list of every single kink he was into, then asked the taller man to cross out everything he didn't enjoy. In the end, there wasn't anything Dazai crossed out, as he shamefully passed the paper.
He was made to talk about hard limits, to figure out a safe word (which ended up being ‘the color system’, for convenience), and triggers. Every effort the shorter man made to get to know about these things made this whole ordeal seem a bit too considerate. Minutes later, Dazai felt like he was a newborn thrown into deep waters, left to fend for himself. It was a good thing that newborn babies had a nasal mechanism that blocked water out their nostrils, he supposed, as he wondered how he managed to stay “afloat” in such a situation.
Distracting his own mind with random thoughts always worked wonders for him, though he figured he probably shouldn't be thinking about newborns during sex. He just needed to stay grounded. He knew that the moment he starts thinking too hard about this, he'll want nothing more but to recoil.
The brunette just felt so exposed; Chuuya could practically see everything. Not only that, but his clothes were previously cut off of his body with that same knife that his executive was pressing against his skin. It was impossible not to feel the hesitation in Chuuya's movements as soon as he removed Dazai's shirt and saw the scars on his chest. An indicator of who he was as a kid, before he was forced to grow up too fast. When he didn't know any better, when he was still innocent.
Shortly after the revelation, he heard Chuuya shuffling around his bedroom drawers, then heard him set up a few things at the foot of the bed. It was rather inconvenient that Dazai couldn't see, before his curiosity must've been eating him alive. His underwear came off last, the last layer to protect his “secret” was discarded like a rag. There really was no turning back from there. At least he'd been allowed to keep the bandages on his body.
He felt himself shaking a little bit. A grounding hand was placed on his chest - still gloved. Chuuya's touch had never been this gentle. If he showered Dazai in his affections for long enough, maybe he'd even cry. This wasn't the kind of treatment he deserved.
The hand found its way to Dazai's face, cupping his cheek to turn his face. It was all too soft. There was another moment of hesitation. The brunette wished he could see Chuuya's expression. Was he happy? Was he sad? Did he feel disappointed that the boss would just submit to someone so easily? Because the truth was that he'd never allowed someone to do this to him before. There was a sinking feeling in Dazai's stomach when the redhead took his hand away.
He heard footsteps, and the sound of leather squeaking quietly around an object. Chuuya had grabbed something. The next moment, he felt a weight on the side of the bed, then the soft cotton texture of the executive’s red shirt. Dazai felt an object press against his crotch. There came a motion of sliding it up and down, between his folds, but the round object settled just above his clit. Dazai found out that this was, in fact, a vibrator the hard way.
The buzzing of the toy made his back arch off the bed and pull on the restraints around his wrists. Chuuya seemed to like that reaction, apparently, because he decided to turn the intensity of the vibrations up again. A lewd whimper escaped Dazai's lips, followed by a chuckle from the shorter man. The toy was pressed harder against his sensitive parts, which made his back arch again. A hand was placed on his chest once more, pushing him down.
“Wow, this is quite the reaction you're having to a measly vibrator, Boss.” The statement was laced in irony. Chuuya made a point by moving the vibrator up and down against Dazai, eliciting another moan out of him.
“Sh– shut up, you dog. You know noth— Ah!” The vibrator was pressed harder against Dazai, as a gloved hand wrapped itself around his throat, in order to silence his protesting. Chuuya squeezed his throat in a warning as he watched the brunette struggle to get his breathing under control. Something about this side of Dazai was extremely satisfying.
Chuuya didn't need to warn him verbally, or at all for that matter; it was quite difficult to form a proper sentence the moment the intensity of the vibrator was turned to its highest capacity. The buzzing was almost drowning out Dazai's moaning with how loud it was. On that same note, the brunette was starting to feel overwhelmed. He was definitely reaching his climax, but he didn't have the words to tell his partner. Thankfully, Chuuya seemed to understand, since he encouraged it with more soft movements with the vibrator.
The pleasure came in waves that were synced with the toy's movements. Dazai couldn't help but gasp and whine as he came, his moans echoing through the room until the vibrator was finally pulled away from him. Chuuya's hand left his chest and slid down to his thigh, rubbing slow circles with his thumb on it, to encourage Dazai to relax. The movement seemed to ground the taller man as his breathing gradually became more stable and his muscles lost tension.
The hand was lifted from Dazai's thigh and he felt the redhead slide off the bed. A part of him got a bit excited. He figured it was time for Chuuya to finally take his clothes off, but oh, he could not be more incorrect. He heard Chuuya walk to the foot of the bed again, then adjust something. Dazai tilted his head in curiosity, before he felt the head of something push against his entrance. Was it a dildo? Possibly; it definitely felt like one, he could tell by the feeling of silicone, despite the wetness that had covered his entire bottom. The object felt smooth against him.
“Chuuya what is—?” Dazai's words were cut off by the object pressing further inside him. Out of him came a small whine, but nothing could compare to the sounds he made as soon as the toy started thrusting inside of him. There came mechanical sounds from the foot of the bed as it sped up. So it was a fuck machine, he figured, but that much had been obvious enough. The pace only kept speeding up in a not-so-gentle manner as the machine grew louder, but its mechanical sounds were drowned out by the brunette's moaning. The gloved hand on Dazai's thigh returned, petting the bound, shaking leg gently.
“Like it, Boss? I picked it out just for tonight.” Chuuya said teasingly as he watched the taller man writhing in pleasure. Dazai would practically hear the smirk in the redhead's voice, but he didn't make a comment on it. Not that he could, of course; the toy pounding inside him, paired with the oversensitivity from his previous orgasm, as well as the sensory deprivation, rendered him speechless to anything but whatever lewd noise would come out of his mouth. Nonetheless, there was just something so blissful about it all. Dazai couldn't get enough of it.
The tension began to leave Dazai's muscles again, replaced with occasional spasms whenever the head of the dildo hit the right spots inside him. He didn't bother to conceal his moans anymore, despite how severely embarrassing this situation was for him. There is a point in sex, beyond which you stop to care for your pride and start to care more for your pleasure.
The longer the toy was made to thrust inside him, the more pressure he started to feel at his hole. He was definitely reaching another orgasm. “Chuuya—” Dazai started to say, but was cut off by a moan. What he meant to say was ‘Chuuya I'm gonna cum.’, but his struggle was clearly being taken for granted.
“What is it, Osamu? Use your words.” The redhead said, giving the taller man's thigh a squeeze. Something about those words only worked in favor of Dazai's approaching climax.
“I want to— I need to—!” Dazai really was trying to speak, but his body simply wouldn't cooperate. Every time he tried to speak, the thrusting inside him would send him yet another wave of pleasure; he just couldn't hold it anymore.
“You wanna cum, don't you Boss?” Chuuya spoke out teasingly. The brunette would hear the smirk in his voice; there was something so unfathomably attractive about it that Dazai barely managed to keep his composure. Instead, he nodded frantically, mostly because he couldn't do much else besides that. He was getting desperate.
“Tsk, tsk. I've barely touched you and you're already falling apart. You'll really take anything, won't you? You're such a slut, Dazai.” The shorter man said, earning a moan of arousal out of his partner.
“You won't cum until I allow you to cum. Got it? I own you right now, don't you dare fucking forget that.” Those words from Chuuya were enough for tears to start welling in Dazai's eyes. There was just something so attractive about the redhead's possessive demeanor that made his mind swirl. And he was trying, he really was trying to wait for permission, but Chuuya always liked to make everything so difficult.
“You're fucking pathetic like this. Cum and you better thank me after.” That was all Chuuya needed to say for Dazai to throw his head back, with a loud moan. The orgasm was so intense that it made him dizzy, as he let the toy help him ride the shock of it out.
“T–thank you, Chuuya…” He said as the tears spilled from his eyes, dampening the blindfold as he shook almost violently from the overstimulation. Speaking in itself was an extreme struggle, but now Dazai only had the brain to follow whatever command the redhead threw at him; a grand contrast to how the two usually operated.
He felt Chuuya get up and felt the machine turning off a few seconds later. The mechanical sounds became slower and quieter, matching the pace of the thrusts until the dildo completely stilled inside of him. He felt it being pulled away, whining a little too loudly in protest to the feeling of emptiness, earning a chuckle out of his partner.
As he came down from the dopamine high, Dazai began to think a little too hard again. In this moment, he felt weak, powerless, even. There was a hint of uncertainty in whether or not he actually enjoyed this vulnerability. The coldness of the damp blindfold on his face, after it had come in contact with the room's temperature, only aided in grounding him, yet also helped his mind race. This stable – or, rather, unstable – way of thinking was, perhaps, his worst enemy.
He heard Chuuya walking to his side again, footsteps heavy. He felt the gloved fingers in his hair, tugging at the edges of the blindfold until it was undone. He could see again. He blinked a few times to unblur his vision, until his eyes settled on his executive. There was a soft smile on the redhead's face— almost one of endearment. Dazai felt like a deer caught in headlights at the picture, because Chuuya, in every universe, was heaven-sent.
There was a feeling welling up in the taller man's chest, something he couldn't describe. It felt both wrong and right, to allow Chuuya to do as he pleased with him. Dazai trusted him, Chuuya didn't trust Dazai. Still, in the little bubble they had created in this room, their dynamic seemed to shift. Façades crumbled, anger was subdued. Right now it was just them two. Double Black? Soukoku? No— just Dazai and Chuuya. The very thing that made them them existed only in this room, only in that moment.
The fragile moment only lasted for a few seconds, but it felt unsatisfactorily brief, still. At least now Dazai could watch Chuuya as he undressed himself, leaving behind only his gloves. It annoyed the brunette just a tad how he couldn't have complete skin-to-skin contact with Chuuya, but he'd figure out a way. It just didn’t feel fair how Dazai was missing even his bandages – the very thing that kept him together – when Chuuya got to keep his choker on, even when he took everything else off. He only kept the choker on because it was a gift from Dazai. He liked it.
He watched Chuuya move back to the foot of the bed. There was a hint of excitement building in his chest as the executive slotted his upper body between Dazai's bound legs. The redhead wrapped both his arms around each respective thigh, as though to make sure the taller man wouldn't move. If Dazai hadn't been so turned on, he would've found the gesture silly, because he literally couldn't move away, even if he wanted to. Not that he would've ever ran away from Chuuya. He was kept at arm's reach for other reasons, anyway.
The shorter man locked eyes with Dazai as he lowered his face closer to the other man's pussy. It was an exhilarating experience, being this close to Chuuya. A sigh left Dazai's mouth as soon as Chuuya's tongue flicked his sensitive bud. Many more laps at the taller man's clit followed, earning the redhead loud whines and moans from Dazai. Chuuya found that encouraging, apparently, as he began to suck and occasionally nibble softly – which in itself was too much – on Dazai's most sensitive parts.
Dazai attempted at closing his legs around Chuuya's head, but only managed to barely press his thighs against the redhead's face. It seemed near impossible to stop the shorter man from licking at the space between the brunette's legs, even going as far as to fuck the hole with his tongue. Chuuya seemed to make a point in cleaning off all the release that had dripped out of the taller man; he found the salty, yet light, taste delightful.
Lewd whimpers filled the room, drowning out anything but the vibrations on Dazai's cunt as the shorter man moaned against him. Chuuya certainly seemed pleased with himself, occasionally making eye contact with his boss, who seemed all too fucked out to maintain it. After a few seconds, Dazai could only throw his head back against the pillows, when Chuuya moved his tongue just the right way against his oversensitive clit. The feeling felt as though he was in hell and heaven at the same time. Chuuya seemingly loved both to please, and to tease.
Dazai's sensitivity, paired with the skillful movements of Chuuya's tongue drove the brunette closer to yet another climax. He pulled at his restraints for what felt like the hundredth time. This time, Chuuya didn't ask, he just kept licking and sucking at the same pace as before— maybe even more vigorously, encouraged by his boss’ whines. This entire situation was doing wonders for Chuuya's ego.
Dazai came with no warning but a loud moan that he failed to control. He shook almost violently as he came, but that didn't stop Chuuya from lapping and drinking whatever juices came out of him. There truly was nothing closer to ‘bliss’ as the shorter man's tongue against his oversensitive crotch. Beyond that point, it felt like he was blacking out; he was so overtaken by pleasure that it practically erased part of his memories of the night.
When Dazai finally calmed down, he noticed that – through heavy breaths – Chuuya had already stopped. He exhaled an exasperated sigh as he let his head rest against the pillows again, this time much calmer. He felt floaty, eyes fluttering open and shut as he relaxed, almost to the point of falling asleep. Soft touches from Chuuya made sure to keep him grounded and awake.
He drifted off into a thoughtless bubble of comfortable existence, all until sharp pain caused him to snap out of it. He lifted his head and looked at Chuuya, to see that he had bitten his inner thigh. Not only that, but he also drew blood, which he sensually licked off the moment he noticed Dazai paying attention. The brunette only felt himself clench instinctively. It seemed that Chuuya knew what he was doing.
Many more love bites were placed on the taller man's inner thighs, mixed with an equal amount of hickeys. Chuuya seemed to want to leave some sort of permanent reminder with how hard he had been biting and sucking on the tender skin. Each bite had Dazai bleeding and each hickey left behind a deep purple mark in the wake of Chuuya's mouth.
Once the redhead felt satisfied with the amount of marks he'd left, he pulled away from Dazai to admire his work one last time. His partner had truly ended up a mess, from the saliva coating his thighs to how raw his hole looked. He suddenly slotted his hips between the brunette's, pushing his body forward so the two could be face to face. Dazai didn't know whether to focus on the Chuuya in front of him, or on how he could feel the shorter man's lower half against his own, as well as how wet he was.
A deep kiss was pressed against Dazai's lips, the taste of it being a mix of blood and release, though neither of them minded. Chuuya began to grind against Dazai; it must've been a challenge, not touching himself too. The brunette whined against Chuuya's mouth, giving him an opening to slip his tongue in. The taller man barely felt capable of keeping up with the added pleasure against his sensitive clit.
Eventually Chuuya made the move to pull away, but not before catching Dazai's bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it in order to draw blood. The redhead made a point by licking the blood off Dazai's lips before he got up again, moving to the side of the bed to reach his nightstand. The boss watched intensely as Chuuya rummaged through the bottom drawer, throwing a bottle of lube next to Dazai on the bed, as well as a harness.
Watching Chuuya attach the dildo that had been used with the machine on his harness was, perhaps, one of the most sensual things Dazai had ever seen. When the redhead walked back over to slot himself between the taller man's legs, Dazai knew that he was definitely wet again. Still, Chuuya grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount of the slick substance onto his hand, smearing it all over the strap-on.
“I don't actually think you'll need this, but it's just a precaution.” Chuuya said, with a hint of teasing in his voice. Dazai only looked away, embarrassed once he realized the meaning of those words. Fortunately, he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts by the head of the strap pushing into him. A moan followed as Chuuya practically slammed the rest of the toy inside; there was no need to be too gentle with the brunette, considering he'd already been fucked loose by the machine.
Chuuya's pace started off rough, without giving Dazai much room to think about anything besides the pleasure that was overtaking his senses. Each thrust made the brunette feel oh-so delightfully full, he might've thought he was floating, if he wasn't being pounded against the mattress that supported both their weight. Chuuya's harsh grip on his knees also helped in grounding him; there was something possessive – or maybe assertive – about the redhead's touch, as though he was telling Dazai not to move, despite the fact that he couldn’t even if he had wanted to.
The grip on the taller man's knees didn't stay long, but was instead replaced by a hand at his throat. The gesture had Dazai's mind swirling, yet a last coherent thought manifested itself into his mind; ‘Chuuya just looks so mesmerizing when he has that murderous expression on his face’. To Dazai, maybe it was even more of a turn-on that it was him the redhead wanted to kill. Him and no one else. Something about it made the brunette feel special, even if it meant Chuuya hated him.
“You're really enjoying yourself, huh? Never knew you were that much of a whore, Dazai.” The shorter man said, emphasizing each word along with his thrusts. Without warning, the combination of Chuuya's words, along with the dizzying pace, almost immediately tipped Dazai over the edge.
There was a brief moment where the brunette's mind went blank. His vision went black, as his muscles involuntary spasmed. His head was thrown back, moaning in delight, as the redhead fucked him through what-felt-like his umpteenth orgasm of the night. Still, he recovered pretty quickly, lifting his head to look at Chuuya with a panicked expression.
“I— Chuuya, I didn't mean to… I'm sorry.” The taller man really wanted to make an excuse for himself but the best he could manage was to toss it up to a simple mistake. He didn't even notice when the redhead had stilled inside of him, he could only stare at the menacing smirk on his face. It was like Chuuya had been waiting for this to happen.
“Oh, you're sorry, Osamu?” The shorter man said, tilting his head to the side. The hand resting on Dazai's neck started squeezing again, threateningly.
“We'll see how sorry you are real fucking soon, stupid slut.” And with these words coming out of Chuuya's mouth, Dazai felt himself clenching around the soft silicone, but the strap was soon pulled out of him. The brunette let out a whine of dissatisfaction as soon as the space between his legs felt empty, but he still watched as his partner walked to the side of the bed to pull something out of his nightstand.
There was a quiet excitement building up in Dazai’s stomach until he saw the metallic glint of the object. A blade. The taller man’s eyes widened, going back and forth between the executive’s face and the dagger in his hand. His mind went back to the start of their session, which had been almost completelt removed from his memories. Perhaps it was the same blade his clothes were removed with.
Despite the tinge of fear he felt as Chuuya approached him, with blade in hand, there was also a part of him that felt thrilled. A tiny moment in which he had a lapse in judgment, looking forward to death by the redhead's hand now, rather than seeing his plan realized. Dying by Chuuya's hand is a pleasure he could never deserve.
The redhead carefully used the blade to cut the ropes that were binding Dazai down to the bed. The gesture was confusing; for a second, the taller man genuinely thought Chuuya might kick him out of his house. Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case, as the executive moved to his side, forcefully flipping his body over so that he was laying on his stomach.
Everything felt like it happened in the blink of an eye. Dazai didn't even get to process when the shorter man had already climbed on top of him, or the threats in his ear not to move; he could only focus on the cold surface of the blade pressing against his neck.
He suddenly felt Chuuya's strap pushing inside him again, whining at the feeling of fullness, as the silicone slipped inside him easily. He had the urge to turn his head, but the threat of the dagger slitting his throat open stopped him from doing so. It didn't help that Chuuya's pace didn't start gentle; the thrusts were quick and violent, as the tip of the strap managed to hit the brunette's cervix with every push.
The knife was suddenly removed from his throat, which caused Dazai to turn his head to see what was happening. Unfortunately for him, his head was shoved back down by a forceful hand that moved away and back on his hips again. It was clear that Chuuya didn't want him to turn, so he obeyed.
The executive's pace was steady, offering a few occasional breaks for when he felt like Dazai was getting close again, effectively edging him. It was during one of those breaks, while the brunette no longer had the strength to will himself to complain anymore, that he felt something sharp slicing at the soft skin of his ass. His eyes snapped open as he yelped. He tried to turn but a hand pressing against his back was preventing him from doing so.
“Chuuya, what the fuck—? Ah–!” Dazai attempted to question the redhead's actions, but another wound being added to his skin cut him off.
“Shut up. I'm trying to mark you, quit fucking squirming.” The redhead snapped, adding yet another cut. Dazai didn't speak up again; it was no different, he supposed, than when he did this to himself. Only difference being that when Chuuya does this, it's actually infinitely hotter.
The process was actually quicker than Dazai had expected. He figured the executive had been carving the Kanji for his name onto Dazai. It wasn't terrible after a while; in fact, the pain, combined with how full he felt, actually provided for a pleasant lightheadedness. Every time Chuuya drew blood, he felt himself clench around the phallic-shaped object.
The brunette briefly turned his head, catching the executive seemingly admiring his work, dagger in hand. As he noticed the staring, Chuuya gave a harsh squeeze to the skin around the wound. It made Dazai flinch, but before long, the shorter man withdrew his now blood-covered hand, making a show out of liking every last drop of crimson off his fingers. This sight may have just been the most sensual thing Dazai had ever had the fortune to lay eyes on.
“You look much better now, don't ya think?” The redhead spoke up, but the question was clearly rhetorical. Still, the taller man could only think that yes, he did look better now. If that was a part of Chuuya he could take with him, even long after death, he would be selfish and accept it. Deep in his soul, they both knew they were each other's, despite the violent fighting and the masks of hatred.
Suddenly, Chuuya thrusted his body forward again, grabbing a hold of a handful of strands of Dazai's hair to pull. The knife was placed at his throat, pressing dangerously against the skin; surely, with a little more pressure, he would bleed, yet he didn't mind that thought at all. At this point, the executive could do whatever he wanted with his broken body.
There came a harsh pull on Dazai's hair, making him tilt his head back as the shorter man picked up his pace again. There was an animalistic manner about the way Chuuya thrusted inside him, a sheer will to break him into pieces. He couldn't help but moan in delight with each thrust. He didn't even get to notice how the blade pressed against his throat was making him bleed just the slightest.
He came again, with a loud moan of Chuuya's name, which made the executive stop his movements inside him. The dagger was taken away, as the redhead let him rest his head on the pillows. Once he'd calmed down, the executive slowly pulled his strap out of him, watching the accumulated fluid drip out, for which Chuuya bent over to clean with his mouth.
By that point, Dazai was too far gone to react to the sensation of the executive's tongue at his hole, beyond faint whimpers and the occasional twitch of his leg. He weakly pushed his body a little further against Chuuya, to encourage him, as the shorter man successfully finished cleaning up the outside area of Dazai's sensitive parts.
Upon pulling away, Dazai turned himself over, to lay on his back. He gazed at Chuuya, who had been staring down at him the entire time. He observed Chuuya's body; the way the scars on his chest perfectly framed the muscle of it. He observed the faint lines of abs and the veins that were certainly more visible now that he had exhausted himself. There was nothing about Chuuya that Dazai didn't find perfect.
There was an unreadable expression on the shorter man's face, but there wasn't much room to deduce a conclusion before he was pulled into a kiss. This one was slightly less violent than the previous, as their lips moved in sync.
Dazai could still taste both himself and a faint metallic taste of his blood on Chuuya's lips. The brunette graciously parted his own, turning the kiss awfully needier when Chuuya pushed his tongue into his partner's mouth. There were soft moans coming from both their ends as they grabbed onto each other whichever way they could, until the kiss was finally broken.
They looked into each other's eyes one last time, breathless as they were, before Chuuya finally decided to get up and disappear behind a closed door. There was a pout on the brunette's lips before he heard the sound of water running, smiling at the thought of them bathing together. Tonight he was being given more than he could ever ask— no, hope for. There must've been an angel looking out for him, or perhaps that angel was Chuuya.
Dazai didn't notice when his eyes started closing, nor when he fell asleep into the first peaceful slumber of his life. The accumulated exhaustion of the night hit him like a truck, in such a way that not even the fresh wounds on his skin could have woken him up.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was greeted by the rising sun, and the lonesome figure of his executive smoking on his balcony. He had definitely been washed the night before, and his wounds felt bandaged. He figured that, perhaps, they should do this more often. Or maybe not.