Your Temptation, My Sin

by 12MoonHoursTilDawn

Summary:

First encounters should be sweet for many but for Detective Nakahara Chuuya, that ain't the case...

..Or at least that's what he wants to believe.

Notes:

Hi, I'm back with another AU while testing the waters doing A.B.O dynamic. Please don't expect it to be like many out there, I'm doing my best.

Chapter 1: First Encounter

Summary:

First encounters should be sweet for many but for Detective Nakahara Chuuya, that ain't the case...

..Or at least that's what he wants to believe.

Notes:

Hi, I'm back with another AU while testing the waters doing A.B.O dynamic.

Please don't expect it to be like many out there, I'm doing my best. With all being said, please enjoy (^-^)/

Being a detective has its perks, the heartwarming praises from families who long for justice and the accomplishments that shiver through your whole body from being the sole person capable of bringing it to the team, Chuuya has never felt powerful.

 

“The best there is”, many colleagues would say—some in envy, others in awe.

 

“How does he do it?” Patience and determination with a combination of sleepless nights and coffee will be his answer, yet he won't share. 

 

“How can anyone trust someone like him to get the job done?”

 

“Why would the chief let him be on the streets with no one to his side?”

 

Why wouldn't they? He already proved time and time again what he's capable of doing, regardless of his dynamic.

 

An independent omega in a sea of arrogant alphas and a few kind betas. Not many expected it, laughed at his choice of career back when he proudly announced it before presenting at 15, but Chuuya remained firm in his path.

 

His closest friends believed in him, and so did his stepbrother. His parents supported him as long as he was happy.

 

It's a good life, one that pays well and gives immense pride in but sometimes…

 

“How interesting~ Never expected the police force to send omegas to the field without a chaperone.” The thief mumbles in his ear, “You must be special…”

 

“You have five seconds to let me go before I drop you on your ass and handcuff you in a miserable cell for the rest of your days!” Chuuya snarls over his shoulder. 

 

“Fiery.” The thief shamelessly nuzzles in his hair as Chuuya tries to kick him away. They twirl where they stand before Chuuya is pressed on his front to the museum wall. Emotionless statues, their only crowd. “A cute, annoying ball of insufferable energy. Tell me, darling, has anybody been able to tame you yet?”

 

…..

 

“NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!!”

 

He sometimes gets a bit overly confident in his job, rarely at times forced into situations with no proper escape.

 

OK, that “rare” part is a lie, but he does in the end manage to escape with the right tactics. 

 

No arguments.

 

But before we get to this part, let's go to the beginning, where it all started:

 

Wednesday morning, 10:30 am:

 

Freshly out of his week-long heat, coming into the station had never rubbed Chuuya in a way where he second-guesses his arrival, almost backed to his motorcycle, and gave his chief an abrupt phone call about possibly needing more days of rest.

 

He has enough for at least a month or so.

 

Albatross (possibly the worst influence to follow) had said back when they were rookies: “Hey, IceMan said there's no crime in using your sick hours, work will still be here when you get back. And you, my friend, should not deprive yourself of self-care or whatever your omega needs.”

 

This coming from an alpha who has the barest idea of their own self-care routine but comes to work with a radiance and who got stuck on desk work more times than Chuuya can count by their instructor for the constant white lies.

 

He may be their best friend, but Iceman doesn't get paid enough to deal with his antics.

 

Chuuya can't say where the hesitancy came, nor can he dwell on it much longer, with how his escape time ran out, and everyone seems to be awaiting his entrance.

 

He sighs, "Let's just get this over with."

 

Passing through the double doors, a grimace definitely comes to his face when he sees Akutagawa stomping to their shared office. The alpha isn't always moody, but when he deals with a difficult or time-wasting case, nobody wants to even try to be within his vicinity.

 

“Yikes, not the best welcome back sight for you, huh?” Tachihara says with a jittery laugh.

 

“Do I really want to know why he's seconds away from breaking the building down?” Chuuya says exasperated.

 

“His sister mentioned a few days back about how most of his leads always end up being a dead end. He's getting nippy but refuses anyone's help.” Tachihara blows out a puff of air. “Those thieves are really driving him to madness. I wouldn't be surprised if the chief takes him off the case.”

 

Ah, so that's the problem.

 

Fucking hell.

 

In Chuuya's all honesty, he's surprised he was never assigned to help, considering most of his cases are in the same category: criminal investigations, intellectual property theft, insurance fraud, etc.

 

He's been curious, just like everyone in the building, about the Notorious Phantom Thieves (stupid name, but that's the only one that won in the poll), and was close to asking to be placed on it, but he took a step back from it. No, it had nothing to do with the feedback (middle fingers at full display for whoever says otherwise) or how big of a responsibility it is (They're thieves. How hard can it be to capture one?). 

 

Chuuya paid it no mind because the black haired alpha was determined to show his worth, and Chuuya, who deeply understood the feeling, decided to cheer him on the side, offering his services whenever the alpha needed it.

 

It never came, but Chuuya left the door open.

 

“Welp, good luck in there. Hopefully, he's calm enough to talk and not chew you out like he did Higuchi.” The other redhead shudders. “Poor girl was braver than the rest of us. She deserves a raise.”

 

A hum in agreement from Chuuya has them both sending mental bouquets to the female beta. It's no secret to her crush on the alpha, but neither one of their friends has the heart to convince her to move on from the unrequited love he pretty much radiates to her.

 

(They had, but she's still clinging to her hope.)

 

A pat to the taller alpha’s shoulder, Chuuya heads to his office, answering a few hellos and nodding along the way. 

 

He's not surprised when he sees a few stacks of folders on his desk, but he is surprised to see the giant diagram on his partner's side of the room covering nearly the whole wall, with said partner crumbling up and rearranging the papers that hang.

 

Geez, Tachihara wasn't kidding about Akutagawa slowly going mad.

 

“Hey man, you…alright…there?” He asks carefully, nearing the now growling alpha. He sounds so agitated, his omega couldn't help but perk and begin to purr in hopes of the other calming down.

 

It's not long before the younger male calms down. Not much, but enough for his scent to lighten from its burnt smell. Since the start, many believed Chuuya wouldn't be able to handle having a partner like Akutagawa due to the other being more livid and brash, but Chuuya had yet again proved them wrong when they not only worked well together but also how easily Akutagawa became protective of him and vice versa.

 

Even Gin was surprised but happy her brother was in good hands. Rumors spread about them possibly spending a night or having been in some sort of relationship in the past, but they couldn't be further from the truth.

 

It's laughable and infuriating to Chuuya how they easily gobbled it up like candy when in reality their bond came in the form of understanding each other's struggle to make a name for themselves, and the lack of belief as well. Just like many didn't believe in Chuuya due to his omega status, many didn't believe Akutagawa had the strategy and patience to become a fine detective.

 

Years later, and look at them now; top at their game and being what many people seek for help.

 

Berries and candy with an after-smell of vanilla fill the room. Akutagawa folds in on himself for his behavior. It's endearing how the alpha can be scary one minute, then turn into a soft pup the next. Clearing his throat, the black haired man goes, “Unfortunately, it seems I've hit a blank. The idiot I meet up with for any information regarding those nuisances is always false.” He growls low at the board, “I'm running out of ideas on what to do next, and with the auction next week at the museum, I want to gamble they will show up, but don't have enough evidence to prove it.”

 

Oh, right, another thing he wished to avoid.

 

The auction that Yokohama Arts Museum sponsors every year is not one Chuuya loves to mingle at.

 

Or ever attend.

 

The first few years he was assigned to go were when he was a rookie under Ozaki Kouyou. An elegant and graceful lady who taught him everything he needed to know for when he would one day be in the field, and his main supporter who vouched for him to his boss, Ougai Mori. 

 

It wasn't all bad, but there's so much he can take when not only the whispers reach his ears, but the luring eyes of many alphas and betas eying him like prey ready to be dominated.

 

They should all give their thanks to Kouyou for pulling him out when he nearly kissed his career goodbye for almost stabbing hands that got near his ass or suffocated him with their obnoxious scents and non stop talking.

 

Years may have passed, and while he had outgrown that temper (big fat lie), he prefers to work in the field rather than be in a stuffy suit for an unknown period of the night.

 

Glad he wasn't told to be there–

 

“Oh, and the boss had said you were to attend with no exceptions.”

 

Well fuck him.

 

“Why do I have to go?” The redhead groans. He waves a hand to their coworkers outside their office, “Wouldn't they be better candidates? Oh! Better yet, I'll do you a favor!!”

 

“A favor?” Akutagawa skeptically asks the hopeful omega.

 

“I will help you complete this case if you attend in my stead. Most credit will go to you with nothing trailing back. The boss won't recognize the details.”

 

Kinda evil when he knows the other is more antisocial than him, but this is a great way to overcome it.

 

“Have I not mentioned I was to attend as well?”

 

Wow, they really aren't going to give him a choice.

 

He deflates like a balloon, “Fucking shit!”. The omega rubs his hands across his face, sliding them over his curly hair before dropping them in defeat. “Alright, at what time do I have to be there, and what exactly do they want us to do?”

 

“7:30 pm.. Thursday night. The boss didn't specify the reason but said we were requested by Mr. Akamine.” He says as he picks up the fallen papers. “I'm going to assume we’ll be acting as security as last time.”

 

Great, not only were they requested by the biggest thick-headed pervert Chuuya has the unfortunate pleasure of meeting, but they won't be doing much for the rest of the night.

 

Akutagawa won't be doing much; he, on the other hand, would be busy hiding in the crowd away from the man who can't take no for an answer.

 

Chuuya sighs, “If the boss ordered it, then I guess we can't be insubordinate.” Blue eyes look up to gray. “I'm serious, though, let me help you. The credit will still be yours.”

 

The alpha looks troubled, body tensing in need to object, but Chuuya releases his scent a little to soothe again. It doesn't take long for Akutagawa to give in with a grimace, “If it's not much of a bother, I would appreciate…another helping…hand.”

 

He's trying, and Chuuya couldn't be any prouder. Giving a small clap and cocky smirk, he walks with confidence to the diagram “Great now tell me everything you've gathered and whatever description about these bastards.”

 

Time flies in the office. Chuuya may have paperwork to check and sign, but helping a friend in need will always be his main priority.

 

Crime goes on for the next week, Chuuya should've been prepared for the unexpected.

 

Thursday, 7:15 pm, 30 minutes before the auction

 

Checking himself one last time in the mirror, Chuuya dreads the night to come but damn won't he look good–signature black choker, dark gray suit hugging his body so good, he finishes the outfit with a blue tie. A blue ribbon for his hair is placed inside his suit pocket for later. 

 

‘It mirrors my work uniform,’ he joked lightly to himself.

 

Akutagawa said he would be waiting for him at the entrance, which he's grateful for, because if the first person he bumps into is that nauseating man, Chuuya would request his paid vacation earlier than expected.

 

One last time to the clock and his apartment, he exits the building to his car. Along the walk, Chuuya couldn't help but feel eyes on him, almost as if they were observing his every move. Discreetly checking his surroundings, he can't detect any life on the streets apart from his own. 

 

Weird…

 

Unlocking his door, he bites back a gasp when a cat emerges from under his car. A small black loaf with brown lines approaches Chuuya with a curious meow. Calming his racing heart, he crouches to pet, smiling when he hears its pleased purrs and turns.

 

So cute!

 

“You gave me a small fright, buddy, and as much as I want to continue petting you, I have to go. My friend will be even grumpier for my tardiness than being stuck at a stupid auction neither of us wanted to go to.” He says with a chuckle.

 

The cat looks back at him, displeased with the discontinued pets, but Chuuya is behind on time. 7:20 pm, he has to hurry and hope there's no traffic on the way, or he'll be facing a different scolding. Ignoring the burning of his neck, he gives the cat a quick goodbye before hopping in his car and driving to his destination.

 

As the cat sits by the sidewalk, a person emerging from the shadows joins it, both staring out at the car getting smaller. “Hmm, the boss is in for a surprise,” the person says, walking away with the cat at his side. Eyes glancing up to the starry sky, “Let's hope he has self-control, but eh, doubt it.”

 

---

 

“I know, I know but parking was a bitch to find.” Chuuya pants at an impatient Akutagawa. 

 

“At least you have a reason and are not trying to actually go against the boss’s orders.”

 

“Don't remind me, but I made it in the end. Did his royal highness come speak with you, or did he go the opposite way?” 

 

The alpha scoffs, “He wouldn't approach. Seeing how you weren't here, he went back inside.”

 

Chuuya snorts, adjusting his scent blockers. “Good the less we have to speak with him, the better the night will be.”

 

“What a pleasure to have you here, gentlemen!” 

 

Speak of the devil and he should annoyingly appear.

 

Both men mentally count in their heads before they turn to the voice. Mr. Akamine, an alpha in his mid-30s and proud owner of Yokohama Arts Museum, approaches the duo with a faux polite smile. Nodding at Akutagawa in greeting and lingering his hand on Chuuya’s handshake, he leads them inside.

 

“Rintarou was very kind in sending his most prominent employees to help care for our auction night. Hope it's not much of a problem in keeping you both away from your busy schedules.”

 

It is, but they keep that to themselves, then blurt it out to the biggest snitch they've ever met. This man is a huge reg flag yet stupid to not accept it.

 

“It's no problem with us, we adjusted our work to accommodate this night. We're honored by your invitation to come back,” the omega says with a forced smile. The alpha remains quiet at his side, refusing to make talk.

 

Chuuya wished he had that type of attitude, but one of them has to be the good cop.

 

“Of course, I was looking forward to seeing you both again and to work alongside.” Mr. Akamine says with a hooded smile aimed at Chuuya. The redhead fights back a disgusted shudder, thanking his blockers for not leaking his grossed-out scent in the air.

 

Sigh, this man has not changed.

 

It's moments like these where Chuuya wouldn't mind having a mate to show him being taken, but that's a huge responsibility he has yet to think about. He's not against it—far from it—he's dreamed about having a small family one day, but finding the right mate is important to him. He's seen how omegas get treated as baby-making machines, disgusted with the lack of respect they are faced with from insufferable and arrogant alphas. It brings out his strong refusal to fall into that same category.

 

The Flags understood his problem, expressed sympathy and support, and even joked that any of them could be his suitor if he didn't find anyone by the age of 30. That would've been funny if not for the fact that he's already in his mid-20s, still single, and a virgin.

 

But dating is hard, part of it being because of work. The other well…

 

They're all a bunch of idiots. He has yet to meet a decent alpha or beta who would not treat him any less than what he deserves. They all seem either intimidated by him or don't bother taking him seriously.

 

Sigh, he hates men. Not all, but some. Especially the type who is leering at him right now.

 

When will one appear to save him from this cringeworthy position?

 

“Do you mind telling us where we should be keeping an eye on so we can start?” Akutagawa says with a snap, moving closer to Chuuya in an attempt for the man to back off.

 

Praise the heavens, it worked with how the man jerks in his walk as if bitten by a vicious hellhound.

 

Mr.Akamine clears his throat. “R–right, well, we need someone to keep an eye on the near exit of the auction room and one to keep an eye on said items.” His fidgeting doesn't escape both detectives’ eyes. “Rumor has it that those thieves will show up tonight and probably take one of our dear diamonds.”

 

Both men stopped in astonishment at that. Looking at each other, they both start to brainstorm for their luck. How perfect! If what this moron said was true, then being here wouldn't be a waste of their time.

 

“I can take care of the room,” Chuuya says with cocky confidence. He turns to Akutagawa, ignoring the stuttering man, “You should take the exit and call for backup. That way, we have a higher chance it will prevent them from escaping.”

 

Akutagawa nods, pulling out his phone, he dials Tachihara and his group to come. Chuuya's about to head over to the room without asking for directions when he's pulled back by his shoulder. He mentally groans, knowing what will come next.

 

Dammit he should've sped up to Akutagawa.

 

“I'm very pleased to see you here, Mr. Nakahara. It has been a while since we've crossed paths,” the man says as he caresses his shoulder. 

 

Biting back a disgusted shudder and fighting the urge to gag from the disgusting scent of fish invading his nose, he looks at the man with a fake smile “Work has been hectic and as much as I would like to continue this conversation” ha as if “I really must leave to where im stationed” He shakes off the hand with a “Excuse me.”

 

The man clearly doesn't take the hint when he steps in Chuuya's path, leaving the omega to fume in his stance, “What's the rush? I can lead you there. It'll be rude of me to leave such a lovely visitor on his own and not risk him getting lost.”

 

Is this man insulting his sense of direction?

 

“Kind of you, but with the big display and crowd on that side of the room, it's clear I won't.” He tries to move but is blocked yet again. “Sir, I'd hate to report this to my chief, but if you don't let me continue to do my job, you'll be facing unspeakable charges.” 

 

Mr. Akamine isn't fazed by the threat. He boldly invades his space by wrapping his hands on his waist to pull him close.

 

Oh, god NO!

 

“Sir, this is–”

 

“What can I do to convince you for a date?”

 

Eww no.

 

“I have no interest, sir. Please let go, or I will call my partner to come back.” He glared up at the man now, uncaring how this would get him in trouble. The omega tenses when the alphas’ scent gets thicker and hands slide lower.

 

Is anyone not seeing this?!

 

“Come now, surely you must have some interest.” He gets bolder by sniffing near his neck where his glands are covered. “Omegas like you need an alpha like me to keep at their side. I can provide a good life for you to retire and take care of the children.” He sighs in content, uncaring how the omega tenses in his hold. “Imagine that life…”

 

Children? Retired? This man doesn't care what Chuuya wants, or he's ok with it. That's not a good life, that's a nightmare!

 

The omega growls, and before he can knee the man to prevent any sort of child from coming out of him, the lights go off. Screams and panic surround them, Chuuya catches a blur sweeping out of the auction room.

 

Cursing and shoving the man away, not giving a single fuck where he landed, he runs after the culprit. Calling through his earpiece to Akutagawa, he shouts, “Take care of the exits! I've got this bastard!” 

 

Not waiting for a reply, he shouts at the black clad figure. “Stop right there!!”

 

Running throughout the dim hallway, he fails to realize how the man leads him through another part of the museum where the covered sculptures surround the room.

 

Great, just what he needed.

 

Slowing his steps, he walks carefully with his gun pulled out. The omegas’ senses are on high alert with how eerily quiet it's gotten. But with how his nose catches another scent in the room, he knows the other person is still in the room with him, but hiding. “Whoever you are, step out with your hands up.”

 

Nothing, not even a rustle from sheets or a footstep but his own. He's not worried, the smell is still in the room, but he is growing irritated from the lack of response.

 

“I said, step out with your hands up or else it'll be worse for you.”

 

A chuckle is heard….behind him?

 

He'll scold himself for the slowness at a later time because right now he fell into a stupid predicament. His arms are forced behind him, gun falling from his fingers, a metal clicking is heard along his gasp. His vision goes black from a gloved hand covering over as an arm holds him to a broad chest.

 

He struggles in his captor's hold, fighting to break free from the arms while also juggling out of the cuffs when the scent, now clear, has his omega perking in curiosity; despite the lingering tobacco, it carries fresh green apples and cinnamon with a hint of sandalwood cedar. And from how dominating it is, Chuuya can tell the man is an alpha.

 

An alpha has caught him, and for the first time in his life, his omega reacts without his consent.

 

Not good.

 

Chuuya's mortified at how his body heats when a purr fights out of his chest. The body behind him freezes before a low rumble vibrates through, with another sound jolting him before the arm tightens.

 

Laughter. 

 

The bastard is finding humor in this situation.

 

“My~ isn't this a surprise? I wasn't told another cop was going to join in tonight.” 

 

Chuuya stops the shiver running up his spine when the man leans toward his ear. “Let alone them being an omega,” pointed nose trails over his ear, “a short, temporal yet annoyingly interesting omega.”

 

Oh fuck him!

 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Detective Nakahara Chuuya met one of the infamous Phantom Thieves.

Notes:

Any feedback is greatly appreciated ^.^

Phantom Thief is greatly underrated, main reason why this fic was born.

Chapter 2: II

Summary:

If any of his colleagues were to see him now, Chuuya wouldn't be quick enough to explain how it got to this or why it's taking him longer than usual to slap the cuffs.

Notes:

Thank you all for the warm responses to the first chapter 💙 hope this chapter bring you joy too!

Please enjoy!

Kick, struggle, twirl, repeat.

 

If any of his colleagues were to see him now, Chuuya wouldn't be quick enough to explain how it got to this or why it's taking him longer than usual to slap the cuffs.

 

“Normally I would prefer to dance back at the ballroom, but my! Aren't you a romantic one, preferring this in private? I'm definitely swooning!” The bastard says after another twirl, igniting a mad scream from the shorter man.

 

It's a crime to sound so chirpy while stupidly holding him like a plushie.

 

The nerve of this jackass!

 

He's too humiliated to stop the words from slipping “Unless you have a death wish, let me the fuck go!” The gloved hand has yet to be removed from his eyes, but it doesn't deter him from baring his fangs. “I'm giving you 5 seconds before I shove you straight to the ground, beat you to a pulp until you beg for mercy.”

 

“Wow, a sweet talker as well. Don't threaten me with a good time, detective.” The voice nears his ear, breath fanning–it raises goosebumps. “But if I'm gonna be honest, appealing as it sounds, the one who would be begging won't be me.” 

 

Brain momentarily disconnects, it takes an embarrassingly long time to reboot. The nip to his earlobe has Chuuya's cheeks flaring hot, he struggles harder than he has, cursing the other for the inappropriate words and action. The alpha isn't faced, he laughs at his reaction, continuing their silent dance before randomly stopping. Sensing him distracted and with so much strength in his leg, Chuuya donkey kicks the thief. 

 

It should've worked, it should've been his ticket to freedom, but as if anticipating it, the alpha bends him over sideways, causing his leg to shoot at his side. Chuuya yelps at the sudden drop. If he could see, he'll know how close his face is to kissing the ground.

 

But that's a minor problem. What takes away that fear is the new position he's dealing with. He doesn't dare acknowledge the show of strength from the man holding him but his neck burns hotter than a stove with how his ass is pressed to the man's crotch.

 

One leg hooked on trembling thighs, the other fighting for its life, his omega isn't helping him with how it's pointing out the size the man isn't trying to hide.

 

He wants the ground to open up and swallow him away.

 

“You idiot!”

 

“I should be saying that!” the man huffs. “Who would've thought such a small person would weigh this much!”

 

“I'm not heavy, you jerk! It's muscle!” Chuuya croaks, “Put me down, RIGHT NOW!”

 

“Sure! If you say so, Chibi!”

 

“Don't call me that, you–”

 

He's cut off when he's pressed fully to the ground, the man has the audacity to fall on top of him, trapping him with no actual way to escape.

 

He wheezes, trying to make sense of it all. He's alone, stuck, and handcuffed by a man he has yet to recognize.

 

How much time has passed?!

 

“You're heavy, fucker! Get off me!!”

 

“Geez, are cops supposed to be this foul-mouthed? Oh! What's this?” 

 

Chuuya feels hot air on his exposed neck, heart thumping in his ears. This man wouldn't…

 

“Interesting..so no one has claimed you. Nice to know!”

 

Why would he…?

 

“What are you on about now–”

 

“This was fun, detective, but my time is coming to a close.” The arm underneath Chuuya slips out, but the hand covering his eyes remains. The thief holds Chuuya down with the press of his hips and hand at his lower back. The redhead, with so much restraint, stops every noise from slipping out from how that pressure sends shocks of pleasure through him.

 

There is no way he's getting aroused.

 

“I got what I wanted. But let me steal another thing.”

 

Chuuya wobbles to buck him off. “You will do no such thing. You are under arrest! Going straight to a rotting cell for inappropriate behavior to an officer, petty theft, and –”

 

He's suddenly flipped to his back, hands stuck underneath his body, Chuuya has his speech stopped by something soft and wet.

 

Lips are pressed to his, and not a simple kiss or peck, but one where he's getting devoured in a possessive claim. Tongue shoved deep, gracing his fangs, making itself home.

 

He's dizzy, heart galloping fast, and he'll scold himself for it too, but he responds with equal fever. Sue him, he couldn't help it, it felt so good. 

 

The alpha growls in satisfaction, causing the omega to whine for him. Those lips part, trailing away from his mouth to his jaw and neck. Gloved hand still covering his eyes, the other holding his hips. Chuuya moans from it all, it's so wrong, he could get in trouble if he were to be caught this way, but–

 

“Detective~ you're so good for me. Such a pretty omega.”

 

What was he babbling about?

 

Chuuya's so conflicted, mind can't differentiate between good and bad right now. His cunt is beginning to drench in his boxers when a salivating bulge lightly humps him. The alpha growls louder when the smell of their arousal floats in the air.

 

Lord, take him away.

 

But before the heat grows, the alpha stops, letting Chuuya finally cool down. He can't see him, but the small breeze passing through their bodies has Chuuya knowing the man lifted himself to see the aftermath. He must be a flushing mess if the satisfied and proud growl radiating from the other is to go by.

 

“So divine, but alas, I now must leave. Till next time, detective...”

 

Chuuya feels some sort of rag pressed to his face. His eyes widen when he recognizes the smell ‘No fucking way!!’

 

The asshole is using chloroform on him.

 

RED FUCKING FLAG!!

 

He begins to fight again, but it's too late to stop his body from relaxing rapidly. The last thing the omega hears is the bastard's soft drawl.

 

“I'm sure we'll meet again.”

 

The darkness embraces him fully.

 

---

 

He's being shaken back and forth; he grumbles at the act, swatting away blindly at the person interrupting his sleep.

 

“Go away, it's not time to get up.”

 

“Uh, forgive me, sir, but now is not really the best time for jokes.”

 

That sounds like his partner. Why is Akutagawa in his room? Wait, why is his bed so fucking hard? 

 

Eyes flashing open, he takes in his surroundings. He's not at home but at the museum, where he was supposed to help as security until–

 

His head darts around; it's him and Akutagawa in a random hallway. No other citizens or officers are around.

 

“How…?”

 

Akutagawa shakes his head in dismay. “I found you lying here handcuffed. Akamine was correct. The thieves showed, but it wasn't singular. They came as a trio, the ring leader made his presence known while the other two stole some of the artifacts.”

 

“Were they of value?!”

 

“Only the diamond: the Lamb's Heart. The rest were of stupid, useless paintings.”

 

Chuuya curses. He doesn't really care about the paintings (most were useless and lacked certain things), but the diamond?

 

That could send him to an early retirement if sold at the right price.

 

He gets up from his spot on the ground, flushing when he feels the slight wetness between his legs. Akutagawa, bless his heart, doesn't call him out on it.

 

Kinda.

 

“Did you, uh, run into some issues?”

 

The omega avoids making any sort of eye contact by dusting his pants and fixing his suit jacket. He'll only allow his partner to see him disheveled. “None that I couldn't handle.” Blue eyes flashing up before averting again. “Why you ask?” he blurts.

 

It's idiotic to tiptoe toe but how else can he explain what happened without sounding like a blushing maiden? It's not like he can blurt to the other, ‘I chased one of the phantoms, turned out he was an alpha, who caused my omega to grow wild. He felt so good on my body that we ended up making out back at the statue's room. And oh! I don't know which one it was because he covered my eyes through it all.’

 

Akutagawa won't snitch on him, but he can scold him for how dangerous it was to submit to an unknown alpha in the middle of a public room.

 

“It's not my place to ask, but your scent is….uh… different.” He coughs

 

That has Chuuya finally glancing at him. The alpha looks constipated, but it's not in pain. It borders more on trying to figure out why his partner, after separating for a short bit, is smelling more ... sweeter in a sense, but also sour.

 

Chuuya's eyes widened, trying to locate the scent while passing a hand to his neck. He sighs in relief when his scent blockers are still in place, but unless his partner is suggesting his fading arousal, he’ll swallow his embarrassment–that's the only smell that reaches him. He can trust that Akutagawa would bluntly say it, not stall in the way he's doing.

 

“What do I smell like?” He asks while walking closer to him, but stops in stunned surprise when the alpha backs away.

 

Chuuya’s more confused than hurt because he can't detect anything, but Akutagawa is insisting he smells different. 

 

“Ryu, your silence and hesitation are making me grow weary.” He says in forced calmness. He can't panic for something that may have an answer, “What do I smell like?”

 

Akutagawa inhales one last time before cupping his nose as if it were a mistake. Chuuya can barely feel the insult, but his whole body grows cold when he responds,

 

“You smell….. as if you were already mated. Did you meet your potential mate here?”

Notes:

I crackled through the editing 🤭

General question, does anyone want to see this become a series or a full story? It's been plaguing my mind to stop at 6 chapters but then more writing happened that's it has me rethinking that decision.

Idk it depends on the feedback how this will go.

Anyways with that being said, thank you so much for reading!

Chapter 3: III

Summary:

Potential Mates were some sort of fairy tales

Notes:

I'm back! Wasn't expecting to update just yet but felt ok to do so now.

I've read all your feedbacks and decided to go full. Chapters are being written but there won't be a precise schedule for this story.

But it's coming, I promise! 🥳

Please enjoy today's chapter!!
P.S if you got a notification before this chapter got posted, I am so sorry! For some reason it wasn't letting me update but it's fixed now! ^^

Potential Mates were some sort of fairy tales–myths, some would correct.

 

“It's a feeling you won't get tired of.” Fuku would say, a gentle smile on her face as she combs through her son’s short curls. Blue big eyes look in wonderment as she tells him the story, “You may not meet them right away, but once you do, they'll be the most beautiful people your heart will love and see.”

 

Since then, Chuuya kept that close to his heart while growing up. Meeting and parting from many, he wasn't lying when he said it was hard and they were a bunch of idiots. Yet he never lost hope.

 

Should he tell you about the first displeasure?

 

Yeah, sure, why not!

 

The first time he bumped into the biggest douche bag was when he recently presented before the beginning of his high school year. An omega, rare in their class, with the sweetest smell known to man.

 

He never had any issues with it, enjoyed the praises and compliments he would gain from how soothing his scent would be, or the shocked faces he would gain from demonstrating how different he would be from the other omegas. 

 

But this douche?

 

He never went a day without harassing Chuuya about being one of the girls.

 

“You will just be a regular breeding machine like them other omegas. Apart from being the size of one, your scent is too girly to be taken seriously.” his disgusting pheromones insult Chuuya’s freckled nose “Why not be a good little bitch and roll over for us? Bet that cunt would love to be stuffed to the brim.”

 

Teeth had never been easier to knock out from disrespecting mouths. Shouts and screams have never been the best tracks on his playlist.

 

Suspension was not the best news to bring to his parents, but it did bring a loud laugh to his stepbrother and friends after hearing his comments.

 

Paul never saw anything wrong whenever he would answer with his fists, being fully aware of how most omegas get treated with blatant disdain. He was proud of Chuuya for defending what is right. His best friends always cheered for him and weren't afraid to get their hands dirty either when messy alphas or betas would come close with bad intentions.

 

“You're like a trouble magnet, dude.” Albatross says, cleaning the redhead's bloody knuckles in his small bathroom, “But that's OK, we love you just the way you are.”

 

Chuuya snorts, “And you're an idiot, but you're alright, I guess.”

 

“Hey! No insulting your doctor here. He's trying to focus on getting this hand to stop bleeding.”

 

“Mediocre compared to Doc. He can get this to stop flowing without using a whole roll or two.”

 

“Shut up!”

 

That whole interaction and many more after that motivated him to join the police force. Nobody was willing to fight for omegas, so why not do the impossible to make a change?

 

It was a rough journey, but it was worth getting to the top. He never looked back on his choices, always knew what he wanted and how to achieve it, but admittedly, he was lonely.

 

Nothing could replace the feeling, moments in his room had him thinking why not set a dating account or go bar hopping in hopes to lose his virginity, but it all goes away when the consequences click in making him second guess.

 

The last thing he'll want is either be killed, stalked, or pregnant by idiocy.

 

Fuck all that.

 

---

 

Back in his apartment, everything that transpired has him pacing his floors, uncaring if his steps wake his downstairs neighbors this late at night.

 

There's no way that's true, right? 

 

There's no way he found his mate without actually knowing what he looked like, and is considered a criminal at that.

 

Fucking shit, things like this would happen to him and only him.

 

Akutagawa could be wrong, yeah, that could be the case. Or at least he tried to convince himself of it if Akamine wasn't acting the same way his partner had when the redhead approached to give him the details of the night.

 

“Heh” it slips out of him with no regret. Despite the circumstances, it makes him giddy that the man has finally backed off and only left them with a stuttering “I-it's fine. I'll explain everything to Rintarou how it was my fault the night ended the way it did. You men have a good night!”

 

He walked away so fast as if someone opened fire on his ass.

 

Good riddance.

 

“Nope, no. I'm tired; that has to be it. There's no way this is true.”

 

Yet Chuuya can feel only himself trying to convince because his omega is trying to divert him to his right.

 

His eyes shift to the piece of clothing haphazardly thrown earlier at his couch, narrowing at the stupid thing for alluring his omega like a beacon. He's not one to give in to temptation, but…

 

“This is so fucking stupid” he mumbles under his breath yet moves towards it.

 

Picking off his jacket from where he threw it on the back of his sofa, he brings it to his nose in a deep inhale. His scent is there, but he can catch another fainter one: fresh apples and cinnamon with a hint of sandalwood cedar. Fainter than usual, the tobacco is a welcoming addition.

 

His omega purrs at the scent alone, causing his body to heat with arousal again, remembering back how those lips felt all over available skin.

 

Chuuya throws the jacket away with newfound strength, watching it fly to the other side of the couch near his bookshelf. He flops into the armchair, cradling his head.

 

“It's wrong, Chuuya. You can't actually be thinking this will not end the way you think it will.” He murmurs to himself, rocking slightly to stop the emotions from clouding his thoughts.

 

There are pros and then there are cons. Big red flagged cons.

 

The pros

• He has someone
• They carry a scent so strong it backs any alphas away from approaching 
• He is tall.

 

Cons: 

• He's a criminal 
• Labeled as most wanted by his partner
• Annoying 
• A dumbass
• His omega is completely smitten

 

That last thought has his stomach churning. He wouldn't call it nerves, but this is new territory that he is unaware of how to approach.

 

Biting his lip, his eyes dart at the clock he has on his coffee table. It's atrocious, decorated with many bunnies and ducks in bright yellow. Albatross gifted it to him a while back when he went thrift shopping with Lippmann during Easter break.

 

Not an unusual place to find things, but when they're both thrifting together, they find the impossible. 

 

“Consider it an early birthday gift! You need color in your life and in that gloomy apartment.” The sunglasses wearing alpha had said after stuffing his face with the cupcakes he'd brought.

 

He does have color, he just doesn't bring it to work, jackass.

 

It reads 11:58 pm. Sigh, there's no need to stress his whole night away. He'll think rationally in the morning. With that, he gets up and forces his legs to move to his bedroom, ignoring the scent he left behind.

 

He doesn't need it following him in his dreams.

 

---

 

The knocking is what awakens him back up. At first, he thought it was his neighbors themselves doing it in revenge, but it's not coming underneath him.

 

Groggily, Chuuya reaches his nightstand to see the time on his phone–2:45 am

 

Ok, whoever is behind the door is about to die because they did not just wake him up near witching hour after barely managing to sleep.

 

Ignoring the knock crosses his mind, but the longer the persistence is occurring at his door, the more grouchy he feels himself getting. The omega growls and, with a swift swirl of the covers, he stomps his way out in his tank top and shorts, ripping the door open to arrest the idiot.

 

Only to stare blankly when no one is behind. His eye twitches in frustration, but before he slams it back close, something else catches his eye. At his doorstep, there's an envelope, and from the looks of it, after turning it over, anonymous.

 

…..

 

FUCK this bastard or bitch on this life and to the next.

 

Chuuya, despite fuming, doesn't slam the door, nor does he stomp back to his bed, but he does rip the poor envelope nearly in half to reveal a very neat yet short letter.

 

“The fuck is this?” He grumbles in confusion before suspiciously opening it. “Better be worth the lack of sleep, or I'm installing a better security system.”

 

Bringing it close, his eyes widen when his nose catches a scent—one that has him groaning and his omega perking in delight. 

 

He's not going to go to sleep tonight.

 

No wait, HOW THE FUCK did this bastard get his address?!?

 

He opens the letter with shaky (why is he shaky?) fingers and skims it quickly. Blinking once, twice, he rereads it carefully.

 

Chuuya's brain has to still be sleeping because this isn't what he thinks it is.

 

‘To the shortest detective I had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting,

 

Never have I ever thought I'd ever see myself writing to the law, let alone a small yapping dog, but if I can be frank, you captivated my attention. 

 

I despise it with a burning passion, but try as I might, I can't seem to ignore the chase. I'm curious about you, sweetheart. And I have a small hunch, like yourself, that you are feeling the same. Can't get the taste of your lips off of mine or the noises I got out of you back at the museum out of my head.

 

And should I mention your scent?

 

What it does to me?

 

It's not logical, even ludicrous, to think I wouldn't be caught one way or another, but driving you crazy wins the risks. Let's play, darling.

 

After all, you caused this, chibi. Time to make do with your actions. I'll be looking forward to our next rendezvous.

 

Yours Truly,

                     –D.O’

 

 

He lies back onto the pillows, body growing warmer and uncomfortably wet from the declaration. 

 

This man, this thief, he can't be serious?!

 

Right?

 

He feels himself purr, but that's the least of his problems because his detective brain has activated over a small detail.

 

He got a name. 

 

The thief gave Chuuya what Akutagawa had been struggling to find since the beginning of the investigation. Initials, actually, but it's a start.

 

D.O

 

Chuuya removes his hands from his flushed face, contemplating now on what he should do next.

 

If anyone who is so dedicated to the law received this type of letter, they would have turned it in as evidence and used themselves as bait to lure the other out with no way to escape.

 

Yes, that's what Chuuya should do. It's his obligation to do the right thing.

 

But why does a part of himself–he's not talking about his omega here– is so deeply against it?

 

Despite being a criminal, here is a man interested in him. Not as the detective or as an omega, but as him, Chuuya. 

 

And like how it's written (jerk), Chuuya's also curious. He wants to see the face behind the scent.

 

“It's wrong…” he mumbles into his pillow. “Why couldn't they be a regular alpha? With a normal life?”

 

‘Because they're boring jerks and none have caught you the way he did.’

 

He can't argue with that.

 

Looking at the time again, 3:20 am, he releases another body-exhausting groan. He's not gonna think about it anymore, not during the devil's hour.

 

It'll have him making stupid decisions, and no one would be there to stop him.

 

Ignoring the elephant in his bed, he gets comfortable again, bringing the covers all the way to his nose and curling on one of the pillows. It's not long to know he's out like a light after that, light snores filling the room.

 

(Chuuya refuses to admit it was the lingering smell of apples/sandalwood, and tobacco at his side that soothed him to the best sleep he's ever had.)

Notes:

Regarding what i wrote in the beginning note;
I can't exactly say when I'll be dropping chapters (considering I'm working with two other stories and dealing with life) but I can say it'll be worth the long wait.

I'm teasing myself with a series but that might be like chapters that weren't able to make it into the full story or slice of life oneshots.

See you all in the next update!

Chapter 4: IV

Summary:

Weeks have passed since the last letter but came in the odd pattern of envelopes at the most random night times for Chuuya.

Notes:

After semi resting from burnt out, I'm back with another chapter. Was gonna push but felt ok to post.

Please Enjoy!! 💙🥹

Weeks have passed since the last letter but came in the odd pattern of envelopes at the most random night times for Chuuya.

 

With very explicit letters in them.

 

Chuuya lost count how many times he had done laundry for not only his boxers but for his sheets also when the heat became too consuming to ignore.

 

Goddamn, he's going to have a sudden addiction if this man doesn't quit it. With the way he soaks, it's almost as if he's going through his usual heat with no pause button.

 

Although, he sleeps way quicker than he usually would and his omega feels satisfied to where it's not snapping for the lack of attention.

 

“There's not much to pin where the next crime would be but our next bet would be the exhibition for the annual celebration of their opening.” Akutagawa says, adding a sticky note to the board of papers.

 

Chuuya blinks back to the present, pen in between his lips as his hands finally shuffle his paperwork. “Anniversary already?” He slumps in his chair “Let me guess, we're invited again?” 

 

“It would seem not this time.” The black haired alpha says, surprising the omega. “It went to Tachihara and Gin this time, but I'll be there to keep an eye in case.”

 

The lack of words from Chuuya has Akutagawa rolling his eyes. “I'm aware it's not something I would do but with the amount of crimes these parasites are doing we may have a lead or a name at least.”

 

Ah yes, another small detail Chuuya forgot to mention…he never gave the initials. He never gave them the letters.

 

How could he? Those aren't for the faint hearted and Chuuya would rather go to events and other public outings himself than have the detectives read what that bastard wrote for and about him.

 

Waking up he did his own research, not much to go by but should have anticipated the amount of D.O's that had popped up on his laptop screen detailing how most were already dead and a few probably living all over Japan–instant migraine.

 

It's not like he can scout and do his own private investigation without anyone getting suspicious, but the bastard isn't making things easy. 

 

If only he can find a way to lure him out–

 

“Guys! It's time for fan mail!!” Higuchi comes in with a bright smile, carrying in her arms what looks to be a huge pile of paperwork and cards. Chuuya can bet they're mostly for his gloomy partner who is deliberately ignoring the room but the omega does have his share of admirers.

 

At least they're not balloons and plushies with lingering pheromones again–a waste.

 

“Time for that too?” Chuuya steps around to help her with his share. Yup, just cards and envelopes for him. “Boss really is generous with the people to let this keep going how long it has.”

 

“Great public image he would say but at least he made sure it didn't go overboard like last time.”

 

Ah, how to forget the best laugh he got out of it. If he thought his gifts and mail were bad at least he wasn't Albatross and Tachihara who received gags and other bdsm materials with detailed scenarios each.

 

Both alphas got so paranoid and conducted their own investigation on who was the person behind it but concluded the case cold after no luck. The Flags and the Black Lizards never let mail day pass without a “Let's see if you got new toys to play with.”

 

What a memorable day in the station.

 

Chuuya snickers, “Sad, we need more moments like those if I'm gonna be honest.” He skims through the pile “Although with how long they were going at it and nearly driving everyone to the wall, maybe it was for the b–”

 

He halts his sentence when a familiar looking envelope invades his vision. Heart beating fast, he hopes his scent doesn't–

 

“Is everything alright, Chuuya?” the Alpha asks in a hidden concern tone getting near the frozen omega. “Your scent is…off.”

 

Shit.

 

“You got tense all of a sudden, sir.” Higuchi says next, stepping on his left “Is there another harassment card in the pile? Maybe I'll start sending them to the boss first before scattering them around.”

 

Oh fuck.

 

“N–no, I just..uh..remembered how I may have left something unattended at home.” He stumbles out before swiftly placing the envelope in his inner coat pocket. He turns face to face with confused and unbelieving eyes. Lightening his scent to ease the worry away, he smiles “Really, it slipped my mind but if you'll excuse me, I need to make a brief phone call.”

 

He doesn't wait for an answer, swiftly stepping out of the room to head to one of the staff bathrooms. Making sure no one is in the stalls, he shoves himself into one and rips the envelope open. His omega swoons at the scent while his heart thunders in his chest, irritation and nerves bubble in his stomach as his eyes read through;

 

'To the shorty in the obnoxious uniform,

 

Figured you'd like the change of scenery if I were to send you during the day but if I'm going to be completely honest, it sucks.

 

However, despite the joy I find myself in coming up with so many things to torment you in such a public place, I would be generous just for today and withhold it.

 

Can't have other alphas chasing a sluggish pup. It'll only shorten them to stupidity.

 

So why not let you in on a small secret!

 

Would you save me another dance at tonight's exhibition?

 

We can even pick up where we left off, if you know what I mean?’

 

There's no signature this time but it doesn't stop his brain from working overtime and body warming at the same time.

 

Why is it that when he was thinking he was going to finally get some rest something always interferes with it?

 

Stupid fucking shitty bastard.

 

After making sure his scent isn't stronger than usual, Chuuya steps out of the stall to splash some water to cool down. Casually walking out, he makes it back to his office with the alpha being its sole intruder. Higuchi must've gone to deliver the rest of the mail.

 

He looks up in time for Chuuya to declare “All is good and since I have no plans tonight why don't I accompany you to the exhibition too?” He offers a cocky grin “I have to give those stupid phantoms my thanks for what they've done back at the museum.”

 

Akutagawa stares hard to detect any lies or reason but Chuuya is a master of persuasion and controlled faces. His partner won't find anything on him no matter how much he looks. The alpha sighs and returns back to his desk.

 

“Friday 8:00 pm. Do try to be there on time?”

 

Chuya nods, patting his chest where the letter is hidden “You can count on me. Just watch, they wont know what hit them having us back in the scene.”

 

It doesn't alert any noise nor does Akutagawa question the minor scent change. The alpha shrugs it off to go back to his reports, no time nor business to snoop on other people's daily life when he has criminals to lock behind bars. Chuuya focuses back on finishing his signature, alpha bastard shoved all the way to the back.

 

---

 

“You know, I thought I would have to find ways to entertain Gin and myself for the rest of the night but the added numbers are welcoming.”

 

Chuuya snorts, “You probably were thinking of some excuse to leave early and have boss send Kaiji or Higuchi to fill your place.”

 

“He couldn't come up with a good one before we got here.” Gin says, taking a sip of her drink “Not even his secret admirer can get him out.”

 

“Gin! Don't say that shit out loud. It'll ruin anyone coming my way!”

 

“No, your future partner has already done that. I'm merely stating facts.”

 

Chuuya laughs at his colleague’s pale face and whines as Akutagawa snorts quietly by his sister's side. Like promised, Chuuya made it and decided to meet with their other colleagues before parting ways to do their part of the plan. Mori didn't have an issue with it since it'll bring a good reputation to the force by having more of his officers in the field.

 

Tachihara and Gin were already expecting Akutagawa there but seeing Chuuya tagging along was a head scratch of confusion. Yet neither pressed on it, just welcomed.

 

Nevertheless, like how Tachihara stated; it's boring as hell. They really aren't doing much, just lingering on the sides, occasionally walking around chatting among themselves or guests. Boring in all capitals.

 

Though some portraits are nice to look at.

 

Chuuya faces his quiet partner “Anything we should look out for before we disperse?”

 

The alpha contemplates the words “Sources say they'll try to aim for one of the paintings the exhibition had recently displayed but it could be some of the artifacts that's drawn most of the public's attention.” he frowns in thought “We should keep an eye on both things to avoid casualties.”

 

“Well if that's the case, I'll head over to the paintings. We can switch after an hour at most.”

 

The alpha nods, Chuuya then turns to his other colleagues “Well I'll be seeing you, keep alert. If anything comes up, radio us to come back.”

 

They nod and wish each other luck. Chuuya makes his way through the crowd to where he sets himself for the rest of the hour. One way or another he’ll capture that thief for the harassment he's done.

 

---

 

Nothing. In the seconds that have passed, nothing has happened.

 

Chuuya can feel a throb on his temple for the sheer irritation and anger bubbling in him for what could have been a prank done. How the fuck did he fall for such a shitty act?!

 

If he had ignored it, by now he would've been at home in his pajamas finishing his last remains of red wine while enjoying his self care routine.

 

But noooo, justice called and had him skipping all that for an agonizing boring night with people who can't take a hint and let him be while chasing an idiot who is skyrocketing on his list of temper rises.

 

Not much to go by but the stupid jerk placed himself comfortably on top.

 

He's about to call Akutagawa when a sudden noise teaches his ears. The omega turns to the location, at first didn't spot anything abnormal but can make out a random shadow skipping away.

 

Yes people skipping, he's not exhausted enough to hallucinate on stupid shit.

 

Adrenaline rushing, he makes through the crowd again, eyes never leaving his target. He runs after the other when mobility becomes free.

 

“STOP RIGHT THERE!!” He shouts, command completely going to deaf ears by the thief still running. Screams are heard behind him but he's too far away to distinguish the problem happening in the other room.

 

‘Leaving it to you, Ryu.’

 

---

 

Zigs zaps till he somehow reaches the roof's greenhouse, no escape now. Yet somehow there's no sign of him. Chuuya does a light sniff, fresh flowers and dirt reach but in the mist another does as well.

 

He's prepared this time, like hell he'll repeat the same mistake.

 

“Nowhere to run. Come out with your hands up, right now.” He hisses, eyes darting attentively “We don't need to escalate the whole thing because of your shitty antics, you shitty bas–”

 

“Oh boo! And here I was trying to recreate our last meeting.” a voice says cheerfully.

 

Chuuya turns around quickly but his vision is yet again obscured by a gloved hand pushing him to the glass wall. He kicks and punches the alpha away, gleefully sneering when a few grunts are heard but the man is quick to slide between his legs and pin an arm. His other arm continues till it's trapped between them.

 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

 

“What a mouth! Do you treat everyone this way or am I just getting special treatment?”

 

“Get off me! You're fucking heavy, you idiot.”

 

“In a bit slug, but first~”

 

Chuuya feels a pair of cool lips landing on his, body freezing with how they smoothly slide his. A tongue prods and with little hesitation, he allows it. An approved rumble resonates on him causing a purr to be loose.

 

Shit! He's supposed to apprehended the man, not make out with him AGAIN!?

 

With all his might, he twists his head and tries to free one limb to push him away. A mistake he'll soon realize when his palm meets firm muscle over the shirt and lips and canines move down his neck. Hands roam hungrily, no shame where they land.

 

His omega is floored with the attention, body can't help but make his scent sweeter than it has been. The alphas scent mingles with his in response, both intoxicating and arousing Chuuya fears he won't be able to stop what happens next.

 

He clenches his eyes but pops them right open when he notices the breeze hitting. Turning so fast that it nearly gave him whiplash, blue eyes widened on what greets him.

 

Eyes, dark as the night with a slight red tint look back: one exposed, another masked. Hair wavy and soft looking–dark, brunette–covered by a black hideous hat with a purple feather in it, oddly matching the whole black and purple suit and coat. Lips pulled back in a rouge smirk showing off glistening canines.

 

The omega gawks as the alpha stands to full height. He stared, no thoughts in his head, only repairs being done to reboot. The alpha croons at the stunned redhead, enjoying the first impression.

 

“Hello, darling. Nice to finally meet you~”

 

Akutagawa didn't say the Phantom Thief's ring leader was going to be this attractive?!

Notes:

I've been repeating Sleep Tokens "Even in Arcadia" and not gonna lie, most songs are so "YTMS" it's helping me fuel for future chapters.

Chapter 5: V

Summary:

Life was meaningless....

Notes:

Hi, wasn't expecting to upload but felt like it was too long to not lol

Hope you guys enjoy it! The amount of edits I had to make for it to fit with the future chapters were a headache 😭 but I'm happy with its results ^.^

Life was meaningless.

 

At least to Dazai, it was. There's not a single day that has passed where it could ‘wow’ him back to his existence. Very boring, very repetitive.

 

He can't say where it started exactly or blame it on trauma to cause the view–childhood was decent and normal as one can say, not counting the bullying that is– but he felt like he was missing something. 

 

What may that be? He doesn't know.

 

‘Maybe when I present, a change would come,’ he would say to himself. The brunette didn't care about the dynamic; many never saw him as someone worth acknowledging to help navigate.

 

He could give a rat's ass about it. Never had before, he won't now.

 

Being a beta would be nice, walking around without a care in the world with no standard ruts or heats to worry about. He can try giving life another chance if that is the result.

 

He presented as an alpha instead.

 

….fuck life.

 

If many expected it, they made no motion to act surprised or joyed—Dazai wasn't. He resented the dynamic, resented it even more before having a hunch that's what his body was leading to after many bullies and adults found him unnerving when he would brush himself off the ground and glare with no minimal effort while unknowingly releasing pheromones–unwelcoming putrid pheromones many would whisper.

 

The dominance he felt right after was like a drug for him, but it came with a heavy price–isolation being one of them.

 

And bad crowds too.

 

Trying many things during his teenage years was a social experiment, but not an unwelcome one. Smoking, sleeping around, even a few robberies, to see if it can spark something in him, to be proud of his alpha status.

 

It just gave him bad habits.

 

Ones that triggered his depression even further, resulting in his suicidal habits to come clinging to his arms–no pun for that. Didn't even know he had it to begin with till his friend pointed it out when he was 16.

 

“Going down this road is just going to be a never-ending hell for you.” Oda would say after taking a sip of his whiskey. “Why not try exploring out of that cycle and focus on another goal?”

 

“And that would be... what, exactly?” Dazai would say distractedly, finger numbly pushing down his ice ball in the half-empty tumbler. It's kinda relaxing for him to do, mind going blank as he slumps cheek-faced in the bar.

 

“Maybe try searching for your partner? No harm in turning that into a goal.” The other alpha would suggest with a pat on his shoulder.

 

If only it were that easy.

 

During his childhood, many of the other kids stirred away from him like a contaminated plague wherever he went. Some girls were brave enough to approach, but it wouldn't last long before they would run and not turn back. Whispers about his eyes and demeanor were the reason for it. 

 

No one wanted to be around someone who was considered a soulless pup or a broken alpha.

 

His parents tried to get him involved in the family elite parties in hopes of a connection, but it was the same result. His mother, bless her heart, supported and cheered for him until her sudden passing from an unknown disease, leaving him with his father who spent most of his childhood busy with work.

 

Unforgiving.

 

Neglected from late childhood to the beginning of his teenage years all the way to adulthood, he gave up. On perfection and the concept of companionship because like the whispers of his past, it followed him to the present, uncaring if his appearance changed–An attractive, tall, and enigmatic alpha who many men and women still swooned for yet scrambled away due to his haunting scent.

 

Bad trouble will only follow if you were to be in his perimeter, new whispers would say, wherever he would pass.

 

Dazai carried that belief for over 26 years until suddenly, the unexpected happened. A whiff of sweetness and seductiveness, his alpha, curiously enough, stopped the brunette in his tracks to hunt the source. A mess in the making because when they both found it, it was too good to be true.

 

Let Dazai explain his side of things that dreadful (wrong!) night.

 

The job was supposed to be easy: sneak in, grab the diamond, then bail before the lights came back on. They’ve done it multiple times, none unsuccessful. His group of thieves was notorious for rebellious streaks–a group of misunderstood individuals wanting to find a place in the world, yet left to fend for themselves. A proud group to be part of.

 

It did not go that way.

 

That night, he was paired with the youngest of their group, Nakajima Atsushi: 24, omega, sweet but a real menace when on his bad side. Dazai grew a soft spot for him, but nowhere near intimate. Borderlines more on the little brother than an actual partner in life.

 

“You take care of the lights, then meet with Yosano to grab as many things as you guys can. We'll meet in the back alley where Ranpo is waiting for us with the car.” He had said, fixing his gloves, “If you feel eyes on you, blend with the crowd till you lose them.” 

 

Atsushi nodded. He's nervous, but again, not the first time for either of them. “See you later and be careful. That cop is here roaming the area.”

 

Dazai smirks, “Come now, do you think I’ll be stupid enough to linger with him around?”

 

Both men don't waste time, each going their separate ways. They roam, but once the lights come and people begin panicking, Dazai manages to sneak into the auction room–so many rarities are displayed, but one is what he's here for.

 

A beautiful blood-red diamond with minor hints of white if shined correctly, one he'd seen during many online interviews: Lamb's Heart.

 

Eye-catching and extremely gorgeous, many demand to possess this fine gem. 

 

He snatches it like candy, carefully tucking it into his coat before running out of the room. Ranpo had outside help with the cameras, making everything go perfectly. 

 

At least it should've been when that scent came after him with a shout. “Stop right there!!”

 

‘Shit!’ is what rings in his head as he continues running and dodging. He makes it inside a random statue-covered room, squatting behind one. Waits till the other comes, but is completely entranced to sneak back out.

 

Fuck him and his alpha, no amount of bleach can remove the sight to forget.

 

Short, well-kept strawberry/blonde hair curling all over. A very peculiar hairstyle but oddly fitting. The person's suit hugs his frame so well, that the thoughts that come floating in Dazai's head are not for the innocent. 

 

And his scent?

 

His alpha is demanding to get near, and for once, Dazai doesn't ignore the instinct. Creeping behind, he bites back a chuckle from the man's continued irritation. He's gonna be fun to mess with.

 

A shame what he does next, but he can't let himself be seen just yet, can't ruin the moment with his appearance. Quick as a flash, he restrained the yelping cop—fighting back a twitch from how cute it sounded—covering his eyes and pulling the redhead towards him to avoid the surprising struggle.

 

The man is rowdy, and with a quick sniff, it's enough for Dazai to be thrown into another surprising loop. That spark he's been searching for? Flares in him with an overwhelming speed. 

 

What is this?

 

“My~ isn't this a surprise? I wasn't told another cop was going to join in tonight.” 

 

Because the cop he has in his arms...

 

“Let alone them being an omega,” Dazai says in a low rumble, pointed nose trails over the shorter male's ear. The shiver it brings out causes the alpha to roar in triumph, “a short, temporal yet annoyingly interesting omega.”

 

Is a male omega who is annoyingly causing his alpha to claim on the spot. That should only happen when…he finally found his fated mate.

 

Gross.

 

---

 

That night ended with more achievements than he'd ever sought. Yosano and Atsushi got many paintings to resell, he got the diamond to add to his collection, plus the lingering fresh taste of the detective's lips and sweet noises.

 

That spark has yet to fade from his whole body, vibrating like a satisfying orgasm from the many late nights he's ventured.

 

He's disturbed and at a loss. On one hand, he wants to go back and find him again to arouse the feeling, but on the other hand? The alpha wants to bash his head into concrete because there is no way this is happening.

 

No way did he find his mate at the drop of a hat and a law hound no less.

 

He's pacing, not knowing another presence has entered the room with him. The beta watches in amusement but grows bored after a few seconds. He sighs, “Why not write to him? What’s the worst that can happen?”

 

“He's a cop, Ranpo. Worst case would be him using it as evidence to track any of us down. He may have already told our friendly cop about the encounter.” Dazai says before slumping on the sofa with a whine, “Why is this happening to me?! My life was better with no annoying omegas flanking around.”

 

“We both know that ain't true, but eh, not my place to argue.” He says nonchalantly, “And second, I don't think he's going to say anything. Imagine how that would look for him. Fancy Pants is a respectable guy from what I heard, he won't let this tarnish what he made for himself.”

 

Dazai removes his arm to look at Ranpo, the green-eyed man staring back, plopping a chocolate kiss in his mouth. It's silent before, “Are you really motivating me to do this?

 

The black-haired man shrugs, “Will it stop this 1 am pacing? Some of us want to sleep and not hear you bitch and groan.”

 

He pouts and throws a pillow at his offender, who sees it coming and throws one back. They go back and forth till Yosano comes down and snaps at them for the constant noise. Never let it be known men aren't afraid of women, especially if they aren't getting their beauty sleep.

 

A new mission is in motion.

 

The alpha, after dragging the beta with him, goes to the omega's apartment, directions courtesy of the beta himself. He forces Ranpo to wait for him while he goes to the door, tempted to knock until the omega comes out in person, but shoves the urge down.

 

Dropping the envelope down, he knocks for a good minute before shifting them in demanding knocks, where Ranpo had to come and drag the other away.

 

It may have been his idea, but the beta would have preferred to be at home rather than be caught with his idiotic friend by the same cop who is chasing them.

 

After that night and with no police activity looking for them (excluding their usual heists), night after night at most random times, Dazai would come, leave an envelope, and then vanish. Every letter detailing his thoughts, desires, and many more things, he has no shame in admitting what he would love to do to the omega. His curiosity is sparked, and there's no way it can go away now.

 

Dazai knows his friends are aware of his distraction and know he's far too gone to stop the chase, but it's not like this new problem is going to stop him from causing mischief with them.

 

He's the ring leader of the Phantom Thieves after all, it'd be odd if he didn't partake in any robberies.

 

How else will he find the perfect gift for the prideful detective?

 

But this last one, he's bold enough to send it during daylight to the actual station itself. A new job is in the works with the exhibition’s anniversary, and what better way to celebrate than with the redhead disgustingly invading his mind?

 

A little near the celebration’s end, he separates from Yosano, who switched with Atsushi after the white-haired man had his heat come during the week. Ranpo is taking care of him in the meantime with Poe at his side. Both foresaw the chaos through the cameras.

 

A painting in Yosano's hands and gorgeous artifacts in a few bags, it's a miracle they are able to sneak it out in time before anyone can notice what they've done. Lights shutting off is just for dramatic effect.

 

Well, almost in time.

 

Skip in his step, his body tense when the sound of running is heard behind. He and his alpha both know who it is. Running now, he laughs giddily at the irritated “STOP RIGHT THERE!!”

 

One thing led to another, and Dazai found themselves on the building’s roof greenhouse, pinning yet again his beloved torture. Shrieks and snarls are silenced with lips, his alpha croons at the returned gesture, scent spiking and reaching out to mingle with a sweeter one. What he does next can either be the best mistake he's made or the worst.

 

He relaxes his palm on the detective's eyes, giving the omega enough movement to shrug it off and see him. The brunette waits patiently, but when his eyes connect to a lovely dark shade of blue, it's safe to say that during these past 26 years, this might be the first time he might be in love.

 

Agonizing 

 

Because blue eyes don't stare back in disgust, fear, or belittling his existence, blue eyes stare in pure shock, innocence, and curiosity. Even detect a small dose of lust in them.

 

His chest swells, and with a low tone, he says, “Hello, darling. Nice to finally meet you~”

 

The scent surrounding them has never caused Dazai to be so high and fascinated in his miserable life.

Notes:

A few things, this story was originally going to be 6 chapters so I didn't really think much on how it was going to be after. You guys will see what i mean after the 6th.

Blooming it into a full story, I want to say there will be a chapter in the future where it might be confusing but i can reassure an explanation will be given. 🙂‍↕️

Chapter 6: VI

Summary:

Minutes or hours may have passed but the omega can't seem to glance away.

Notes:

Hi uh I'm back!! Happy pride!! 🥳

I'm so happy with this chapter, hope you all love it too!!

Minutes or hours may have passed but the omega can't seem to glance away. The alpha is no better, eyes roaming all over Chuuya, he has to bite back a shiver and whine from how those eyes darken.

 

Attraction aside, Chuuya has a job to do and that's to arrest the man in front of him. With a profound strength, the omega breaks out of the brunette's hold, stunning the man in place. With a swift pull of his cuffs, he takes hold of a bandaged wrist and twists the man around. The brunette blinking at the sudden move, lets it happen.

 

The omega huffs and for a moment falters at the submission but shakes it off. He can't afford to question it.

 

“You are hereby under arrest for robbery and treason. Anything you say will be held against you in the court–”

 

He's cut off when he hears snickers above him. His eyes twitch when he meets eyes over a black-clad shoulder. He sneers at the alpha, kicking the back of his leg to drop him to his knees. The alpha makes a sound but he's still laughing.

 

“The fuck is so funny, asshole?”

 

The thief cheekily smiles at him, it's clear he's enjoying the omega's frustration. “You still haven't answered my question, darling.” He shuffles on his knees to face the perplexed omega. He doesn't get far with how the detective has a firm grip on his coat “Do you treat all your arrests this way or am I just special?”

 

Chuuya blinks stupidly at the cheeky man before his eyes narrow “Don't consider yourself special, you lunatic. You deserve it after all the trouble you and your band of mischief have been causing to my partner and the rest of the force.”

 

“Oh my, sorry not sorry for it.” Dazai shrugs “Maybe he should try to do better than running headless in places he has no reason to be at.” He rolls his eyes before a bored face takes over “If he can't do his job right, he should just quit. Don't think the police need incompetent alphas running around.”

 

It comes so fast, Dazai is amazed at the lack of pain blooming. The punch Chuuya threw at him should cause irritation to erupt but it gives the opposite. His blood rises, yes but it comes in a form of a twisted sense of mixed challenge and arousal from the omega's overprotective response. His head is still turned, licking the blood that waters at his lips. It'll be a mistake to let it drip here where evidence is easy to gather.

 

A rookie mistake.

 

“If you know what's good for you, shut the fuck up.” Chuuya hisses out, scent now taking an unpleasant burn “You have no idea the struggle he went through to get where he is at.”

 

“Ah, but contrary to what you believe, I actually do know,” Dazai says with a wide-hinged smile. Eyes cold and dark, Chuuya doesn't dare look away from the danger “You see, police and thieves are quite the same. Both trying to make a name for themselves in a doomed forsaken world where standards are ridiculously high. Some achieve the status while others die trying, stupid." He inches closer to the omega, nuzzling his face in fabric-covered thighs. Dazai can feel the muscle jump underneath. He smiles, glancing up to startled blue “After all, isn't that the struggle you had to go through as well? How did that climb treat you?”

 

“S-shut up! You and I are nothing alike. What does someone breaking the law continuously know about struggle?” He stutters out, face flushing from the close proximity. He should've ignored the man and called Akutagawa right away to come take him away, not engulfed in his stupid comments or lose his temper. “You don't care about right or wrong, just love causing headaches wherever you go.”

 

“Oh, but we are, sweetheart. And I'll keep reminding you each time we meet. As for the law, you're right about it but I have personal reasons for it.” He says in a low tone, face shifting in danger signs rising in Chuuya “Although there are some rewards to it, mind if I show you?”

 

Chuuya can barely register the question when he's suddenly thrown on his back. His head lands on a gloved cushion forcing him to look up at amused eyes. His cuffs dangle in the thief's finger. 

 

No NOT again!!

 

He twists but the weight comes back down on him before he can escape. Legs parted on either side of a narrow waist, Chuuya can feel his face flush to the max when the alpha settles at ease. 

 

The moon is their only source of light shining down upon them, giving Dazai a clear image of the redhead's cherry-flushed face. Such an ethereal sight belonging to a loud sailor mouth chibi. 

 

The alpha wants to do so many bad things to him.

 

“Oh goodness, dear officer~ This look suits you so well.” He playfully closes in on the omega, scent coming back sweeter and shy. It's so salivating. “It almost makes me act so improper.”

 

“As if you haven't been doing it already, you..you mackerel!” Chuuya shrieks at him, twisting harder to escape. He pauses when two things happen: 1. His movements are brushing against a very noticeable lump and 2. Laughter is coming out from the alpha.

 

“Mackerel?! My, you're a creative one aren't you, chibi?” Dazai laughs brightly. If Chuuya had met the man in different circumstances, he would have swooned and marveled at how boyish and carefree that laughter sounded. 

 

But this isn't a perfect world and the alpha isn't a normal citizen but a criminal.

 

His omega needs to understand that but it's almost as if he's arguing with a void with how it ignores Chuuya and sighs dreamily at the alpha.

 

Not one to lose a fight he tries harder to escape but the alpha has other plans. He shamelessly meets his thrusts with his own hips causing a gasp to come out of the omega.

 

“What are you—”

 

“Like I said in my past letters that I'm sure you've read and deeply enjoyed–

 

“No, I haven't!!”

 

“You cause my interest darling. In ways I deeply dislike but oddly intriguing. My alpha won't stop being annoying if it doesn't have a taste.”

 

……

 

“The fuck are you on about again?!” the redhead screeches “Get the fuck off me or you'll be facing worst charges that will follow you to the next life.”

 

“I'll take the risk if it's a yapper like you doing the arresting.”

 

Chuuya's again silenced from screaming profanities at the man by soft lips descending on him. He tries one last time to push the man away but is taken by surprise when the alpha pauses and surprises him by releasing comforting pheromones. Chuuya knows it's a trick most alphas with bad intentions do to trick their prey into submission but this alpha on him has shown, behind bizarre actions, that he's genuinely interested in him.

 

It causes a flutter to stir in his heart at the realization.

 

Many things run and fly in his mind. The oath he took in bringing justice and safety to the city is digging its stakes in his brain to come back to rationally. To push, hit, and drag the man to the station to end the wild goose chase he and his group have caused them.

 

That's what he should be doing, it's his job. 

 

But fuck, he wants to let go and give himself a chance to be embraced by another human being, consumed in a way he became envious in hearing others brag from their significant others. Just once he wants to experience that feeling.

 

He'll pretend for now they're normal civilians. 

 

Melting fully, arms are pulled out from their captivity and wrapped over broad shoulders. The omega eagerly responds in the same hunger the alpha gives him, soft purrs meet softer croons.

 

Gasps and whimpers are added to the mix when hips rub deliciously against him again. Eyes rolling back, he's growing wetter by the second from the groans the brunette struggles to keep in. Chuuya lets his hands wander all around the growling body before settling them on the phantom's hips, encouraging the brunette more.

 

“Darling~” Dazai croaks on his neck, nibbles, and sucks getting sloppier as his hips move faster and harder on his covered center. Chuuya whines, stars flashing behind closed lids. “God, I think I'm gonna lose my mind here.”

 

If anyone were to stumble on them doing sinful acts in public like horny teenagers, in a well-cared-for greenhouse, they would both be charged with public indecency. But both men aren't thinking about the consequences at the moment nor care to try.

 

Chuuya's mind is so far away that he barely acknowledges the breeze on his now-exposed lower half. When he does, the omega freezes under the alpha’s stare–full of sinful hunger that has yet to be satisfied. His slick drips more down his thighs he trembles at how those eyes follow.

 

He should put a stop to this now—

 

“As much as I want to admire this glistening pussy before me, time is running out.” The alpha says adjusting the omega's legs over his shoulders “I need a good snack before I head out.”

 

“Wha–wait!”

 

But all protests die right after.

 

Chuuya throws his head back when the first lick comes, mewling louder when more come after. It should be a crime for someone to be this good with their tongue. It licks and prods, circling on his clit in repeats, the omega's hands can't help but dig into soft locks as his cunt produces more slick from the overwhelming pleasure running through his body.

 

So hot, so messy, it makes his head spin with every swipe. His outer lips have never been this stretched and massaged so tenderly, omega is screaming in ecstasy from the building pressure he feels in his lower abdomen.

 

“W–wait, I..if you…oh god..keep this up..ah..I'm gonna–”

 

“Go for it darling, I'm hungry remember?”

 

He shuts his eyes tight but they spring open when he feels something slipping that feels too solid in his hole. A finger, long and curling at the right spot, has his legs trembling and crying out. The pressure rushing higher with each squelch and thrust he's gaining. It's too much.

 

“I…I'm gonna–”

 

His words are cut from a loud pitched moan he's never heard himself let out. Body arching painfully, the omega clenches at the finger tight as he squirts on the man's face. The alpha slurps every drop, groaning at the sweet invasion his mouth refuses to stop consuming.

 

He aches, legs might gain a cramp but oh lord wasn't that so good?!

 

Not even during his heats can he let out such an out-of-body orgasm. Fighting to get his breathing under control, he purrs and sighs at the feeling of being licked clean. Small bites on his thighs almost cause him to shove the head away but he's so boneless and satiated, Chuuya allows it just this once.

 

The alpha does one last lick, happy pheromones invade the air from the lack of mess. He lowers Chuuya's legs down and fixes him back up before crawling on top of him. He smiles proudly, nuzzling his nose in an eskimo kiss. “Now that I've made my point, I'm off. Till next time detective.”

 

Chuuya scoffs, not yet ready to face reality; he drags the man down for one last kiss, groaning with responsive eagerness. Chuuya can't find any disgust in tasting himself on those moist lips. They part with their spit connecting them. Chuuya confidently moves his hand down to the thief's hard erection, squeezing him perfectly before threatening “If I catch you doing more crimes, don't think I'll let you get away.”

 

The alpha moans, chasing the hand lingering one last squeeze. He smirks down at him, canines causing a tremble to shoot out of the omega “I'll be looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

 

Chuuya doesn't stop the man from pushing away, doesn't look away with how he adjusts his trousers for his raging bulge and he doesn't stop the heart skips nor the rising scent he emotes when the alpha winks back at him before disappearing down a pipeline.

 

He searches for an ounce of regret in what transpired but surprisingly there's none. The voices don't haunt or belittle him for the crime he’s done giving him room to breathe.

 

But he does regret not asking for the man's name instead of continuing to guess his initials.

Notes:

Moving foward, the actual story begins 🥳

I kid you not, I had to think hard of how I wanna do this while also keeping in mind it's with dynamics. The amount of meltdowns I've had to rewrite and add things was diabolical but it has a plot 😂

Thank you all for the feedback, kudos and love this story has been receiving and hope to see you in the next chapter!!

Chapter 7: VII

Summary:

He doesn't fucking know anymore.

Notes:

Not gonna lie, was not expecting to wait this long on uploading– Twitter's algorithm being a mental drain is to blame–but it was nice mini break(Tumblr is quite healing ^.^). Had to make sure the plot made sense 🤷‍♀️

Please enjoy the official story line 🙏^.^

Weeks passed for Chuuya to begin feeling the guilt kicking in. Took it's time to get there, or was it there already?

 

He doesn't fucking know anymore.

 

“You know, bashing your head on the desk will cause more dents than solutions,” Albatross says on his right, munching on a rice ball he stole from the redhead's bento. Chuuya can't muster the energy to scold or fight for it back from him.

 

He can only groan, hitting his forehead a few more times before the alpha sighs, having reached his patience limit with his best friend.

 

“Alright, spit it out. What's got you so sour these past few weeks?” He says putting the ball back on the dish. No response, but Albatross is known to push till someone snaps. “Seriously, Chuu, no one wants to say it, but you're acting differently. Your scent is different too, stinking the room rather than aromatic.” He frowns. “Is your omega being difficult again?”

 

Rude, but he makes no motion to snap back; instead, Chuuya squeezes his eyes shut because yes and no. His omega has been silent since he snapped at it for the constant whining it was making to search for the brunette. The way its ears fell back and hunched in on itself made Chuuya feel ashamed, but he couldn't find the strength to apologize. He already gave in more than what he should have, crossed a line he was never supposed to, and now he is stuck with the dilemma and fear for his job and judgment from his colleagues for keeping quiet for this long.

 

The weight is so heavy on him, like cinder blocks; he can't seem to break out of them. 

 

As for his scent? He does not stink! Turns out (after a small dive to the internet during late nights under bedsheets) that's the result of what happens when he lets an alpha bathe him in such intimacy. He's sweeter, yes, and most avoid him (a relief), but now it's a major incoming collision when the questions began to rise. They all believe he's fully claimed.

 

Some startled, others flabbergasted–he fights down the urge to feel offended–but they couldn't be farther from the truth.

 

Akutagawa keeps his distance, Chuuya almost guesses he got caught, but the alpha just stated, “It's nothing personal, your scent is causing my alpha to submit away from you.” he wrinkles his nose, mumbling "How odd, can't pinpoint why it smells...familiar..."

 

Chuuya spend his whole break spraying himself with his emergency cologne after that in hopes of a scent cover –it just earned him weird looks. His friends don't know whether to corner and ask or pull their own investigation with every dodge he gives.

 

'Anything but that!' He moaned out when he overheard.

 

Yes, it's odd for him to do but he's not gonna crack. Should've been more prepared for it considering how the brunette isn't like a regular alpha. And Chuuya’s not gonna dive into an alpha philosophy to understand better. Or on fated mates.

 

Sigh, such a troublesome and mystery dynamic.

 

“It's nothing, work has been all over the place, and no, it's not my heat.” He says, looking over his friend, “It's not time yet." He slumps on the desk "As for my omega…it's been behaving. Not on its usual demands.”

 

‘After I shut it up, it's worried about making another mistake,’ he would say mentally.

 

Albatross doesn't seem to believe him, and before Chuuya tries to convince him more, Lippmann and Doc approach them with happy grins. Both men stare in suspense. Did something get announced?

 

“You guys won't believe who came to the building?!” Lippmann says with a shine, taking a seat at one of the desk corners. 

 

“Is it another fashion representative?” Albatross says with a groan, “Why do we even need to upgrade the uniform when we're just gonna get dirty or shot with it?” He slumps in his chair, munching his rice again, “I don't wanna sparkle when I go down.”

 

The omega snickers but agrees with the statement. It caused a whole debate in the force, but hey, they're dealing with crime here. Some of us can't afford to get distracted in the field.

 

“No, the boss refuses to have more drama or reports being done because people can't cooperate.” The blonde rolls his eyes. “This guy, however, is top tier.”

 

Chuuya and Tross look at one another in confusion before Doc steps in, “He's a surgeon in one of the most prestigious hospitals we have here in Yokohama.” He turns to Chuuya next, “Rumor has it, he wants to hire a private detective. Don't know if it'll be you or Akutagawa though.”

 

Chuuya blinks, frowning next when his brain runs through the possibilities. What type of problem would a surgeon have to want to hire a detective? It's not really common, but he can think of a few things.

 

He's deep in thought when Tachihara stumbles into the room, startling everyone. “Hey, uh, Chuuya? The boss is asking for you.”

 

All 4 men blink before 3 look down at the quiet redhead. The omega clears his throat as he stands, “I'll be there soon…thanks.” 

 

Tachihara nods, speeds away, causing the men to look at him weirdly. Man is walking as if he has non-stop diarrhea. 

 

That's definitely not helping the suspense crawl over Chuuya. 

 

Lippmann jumps to his feet, fixing the redhead's coat. “I'm sure it's nothing bad. We’ll be here when you get back, sweetie. PianoMan and Iceman are doing their last paperwork, so we planned to meet right after to head out to Old World.”

 

Right, it's their usual night out. Shit, he's definitely letting his issues get the better of him.

 

“Don't worry, I'm sure it won't take me long.”

 

A few more pats and look-overs, Chuuya makes his way to the office. Guilt and other worries left behind.

 

---

 

“Boss, you asked to see me?”

 

“Ah yes, please come in, Chuuya.”

 

Opening and entering the room with practiced grace, he gives a slight bow to Mori before offering a hand to his possible new client, who returns the gesture in a firmer grip. An alpha, Chuuya can see, with a very peculiar yet nose-catching scent.

 

Both Chuuya and his omega can't decipher why it's strangely familiar.

 

“Gen'erom, this is Detective Nakahara Chuuya–our most prestigious detective in the PM Force.” Mori says before turning to the redhead, “Chuuya, this is Dr. Tsushima Gen’erom, one of Yokohama's elite surgeons.”

 

“An honor to meet you, sir,” Chuuya says politely. Not time to dwell on it, but it's hard when Chuuya catches the mild tension on the man's shoulders before relaxing again.

 

Weird….

 

“Likewise, Mr. Nakahara.” Gen’erom smiles politely. “I've heard so much about you from my old colleague that I knew I wasn't making a mistake in asking for help.”

 

“Oh?” Chuuya says, side glancing at Mori. Saving that fact for later, he asks, “May I ask what the problem would be?”

 

Mori then returns the conversation back to him, “Gen'emon here is asking us for assistance in search of his missing son. Considering you specialize more in missing person cases than Akutagawa, you are perfect for the job.”

 

Finally! A distraction!

 

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, sir, but rest assured, I will do everything I can to find and bring him safe and sound back to you,” Chuuya says in a confident demeanor. 'Missing Person' cases are where his talents shine. Never had he had one where he declared cold, and he refused to let this one be.

 

“You really are a miracle worker, Mr.Nakahara,” Gen’erom says as he produces a file from his briefcase. Not a smudge of dirt or wrinkle in its place as Chuuya holds it carefully, “All my son's information and last whereabouts are right there. I've already mentioned to Rintarou here in wanting to be constantly updated for whatever news or possible whereabouts you will have.”

 

Chuuya blinks as he glances at Mori in confirmation, with the older man nodding in return. Blue eyes glance up to dark brown, they may seem tired, but Chuuya can catch a hint of something else in them. He wouldn't say it's malice but it's almost as if daring him to say no.

 

‘What's up with this man?’ His body fights back a challenging snarl, but puts on his best smile, “It is no problem with me. I will have something for you both at our next meeting.”

 

“Looking forward to it.” He begins to gather his things: “Rintarou, Mr. Nakahara, if you both would excuse me, I must step out.” With one last weird glance at Chuuya, he rises from his seat. “Work must resume, unfortunately.”

 

“Of course, let me walk you out,” Mori says as he gets up from his chair to escort the man out the brown oak door. “Trust our best detective to have splendid results.”

 

Chuuya gives a few minutes before he, too, walks out of the office. Not bumping into a single coworker or friend, he sighs when his office is deserted. The group texted him the details on what time to meet.

 

Within the next hour, he busied himself with his new task.

 

---

 

This might be more challenging than he thought.

 

Mr.Tsushima may have gathered the information, but what he failed to say was that everything is so outdated, Chuuya would need more than internet searches for this kid. 

 

Because this literally dates back to nearly 12 years ago.

 

“Tsushima Shuuji, age 14, disappeared without a trace one night after his father went to work overnight and had been reported missing ever since.” is what leaves the redhead's mouth.

 

He slumps on his seat, head tilted to the beige ceiling holding back a scream and the strong urge to rip his hair out from the lack of details.

 

“Now where the fuck am I supposed to start from here?!” He groans in the open office.

 

Car honks and curses from pedestrians are his only answers.

 

He rubs his hands hard across his face before checking the time again–4:25 pm. 5 more minutes before Albatross comes to find him. The blonde decided to stay behind and wait for the redhead instead of meeting with the others at the bar. A good friend in the eyes of many who have been slowly heading out, but Chuuya knows he stayed behind to pester him more.

 

How annoying! Can't even have a moment of peace with his dilemmas.

 

He begins to pile up the papers when a worn-out photograph slips out, floating sadly to the floor. Chuuya waits for it to land, cursing his unusual clumsiness.

 

He's gonna order a lot of strong drinks when he gets to Old World, a desperate need right now.

 

Bending to carefully pick it up, the image that reflects back at him has Chuuya pausing for a minute. Sensing his omega peeking, he mentally lets it take a look, both staring at a young boy covered in bandages. 

 

Why does that sullen face bring familiarity?

 

Picture in black and white, the boy is on the scrawny side and dressed in formal wear as if he's going to a funeral rather than what Chuuya assumes is a high-class party. There's no joy reflected in him, not in his visible eye or his body language. It brings Chuuya tiny shudders when he realizes how similar that look resembles those of many he had encountered during strong cases of people who yearn for an end.

 

No child should have that look. This boy is way too young to wish for death.

 

“What happened to you?” He mumbles, thumb stroking the fragile image. What many would find unnerving, Chuuya finds adoration and a wave of protectiveness flourish in him. 

 

His instincts are wishing to reach into the photo and comfort the little pup and demand who plastered that look on him.

 

He's too young....

 

A growl echoes out in the quiet office but turning the picture over? He curses at the description on the back, omega's sad whining buzzing in the back of his head.

 

“Tsushima Shuuji, age 10.”

 

He's still staring when Albatross's bubbly whistle and exclamation comes to his ears “Yo, Chuuya! Ready to go? The others want to start ordering shots to have them ready by the time we get there but that's no fun.” footsteps bounce on his left “Ice is buying us time before Piano decides for all of us….ugh!”

 

He clutches the photo to his chest before quickly tucking it onto his vest pocket. Turning his head to the side, the blonde is busy grabbing his messenger bag and coat from the hanger to notice Chuuya jumping at his arrival.

 

Had he, Chuuya knows the blonde would tease him for being easily caught off guard but also pester the group against him in finding out what is getting him so edgy again.

 

Traitors.

 

“You could've just called to meet, you know?” He says coming to grab his things from the alpha.

 

Tross shrugs “Could've but I would've been bored waiting.”

 

“Download games on your phone then.”

 

The alpha blows raspberries at him before laughing away at the omega's pinching fingers, nearly colliding with the doorframe.

 

Blue eyes are rolled with a quiet snort, idiot. With one last look in the office, he unconsciously pats the photo before locking up for the night. Chuuya is going to need more than a few bottles to get through this case.

 

And possibly a disguise and shovel to make a grave for the asshole responsible for this.

Notes:

Well...uh it's gonna be a trip. Praying hard it doesn't flop 😣 ABO dynamics are really fun yet challenging to express but its so cute 🥰

 

See ya next time!!💙

Chapter 8: VIII

Summary:

Another week and a half has passed and the omega has yet to make a breakthrough...

Notes:

The amount of edits I've done because it didn't feel satisfying was so torturous but it's finally done 😫

Hope you all enjoy today's chapter!! Much love💙

“Any luck in your case?”

 

“Not much since the last time you've asked.”

 

“Oh no! Is this case driving you down the same road it took Akutagawa?”

 

“Shut the fuck up, Tachihara.”

 

Tachihara bursts out laughing at the omega's deadpanned response. Another week and a half has passed, and the omega has yet to make a breakthrough. He searched and searched, and nothing seemed to pop up about Shuuji or those who were close to the Tsushima family for him to have a lead.

 

Cases like these aren't hard to crack. Chuuya's had worse when information and witnesses had little to use and give, but always managed to find a win. 

 

This one, however, has him almost demanding more from the client, but the client…

 

Well, Chuuya should've known the man wasn't gonna do much help after proudly saying he had it all covered. If anything, that might have been his mistake in also agreeing to share updates, because the man would come nearly every day for something and would leave with a scowl aimed at the omega when he gave nothing, as if blaming him for the failure.

 

Rich, pompous, stuck-up alpha bastard. 

 

A dark part of him can sympathize why the boy refuses to be found after all this time.

 

“It's not funny, jerk.” He pouts, crossing his arms in defense. “Compared to Akutagawa, I only have one while he has multiple at the same time. Can't imagine how he's able to endure that with the constant nonstop alerts.”

 

It's true, the thieves are getting even more rowdy than ever with constant robberies at later nights. Theft and public break-ins from random businesses, yet never leaving a pattern or knowledge of their presence for his partner to catch them on time or when to expect the next robbery.

 

It almost had Chuuya wondering if he should lend a helping hand than running himself to the ground from his own case, but after the results of his previous help, Chuuya would rather have Mr.Tsushima's uptight attitude than the Ring Leader’s distractions. He pinches his leg to stop the memories from coming.

 

Speaking of the man, the thief has been too quiet, unusually quiet for Chuuya at least. Akutagawa had hinted about the leader being out and about (no surprise) but….it bothers Chuuya why he has yet to receive a blank envelope or clue from him after every sighting.

 

Stupid. So, so stupid….

 

It should have brought him joy for getting rid of the roach and his filth, but he ended up gaining some sort of twisted insecurities within him.

 

In the first days, he didn't let anything get to him, had opened a bottle in celebration for the peace and normalcy at work and home. Yet it was half a week later when he began to question if he had done something wrong to have the bastard scram.

 

Is that possible?

 

Did he lack something? 

 

Did he….taste bad? 

 

Was his mate disappointed for not sexually returning his advances at the greenhouse?

 

But he didn't pressure Chuuya for a return.

 

Yes everyone, after heavy thinking (and drinking) in the late nights of his home, he begrudgingly accepted the thief as his potential mate. It should've had his omega chirping in joy to finally agreeing yet nothing but sad whines would revert.

 

He can't win on either fucking side.

 

His mood dampened, causing nearly the whole force to steer fully away, Mori nearly took him off the case when he misunderstood his actions. But Chuuya, being the self-sacrificing person that he is, swallowed his emotions and convinced him to let him stay.

 

“It's just one of those days,” He would say.

 

Those days shouldn't be him second guessing himself for a criminal (potential mate) who stopped all forms of communication after saying he was interested.

 

That's a fucked up way to mess with someone's head (heart).

 

“Geez, none of this will help you at all.” Tachihara says, skimming through each paper and report, “You would think an elite like Tsushima would have at least a present report instead of having us rely on years past.”

 

“That's what I said but the man is a fucking brick.” The omega says, stretching his back until a satisfying pop is heard, “Bastard dares to act displeased when I give him nothing to report. S'not my fault for he left his brain on the surgery table.”

 

Tachihara chuckles and rounds the desk to give the omega a reassuring hug. Chuuya couldn't help but return it with a tightening grip. “You're pushing yourself to the max, but remember to take care too.” He gives a light pat to his back “Not everyone can be satisfied, so don't let it get to you.”

 

Chuuya sighs, grateful for the cheer. He purrs, scent warm and thankful with the alpha responding in kind.

 

“You really know how to calm a person down.” He smiles sweetly before it takes on a teasing turn, “I'm sure your secret admirer would fall harder when you guys finally meet in person.”

 

The alpha groans, slipping away from the laughing redhead's space. He leaves the office with “Let's not mention them ever again and move on from it all.”

 

What a great friend.

 

---

 

Coming up to his floor has never relieved Chuuya so much that he almost kissed it in his thanks. He is so ready to flop on his bed and forget about today.

 

But with fate having a twisted sense of humor with him, Chuuya should've known that this life he was privileged with; a detective never gets breaks, no matter how much he desires them.

 

The first sign came when his door easily opened when he took hold of the knob to insert his key in. 

 

He could've sworn it was locked. 

 

“What the fuck?” He mumbles.

 

He pushes it slowly, the darkness that greeted him has him on high alert– a second sign. His lamps and hallway light are set to turn on if he were to come home late. He made sure to set it before he left!

 

Stepping carefully inside, he pulls out his pocket knife from his coat pocket, blindly feeling his wall for the light switch. 

 

He should've attacked, run back out, or at least called for backup because when the lights turned on, sitting there in his armchair is the same man who has been tormenting his mind for weeks to no end.

 

The bastard is back and casually reading a random book that Chuuya's sure it's not from his collection.

 

“Took you long enough, I was getting bored waiting for you here in all my lonesome.” The thief whines. He casually drops his book to stretch, scolding the detective obnoxiously “You really need to have more proper drinks and food for your guests, chibi. What you have in the fridge was barely–”

 

His eyes widen before jumping away when an angry redhead dives at him with handcuffs. The chase begins in the small living room, omega spitting unfiltered curses behind a laughing and mocking alpha who throws cushions to watch the other stumble in place. It's like watching children run around than grown men arguing from different sides of the law.

 

They come to a halt however when loud banging comes below them, which makes Chuuya fume more when he realizes the soon-to-be noise complaints.

 

Son of a bitch!

 

“Elderly or entitled neighbors?” the thief asks, with a tilt of his head, but stops that train when his nose catches a whiff of something unpleasant coming from the man a few feet away.

 

It's enough to stupidly distract him. 

 

Dazye's yelp is ludicrous to hear when he's knocked down by the scowling omega, who hisses at his attempts to escape the handcuffs.

 

“You've got some nerve to show up here,” he spits out, giving a light smack to the alpha’s abdomen to stay still. No damage, he's still resembling a slippery fish with how much he's moving around. “Stay still, dammit! Stop resisting arrest. I warned you, didn't I?”

 

“You say that, but you've been too slow like a slimy slug.” The alpha says with a shark grin, “What? Too busy to be out in the field? Who would've thought an honorable detective would abandon his partner for something mediocre?”

 

Chuuya pauses after successfully cuffing the pouting bastard below him. He should not look this adorable or cause his omega to look at Chuuya in betrayal.

 

What bullshit.

 

“The hell are you on about? You constipated or something?”

 

“Wow, not only ignorant but adorably stupid as hell.”

 

“The hell you calling stupid, you piece of–”

 

“You reek so bad, get off me.”

 

A growl, not a command. 

 

He just growled at Chuuya, causing the omega to tense above him with widened eyes before glaring darkly at Dazai. What was once semi sweet now smells sour and foul accompanied by a low, wounded hiss that surprises both of them on the spot. 

 

‘Shit’, the brunette realized his mistake in that second: he said the wrong thing to the redhead. His alpha is pressuring the man to apologize the moment the omega rises to walk away, his nose is beginning to hurt with how wrong the scent is becoming.

 

He scrambles up, stumbling on his step. “Chibi, wait. That's not what–”

 

Chuuya refuses to listen, more so with how his omega is downcasted with shame for thinking it wasn't good enough for the man, whom they considered their mate. It stings him too but he's more pissed off for his omega.

 

Potential mates his ass. This guy is like all those other douches. 

 

He pulls out his phone, clicking on his partner's name when he's abruptly held hostage by the thief's cuffed arms, gloved fingers cutting off the call. He fights, snarls, digs his nails in whatever availability he can reach to escape, but nothing loosens the man. 

 

“Let me the fuck go! I'm tired of you harassing me every chance you want to get.” He huffs with another pinch and scratch to covered arms “You just got a first class ticket for a cell waiting for your ass down at the station, you prick!”

 

Nothing but grunts and shuffling of their feet until a raspy “….I'm sorry.”

 

Voice so soft and meek, Chuuya would've had trouble hearing it if he weren't within close distance.

 

The city's light traffic is their only source of sound, along with their heavy breathing. His neighbors stopped their thumping. Chuuya isn't forgiving yet to turn around and face the man, but he forces himself to hear him out. He remains facing his hallway, the lingering smell of unhappiness in the air coating them, giving Dazai a chance to redo what he meant from his bluntness.

 

“It's not you…never you, but what you have lingering on your persona.” Chuuya can feel a sudden pressure on his head. The brunette had rested on him,“It reeks, I don't like it, makes me hunt the person down while also keeping you locked until you smell better again,” he huffs. “I hate doing extra work. See what I meant back then?”

 

…..

 

A confession like that shouldn't have sounded so…calming. Not the first word Chuuya would have ever used, but it did have the effect. He hasn't turned but isn't stopping the alpha from flocking like a mother hen to remove Tachihara's scent–cinnamon and apples reach his nose, his omega relaxes once more.

 

This man…. is such a complex puzzle, but at the same time, he isn't. It drives Chuuya up a wall from how one minute he's set to put him behind bars, the next almost wants to demand why he hasn't sent anything.

 

Wrong to pursue but desires the chase.

 

It goes on until a happy croon is heard behind him, proud of getting rid of the offending disaster. Chuuya turns slowly in his cage to face the man. His scowl meets a blank canvas, but can see in the man's eyes a hint of unease.

 

That's quite enchanting.

 

It shouldn't bring a spark of pride to the omega for having such a reaction coming from an alpha like him. The danger signs are ringing again to take action, slip out, call his partner, anything. To refrain from committing another mistake by digging the line deeper than it is, but–

 

“What's with the stupid names? Trying to aim for a higher sentencing?”

 

“Would you be there to send me off?” He chirps back, the tension on his shoulder slowly disapparating when he shamelessly nuzzles into soft locks, emitting a squawk from the shorter man, “Are you trying to woo me with plans, darling?”

 

But the more he denies the inevitable, the more problematic it'll be on the long road. It's wrong and right at the same time, his detective side is pushing him to do the right thing, to not give in to the devil's temptation that'll ruin him and the life he has built for himself.

 

But he's only human. 

 

A human who softens when soft yet shy chapped lips meet his, almost as if he's asking permission if it's fine for him to do so.

 

Idiot….

 

It's not, it's another crime to add to the list with all the other violations and harassment the man has done.

 

However, he passes the flags again for how a deep part of him may have missed the attention.

 

Stupid. So so stupid….

 

That's all they do, thief still handcuffed with Chuuya in his grasp. Neither feels the need to escalate to more, don't feel the rush of lust coursing through their veins. Merely content in exchanging soft purrs and croons in reconnection.

 

‘I'm so fucked’ is what bounces in both their minds.

 

But no one can blame them when they were failed to be told them how this potential mating worked in the first place.

Notes:

I can't be the only one who took a look of Dazai's mask and got reminded about BeastZai right? May not have been intentional but the little detail is so intriguing to me.

Excuse my ramble just wanted to share the thought lol ^.^

See you next time!! ♡

Chapter 9: IX

Summary:

Rationality kicks in after a noise like juggle coming from the handcuffs at his back is heard. 

Notes:

Ended my day in such good mood I was like "It's time for another chapter 🙂‍↕️"

Hope you all enjoy!

P.S: A HUGE "Thank You" to you all for your amazing comments and kudos. This story would not have gotten far if it wasn't for your support 🙏🤗💙

Rationality kicks in after a noise‐like jiggle coming from the handcuffs at his back is heard. 

 

Fucking Fabulous.

 

Chuuya pops his eyes open to see the man's mischievous smirk before an arm is moved with a shaking wrist in front of him, other hand curling fingers on the redhead's belt loops.

 

He huffs, licking away the remaining spit from his lips. Eyes remain on the silver bindings rather than the ones darkening at his action.

 

“I need to invest in unbreakable cuffs.” He grumbles, crossing his arms.

 

“Won't do you any good, sweetheart. It'll be the same result. Believe me, I'm an expert on this.”

 

Rolling his eyes, he steps out of the thief's hold, a protest for the omega to come back is ignored in favor of picking up the forgotten book the man had earlier. Turning it over, shock crawled over his skin followed by eyes widening incredulously, before looking back at the innocent face. “Do I want to know?”

 

“It's an interesting read.” He pouts in defense, “You wouldn't know when all you have are tasteless and boring books on your shelf.” He flops a hand motioning to his disorganized shelf.

 

That was not like that in the morning.

 

He takes deep breaths to stop his arm from throwing the suicidal guidebook directly to the thief's forehead. He puts it back down and turns back to face him, mood shifting in the room.

 

“Alright, enough. Speak.” He raises his phone in deadly warning, ignoring the grumbled ‘I'm not a dog’ “And no bullshit. I have many on speed dial, one in particular who will not hesitate to take you to your new home.”

 

“Ah, but my dear detective.” The brunette says with a Cheshire grin, “Wouldn't that raise more questions for you on why you let a known criminal happily into your home?”

 

“I did not let you in. You broke in yourself!”

 

“True, but they don't know that, now do they?” He stalks closer to the detective. “Imagine their reactions when they see me comfortably here, acting as if I've already known my way around?” His words cause the detective to pause.

 

He wouldn't…

 

But with how the smirk grows, Chuuya knows the thief will play so dirty that no one can call it foul. 

 

Bastard!

 

He comes closer, “Tell me, are they aware of our previous meetings? Or your lovely stack of letters I've sent out sitting lonely by your nightstand?”

 

Pupils become smaller and enraged. He shouts, “YOU WENT INSIDE MY ROOM?!”

 

Side-stepping to check what catastrophe awaits him, he's prevented by the thief's gloved hands. Lifting a foot to stomp on polished boots, he again is stopped by the brunette's tone, “As much as I would love to take this further, I didn't come here and wait hours to fight Chuuya. I'm here to stop you.”

 

“Stop me?!” 

 

“From continuing your investigation.”

 

He freezes, blood flowing down to the tip of his toes the second he registers what the man said. He's not surprised by the man knowing his actual name (he's a little pissed he wasn't using it), but of how serious and cold the whole thing sounded.

 

....

 

Who the hell is he to make such demands?!

 

“Now, why should I be listening to you of all people?" He scoffs, “Don't think just because we shared spit, you have a right to say what I can and can't do.”

 

“We shared more than spit, but I'll let your ignorance be as it is for now,” he says with a humored smile at the cherry-flushed redhead before it falls flat. “What I mean is there's no need for you to complete this case.”

 

“Again, why should I listen to you?”

 

“Because Tsushima Shuuji doesn't want to be found, Chuuya.”

 

White noise before slowly, “What the hell does that mean?" his voice raises, demanding "How the fuck do you know about Tsushima's son?!”

 

There's no reports or work files in his apartment–photograph safe back in his desk drawer– refusing to risk possible theft happening from many of those who are waiting for a chance to steal from him or break in like this asshole has done.

 

How does he know about it? There weren't any announcements of this case opening. He made sure of it!

 

“For once, trust me. It's not–”

 

“Trust you?! Did you forget our positions?” He snarls, finally ripping his arms away from limp grips, “You're a thief. A full-blown master liar and manipulator who says things just to get his way, uncaring what the consequences will be.” He takes a few steps back to create space. “What makes you think he can't be found? Do you think I don't have what it takes to find him? I've never had a failure, he won't be the first.”

 

He's not asking the right questions, blinded by what his pride wants him to think–a rhythm he has yet to stop following.

 

One that's going to be his grave mistake.

 

“Why are you so determined to find him? He's not worth being saved.” The thief pushes.

 

“Yes, he is! Everyone deserves to be saved!” the omega exclaims back. “No one should consider themselves a lost cause, let alone that boy who is asking for a savior!” eyes narrowing in justice “It's heartless to deny a grieving parent closure.”

 

The redhead's breathing is hard watching with a hawk's gaze how the thief's eyes grow cold, a hint of frustration swims in them, yet there's another emotion, a small one, that Chuuya can't place a name on. The tension in the living room is high, and more consistent knocks are coming from below, they turn a deaf ear to them.

 

Facing away to mumble way too low under his breath–confusing the omega–it startles Chuuya to move when the thief turns to grab his book and heads out to the balcony door. 

 

He's running.

 

“O–oi where do you think you're going? You can't just leave after acting out.”

 

“Are we now resorting to lies, detective? Because if I recall, I was speaking calmly while you screeched.” his back is still turned, letting Chuuya see the tension crawling up his shoulders. “I said what I needed to say, goodnight.”

 

Being called ‘detective’ shouldn't have stung the way it did. Letting him escape for both to cool off seems like a good idea, but he's not thinking straight and pokes harder.

 

“It wouldn't have happened if you didn't insult me in the way you did,” He says through gritted teeth, stomping to force the man to look at him. Their eyes meet again, but this time there's no softness or playful glints in them.

 

Pure dark abyss reflects him.

 

“More lies? How unbecoming of you.” He closes in, tip of their nose slightly touching, but too far to be considered affectionate. “I meant what I said, stop looking for him.”

 

Chuuya lets out a bark of frustrated laughter. “If this is jealousy speaking, let me remind you we aren't anything to each other.”

 

Lies.

 

“And never would be.”

 

Stop, you're spreading it.

 

“Get that to your head, I don't see myself with a thief like you and will never drop everything for it.”

 

What the fuck are you doing to yourself?!

 

Brown eyes widen before losing their remaining shine. Rejected, the omega just rejected the alpha.

 

He rejected his potential mate.

 

There's a great sense of dread flooding inside Chuuya for what he has done, but he's too angered, ego-hurt, to take it back. His omega is screaming at him to soothe the alpha when the smell of acid invades rapidly in the small space, but before he can scold it, the brunette speaks.

 

“You're right.” He chuckles mirthlessly, giving Chuuya shivers running down his spine at how wrong it sounds. “What was I thinking in pursuing someone like you? A loud, prideful, infuriating detective who refuses to give into his desires because he's too fucking scared of his owners letting him lose like a stray mutt.”

 

Shots fired directly to his soul.

 

“Bold for someone to say who has no morality to follow. Love living up to your stupid name, huh?”

 

He returns it with a few stabs.

 

They glare with growls and hisses slowly coming up their throats, scent high and infectious–pure poison now. Dynamics are trying to find reason but neither man backs down nor knows who moved first.

 

It's safe to say it wasn't their dynamics who pushed this time….

 

All Chuuya knows is his coat will need to be tailored back after being ripped open the way it was to let gloved hands roam all over his wall-pressed body. His response comes in the form of pulling that atrocious bolo tie and throwing that hideous hat off brown locks to let his fingers pull and fist when angry lips leave him to maul his unmarked neck, ripping away the blockers with his teeth.

 

Lips devouring him angrily are very hard to keep up, especially when moans and whimpers leave his mouth from how rough he is being treated. 

 

So good, so bad.

 

Fuck it all to hell!

 

He's too tired, stressed, and angry:

 

At the man for breaking his sense of righteousness over and over again.

 

For the continuous whispers taunting his mind about betrayal of the law he swore to protect.

 

With himself for missing the man's attention so fucking much.

 

At faith for making his mate be on the opposite side.

 

The threat of sharp canines skimming at his virgin glands never had his body gushing like a broken faucet, just like the hands groping and rubbing him so sinfully had him escalating to high pitch.

 

“You…,wait…I”

 

“Shut it, no more talking.” He whispers darkly in his ear, “And if you do, the only thing that should be coming out is Dazai.”

 

The command shouldn't have made him submit so fast but he's too horny and illogical to fight back. Glassy eyes remain half lidded as he grows confused for a second before he’s drenched by a different liquid.

 

Name, he got the phantom's name.

 

Who leaves his spot to stare menacingly at what the redhead would do with that tidbit of information.

 

Would he stop, try to arrest him again, and report his findings to his struggling partner? Dazai wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. Though it'll be in vain if there's not much information or proof to link him. It'll make the detective's reputation plummet for targeting random citizens. 

 

Not sorry.

 

The omega's words from earlier may have pulled on locked memories, but Dazai meant what he said. Shuuji doesn't want to be found, he refuses to be found. His father doesn't care for him, he knows, and he’s trying to warn the stubborn redhead, but it's impossible to train an old dog new tricks.

 

He’s never returning to that caged and meaningless life. Not for what his father wants.

 

The thief's diving deeper in the dark part of his mind when the hands on his hair fist roughly, making Dazai wince from the unexpected pleasurable pain before he's pulled to wet lips.

 

‘Dazai…more’

 

Nothing. Chuuya won’t do anything because he wants to shut the screaming off for a few minutes.

 

‘Dazai..please?!’

 

He doesn't want to think of how heavy that revelation felt, doesn't want to think of how much his heart is bleeding for not choosing his happiness after so much prayer.

 

‘I'm sorry…but it's for the best’

 

What he wants, though, is something that if he were to remember back to it, will have him screaming at his idiocy for rejecting.

 

But how can he phrase it without sounding as if he has any right to do so?

 

He doesn't. As if reading his mind, Dazai gives a low, disappointed raspy chuckle before dropping to his knees, fingers hooking to his open trousers. There's no shame radiating from him with how he mouths at his covered center, Chuuya's arousal spiking at the dirty show.

 

His punishment.

 

“Still can't say what you want, darling? Are the words too big for your little mouth?” He taunts, pulling down both his garments. Chuuya can only moan at how nice the breeze feels when he gets a leg hooked over a black clad shoulder. Hot air comes closer to his dripping cunt, anticipation running through his veins.

 

So bittersweet…

 

“Well, not that it should matter, right? After tonight, it is not like we mean anything to each other,” is the last thing Dazai says before diving in. Licks and slurping sounds are what pushes his sorrows away, hands fisting on soft brown. Eyes up to his ceiling, away from the man he had for sure lost by his stupidity. His eyes sting, but blinks rapidly to stop the tears from coming. He can't cry, not allowed to after he was the one who shot first.

 

He's going to complete the case, going to bring closure to a worried father who wants his son back and forget about the man below him.

 

But for now, he's going to enjoy and pretend he's someone worth the alpha’s attention, no matter how much it hurts.

 

Notes:

Don't worry, I may be in a good mood but I also screamed at myself for this.

But in all honesty, I was craving drama 🙈 Soukoku isn't Soukoku without it.

See ya next time! ♡

Chapter 10: X

Summary:

It should've been a regular night, nothing to worry or divert their attention after a successful robbery. Yet nothing in Dazai Osamu's life can ever be simple.

Notes:

Another backstreet you can say but with more details and a big revelation.

Heavy to write, but satisfied with the pace. Hope you all enjoy!!

A few days ago,

 

It should've been a regular night, nothing to worry or divert their attention after a successful robbery.

 

Yet nothing in Dazai Osamu's life can ever be simple.

 

Ranpo, like the sweetheart that he is, came out to the living room where he was making plans for the next heist, dropping news in the same way he would share his new candy stash.

 

Bad.

 

“Rumors on the grapevine say that your old man is looking for you.” Ranpo says, stretching on the sofa. Green eyes track the slouched body on their coffee table for a tick.

 

Dazai pauses before resuming on his plans, boredom not giving away his confusion.

 

“What are you talking about? I don't have a dad.” He says.

 

And there it is.

 

The brunette's not lying, Dazai doesn't have a dad. Shuuji on the other hand…..nah he doesn't have one either.

 

Lost him at the ripe age of 11.

 

Ranpo knows what he's sprouting about, knows how this will end when the alpha uses that kind of tone. Fair play, he's not one to sugar coat his words, so he shrugs “True but it doesn't take away the fact that he's searching. Even went as far as to ask your fancy omega for ‘help’.” He goes as far to add quotation marks.

 

A growl is heard from the brunette in front of him. Eyes turn to the ravenette, Ranpo knows the brunette is not angry at him but that doesn't mean a chill isn't evoked every time the man does this.

 

The way the brunette can go from carefree to absolute chaos is like trying to figure out topology. The beta has never met anyone capable of producing so many masks and not driven to insanity in maintaining them.

 

“What do you mean by that?” He asks calmly.

 

Kinda.

 

He's nearly ripping the papers in half along with  stinking the room again.

 

Dammit! The beta doesn't want to stick on air freshening duty again! Alpha's are way worse than omega's.

 

He rises to lean his elbows on his knees and with practiced quickness, he flicks the man's forehead, causing a yelp and whine. Dazai may be the leader of the group but Ranpo is the oldest of the bunch.

 

Where did ‘respect your elders’ go?

 

Actually no one answer that, it makes Ranpo feel old.

 

“Calm down will ya? Geez, even pups aren't this grumpy.” He sighs “It's said he went in there to speak with your former mentor before Mr.FancyPants was called.” He leans back “Any reason why he's suddenly tracking you down?”

 

“How should I know? I wasn't that important to him unless he wanted me to play host to his guests.” He looks away “or entertain them…”

 

A bile of disgust rises in Ranpo’s throat but he swallows it back.

 

If he and the rest thought they had a bad upbringing, Dazai sharing his reason for running away will never be topped.

 

Because how can you top being sexually and mentally abused by adults who you were supposed to trust in your time of vulnerability?

 

“Alright then.” He stands with a stretch “Let's go!”

 

Dazai blinks dumbfounded, scrambling onto his knees to watch the man put his shoes and coat on. “Wah, where are we going? I need to finish this for the next–”

 

“The more we stall, the worse it's going to go for you and shortie.” The beta says “Something bad is going to happen if you don't do anything to convince him to stop his investigation.”

 

That was enough to have Dazai follow.

 

Main rule in the group is to never disregard Ranpo.

 

No matter how bizarre it sounds to you.

---

A family like the Tsushimas should be considered a fortunate life, the reputation that carried over the years made anyone want to be part of the elite family. Its success in the medical field and many awards was the envy of high society.

 

Tsushima Shuuji hated being born to such a family.

 

Maybe he should retell the story.

 

Before he became Notorious Phantom Thief Dazai Osamu, he was Tsushima Shuuji, noble and quiet sole heir to the biggest name in all Japan. And next in line to take over his father's medical field.

 

Respect was received, party invites were never brushed off, dinners never left unattended. Elites and families wanted to be around them, every second of the day, no matter the weather conditions or how busy they would be.

 

Shuuji never enjoyed the spotlight. 

 

Disliked the eyes seeing his every move or interests. Never a moment where he can be himself or breathe when anxiety would take over the shy pup in the most unexpected turn of events. Constant watch day and night–a cage.

 

Exhausting–mentally and physically–but his mother made it normal. As normal as one can have in the elite world.

 

Bullying wasn't a lie, snobby pups from other families saw him as a waste of their status, ridiculed him for how smart and advanced he was in each subject he would be given or for his appearance. The other quieter but judgemental pups would stir away just for not wanting to be associated with him whatsoever. Rumors were because of his demeanor.

 

Stupid reasons in his opinion but why should he be sad for it?

 

No one understood what he was feeling or tried to acknowledge his struggles. No one gave a care whenever he would space out for periods of time. No one but his mother, that is.

How wouldn't she when she was in the same position before he was even born. Being thrown onto the sudden spotlight can cause a load of reactions especially if you're considered a lower elite–a nobody–as the higher ones like to call. Tane can relate to the loneliness and overwhelmness, but never did she went a day without telling her son how special and loved he was.

 

That's all that mattered to him.

 

Yet at the same time it wasn't enough to get him through when the thoughts came.

 

He may have been around 5 after learning of dynamics when he declared it pointless, meaningless. What meaning in life is there to find when you're chained to whatever dynamic you're presented with and are force to abide by their needs?

 

His dislike for alphas came in the form of his father, seeing the way he would treat others made him silently pray he didn't inherit either status. The pressure that came with it was too much for a young prodigy to burden: interviews, press conferences, public image, ect.

 

Repetitive lifestyle.

 

If he became a beta, then no one would pay him attention, disregard him like a disappointment his father had once overheard him say due to not following his path but his mother's; A deeper love for literature than medicine. 

 

A direct blow to the man's ego.

 

A detail Shuuji found out too late to avoid and hide. 

 

A hobby that took a while to love again.

 

It was due to this, he was constantly mistreated but it was also how most people believed with how compliant and soft he would be on most days, he was going to be an omega–more blows to his father's pride and family name.

 

This is where things get dark.

 

Remember the reveal earlier in the chapter plus Dazai's version of things?

 

Neither had been a lie.

 

Tane, blessed her soul, had done and given everything an omega could to her only pup. Eternal love and support for her only child when everyone didn't see what she saw, when Shuuji didn't see it until it was too late. Protected and took him anywhere she went, not once leaving him alone.

 

Dazai never questioned it, uh, Shuuji didn't. It was because of her love, he found the courage as both Shuuji and Osamu to find love in literature again. Never would be a book left unread if he were to get his hands on them wherever he goes (or if he randomly finds one during a heist). Keeping her memory alive was his drive.

 

Her child was beautiful and many had agreed with her, but their thoughts were way different than the ones Tane was projecting. 

 

Tane's sudden passing when he was 8 years old from an unknown illness–Dazai is still questioning till this day–was the start of the domino effect.

 

His father, unfazed, left him with people who were already preying on him since he was younger, not only due to his status as sole Tsushima heir (no that was just a bonus) but of how vulnerable and fragile he appeared and be like when he had yet to heal from having the one person at his corner gone.

 

“Please, don't…” the pup would whimper, clothes being held on for dear life just caused laughter at his fright.

 

“Don't worry, honey. We'll take good care of you. Your mother trusted us in her will.” they would say 

 

“You don't want to disappoint her, right?” was his repetitive response.

 

A child with haunting beauty many of the maids and servants would say in the dead of night.

 

Unspeakable acts would be done, ones where they forced him to learn professionally or they would force on him without consent. And if resisted, punishments belittling him or saying he wasn't good enough for anyone outside their abusive group would be tormented in his already broken mind.

 

Hence how the scar underneath his left eye was proof of their warning when he had tried to fight back.

 

A non-stop cycle of abuse of all kinds. 

 

At 11 is when he told his father everything.

 

At 11 is when his father blamed him for being useless and easily taken advantage of.

 

At 12 he was known as a liar and manipulator, by other elites and corrupted cops.

 

At 13, life was not worth living.

 

It went that way until he was 14. Presented by the same dynamic he had been resenting so hard on but meeting officially at the same time Mori Ougai.

 

“You're an early bloomer.” He had said “Yet I can sense you don't seem proud of it.”

 

“What's there to be proud of?” the teenager had responded. He's sitting in a medical cot bed, woken from being sedated when he threatened the man in jumping off the bridge he was found at.

 

The older man was not amused by the newly presented young alpha. 

 

Nor impressed by his hissing. Sounded more of a wet cat than an intimate warning.

 

Sigh, teenagers…

 

“I should take you home.” He says after checking for injuries, an alarming amount, but are now properly wrapped in fresh bandages. Even the bleeding scar under his left eye was bandaged perfectly, didnt flinch when Mori had to cover the whole eye. He would ask what happened to gain such damage but with how guarded the brunette is, Mori won't be talking to a person anymore but a fortress.“With how dark it is becoming, your father may be worried for your safety. ”

 

Shuuji scoffs, “That man could care less what I do.” He rests his head on his raised knees “If you're gonna send me back, let it be somewhere but there.”

 

Because if you don't, I will find a way to kill myself.

 

Normal doctors would recommend a specialist for the boy to seek for what he murmured tiredly in his clinic but Mori has been watching the Tsushimas in silence and knows that he won't be easy to help.

 

The boy wants an escape and returning will not result that. 

 

If anything, it'll be as if he's returning fresh meat back to the shark's tank.

 

Reporting to the cops won't do much either, not when hush money gets brought to the table. Nobody loves a scandal tainting their family name.

 

And he knows how Tsushima Gen’erom works.

 

Taking another look at the quiet boy, Mori makes a decision that he prays won't be a mistake in the future.

 

“Are you hungry?”

 

The young boy looks up, expression like a void but can see a hint of curiosity in his dead eye.

 

Mori doesn't wait, gathers his things to head to a local ramen shop he's been wanting to visit when he hears feeble footsteps behind.

 

Like a cat indeed.

 

Plans were made, lived with the older doctor in and out for a year, learning new things he wasn't privileged to know but then went their separate ways when robberies and meeting others like him pushed him to start a new life.

 

Never did Mori let out a single peep of his whereabouts.

 

A life of freedom that was so addicting with experiences he was never going to have if he didn't follow the doctor.

 

Bad habits too but he was already dirty and rotten to give a fuck. Alpha ignored majority of the time but was there to provide what he needed to survive.

 

At 14, Tsushima Shuuji disappeared at the face of the earth.

 

At 15, in his place, came Dazai Osamu.

 

That's how it should've been, story ending right there.

 

But nothing can ever go how Dazai wants.

---

 

“Hey, focus. We can't afford distractions, you know?” Ranpo says after picking up another file.

 

Dazai shakes his head to get rid of past memories at his spot by the door. They were buried for a reason, he nor anyone should've dug them up. 

 

Yet his father, ugh bastard, is trying to ruin all that progress by hiring Chuuya of all people. Anyone would've been great but that overly prideful angel.

 

After hard (not really) thinking, they snuck into the sergeant’s room–AKA Mori's office at the PM.

 

Should they have asked for Poe's assistance to hack the system? Yes.

 

But if Dazai remembers, Mori has a habit of keeping all files in his office on a padded locked cabinet that's disguised as a glass door closet in any office he has.

 

The old man hasn't changed from his paranoia and neither did his passcode: 51525

 

He left it to Ranpo while he kept watch in case a glitch in the offline cameras happened, so far they're still in the clear despite almost fucking up because he let his mind drag him down again.

 

“Anything yet? I know the old man isn't one to hold sentimental value to keep things from the past at home, so bringing it here is the best place.” He glances at the closet, turning away with a snort. “His coats are vulgar as ever, I'm gonna need Yosano to prescribe me some eye drops when we get back.”

 

Ranpo snickers before releasing an “Aha!” He reads the description, a noise similar to a small intake of air is what had Dazai turning.

 

His eyes are wide, almost as if not believing what he's reading. Ranpo is never off guard, not on a regular day nor during a heist. So what is he reading?

 

Dazai looks quickly out the door, nothing yet, and turns to Ranpo with a “What's wrong? What's it say?”

 

The beta is quiet before saying in genuine disbelief,“....You're….Were you supposed to be getting married?”

 

What the fuck?!

 

Dazai marches to where Ranpo stands, taking the paper off his hands to read it through. Maybe he read wrong because of the lack of light.

 

Yet his breathing gets heavier with every sentence his eyes glide to. His alpha growls and he agrees with it, he was smart to put a patch on his glands to not let any foul scent roam the room as the paper crumbles in his hand before forcing it back onto the file.

 

“We need to go, we found what we're looking for.” He turns to Ranpo “You gonna help?”

 

“Idiot, you think I'm gonna be there with flowers and champagne?”

 

Leaving the office as it was, they both exit silently like the ghosts they are.

 

Hell freezing first before this becomes a reality.

---

 

‘Assigned to Nakahara Chuuya, the detective is tasked to help Mr. Tsushima Gen’erom in search of his son, Tsushima Shuuji, who went missing on Tuesday 21, XXXX.

 

No more description is provided for the detective in question.

 

Tsushima Gen’erom had stated and would wish for it to be kept until the case has been concluded to announce the following:

 

Once found, Tsushima Shuuji now to be of the estimated age of 25+, has been arranged to marry Ms.Hatsuyo Oyama to finalize the glorious reunion of both families who had been dear friends and business partners for many years.

 

No questions would be given to either party.

 

We look forward to the wedding!’

Notes:

While chapter 5 was Dazai's introduction, this whole chapter was Shuuji's.

For me, Shuuji is a side I've always adored to write, learn and include to balance Dazai. An origin to another origin of sorts because its a side Dazai would never share with anyone–a dimmer side to the same coin.
In this chapter, I wanted Shuuji to represent something similar to a painful time but also a learning experience that Dazai was able to break free from and grow from it.

Hope that makes sense! See you next time!

Chapter 11: XI

Summary:

Footsteps and the balcony door’s shriek from being pulled open reach his ears where he lies.

Notes:

So...life has been hectic and now I'm dealing with a cold that refuses to get along. Fun.

But haven't fallen yet, so here's today's chapter ^.^
On a side note, I wanna thank and hug each one of you for the comments and kudos, ya'll are amazing, I swear ^.^♡

Enjoy!!

Footsteps and the balcony door’s shriek from being pulled open reach his ears where he lies. Dazai wasn't much of a heartless alpha to leave Chuuya in a mess to clean up after.

 

Turning one last time, Dazai let out his final words, “Oh, and to answer your question, Tsushima Shuuji can't be found because he had asked me years back to end his life.”

 

Eyes like saucers and filled with horror, he blinked up to see the Phantom Thief looking over his shoulder giving an empty smile, “Try passing a dead man's message along, will ya?”

 

Chuuya runs to the balcony to stop the thief from escaping into the night, but the alpha evades his grasp by skillfully sliding down the apartment's pipeline. 

 

Dazai smirks up at him, but his eyes grow wide when the detective jumps down the same way he did, blue eyes screaming for demands. 

 

Turning on his heel, he runs in the opposite direction from where he came, loud footsteps chase behind.

 

“Get the fuck back here!”

 

“No can do, detective!” I will not let you finish that case.

 

They run through many alleyways, Chuuya dodges thrown trash cans and boxes, preventing him from catching up, useless. This isn't the first time for him.

 

But it is the first time he has lost sight of a suspect he wholeheartedly wanted to catch.

 

“FUCKING SHIT!!!” He screams out in the empty alleyway.

 

“You show up back again and I won't stop until you are locked behind bars, you hear me shithead!!” He shouts out to the dark starless night.

 

No one responds to him, no one sees how he turns away with a stomp in his step.

 

No one questions why tears are sliding down his face along with quiet pained whimpers he tries (fails) to cover behind trembling hands.

 

Losing has never felt so bitter, bland, and colorless.

 

---

 

“Dang Chuu, you don't look so good. Is that man still hounding you?”

 

Albatross's worried voice has him blinking away from his half-written report on his computer screen. All gibberish and repetitive, he wants to scream.

 

He doesn't, he keeps the strong facade a little longer to get through the rest of his shift.

 

Again.

 

“Not as before, he was somewhat ecstatic to know something.”

 

Dazai's knowledge of knowing Shuuji was all it took for Chuuya to dive nonstop on his search, reluctantly sharing a little of how the Tsushima heir might have been involved with a bad crowd. It had Mr.Tsushima backing off for him to release the chain choking the redhead.

 

Not that it does any good.

 

It's been weeks since the brunette finally left Chuuya alone but it didn't mean his crimes had calmed. Akutagawa reached a point where he had to be sent home to take a few days away from the constant calls. The Black Lizards were his temporary replacements but not even they had the luck to apprehend them.

 

It's all a mess.

 

He tried to convince himself he did the right thing, a detective and a thief would never work out, and it was not worth losing what he had made for his name. It should've been easy to reject an alpha, whether potential or not.

 

But no one, not even his parents or Paul, told him how agonizing the side effects were going to be.

 

He has never felt so disconnected from his omega, and he's not talking about metal timeout disconnection. He's talking about how it's not responding to anything Chuuya does or suggests, completely invisible to his presence. No chirping, demands, or sharing pride over a job well done, pure silence as if Chuuya was going through presentation all over again.

 

Only this time with his emotions in a crazy frenzy and wild cramping.

 

These cramps are way more malicious than his heat ones. Doc had been concerned when he told him the pain medication he was given had no effect.

 

“Had something occurred for you to be in this much pain?” wheeling closer to the omega lying on the medical cot. He’s curled into a ball, wincing with every flash that hits his abdomen.

 

‘Rejected my mate for the good of humanity because I'm allergic to happiness and because we're from two different worlds’ is not the best answer to share so he just simply says “Got my ass handed to me by Paul and Adam when I joined them on a full week of cardio training. Didn't believe Arthur when he said it was intense.”

 

Doc’s scowl is visible on his perplexed vision but he's too drained to offer more. He was told to take it easy for a few days while giving him stronger prescribed pills.

 

Losing sleep isn't new either but when it's more than a few days repeatedly mixed with his scent taking a turning point to the worst, it becomes so noticeable that many begin to worry. Kouyou would invite him to her office for him to nap but each request was kindly declined. 

 

The last thing he wants is to break down and fully spill to his old mentor many rules he had broken for getting inappropriate with a notorious criminal every time he had been out with Akutagawa on patrol.

 

Even his noisy neighbors had stopped banging on their ceiling to stop his stomps, unpleasant fits, or zombie-like walks when the whispers in his head became too much to shut up. One nasty look from the grouchy omega was enough for them to know he was in no mood to be dealing with bitchy complaints from anyone.

 

It's stupid, right? To assume he may have fallen for the man when the only interaction they had was through anonymous letters, but there's no assumption nor will he lie about how the small moments where he felt cherished by the alpha made his heart flutter. 

 

Dazai didn't know him at all yet wrote to him as if they had met a lifetime ago–lovers from a distant past.

 

He can't remember when was the last time he went right through a full day or night where he didn't burst out crying from catching a small glimpse at the pile on his nightstand, can't bring himself to remove it either, fearing the lingering smell would perish if he did.

 

Sad isn't it?

 

Maybe the top isn't worth it after all if this is his reward.

 

But despite his whole world hanging by his smallest thread, Chuuya couldn't stop flashing back to how they got to this part, the burning curiosity on why the brunette showed up in the first place.

 

Guilty, he did have a suspicion that the man was going to be popping inside his home at some point but for other different reasons. One where Chuuya couldn't help but be engulfed in his already flustered imagination after the letters were too detailed to stop his hand (and sheets) from constantly being drenched and pruny.

 

But his visit to stop him from stopping the investigation was not on the list. 

 

Why was he so determined to stop the search? Chuuya may have called him a liar but there was something that didn't add up with the thief’s alibi. The Phantom Thieves are not known to commit murder but theft and robbery and other stupid shit he heard Akutagawa ramble. 

 

So his saying he ended Shuuji, it doesn't fit.

 

Shuuji disappeared, not killed. His body or belongings, one way or another, would've been found in the aftermath. Dazai may look intimidating (or tries to in Chuuya’s eyes) but in the short time he was within his bubble, there has been no malice or dark attempts. 

 

And he's not talking about hints of suicide, which by the way were many.

 

Chuuya's missing something but he can't say what. They could've had an altercation, one where it was too noisy or attention grabbing the cops had to come. A sudden jolt comes when he remembers the man's words;

 

‘As for the law, you're right about it but I have personal reasons for it.’

 

Alphas aren't known to be violent unless provoked or threatened. Dominant and arrogant? Yes (add dumbasses to it), but never cross lines without reason. Did Shuuji do something to make him attack and have the cops apprehend him? Was that where Dazai's hate for the law came from?

 

Yet he chased Chuuya after meeting him back at the auction, uncaring of his detective status or the threats the redhead would throw his way.

 

Gen’erom isn't out of his suspect list either because why did he wait nearly 12 years for help? If he missed his son this bad shouldn't he have pushed until he gained answers?

 

He rubs his palms across his eyes, hard until he sees colorful galaxies. His head is throbbing badly at another circle. No long internet searches gave him what he was looking for and all the remaining witnesses weren't of much help when he had spoken to them all.

 

If only he had a clue—

 

Standing rapidly from his seat, he startles the blonde alpha when he practically runs from his office.

 

“Wah! Where are you going!?”

 

“I need to speak with the boss!”

 

Confused splattering is heard yet he paid it no mind. 

 

Not when his thoughts are screaming at him to move.

---

“Ah, Chuuya! A sudden surprise to have you come here! What seems to be the is–”

 

“What do you know about Tsushima Shuuji?”

 

The outside chirps from many birds outside their building plus the traffic becomes radio static as both males stare at one another. He knows it's impolite to speak to his boss so bluntly but he's running on newfound energy to offer apologies.

 

Mori isn't offended. If anything it's like he was waiting for Chuuya to make the connection.

 

“Shuuji you say ....I haven't heard that name in such a long time. A real tragedy for what that boy had gone through.” Mori reminisces, a look of nostalgia filters in his dark magenta eyes. 

 

Chuuya takes a seat in the available office chairs, relieved he has something but before he can ask questions, Mori raises a hand to stop him “What caused you to finally come to me for this?”

 

Chuuya fumbles with the edge of his fixed coat, nerves high but a burst of confidence shimmers in him “I recalled you and Mr. Tsushima used to be old colleagues, at some point it had to be before you made your debut at the PM. But before I got to you, I wanted to get everyone else's testimony to see if anything connected but neither came close let alone offer a proper wording. You may hold more knowledge about the family than most of the people I spoke to, sir.”

 

“Hmm, I see. Well, you are correct, the Tsushimas and I were well acquainted years ago before we went our separate ways. Mrs.Tsushima passed away when the boy was merely 8 years old, leaving him with Generom and the rest of the servants who were there.” He sighs leaning back on his chair “Well more like the servants than the father. An unpleasant time for a boy who was constantly neglected and cast aside despite being the family heir.”

 

A burst of anger rises in Chuuya, remembering the face in the worn-out picture he has locked in his drawer. That poor pup!

 

“Please, do calm down Chuuya. My office doesn't need to be considered a suspect area for why our resident omega is filtering the room with his agitation.”

 

He blinks when he takes a moment to register the words. Flushing, he takes a few more breaths before muttering a small “...sorry, boss.”

 

He gets waived off “It's fine. Completely normal for you to react that way.” hands intertwined in front of him “Shall I continue?”

 

Chuuya nods, and for the rest of the time he spent there, there has not been a single moment when he didn't want to stomp out of the office and hunt down his client for what he's learned.

 

Finally done, his colleagues don't linger in their spots to part away, letting him thunder back to his office where an edged blonde awaits for him to burst.

 

“Hey…so uh..everything good?” He says with a careful approach.

 

Chuuya offers a tiny manic smile, confusing and scaring the blonde more with how he calmly responds “Dandy! Think I'm ready to add more things to my report.”

 

That grave is looking more and more tempting to dig further and add poisonous scorpions to the mix of spiders in there.

Notes:

With everything going on, I'm trying my best in writing and editing future chapters. Fair warning if I do take longer than usual to update its because of that reason alone. I'm too invested in this story to even consider calling it quits.

But in the meantime, if interested, there's more stories in my profile for you guys to enjoy!

Thank you all for your patience! See you soon!! 💜

Chapter 12: XII

Summary:

Few days have passed, landing Chuuya on a Tuesday afternoon when he blinks, lips forming a soft “oh”.

Notes:

Life sucks right now but here's another chapter!

Please enjoy!! 🫶🏼🤗

Few days have passed, landing Chuuya on a Tuesday afternoon when he blinks, lips forming a soft “oh”.

 

He almost forgot.

 

“Hey…can I ask you something?” Chuuya asks the blonde alpha who takes back his finger from poking at the distracted redhead. He'll yell at the blonde next time for it.

 

“Sure!” He chirps happily. He sits back down on the available chair he had taken from Akutagawa's desk. His partner is still on leave causing Albatross to be his temporary office mate.

 

Not by anyone's request, Mori had cared less when he learned about it.

 

In Chuuya's honest opinion, it feels like they're back in the academy with how fun and restless it gets in the once quiet room. 

 

Don't get him wrong, he loves working with the black haired alpha, best partner Chuuya can ever ask for, but when it comes to the blonde?

 

It's like everyday chaos or shitshow because Albatross would be dealing with the most peculiar clients and neither know what type of reaction they'll leave at the end of the day. Even fan mail is something to look forward to now, at least for Chuuya. He gets to witness what type of bullshit the blonde gets.

 

Unholy things that should not be spoken in the day.

 

“This shit again?! Maybe I should have the boss remove me from the fan list because tell me this ain't normal, Chu– STOP LAUGHING AT MY MISERY DAMMIT!!” He exclaims at the laughing omega.

 

Chuuya feels like he needs a medic every time with how painful his gut gets from the laughter that bursts out. It's nice to have a little sun to keep the dark clouds away.

 

“Are you next to keep an eye on the Phantom Thieves?

 

“Uh, I believe so. Might be another shuffle though but as far as I know, I'm with Tachihara on the next lookout.”

 

“And when will that be?”

 

“Two nights from now, 8:30pm”

 

So that would mean Thursday night, his next day off. Perfect!

 

“Great, count me in then!” He chirps with sudden excitement. “Send me your locations to meet you both there.”

 

He sits back on his chair focusing on finishing his report with a clear head. Tross’s stupefied stare burns the side of his head but he is too busy to explain by formulating a proper way to get to Dazai. 

 

He has to see him again.

 

The redhead already heard from his boss, he demands to know from the brunette what he knows. 

 

Despite the rift he caused, Chuuya's curiosity has yet to break in wanting to know more about the mysterious thief, still craving the knowledge in the same way the thief expressed to him.

 

Yes he still has thoughts about his job and yes it's wrong to encourage such behavior but he can't defy faith–refuses to turn away something that was written for him since the start.

 

This man, this peculiar alpha, he's something.

 

Wrote to him, things not many are capable of saying to him in fear of getting arrested or beaten for harassment.

 

Chased after him,despite knowing it was wrong to do.

 

Kissed and touched him, for being himself and not another dynamic. 

 

The omega knows he won't get that type of attention with another person.

 

So why can't Chuuya do the same?

 

He can't keep from taking risks when it comes to his happiness, look how that's going right now.

 

Worse and worse with each passing day.

 

Because what will happen if Dazai finds someone else when Chuuya finally is willing to give him a chance?

 

---

 

Thursday night came so quick, and for the first time in weeks he felt a spark of fresh curiosity from his omega.

 

It's still upset with Chuuya but after a few more sincere apologies for the pain he has them both going through, his omega pokes back at him with a curious chirp before he arrives to meet with the other alphas. He never wanted to cry buckets of joy for finally mentally hearing and seeing it walk to him.

 

Giving it a soft mental pat, he focuses back on the two idiots in front of him. He never thought he'd ever see both alphas become great friends but after that mail incident, miracles do appear to those who don't seek it.

 

Because these two not only share the lack of their surroundings they also share the most idiotic plans.

 

“You guys can't be serious.” Chuuya deadpans.

 

“Hey, from the three of us, you have more knowledge of Akutagawa's description of these guys.” Albatross says with a smug grin, the other alpha nods with him.

 

“Yeah but that doesn't mean I should be bait! The fuck am I supposed to do, stand and hope someone comes?” Chuuya scoffs “They aren't wild animals, moron. They're thieves.”

 

“Which is why you're set to be placed at the jewelry station. They've been taking shit loads of diamonds and other items recently, this is perfect to catch them off guard.” Tachihara reasons “They are aware we come in pairs, It's only natural to ruin their plan.”

 

Which is how he finds himself sitting in the dark, surrounded by sparkling diamonds and necklaces. It's been hours now and neither of his two colleagues had radioed him any updates. 

 

“Better pray we didn't come to the wrong store, guys” Chuuya grumbles, glares at the radio in his hand.

 

He stretches and takes another glance to his area before grumpily saying “What a fucking waste.” 

 

At least the diamonds were pretty to see sparkle.

 

He hops off the stool to radio the men about being done for the night when a slight noise catches his ears. He stops and pays attention to it again, it's closer now.

 

Hiding quickly behind the counter he keeps quiet as footsteps stop near his left, a quick sniff of the air has his heart beat jumping, both he and his omega tremble at the realization.

 

The alpha is here, completely unaware of the omega waiting for him. Maybe he can lay off scolding to his coworkers on the lack of updates.

 

Peeking from the glass case, he can see the man's back turned to him. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to take anything but Chuuya knows Dazai can be unpredictable. All the thieves are. 

 

‘No time to waste.’ he sends out a final prayer before taking action.

 

Inching slowly to the man, he raises from his spot. Aiming his gun to the broad back, he steels with full blown confidence and says “Drop the diamond, shithead. Turn around with your hands up.”

 

If Dazai is surprised he makes no show of it. Not like Chuuya expects it. The brunette sighs, back not giving any motion of turning to him or dropping the items, monotone voice ringing in the glittering boutique “Why are you here detective? Ready to arrest me like you promised?”

 

Chuuya bites back a whimper at the lack of pet name. Hell, even a stupid nickname is better than the cold title, but he didn't show up to cause another steer, this time he came in peace.

 

“I need to speak with you.” is all he says before adding “in private.”

 

“Oh? Scared someone will come and scold you?” Dazai turns around to face him, eyes covered in dark circles underneath, Chuuya aches knowing he was the reason for it.

 

His omega, however, couldn't help but let out a purr among them, happy in knowing the alpha was deeply affected the same way they were in their time of separation, joyed it wasn't the only one who missed them. Worst timing to let it be heard.

 

The soft noise bounces in the store causing the Dazai to widen his eyes before narrowing them with a snarl.

 

Not good.

 

“Is this a joke to you? Do you cops enjoy getting off on people's misery?” Dazai says with a firm grip of the staff in his hand. How did Chuuya miss that? When did he get one?

 

“You were busy focusing on saving the day to take notice, detective.” He answers to the baffled redhead. It hurts, he doesn't want that name. Starting to hate how it sounds coming from the taller man.

 

His title feels like a badge of humiliation than of honor.

 

“Don't call me that.” He says, his hold on the gun is starting to become slippery.

 

“Why? That is your title. You don't have another name for me to call you by” He gives a nasty sneer “I would call you by your name but we aren't anything to each other for me to do that, remember?”

 

Hurt, it hurts. 

 

His words being taunted back at him would always be one of his biggest regrets but what he won't regret is dropping his gun and moving with a speed he didn't think he had the energy to do to lunge at the man.

 

Stumbling back on the glass case, Dazai tenses at the sudden hold. Staff and burglaries dropping with loud “clangs”, he frees one arm to shove the detective away and tell him to commit to his words, ready to torment him in ways Dazai had been dealing with since the last time they've seen each other. He fists a loose shoulder, but stops mid way when he hears it.

 

Sniffles, pained sad sniffles followed by a slight dampness, sweetness slowly dropping with a muffled “I didn't mean it ...I'm sorry.” on his chest.

 

There's no way he's hearing right, he must've hit his head from the shove and the voices shifted in stupid hallucinations.

 

Yet the grip he's held onto has Dazai truly taken aback.

 

It's real.

 

The omega, prideful and confident Detective Nakahara Chuuya is apologizing for something that should make any alpha resent them on the spot and never look at them no matter how many apologies are spilled.

 

Yet Dazai can't find it in him to push him away.

 

How can he when he's been searching weeks for a way to approach the redhead again?

 

The alpha missed him, not like he'll say it to his face–emotions are still awkward with him–missed seeing the prideful redhead on the field, strutting in that stupid walk of his with his dumb smile aiming at the wrong men. Or voice so loud yet sweet to (not) dreamily sigh at.

 

Annoying and repulsive to let those thoughts back in his mind.

 

Sickening him to no end when it was other boring cops roaming the area getting extremely agitaded for how he could find no sight of him on every heist.

 

“....Such a troublesome chibi. I loathe you so much right now.” he whispers into a clammy temple.

 

I don't…

Notes:

They finally reunited 😭

Next chapter should be longer..I think...dont remember much of it lol but hope you guys enjoyed today's upload.

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Chapter 13: XIII

Summary:

This was why he wanted to be a beta.

Notes:

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The separation and rejection he experienced right after he left the redhead's apartment had Dazai nearly breaking down the omega's door or going through the balcony in hopes they could find common ground to stop the sudden pain from spreading. Almost went as far as swallowing his pride days later to beg on his knees to convince the omega to be his when it would worsen later on.

 

This was why he wanted to be a beta. They don't have to deal with this shit!

 

They're not quick to fall for stubborn shorties! Or anyone for that matter. Living life as free as a bird must be nice huh, Ranpo?

 

If the man heard him whine, his sake would be long gone in the drains for his idiotic bitching again.

 

Because no, its not as pleasant if he's playing babysitter to keep them out of messes like these.

 

“Your alpha isn't taking the rejection well, like it's shutting down in its guilt thinking it messed up,” Yosano said when she checked on him after another day of hibernation. The female alpha pats the covered lump on the bed, stopping when it shrivels in a staccato pace. She shifts her touch into circular brushes  “If you're feeling this way, imagine how it's going with him when he was the one who caused it.”

 

Chuuya's omega may have rejected the redhead too as punishment for this is the result done to their potential alpha. Dynamics won't reason with their host until said person fixes it and from how the days have passed, Dazai can't imagine what version of the pain Chuuya is going through.

 

That evokes a snarling growl but it turns into a yelp when Yosano smacks him with her fan.

 

“Hey don't get hissy with me, I'm just stating the obvious.” She huffs “Potential mates are like true mates but without the bite, and since you both had already tempted that thought, both of you are going through what we consider a withdrawal.”

 

“And how exactly am I supposed to get rid of this?” He says after another pained groan, its like back to back charlie horses that won't leave him alone. The roaring in his head almost compulses him to bash his head to the nearest surface.

 

Fuck this shit!!

 

She gets up from the edge of the bed, gathers her stuff, and motions Atsushi and Ranpo out of the room. Neither of the friends wanted to leave the alpha alone and almost considered making a plan to bring the detective here but it was shut down with Ranpo saying “Forcing it would make it worse, they'll resolve it in their own idiotic way.”

 

She turns back to the man, last advice for the night “Either let him go and try to move on or win him back.”

 

Neither option sounded appealing.

 

The next day, he rose and continued to do everything he shouldn't to forget about the pain. 

 

It was working (not really) until now.

 

Quick reflexes help to catch the fainted omega, a grunt leaves his lips as his back makes contact with the glass box the heavier he slumps on the alpha. Shit, Yosano wasn't lying about the rejector having it worse; Chuuya has dark circles under his eyes, way worse than Dazai’s in a sense. In the dim light, can see his hair more unruly and dim as if it had lost its natural shine to reflect the shorter man's mood. He’s lighter–unnaturally thinner– with his clothes making him look swamped in them. 

 

Rejection is literally an omega’s worst enemy, whether they do it or not.

 

And yet he still looks so beautiful to him, crappy appearance and all.

 

It's gross, so gross the feeling to be this smitten and know how ultimately wrong it is to chase again but he's never been this content. His alpha, a nuisance he's always had the unfortunate thing to have yap at him, has finally settled down. No more demands, no more howling in guilt for a blame it didn't do, content to stare tenderly at the omega in his arms.

 

He wants to gag.

 

A small noise is heard on his chest, snapping his gaze down. Chuuya’s face is pinched in pain, his mind probably still tormenting him since the alpha had yet to accept his apology.

 

“That's not good,” he mumbles. He raises his hand to his mouth to take off his glove, spitting it to the glass case to rip a small layer of his bandages to use the smaller glands he has on his wrist. With a carefulness he didn't think he possessed, he rubs the omega’s cheek before descending it to his neck. He rubs until he can sense not only a change in scent but also a light purr coming out of the redhead. 

 

It's not long before he smiles at his accomplishment.

 

There's color in his cheeks, expression easing in light peace causing Dazai to rumble proudly.

 

He did that. The omega is at ease with him. 

 

It's warm in his hollow chest again.

 

“Let's get you outside, darling. It's too stuffy to keep you in here."He gently lifts him in his arms to place on his back, ears on high alert when a shuffle is heard on the other side of the building.”I'm sure your coworkers won't mind if I steal you away.”

 

Like hell he's gonna leave him with that stinky alpha that was too close for comfort, if his lingering scent was to go by.

 

Gathering his fallen staff and loot, he makes his way out the secret backdoor to climb up the stairs leading to the restricted rooftop. Diamonds and jewels hold unlimited value but nothing can compare to the one he's carrying away.

 

---

 

Has time passed?

 

Chuuya can't tell, not with the faint throbbing on his head from the amount of tears he had shed plus his body feeling sluggish from the released tension. It takes him a minute but he can sense a difference in how he was feeling before to how he feels now.

 

It's not heavy.

 

The cushion he's resting on is nice though, purring in delight at how soft it feels on his face. He's displeased when it rumbles in the middle of his scenting.

 

“Any more, and I'll think you are trying to claim your territory, sweetheart.” a voice says above him, its light vibration making him bounce and scrunch his nose for the interruption “Not that I'd mind, yours smells better than mine.”

 

Gloveless fingers scratch at his scalp, it has him raising his head to look down at red-tinted brown eyes that stare back in light amusement.

 

Blue eyes blink, lifts a hand to rub them to make sure he isn't seeing things. Done and nope, the alpha is still under him rumbling a croon to relax him on the spot.

 

God, he can't believe he almost let this man go.

 

Any other night, Chuuya would spring away from the man shouting and waving handcuffs in the air with threats to send him to Akutagawa for the final time.

 

Ideal responsible path.

 

He chooses instead to crawl up the slender broad body to hide his face on the bandaged man's neck. “You don't smell bad, dumbass. Whoever said you did, has shit for brains.”

 

He frowns when the man tenses before slightly relaxing again. Arms circle his waist, cradling him fully to hide him from the outside world. He barely registers the soft timber of the alpha's voice. “As much as I'm enjoying this and the pain in my back, what was it you wanted to talk about, chibi?”

 

“You didn't kill Shuuji.”

 

Straight as a bullet, he begins.

 

The body beneath him tenses all over, Chuuya thinks Dazai's gonna get up and leave him alone on the rooftop when he just slumps back on the ground. The redhead can't tell if he's annoyed, tired, or regretting sticking around by his blank expression but his tone hurts Chuuya's ears, so tired, so….lost and defeated.

 

“Why are you set on finding him? I already told you, he's not worth–”

 

“Because I want to know why after all these years he is choosing to keep hiding then report what he went through.”

 

A bark of laughter erupts from Dazai, jolting Chuuya to move away. It wasn't about fear or irritation but about how the air around them became thick with unexplained emotions.

 

A glare, lifeless and cold, is aimed at him but Chuuya maintains it with a calm gaze. “You think he didn't? No one believed him or considered him truthful to take seriously, a pathetic kid.” His face darkens “I told you Chuuya, he's gone. I killed him, resting six feet under with his mom.” He stands to pace across the pavement, scent dropping in musty agitation “Why can't you officers leave those who don't want to be found alone? Do you want that recognition so badly on your wall full of awards?”

 

Chuuya for his part doesn't rise to it. The embers of his frustration are being stoked but the last time he let it light up, unforgiving things were said. He remains to the side, lets the alpha pace more before quietly getting up from his knees. 

 

Taking measured steps, he stops at a good distance for the man to notice his presence. Once he does, it's Chuuya's turn to open a scent patch to let out a small dose of his pheromones to relax the now trembling alpha. 

 

It's not hard to recognize the difference between shaking in anger with shaking in fight or fright. The redhead triggered something and is demanding him to uncover the mystery.

 

“You do know it's my job to detect lies and truth right? For a considered master liar and manipulator, this right now is kinda pathetic to consider it being some sort of manipulation tactic.” He says in dead bluntness “Shuuji disappeared but not in a way of taking death's hand.” He takes a few more steps to stop in the heaving alpha’s space. Flags are once again flapping to warn him away from the rising waters but Chuuya has broken so many on his way down he's not fazed by them.

 

He's past swimming in its forbidden currents, he's drowning.

 

“He's here but at the same time he isn't.”

 

Dazai's masked eye twitches at the omega's bluntness and proud assumption “And why do you keep thinking that?”

 

“Because I'm looking right at him and he's tired of being unheard.” A small hand lands on the thief's chest “He wants to be found but not to be returned to the life that mistreated him. But to one that has no limits.”

 

Body standing at full height with big brown eyes, Chuuya knows he caught him speechless. Dazai's mouth opens and closes, and one word slips into the air. A hoarse and small “....how?”

 

A cool hand cups a cooler cheek, thumb brushing tenderly on the white mask's edges “A hunch, you can say. Bandages were once here right?”

 

How did he not connect it before?

 

God, Chuuya really is an idiot for almost letting both escape his grasp.

 

The alpha’s brain isn't helping him form any sentences. All static, crashing, rebooting, repeating. Dazai can feel his throat closing like a noose he once tried, air too hard to breathe back in. Brown eyes move wildly, ready to deny all the detective’s deductions or look for a closer ledge for him to jump at but his lips shut back up when the first teardrops fall.

 

Oh.

 

Blue eyes have never looked so lighter and crestfallen, tears like tiny comets sparkle down rosy cheeks. His eyes have yet to move away from the white mask where the thumb slipped underneath to gently caress the badly healed scar.

 

No one has ever looked so tragic yet breathtaking to Dazai as this person before him.

 

The omega isn't crying because of him (thank goodness), he's crying for him, for Shuuji—a feeling Dazai has never given himself to do or allow.

 

“My boss…told me bits but I want to know your side.” timid steps to the unmoving body’s space, watery blue shyly flickers to him before averting, a timid smile grows on his flushed face “I'm curious about you, sweetheart, whichever side you want to share.”

 

He smiled. 

 

The redhead gave Dazai a glimpse of his smile. No sneers, scowls, or frowns.

 

A very lovely smile.

 

His dead heart has never beaten so fast, so hard, so desperately, he won't be surprised if he dies right there from a sudden heart attack.

 

Should he bite the omega right here?

 

Nah he'll save it for when he finally takes him to bed, hopefully. Rooftop sex for another time.

 

For now, he grabs the back of the startled omega's head and presses their lips to meet after a long agonizing separation. 

 

Dry chapped lips have never felt like the sweetest ‘Welcome Home.’

 

He says in between kisses “Fuck, sweetheart. You really are cruel underneath the uniform.” Hands skim down to slender hips–he's high on sugary ecstasy.

 

What a marvelous drug to consume.

 

Pulling his purring darling closer to prevent any space from keeping them apart “Such a big meanie, so mean so cruel. How dare you!?”

 

Why are you not heartless?

 

“You're such an ass. Always has to find a way to ruin the moment.” He snarks back, hands clumsily grabbing light wrinkled lapels. He sighs happily from the continuous kisses “Bastard, quit forcing me up! Stop being inconsiderate and bend down!”

 

You're worth saving.

Notes:

I cried like a baby when I came back to edit this chapter like, my goodness it wasn't sad but I felt so emotional lmao 😭
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Chapter 14: XIV

Summary:

“Now that it comes to me, how did we get here?”

Notes:

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“Now that it comes to me, how did we get here?”

 

“You passed out back there. Had to carry you up the stairs for the air to hit your face.” Dazai states, faking an exaggerated wince that nearly topples Chuuya to the side and whines, “I'm gonna be sore tomorrow! This is your fault!”

 

“Ever taken into consideration putting more weight on those noodle arms than blaming others?” Chuuya says as he pokes one “It's a wonder how you're able to lift yourself in random places for these to not snap under pressure.”

 

“Maybe that's why you never grew past 5’3. All that meanness and anger stopped you from it.”

 

“The fuck does my height have anything to do with this?! You're just bringing shit to the conversation, you ass.”

 

"I'm starting to question if the law is generous to let their employees have free will of their foul mouths during their working hours. Is that part of the job description?"

 

Making amends after an exhausting revelation is one Chuuya would put all the way down on his “NOT TO DO AGAIN LIST”. Many things are written there but this goes straight to the top in fat red letters.

 

He doesn't think he could go weeks with that pain and neither can the brunette with how clingy he's fast becoming, even removing his scent blockers to bury his face on the redhead's soft neck.

 

“Loosen the grip will ya? Any harder and I think I'll be seeing my organs right in front of me.” He says with a groan, wiggling in the caged arms to prove his point.

 

It works, but those arms pull him right back into a broad chest when he tries to make space.

 

He's never encountered such a clingy person, let alone one who is an alpha. Are they even supposed to be?

 

“Now you are being unfair. One minute you're purring in my arms and whining to come back–”

 

“You might be going senile, mackerel.”

 

“Next, you want to escape.” He pouts at the insult. “I'm hurt, slug. Damaged and ready to cry fits of unfairness.”

 

“I'm sitting willingly on your lap.” Chuuya deadpans, flicking a finger to the brunette’s button nose, receiving a pitched “Hey!”. “And you do that regardless. Besides, if I wanted to escape, I should've done it way before I sat here.” he squirms again “How do you manage to run away from us with such bony legs? Can't find a proper way to sit before my ass begins to hurt again.”

 

He jumps from the unexpected grip on his hips, preventing him from making any movements. He exclaims, “Hey, what gives?”

 

“Either you ease up on the wiggling or I'll sacrifice my back again for you to lie down.”

 

“So you can blame me for more soreness?” He snorts “No thanks, try working on this too.” He says poking a tailored thigh.

 

“Whatever you say, just stop” He makes a tiny noise when the redhead moves again.

 

Chuuya pauses again, taking a closer look at the brunette. Dark locks may cover most of his face but Chuuya can catch a hint of red on them.

 

“What's up with you? Are you coming down with something?” He says brushing away the thief's bangs to feel his forehead.

 

Not burning hot but not feverish, lukewarm. His frown deepens when the brunette inhales choppily. He's about to ask again when the brunette answers “Not exactly, but would rather you not do that again….for my sake more than yours.”

 

“Huh?”

 

The brunette lets out a sharp huff before grabbing the redhead's hand to place it boldly on his groin. Chuuya's face warms as his omega mentally chirps in delight, the alpha is sporting a semi. By his adjusting wiggles.

 

Oh lord, the redhead forgot how it felt in his hand, clenching his legs to stop the wetness from pooling. Daydreams or fantasies will never compare again.

 

“O-oh.”

 

He snorts “ ‘Oh’ he says,” shaking his head, he adjusts Chuuya on his lap. “Just ignore it, it'll go down in a–” he's cut off with his own unmanly gasp.

 

He will take that pitched gasp to the grave for no one to hear ever again.

 

The squeeze the omega provided got a wave of pleasure flaring up in him. It happens again and again until he's unconsciously spreading his legs to make room for the redhead to invade.

 

“C–Chuuya, wait–” He's not gonna last.

 

This is what happens when he depends on his hand after not getting a proper orgasm–high body sensitivity.

 

The worst!

 

His nose can catch how the omega’s scent ripens with arousal (mouthwatering) with each noise he's slipping out yet fingers on his button and zipper have him snatching the hand away. 

 

Chuuya jolts, face and scent contorting in startlement before shifting.

 

Nope, not again. They just reconciled!

 

“No, no, come here.” Dazai pants pulling the other on top of him, sacrificing his back it is. “You didn't do anything wrong but would rather we do this in a private place where neither group catches us so easily.”

 

Chuuya grunts, muffling out “Forgetting past meetings? Thought you didn't care about right or wrong.”

 

“I don't but if I were to someday be caught, I would rather it not be with my dick out for my friends or the rest of the force to see.” his breathing finally under control “I want to be remembered by my crimes not by how it was swinging to the cop car.” He goes as far as to shudder at that mental picture.

 

Chuuya snorts before an untamed burst of laughter is heard in the open night. Dazai, mesmerized by it, couldn't help but laugh with him.

 

They laugh until their stomachs hurt, pheromones mixing in pure blissful happiness around them.

 

---

 

Eventually, it dies down, bodies calming from the after effects. Sitting back up, they resume their previous position, only this time Chuuya remains slouched on the alpha's front. The coat he was borrowing makes a nice cushion.

 

He's quiet but a cool nose pokes at his temple. He turns to see dark eyes patiently waiting. His eyes flutter shut when a forehead gently headbutts him. “What's going on in that head of yours? Dazai whispers–voice so velvety it has Chuuya unconsciously nuzzling on him, particularly on his neck causing an ecstatic groan to rumble out of the alpha.

 

“This might be crazy…” he starts off

 

Dazai lets a low laugh “Darling, what we're already doing is past crazy.”

 

No lie right there and somehow no haunting regret either.

 

Chuuya bites his lip, scent taking an uncertain turn with Dazai responding by releasing in gentle encouragement.

 

“Come on, where did that cocky detective go?”

 

“Thought you disliked him?”

 

“He has his moments when he's bearable.”

 

Chuuya quietly laughs, taking a gentle hold of the man's hand. Brushing his thumb on the soft skin and bandages peeking out, he doesn't know why he's hesitating, he's already done things with the man that would have anyone looking as if he grew a second head. But asking him if he knows about them being potential mates is what has him bashful.

 

“You aware of potential mates?”

 

Chuuya quickly turns to gape at the man who is avoiding his gaze by looking at the starry sky. He nods numbly and waits for the alpha to speak.

 

“I thought it was all stupid shit that adults would spread to googly-eyed kids for them to be in this crazy search for someone that may not even want or be stuck with them.” He snorts, mumbling “I know I gave up on wanting one.”

 

Chuuya’s sharp inhale has Dazai shaking in silent giggles, hugging him tightly to prevent him from scooting away. 

 

“You're alright, detective. A bit slow, brutal, and mean but still disgustingly sparking something within me. Think you can try to keep up?”

 

‘Would you let me chase you again?’

 

Chuuya stops his squirming, blue eyes meet brown, the thrill of the chase overshadows his beliefs. Shoving him on his back earns the omega an approved growl as he straddles the thief's hips comfortably.

 

A cocky smirk is flashed, “You better run faster than you've ever had if you don't want to test my new cuffs. Had them customized especially just for slippery fishes like you.” he finishes his declaration with his nails raking down the alpha's chest.

 

‘Catch me if you can.’

 

Neither can wait till their next rendezvous.

 

---

 

After finally separating from the thief’s arms (running hands) Chuuya makes his way back where his coworkers are having what looks to be a screaming match.

 

No, they're not angry with each other (doesn't smell that way from where he's at) but more of trying to stop the other from going into a full panic. Hair all over as if they didn't know where else they could place their shaky hands, Albatross is shaking his radio in hopes of hearing who knows what on the other side with Tachihara pacing back and forth on his phone, face churned as if constipated. 

 

These are the men protecting the streets, ladies and gentlemen.

 

Either the person on the side isn't responding or he's getting scolded by Hirotsu again. Both their backs exposed and distracted, Chuuya won't be surprised if someone came and stole the turned-on cop car given how focused they are in whatever they're doing.

 

Again. 

 

Steps mimicking a quiet kitten, he nears and waits a few feet away. Not within eye distance but almost for them to realize there's someone there.

 

They don't look at him.

 

“Shit this is bad,” He hears Tachihara mumble “He's not answering the phone!”

 

“He's not answering his radio either.” Albatross says from his place on the ground “Fuck, the boss won't be happy for not only including letting him know Chuuya came tonight, but that we also got him lost.”

 

“Son of a bitch! I don't want to do more paperwork.” Tachihara says as he paces more “We're gonna be benched on desk duty until our hands fall off!”

 

Chuuya's heard enough, idiots. It's a wonder how they pass rank and are described as the best when they drop into headless chickens in mere seconds.

 

Then again, he is to blame for not answering but…he was busy. 

 

He'll leave it at that.

 

“You guys do know, I'm right here, right?” He says from his spot by the car “Me missing won't be as bad as you guys letting the car get stolen for not locking its doors.”

 

He yelps as he's suddenly swamped by two crying alphas. Scents in the air rapidly shift into a lighter and relieving smell.

 

Good, his nose was starting to hurt from the overbearing smell.

 

But as fast as they hugged him, they let him go with a step back. Chuuya knows it's the brunette's scent that has them on edge.

 

Kinda.

 

“We're beyond glad to see you in one piece but did one of the thieves hurt you in there?” Tachihara says with a protective stance.

 

“Yeah, you have a, uh,....odd smell on you,” Albatross says to him.

 

Odd as in the alpha reluctantly used a random spray on him to hide his presence before they separated.

 

“When we're alone in your apartment, I'm bathing you so much no one will stop me.”

 

“Who the hell said you're invited back?”

 

“Now Chibi, do we need to go over a lesson in guest welcoming?”

 

“I don't recall ever considering you a guest.”

 

“.....”

 

“.....”

 

“Chuuya needs to work on his hosting.”

 

“And you need to work on personal space–you're too close! Fuck off!” He exclaims “What's the point of using that shit if you're still going to–Get that hand away from there!”

 

Chuuya turns his head away, sporting a sneering face “No! The bastard threw a nasty smoke bomb and managed to slip away.” He kicked an innocent rock to the other side of the car tire “Thankfully didn't take anything but I still couldn't handcuff him!”

 

Lies, he did take a few diamonds. The bag that swung on the other side of his staff mocked him with its goodbye. Chuuya was out cold to know which ones it was.

 

The alphas look at each other and with mutual pats to their shoulders and a final search of the area, they hop into their respective vehicles calling it a night.

 

If he's gonna do this with the brunette, he's gonna be praying nearly every single night for no one to crime him.

 

---

 

“You're looking chipper, Dazai!” Atsushi says in the kitchen “Another successful night?!”

 

Dazai removes his hat and mask, a satisfying smirk graces his face “You could say that.”

 

Yosano rolls her amused eyes when she walks past to change out for the night "He's not howling like he has been so it's a win." She nabs his bag "I'm taking these as payment."

 

Dazai pouts at her with Atsushi looking confused. Ranpo is the one to bluntly say the following right after “He and shortie made up.” He chews on a marshmallow “You told him yet?”

 

Dazai sighs “He found out the identity and Mori told him bits.” He flops on the table chair to munch on a grape from Atsushi's fruit salad. “Not the full story yet but we'll get there.”

 

“Better do it fast, time is running out, you know.”

 

He does but the alpha is also going to enjoy the upcoming moments too.

Notes:

Ah, the calm before the storm but at least they're happy again. My favorite dorks 🙈

Anyways, thank you all so much for reading! See you soon!! 🤗💜💐

P.S.–Wanted to share a personal thought but I've been hearing "Provider" by Sleep Token on repeat and I can't unhear or unsee it anymore for every story/chapter I write, it's their song. "Caramel" is another too, and "Dangerous". AHH the power of music!

Chapter 15: XV

Summary:

And boy what a change that was.

Notes:

New chapter yay!! Much love and appreciation 🙏

Hope you all enjoy!!

“That glow is really shining on you, sir!” Higuchi gushes “Are you feeling better now?”

 

“Told you Chuuya is fine.” He gives a mock disapproving glare at the blonde beta before a smile breaks out on his face “Yeah, you can say that. Changing things in my personal life was what I needed I guess.”

 

And boy what a change that was. 

 

Chuuya still has the voices whispering how he's going to get caught for being involved with a well-known criminal but the insecurities poof away when the tenderness is enough to block.

 

Nothing has changed, at least in front of everyone that is. 

 

He still chases the thief whenever Akutagawa (who came back) needs the assistance, the thief still mocks him and the rest of the force for being unable to apprehend one of them. 

 

Night after night is the same cat-and-mouse game, neither side surrendering nor calling quits.

 

But when he's backed into a random alleyway, away from hawk-like eyes, facades are dropped and replaced by insatiable hunger and untamed sugar.

 

It depends actually. Sometimes they find ways to get rid of the remaining adrenaline by reenacting their first encounters: full-blown make-out sessions, heavy petting, or grinding. When that's not enough it goes higher with rough hand jobs or, in Chuuya’s case, fingered or eaten out until he cries. Many don't question his disheveled state when he comes back or why his scent glands are so red when he takes the scent blockers off. Alphas avoid him again and betas just assume he got into a scuffle and probably lost.

 

‘That's one way to put it’, Chuuya muses.

 

But not every run-in is sexual and thrilling, there are some nights when they just meet on a rooftop and talk about things they've never deeply shared with those who are close to them.

 

Chuuya learned how Dazai came to be–a trust the omega knows it's hard to earn little by little he's learning–how meeting the rest of the thieves was like a bucket of fresh air from how similar they reflected one another, how meeting another alpha by the name Oda Sakunosuke is what gave him another motivation to unconsciously find his mate.

 

“I guess he knew,” Dazai says, stomach happy on the freshly homemade bento the omega shyly brought him. Happy smooches, teases about being a good housewife while being bathed in strong green apples, cinnamon, and sandalwood is awarded to him. Swatting the alpha for being annoying also happened–such a tsundere omega. “He was weird but not in a ‘stay away from me’ weird. More like he understood things without knowing fully the person.” He taps the ashes from his cigarette on the side of the building. “Never judgmental or repriming, always caring to help those who need it.”

 

“Seems like a good friend.”

 

A nostalgic flash comes across the brunette's face “.....yeah he was.”

 

Nothing else needed to be followed for Chuuya to understand how meaningful that person was to the thief. He doesn't stop his happy purr of someone taking the time to help the brunette see.

 

Chuuya also shared a bit of his past, how he met the Flags, how many wanted to see him fail because of his dynamic, among other things.

 

“I don't think it was about your dynamic but your height.” Dazai teases from where he lies on his lap “No criminal gets intimidated by a short, flashy redhead who sounds like he barks more than he can chew.” He turns his face to give a small bite on the plump thigh, enjoying the jump “I'm definitely not, it's like watching a spoiled little rich girl getting frustrated for not getting her way.”

 

He's abruptly suffocated by his hat for that, laughing as he rolls away to escape when it's used as a weapon against the man's angry outbursts.

 

Many similar nights follow after that, never meeting in broad daylight. Doing everything backwards but oddly working perfectly fine.

 

Treating each other like lovers who have been separated for such a long time rather than strangers who met at a stupid auction.

 

One thing they have yet to breach is the topic of mating, more practically when their cycles come. And Chuuya can sense his heat coming faster than he would've liked.

 

Again, there's nothing to be bashful about– what he tells to his reflection–the man already went down on him and touched him in ways he never dreamed of exploring and doing when the letters came back.

 

For a clingy bastard, he respects Chuuya’s space surprisingly well.

 

But is he ready to share a heat as potential mates? 

 

Ruts and heats may hold the same intimacy, but this won't be a regular cramping in search of relief. It’ll be more intense, searching more than a few rounds, a deeper connection even if they still have a long way to go. A bite can be given and the chances of coming out pregnant are higher with how compatible they are.

 

“Sir, everything ok?” Higuchi says with a worried hint.

 

Chuuya blinks when he realizes how hard he's gripping the folder. He needs to stop blacking out on his thoughts if he doesn't want his colleagues to get suspicious about his behavior. Though he is glad that it's Higuchi here with him and not some other who is able to notice the change in his scent from how his omega is hopping and squealing all over in just the mere thought of spending more than a night with the alpha.

 

He can't scold it, not when he's also leaning into the idea. 

 

But if the man declines (appearances can lie), Chuuya has enough material to get him through the week.

 

Chuuya blushes, clearing his throat he says “Y-yeah just remembered about sending the boss my time off for my upcoming heat.” He moves across the room to gather his files “With everything going on, I stupidly didn't keep track of it so it might be sooner than it usually is.”

 

“Oh!” She gasps “Right, it has been hectic these past weeks. With the crime more or less the same, Akutagawa is dealing with those thieves and you with the missing person case..” She bites her lip “How's that going by the way?”

 

A beta with a bleeding heart for missing children is something many should look up to. She admitted to him that she hopes one day to have children, but, like him, would rather wait for Mr.Right than some dimwit of the streets.

 

“It's….going. I have some things to organize but it's not as bad as before.” He says with a slight smile.

 

And by organizing he means how he's going to declare it cold. If this were Chuuya from years back, he'd never do such a thing. Through hell and water, it would be brought to light and he would gloat how another success brought happiness to a desperate family.

 

But in all honesty, that family deserves to rot for its horrible crimes.

 

Because if he concludes it and Dazai is found, his mate would not only be back into the world that nearly killed him but also had said his father is capable of doing everything in his power to keep him away from the outside world.

 

The alpha had to hold the omega back from searching for his father when talks about forcing the brunette to be suited with another omega nearly drove him feral.

 

“If chibi detective had responded to my courtship back then, we would've had the upper hand.” He had said as he licked his fingers clean.

 

“What you wrote was too stalkerish to be considered courtship.” Chuuya said after coming down from his orgasm, purring when cleaner fingers massage his scalp “Felt like you took pleasure in harassing me behind the scenes.”

 

“........”

 

Dazai would never let Chuuya hear the end of how he was (unconsciously) being courted since the first letter and it took him this long to stupidly realize (accept) it.

 

The alpha had been whining about “oblivious chibis” and “ribbon with no brains” when the redhead told him with a straight face for nights ends but it all ended when he got pounced on by the omega.

 

No one is going to take away his mate, and Dazai was all too happy to let Chuuya mark him in ways he never considered to enjoy.

 

Who would've thought his short omega could be this vicious on what's his?

 

Higuchi smiles and before she says anything to change the topic, Lippmann comes to his office with a bright knowing smile.

 

“Oh, Chuuya! I want to be upset with you right now but that can wait. You have a guest who is asking for you!!”

 

“A guest?” He questions, both he and the beta are confused by the greeting “Wait a minute, what did I do?”

 

If his guest is Tsushima, he knows Lippmann wouldn't be this happy to announce it nor say it like that, and for the blonde to be upset? He can't recall what he'd done to….

 

Color almost drains from his face to pool at his feet when a thought comes; did they figure him out?!

 

He knows he's been careful and made sure not to come back with evidence or suspicion of his nightly visits. Were there trails he unconsciously left behind? Had they not been careful enough?

 

His scent blockers may be choking back his scent from leaking but it's how he exited the room and tensed at the sight that dumbfounded his coworkers.

 

He can't say he's happy but he can't also say he's close to screaming profanities.

 

Dark blue long sleeve shirt tucked in well ironed black dress pants adorned with a black coat on his frame. Hair tucked and pinned behind his ear, barely visible scent blockers of the good material are patched on his glands to fully cover his scent and give off the cologne, thin reading glasses framing his face, and a messenger bag casually hanging from his shoulder and finishing with worn-out sneakers, is the same man he's been meeting in secret for the past month now. Appearance screams college nerd rather than dramatic criminal.

 

Who is giving Chuuya a wide smile and a knowing glint in his eyes.

 

‘THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?!?!’

 

“Hey, sweetheart! Ready to take you to lunch?” Dazai tilts his head innocently asking “This is the right time right?”

 

Maybe there is a reason why his gut was telling him to disengage on the first day ....BECAUSE OF SHIT LIKE THIS! They've never done daylight or spoken about it, does this man still harbor a twisted sense to have them caught?!

 

“Yes!” Lippmann says after the redhead takes forever to answer “Chuuya, you've been in that stuffy office all day, you need air.” It's all that meets his ears when he's shamelessly pushed to the mystery man gracing their lobby.

 

He snaps out of it when he lands on a softer chest that he has to fight back a purr from how different it feels in that moment but how the eyes around them (mostly the girls) almost make his omega want to snarl.

 

‘Don't look at him, he's not yours!’

 

“Ready?” Dazai looks down at him, ignoring his surroundings for his answer.

 

Chuuya only nods, after informing his colleagues of his whereabouts, they leave. 

 

He's going to make the bastard pay for their food for that little show. 

 

They're definitely talking seriously after.

 

---

 

“Are you fucking insane?!” is what slips out when they sit at a random burger spot. Not the first thing that he would've chosen but Chuuya needed to be away from his work location, “What's with this surprise visit?” He lowers his voice next “What if you stumbled into your father right there and the case was automatically done?!”

 

Dazai, for his part isn't fazed. If anything, he's enjoying eating the leftover fries on Chuuya’s tray, irritating the omega more. “You're worrying too much, darling. Your coworker might be right, staying in the forsaken office may have stolen what remains of your brain air.”

 

His words don't wipe away the scowl on the omega's face. Bummer.

 

With a loud sigh, he slides to the scowling omega's side on their booth. In sweet honesty, he voices “As for my visit, I came to see you, of course. I love to keep doing our nightly visits but I know it's not going to be enough in the long run so figured why not test meetings in daylight?” He swallows another fry before continuing “It's too bright for my taste but I'm seeing things that the moonlight and streetlights can't fully provide.”

 

He grabs the omega's chin to pull him close, eyes growing dark when pupils shrink as he scans his whole face “For example, I didn't know you had this many freckles on your face or how your eyes can take another shade of blue.” He twirls a finger on a loose red curl that slipped from the omega's ear “Or how lighter your hair looks in the sun." His eyes begin to unfocus as he mumbles in the close space, “Strawberryblonde…I wonder how they'll look when...?”

 

There he goes again speaking all cryptic but Chuuya is too busy trying to lower the heat on his face then demanding a more clear explanation.

 

He forgot how dangerous this man is with his words, yet he finds no objection to it all. Doesn't matter the time or setting, he wants to hear more.

 

“Y–you still haven't answered, mackerel…” He whispers out, voice croaking from the flustering.

 

Dazai hums, moving back a little but keeping a finger tracing the omega's features “I don't think he'll recognize me but won't risk it as much.” He lowers his voice to avoid eavesdroppers. “I did run away at 14, my appearance changed over the years I was gone, from what I was told.”

 

“What about ....” He trails off, blue eyes flickering to the hidden scar on his left eye. From a distance you can't see anything, not even his bandages are considered out of place. You can't even notice he had any.

 

“We have a specialized makeup artist in our group, darling. She knows what she's doing.” He pats his fist-formed hand “She's an alpha, no need to be jealous~”

 

“Why would I be jealous of that?” He says with a turn of his nose “I don't care.”

 

Dazai watches him amusingly, stealing a fry from his tray “Sure, sure. I'll pretend not to have heard your cute little growl at the mention then. Nor back at the station from all those eyes.”

 

Shit!

 

“My growl is not cute, it's intimidating!” He puffs in defense "And I did no such thing, you liar!"

 

Dazai laughs so boyishly, Chuuya can let himself swoon for a few more seconds.

 

He can forget about reality for a few more minutes if the alpha can keep the bubble over them from popping.

Notes:

Dazai pulling a Clark Kent was the best thing I had mentally envisioned him doing. It doesn't help how many official arts of him with glasses make him look so good 😩
Chuuya is such a lucky man to have all that in his perimeter 😭 just enjoy the unexpected date!!

Thank you all for reading, see you soon! 💜

Chapter 16: XVI

Summary:

“That frown is going to stay on your face the longer you hold it.”

Notes:

Life update: Miserable, adding with getting my braces tightened. THE WORST!

BUT, we have new chapter!! 🥳 I've been keeping my mind busy so hopefully I can get out of this funk fast and be more active 🙏 –watch me go inactive until further notice lmao 🤣

Thank you for the continuous support. Enjoy!

“That frown is going to stay on your face the longer you hold it.” Dazai says as he reaches forward to rub it away “At least look like you're enjoying yourself?”

 

“How are you this calm?!” Chuuya snaps back at the nonchalant brunette “We shouldn't even be here, I shouldn't be here. I should be at work by now trying to figure out how to close your case.”

 

Chuuya ended up getting convinced to walk around the pier at Yokohama Bay with a beaming Dazai. What should've been a fake lunch, ugh, date ended up becoming a full real date. 

 

No, it did not have his chest swelling in joy. 

 

“How else will I test if I like mornings?” is what the thief had said.

 

“Go outside by yourself?”

 

“I'll do that when I don't have to crane down to look at you ever again.”

 

He dodged a kick trip before running away with an annoyed omega on his tail.

 

The redhead should've been firm on returning, reminding the thief of his job of having no rest for the wicked.

 

But it only took big pleading eyes, an exaggerated pout, and sweet charms for Chuuya to give in. If he said no, it would've gone further knowing Dazai had been ready to drop and roll in a whiny tantrum, but this first embarrassing (endearing) display had the redhead's heart thumping stupidly from making it happen.

 

A grown ass criminal alpha should not be this cute, dammit!!

 

“Just tell the old man there's nothing you can do.” Dazai says with a shrug “It's been years, let him think the worst. I know I would”

 

“Easy for you to say,” Chuuya mumbles as he rests his elbows on the railing. “He's not breathing down your neck for immediate responses or claiming your worthlessness.”

 

Dazai's quiet at his side, Chuuya curses for his bluntness at how that may have hit way too close to home for the brunette when a small growl is heard. A gasp comes in place of an apology when he's embraced from behind, letting his body relax as the man pulls him closer. Like a puppet cut from its strings, he's coddled by Dazai's affection.

 

Despite in the start being against the extended break, he can't help but purr at how sated he feels. The ocean breeze on his face, sun beaming down so warmly with his current attention hogger on his back?

 

Bliss.

 

“Doesn't that bring fond childhood memories? Harassment and victimization are one of the old man's favorite tricks. Don't let him see you submit to him so fast or he'll abuse it against you every chance he gets.” Dazai mumbles to his temple “Besides,” arms tighten causing Chuuya to wiggle in his hold “he's not the alpha you should be submitting to at all. That's disturbing.”

 

Chuuya scoffs, “Thanks for the tip.” face wrinkles next “And barf. As if I'll lower myself for someone like that.”

 

One hand leaves the redhead's waist to pull back his curls resting on his neck. Chuuya bites his lips when he feels soft butterfly kisses all over his covered glands. It could be his heat approaching or just a natural reaction to the man but his body is begging for more.

 

More of those lips or hands on every part of his skin.

 

“My darling has high standards, good to know.” Dazai hums on his neck, smirking as tremors evoke. He gives a small nibble when the purrs bring their highest volume. “Only alpha you should submit is to me, no one else.”

 

That possessiveness should not have caused a flood of want swimming in his veins. His hands grip the railing before quickly grabbing hands that tease the bottom of his shirt.

 

Absolutely not in daylight!

 

Chuuya pants out, “Cocky, aren't ya?”

 

A husky laugh followed by a press of hips has him going cherry “Darling you don't know the half of it.” He nibbles at the back of his neck, causing Chuuya to arch on him, lips pressed tight to stop a whimper. Thank god there are minimal people around. “When it comes to you, I want to be a provider. The only one for you to seek, the one to fuel your fire, and expertly stoke your desires.”

 

Chuuya chokes on his spit, before he's swiftly turned by the alpha, coat flapping in elegant flair. Face to face, he can see the brunette is serious about his declaration. Dark brown tinted red eyes analyze the flushing face before leaning down to brush their noses.

 

“Can guarantee your expectations will be met.” taking the redhead's hand to press a soft kiss on its back “What you say, detective. Fancy that dance with me?”

 

Gulping, Chuuya grabs the alpha's jacket to smash their lips together. An approved growl is swallowed as they let their lips and tongues speak the words neither wants to waste to the open air.

 

Through so many temptations, sinning together has never felt so heavenly.

 

---

 

“You really are a menace asshole, you know that?” 

 

“I don't know what you mean, sweetheart.” Dazai says with a teasing smirk “You're the one who couldn't let go.”

 

“Bastard, don't blame me for what you started.”

 

Getting caught by the patrolling cops shouldn't have been humiliating for Chuuya but with how quickly they were to recognize him and turn away, he almost hopped over the railing to let the waves take him to a different continent.

 

His image was forever tarnished due to the cheeky bastard deciding to flip their positions mid-session to make it seem it was Chuuya who initiated the PDA.

 

Bastard had the gall to act like a blushing maiden when his hands had yet to leave Chuuya's ass through the warning. Can't you believe that shit?!

 

The omega swears he's gonna cut them off and force-feed them to the devious man one day.

 

“God, I won't be surprised if this makes it straight to the boss.” He groans, turning an angry pout to the snickering man “I told you we shouldn't be here!”

 

“You know what you have my dear chibi? Worry Itis.”

 

“That's not even a fucking word!”

 

He huffs out a laugh “You worry too much about the littlest things. So what if they saw you making out with a person, they're gonna know now why most times you're fidgety in closed doors than outside.” He crosses his arms behind his head, glasses glinting in the sun with his confidence “Mori won't care, he'll let you off with a slap to the wrist for being his prized and most important detective, and if you do get swamped with questions just say we're potential mates who met at the auction but didn't pursue because the fearsome Phantom Thief and this stupid case are getting in the way.”

 

The casualty of his tone is so raw to his ears. Why did that take off a small weight on his shoulders?

 

“….You…you're ok for me to say that?”

 

“I wouldn't be sacrificing my appearance in broad daylight if I wasn't serious with you, Chibi.” He says with a fond eye roll “You may think you're doing a good job in hiding it but getting caught is still lingering on your mind.” He lets a hand pat the omega's head, like an owner would do for their dog “But that's OK, you need someone with a bigger brain to think farther. Yours has already been fried from that old man's demands, he should pay for the funeral.”

 

There he goes again risking everything for Chuuya's comfort when the omega had yet to follow at his side.

 

His head hurts from it all. 

 

Chuuya opens his mouth to deny it but one look from Dazai has him shutting up. It's futile to argue with someone who can see the truth without bluntly saying it.

 

Chuuya's always behind.

 

The alpha's face softens to show he isn't upset with the shorter man when he stops mid-step. In a soft tone, he asks “Am I wrong?”

 

It's the fact that it isn't being asked in a mocking tone but in a sincere one. It has Chuuya's heart squeezed so painfully in his ribcage as his muteness brings out a sigh from the alpha.

 

It's not hard to tell the man is equally tired, but the omega can tell it is a different tired than Chuuya's. Daza is exhausted of the redhead not fully giving in without the fears.

 

Because no, Dazai isn't wrong, the fear is still there underneath the small moments of happiness. Chuuya's tried to find alternatives for them to enjoy this blooming courtship without the consequences waiting for their punishment but it always comes back as a bad ending.

 

Because who is he to demand that the man leave a life he made to escape the former?

 

Chuuya doesn't want to be the reason Dazai regrets life again.

 

A poke to his forehead has his glassy eyes darting up. Concern behind dark lens moves all over before it shifts into relief.

 

“No, don't go there.” He says “I didn't mean for it to sound as if I'm scolding you but you do know you're not the only one risking it all, right?”

 

Chuuya doesn't say anything, allowing Dazai to continue “You're thinking way too far ahead into a blank future, that you're creating scenarios of things that have yet to happen. You're ignoring living in the present and that's saying something coming from me.” 

 

He grabs the omega's hand, pulling him to an available bench. Sitting with no space left, Dazai looks down to where their fingers interlock “Is it buffoonery to be doing this? Yes, it is. No one in their right mind would think twice to do this but like I've told you, you and I are disgustingly the same.”

 

Dazai smiles at their hands “I saw and analyzed the results too but that didn't stop me from sending you letters or doing things to you that would send my ‘wanted reward' billing to millions.” A rough finger smooths on damp freckled cheeks “You intriguing me was the push to shut the voices out.” he chuckles humorlessly, “Gross right? A criminal chasing an unreachable detective, how bizarre.” He moves to squat in front of the redhead, eyes playful yet sincere. “However, let me tell you this: if the situation were reversed, what I'm doing now would repeat in the same pace, timing, and conditions because letting you go would be something I would consider the biggest mistake of my miserable life.”

 

He places Chuuya's hand on his cheek, a croon leaves his lips when he feels the feather-like touches caress him “So let me ask you this, what is it that Chuuya wants? Not the detective, not the omega, but the man who's seconds away from possibly breaking down from keeping the peace between them.”

Dazai isn't an idiot, he can see the turmoil behind the smiles that's been going on in the past nights–Chuuya is slowly being ripped from his threads. The detective wants righteousness, the omega wants to chase but neither is letting the man choose what he truly wants.

 

And that's gut-wrenching to witness.

 

Blue eyes water before the tears are gently wiped away from dropping. A quiet honest confession reaches the thief's ears, “I'm tired, Dazai. I want you but don't want to be secret. I want to walk in the daylight but not to risk you being taken away if someone connects the dots. I want the nights but don't want Akutagawa or any of my other coworkers to interfere or shorten them.” He lowers his head to gently meet halfway, voice coming in a secret whisper, “As much as I hate to say this but use that brain of yours to figure out how to get us out of this dilemma before we get dragged into deeper and unfathomable shit because I feel like I'm at a dead end.”

 

Lips are pressed on his forehead, feeling the small smile forming as Dazai exclaims,

 

“Well then partner, let's remove the biggest thorn.”

 

---

 

“That was so cheesy, it almost hurt to keep a straight face.”

 

Dazai barks out a laugh “I'm on my knees ruining my good pants to pour my heart and all I get back is bullying? Someone is back on high spirits.”

 

Chuuya rolls his eyes, lips pressed hard to keep the smile from spreading “Can you blame me? But enough of that, how do we convince your old man?”

 

Dazai sticks his tongue out at the mention “What a way to direct the topic.” His eyes focus on formulating a plan, Chuuya waits patiently, the crowd around them is nice to watch. The pause is longer than it should have been before he realizes…

 

“You don't have one do you?” he deadpans. 

 

Dazai offers a cheeky smile “Nope, but my point still stands on you telling him that no evidence that he brought had sufficed.” He shrugs unbothered by how the redhead is ready to snap or slap him on the spot “Or you can say he successfully committed suicide by ripping his veins open in a non-fixable way after an anonymous source said he was on the brink of no return.”

 

“Graphic.” He pauses on his walk to stare wide-eyed before drifting to the man's wrists “Have you….?”

 

“Relax chibi. None have been successful in leaving visible scars.” He says with no care for the world. Like admitting something so dark is a natural thing for him, it has Chuuya being tundra. “They succeeded, however, in causing full attention to be shined on me. Boo.”

 

He pulls the man to a stop, causing Dazai to hum in question. Brown eyes watch carefully how Chuuya's fingers hover at his hidden scar “Then how…?"

 

His smile is emotionless Chuuya has to stop from cowering away from how wrong it looks, “Let's just say I misbehaved a lot when I didn't listen to the maids.” He shrugs dismissively “It's nothing, barely realize it's there now.”

 

Chuuya doubts it but with how the brunette is getting fidgety under his stare that's enough for the omega to know what he needs to do.

 

A silent gasp leaves him, yanks the yelping man down to place a small kiss on his scar, fogging his glasses a tiny bit before he shoves him away with a bright smile “I found it! I need to head back now.”

 

Dazed at the mini affection, his voice breaks at the rush “Wha–now?” He watches as the omega speeds away “C-chibi! At least tell me what you found. Hey–don't walk faster!!”

 

The people who are standing on the side watch dumbfounded as the taller man resigns to the chase while the shorter keeps marching ahead.

Notes:

Poured my feels in this chapter, it was a trip when coming back to edit.

Dazai dropping to the ground reminded me of stage play 15zai when Mori teased him with the poison. Tabuchi Rui has my heart 💙

Chapter 17: XVII

Summary:

"No time to waste! I won't let them take you away!”

Notes:

I have no excuse for updating this long lol recently came back to Twitter and that wasn't fun 🙃.

BUT brushing the negatives aside, this chapter makes up for the absence. Enjoy!

“No time to waste! I won't let them take you away!”

 

Dazai jogs up to him, panting “And how will you do that?”

 

Chuuya turns to him before snickering at his state, slowing his pace as a small mercy. “After all those stunts you pull to escape us each night, it baffles me how you're getting tired over a measly little jog.”

 

“Glad my misery amuses you.”

 

Chuuya preens and before he hears a whiny demand coming from the alpha he cuts him off with “I'm fully declaring the case cold but with enough anonymous sources stating that Tsushima Shuuji disappeared without a trace to get away from the abuse happening away from the public eye.”

 

He's proud of his statement but out of the corner of his eye, he notices how the brunette freezes mid-walk. Confused, he turns to see the shock painting the brunette's face. 

 

He shuffles on his step “H-hey, you good?”

 

“You sure you want to do that?”

 

The confusion spreads when Chuuya catches the small hint of disbelief and awe in his voice but just as it comes it fades away. He gets why the alpha is asking. From the little hints, no one was willing to believe him back then and was ridiculed rather harshly but like Chuuya told him back at the apartment, every life is worth saving.

 

And Chuuya won't let the boy who was mistreated and unheard be voiceless anymore.

 

He reaches a hand for the man to take hold which comes with no hesitancy and declares “Have I not said you were worth saving? Cops may have failed you back then but I won't do the same.”

 

Dazai is quiet but a wiggle done to his arm has him looking back at a soft smile. His breath hitches painfully, his heartbeat is galloping like crazy from how the sun’s rays shine down on the omega making him look angelic. The wind and sea behind have Dazai itching for a picture with how perfectly it balances him. He’s not considered a religious person, but Dazai knows Chuuya has to be God’s favorite. How else can you explain being enamored of such perfection and pureness?

 

“Trust me will ya? After all…”Chuuya balances on the tips of his toes to whisper coquettishly “We let this case go on, how will we enjoy my heat coming up?”

 

He nips the alpha's ear for added effect, omega preening proudly at the shudders he got. Chuuya laughs as he quickly escapes the incoming grabbing hands from the groaning irked man, managing a few steps before he's pulled back into a tender embrace.

 

“Cops really are cruel, and you, my dear detective, are the worst of the bunch.” Forget the heavens, maybe he was sent by the devil to torture the alpha. Sweet and spicy, a dangerous combination only seen coming from the deepest parts of the earth.

 

If he had said that to the past Chuuya, the detective would've demanded respect from the thief with a chase to put him behind bars but the current Chuuya takes no offense from it.

 

How can he?

 

The wild heartbeat that pounds in Chuuya's ear can confirm how the real words are whispering “Thank you.”

 

---

 

“Well Cinderella, we made it back before your wicked stepmother noticed you were gone.”

 

Chuuya snorts “It's way past my return but,” he flops a dismissive hand to the amused alpha “I guess it was worth the time that has been wasted.”

 

His inner alpha roars at the praise, proud that it pleased its omega. Dazai scoffs in playful return “Yeah, guess it wasn't a bad time to spend with a high-standard shortie.”

 

He gets a scowling glare for that but he's quick to have it gone when he invades the omega's space. The height difference is comical with Chuuya standing on the concrete steps and him at the bottom, but Dazai will joke about it some other time.

 

For now, he brushes the strawberry blonde curl away from the freckled face and says in a serious note “Are you sure with everything you said?”

 

Chuuya huffs, fixing the alpha's hair clip that threatens to expose his similarities to his nighttime alter ego. How funny if that's how Dazai would get arrested out of everything? “Now who's the one who has Worry Itis?” Nodding in approval at the perfect angle, the omega cups his face “I know the risk but you can't be the only one to get the glory. Your ego is already too big for me to be around.”

 

Dazai rolls his eyes at that “Not what I was talking about but happy of you sharing with the class, chibi.” He cups the smaller hands “I meant about spending your heat with me. You do know this won't be a normal one, which is why I'm asking if you want this?”

 

Either he said the wrong thing or the omega just loves to have a default face when it comes to when Dazai's being serious but the words that slip out are not what he expected.

 

“Bastard. You've been teasing and doing things to me nonstop that should've been saved for a later time.” He goes as far as to pinch his cheeks “What happened to being my provider? Getting cold feet to where I need to search for someone else?”

 

Who would've thought provoking the alpha was this fun, especially when he's able to greedily pull out genuine emotions from the normally masked man?

 

The warning growl brings shivers to his omega. It flops in submission with how the alpha comes closer to whispering a dark and filthy sin,

 

“Do that and we will pull those cuffs you love to show off so much to good use for that whole week.” A hand reaches to the back of his neck to squeeze in a gentle warning “You won't be begging for another fuckers knot to fill you up so good after I'm done with you.”

 

He can never win against this man, can't he? 

 

Chuuya never felt so lightheaded, soaked and desired with how that stare gets darker with every slow drag his eyes make on him, hungrily taking in the omega's reaction with a seductive smirk making its appearance at a job well done.

 

It feels like he's back with the Phantom Thief at the greenhouse instead of outside of his workplace.

 

Shit, he can't commit bad decisions here!

 

The hand on his neck trails in such slowness down to where his lips are forced to part with the thief's thumb. Chuuya's hands grip against the man's arms when a sweet velvety voice causes a small whimper to sound out of his vocal cords, 

 

“Better be ready for me till then, darling. My mouth salivates at how sweet you'll taste with every drip that comes out. But for now..”

 

He gives a quick peck to the cherry-faced omega's cheek, causing Chuuya whiplash when he chirps “Have a good day at work, sweetheart! Don't let those big bad criminals plague your mind.”

 

He blinked owlishly before he shook his head with a weak glare ‘As if you aren't already you bastard.’

 

The smile turns cheeky and before the redhead finally gains the energy to turn away, Dazai says, “There's something else I need to share with you but that has to be private. The usual or your place?”

 

With how his energy will be drained the minute he goes inside the building, Chuuya doesn't fancy a rooftop meeting. So his place it is.

 

“My place. I would ask which way you'll come in but we both know how slippery you can be.”

 

He sighs with an exaggerated hand thrown at his forehead “My heart thumpers with how well you know me.”

 

Is not his fault ok. His eyes just darted down to the man's groin after that because the alpha has a habit of unabashedly saying things that are the opposite of what he means.

 

And with how a bark of genuine laughter erupted from the alpha, the omega is correct to call him out on his shit “My what a naughty detective! My heart is right here, you know?” He points at his heavily jacketed chest.

 

He deadpanned, “I hope it falls off too and we get peace and quiet.”

 

“Now if that were to happen, I can come back and haunt the Chibi for wishing my death and berate how he wasted a good opportunity for not wishing a wonderful time on my–”

 

“Shut the fuck up and go away already!” He shoves the laughing man away “God my ears can't take more of your shitty pollutions!”

 

"But I thought you enjoyed my 'shitty pollutions' .” He inches closer to loudly whisper “Want to hear them day and night at every hour, every day.”

 

The alpha runs away with another giggle when the omega roars in embarrassment, runs down the steps to chase him to an alleyway where they finally part with a proper goodbye.

 

If people see him entering with a dazed look they steer away assuming he had a well-needed break with his mystery companion.

 

What they don't know is that he's repeating Dazai's last words to him when his eyes connect to a fuming Tsushima Generom.

 

“Remember what I told you, don't show submission. He'll only feed off you and push past your limits.”

 

---

 

“I was not expecting your sudden visit, Mr.Tsushima. May I ask what brings you here?” Chuuya asks politely, sitting behind his desk while trying to fight the urge to gag on the man's rotten scent.

 

He's gonna have to air out his office or spray multiple air fresheners at once to have it go away.

 

“Have you not? I was sure to inform Rintarou and the secretary at the front to let you know of my upcoming arrival but it seems not everyone can be upfront.” Generom sits on the chair “Not surprising to know Rintarou is going soft on his employees.”

 

And there it is, the first strike.

 

He bites back a growl for the man's rudeness but forces himself to calm down, now it's not the time to be snappy when he could be the bigger person and kick the man so hard he'll be the one needing immediate surgery.

 

‘Deep breaths, Chuuya. This man is too far gone up his ass to waste your energy on. Remember what the mackerel said.’

 

Chuuya offers a sharp smile, “I will inform my boss of that but I'm sure, like myself, he was too busy to remind us. He's been in back-to-back meetings and recruitments, it must've slipped his mind.” 

 

His words are brushed off by the man when he pulls out a small envelope from his inner pocket. For some reason, it raises alarm bells in him, but Chuuya remains calm.

 

“Whatever the reason does not matter, what does matter is, have you found any new information?”

 

And that's where Chuuya bites.

 

“Unfortunately, I would have to close this case and declare it unsolved.” He brings out a file from his drawer “I've interviewed many and no one was detailed enough to provide more to start an actual search but there have been things that were brought to my attention.”

 

“And that will be?”

 

He stands to pull handcuffs out of his pocket “You're under immediate arrest for child abuse and neglect.”He grabs the man's arms to clamp the cuffs on. “I've gathered enough evidence to confirm how you not only neglected your son at a young age but also let many of your staff abuse him physically, mentally, and sexually to where it drove him to a horrible suicide.”

 

He sits the quiet man back onto his chair, ready to call PianoMan to take him away when he hears laughter coming from him, an ugly chill raising one.

 

“Rintarou wasn't lying when he said you were the best on your job but I'm afraid to say this, detective, but sending me away will be a horrible mistake on your part,” Generom says, arrogant pheromones coming out of him in waves, Chuuya nearly has to cover his nose from how it's almost forcing him to cower.

 

Sucks for the man because if he’s that ego boosted to see any omega submit to him, then he's aiming that wretched smell at the wrong one. Chuuya's been trained by the best and won't let debasement manipulation get the better of him. He stands strong, chooses to glare at the man, and questions “And why makes you say that? I have the evidence from many anonymous sources to prove my statement.”

 

“Yes, I believe you on that.” the alpha states with a dismissive eye roll. Chuuya senses a vein throbbing underneath his bangs at the prick’s nasty attitude “But won't it be a shame if another horrible truth came to light as well?”

 

The alarm bells ring louder for Chuuya, eyes subconsciously move to the envelope on the desk. 

 

Stupid move!

 

The action isn't missed by the alpha when he motions with his head “Go ahead, it's not good to deny one's curiosity after all.”

 

He narrows his eyes and with a firm hand not betraying the nerves running high again, he opens the white thing only to freeze when the soft texture of pictures meets his fingertips.

 

His body grows cold with every careful movement he does to pull them out, heart dropping in a horrible splash at his feet when his eyes dart in harsh disbelief. Chest and lungs feel horribly compressed, he’s gonna pass out.

 

Chuuya has to be seeing things, yeah, that has to be it. He's too tired and hallucinating on things that aren't there.

 

He's not seeing a picture of him and Dazai, as the Phantom Thief, kissing in one of the random alleyways they would meet during a patrolling night.

 

There's no fucking way?!

Notes:

Yikes. Entering horrible waters now, get ready for that.

See you guys soon!!

No pressure to read them, just wanted to share the news! This was released along with an updated chapter for "White Ribbon" and my newer fic "I know if I'm not with you, then I might miss you..."

Thanks again ^.^💜

Chapter 18: XVIII

Summary:

He was so careful. They were so careful! 

Notes:

Double upload because its a must. Sorry for the cliff hanger but hope you all enjoy! ♡

Blue eyes have yet to leave the picture when Generom speaks, “I'm fully aware of your reputation and admiration you hold in the force, Mr.Nakahara but people would not think so highly of you for this scandalous secret if it were to be released.”

 

The omega feels the walls closing in on him, vision darkening with every word that slips out of the man's mouth. His throat is threatening to choke him with how air is becoming difficult to take in because how?!

 

He was so careful. They were so careful! 

 

So many things run through his mind trying to find out what to say to defend his truth and demand to know why the man had someone trailing him because this is harassment. But the only thing that comes out is a hollow “Why?”

 

“Because I know my son is just playing his usual tricks for me to pay him any attention, always being a spoiled needy child. I want him home to fulfill his responsibilities.” He stands, steps imitating a predator finally cornering its prey “And you, detective, had fallen into his trap by continuing to hide him from what he's meant to do.”

 

“Hide him!? You sir, have no right to search for him after all that mistreatment you've placed him in.” Chuuya snaps back “And let me state, I've never met your son, so what makes you think I've been in some form of contact with him when all I've been doing was gathering information to give your pompous ass to back off?”

 

He's not sorry for the curse and couldn't care less if the man feels disrespected, which he does with how his nostrils flare but doesn't rise to attack Chuuya. It'll be awfully stupid on his part to do but the redhead wishes with all his might the moron had. It'll give him more reason to punch harder and not feel any remorse for damaging a public figure.

 

Dammit all to fucking hell if everything wasn't on the line for him!

 

Nevertheless, he may not be able to swing to his heart's content but he'll take immense pride in his resistance to disgusting pheromones that rival those of an average omega. Sinisterly knowing that it ticks the Tsushima patriarchy to bigger heights.

 

“You think I wouldn't recognize his scent on the first day we met?” Generom scoffs at the omega's shock, eyes unmoving from their laser focus “That boy is only manipulating you, detective, has been doing this method since he was a child. Nothing he says is true, he only wants people to pity and coddle him because his mother raised him that way.”

 

His gut is strong enough to detect the lie right there. Dazai may not have shared much of his old life for Chuuya to have a clearer picture but Mori gave the perfect insight into what it was really like in the Tsushima household. More on how this man hasn't been using his son's name but 'boy'.

 

How distasteful.

 

His eyes narrow at the man, snarl rising at his lips from the man's description of his alpha. No one gets to insult him that way but Chuuya! 

 

“Let's say I believe you, which I clearly don't, why did it take you this long to search for him? If you wanted Shuuji to return so badly, why did you let his “game” take this long?” He questions.

 

That's all that's been running on his mind since this opened. No one is giving him proper details to understand the motives.

 

But the words that stay in his office won't be enough to vanish with any sort of air fresheners or cleaning products. His heart is chipping in tiny crystals with his omega roaring in anger and mutual heartbreak.

 

No way this can be true…

 

“Because Shuuji is set to marry soon with a promising omega heiress and would've done anything to prevent it.” He grabs the immobile omega's chin “Which is why you will do everything in your power to bring him out or those pictures will land on the front page of every newspaper and news source in Yokohama.” He drops his chin as if filth beneath his fingertips. 

 

“We can guarantee you'll be talked into a different light with no way of returning.”

 

Chuuya, for his part, can't do anything but muster a painful glare. Never has he felt so insulted and out of his element, that the tears that are trying to spill have him repulsive to his being.

 

How did it get to this?

 

---

 

The whole day was a blur to Chuuya, Tsushima’s words rang in his ear through it all, his coworkers hadn't dared to get near him after the man stepped out of the building. Akutagawa, after barging from recognizing his partner's stress, had managed to hear the last of the conversation but hadn't known how to act right after the redhead's unmoving silence.

 

“I'll be looking for our next meeting, detective. Remember what we discussed.”

 

What he ended up doing was taking half of the omega's workload and letting him stew and rampage in the office until it was time to go.

 

Chuuya unlocks his door in robotic movements, not acknowledging the presence in his living room as he puts his stuff away.

 

“Oof, bad mood. Did the old man cause a hissy fit at the station?” Dazai questions as he gets up from the armchair.

 

Chuuya glances at him with an unreadable look, which has warning bells ringing in the brunette's mind. Moreso when he avoided answering to monotonously ask “Did you steal tonight?”

 

The brunette is in his thief uniform, what used to be a lip biting reaction becomes an angry hurt one as his mind flashes back to what he learned. The pain spreads when the alpha nears with a protective growl aimed at the culprit who hurt the omega.

 

His earlier statement was right in not having any energy because he can't summon it to slap the alpha away as Dazai asks in a flurry of questions. “Forget about that, what happened? Did he treat you like shit again? Was anyone present to stop–”

 

“Were you ever going to tell me you were supposed to be getting married?”

 

Time stops for them both, and a horrible sense of deja vu occurs, remembering the last time they were standing like this and discussing. The difference, though, is that nothing can be denied.

 

His heart hurts with how quiet the man gets, so many unlabeled emotions across his face, and before he snaps to demand answers the alpha rushes to say, “That's what I wanted to speak to you tonight about. I…no Chuuya… come back, let me explain.” He says, pleads.

 

Quick as a flash, he grabs the man's hand, seeing how the omega is trying to escape him. Dazai is not set to repeat another wave of withdrawal for either of them, and refuses to go through another worse wave of departure. Chuuya isn't either but he can't stand to look at the man right now, not with how one minute he was happy to step away from the wall only to be backed roughly face-first into it.

 

Everything is going into deeper shit, he called it!

 

“You better be careful with what you have to say because that bastard was very convincing for me not to believe it.” He says, breath shallow as he's fighting the urge to growl at the alpha.

 

“I knew about the marriage but it was recent.”

 

“How recent?”

 

Dazai mulls his words knowing neither answer is going to be pleasing to the very fragile and volcanic redhead. This is why he shouldn't have pushed away Ranpo's warning. He knew time was running out yet Dazai felt confident they could stop the whole mess before it did.

 

Wanting to spend more time with the omega was his main objection but his father loves to ruin any source of happiness that comes his way. 

 

“I…I need you to be calm first before you jump to argue with me.”

 

“.....How recent, Dazai?” Blue eyes glare at him for the first time in weeks. Not mock or playful but a real “don't be fucking with me right now” glare.

 

Yeah, the man isn't taking any shit from him so he bluntly throws out “The first time I came here to stop your investigation.”

 

The omega tenses, pheromones taking a bitter direction and if Dazai wasn't holding on to the omega's hand he would've walked away in the blink of an eye.

 

Or punched him right across his face until blood spilled in puddles.

 

Nevertheless, Chuuya's whole demeanor isn't willing to sit by anymore. He kicks the dark-clad shin so hard, the alpha has to hold onto the sofa's edge to balance. A bruise is definitely going to show face later because FUCK!

 

“C-chuuya wait, let me–”

 

“Do what? Explain?!” He marches right back up to shove a finger on his chest, repeatedly shoving him down on the cushions. The man fumbles but Chuuya can't find any humor in how stupid he looks. “You knew for weeks and didn't dare to tell me the reason? I'm not a side piece for you to add to your building harem, you fucking prick–!”

 

“Would you fucking listen to me for once you stubborn short-tempered omega?!” He shouts back, startling the redhead to jump backwards. Dazai pinches the bridge of his nose, equally fed up “Quit jumping into conclusions without hearing reason. This whole back and forth isn't going to do us any good.” he gives a stern look “So shut those lips and park that ass on the sofa chair so we can,” his nose wrinkles “ugh, talk.”

 

The stick eye he gains has Dazai feeling bubbles of annoyance but the brunette is coherent enough to know his anger isn't directed at the redhead (a little) but at himself and his stupid past that won't die.

 

He was supposed to tell Chuuya about it. Why do people have to ruin his announcements?

 

The omega harrumps him before stomping to the chair, legs crossing as he waits for the alpha to talk.

 

Dazai's not gonna lie, despite the redhead wanting to stab or beat his ass for his secret and knowingly bringing him more pain, his partner is adorable when angry.

 

Laughing at his stomping strut will surely earn him another deadly kick so he keeps his thoughts locked. 

 

“As I was saying, I recently found out. Never met the girl personally and he had no intention to let anyone know until you solved it.” He balls his hands on his lap, gazes at them to recite everything he was prepared to say. “My friend learned the girl's family is from an old business partner my father had for years now but had some sort of falling out. To mend it, it was easy for the old man to have me marry the man's only daughter.”

 

“So all this time, did he…”

 

Fidgeting, he glances up at him. Chuuya's poker face slightly cracks when their eyes meet. Dazai loathes how those blue eyes are fading from their shine. The redhead's not supposed to be dim, he's supposed to be brimming with contagious light.

 

Fed up with the escalating gap, he rises “I told you before, I have no intention of returning nor am I interested in marrying someone who I won't care for or see with my pups in a faraway future.” He makes it in front of Chuuya to drop to his knees, “So believe me when I say this is a game for him, not good intentions. What he told you is to play with your mind and force you to do what you don't want to do.”

 

Chuuya makes no motion to push him away, blank stare holding on before he whispers hoarsely “He has pictures of us and is threatening to publish if you don't show up.” He rests his hands limply on the hands fisting his pants “He's threatening to ruin my career if I don't announce the case solved and you alive.” His nails scratch but Dazai can take the pain, his rising anger is bubbling the sensation. “What are we gonna do?”

 

So many routes yet neither knows which one to take. Dazai hates how cornered they are, but only one thing comes to mind. It's tricky and so very risky but Dazai has done worse.

 

Glancing at the omega, his heart clenches but knows that despite knowing how much the omega has softened with him, his career being destroyed will be the one thing that will destroy the man Dazai had come to know.

 

He won't be safe anywhere he goes and that's something the alpha knows all too well.

 

But let it be said, Dazai will gladly hunt down everyone who thinks about touching or damaging more of his forbidden fruit.

 

His father really is a heartless bastard.

 

A humorless chuckle leaves him, gaining a questioning stare but all he does is press his lips on shocked ones. If Dazai's gonna do this, he needs one last taste. Chuuya's hands claw to push but they're eventually covered with gloved ones to relax.

 

“Not disregarding and I know it's not ideal but let me repair all that hurt I've done to you, darling?” He glides his lips in a sweet caress to his ears “No stealing had been done tonight but I do crave to steal something of more value than a polished diamond.”

 

The omega whines as the alpha nibbles at his earlobe, arching closer to awaiting hands. Chuuya slipped from his seat to a delighted lap, in all forms compliant on letting the man do whatever he wanted to do, for Chuuya to have a moment of peace. Together on the living floor, their bodies converse once more, in a way words are unavailable to say. Sweet slow grinds and hand explorations, Chuuya trembles like a fallen leaf with how the alpha is trying to hold back his own moans again but grips the omega's hips to a pace that has them both gasping.

 

“Hmm, this is nice sweetheart, but I need a verbal answer,” Dazai says, hands slipping under his shirt to caress his heated skin. Chuuya is seconds away from ripping his shirt when long spider-like fingers brush on his tender nipples. He whimpers, sinking lower to the man's pelvis, covered center rubbing on the mouth watering bulge. He's trying to answer but it's impossible to convey when he and his omega are busy chasing the high.

 

Fuck, his body feels like it's burning.

 

“Darling?” lips pressed back at his exposed collar bone, Chuuya snaps.

 

“Yes,” He pants, soaking with every rub, every feather touch. Pheromones far too sweet to ignore, blue desired covered eyes look deeply into dark tinted red ones.

 

“You know the way to the room, mackerel. Quit wasting more time.”

Notes:

Coming back to this story is insane.

Songs: Dangerously/Charlie Puth

Chapter 19: XIX

Summary:

Chuuya had envisioned their first time together.

Notes:

My emotions are on overdrive where things are heading. Soukoku my pain and motivation 😭

Enjoy!

Chuuya had envisioned their first time together.

 

Would lie in bed daydreaming after another reading from the many letters that would be waiting for him on his doorstep or coming down from a body-shivering orgasm the thief would give him on a patrolling night.

 

What will Dazai be like? In and out of their cycles?

 

Can you blame him? This man invades his space and has a way to filter his head when the omega is set on beating him with a baton on good days. Abrupt suicide invites don't disturb him either. 

 

Who doesn't enjoy dark humor every once in a while?

 

Burying it in the darkest part of the earth but Chuuya may have swooned for being considered a perfect candidate.

 

Won't ever happen but being together in the afterlife is better than floating in search.

 

So his being tenderly placed on the bed instead of being thrown into carnal desire has him paying abrupt attention.

 

“The last time I was here, was hoping to find some sort of naughty things lying around.” Dazai says as he crawls sensually up to the omega, caging him “Then figured, why not buy things to use? Make your room more….enticing.”

 

Chuuya scoffs, wrapping his arms around a slender neck, “Buy or rob?”

 

The alpha chuckles “Surprises aren't meant to be ruined.” He lowers his head to where his omega's sweets scent calls him like a siren's song. A sniff followed by a wet kiss, Dazai murmurs “Fuck, did you get sweeter?”

 

With how horny he's getting? No doubt. Arousal coats them, stronger with the alpha's pheromones perfuming his senses. Chuuya sighs with a loud purr from his neck being worshipped, lower bodies bringing back their previous conversation so wickedly. The alpha's hands slip under his clothes, tugging gently for Chuuya to kick lightly on his thigh.

 

“Bastard, you're already on thin ice” the redhead gasps from a harsh thrust, “Take them off or get blue balled until further notice.”

 

“So harsh, chibi detective.” He snorts back, fingers expertly unbuttoning both fabrics on his frame welcoming him to a full view of the omega's upper body. Free to roam into new areas, the alpha wastes no time in marking, fiddling, and brushing on perky nipples and freckled skin.

 

Chuuya curses breathlessly, body trembling from the magnifying attention. Shrugging the hanged clothing off, he shoved his fingers back onto wavy locks–fisting or scratching he alternated–body fully relaxing onto the mattress with an approving alpha basking in his reactions.

 

Moans and whimpers reach Dazai's ears like an intoxicating melody, scent ripening from how proud he feels for causing such a mess.

 

Tainting a proud honorable detective who he made sure one will never touch, is better than any diamond the brunette’s ever stolen. The sight can't compare to a heist well done.

 

His erection is demanding release from its prison but Dazai is choosing to ignore its discomfort in favor of sliding downwards to where another song is attracting him. Hooking onto unbuttoned tailored pants and one last eye contact with those haunting blue, he slides them down.

 

Everything was gone, bare like the day he was born and Chuuya had never felt so desired in that moment. 

 

Dark lusted, enamored eyes roam all over, drinking him in like it's gonna be his last meal on this earth. Softness on his fingertips, Dazai sees how well the omega takes care of his body. Muscles are expected–felt them–slim waist that fits perfectly in his hands, chest adoring in red flush with his nipple taking a softer color. Ends his stare at his well-trimmed cunt begging to be taken care of, drops of slick are like crystal water. A delicious invitation the alpha can't help but accept.

 

Roaming back up, blue eyes are shy yet glowing again, how endearing. 

 

The same stare that he got when they first locked eyes–forever it'll be the alpha's favorite memory.

 

“Quit staring, idiot.” A blush sports his cheeks driving the brunette wild “H–hey ease off! You're gonna leave bruises with how hard you're digging–”

 

“Chuuya, you're ethereal.”

 

Dazai will never get enough of how easy it is to catch so many emotions blooming from such a vibrant person.

 

It gives shivers at how he wants more.

 

Heart beating faster than it's ever been, it's scaring Chuuya how he's falling harder with the man between his legs but the lines are far past crossed, blurred, and destroyed to reconsider turning back. He should've waited for when his heat triggered, when everything was over but he doesn't want to waste any more time.

 

Not when he caught on that the alpha is hiding something else. It should've had the omega demanding to know what it is but when lips come back down on him, hungry and passionate?

 

Responsibilities can wait for the morning.

 

(Little did he know how that would be his biggest regret…)

 

“So soft, so plush.” The alpha drawls out, groping every part his hands roam, spreading the redhead's legs even further exposing his twitching entrance. “Keep them here, and don't think about dropping them.”

 

How exotic is it to see a simple command cause a delicious gush of tempting slick to glisten down blushing thighs and spotless sheets?

 

Chuuya digs his head back on the pillows, his hands don't dare let his legs leave his chest when the first tongue swipe comes. He wants to bite down his lips but one glance at the man's warning stare has the omega cracking.

 

Chuuya's not in control anymore, his omega is far gone from the pleasure it's receiving to notice. Scent so consuming and alluring, Dazai croons from it, sandalwood ripening with him.

 

A beautiful mixture tainting them so purely with its symphony of untamed desires.

 

Wicked tongue partnered with taunting fingers, Chuuya is falling apart. The omega is soaking so much and far away in the oxytocin, he barely recognizes the thief's praises;

 

“So gorgeous and wild~”

 

“No biting that little pout, let me hear you.”

 

“Good boy, no one has made you this wet like I can, have they?”

 

“That's it, darling. Take whatever you want. No one can stop you while I'm here.”

 

Every praise engraved on his skin, omega whining for more, the high within reach with every squelch and fingering. His room so perfumed in dirty arousal followed by flaring heat, Chuuya needs one last–

 

“My omega, come for me and only me.”

 

Whispered like a prayer, he convulses with a gasp as he orgasms to an awaiting mouth. Juices squirting, Dazai gathers it all in his palm before releasing his clit.

 

Boneless, Chuuya watches as the man has no shame in taking his coated fingers onto his mouth. That tongue comes to flick it all, mouth sharpening in a filthy smirk and moaning in appreciation of it on his taste buds, “So tasty, can't expect anything less from you.”

 

Chuuya may end up hurling to another untouched orgasm if the brunette doesn't stop. 

 

“Maybe some other time, love.”

 

A soft gasp is out of him as his hand gets gently swatted away from his clit to let Dazai's thumbs rub circles on his folds, creating wetness once more. The overstimulation is driving Chuuya to a twitching madness.

 

“How do you want it, sweetheart? You have a preference?”

 

Busy recovering his breath under control, Dazai is impressed that the redhead still has a bark at him “First, remove all this.” his toe pokes at the thief's attire, “There's no way I'll be the only one naked here.” It slides down to press on the bulge that's begging to be seen. Dazai can't bite back a moan from finally getting pressure. “And second….”

 

That bark went away in the blink of an eye. Dazai ponders but his ears catch the hesitant whisper,

 

“I've never done anything like this before….”

 

Out of all the responses, that was not one Dazai was expecting–on Atsushi’s sweetness, he's being honest. Scanning at the rapidly reddening face, the omega isn't being playful or trying to be for the current mood. Honesty radiates from him so strongly, Dazai is genuinely surprised.

 

Can you all blame him? 

 

Look at the detective and say he’s not bluffing. With a decent following of many who want to take him out on dates or to bed (better suitors than the brunette begrudgingly admits) it's mind-blocking how all this time, he's remained untouched.

 

It's so flabbergasting.

 

Should feel guilty for crossing barriers with the man in the way he has.

 

But this antagonizing chase was too good to call it quits, a part of him whispers.

 

The whole thing brings a burst of uncontrollable desire to seduce and keep. Permanently. There's no way he's going to let the redhead forget him or try to search for anyone else after tonight.

 

Pretty little thing, Dazai was here first. He's this alluring omega's fated mate, no one else's.

 

So lost in his head from the scenarios, he comes back to reality when the previous shy eyes narrow dangerously at him from below. His whole being twitches from the rush of possibly dying in more ways than one.

 

“Oi jackass, done humiliating me in there?”

 

….

 

A serene smile shows on the alpha's face raising hackles in Chuuya. Small canines are visible from a forming snarl but shaped next into a small ‘o’ when Dazai pulls his hands from their clenched spot on the sheets to his clothes. Chuuya doesn't need to hear ‘Take them off yourself’ to understand the gesture. The redhead's brain short-circuits at the feeling of muscle underneath the vest.

 

“Such a lazy bastard” he murmurs, internally screaming, ‘Oh lord, he's so firm!’

 

Smirking at the light drool, Dazai encourages him to move his limp hands to grope wherever but is unable to stop the groaning teasing “Now now, darling, no need to be upset and feisty. I can think of other ways to humiliate you that don't require anyone to know how much of a prude you've been all this time.”

 

Mouth dropping, hazy becomes slits and with surprising (not entirely) strength, Dazai can't lament on his ripped vest and shirt when he's roughly pushed on his back with a snarling omega ready to swing fists.

 

So violent! It's sickening how far gone Dazai is for this man, pulsing with a dark need to tame and possess in more ways than one.

 

The brunette stops all movements when he flips them once again, bed creaking loudly from their bounce yet not enough for his husky whisper to be unheard, “As if it's anyone's business to know. You're mine, sweetheart. Forgot that?” He doesn't let the redhead voice or argue with him, choosing to let his hands and lips do the speaking. “Mine to tease, mine to see, mine to touch, everything you are, mine.” he growls it to his ears, Chuuya's forced out a surprised whimper “So cruel. Just when I thought I was ahead, you pull me right back.” gloveless hands fist the sheets above messy bright hair, lips working overtime on blemishing skin “You're such a dangerous chibi, shall we reverse roles for me to lock you up?”

 

Chuuya's hiss turns into a soft whine when touch ignites his earlier task. Smaller hands briefly touch a bandaged chest but they lower down to a toned abdomen to where his omega demands to see.

 

Blue flickering to a pinkish face, his hands waste no time in unbuttoning and pushing down annoying fabric, sitting back to take it all in.

 

The brunette can feel the gaze as he shoves the garments off but it's the smell of pleasure and surprise that has him smirking. His alpha preens at the reaction, waiting patiently for his mate's eyes to come back to him.

 

And they do but not without a “....How?”

 

A low chuckle is heard with Chuuya embarrassingly growling, “It's not funny asshat. There's no way it's gonna fit.”

 

They both look down at the girthy member, standing proudly with its tip drooling like a broken pipe, Chuuya swallows back the blob of spit that pooled in his mouth. So thick, so big, with a tempting knot, he would for sure not be tired to bounce on.

 

And very very real.

 

Clarity comes in small waves but a warm hand under his chin has him looking away. Lips meet again, focus back on the alpha who tenderly places him back on the bed. Weight so good, Chuuya can't stop his blood rabbit pulsing in his veins from their skin contacting for the first time that night nor how his legs are guided to wrap around a slim waist. Their lower bodies meet in a dance that has Chuuya gushing again.

 

Dazai’s choked gasp on his neck has the omega grinding harder, addicted to pulling more sounds, “That's it, focus on me, darling. You gonna let something like this scare you off?”

 

“B-bastard” He gasps out after a nibble and another hump that brushes perfectly on his swollen nub. “You will never scare me.”

 

“Glad to hear.” The brunette grits out. It's getting harder and harder not to just slam his cock in that heating tavern but with how this is literally the omega's first time, he has to be gentle.

 

He'll be rough next time.

 

The bed creaks with them, pheromones reeking the room of ecstasy and unfiltered desire, Dazai hadn't noticed the fingers on the edge of his mask (nor the lack of bandages on his frame). A brief pause yet no words come, only a bigger hand closing in on a smaller one. Together they take the mask off, and Chuuya can say he's for sure fallen with no return. 

 

Scars, whether big enough to notice or small enough to hide, may seem like a hideous marking to anyone who has them or to onlookers but Chuuya has always seen them as life's birthmarks. Multiple cover Dazai like a safety net, each gravitating to him to know their story.

 

But the one that holds his heart is the one that was hidden underneath the mask.

 

Now it's his turn to stare, eyes focused on the fidgeting alpha whose bravado is poorly hiding his nervousness. Awkwardly shoving the bandages and mask off the bed, he croaks out a poor joke “Heh, not a sight worth in a museum huh, chibi?”

 

It should be a wonder how a grown childish man can be this adorable and so heartbreaking.

 

Docile fingers take hold of an anxious chin. Eyes revert to soft ones. In a secret whisper, the redhead shares “Maybe not worth in public, but I'd like the artwork to be hung on one of my walls. Worth a lot in my opinion.”

 

Worth more than you can ever imagine. Is what bright blue conveys, what a beating organ screams to acknowledge.

 

Shock grows the more his fingers caress, pulling him closer to leave a feather kiss to his burning under eye. Pulling back he can't stop his smile from blooming at the sight of the most innocent wide eyes gazing at him as if he brought him the comets from a faraway galaxy.

 

Chuuya for a second feels he's looking directly at Shuuji before he shies away to let Dazai back.

 

No, he was.

 

He has gazed at both.

 

“Hi, sweetheart.” He murmurs affectionately, to test if that lures him out. Dazai exhales a shuddering breath blinking away the unshed tears before cupping his lover’s cheeks in a desperate hold to press their lips together.

 

Chuuya's back on the bed with Dazai following, both unrestrained to each other by letting their bodies and scents do the talking they're afraid to voice their reality in the suffocating room.

 

This isn't a simple attraction between dynamics, fate’s law, or a need to make amends anymore.

 

Far fucking from it.

 

It's a love that only human beings can corrupt each other with. One that'll drag them both if not careful or burn them with a passion they will never find in anyone else no matter how much they try.

 

It may have been a short courting period to anyone who hears it but for them?

 

It's a lifetime worth of searches.

 

The intensity drives them, passion to imprint themselves on one another growing stronger that the precautions don't get visualized. Chuuya feels a sharp pain from the alpha's penetration, quiet whine reaching the brunette’s ears to instinctively soothe his beloved. He waits for the redhead's signal, growling at the hooded eyes waiting for the promise he was made.

 

The omega begins to pant “Well? Gonna move or were you all talk?”

 

His answer comes in the most cocky yet loving smirk he's ever been faced with.

 

“Famous last words, darling.”

 

No turning back now.

 

It starts shallow before threats and other mockeries have the alpha delivering. Bed creaking in ways he never thought were possible, Chuuya couldn't stop the giggling moans at such worship. He's spread so wide and drenched, underneath a man showing so much devotion to him, it's only fair to respond in kind. Fisting soft brown waves he pulls him back to his lips, returning the affection with a deep clawing of nails down a sturdy broad back. The alpha's unguarded moans on his lips have never made Chuuya want it tattooed on him–deep in his soul along with his velvety voice.

 

“You like that darling?” He whispers hotly on his collarbone, thrusting deeper in his gushing cunt. 

 

“Oh fuck!” the omega croaks out, gasping at the pleasure. Eyes going crosseyed with another pair growing darker with each noise. "Please–"

 

“Look at you? So wild, so pretty” Hands grip harder on soft flesh, enjoying sadistically how bruises form “Knew you were perfect. Perfect to have under me, perfect to carry my pups, perfect to have by my side.” Sloppy kisses are placed on every blushing skin he can mark. His omega whines at the unfaltering attention, he's breathtaking.

 

Chuuya's view isn't bad either, broad body covering him from outside horrors with pupil-filled eyes not letting him break contact whatsoever, bright and honest just like his face is expressing. Chuuya curses at the deep need to see it more often than the usual masks.

 

He wants him.

 

He needs him.

 

He loves him.

 

“Dazai, I need…” he stutters out before all movement stops. It brings a moment to get some air in his lungs to say “Why'd you stop?”. It comes out whiny than demanding but with the way Dazai is looking at him, Chuuya can't find the embarrassment.

 

Blue flickers all over and just when he's about to open his mouth to ask why the sudden silence, Dazai is quick to say, 

 

“Again.”

 

He's confused so Dazai is merciful to clarify “Call out my name again.”

 

Simple. No teases or demands, only a silent plea done in the guise of breathlessness.

 

Chuuya leans up from his elbows, reaching to pull the alpha down by his neck, scent glands pulsing beneath his touch. It grows quicker and hotter when he whispers, “Dazai, I need more. Fuck me in the only way you can, alpha.”

 

The low feral growl that erupts from the man causes a quiver to run all over the omega's body. It's not the usual growls the redhead's heard but one that is set to ravish him in ways he will never forget. He's suddenly flipped on his front with the alpha towering above, tone not leaving any argument “Present yourself to me in the way you want to be taken.”

 

The small omega mewls, scent inviting and submissive as his back arches with hips in the air. That call to him has Dazai’s last thread of sanity snipping away. Chuuya's not given a moment to breathe when the alpha suddenly presses him down to the soft cushions and blankets with a merciless thrust, engulfing him once more to claim.

 

It's so enticing and wild, Chuuya refuses to stop the mewls that slip from him, not that Dazai lets him. Growls rumble on his reddened ear with each deep thrust he's given, deeper and deeper until it hits repeatedly on the omega's cervix. 

 

He howls, drool slips as the alpha's gibberish praises are whispered lustfully on the crook of his neck, way too close to his flaming glands equally sounding dazed and far gone for Chuuya to comprehend.

 

“Alpha!”

 

“God, I wanna knock you up.” he slurs, mouthing at his glands. The omega shivers hard as those canines scratch “Keep you bonded selfishly to me and only me. Watch you big with my pups.” Long fingers dig in possessively trapping “Forever to provide, worship, and be obsessed. Thoughtlessly mine.”

 

His thrusts grow faster, balls slapping loudly on peach skin, knot swelling at an abnormal speed, it drives Chuuya insane how the idea of being knocked up by this man keeps the rational thoughts away. 

 

“Dazai!”

 

“Ah, fuck, yes! Call for me.”

 

Beads of sweat slither down blemished skin, the heat so intense that both males feel it all happens like a back-to-back car crash. Chuuya comes with a gratifying orgasm, squirting all over the knot that pumps its last seeds deeply to the hilt. A sharp pain in his shoulder blade is next felt, hears the muffled whines from the alpha crushing him as he forces every drop of his cum not to spill out of the body in his hold. Chuuya's like a ragdoll with how his body trashes back and forth on the creaking bed before they settle to a stop. Knot fully in place, scents flutter of relief and hints of disappointment they're not fully bonded but neither of them was thinking.

 

Chuuya chirps out a satisfied purr with Dazai responding in an unfamiliar croon he's never witnessed before.

 

This should've woken him up. 

 

---

 

The last thing Chuuya recalls is crooning praises and being bathed by strong cinnamon apples before waking up alone with a soreness in his legs, they might be out of service for the day.

 

Well, midday now because shit, its almost 11:45am.

 

“.....fucking shit. You're such an idiot.”

 

At least he feels clean under fresher sheets.

 

He flops on his back, head underwater but he's able to notice something odd. His omega isn't offering any chirps or pokes. 

 

It dumbfounds him at the lack of reaction. Shouldn't it be jumping in joy after last night? Instead, its mental eyes are vacant of any sort of emotion Chuuya fears it's shutting down on him again (again super odd) but it comes nuzzling his head.

 

As if comforting him instead.

 

Confusion rises and tries to say “I know....should've known to wait.” but it's the way it aggressively comforts him that has him on edge. Why is it acting this way now?

 

His answer comes from a phone call made by Albatross. Each second that passes, the world is growing black and crashing down from another set of words that won't stop choking him through it all,

 

“Chuuya, you did it again!” he says with a proud howl, cheers from his friends are heard in the background “Tsushima Shuuji has been found and safely returned to his family!”

Notes:

Honestly been feeling I've been off in their personalities but hope this is good? Idk its been occupying my mind for days.

Thank you all so much for reading!! See you all soon 💜

Songs: Gethsemane/Sleep Token

Chapter 20: XX

Summary:

This is a mistake....

Notes:

Been back and forth with art and writing, think it was time for a chapter.

Hope you all enjoy! 🙏

“This is a mistake” Yosano had said when she barged into his room and watched him pull out an old suit she'd seen him wear once. At what point in their lives did he get it custom-made?

 

No good memories come from the sight alone but trying to convince the man of another way is like expecting whatever you throw in a dark abyss will return.

 

'Don't you think I know that?'

 

“Are you sure you want to do this, Dazai?” Atsushi said worriedly from where he lingered in the doorway. Seeing his mentor figure fixing his attire differently than he would his thief uniform brings a small whimper to his throat.

 

It's hard to maintain it down when the alpha gives him a small smile, too fake to believe it, and ruffles his hair whenever distress hits.

 

'No I don't, but there's no other choice.'

 

“You ready for this?” Ranpo said from the passenger seat.

 

“Not really but it has to go to plan,” Dazai says with a scoff as he fixes his suit. Black, just like how his heart is slowly filling. Sitting in the backseat with Poe and Ranpo dropping him off a few feet away from the residency, is not how he wanted to start his morning.

 

Or give this retching family a win.

 

Preferably he would've wanted to be back in a messy bed with an equally messy omega who should be crying for him in genuine happiness and pleasure.

 

NOT crying for him to come back to his arms or hyperventilating in rejection whatsoever. 

 

It pained him. Pained him to command it not to follow, pained his alpha who growled in genuine anger for the betrayal he's done.

 

Pained and cut him deep knowing it was his turn to ruin and destroy what hadn't started with someone who understood him as a being rather than a multi-masked Joker.

 

Hollowed him more knowing Chuuya will never forgive him for keeping him excluded nor for placing an alpha command without his consent.

 

Explaining to his mate should've been the better route, Ranpo had advised him, but he knew the redhead was not going to be fine with going along with it until the very end. Hell, Dazai knows if he were in the smaller man's spot, he wouldn't dare suggest a thing. 

 

LOATHES entirely the idea of the omega parading around or being touched by someone that isn't him.

 

But then again that's his–wait! No, with how territorial the omega had been that one time he briefly hinted about possibly being arranged to another, there was a side he enjoyed being present to.

 

And one he would rather not have people finding out.

 

A faint smile breaches his face at the similarities, Chuuya definitely is his other half whether he wanted it or not. Ranpo and Poe pretend not to notice to give the brunette his space, both solemn and inanimate at the turn of events.

 

So yes back to the topic, Chuuya wouldn't be happy, which would cause him to think of another plan to ease them both but all that went down the drain when blackmail material got thrown at their feet.

 

His father really is a heartless calculating bastard.

 

“There's still a chance we can rethink this, can't we?” Poe says with uncertainty, looking between the two thieves. “There has to be another alternative you both could've done.”

 

Neither provides him an answer for a minute before Dazai sighs, face pinching at his next words “So public or gathering?”

 

Poe, confused, turns to Ranpo who holds a nonchalance while plopping a gummy bear into his mouth “Hmm, gatherings are too stuffy. Go with the public, that would have the right pizzazz of things.”

 

“What are you both–”

 

“Copy that!” Dazai says with a false chirp. Fixing himself one last time and giving Carl a friendly pat, who's been sitting well behaved next to him, he turns to both men and winks “Leaving it to you but keep me posted will ya?”

 

Poe is so dumbfounded at what is occurring but Ranpo is the one to answer for them both with a flipping hand “Don't count on it, just go before we also get suspected by. I refuse to have the cops trailing us in the day when we already do it at night.”

 

Dazai, for the first time in their presence, lets out a small genuine laugh before slipping out of the car. Poe and Ranpo watch him walk to the gates before another individual comes into view. 

 

That's their cue to leave the premises.

 

Being a few miles away, Poe is the one to break the silence with a muddled “What were you both speaking about?”

 

Ranpo shrugs, petting Carl on his lap, boredom coats his voice to give his explanation “A shit ton of work is going to be done in the next few weeks.”

 

He looks at Poe, watching his partner grow nervous under his stare. Poe doesn't get a chance to ask when the beta suddenly asks “Hey, you've mentioned you had taken drama in high school right?”

 

Fingers fidgeting on the steering wheel but manage not to drive them off into incoming traffic. He meekly answers “I have….why the sudden question?”

 

Ranpo just smiles at him with what should've been a reassuring glee.

 

It skyrockets Poe's nerves higher than it's ever been in the green-eyed man's presence.

 

---

 

Chuuya had all but sped up on his bike to the police station. He has to be there to calm the raging storm in his soul and to know the agonizing truth.

 

To know he didn't hear wrong.

 

To know he isn't being played into a fool by his envious colleagues.

 

To know he wasn't ultimately used up like a cheap whore for a man he confided in to not be betrayed.

 

FUCKING SHIT!!!

 

He's breathing heavily, throat and rib cage closing painfully in choppy breaths with eyes stinging from dryer sockets with each zoom he gets closer to the station. Chuuya refuses to have a full breakdown in the busy streets or anywhere where people are quick to pity.

 

Never in his life would it happen.

 

But he never thought he would feel this much pain for a man but here he is proven wrong.

 

He arrives, staggers off his bike to run up the concrete stairs. Doesn't pause to say his daily hellos and nods, too focused to find–

 

“Hey Chuu! What are you doing–Whoa! What happened to your ne–”

 

“Now isn't the time! Is the boss busy?!” He barks at the blonde alpha. Tross's mouth is ajar at the straightforward demand but they don’t get the chance to respond when another comes to their side.

 

“Um Chuuya, don't you want to take a seat first? You look like you're about to pass out.” Tachihara says with an unconcealed worry. 

 

His friends and the rest of the force are looking at him with concern and weariness. It irks Chuuya, who doesn't want the stares or being asked more time-wasting questions. However, it's unusual for him to lose his composure, physically and emotionally. They're aware he can be loud but never near to where it seems uncontrollable.

 

A growl escapes him, surprising them more with how defensive and desperate it sounds. That's not a sound they're used to or have ever heard coming from the prideful yet normally calm and collected redhead. Even during the toughest times, Chuuya has more control of his reactions.

 

So what is bugging their omega coworker?

 

He tsks, looking around “I don't need to sit down. I need to speak with the boss immediately." He glares at the alpha inching closer to him “Is he busy or not?!”

 

“Yes, he is but I'm available to step in for him.”

 

That voice raises all their hairs for how deadly calm it sounds. Yet they knew it was a matter of time until she was called to assert the situation. 

 

And it was the last person Chuuya wanted to have an interaction with.

 

Kouyou waits for her former student to turn and face her, patience radiating from her like a never-ending geyser. Tension forms on his shoulders, many hold their breath in thinking he'll become insubordinate but Kouyou knows her student, knows disappointing her is the last thing he'll want to do.

 

Knows you have to have patience for someone who still has the habit of quickly jumping to impractical conclusions.

 

He turns slowly, eyes downcast but Kouyou can see the effort he's trying to hold back in demanding to be listened to. His posture brings back fond memories but now isn't the time to reminisce. 

 

“Let's go to my office, I'm sure this will take longer than expected.” She turns to Gin, who straightens in her spot “Gin, would you be kind to hold my appointments until further notice?”

 

“What, no you don't have to do that–”

 

“Of course, Miss Kouyou.” The girl responded with a bow, receiving a nod in return. The female alpha turns to the rest of the waiting eyes, stern features in place she orders “Everyone, back to work. We have a busy schedule to maintain.”

 

Scattered all over, Chuuya deflates as he follows his old mentor to her office. Each step he takes reminds him of when he used to be brought for a scolding from the older women.

 

Only this time, he feels no scolding would be done but huge disappointment for the mess he's gotten into.

 

He should've listened….

 

---

 

“I would offer some tea but I doubt it'll bring you some form of relaxation.”

 

She starts light, not trying to overwhelm the omega who’s way too quiet for her liking. Chuuya hasn't offered a word since he sat on her sofa but again, patience.

 

And she's rewarded when a breathy shudder is heard, words tumbling out of him in hushed confession “.....I think I've committed a crime, Ane-san.”

 

Ane‐san, a word she knows too well. Knows the second he utters it in the open, it's where the shorter is being genuine in his feelings or where he feels he reached his limit. Either or, she won't interrupt.

 

She takes a sip of her tea, body relaxed to show open communication before asking “How so?”

 

Chuuya blinks rapidly, as if startled awake and not in any way trying to understand why she's not immediately asking to explain himself. 

 

‘There he is.’ she watches fondly.

 

Honestly, it should offend Kouyou for the omega to be thinking this way but she knows there's no changing him, no matter how many reassurances or training she's given. Not that she prefers it, her student is too unique to mold into something that will be beyond recognition.

 

Semi-sweet sugar turns to burnt distress, eyes focus on the omega the more it grows in the room. This won't do, not when her instincts are screaming to console, he's fleeing again.

 

Peach flowers meet the omega's nose causing him to look up to an offered hand. Hesitation grabs him but it's not long to shakily place his hand on top, holding on as if she's going to slip away if he were to think to let go.

 

“Chuuya, what's causing you so much anguish?” she says softly, fingers stroking in comfort as she catches the first drops of crystal slide down rosy cheeks. Protectiveness grows, fighting back a growl at the omega's ache.

 

Who's causing this much pain to her pup?

 

“I…I think…No I know…” He stutters out, air pipe scrunching in his throat by the words he's scared to share. His free hand smudges the tears and minor snot that had broken out mid-stutters, mind at overdrive from the settled atmosphere. Kouyou has yet to lose his composure and Chuuya is unsure whether he wants to scream at her for being this calming force or stomp out and look for his boss again.

 

Neither happens because Kouyou has trained to be prepared for any situation, whether it be a friend or a stranger, she knows what she's doing.

 

“Hush and try again.” She says, reaching over to place a hand on unfocused eyes. Chuuya tenses but knows she's caught his distraught attention “Close your eyes and take deep breaths. When I reach ten, my hand will be removed for you to resume.”

 

In a steady tone, she counts, along with directing the breaths, longer in between counts, to keep the omega from falling off. Seconds pass but it's enough for her to sense Chuuya back with her. “10.” As promised, she removes her hand and waits for blue to be seen.

 

And they do, along with the confession he's been unmotivated to maintain, heart chipping more at their feet.

 

“I've been in secret contact with a criminal during these past weeks and have been blackmailed by my client with photographs because I was going to conclude the ‘Tsushima Case’ cold.” He slumps back on the sofa cushion “But learning how the Tsushima heir had been found, I have no idea what would happen if said pictures were released.”

 

Silence fills the room, Chuuya can't summon an ounce of emotion for finally being able to share his thoughts–even if it's a white coating from the real confession–he begrudgedly lifts and braces his eyes to gaze at an unreadable face.

 

Well almost unreadable if not for catching a nostalgic glint in them. Brows furrow but Kouyou just shakes her head. Her hand has yet to let go of his, but can feel itself tightening. Scent in the room also smells lighter, it has both Chuuya and his omega pausing.

 

Because shouldn't Kouyou be up and reprimanding? Reporting his statement to the boss to strip him of his badge for breaking his promise to the law?

 

Why isn't she yelling at him or hinting disappointment at his failure?!

 

Falling for criminals was their first lesson after all and he failed it spontaneously!

 

Why!?

 

“This habit of yours needs to be reevaluated, young man.” She says fondly, snapping him out of his stupor. He gapes, clearly still at a loss from her lack of reaction. One last squeeze to his hand, she lets go and stands from her seat. Blue eyes follow her graceful figure as she reheats the teapot on the table a few steps away. Back still turned, she asks “Would you care for a cup of tea? Like I mentioned, we have a lot to discuss.”

 

A bashful “Yes, ma’am” reaches the female alpha's ears, bringing a soft smile back to her face.

 

It's been a long time since they had a small sit-down–a much-needed one that is. The boy seems to need it and who is she to not help him figure out a clear path again?

 

Her boss wouldn't mind if she kept her mentee with her for a few more minutes.

 

---

 

Watching him leave the office, she sighs out with a shallow breath. Turning her gaze to the picture frame on her desk, her lips pursed in a sad faint smile, a manicured nail lightly scratches the picture of a man she used to know.

 

Flashbacks of distant memories and dreams spring in colorless futility but the laughter that echoes is a summer blue.

 

She should've been stricter with the omega, should've given him the words she was once offered when she too was feeling what he is going through.

 

But when the situation hits too close to home, who is she to judge and patronize?

 

A heaviness sits on her heart, spreading itself all over its rusted yet strong cage she built for it. Cherry eyes shed a coat of water before they're willed away from the smiling man reflecting at her.

 

“Guess we weren't the only ones to experience such intensity…Sakunosuke.”

 

She sighs once more, this time looking at the semi-cloudy sky “Be sure that boy you raised repents before returning to mine. I refuse to let him meet a fate like ours.”

Notes:

Rare pairs are a treasure, shame not many are out there. Was going to keep Chuuya tight-lipped through the pain but that ended up hurting my soul. That doesn't mean we'll return to rainbows, drama is a must.

See ya next chapter! 💜

Chapter 21: XXI

Summary:

“I'm going to assume you are here because of the news?”

Notes:

New chapter because why not? 👏 Hope you all enjoy!!

“I'm going to assume you are here because of the news?”

 

“Had to come as quickly as possible, boss.” Chuuya says as he seats himself on the available office chair. He balls his fisted hands firmly on his lap and tiredly asks “When?”

 

“Just this early morning.” Mori says as he places a folder to the side. It's almost as if he's still coming into terms with it as well. “Generom's assistant notified us that Shuuji came to their gates and claimed he was laying low while traveling.”

 

Such a stupid yet believable thing the family would say to not cause a commotion. Chuuya knows the real truth of where the brunette has been but his main question is the why?

 

Why did the alpha return to that environment?

 

Why didn't he discuss it with Chuuya first to pitch in his ideas as well instead of sleeping with him?

 

Why did he leave him the way he did?

 

Why didn't Chuuya try harder?

 

That last thought hurt Chuuya more. He knew he had every right to prevent their night ending the way it did, but letting his heart guide for the night didn't seem harmless.

 

Neither of them felt it wrong but WHY?

 

THERE SHOULDN’T BE TOO MANY FUCKING WHYS HERE!

 

Just when he thought he understood Dazai, he pulls shit like this that almost has him screaming and destroying his surroundings for a damn hint of reason. His omega behaving in the way it is has Chuuya speculating that the alpha had done something.

 

Something that he wasn't privy to.

 

Chuuya hates him, hates the rollercoaster he was forced on by him, hates how everything is screaming to burn all things that remind the omega of the brunette and move on for good. The withdrawal will be ass but he'd rather take that then this heartbreak.

 

Is this a damn punishment for his soul for being mates with an untouchable? HE didn’t ask for this?!

 

But a small part is pleading for him to not. And he hates that more because his detective side is still as ever present and vouching for it. Jackass. 

 

There's still so much to uncover because as much as his heart is bleeding, the ‘how come?’ is standing strong.

 

He looks back at Mori who is carefully analyzing back. It doesn't deter Chuuya in the slightest, could care less of how messy his appearance is or how destructive his behavior is showing. An itch for knowledge tingles his skin unpleasantly as he questions “There's a reason why he showed up to their doorstep, isn't there?”

 

The wedding can't be the only explanation. There has to be more behind it, feels it in his bones.

 

Mori is quiet for a few beats before “He told you, hasn't he?”

 

Face unreadable, he doesn't provide an answer. Well shit, his boss isn't the best at his job for nothing.

 

Surprising like his old mentor, Mori isn't fazed by the discovery. He then sighs, rubbing a hand across his face, “Normally, I would consider this whole ordeal a betrayal of sorts but since Osamu is a mutual individual, it'll be hypocritical on my end for it to not continue.” he murmurs under his breath “and I doubt that boy will quit regardlessly.”

 

Osamu?

 

Chuuya's mask shifts slightly, can see his omega's ears perking as well, both of them might…well ARE genuinely stunned at the revelation. Mori is pleased to place some color among the grayness. Good, he needs his detective present rather than a heartbroken omega at this point.

 

The older alpha will scold his pupil when he sees him about causing more migraines than necessary.

 

“That's his name!?”

 

Mori gives another sigh, getting up from his seat to bring down the door curtains to let everyone outside know to not bother. Not that anyone is stupid enough to barge in and interrupt but nothing in this station is ever ordinary.

 

“So he didn't tell you everything. That boy has definitely not learned anything during his time away.” the alpha states. “Then again, he's always been a cautious enigma.”

 

Chuuya doesn't voice anything in return, choosing to wait and hear. He's got no energy to waste in defending the brunette for whatever gets said by someone else who has more knowledge about him.

 

Fuck that man.

 

His omega on the other hand, agrees with the older alpha, nodding and huffing with a sass Chuuya wishes to portray but he'll let it have his fun. One of them has too. A tap to his shoulder has him meeting tired eyes. 

 

Oh.

 

Mori's holding a scent blocker and isn't that embarrassing?

 

“Please be more cautious next time? Walking around with your mixed scents won't stray off alphas for long.” he watched how the omega bashfully grabs the patch “And right now we don't need distractions or people finding out.”

 

Standing from his slouch, Chuuya gets serious in his seat. Once Mori rounds back to his desk from pulling out a different colored file from his cabinet, another investigation begins.

 

And this time Chuuya is set to not let anything get in his way from completing it or bringing it to the public's eyes.

 

---

 

Dazai, for the most part, is bored out of his fucking mind.

 

Ignoring the people who made his childhood a miserable hell was harder than he'd anticipated but one growl was enough for them to back off.

 

Temporarily.

 

His feet somehow led him to his old room and not gonna lie, he destroyed it until nothing remained. Everything that was left as it was 13 years ago, now an irreplaceable mess with its leftover overly flowery smell that had all the windows open. 

 

His old books collected dust and mold, a sign from his father's uncaring nature for his son's personal belongings. What a joke.

 

The old man didn't bother gracing him with his presence when the servants went to alert of his son showing up, not that Dazai wanted his rainbows and confetti.

 

They weren't going to be well received anyways.

 

He sighs, laying back on the coverless mattress, the ceiling is a nice pause to look at in letting his mind run. So far, everything is running smoothly;

 

Coming out of hiding, check. 

 

As much as Dazai had detested the thought of being Shuuji again, he has to suck it up and relive this life for this plan to function–Ranpo's words, not his. Playing as Dazai would only get him sent behind bars and can also risk his friends and Chuuya's safety. Not a scenario anyone wants.

 

The brunette knows how the old man works; if there's obstacles along the way, he'll remove them with no hesitation. Chuuya's wake up call was a warning for him too and he'd be damned if he let anyone lay their hands on his loved ones.

 

Which is why, Shuuji is a perfect distraction for the real work to be done behind the scenes. Having him back in the spotlight would turn heads, enough for the next step to take place;

 

Hiring Mori’s best detective as Tsushima Shuuji to finish this case for good.

 

If anyone can solve and bring his case to life with no more worries, it has to be Chuuya. Things are definitely rocky between them no doubt about it but he made a promise.

 

And he intends to keep it until whatever end comes.

 

He can trust Mori giving his omega the proper information with no edits or falsification just like he can trust Ranpo and the rest of his gang to investigate another case that he's been longing to have solved.

 

His mother's death.

 

To many suspicions have been silenced for so long, Dazai vows to see it all burn and shame this forsaken family's name.

 

“I’m counting on you, Chibi. Wait for me a little longer.” he mumbles to the blue cloudy sky, hoping his words can reach where his heart lays.

 

A knock on his door brings him back with an annoyed huff. He doesn't bother calling out when the maid goes “Shuuji dear, are you busy?”

 

He's not but he doesn't need to give them any reason in knowing. They'll come in unannounced if he does. He responds in a bored tone “Yes? What do you want?”

 

“You have a guest waiting for you downstairs.”

 

He groans loud, uncaring how rude it sounds. “You gotta be fucking kidding with me.” he gets up and nears the closed door. "And who might that be? Did you guys not get the memo that I didn't want to meet with anyone?”

 

“Now that's a bit harsh” the maid tuts “She came all this way just to see you, it's considered rude manners to leave a lady waiting.”

 

God, he forgot how the women in this house love to high pitch their voices to try to make him feel guilty. Too bad it's not working as before.

 

Lets be honest, if this had been for Dazai–single, no omegas in sight, Dazai–he would've agreed, rushed to greet and charmed the lucky lady for a fun time or a double suicide. A perfect evening.

 

But Dazai isn't here nor is he interested in anyone that isn't a 5 '3 redheaded omega who the brunette needs to figure out how to repair their relationship complications. As for Shuuji, he doesn't do suicide invites nor does he hold any interest to anyone in particular.

 

Especially to his future bride.

 

This day just keeps getting better and better. Who can he force to play messenger pigeon?

 

---

 

“You two better know what you are doing or we will all end up in deep shit.” Yosano says as she plops herself next to a laying Ranpo.

 

Ever since he came back from dropping off Dazai, he's been quiet. Not in the “I played a prank on one of you guys and I'm waiting for your screams” type of quiet but a "It feels off but I don't wanna say it until you guys do”.

 

Yosano can admit that without the brunette's presence, it does feel kinda lonely to walk in the living room now. The day may be going in half but she got used to hearing his teases and whines for the random shit that comes or his brags about another diamond to his collection.

 

Atsushi hadn't stepped out of his room since the plan was set in motion but both the alpha and beta know he'll bounce back soon. The omega respects and trusts the brunette alpha far too much to not have faith.

 

They're all worried but can't afford turning heads for their lack of activity, as thieves and as civilians. The neighbors aren't knocking either but it'll happen, especially the nice little old lady downstairs that the idiot befriended for homemade cookies if she doesn't see him waiting by the gates.

 

Ranpo sighs “We’ll be fine as long as neither of us do the opposite of what we are told.” He peeks over to the plum colored haired female “Are you doubting my intelligence?”

 

She rolls her eyes at him, running her fingers fondly in his hair “Never had but it would've been nice to know more of this plan than the bits you guys were sprouting.”

 

“Nah, too much work.” he says, flipping a hand. Reaching a hand to the coffee table, he hands her a paper for her. It leaves his hands and waits for her response.

 

It's not long for purple eyes to look down at him. “Ranpo?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“What am I supposed to be looking at?”

 

“You don't know?”

 

“Am I supposed to?

 

He sighs loudly, grumbling words that resemble "It's not that hard to understand.” under his breath.

 

Yosano keeps her stare at him unamused but comes closer when he motions the page. He's still lying on his back when his finger taps once to the picture, “This is called a fortnight. Old farts like to use that stupid term when describing an event that's about to come.”

 

She nods slowly “.....Ok? What does that mean exactly?” Finger waving all over the page “Why are there a lot of stick people, a fish and an angry” she squints “The fuck is that small sploch next to the ghost?”

 

“That,” He gives her back the paper before turning on his side for a cat nap “is something you would have to ask Dazai. He drew it after all.”

 

She frowns at the beta before turning back to the page, turning it in all angles to decipher the coding. Dazai tends to pull that shit whenever he's bored and it shows he wanted to leave one last message before his faux hiatus.

 

A fucking wild goose chase no doubt.

 

She turns it again, flips the paper before reverting it back. It hits her right there.

 

The characters, the wonky flowers and shades of blue, this childish paper is the description of the wedding that's about to come. Yet regardless of the lively coloring, Ranpo's words bring a red storm over it:

 

They only have two weeks to put a stop to the wedding.

 

Wild goose chase indeed.

Notes:

Read bits of "The Day I Picked up Dazai" and honestly, it motivated me.

Chapter 22: XXII

Summary:

Hatsuyo Oyama is a beauty anyone would love to court, figuratively speaking.

Notes:

Editing this from 4:48am and now it's 6:26am. My sleep schedule is all kinds of messed up but it's true what they say when ideas come best at night 💀

Enjoy!!!

Hatsuyo Oyama is a beauty anyone would love to court, figuratively speaking.

 

Clear fair skin that would make anyone jealous, hypnotizing doll-like brown eyes with matching brunette curly hair, and a curvy body that any person would love to wrap or smooth their hands around.

 

She's lovely to look at, Dazai/Shuuji can admit that–a beauty you can find in the finest art exhibitions.

 

But if only the looks matched her personality then she would've been considered the perfect woman. Hadn't made it to the last step of the stairs when she echoed in the main room for Dazai to know who the fuck they paired him up with: Spoiled, bratty, and Dazai's least favorite: loud as fuck. 

 

Chuuya's his only (un)fortunate exception.

 

From where he stood in the corridor, an irritation had his fingers scratching. Bathed in expensive perfume that his nostrils are threatening to shut, the alpha almost ran back up to escape from the balcony doors, fuck that shit in the deepest pools of hell.

 

Not even Yosano on her best days can be this extreme in drowning herself in scented sprays or Atsushi whenever he's happy beyond the freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

 

Would puking at their feet be mean?

 

Sigh, guess he's right to not assume that all female omegas or females in general are soft spoken and gentle.

 

This one in front of him is proof, his punishment for his misdoings.

 

“So you're Shuuji,” she says with a lick of her lips, eyeing him up and down. “Huh, I suppose I can forgive my father for not providing a picture.” she sways closer, leaving no space between. Petite hands come to lay on his chest, heels giving her a proper height in meeting his chin to bat her eyes up at him, a typical show to everyone present in the living room.

 

How gullible of them to drink up this poor act. 

 

He could either take this with great humor or be visibly disgusted. Dazai doesn't need to have future vision to know how they would all react to the latter but learning how to shuffle in between masks has always been a favorable time consumption.

 

And this is the time for it to shine.

 

He offers her a charming smile with accompanying bedroom eyes to play along with her flirting. Done this to many in his years of thievery to gain the upper hand, never did it fail him.

 

And from the rising pheromones emitted from her, she is not different from the rest. 

 

What a bore.

 

“What a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Hatsuyo.” He purrs, he can see his alpha gagging at the display from where it's gazing.

 

That makes two of them.

 

After this, he's gonna have to take a shower with bleach to remove EVERYTHING from today.

 

But he continues as if he's not having a general agreement with his dynamic. “I've heard so much about you, I've longed for us to come together.”

 

Remembering he's supposed to be Shuuji—that doesn't have the faintest clue how to interact with people—he shyly places a hand on top of hers, and that's what breaks the act.

 

“REALLY!” she screeches out, shifting her gaze at her father “See daddy, I told you he wouldn't be able to resist my charm.”

 

Insert all that you call CRINGE!

 

“Yes, yes dear. You were right.” Mr Oyama sighs, turning to the brunette. He extends his hand and greets “Your father spoke so much about you. We are happy you made it back home!”

 

Hatsuyo's bouncing gets on his nerves but Dazai keeps his smile in place. Now would not be the time to lash and curse–he has a stupid role to commit.

 

“Is that so?” The brunette says with a fake timidity. “Father usually doesn't speak about personal matters but it's refreshing to learn.”

 

Mr. Oyama nods, "It wouldn't be a constant conversation topic but enough to grasp the picture.” and motions to his clingy daughter “The missus and I are thrilled to send our daughter off to a noble young man. We are excited for our growing families’ future.”

 

Hatsuyo attaches herself to his arm like a koala bear, purring up at the brunette who reluctantly pats her nail-gripping hand. Dazai answers when questions are directed to him but mostly keeps to himself. The Oyamas take no offense, believing he's still getting used to being home, bubbly chatting with the servants as they wait for Generom to come from wherever he is. Drinks are placed in front of them all, along with the bottle. 

 

“Oh! The good stuff” Mr. Oyama praises as he thanks a maid “You Tsushimas know your liquor well!” enjoying the first sip of high corn bourbon.

 

“Indeed, they do, dear.” Mrs. Oyama comments as she takes sips of the rich white wine–the family's sacred signature drink. Her eyes flicker to the expressionless heir “Praise your mother for founding such delicacy, lad. May her soul rest in grace.”

 

The tight-lipped smile he sends isn't acknowledged with a keen eye or else they would have seen the vile disgust he had of those women drinking something that should have never been shared out of tradition. Seems like after all these years, his mother's memory is still disrespected.

 

That wine is for special occasions but guess traditions are taboo if it's freely handed out like a casualty.

 

The brunette's fighting every cell in his body from reaching out and chugging the entire bourbon straight from the bottle for numbing effect, like a delinquent he for sure would cause a stroke to each member present.

 

“Oh, I can't wait to wear the most gorgeous dress down the aisle. The reception will have giant bouquets of daisies and marigolds at each table. The clothes would be made out of real silk instead of that horrendous–”

 

Hatsuyo continues to yap at his ear, nothing in his demeanor showing the lack of attention he gives to what she wants. Instead, it's snatched by the one person he dreaded ever interacting with again.

 

His eyes zero in on the man he considered dead years ago all the way to the present. If Generom was surprised by being face-to-face with his missing son after years of radio silence, he makes no show of it.

 

‘Typical’ he muses as his alpha bares its teeth.

 

Proud bastard.

 

He ignores Dazai and greets the Oyamas with fake smiles and handshakes followed by small talk that neither patriarchy could care less to remember, typical elite standards. Displayed so plastic from both parties, Dazai's stomach churned at the urge to call bullshit and run again.

 

But plans would get set back if mistakes or changes are made without explanation. And he knows Ranpo is a real douchebag if he were to find out Dazai did it behind his back. 

 

Awkward small talk later, everyone is moving, the brunette is blindingly following the crowd as thoughts occupy his next steps.

 

“Oh Daddy, can we have the altar underneath a gazebo? It's going to be so hot and I DO NOT want sweat ruining my makeup.” Hatsuyo complains as she attaches herself to her father's side as they make their way to the dining hall, from the looks of it lunch has been announced. Mr. and Mrs. Oyama encourage their daughter's exaggerated detailing and demands on their way. The planning seemed to be hosted by them if they hadn't bothered to ask the groom or his father what they thought. 

 

Like he cares.

 

Dazai turns a deaf ear to the answer when a hand clasps his shoulder to prevent him from walking to the dining hall. A growl is shoved down when the smell of pine and chlorine meets his nose, stays still when Generom whispers in yellow warning,

 

“It is in your best interest to be on your good boy behavior rather than that hooligan recklessness I can see wanting to show to everyone present.” Cold and commanding, just like he remembers “We wouldn't want your bride and new family to discard you so soon, now do we?”

 

He meets the advice with a cold chuckle, some things never change. 

 

“I'll play along if the shoe fits properly.” Rust meets dark brown, narrowing slightly in match “We wouldn't want them to retract that wonderful partnership we both know you are trying to run dry.”

 

None of the staff are in the room with them to witness or get a whiff of burnt forest coming out of both Tsushima men. The chilling staredown they're aiming at one another would have any individual turning away from its intoxicating and prudential. Father and son isn't the appropriate term to describe them right now.

 

No term is best.

 

Dazai maintains eye contact before deadpanning, this is ridiculous. Rolling his eyes in a show of his first visible disrespect of the day, shrugs his hand off, walks ahead of the older, and throws over his shoulders “It's heart-warming to see you haven't changed one bit, old man. It seems time apart doesn't always work on everyone, huh?”

 

Sarcasm isn't lost on either ear but the aggravating smell has yet to fade from the scorning man. Dazai prevents him from commenting when he looks back, patting himself on the back for choosing to keep his scar visible in his comeback, a discomfort for a discomfort. “Hey, I would tame that smell off yours before you come into the frame again. Its rotten smell would hurt anyone present.” His eyes darken with malice, Dazai smirks sadistically “We wouldn't want your new in-laws to see your true face underneath the stoicness now would we?”

 

He leaves Generom in the living room and braces for the migraine of his remaining day. It's not long before the Oyamas are on him again and Shuuji gets back to center. 

 

It's not long after he's ignored once more. He doesn't mind, prefers to count the hours until it's time to hide in his room.

 

---

 

Back in the hallway, the older man remains where he rooted. Eyes not moving away from where “Shuuji” stood before him, trying to make sense of what had transpired in that second. 

 

Shuuji had never been…this.

 

Always meek and compliant to whatever he was told, soft spoken and practically scared of his shadow every time he tried to go out of it. That's the Shuuji he was expecting to see when he finally showed up from playing his childish games, see him apologizing for causing slight suspicions and putting his father in a compromising spot in the first 2 years he was nowhere in sight. 

 

See him regretful of shaming the “Tsushima” name. 

 

The older had been ready, to berate and pull all the tactics he knew would work on him. Never did it fail before.

 

The black haired man was not expecting this, however.

 

He was not expecting to see the brunette appear calm and collected to him, the staff, and the guests. A far cry from the jittery and pitiful boy he had been. The hollowness his eyes held is still there but having paid close attention, tagged with a foreign fire keeping them lit. 

 

Where did that come from?

 

But what had him perplexed was the barely controlled growl and expression he witnessed coming from the younger when the older brunette stopped him from leaving. 

 

Because it didn't sound like a “You startled me! I'm deeply sorry!”

 

It was a “Hands off or you won't know where it'll land.” 

 

Shuuji doesn't growl, he submits and bows his head in shame for crossing lines he knows better to cross.

 

This person, this alpha, is proudly going against him and treating him as if he were mere staff rather than actually blood relation and respected hierarchy. Arrogance on his shoulders while sporting his missing son’s scarred face is what greeted him.

 

It was at this moment that Generom knew: His son was gone and someone else came into his place.

 

Someone way worse.

 

---

 

3 hours later, 5:55 pm

 

Having arrived at his apartment around 2:55pm, Chuuya put himself to work.

 

Unusual for him to do considering he'd rather leave everything at the office and have better focus there than a place where distractions can happen regularly, but with how both Mori and Kouyou forced him out of the building, he had no choice but to comply.

 

One scandal is enough for the station to gawk at for a day.

 

But before he parted, he stopped by Doc’s and had him prescribe him some medications for his ongoing cramps and other surprises that may come his way.

 

Better to prevent now than face a possible bump on the road when he's so close to the finish line.

 

An unexplainable bump that is.

 

Chuuya knows the Flags will come at any second to hound him for details about his steamy night when Doc informs them during lunch. Things like these are a must to loop everyone in the group apparently. And when it involves Nakahara “boy scout and never do no wrong in anyone's eyes” Chuuya? 

 

That’s the scoop of a lifetime.

 

His intuitions come true when there's a sudden pounding at his door, making him jump from where he sits at his coffee table with fragile reports on display. Glancing at the time, he groans as he stands, mumbling of disturbances of his peace with each step he takes, his omega twirling in delight for the distraction. Their partnership ran out of time if it chose to play rather than work.

 

Opening the door he’s bombarded by many scents of different kinds, varying from the amounts of food each alpha is holding with their smugness radiating in different stances.

 

They know.

 

Chuuya isn't attempting to look guilty. No point in it when the ache between his legs shoots bolts every now and then, refusing to let him forget, and the knowing looks become slyer with every shift he does.

 

This is why he should have never aligned with his body's desires during stressful moments.

 

“Why are you guys here? And what's with all that food?” He questions, moving aside to let them all come in. With that amount, the omega knows work is definitely going to be pushed back. 

 

“A little birdy told us that you came to the station and looked as if you went to war with a beast with so many bruises covering in places that should raise alarms, so we came and brought comfort food.” Lippman chirps, taking out plastic containers of chicken wings, beef wonton noodles, random bags of spicy chips, strawberries, mangoes, and his worst enemy… sticky toffee pudding and cinnamon rolls.

 

Dammit! They know him too well in how to make him talk!

 

And the bird itself is perched cheekily at the other investigator's side to prevent the omega from chasing and plucking its feathers, proud of calling in the cavalry rather than starting a missing person's case on himself.

 

“Then we found out that before the boss and Ms.Kouyou sent you home, Doc had prescribed you specific pills that are required after a “scandalous” night” Piano Man adds with a teasing brow, before growing serious when Chuuya doesn't rise to deny. They all are when he chooses to remain silent in favor of passing plates.

 

“Joking aside, we’re also here in good grace to find out what's keeping you distant.” IceMan injects from where he stands by the wall, “We do respect that you want to keep whatever you have going on secret but the toll it's taking on you is raising alarms.”

 

Chuuya looks at each face, seriousness and worry bleed in the air overshadowing the previous bitter smell Chuuya had forgotten to air out. It has the omega sighing in resignation, it was bound to happen anyway.

 

Hand on his hips and lips pursed, he asks “Living room or kitchen?”

 

“Whichever you feel comfortable with.” is his response followed by mutual nods.

 

Chuuya nods back, grabs his preferred meal, and heads to the living room. Sugar should give him the strength to say everything in one full breath, never has it failed him.

 

“No questions until I'm done, got it?”

 

The alphas nod and for the second time that night, the omega comes clean. Uncensored from the depths of his soul, the sting from the brunette’s temporary abandonment was bandaged by the alphas who embraced and reassured the redhead for better days to come.

 

It lasted 3 mins before they exploded with sudden realization that their friend had been around AND slept with a criminal belonging to the group they've all been playing duck with.

 

Sticky toffee pudding and cinnamon rolls have never tasted sweeter in that moment.

Notes:

Have been so focused on this story, I'm fangirling hard with everything that comes out. Best feeling to give myself 😄

Thank you all for reading! See you on the next one!! 💜

Chapter 23: XXIII

Summary:

“Now isn't this a surprise. Usually you don't call and ask to meet unless something has occurred.”

Notes:

Laughed through the editing because I was buzzing for this chapter to be out. Was also Inspired by the comments too 🤭 yall just make my day with them ♡

Enjoy!!

“Now isn't this a surprise. Usually you don't call and ask to meet unless something has occurred.”

 

“Or it could be because you think everything is a danger and create scenes where everyone is a threat to humanity.” Chuuya opined, occasionally clinking his spoon on his coffee cup in hand “You also tend to go overboard on your talks.”

 

“You have such a poetic way of saying “Nice to see you too, Paul!”, little brother.”

 

Chuuya rolls his eyes before offering a small smile to his step brother. Paul returns it, ruffling curly locks that emit a squawk from the shorter man, reaching an unoccupied table to sit at their favorite cafe. Deciding to take a break from the turmoil of his emotions, Chuuya had asked the one person he knew would never hesitate to be a blunt force to his dilemmas and put him back on the right track.

 

S’not like Paul would ever say no to his little brother.  

 

5 days have passed since the confessions. 6 have passed since he last saw Dazai in person but his image in every television and dreamy sighs the girls would let out in the station had him escaping his office in a long self declared lunch break.

 

Screw them all.

 

The guys would've tagged along but with the station in constant rush hour it was nearly impossible for either individual to take a break. Chuuya didn't mind, they've already been great distractions, but the redhead had been itching for another opinion.

 

Hence why Paul was called or “summoned” as his friends tend to joke.

 

They treat him like he's some sort of judging entity than a regular overprotective man. Looking at the alpha from across the table though and noticing with how precise he handles things down to even his food and beverage, Chuuya can see it sometimes.

Its like he's being verdict than being gently advised whenever he seeks any form of help or tips.

 

---

 

Paul Verlaine, if you were to ignore the coldness and asshole attitude radiating from him, has a good heart and level headed head on his persona.

 

Sometimes.

 

A true alpha gentleman many would describe, will step in fights and come out in any way or form as the victor, a trait everyone thinks Chuuya had picked up on and carried during school and later on in life. They're not wrong, Paul was more present and a strange kind of role model in his life than his actual dad and that was way before their parents married.

 

Few years apart, they bumped into one another during grade school but never had any sort of interaction nor did their personalities matched at first glance to begin one. Chuuya was brighter and outgoing, Paul was self-reserved and a lone wolf. The blonde had recently presented as an alpha and was ready to enter high school life while Chuuya had yet to know his dynamic and still in middle school.

 

All changed when Mr. Verlaine engaged in a genuine relationship with a recently divorced Ms.Nakahara causing both boys to awkwardly meet face to face. It was annoying at first to find common ground but the bond that grew out of it in the end was a deep one. They learned from each other in dislikes and likes, navigated through the divorces that were happening at the time together rather than alone, found common interest in poetry and music and when Chuuya presented as an omega, Paul took it upon himself to care and teach him how to self defend when the bullies would mock and harass on the first few days of freshman year. Not that Chuuya needed it, the blonde hadn't laughed his ass off like he was dying when the redhead would come home from yet another fight as the victor; the blood stains on his shirt and knuckles belong to the other boys twice his size as badges of honor. 

 

From strangers to inseparable, their parents’ worries vanished with each interaction and brotherly hang outs. They've always kept contact even when Paul had moved out to college with his friends, supporting each other's careers as their personal cheerleaders and when one felt lost the other would come to their aid without question.

 

“If you need me, I'm always a phone call away.” He would say where they sat on the garden's patio swing on his last night home. The redhead's side eye brought a snicker “I mean it. Could happen in the middle of the night and I'll be there in my best pajamas at your side.”

 

“Don't have to keep reminding me of something I don't know already, Paul.” He passes a cinnabookie to the blonde “But bring a sweater with you. I don't wanna hear you complaining about a random cold you gained or getting a warning for running half naked across campus.” his nose turns up “I'm going to the same college as you in a few years and I refuse to be known as the little brother of “Dicks Out Wonder.”

 

“You seriously need to stop going on discovery adventures with Adam.” he gasps mortified.

 

And today is one of those times.

 

---

 

Chuuya hasn't stopped unconsciously picking on his blueberry muffin when a sigh is heard across from him and a coffee cup being placed down on top of the napkin. His eyes connect with patient blue and the omega can hear what is going to come out before it's said. 

 

“Not that it isn't great to see you and the traffic on my way here, but what's got you so…” his hands spin in trying to find the right words. 

 

2 seconds later, none were found. The alpha sighs and changes his phrasing "How's work been? Heard from mom that you haven't called and assumed because you got swamped with work again and not because of laying in bed nursing a wound.”

 

Chuuya's face scrunches “One time. It happened one time and it wasn't even a grave one.” he turns back to his muffin eating a crumb “I reassured her that I've gotten better but she's still iffy whenever I leave the house or if I'm out patrolling with my friends.”

 

“Moms always worry, regardless of what you tell them.” he reaches over to nitpick a chunk of fluffy sweetness, ignoring the scowl he gained “And so am I with how you haven't said anything since we sat here.”

 

A whine is heard for his rapidly vanishing pastry, Chuuya slaps his step brother's fingers away and grumbles “The hell are you stealing from mine when you could've ordered your own?”

 

“It gets you talking faster this way, so out with it.”

 

“Such an asshole.”

 

“Im telling mom you’re being mean to me for checking in on you.” 

 

“What are you, 5?”

 

“Is your tongue heavier than usual?” Paul reaches over and pulls the squealing omega’s cheeks “How concerning. I think I see it at an abnormal size.”

 

A laugh springs out that has the alpha leaning back in pride. He lets go and lets his hand guide itself back to where his coffee rests, waiting for the detective to get his breathing in check.

 

It's not long for the glow to diminish, the smile that shone now dims with its follow up statement, "I'm at a current crossroad with this person I've met but don't know how to move forward with them anymore.”

 

If Paul is shocked, he does a poor way of hiding it.

 

He chokes on his spit causing a booming cough to be sounded in the usually quiet cafe. Its patrons switch their gazes in their direction, hawks at the embarrassing noise but Chuuya is quick to sway the crowd with his charms “Nothing to worry here, folks. He just LOVES the muffins and coffee in this place alot.”

 

He turned to the staff “Best recommendation for me to pass along.” he says with a wink.

 

Flushes and shy giggles returned, as fast as it came, they all turned back to what they were doing. Paul seemed to be back with how he's gulping down the coffee like water. Chuuya winces knowing that it wasn't cool enough to be chugged that way but that's Paul's problem now.

 

“You good now?” he hands over a napkin "Or do I give you a few more seconds of death?"

 

Paul takes it and dabs the remaining drops with a nod. “I don't think i heard right, want to go over that again?”

 

And here enters big brother mode, just great.

 

A hand is raised from further demands or jabs “I met this guy during a job, did everything backwards and now he may or may not be a relationed to a possible client.” he deflates in his seat “I…I like this guy but in the way things got left….I don't know where to go from there.”

 

Paul is immobile where he sits. Out of all the things he was prepared to attack or comfort, this was not what he expected to be dumped with. Though a small part of him had expected for this day to come. 

 

On one hand, he's happy his little brother is, gulp, dating–he’ll come along, don't worry— but on the other…he wants to keep demanding who this asshole is for putting his sweet brother in such misery.

 

However, that would have to be for another time because his brother isn't in the mood to deal with his shenanigans. He is seeking advice on how to move forward with a…sticky situation that may look bad to anyone's eyes but love is never not messy with the right person. Paul's been at this game long enough to know the rules like the back of his hand. The redhead may be basking in the contradiction of things but nothing is ever impossible. His relationship with Arthur and friendship with Adam are proof for him to know anything can be obtained and call it yours.

 

The alpha can see it be resolved and will do everything in his hands for his brother to achieve that.

 

But first things first…

 

“Are you pregnant?”

 

It's Chuuya's turn to cause a scene by spitting out his cold brew and shooting daggers at how loud the alpha asked. Cheeks flame when the stares return but don't linger when Paul glares at everyone.

 

Napkin on his lips, he hisses between coughs “Seriously? That's what you got out of what I said?!”

 

“You said little and a lot for me not to assume.” He shrugs “And a good thing too that you came to me instead of mom or dad. Heavens know they'll keep you locked in that house until you tell them everything.”

 

And by everything, Chuuya knows he means EVERYTHING, including secrets.

 

A shudder is given “Dont remind me.” he leans back “And to answer your question, no. We haven't done anything of that sort…just talked.”

 

He's lying through the skins of his teeth, both men know it. Paul wants to laugh at the flush that flows on pale cheeks, knows him far too well to detect the lies when his scent is absent. The poorly covered patches on the omega's neck–his eyesight refuses to stray to fading marks—doesn’t help his alibi but Paul is suddenly blind and goes on with the conversation as if the thought of his brother not being a virgin isn’t a difficult pill to swallow.

 

“And exchanged a few kisses at night when we would find ourselves alone. Sometimes it was on alleyways or wherever we found an easy spot….” he fidgets in his seat “He has nice hands.”

 

This is going to be harder than he thought.

 

It's his turn to raise a palm, face in a coat of green but pushes through, in tattered stutter, “No..no need to explain, you made your point.” he scowls at his brother's innocent smile, image forever ruined. “So what I'm gathering is that it's all fairly new but you both are in the first troubles. Are other people involved or…?”

 

Chuuya nods “Lets just say, his family isn't..” hesitation comes "supportive and are doing everything possible to have him be with someone else. It doesn't help that prior to this, I was hired by the father for an undisclosed case he was a dick to share.”

 

Both men were but Chuuya isn't throwing more scraps to have him be fully exposed.

 

“Ah, got it…” Paul placed the pieces together “So he’s a high class guy with a stuck up family that eventually got tangled with your work.” his arms crossed “A messy dilemma indeed.”

 

Chuuya whines miserably but the older alpha croons in easement, leather and brandy infiltrate from the exposed wrist for the omega to calm down. It registers to Paul that this situation is more than a simple attraction if that behavior is to go by. His brother is in love, facts clear as daylight, to where the redhead is unaware he’s in between the lines of his heat and abandonment stress his body language is screaming out to people to see. Paul's seen cases like these before when he went abroad for his lawyer courses, has knowledge on how they ended when not fixed in time.

 

Fated mates are a genuine curse if you don't know how to navigate its nature. Pairs if separated for long suffer a major withdrawal involving abandonment and grief, yes, but heartbreak for either isn't like the ones where you can bounce back after a good few months. Fate's heartbreak will leave you with no repair back to a regular life, it'll just make you and your dynamic wish you've never met the person in the first place and find unexplainable ways to end the torment.

 

Some take it to the extreme where no return is available, that's how painful it can get.

 

Paul would hate for Chuuya to go through that.

 

Nevertheless, the blonde lets a fond sigh out, Chuuya raises his eyes. Paul smiles “You've always been good at following your heart, but with how things are then it seems its also lost on what to do next. Tell me, has this guy been making you happy before this whole shitty situation occured?”

 

Chuuya blinks, eyes hazy but a slight fogging of water coats them. It's not sadness from what Paul could tell but of an act of going through so many memories and being unsure which one is a favorite. It's warm to look at, shining blindening when his brother offers a shy nod. That's enough of an answer for Paul to know that his brother will be fine in overcoming whatever obstacle comes his way.

 

He nods, “Then listen here, no one, not even his or our parents, can tell or force you to stop chasing after someone that your dynamic has already claimed as theirs or your heart for that matter. Fate is a mysterious creature, one that many can try to figure out but are not advanced in the mind to understand how they really work.” he reaches over and takes ahold of a trembling fist “People would always linger in the sidelines to stop you from being happy and if you grant them your silence, you're already letting them win.” 

 

His step brother grows serious, the fighting spirit that Chuuya had thought he lost rises in flames with the last part of his speech “Don't let them scare you off, intimidation is a cheap trick the higher ups love to use on those who are brave enough to speak up for the quiet. If they are already doing this to you both then that means you're going the right way.” Blue eyes harden "You're scaring them and they don't like that because it's not coming from a regular man but from an omega.”

 

Chuuya figured that was the case with how Tsushima had looked at him from the start, despised the thought of an omega taking on a big case involving his family secrets. The man was a giant dick but it didn't discourage him in the slightest nor with the burden of his secret meetings with the back then thief. His boss and mentor believed in him, so did his partner and friends.

 

And so is Dazai with this new assignment his boss placed him on. While not entirely forgiven, he can't let brunette fend for himself again in that mentally draining environment. 

 

His detective side would not allow it.

 

Doubt however tends to torment, “But—”

 

“No buts.” Paul declares firmly “I won't push in you telling me what really happened between you two—”

 

“Shocker.” Chuuya offers sarcastically. He’s ignored. 

 

“But as long as you don’t let him slip away from your fingers, you'll prove those snobby elites that you can play their game at any pace it’s set.” The fire in his blue eyes matches the ones across “Now let me ask you a final time, you're going to let idiots take your happiness away and continue to cry about it or do everything possible to have the last laugh?”

 

That took half a weight off his shoulder where he's not slouching anymore.

 

Because officially letting Dazai go would not only mean hurting him and his omega (literally) but it's also an irreversible hit to his pride for giving those assholes permission to mock his failures to his face.  

 

And no one insults Nakahara Chuuya in any way or form.

 

A smirk graces to the alpha’s face, roaring internally when fierce determination eradicates the previous gloomy face. There’s his brother!

 

“Those pompous bastards will regret crossing me just like that mackerel will regret leaving the way he did!” 

 

The blonde has no idea what a fish has to do with anything but not his place to decipher. He already did his part.

 

Paul nods in approval “That settles that, my work here is done.” he reaches for his lukewarm coffee and asks “So, now that that's taken care of, when will I meet this guy?” 

 

“When his new bitch lets him off his leash.”

 

Paul choking a second time is another medal of success.

 

'Never change, Chuuya.'

Notes:

Cinnabookie is a nickname my friends and I had shared for this treat we would buy during late working hours. A cookie baked with a cinnamon roll inside, my sweet tooth felt nostalgic to share a fond memory.

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Chapter 24: XXIV

Summary:

He and Paul part ways after his timer announces the end of his lunch break. Killjoy.

Notes:

Double upload because I wrote to much in one draft.

ENJOY!

He and Paul part ways after his timer announces the end of his lunch break. Killjoy.

 

Returning to the office, Chuuya had spent the rest of the day locked in his office, random video playing in the back to reorganizing the Tsushima case–the real one.

 

Turns out, the files that his boss presented to him on his unannounced visit had all the information he was missing when he took on this stupid case. From the first incident to the last actual date of Shuuji's disappearance, his blood has not stopped boiling with each page shuffling. His omega hadn't stopped its snarling at the facts, ready to sink its teeth into all the members of that toxic household in revenge for what they've done to that child.

 

Every suspect's input is all written in full detail not leaving anything behind.

 

“Between us, all this information was provided by a man who is unfortunately no longer with us but his care for the boy was a sacrifice he had no regret in committing.”

 

Chuuya grabs them carefully, inspecting the fragility of the files. It's going to be a lot to read but it's finally here. His ticket to end the nightmare.

 

“When you mean sacrifice…you mean he was…?”

 

“Indeed that. An anonymous call was made and we hurried to the scene but we were too late to save his life. Stabs in dangerous parts of his body were the autopsy's final report.” Purple gaze loses its focus. “Yet he had enough strength to tell us what he learned and found…and…well here we are.”

 

“But why this long?”

 

“It was fragile material at the time. No one was going to believe a low-class person what he learned, let alone someone who was considered a hooligan from the horrid parts of the streets.” Mori states.

 

Frustrated eyes follow the black haired alpha back to his desk, not wavering when the older says “The man had lost what he held dear but meeting a missing teenager who wanted to find a reason to live?”

 

“Happiness would not find him if he were to return.” he gasps painfully "Death would only await.”

 

He can't go back.

 

“That boy, regardless of how you see it, was safer on the streets than in his actual home.”

 

After reading all this, Chuuya can do nothing but agree wholeheartedly with that statement.

 

S. Oda, your sacrifice would not be in vain, he'll make sure of it.

 

He's almost done with stapling when his eyes dart to the desk clock, 6:48 pm.

 

……

 

Son of a bitch! He had lost track of time and forgot he was supposed to meet with Akutagawa to patrol at 7:00!

 

He hurries to place all paperwork in his secret cabinet. Dazai's childhood picture greets him and as much as he's pissed with the man, a tenderness fills his chest. Small purrs can't be helped like the small strokes his thumb offers to the fragile photograph can't be stopped.

 

His talk with Paul helped him in more ways than one but he's not going to go ahead and act on pure instinct anymore.

 

His chase with Dazai is temporarily done. By no means is he going to let go, blasphemy to think so, but they're at a point in their lives that need to have their attention focused on stopping the enemy than the ‘will they, won't they’ limbo they stupidly labeled in.

 

Dazai is set to marry in less than a week, a race against time that has Chuuya fiercely wanting to beat, yet something in him is saying that he's still missing something.

 

He can't place a finger on what else it can be but the evidence he's putting away doesn't feel…complete.

 

What the fuck could he be missing?

 

His phone pings, startling him from his drifting–a message was sent. Looking at the screen, he's certain it is Akutagawa wanting to know his whereabouts but he's honestly perplexed.

 

Right on his screen, is a number he never thought he'd ever see again nor thought of the person in the past years.

 

Why is Shirase contacting him out of the blue?

 

‘Hey Chuuya, long time no see, huh? I know this might be odd but was wondering since I'm in town,

 

Want to catch up?’

 

“What the actual fuck?” Voice loud in the quiet office.

 

He stares hard at the text, a flutter of emotions happens in the pit of his stomach along with a trail of bitter yet fond memories. His finger hovers on the text, stopping a shy bit on the screen. It's been years but is it a good idea to reunite with an ex-friend who made his college years hell?

 

---

 

Shirase was a wild card.

 

Met him in college during a shared internship and one thing led to another they became fast friends. 

 

“You know, you're not so bad to hang out with. Same time tomorrow?” the beta would ask before stepping out of the gates.

 

The omega tilts his head and shrugs “If you're late again, I'm just going to walk to class by myself and get a good seat at the back.”

 

Always spotted together during lunch, or sitting side by side in shared classes, people loved to gossip that they were a couple.

 

“Hey, the girls are giggling again.” Shirase would point out where they stood by the soda machine, across from them, some girls from their class kept peeking over “You’d think they would be subtle but their gawking can make you think otherwise.”

 

“Or it could be them gushing about that boy band that's touring the city right now.” he muses as his ginger ale thuds down to the slot “And you keep staring at them, obviously they'll look back. They may think you have a crush on one of them.”

 

The gray-haired male had a funny look on his face“.....They are cute but I’ll pass.”

 

“What a heartbreaker.” Chuuya jokes before walking to physics, leaving the other in the slowly crowded hallway.

 

Couldn't be farther from the truth.

 

The omega enjoyed the beta's company like he would any who didn't treat him any less when knowing his dynamic or his…sparkling personality Adam had expressed to him. 

 

“You're more like those tiny sparkler firecrackers.” The alpha makes a camera finger pose aimed at the unamused redhead, Paul and Arthur sharing looks “Once fused, the sparks are flying everywhere until it runs out. So astonishing.”

 

“I'm switching all your packet gums to sticky taffy when you're busy with track practice.” Hiss having no heat, the omega turns to regret when he blindly snatches a spicy one from the packet.

 

He was kind and funny at times but sometimes, his ego tended to get them into tight trouble. Chuuya had spent most of his college years in eggshells due to stepping in on fights to save them from it or pulling so many all-nighters to not get a lower score.

 

His first one was traumatic enough.

 

But like any typical college story, feelings were involved and it was a wrecking ball. Chuuya knew Shurase held a crush, wasn't blind to it nor ignored the whispers their friend group would say. The Flags had also hinted it when the omega would offhandedly throw it to the wind, saying it was obvious in ways one would be embarrassed to show.

 

He kept it cool between them, never indicating his interest–not that it sparked–nor was he a bitch to his feelings. Kept the friendship barrier nice and strong but rumors aren't always the best company.

 

Nor being stuck in a random triangle.

 

Rumors began in the group; apparently, the first one that circled was that their other friend, Yuan, had a full crush on the silver-haired beta but said crush had his eyes on the omega, who in all fairness had no feelings for anyone. Way to focus on his career rather than the school crushes aimed his way yet playing safe didn't stop the unwanted tension.

 

“What a bummer. It's always the innocent ones that turn out that way.” One would whisper as he passed through the hallways. Didn't pay attention to them, scratching his list of studies was his focus. 

 

“That’s college for ya. Real personalities are always shown here more than any other place.” a jock would say where he paused to drink by the tracks. Raised a brow when some would give him eyes whenever he stretched. Flirty compliments made him shy but never did they persuade to follow them to the locker rooms or dorms.

 

“Don’t let those blue eyes fool you. Gotta be careful or he’ll steal your partner in a matter of seconds." He heard it behind him during class but thought it was another girl warning her friend about the school’s player a few rows down.

 

He had no knowledge about when or how it started but being called a slut in the hallways had him keeping a distance from the group. It wasn't after college that he found out it all escalated because Shirase officially rejected Yuan, causing fingers to point at him for being the reason for their friendship's downfall.

 

His name was allegedly said multiple times during that conversation and those who were bystanders took it upon themselves and twisted the monologue. To make matters worse, neither of the Sheep had done anything to stop it.

 

The betrayal stung but he made it through. Leaving everyone in the past and breaking all sorts of contact with each person when he entered the police academy was the best decision he had ever made.

 

And now? 

 

He shoves Shirase and his message away from what's really important; Patrolling.

 

Akutagawa was stoic when he arrived but the small ticks his eye made along with his grouchy hisses told the omega he was not entertained by his tardiness.

 

“I know, I know but those stacks took forever to staple.” He shrugs weakly “The boss didn't say anything about them being organized for me to have it easy.”

 

The alpha sighs deeply, finds center, and hands him a radio, “Had I been partnered with anyone else, this whole conversation would have resulted in a request for an officer switch but boss's orders can't be defied.”

 

The omega offers a meek grin, purring his scent out in apology. It does console the other in a way, they head out to where their area awaits.

 

So far so good, nothing but a few robberies by idiotic betas were done, or providing directions to tourists who filter the few open shopping centers. Heading to the alleyways their chit chat is cut short when their radio comes to life. Static incorrigible they can barely make out the words that come 

 

“....th…he…back…up…”

 

The alpha answers back with a growl “You're cutting off, repeat that again.”

 

“.....thief's…... .northeast..requesting back up!”

 

Northeast?! They're not too far, Akutagawa begins to walk when Chuuya sees it.

 

Or more specifically, him.

 

Right across another building, a familiar coat and feather hat sways in the soft breeze the night offers, shadows covering most of his features but there's no doubt about what Chuuya is piecing together.

 

The Phantom Thieves are out and causing trouble again!

 

Tonight’s just full of surprises.

 

“Ryu, you go ahead and meet with the recruiters! The thieves are out and are in pairs again.” He states, pointing to where the ringleader is, oblivious to the attention he managed to gain. “I'll take care of this bastard.”

 

Akutagawa growls “Those fiends! How dare they disrupt the peace!?” He turns and runs in the opposite direction “I'll make sure to have them meet their end! Careful when around them, Chuuya!”

 

“Heh, don't have to tell me twice!” He smirks before shouting out “Same goes to you!” 

 

No fucking way is he seeing things.

 

His omega is urging him forward and Chuuya complies with a massive urge to throw hands. And from how his growls aren't subtle in the night air, the thief takes notice and does something that Chuuya catches on that something is off.

 

The purple-clad man hesitates and there's a brief panic radiating in his frame.

 

……What the fuck?

 

Chuuya can't remember when was the last time Dazai had shown signs of discomfort but dwelling on it is cut short when the man all but sprints goofily away into the night. Comical to see but it has Chuuya sprinting into action.

 

The chase begins.

Notes:

He he 🤭💜

Chapter 25: XXV

Summary:

It brings a sense of nostalgia with every twist and turn but it all feels so wrong and way too unnerving.

Notes:

This had been fun to vision and write. Needed to bring back the original duo for another crazy night.

Enjoy!!

It brings a sense of nostalgia with every twist and turn but it all feels so wrong and way too unnerving. What is Dazai doing out here and causing mischief with his bastard father having eyes in all areas? 

 

Why didn’t he say something to him?

 

The figure jumps on a nearby emergency stair railing and clumsily makes his way up. He's not unfamiliar with this dance, demonstrating it with impressive leg force Chuuya jumps on the reachable steel and climbs up with rapid speed.

 

Would've made a grand escape if the idiot remembered to pull the railing up after arriving on the roof.

 

“YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY, YOU MORON!!”

 

Distance now short, he jumps on the cloaked figure with jaw-dropping strength, tumbling them both down on the concreted rooftop. Rolling to a stop, the phantom is trying to slip out of the detective's hold but Chuuya is like a fuming snake. Quickly, he grabs him by the covered shoulder blade and jumps on top to restrict his movements and turns him around for his eyes to narrow at what he sees. 

 

Is this some sort of sick joke?!

 

Growling with barely controlled patience, he hisses “Who the fuck are you?!”

 

This IS NOT Dazai.

 

The alpha by now would've already flipped the omega on his back or greeted him with his stupid boyish smile or idiotic remarks that would have made the omega purr, drag him down, and ki–

 

‘No, you're angry at him Chuuya! Don't you dare go down there again!’

 

The one he's straddling is fidgeting like a newborn pup, a beta Chuuya now detects, mumbling what sounds like pleas of surrender but what catches Chuuya's eyes is that this person isn't like the ones he had chased. 

 

He's a normal civilian underneath the disguise.

 

The brunette below him is still sputtering when Chuuya annoyingly claps a hand on their mouth, quieting them in place. Seriously, what the actual fuck is going on?!

 

Eyes gazing up in terror, the omega scolds in warning “You will be quiet once my hand is removed, got it?” The beta nods rapidly, sweating when the detective adds “And you will tell me why in God's name are you wearing this ridiculous getup belonging to a well-known criminal with a bounty high enough to be anyone's bail?”

 

Sweat grows like a waterfall, had the man been another dynamic, the rooftop would have had anyone swarming up to see what was causing such terror.

 

“Hate to disturb your interrogation, Mr. Fancy Pants but I can answer that for ya! He's just a regular guy who has fantastic luck in his friend circle.”

 

The new voice has the detective looking sideways and right there standing by the wall, is a thief Chuuya knows far too well. 

 

“Fucking hell” is thrown out into the open air.

 

Out of all of them, HE is the last one Chuuya wants to deal with. Bumped into him once and Chuuya knew he was a bigger prick than the one Akutagawa obsessively chases or the female fatale of their group. Dazai's assholeness can't compete with this guy's with how similar they glue on to each other's personality.

 

Smug and with a known carefree attitude, Ranpo walks up to him, unfazed with the growling getting high-pitched with each closing step. The black and red clad thief stops and with a tilt of his head, he motions at the men before him “Do you mind getting off of him already? This is getting uncomfortable to watch and I don't feel like fighting tonight.” 

 

Chuuya snarls at the sheer audacity this git portrays. Nevertheless, he begrudgingly complies but keeps his eyes fixated on both men. No way is he going to drop his guard on this rogue. 

 

A decision he'll later call a mistake.

 

The softness he watches them exchange with one another, uncaring of the law across from them, brings out a longing in his omega and a brush of jealousy in Chuuya. 

 

How dare people keep showing off things he wasn't privy to enjoy?!

 

Dazai's going to get a real good punch in the face for this.

 

The omega is about to bark curses at them for the unwanted display when the thief turns to face him, fake Dazai keeps a distance but Chuuya can read clearly from his body language now that he is ready to spring into action if anything goes south. A complete 180 from his earlier captivity. Chuuya steels his body for the unexpected but is thrown off his game when the ravenette blurts “You and Dazai are complete idiots.”

 

Excuse me?!

 

“The fuck did you just say?!” Chuuya hollers, stomping to where Ranpo awaits. Grabbing him by the collar his fist raises in a hissing threat, fuming to the skyline when no fear or regret is behind the red mask.

 

The thief is amused. Chuuya dislikes him even more.

 

The beta behind them stands straighter, and a hiss can be heard as he approaches closer. 2 against one? Chuuya isn't intimidated, had been in far worse situations to think about running away or cowering in surrender.

 

He gets no chance to come up with a strategy when the ravenette waves the other beta to stay put.

 

Huh? 

 

“Calm down, he won't hit me. Not when I have a message to relay.” Ranpo looks back at the angered and untrusting oceans “A message you will no doubt want to sit and listen, Mr. Fancy Pants.”

 

The stink eye he sends has the beta chortling. The redhead has a sinking feeling about who it can be from but how is that possible?! The black clad thief is shoved away, not because Chuuya has a change of heart but because of annoyance for the man not taking him seriously.

 

So fucking annoying, all of them.

 

“And why should I believe what comes out of a pair of crooks and their cowardly leader?” Eyes narrow dangerously “Surely you both know the predicament you are facing if whatever you sprout turns out to be false.”

 

“Eh? Dazai sprouted worse bullshit yet you believed nearly everything he said.” Ranpo retorts, choosing to ignore the “No I didn't!". His arms cross “And I doubt you didn't go easy on him because he's your fated mate.”

 

“How did…did he say…” he splutters before speaking through gritted teeth “We are NOT talking about his dumbass nor want to listen to what he has to say.” 

 

“Hate to burst your righteous law-filled bubble but what I'm forced to relay is from him.” Green eyes roll “Reducing to a messenger pigeon, how belittling.”

 

“He bribed you with your favorite things, dear.” The quiet thief finally says, gloved hand caressing the shorter thief's shoulder. The softness he produces has Chuuya shoving his forming fists into his coat pockets. “Probably not the wisest decision with how it could lead back to us.”

 

“Nah, he's loaded.” Ranpo waves him off “He can spare some gifts for the poor. No one's going to bat an eye to missing yens” he bops a finger to the taller man's nose “And I'm expecting the best kind!”

 

“ENOUGH!” The redhead shouts, a headache prickles on his temple, scent growing sour with how wrong this display looks to him. How clusterfuck everything has been.

 

A whole week. 

 

A WHOLE FUCKING WEEK of watching his mate on a screen or newsletters flaunting a life Chuuya knows he's running out of time for an unknown reason to get him out of has the omega growing tired of the taunts and mockeries.

 

And this right now is the last straw!

 

He misses the bastard, his omega refuses to stop crying out for him–more than Chuuya hates to admit to saying–and seeing him parading with a bitchy heiress or a fake taking on his mantle and being affectionate with another is not helping his struggling thoughts.

 

He demands his mackerel back!

 

Deep breaths, he opens his eyes and calmly asks “What's so important that he couldn't be here to say it in person? Or better yet send a damn letter like he's done in the past?”

 

How much surveillance is in that house?

 

Seriousness fills the space between the three men. Chuuya forces his eye contact strong and unwavering, dead serious now from taking any more bullshit. His stance makes the ravenette’s smirk appear once more. The beta won't admit it, but he can see Dazai would be in great hands when this is all over and vice versa.

 

A pair of self-sacrificing idiots deserve each other after all.

 

The exhausted sigh Ranpo lets out is just for show but he has to hold back on the giggles when the omega hisses again. It's going to be fun to interact with him again.

 

“With how guarded he is, it's still a mystery how he's able to pull these types of stunts behind their backs,” he says as he pulls out what seems like 3 check-sized envelopes from his inner pocket. “Can't say I'm impressed but to each their own.”

 

His hand extends to the cautious redhead and boredly recites “He's a slug but he'll know what to do when you give him this.”

 

“You good for nothing son of a bitch, I’ll kick your scrawny ass!”

 

Snatching the envelopes, he ignores the cry of joy his omega gives when cinnamon apples and tobacco bless his nose or how his eyes water at reading his name in perfect penmanship he recognizes from repeated rereads. 

 

Clearing his throat he forces his tone to be as nonchalant as he can to not give away his surging relief. “Bastard has the gall to insult me?! Who the fuck does he think he is?”

 

No one answers back, Ranpo and his mysterious partner had escaped when he was distracted from his examination. 

 

…..How dare they leave?!

 

---

 

Akutagawa radios him to meet back at their vehicle where he confirms that he wasn't able to capture the other two thieves that appeared on their side.

 

Well, that isn't surprising.

 

"They escaped as soon as we were close to cornering them.” He slammed the car door so hard the whole vehicle shook in its wake “From the look of things, it seemed like they had outside help.”

 

“What makes you say that?” Chuuya asks, adjusting his seat belt, patting unconsciously his inner vest. They're still there, thank goodness, the scent that lingered isn't strong enough to be detected but Chuuya saw no harm in placing a scent blocker on it just in case–scenting it to the max would've aroused suspicion.

 

And from how Akutagawa hasn't commented on an additional smell on his frame, he's in the clear.

 

“I had the idiot frozen in my hold when I heard a tiny static-like noise coming from what looked to be an earpiece telling them to retreat” The tight grip on the steering wheel and the speed they're going at almost made Chuuya suggest his turn to drive but he freezes in his tracks. 

 

Earpiece? From what he knew, the thieves always went in pairs when it came to heists or other stupid run-ins. Never had he seen them (or Dazai really) relying on technology to notify–

 

Wait…

 

The alpha drones on, too busy fuming to notice the redhead's frozen realization. “Next thing we knew that wretched woman threw a smoke grenade and ripped the fool away. Managed to catch a glimpse but not enough to tell which direction they headed.” He snarls “None of us did.” A swift turn, nearly colliding with a motorcyclist “‘Gotta go, he did it’ is what she said. Tsk, the rookies were useless.”

 

Wait a damn minute…

 

“And what is more humiliating was how that idiot looked tonight. More energetic than he usually is, trying to keep the attention on him more than that woman when it's normally the other way around.”

 

“That's ....unfortunate.” he offers distractedly.

 

It earns him a weird look from his partner but nothing gets said after that. Arriving at the station they gather their things and part ways for the night, giving Chuuya a peace of mind.

 

A diversion. 

 

That cunning alpha must've been bored out of his mind to direct a whole diversion by a fucking earpiece for his message to be sent safely without triggering the prying eyes of his connection to the detective or the thieves while also keep the officers on their toes for his group's miraculous return when they were about to question why they had been quiet as of late.

 

He's playing them all like pawns on his personal chess board while dealing with the good boy image in front of the whole world. A huge success in his books from how the envelopes burn on Chuuya's frame. 

 

Unbelievable.

 

Does that mean he heard everything that was said on that rooftop with that obnoxious thief and his substitute?!

 

A snicker is coughed out before it turns into a full-blown genuine laughter as he waits at the red light.

 

He has no idea what's going through Dazai's mind right now nor what those letters intel but one thing he can hear clearly is: ‘This is just the beginning, I'm coming home!’

 

What a sly son of a bitch.

 

4 more days until the wedding

Notes:

Being away from socials has been therapeutic. I just post things and don't linger much.

Ahh, next chapter is back to singular. Miss my lovable dork so much 😭

Thank you all so much for reading!! 💜

Chapter 26: XXVI–Trick

Summary:

“Oh my love, hasn't anyone told you? Smoking kills.”

Notes:

Yeah..you guys are getting double upload.

Happy Halloween, enjoy!! 🖤🦇

Heavy disclaimer:unconsented actions are being done. If that thought brings discomfort, please move on to the next chapter.

“Oh my love, hasn't anyone told you? Smoking kills.”

 

A moment of peace is all he asks, is that so hard to grant in this forsaken household?

 

Dazai ignores the clingy omega’s fake concern and takes a strong-tethering-to-unconsciousness drag of nicotine to show how little he cares about his well-being. A ‘tut’ noise is heard when the giant cloud of smoke lingers in the air, not like he cares. Nicotine has been his lover way before meeting the real love of his life and with how his darling is unavailable and at a far distance and this obnoxious one has his alpha concerningly trying to convince him to jump off a balcony after years of self-restraint, his mind and body couldn't help but turn back to old habits.

 

If he’s shocked most of their staff about how their “innocent” Shuuji has been engulfed in the devil’s company, well tough shit. He's a better conversationalist than the majority of the people he’s been forced to interact with in this negligible environment. He takes pride in being able to maintain the fake smiles but it's becoming mentally draining in keeping it all together.

 

Not to mention, the lack of privacy has that cagy feeling coming back at full force. He hates it, hates how he has to force an explanation for his whereabouts or needing to change the story when “I need some air” doesn't register in their wooden ears. 

 

Meddling bastards.

 

But what really had him on edge was how he had to resort to the stupidest things to get into contact with Ranpo and the rest without having a chaperone or his “fiancée” clinging to his arm.

 

He tried with letters the first time but trying to step out of the house is an instant jailhouse with how everyone wants to know who he is sending them.

 

“Oh young lord, don't overwork yourself.” one of the maids said, trying to rip the envelope out of his hands “We can send this to whoever you're trying to seek for you.”

 

Meaning ‘We want to know who it is you're trying to contact to inform your father right away.’

 

Because Shuuji is friendless, a complete loner. The idea of him having any sort of contact with outside human beings is a type of sin in their elite circle. His “travels” didn't mean he acquired or formed any bond to their eyes but ....if not his father, definitely to his fiancée with how buddy-buddy they all are with her. She’ll for sure have people hunt his friends down thinking them a threat to their ‘happy marriage.’

 

Once, twice, thrice, the papers had ended up being shredded or thrown into the fire by his hand when a simple “I can do it myself no need to inform father.” had him vomiting on his bathroom floor or punching marble walls from how weak he had to resort to not be discovered.

 

Random phone calls or trying to take incognito walks alone to the city were never followed through on or allowed. No one trusted that he wouldn't run away the second he had an opening.

 

How paranoid but not impossible.

 

Eventually, they managed to find a way, one that left a bad taste in his mouth. Figuratively speaking: By using his skills and pickpockets a phone from one of the female kitchen staff. 

 

The reason she hadn't exploited him for anything was due to how he let his hands and mouth do most of the talking at the lone kitchen table when he had caught her alone and had smooth-talked Hatsuyo into getting her fired right after. Playing dirty is his only survival here. Couldn't feel remorse for it, did her a favor in getting her away from the acid then letting her be consumed. 

 

Hiding away in the bathroom, he had texted Ranpo and informed him of press or elite gatherings to meet during breaks. Confirmation received, he erased all evidence of his actions. Sure his friends had to resort to ridiculous disguises to not be recognized but it felt so good to see them all again. 

 

“You owe me a case of wine, rich boy” Yosano playfully scolded, hugging him tight “This maid uniform is an insult to me.”

 

He laughs and croons at her purr. The uniform is respectful but the brunette knows the female alpha loves to tamper with formality in any way she can. “But I gave you free entry to unlimited prizes.” Pulling back a bit, he smirks “Are those watches and rings not enough?”

 

She twirls a few sapphire and jade rings in his face "They're decent but nothing beats a diamond.” 

 

He marvels at her hand “Can't argue with that.” he picks up a sapphire “Come back for the charity event two days from now. That'll be nirvana for you.”

 

“Good to know you haven't fully flipped.” Ranpo throws from the doorway, and Atsushi rushes through in panic but is lightened by Dazai’s laughter. The brunette holds his arms out for the hug he knows he'll receive. And he’s right with how the omega jumps on him, shoulder-damping with slight shakes. No one has the heart to tease the younger man, letting him get as much comfort as he wants.

 

“C’mon Atsushi, you'll get my blazer covered in snot if you don't pull away.” He whines playfully. The omega’s wet chortle and sassy answer have him relaxing, it's nice being surrounded by his friends.

 

“As if you care,” he pouts, heterochromia eyes hold humor “You would just throw that in a random fire that would escalate with no stop.”

 

Funny how true that is. Knew their first mission together was going to leave a splendid mark.

 

Small talks and scoldings aside, he gained a burner phone and their usual radio gadgets to finally keep in contact.

 

Tonight was limited but he made it work.

 

He may not have been physically with them but he felt the adrenaline running in his veins from every sound and laughter the earpiece would provide but it wasn't until Ranpo told him what he’s been waiting to hear all week.

 

“He’s here.”

 

Messy isn't the right description or hint to indicate how he and Chuuya are right now. He knew he was in deep shit for keeping the truth from him when they first started to get to know each other but leaving him after their first night like a cheap whore and having his face be plastered with another omega on every news outlet is another level of disrespect.

 

He’ll take a whole lifetime groveling at his feet for forgiveness for the pain the alpha heard from the earpiece but Dazai can't help but let his affection grow stronger for his mate. It was too risky to try to get into contact, agony over how Chuuya is what runs in his mind to get through these days, his sole light in the abyss. Declaring it since the first day, he made it his mission to have the omega be his and the alpha is dead set to see it be true. 

 

Vows it on everything he holds dear.

 

His father will not win this game, nor drive them more apart than he's already done. This whole mess started because of him, it's time it ends.

 

After all, he made a promise to spend a special time with the omega, and with how he suspects the day is nearing closer and closer, Dazai is determined to find a way to get there quickly.

 

Or so help him god if he were to find out Chuuya's spending his heat with someone who isn't him…

 

He's not unfamiliar with taking out the trash.

 

His eyes grow hooded with the things he's planning to do to his omega when a weight snuggles up to him. His alpha groans in his stead as heavy perfume comes to the surface along a purr of content 

 

Right, he forgot about the guest interrupting his alone time.

 

“Shuuji” Hatsuyo whines to him, her puppy dog eyes doing little to charm him. “Why don't we go inside and finally get to know each other more now that no one is around?”

 

Right, another thing he forgot to add: this girl won't stop at anything in taking him to bed. 

 

He'll be honest, a person who knows what they want and is confident in chasing it is an attractive feature to him. The raw honesty they show for why they are drawn in is a most respected trait to have.

 

But when that feature and personality don't blend to attract?

 

Anyone can easily deflate.

 

The place won't matter, she'll cling to his arm and whisper so many things to him of what she wants in hopes of breaking through his facade. When that fails, she does a poor and stupid job of seducing him with her scent.

 

Fails miserably at that too by ending up attracting others than him but Dazai lets her be.

 

Why interfere in someone’s roulette for constant attention?

 

She bores him to sleep but can make good entertainment by retelling his day. Yosano calls it her daily soap opera, hollering at the details.

 

“Now doesn't seem like the proper time.” He tells her again, patting away her hand that does little to lighten its grip. “Your parents would be upset if they knew what we've been up to when we should be saving it for the wedding and I don't want to disrespect them—-” 

 

“Why should you care what they think?” she demands “Shuuji, you're getting married to me not to them. Shouldn't you start answering to your wife's needs and your own?” Her hands are crawling up and down his frame “You seem stressed, my dear. Why don't you let me take care of you?”

 

They're crawling lower to the edge of his belt, fingers playing with the leather strap. “We don't have to say anything to them, can have us be led to a nearby hotel, and will force the chauffeur to remain silent or lose his job willingly.”

 

His breathing is getting heavier but it's not from any type or form of arousal. It's from how uncomfortable and irritating he's becoming with her constant pursuit and demands. The cigarette in his hand wavers in his fingers, the alpha is forced to put it out or he might end up using it as self-defense. Free hand covers his mouth to stop the warning growl when he’s groped boldly from the outside of his slacks.

 

He, in no way, would ever hurt a woman nor lay his hands on them but when mind and instinct aren't in sync anything can lead to him being the main culprit.

 

This household won't take his side, the Oyamas would consider the act a dishonor as an alpha man, and his father would do everything possible to ship him farther away to an alpha retaliation center to get “fixed”.

 

He’s not broken beyond repair, he’s simply tired.

 

The brunette’s glad he learned how to fight against temptations from omegas like her, Mori’s classes were disturbing but at least he’s not out in the world being irresponsible leaving all sorts of unfortunate souls crawling around. He refuses to submit to the same seductions his younger self went through, punishments now would be far more unpropitious at this age than they were years back.

 

Can’t keep disrespecting his mate in that way too. Already crossed half a line, he refuses to cross a full one.

 

“I'm turning in for the night” he croaks, shrugging her off. He’s short of breath but manages to spit out, "You should too, it'll do us both good.”

 

The silence is nowhere near pleasant where they stand, city cars are static to the rising apprehension. Dazai hasn't tuned but can mentally picture how Hatsuyo's face shifted. Hidden gardenias now rotten to his nose, great. 

 

“How come?” She asks impatiently.

 

Another tantrum, just his luck.

 

The last thing he wants is for that old man to barge in here and tell him how much of a disappointment he’s becoming for not keeping the Oyama heiress content. Again. Easy for the croon to say when he doesn't bother to linger with the parents to maintain that stupid business deal from unfastening.

 

“You keep doing that.”

 

“Doing what?” he asks tiredly.

 

“Running away. Never bother to stay with me or anyone who worries for you.”

 

Worried for him?! 

 

Harsh laughter roared in the dead night and as quick as a light flickers out, his eyes meet hers with an unusual seriousness she’s never seen him portray. Almost as if the quiet alpha that she's been following around has been replaced with someone else.

 

“That’s what you believe? That all these staff members worried about my well-being? You couldn't be farther from the actual truth.” He pulls another cancer stick from his vest pocket, places it on his lips, and searches for his misplaced lighter, tone not holding any arguments, no way in hell would it be possible to hear this with a rational mind “You and I are to respect wedding customs, meaning no intimacy or other ‘stress release’ methods you've been trying to have me participate in. Our families would soon disown us for breaking such sacred rules and I don't think you would like to live a regular life away from the luxurious.”

 

He couldn't care less about being disowned, maybe the biggest and easiest flex to gain and a golden ticket to his freedom but would rather not leave with extra baggage or potential blackmail.

 

Her stink eye amuses him just as it proceeds to fuel his irritation when she snobs “I was told you were a good storyteller but this is a bit too much don't you think? Why not use that to keep us from being figured out than keep sprouting more excuses to—”

 

He comes to her in short controlled strides, startling her out of her bossy front the second he grabs her by her chin, a subtle warning in the air “My dear, don't be so naive, it's not fitting your image.” she tenses at the jab “I'm not running away from anyone, I'm simply trying to get some air when long interviews, meetings, and people alike that won't provide me with a cleaner mind.”

 

“You speak as if you have no freedom to do so and keep trying to point the blame for your exhaustion to others, why not….?”

 

He zoned out after the freedom part, this is pointless.

 

Letting go, he heads to the exit, staying there would have him speaking to the wall and he doesn't have enough cigarettes to stop them (and by them he means he and his alpha) from fulfilling a balcony throw.

 

“Goodnight, Miss. Oyama, wish you a splendid rest.”

 

A loud door slam is heard in his response. He rolls his eyes but thinks nothing of it. Not when he needs to wake early and head somewhere before anyone notices him leaving the gates.

 

“If she wants to be fucked, she has the gardener wrapped around her finger.” he snorts “Doesn’t need me when she reeks of him all the time.”

 

Like that’ll do any good in exposing her dirty secret, because like she stated: They’ll think he’s making stories.

 

---

 

Something is wrong.

 

Waking up in cold sweat is rare but not common for Dazai, nightmares and sleep paralysis are vile creatures of the night that love to visit him on occasion. Lingering touches of their presence are a familiarity but his body feels anything but that.

 

He's panting, nursing some sort of warmth he doesn't remember going upstairs with. His throat is super dry, and spit won't cut it.

 

“What the fuck…is going on?” he slurs, sluggish tries to lift his weight in trembling limbs but falls pathetically back to the bed. His breathing grows erratic, hands pulling at his clothes for air, the buttons of his shirt flying all over the bed. Vision blurry, he's going to go insane.

 

His body is screaming again in need of a glass of Antarctic water to quench its thirst, his alpha is pacing stupidly in his mind on a few occasions dropping on the ground and writhing in agony.

 

What in the world?!

 

“Oh beloved, you don't look so well.”

 

What?!

 

Unfocused eyes shift to his right where the bed dips, watching Hatsuyo get comfortable. When did she come in? Wasn't his bedroom door locked?! The brunette always kept his doors locked!

 

A hand caresses his bangs to the side, and another pets his exposed chest, easily ripping the bandages that were hidden for more access. His sight may have been blurry but there was no hiding that slight disgust that flashed in her face. It's stupid to believe she’ll step back, if anything it's as if she gained a sudden urge to undress him faster.

 

Heartbeat paces faster but this time of immediate danger. The sirens are blazing with every touch the omega does to evoke the seductive songs of lust swarming his veins. 

 

“What do you know? I never thought to imagine it was going to be this easy to get you to be compliant but with how your body is reacting I should thank your lovely ladies for their advice.”

 

Which ladies?! The staff? Did they have something to do with this?

 

She settles upwards to straddle, Dazai's unable to stop the moan that leaves his lips as she sits directly on his forming erection performing small strokes with her hips. His heart drops, his mind returning him to his 8-year-old self with that sole image. 

 

He can't breathe.

 

“Putting a little something in your secret whiskey bottle was the best thing to happen to me.” She moans at a harsh jerk he couldn't stop, mocking “Shuuji! Still think we should wait until the wedding?”

 

She giggles at his growl, delighted purrs swim in the air with blooming gardenias at how his hands tighten on her waist.

 

This bitch managed to drug him in the most mediocre way.

Notes:

Beloved is back!!

Chapter 27: XXVII–Or Treat

Summary:

“Come now don't you want to give in?” She murmurs in fake sweetness.

Notes:

Enjoy the candy, my braces has me limited 🍬

Happy Halloween!! 💜🦇

“Come now don't you want to give in?” She murmurs in fake sweetness. Dazai wants to gag at it. This drug…what kind did they give her to have his body weighing unusually heavy and furnace hot? Sweat forms on his brow and his pants feel tighter than he's ever felt them. Almost as if he's going into–

 

No fucking way!? No FUCKING way!!

 

“What did you do to me?” He pants with a whine that he will later kick himself for releasing.

 

Dazai needs to hear her admit it to confirm his hunch. No regular person would have this in their cabinet, and he doubts the old hags in this house would be stupid enough to steal from his father’s office for it. Or did she steal from her own father? All possibilities run in his frenzy mind but circuits when weight is dropped on his pelvis.

 

“Who? Me?” She blinks with fake innocence, Dazai can't stop his groan from slipping when her palm comes to a stop on his clothed erection “I would never do anything to you.” she says with a purr, boldly touching him more, thinking his protesting groans were a sign of encouragement. The claustrophobic sensation is trying to choke him. “Anyways, don't you think now it's the perfect time to practice for our honeymoon?” she squeals when his bulge takes a harder shape “How rude of you to hide this from me, Shuuji!”

 

Despite feeling like he's seconds away from a full-blown panic attack, he manages to shoot her with an incredulous glare. Did she not hear what he bullshited to her back at the balcony of the possibility of being disowned?!

 

“Practice?! How is drugging me into my rut considered practice?” He howls, hand snapping out of its folded fist to stop the bitch from fondling him. She has the gall to pout at him for stopping her ministrations but she is not the omega Dazai wants to be touched by or share any rut with.

 

He needs to get out of here before his last restraints get out of his control and do something that will cause a no return.

 

He glares at the girl, mouth opening to protest one more time but is abruptly cut off by a pair of glossy lips. She pushes Dazai on the bed, climbing up on him to grind, pheromones coming out from her in sheer invitation for the alpha below, to breed and claim however he likes.

 

It would've been easy, she would've won.

 

Unfortunately for her, she isn't a 5 '3 redhead with hypnotic blue eyes and a brightness that puts the sun to shame.

 

Chuuya's all he sees on top of him.

 

With his remaining self-control, he grabs her by the hips and flings her off of him to the side. She bounces on the bed, landing in a hard thud to the floor when she comes to a stop and before Hatsuyo can register what is going on, Dazai blindly grabs his things and bolts out of the door. A messy appearance is the least of his problems. 

 

“SHUUJI!! COME BACK HERE!!”

 

FUCK NO!

 

He books it until the burn in his legs threatens to send him flying. Mind becoming hazy, the cool air is not helping his overheating body. The brunette almost came to a stop to catch his breath but hearing footsteps behind forced him to pick up the speed again. 

 

“Shuuji! Where are you?!”

 

“Young Lord, this is no time to play games!”

 

Just fucking perfect. Those lowlifes should consider themselves lucky he’s trying to escape and not go back and beat them all to a bloody pulp.

 

His eyes roam to any available emergency ladders in the alleyway he stumbled upon, narrowing to slits when none are available.

 

“FUCK!” he lets out, his agitated roar bounces the walls. Footsteps were getting louder and just when he was about to run the opposite direction, his eyes shone with one low enough for him to jump up.

 

He could cry tears of joy with snot as confetti. Someone is finally listening to him!

 

“SHUUJI!”

 

‘Quit diddle daddling, Dazai!!’ his alpha barks at him. Hatsuyo’s shrill has him jumping and climbing, tripping on the concrete rooftop giving him temporary relief. He waits until the omega gives up and sounds farther away with the rest of the group from him to jump back down.

 

Staggering in his landing, Dazai heads to the one direction he knows he and his alpha have been desperate to go back to. Fuck waiting for a proper day, fuck the risks and consequences. He needs to see him NOW.

 

People had better be out of his way for him to get there without any complications.

 

---

 

This heat is driving Chuuya to madness. Nothing he's been doing has been able to cool him off or get that desired release he's been desperately searching for, a fucking torture. 

 

Pillows lay scattered on the floor, nest already destroyed from the harsh humping and rearranging. The room is bathed with his ripening arousal and the bed has now turned into a battlefield.

 

He had no idea at what time it happened, had arrived home, took off his coat, and was ready to read the letters with a glass of wine to the side when out of nowhere he got hit with a bone-chilling pain and then ... everything went black. Next thing he knew, he woke up in his room drenched in sweat and slick, his body now an inferno temple waiting for its right offering. His omega must've taken over and dragged them to safety if the mess is to go by.

 

He wasn't unaware of his approaching heat, was hoping to be hit after this whole case was done..

 

But nothing he ever wants goes as follows.

 

His fingers are too pruny and tired, his whole arm is exhausted to the max from flickering and rubbing his now sensitive clit roughly. Cunt too wet and open, his other fingers aren't big enough to stop his body’s hunger. This is the worst he's ever been.

 

Fuck someone get him out of this misery!

 

He's about to shove his fingers back when he hears a crash outside his room. Clarity falls on him like cold water but it's a sense of dread of having to deal with an intruder that has him shaking in growls and hisses.

 

When he said get him out of this misery, he did NOT mean send a random idiot to have his way with him!

 

The omega rises, winded, shaky legs are quietly thrown over the bed to stand. He stupidly forgot he hadn't removed his knife from his coat–which is hanging OUTSIDE– but his baton is a good weapon to use. That or his fist, either one, the bastard is getting beaten by an irritated omega, heat be damned!

 

His hand reaches to turn his room knob when he hears it,

 

“Chibi!” the voice huskily cries out “You better be in here or I swear to god I'm gonna go hunt you down and bring you back this instant! Mission be damned!”

 

No fucking way! 

 

It can't be HIM!? 

 

There's no way it's really him, it has to be a hallucination.

 

Chuuya all but flings his room door open and right there in a pitiful slump on his front door, is the man who has no way of ending his torment. 

 

But something is wrong.

 

…Is he hurt? His appearance is messed up: shirt ripped open with bandages loose like shackles swaying with every jolt he does, pants baggier but holding on for dear life from his belt, the vest he has on looks to be on its last hopeful threads with each breath he’s raggedly inhaling.

 

It registers the closer he gets, the way their eyes connect in a lovely blend of wonderment, longing, relief, and in the way his nose inhales a sweeter dose of cinnamon apples with its musky sandalwood and drops of faint tobacco, it clicks: the brunette’s on his rut.

 

Were their cycles always in sync with each other?

 

He definitely needs to get a manual on how this fate thing works.

 

The alpha rises from his slouch, eyes never leaving its prey as he pushes the door behind him to lock them both. It has Chuuya clenching his thighs underneath the baggy shirt as his slick drips like raindrops. Dazai's nostrils flare at the intoxicating smell, croaking a noise so haunting, it snaps Chuuya in place.

 

A purr from him, heated scent rising in invitation and beckoning the alpha over, that's enough for Dazai to drop the tension around him and go for it.

 

They meet in the middle, baton clinking noisily to the ground as the omega gets perched up on his kitchen table. Whiny moans leave his mouth as his body gets fondled in the way it's been begging for, throat sucked and marked with canines piercing his choker collar earning him a sultry growl.

 

“Were you expecting someone for you to be wearing this, darling?” Dazai asks, hands gripping the hems of his omega's shirt before shoving heated hands under to meet furnace skin, skimming upwards before fiddling and pulling perky nipples. Chuuya arches with a cry, legs tighten on a suited vest to pull him closer but growls in return when a whiff of female perfume invades his nose. His omega is livid and demands that he rip the offending fabric to shreds but Chuuya chooses to ignore and stab.

 

“You're one to talk.” He snarls “What? Gave a poor performance to the bitch you're reeking from?” He shoves a hand to sweaty brown locks pulling the head away from where it was marking its territory. Dazai hisses, eyes dark and blacker than the night sky glare down at him, Chuuya returns it with a snarky smirk “You've got some nerve showing up here.” The shove he does to the open chest does little movement to the brunette, it pisses the omega off. “You spineless vagabond, don't you know? No snobby rich boys are welcome here.”

 

“Oh, so now I'm a snobby rich boy?” Dazai grunts, hands pull the flushing growling omega towards him leaving no space, and hisses in his ear “Funny, thought I was a sweetheart to you.”

 

“Not anymore so why don't you do us both a fucking favor and go back to her leash before my new man comes? I'm dying for cock that isn't branded with possible STDs.”

 

The air becomes murderous, Chuuya trembles as it's accompanied by an equally murderous and crazed smirk–his only and last response of the night.

 

Lord, don't bring them mercy. They are not qualified for it.

 

Long fingers are shoved aggressively into his dripping wetness, a howl of pleasure forced out of his chest when they finger him with abnormal speed. His eyes rolled all the way back of his skull, jaw dropped open with each increasing squelching noise. His weight couldn't be held by trembling limbs and Dazai is quick to notice. Shoving the omega fully on his back, he throws a twitching leg over his shoulder for a wider opening, eyes darkening to the fullest as he watches that pinkish entrance hungrily suck his fingers in, glistering slick waterfalls down his wrist bandages.

 

His omega is a twitching mess when he leans forward to shove deeper, mouth frozen in a muted gasp with watery eyes begging for more. And who is Dazai to deny his lover?

 

Or that would've been the next step if he and his alpha weren't filled with dark promises and punishments for the omega's nasty comment. Who does he think he is to search for someone else?

 

Who does that bastard think they are to steal from the Notorious Phantom Thief Dazai Osamu?!

 

“Poor little thing, eyes so blue and watery.” He draws out in fake pity, nose inhaling deeply as the omega's sweetness grows stronger at his voice. Cute, but not enough to squish down the rage. He slows his wrists, eyes coming clear at his tempo. He smirks at the irritation “You think this look is enough for me to give you my clean knot?” A tightness occurs, he smirks wider at the heated stutters “That is what you want right? Wanna be stuffed full until you're dripping with my cum too or ride until your legs fall off?” He licks his lips, glassy eyes follow the movement “Not a bad idea don't you think?”

 

Chuuya's whine is gasped on his spit filled lips, evoking a shudder in the alpha to quit playing and shove his cock deep into the omega and fuck him until the only thing he remembers is Dazai but a part of him wants to see how far an omega in heat can take before they subcome to their desires and how far will the proud detective would take to beg for him.

 

Is it mean? Yes. 

 

Is it deserving? Absolutely.

 

Is he close to losing his own mind from his rut the longer he drunkenly stays in the omega's space?

 

All his switches are malfunctioning.

 

The thief finds amusement in the omegas' attempts to get friction, wild with each moist bite he does to plump thighs, but Chuuya has ways to keep surprising him. New ones Dazai never expected him to do. The redhead boldly hooks a pruned finger that he had shoved into a shocked mouth and drags the brunette down to him. Dazai’s taste buds are crashing his rut-filled mind. 

 

“Most definitely not.” the temptress in his hold moans in his ear “But, you think you're the only person in the world who has a knot like this hiding in their pants?” Face shifting darkly, mirroring the one too close for comfort “Don't be so full of yourself, mackerel.”

 

“You're mine, Chuuya.” He hisses out “You don't belong to anyone but me.”

 

“You left me for another bitch like a cheap one-night stand slut!” he growled back “Probably fucking her in that pristine dollhouse as if I meant nothing.”

 

Dazai barks out an empty laugh, mind completely done with the chit-chat. They're stabbing one another with a shared knife until nothing but open gapes are left.

 

Enough is enough.

 

Quick as he's known to be, he withdraws his fingers, flings Chuuya over his shoulder–enduring the pounding fists and demands to be put down–and stomps to the bedroom where his senses go into overdrive.

 

Talking will get them nowhere, not with how they're seconds away from attacking each other like the animals they were cursed to be.

 

Throwing the door open to a hard bang on the wall he pauses in his entering to take it all in: messy, just like what he wanted to see on his first sneak in all those weeks ago. His face peaches, body overheating with no cooling off option, mind is foggy yet only one thing floats;

 

Mate.

 

Scratches on his back with pained gasps have the alpha tumbling to the omega's nest. Unspoken permission to enter is fully given in the form of the omega ripping open his blazer, snarling and hissing when Hatsuyo’s floral scent mocks his nostrils, fueling his mind on scenarios he has yet to know. Chuuya slurs openly on the brunette’s chest, the heat becoming more and more painful with each paw swipe he does. Each slur and bite, a different kind of knife stab sinking deeper into the alpha’s soul,

 

“How dare you come back in my presence?”

 

“You bastard! Should've left me alone since that museum night.”

 

“I knew I shouldn't have given you any thought!”

 

“I wish I could hate you…and move on.”

 

“It hurts how much I missed you..you idiot”

 

That last one breaks Dazai's restraints. Growling so intensely, he shoves off the remaining clothing along with his bandages and throws it out of the room. Hearing the omega getting up from the mattress, Dazai returns to shove the man back onto his nest and hovers. 

 

His rut is shies away from taking over but he's damned if he's not going to try to be on alert for this man. Dazai's hurt him so much already, this isn't going to be another pin to the board. It should have been considered a mistake to have come here, should've suffered on the street, or been taken to a rut facility as punishment for his wrongdoings.

 

Yes, that's what he deserves.

 

What he needs to repent for this fucking problem.

 

But when clammy hands hold gently onto his face looking at him with glassy blue, desperately begging him to stay and not leave him again?

 

His black heart can only take so much to regain its color.

 

His soul can only take so much to part from its other half.

 

Chuuya's calling out to him, how much longer is Dazai going to let him kill his voice?

 

They reunite again, moaning at the feeling of connection and relief running through their systems. Kiss after kiss, remaining clothes desperately shoved off, hands free to roam missed skin–they can both sob.

 

“Samu…I–”

 

“Shh, I know.” Lips move to a collared neck, nibbles gaining a high whine “Leave it to me, partner.”

 

Arms tighten on his feverish neck, the heat of shaky sobs rings in his ears, Dazai for once said the right thing. Although, his mind hasn't crashed to register what was said out of rosy lips.

 

Rising abruptly again that had his mate demanding his attention back on his body, his mouth is agape when he stutters out, pinning his mate down.

 

“W-what did you say?” 

 

Chuuya’s flushed to the max Dazai thinks he won’t get an answer but he’s dragged lower once more with surprising strength and whispered,

 

“Samu, don’t keep me waiting any longer. Fill me up with your fat knot already, my mate.”

 

Dazai blacks out right after. 

Notes:

My soul can rest. NOW we'll be going to singular, today was just special.

I do want to clarify: I came to omegaverse blind, I'll be leaving more or less the same. At this point I'm just enjoying in writing the scene to worry in interpretating heats/ruts.

Thank you all for reading! ♡

Chapter 28: XXVIII

Summary:

He’s greedy, Dazai’s always known it.

Notes:

I've been juggling in-between fics, newer fics that have no set date to come, art and life that I'm genuinely impressed with myself. Not only that but I'm still kicking my feet in joy from obtaining my first 1K art piece on Twitter 😭 yall I CRIED, anything is possible. Million thank yous!

Enough rambling, please enjoy this chapter! 🙏

He’s greedy, Dazai’s always known it.

 

Wears it like a badge of honor wherever he goes or who he decides to be for the day. Few had seen it but no one dares to comment how strongly he demonstrates it.

 

It's one of his features, next to the hundred masks he wears. But compared to those, his greed is brutally honest.

 

As an alpha, greed comes in forms of showing superior to those who think they can force submission on him or close ones. Enjoys the stumbles, the feeble apologies, the thrill of never letting anyone take advantage again. Drives on it on his lowest days.

 

As the phantom thief, greed comes in the form of collecting the glorious gems and diamonds his eyes have ever set on from an old life he once belonged to. Snatching them before another lays hand on it, the achievement of stealing of high value from the very same people who stole more from him pumps the brunette’s chest in pride. The elites are wimps, crybabies over replaceable items. It humors him.

 

But as a man, it's stronger and darker than his previous accomplishments on his prideful wall. 

 

It's the greed of being the only one ruining a prestigious person who he can never throw off course. This little thing, wild and unpredictable, has irritated and pissed Dazai off in ways he never thought possible. Forced his attention on him, forced emotions he never wanted to interact with, forced a light he never knew he needed–a distant dream. 

 

“Breathtaking.” He whispers into heated flesh, nails dig deeper on his back. “A million dollar painting or diamond cannot compare to you, my dear….”

 

Forced a desperation to not lose.

 

Greedily drinking in his omega's reactions, the leftover bandages on his neck feel tighter: from his high pitched moans, to his rising hypnotic pheromones, to how he doesn't need to say anything for Chuuya to position.

 

Celestial forces above and below, Dazai can't let Chuuya go. Won’t ever dare.

 

His hips jackrabbit, skin slapping loudly in the room with a dirty squelch, the bed is standing strong with their lust. Chuuya trashes underneath, nails never declawing, committed to add more designs to his frame as he's fucked into another knot. Not that Dazai minds, he wants to be marked by Chuuya, to remember what he’s fighting for.

 

The redhead's far gone, the heat came to Chuuya at full force now that he's spending it with an alpha, the familiar greed snakes all over the prideful brunette. Incoherent to Dazai and the world around but his omega is ever present. It showed itself during their hazy penetration with a whine, gestures of submission but also hints of dominance captivated the alpha to prove his worth and forgiveness. More so now with how its playfulness officially triggered his rut.

 

It brings a small chuckle that gets lost in the purring mewls and bed creaks. Chuuya's omega really is a cute, demanding creature. 

 

“Adorable, didn't know you had a side like this detective.” He mouths at a bitten shoulder blade, groaning breathlessly from his cock being squeezed–a delight. Back is aching again but it doesn't stop his rhythmic thrusts. Harder and borderline animalistic, almost drilling the poor redhead to the bed (they both love it) forcing his swelling knot to once again tie them down.

 

Dazai missed the connection. It has been so long.

 

Gibberish cries bounce the four walls, Dazai can sense Chuuya coming back to him soon. He learned (after coming down from his foggy high) fingering and eating the smaller out weren't enough to bring him to clarity but a knot of two might suffice.

 

And with how desperate the omega is meeting his thrusts and scratching again, Dazai can see the tumble coming. It's hot, the redhead is so beautiful, Dazai is deeply enamored with him. It should be enough to claim him right there. 

 

But with how rocky things are between them, that'll only lead to heartache and mistrust. No one likes their bonded mate to be parading with someone else or pretending they don't know each other to their peers.

 

Flashbacks to their past withdrawal is a no no.

 

A choked gasp pulls the brunette out of his troubles, returning his attention to the flushed face underneath him. Hints of clarity are showing and as much as Dazai enjoyed playing and pleasuring the omega, he wants his Chuuya back. Their cycles are far from over but a little break doesn't hurt.

 

And he's thirsty as hell.

 

“Alright, pretty little thing, you've been a pleasure to fuck.” He teasingly slows down then picks up the speed, omega mewling and clawing from the onslaught, cervix abused to its limit “Care to let me fill you up and rest? I promise to give you as many knots as you need when we recover.”

 

Panting in a wild frenzy than he's ever been seen, Chuuya shrieks, convulses in a way his juices squirt out of him. What a never ending sight, it has Dazai gripping his hips one final time before he too comes messily, plunging his fat knot in the tightness to connect them once more.

 

“Samu!”

 

He gasps “Y–yeah, got it Chibi” eyelids flutter as hips chase the ongoing pleasure, refusing to let any of his seed drop or gush out. “Take it.”

 

“Fuck! Just like that..”

 

Last words for both. In a flash, knot is fully in place, Dazai slumps on a squawking omega, room bathed in temporary bliss. Chuuya trembles in his hold as he adjusts them to a proper position, still warm and reeking of sweat but none of that matters to Dazai. 

 

What matters is the feeling of having his mate back in his arms with his fingers curling and playing in long strands of fiery hair and–

 

“Oi, don't think because we're in the middle of our cycles I won't punch or chase you for answers, dickwad. We still have a lot to talk about.”

 

Ah, his mate has such a way with words!

 

They're as serious as his lower body is in staying still and certainty not failing in their discreetness to hump more on his cum plug.

 

So adorable.

 

“Try to say that again when you don't have a knot tempting you to bounce on. It's kinda difficult to take you seriously with how ravishing you look right now.”

 

Chuuya lifts his head and cat blinks, Dazai can see the little loading dots on his forehead “Can you be any more perverse?”

 

“I could” he chirps “Been practicing on my best lines during my time away! What do you think?"

 

The redhead turns away with a “tsk”, mumbling something under his breath that his ears couldn't quite catch. Dazai isn't having it. A finger slowly turns his head back to him, blue eyes may look cold and guarded but they're really preparing for another excuse to be done. 

 

Dazai has no energy to do such a thing.

 

“I didn't mean for things to go the way it did.” He confesses softly. “But I had to do something.”

 

“We're really doing this in this state?”

 

“Why not?” The alpha shrugs “We're gonna be here until my knot goes down and with how hot you're radiating, it's only a matter of minutes you'll be in pain again.”

 

He has a point though Chuuya asks “And what about you? 

 

“Unlike you, my sweet pumpkin.” a weirded expression fills Chuuya's face but Dazai does his best to not bombard him either more names for his amusement “My ruts aren't bothersome that need me to fuck anything that walks. I can hold back.”

 

Chuuya raises a brow, nothing believing him for a second and rolls his hips on the steadily fat knot inciting a gasp and husky moan from the alpha. “Sound so bold when this begs to differ.” He rises next and just like Dazai predicted, he begins to shallowly bounce “And with how much you resembled a horndog on our alley rendezvous, you won't be able to resist for long.”

 

Dazai's face flushed and gripped the omega's hips to not trigger another round but it was hard. No pun intended.

 

“The tiny pot calling the kettle black?” a twist to his nipples has the brunette bucking in mutual whimpers. “Distractions are foul, my sluggish dear. Thought you were going to hear me out?”

 

“Idiot, you think I'm trying not to?” he groans. Licking his lips he grimaced “I'm thirsty and getting hungry.”

 

A growl underneath his palms has Chuuya looking down in surprised, Dazai, with a distinct shade of pink in his face, admits,

 

“I may have skipped dinner and went straight to bed for the night but look at that! Great minds think alike!” He lifts to a sitting position, cradling a squealing Chuuya who purrs at the deepening length in him. Dazai senses him hiding on the crook of his now bandageless neck, nibbling every now and then on his exposed glands to produce more of his aromantic scent as he walks them out to the hallway. Trying to be coherent would have been physically impossible but Dazai is well versed in the art of attention diversion.

 

“Though I think yours needs a bit of repair to reach my level but at your size, I think it's not capable of going that far.”

 

Nibbles turned into a bite, Dazai's laughing through the pain and croons at Chuuya's scolding glare.

 

“Sweet comments aren't the only thing that improved on your time away I see. Did you upgrade to a bigger imbecile?”

 

A snicker “Would neither confirm nor deny.” He puts their foreheads together and softly says "Don't you wanna investigate on your own?”

 

May I come back into your life and show you right?

 

His eyes dart all over his face, Dazai lets him seek whatever he needs before they soften on his scar. Chuuya's finger comes up, soft as a feather it brushes. 

 

“I’m used to taking more than one maddening case and winning in all of them.” Blue flashes to him and shifts to cheek pinching “You're still questioning my skills?”

 

Would you genuinely let me see you now?

 

A small genuine smile comes to meet a shy one, both meeting in the middle for their lips as answers.

 

Find me, detective.

 

Making out naked in the hallway would've been a great way to trigger their next round had the rumble their stomachs not made them separate in fits of laughter.

 

“That was you! Way to ruin the mood, Chibi!”

 

“Fuck off, you ass. Yours was louder!”

 

Giggles and snorts follow them where Dazai shifts to the kitchen to get anything to occupy their stomachs before the next strikes of pain come crawling up and interrupt their talk. His knot had long deflated during their smooching but signs of their mixed substances dripping down the omega's thighs had him licking his lips, almost folded to his knees in hopes to not waste any drops where Chuuya is perched on the counter.

 

“Don't even think about it.” Chuuya says, shoving him away with his foot “We need actual food. Ain't no way I'm going to let you eat while I'm starving over here.”

 

Dazai’s quiet, pensive quiet, the ‘I'm thinking what could work’ quiet. Sorta like he's analyzing but Chuuya should've known not to expect a serious answer when the idiot blurts, “69?”

 

The omega deadpans, leans in as if talking to a small child and carefully drags one word: “Food.”

 

They maintain eye contact to see who breaks first, looking like a pair of dumbasses with the lack of clothing in a not so pristine kitchen the longer they stall. 

 

It's broken when Dazai dramatically groans with a whiny “Fine.” finger swiping quickly at a creamy drop before cheekily walking to the kitchen cabinets. The alpha is lucky Chuuya found that hot and didn't have a random spoon to throw at his massive bedhead. From where he sits as Dazai searches for the emergency snacks, his omega sighs in adoration on how right the alpha looks in his kitchen. In his home.

 

With him.

 

The redhead rolled his eyes fondly, knowing it wouldn't have taken long for it to forgive the other. Chuuya would have too but that’ll be too easy and bad behavior should not be easy to forgive. Dazai may have his reasons, ones he somewhat can understand and is mentally bracing to hear, but in the way it was done was not fair. Not to him, not to his omega and certainly not to his heart.

 

He doesn't want to forgive Dazai because they are mates or because his omega urges him to. He wants to forgive Dazai when he’s sure the man won't pull the same stunt angain and treat him as an equal, a real partner.

 

A gag breaks him out of his thoughts when Dazai pulls out a box of his favorite granola bars and shows it with a disgusted face. 

 

‘So dramatic for the unnecessary things’ he muses

 

“Please tell me this is not what you eat during your heats?” he says, turning the box in his hands, shifting his eyes in the cabinet where his hands pull more boxes out in a clumsy hurry. They flicker back to him in hopes of a good answer but under the omegas unwavering gaze he moans out, “You have shit taste.”

 

Chuuya is quick to respond with a once over aimed at him, “You might be right on that.”

 

A gasped “HEY!” has the omega laughing, signaling to Dazai to hand over the boxes. He comes along with a few other pastries he had stored and water bottles. They snack in silence with Dazai occasionally rubbing on his mate’s hips when he sees Chuuya shifting in discomfort.

 

“Is it coming?” he murmurs softly.

 

Chuuya can only nod, a pinkish glow starts to fill his cheeks and sweat is accumulating but he’s still present.

 

“It's there but that’s not important right now.” he points a bar to his chest “What's important is thinking of a proper explanation for your disappearing act that no doubt will be on the news right now.”

 

The alpha preens proudly “Already thought ahead. I owe someone a visit anyways. Their appearance will buy us more time.”

 

“Oh?” Chuuya asks with a suspicious glower.

 

Dazai snickers and presses a kiss to pouty lips "You're adorable when you're jealous but rest assured he’s not my type.” he shudders “Never will be.”

 

“He?” the omega presses

 

Dazai nods with a tense grin “Mori wouldn't mind lending a helping hand.”

 

“My boss!?” Chuuya exclaims. “How?”

 

Dazai nods, fingers descending to running wetness when a ripening scent fills the room again. Legs are unconsciously spread to make room for more friction, breath rising at the touches. It has the brunette dizzy from the salivating smell but forces a brief “He knows a thing or two about how to tame one’s cycles and while it's not really ideal, we don't have much time on our hands.”

 

Chuuya would've spared an answer but those fingers are starting to get a bit distracting to offer. He should've focused harder on this new information dropped on him but the tickling sensation and a girth semi erection in his sight has him gripping the counter. However, the redhead can see where the brunette is heading with this; his boss is a known family friend to the Tsushimas and a previous doctor too. If he were the one to 'return’ the heir back to that toxic household and rut free, then they would still be in the clear of the alpha spending the nights with an omega in heat and buying them time to think of a plan. It’ll cause a minor stir where Chuuya worries for the alpha’s well being but they can't really go to anyone else without their presence drawing unneeded attention, so Mori is their last choice.

 

He’ll take it for now and will do his best to do his part. Enough stalling.

 

But for now….

 

The omega’s hands go under his thighs to lift his knees towards his chest, offering a better opening “It does last a week and we don't have time for a full week, remember?

 

“Then let's get busy.” fingers drift to their destination “Where do you want me to start?”

 

“From that night to now before I demand to be fucked again.” he mewls as his fingers curl. Nails digging into tender bruises jolts rushes of ecstasy in his veins.

 

“Or with how much you’re dripping down my arm, I fuck you, get you nice and full and—”

 

He chokes on the oatmeal granola bar that gets shoved rather rudely to his mouth, gagging in exaggeration for its “awful and healthy” taste. 

 

“Speak.” the omega barks at him.

 

Dazai is no dog to be taking commands like that, he’ll remind Chuuya where his place lies.

 

Responsibilities can wait, his fingering quickens as punishment, hurling Chuuya to orgasm and accidently (obviously not) start their next round. They couldn't make it to the nest for brief resting but they somehow managed to stumble towards the sofa. The redhead's downstair neighbors are hitting their ceiling again from the sofa’s constant movements but it does little to stop their harsh pounding and uncensored noises. Knotted in place once more, Dazai pours everything with open hands, no secrets are left between them anymore, replaced by new strategies to try.

 

And with how Chuuya reaches to place a soft kiss on his cheek and content purrs from the scalp scratches, the other half that was weighing Dazai down is crumbling away.  

 

“We’ll make it out of this shit.” Chuuya nods in determination “Your old cell is in need of a person in there, so I’ll settle with Tsushima.” Blue eyes peek from underneath curly strands and playfully warns “You are to not interrupt my dream or you’ll end up being his roommate. Don't care if we're mates.”

 

A low chuckle vibrates the redhead where he lays before he’s engulfed in an affectionate nuzzle session. “Dont let me ruin your parade but I would rather you not put me in the same space as him.” the alpha purrs at him.

 

“I demand my own cell, thank you very much.”

 

Forgiveness is going to be a long road but at least it's not gripping Dazai to suffocate anymore.

Notes:

Next two chapters is gonna be pure skk sweetness to recover from the angst because they and you all deserve it, my sweet beloveds.

Thank you so much for reading! 💜🤗

Chapter 29: XXIX

Summary:

"Chibi."

Notes:

Weekend upload because life is finally blessing me with sweet achievements ✨️ and rain. Love rainy weather!

Have more cavities, enjoy! 🫶🏼

“Chibi.”

 

He buries his face deeper on his pillow, walking on the brinks of consciousness and dreamland is not something he wants to deal with, so he does what any sane person in his place would do: ignore his surroundings and lets sleep guide him where he resided.

 

Though it seems the specter isn't pleased with his decision when a shake to his shoulder grows frantic. It has a small growl rumbling from his chest, changing into a mewl when nibbles on his swollen glands rouse him awake.

 

This man, he swears…

 

“Chibi, you awake now?”

 

Chuuya groans, shifting to the cooler side of the bed to escape. His frown demonstrates his incredulity at the wide awake man, harder when Dazai preens at his reaction. If the man had a tail, it would've been thumping the sheets very proudly.

 

“Seriously?” he paws away the leaning face “How are you not tired?”

 

“Got something in my mind that's not letting me sleep.”

 

“Ok?....And what does that have to do with waking me up at…” he turns to the clock before sighing low, deep, and calculated. Facing the brunette “You must really enjoy looking for ways to die huh?”

 

It's 3:15 am, they've barely got some rest after another steamy round. Last time he checked before he blacked out was 2:30. He's sore and happy, sure, but he demands SLEEP.

 

And this grinning idiot of a mate better have a good story or those handcuffs will be left tight the next time his heat is unbearable. 

 

‘No, it won't do me any good.’ he frowns at the wide knowing grinning face ‘He’ll just slip out of them.”

 

“This better have a good reason or you're sleeping on the couch.” He warns.

 

Dazai's hand dives under the blanket to take a hold of his, thumb circling gently on where an old scar lies–stupid incident that happened when he was a kid; got into a fight with an older boy that cheated his victory with a random pencil. Beating him with every fiber his body had boiled in with the pencil sticking out was something the teachers weren't expecting but anything to mask the pain.

 

“I've been doing a lot of thinking and know there's no better moment than this.” he starts, shrugging off the covers and pulling the protesting omega with him. “I…haven’t treated you fair.”

 

“Understatement of the year.” the redhead blurts, unapologetically. If the brunette is sharing his truths then he would too. The alpha huffs but doesn't deny the accusations, they’re doing things right.

 

“Didn’t need commentary from the tiny peanut committee but moving on,” he grabs an arm before Chuuya scurries back under the covers and pulls the redhead fully off the bed. They stumble but it's alright, expected. There's no hurry to dress, what he's planning isn't going to make them leave the apartment but he does give Chuuya his gray shirt from prior with the brunette putting his pants on. “I wanna do things right.”

 

Confused, Chuuya lets the man pull him out of the room, taking in consideration the shakiness his legs bring slow steps. He's curious and sleepy but no way is he gonna stop the brunette’s sudden excitement and jitterness. What is going on?

 

“And this couldn't wait in the morning because….?”

 

“It didn't feel right.” he simply states, looking over his shoulder with a small sparkle "After all, we did meet at a night almost similar to this one.”

 

They walk to the living room and Chuuya stops at the hallway frame for a moment to let his eyes take it all in.

 

His sofas are spaced farther than they usually are giving his living room a wide breach. Cushions are placed on either side of his covered coffee table, lavender scented candles lit in their soft lighting. The smell of take out coming from the paper bags and the small bouquet of camellias has him turning to the man waiting at the side, attentive to his reaction.

 

“What’s this?” A whisper is better to do than accidentally breaking the illusion.

 

“Treating you right,” another repeated simple statement, guiding his beloved by the hand to sit near the balcony with slight tremors. It doesn't go unnoticed, same with his scent betraying his inner dilemmas but the facade of calm and collected is strong too. “Why not start my road of winning you back with this?”

 

Chuuya hums but lets a half smile pull at his lips, out of nowhere shyness taking place. “During our cycles and half naked?” eyes flashing up as the smell of his favorite diner’s signature dish invades his nostrils, how did he…? Blue eyes rise, questioning but genuinely taken aback “When the hell did you have time to do all this? You were practically glued on my ass for me not to notice pulling side missions like these.”

 

“Chibi, chibi, chibi “ he tuts, playfully scolding. “Didn't I tell you? A trickster never reveals his secrets, especially in the presence of a lovely belladona.”

 

“You're lucky I'm starving and sore or you would've been chased out for that.” he counters.

 

They both know there's no threat behind it, joking together is easier than admitting how this surprise made Chuuya emotional. He can blame it on the heat hormones, it's believable to the outside perspective yet taking a bite at his warm fried rice–his first real meal after snacking on granola bars and energy drinks–with the man he was praying to see one last time, it soothes his pain a little.

 

Mentally and emotionally.

 

They eat, occasionally making small talk and jokes at one another(feels like they're getting to know each other all over again), plate portions get less and less with how they share (steal) from each other. 

 

“Stop eating my chicken, jerk!” He lifts his plate far away from snapping chopsticks, dangerously tipping it all to the floor but his balance remains firm against danger.  

 

“But I have no crab left and you ate all my carrots” he complains, crowding the omega to the carpet "Don't be selfish and spare some to the hungry.” 

 

“I am the hungry.” His palm covers over a kicked puppy expression, stopping the whiny demands from shooting out. “1. You weren't going to eat those carrots, you were shoving them to the side and 2” his fingers spread for his eyes to connect fake watery ones “You inhaled those crabs so fast, I wasn't able to do a full blink. Got no one but yourself to blame." He raises his chin for no further arguments "My chicken won't suffer the same amionisty.”

 

Childish loud complaints of unfair naked chibikos and other stupidity sprouted from the man, the only salvation Chuuya had to stop a pending headache and rapid ‘cute thoughts’ was to shove a chicken strip into that wide mouth. Looking like a proud chipmunk did nothing to stop the omega's peck attacks or mourn the biggest piece sacrificed.

 

More halfteases and laughter, their plates now empty. Stomachs are full, body’s heavy but the warmth of his chest is expanding to fuller heights. Regardless of their little dinner being unexpected but genuinely welcomed, the brunette nonchalantly confessed to paying for it. 

 

Not in Shuuji’s name for obvious reasons but Osamus.

 

The gesture alone settles some of the fear at ease.

 

---

 

Sitting across now is them meeting in the middle, side by side like magnets that are too strong to be kept away from one another. Chuuya’s balcony provides them a breathtaking dawn, cramps mild but the belly rubs soothe his muscles, small chit chats occupy his sleepy mind. It's nearing 4am and his eyes are closing again but the energy at his side has yet to die out.

 

“Chibi?” is whispered in his hair.

 

Yawning, Chuuya pats on the stilled hand “Still here. Can’t sleep with you wide awake. Feel like you'll draw on my face or do things to my body if I don't keep an eye on you.”

 

“How paranoid.” he snickers, nuzzling on bouncing curls “Did that happen to you before or me being the incredible person that I am is easier to accuse so harshly?”

 

Eyes flown open, the redhead pales “Shit, did I somehow give you ideas?”

 

The mischievous smile he's responded with has him groaning, pushing away from the cocoon to pout. “Don’t you dare follow through with that plan.” He warns.

 

“No promises.” Dazai’s sing along has his hand gripping the cushion underneath, orchestrating the right strength to knock the man out until the next heat wave. His space is crowded again, pupils shrinking from the proximity but soften at the man’s next words.

 

“Can I have a proper dance with you?”

 

In the way he asked, it wasn't in his usual confident and jokester timber but a more mellow and shy intake of it. His brown eyes are darting everywhere but his mate’s face, the hand that is grasping his chin is trembling with returning nerves, air around him mimics that of a preadolescent kid asking their longtime crush out on a date after numerous doubts. For the first time since they've known each other, clear as daylight, Dazai is nervous.

 

For a negative or ridiculed response? The redhead isn't sure, but he can take a wild guess where his mind took the man:

 

Dazai’s genuinely nervous of Chuuya’s rejection, overthinking the answer without hearing from the source.

 

It makes you question how on earth can that be possible when the brunette carries a flare of confidence and no recognition of shame for actions that could have sentenced him years in a vacant cell, inappropriate innuendos weren't held back when they orbited during rooftop rendezvous. All so hardened around him in pristine nephrite, Chuuya’s scolding barely chips any of it.

 

However, Chuuya can't say the sight isn't endearing and heartbreaking, because nephrite may be tough and beautiful to marvel at but still possible to crack and lose its shine. Same things can be said about masks: attractive to have on but tend to break over time with the right person or, in this case, an unsafe state of mind.

 

Sacrificing your sanity for your friends and lover’s safety is something not many would have expected coming from this alpha but it's worth remembering why it's never good to judge a book by its cover. The brunette had been all over the place: being a ghost, entertaining nutjobs, malnourishing at a rapid pace with no real breaks in between takes, all in the mentality of keeping everyone safe. Coming here had all that bravado exploding, starving for a normalcy he desperately misses.

 

A life he made on his own and was unfairly ripped away for selfish reasons.

 

Chuuya isn't a heartless asshole, the signs are screaming for him to understand when a cry for help is being made. Dazai could've asked or done anything for a chance to feel like he’s truly back: reuniting with his friends, planning a random heist for the thrill of the night, driving Chuuya to insanity with untamed flirts and caresses.

 

Not that he doesn't do it already but it's the tendency to do it slower and in the moment than rush, as if he’s running out of time.

 

If this small plea is enough to bring him back to a time where no worries were hanging above their heads, then it's enough for Chuuya to jump over the ledge with an outstretched hand meeting him halfway.

 

Time is limited, it's foolish to keep grasping on the hourglass’s sand and beg for the extension.

 

A sigh has the omega coming back from his mind, the brunette's face is ducked, murmuring along the lines of “a mistake” tightens his heart. 

 

So easy to feel discouraged when crickets are the audience.

 

“Kidding! As if I wanna be stepped on by a sleepy gremlin.” The laugh he forces out is flat in their ears, avoidant to the eyes following his frantic organizing of their empty containers to throw out. “Or would I be dragging you?” shoulders drop with heavy lament “That would be an unpleasant–”

 

A hand softly claps over his bare lukewarm bicep, following it with his gaze where it slides to his fist. It coaxes all his fingers to relax and let go of the trays to intertwine with softer warmer skin. Dazai’s throat bobs, spit almost going the wrong way but manages to fully swallow when he’s pulled up. Their eyes shyly connect, nothing is exchanged between them for their limbs to wrap around each other, unspoken of their need of closeness. The alpha can't help but hunch over and rest his head on the redhead’s shoulder, bare arms tightening on a petite clothed body as small hands bury and pet his hair.

 

Your mind can be a dark place to linger on any occasion but the instant relief you get when someone understands the unspoken hesitations is truly one of a kind.

 

“You’re an idiot if you think I was going to deny you something harmless like a dance, shitty mackerel." he whispers in a tender haze, voice booming loud to the brunette’s ears but a blanket to his raging contemplation. “Have you asked me to wear a skimpy outfit, everything you say will be going on deaf ears.”

 

A wet chortle is muffled on his shoulder “Not even as a possible fantasy I wished to see you in?”

 

“That ….would've been disturbing.” a puff of laughter warms the alpha ears, a fleeting kiss burns him more “Then again, not surprising coming from you.”

 

A happy giggle tickles the omega’s neck, the small space they provide is to share a chaste kiss, There’s soft music playing outside, source unknown but not weird to hear. Yokohama after hours are known to bring unforgettable memories. All personas they wore all their lives–the notorious thief and honorary detective, the rare fated alpha and omega pair and solemn rich heir and prideful middle class law enforcer—are temporarily put away in a dim bin.

 

Simply Osamu and Chuuya–two souls that found their way through the harshness of life and found solace in one another.

Notes:

Chapter 30 will be uploaded tomorrow👏

Thank you all so much for reading!! 💜

Chapter 30: XXX

Summary:

Who moves first will be left unanswered

Notes:

As promised, couldn't keep this chapter apart from yesterday's upload no matter what I tried.

Enjoy!

Who moves first will be left unanswered, bodies may have been tired from earlier activities but this, them, in their bubble away from the madness blesses them with innocent energy.

 

Swaying to the omega’s soft humming, right step begins, left step follows then a twirl, both glide around the small living room with a syncing grace that sparks than deters their attraction to higher bounds. Footsteps are silent but passionate in their waltz, not once intentionally stepping on toes or tripping over the furniture in their way, pure elegance.

 

Sway, 

 

Twirl, 

 

Laughter, 

 

Repeat, 

 

A happiness that can't be explained consumes both 27 year olds, hand in hand with a love so deep and genuine. They know, engraved in their souls, being side by side against all odds and discrimination, won’t have them second guessing where they stand in their lives.  

 

Dipping the redhead where the moon's last glows shine perfectly in his eyes, skin fair and innocent burns his fingertips, the words he wanted so badly to say at a proper setting leaves his lips in quiet confession,

 

“I love you, unfathomably so.” brown moist eyes soften at the shocked blue dawn, unable to stop the blush that kisses the apples of his cheeks, the zipper on his thoughts now broken to pieces with no future fix. “Ever since the first chase, I knew it was going to be impossible to stay away.” he thumbs where tears threaten to fall in light strawberry strands “Hate how you ruined me for anyone else, Chuuya, but…life had been meaningless so guess your meddling had been worth it in stopping my next attempt.”

 

Those ocean eyes are glassier than ever under his confession, hands reaching up to pull himself right up to share his own confession at the crook of the alpha’s neck “Shitty fucking bastard,” a croak is out paired with a lighter dose of candy “How dare you take the words I’ve been saving to say to you for a while now?!”

 

Hugging him tighter, a sob breaks out of the alpha, pheromones lighter and stronger with hints of playfulness, concrete on his shoulders dusting away in tiny spectacles “You mean…you’ve also been planning to die?! OH CHUUYA—”

 

“None of that!” he playfully scolds back, poking the crooning man’s cheek “You know what, I take back what I said. Go die in a ditch.”

 

Bickers and jabs are done lightheartedly but Dazai is sure to have his heart stop beating more than once when Chuuya whispers “I love you, Osamu” on his lips, his ears, his glands and more importantly where his heart lies. 

 

“So cruel, Detective Chibi.” he smothers the redhead with wet kisses, from his head, freckled cheeks, scent glands perfume his bliss to finally pecking simultaneously his pink lips.

 

“Hush, shitty thief, you made your crime now stick with the punishment." equally peppering the man in the same endearment.

 

Purrs and croons remain with them as the dawn changes, dropping to their knees to fall back in each other’s embrace and drown in the intoxicating essence of their joy. 

 

He’s mine. Genuinely, fearlessly, unmistakably, mine.’

 

Recovery is a long temporary road but the confession is forever. Sweeter knowing it's coming from them personally and not under the influence of anything else.

 

---

 

4:30 am, cramps are warning of an upcoming wave but showered in apple cinnamon and sandalwood eases his omega from jumping at the alpha right there in the openness of the balcony in pure eagerness.

 

Exciting, but after what happened last time, it's going to take more than time to recover from that incident.

 

Breaking the silence to point upwards, Dazai hums above him. “Hey, if you squint just a little, you can see the gemini constellation right up north.” 

 

True to his words, the star gives its last twinkles as the sky begins to light. It's mesmerizing to be awake in order to see more of the night's best features, but what tugs at the omega is the excitement the brunette demonstrates by sharing a fun fact.

 

Is he secretly a nerd to the solar system? That’s cute to digest.

 

“Color me impressed, mackerel.” Chuuya praises “Who would've thought you were capable of pinpointing or having any knowledge regarding the stars.”

 

The thief sighs, hugging the shorter closer to him “I feel genuinely insulted by that.” Chuuya wiggles in his hold but pays no attention to his struggle. “I'll have you know, it's not that hard to understand astrology. Any idiot can connect the lines and have the bare knowledge to know what they represent. Basic as it seems–” he gasps, hunches over with a yelping omega with him and points again “Did you see that? A meteorite just passed! Didn't know they come around this time too…wow.”

 

The nonchalance then bursts of childish exclamations hints at Chuuya's earlier theory, innerly gushing how adorable the brunette can get if he gives him the right push.

 

Giving up on the death trap his mate trapped him in, Chuuya points at a fading constellation and questions “Ok then, what's that one?”

 

“Hmm, the fading moon?” he snickers at where his finger is not pointed at but the omega sees no harm in being playful.

 

“What no, you dork,” huff, waving exaggeratedly “Right next to the moon.”

 

His hand covers Chuuya’s and guides it like a teacher would on a whiteboard, voice with calm patience coating the jitters “Polaris. next is the Big Dipper, Taurus, Great Nebula is hidden right there, same with Crab Nebula above it, Leo, Piscis, Daytime Sextandis–

 

“Now you're bullshitting.” the redhead deadpans with a small choke. Chuuya knows some that were listed off but that name can't be real?

 

“I can see why you think so but on all the diamonds I've stolen, I'm telling you the truth” he responds with a small laugh, clearing his throat “Anyway, back to class ... .Ah! It's still there!”

 

“Which one” his eyes dart from where the sky is rapidly clearing for the new day to come.

 

“A perfect constellation I dedicated to you and only you.” He’s gently embraced from behind, unable to witness the smothering grin radiating at his expense. Guiding back to the tiny fade he whispers in his ear "You're perfect match, Canis Minor.”

 

The screaming and laughter that fills the normally quiet neighborhood has many residents peeking through the windows but neither is capable of claiming who is the culprit.

 

---

 

 5:06 am

 

“What's your take on alternative universes?” Chuuya ponders where he lies on Dazai's chest. 

 

“Not the kind of pillow talk I was expecting to be in but you are unexpected, slug.” The alpha chortles, laying back on the unsavable rug. Its services did wonderfully until its disastrous end. 

 

We shall send enough prayers for it to reach carpet heaven.

 

Cramping unable to be avoided or heated advances from the alpha’s touch, they don't make it in time to the bedroom or any of the nearby sofas. Kisses turned into needy whines and begs, heavy fingering and dirty handjobs shifted in intense rawdogging (Chuuya would have to lay low for irrationally forgetting in leaving the balcony door open but his mate had been a distracting sweet talker), the pair is left with new perspectives on their hazy minds. The carpet’s last specs of life will have them sporting matching rug burns as its last parting gift but sleeping to the rising sun isn't bad.

 

Or that would've been the next step if the redhead hadn't suddenly gained a thirst for the secrets of the universe. Not a rabbit hole Dazai’s unfamiliar with but who is he not to debate with a new opponent?

 

“Well?”

 

Dazai runs his fingers through sweaty and tangled strands, his chibi is in need of a shower when he’s more lively. So does he after a brief whiff. Eww. “There’s nothing to overthink or fry your brain with. There’s a lot of possibilities and different endings for everyone.”

 

“You’re saying we could be living different lives than the one we're currently at?” he questions.

 

“Seems like brainmeats haven't fully left you after being fucked to oblivion.” he jokes, skin prickling at a pinch “But to answer that, yeah that could be it. For example, our roles could have been reverse; you some sort of criminal and me a detective—

 

“Kinda hard to picture that to be honest.” a hand spanks his ass cheek for his tease “You know I'm right.”

 

Another slap accompanied by an eye roll “Or we could've been in the same organization but I would probably be the boss and make you my right hand man.” he ponders that thought “Not a bad thing to consider to be honest…”

 

“That's a worse outcome to picture!” Chuuya rises with a pinched face “Like hell I’ll be taking orders from someone like you. What if you're a bigger prick than what you are now?”

 

“I don't know, you seem to have done a good job for someone claiming to be independent. And your current boss is way worse than I am! You just haven't gotten the DLC.” The glare he gains has his insides bubbling but moves on, “Nevertheless, I don't think it would've turned out with a happy ending.”

 

“For us or for others?” His interest is piqued.

 

“Lets just say, my gut isn’t cheering, more like hinting of a faraway possibility coming to reality.” His expression is sober and Chuuya doesn't need to know what that faraway dream is. He’ll drive himself insane thinking of a possibility having come true when the chest he's leaning on is warm and beating.

 

No one likes to imagine, let alone come to terms with their significant other walking away with death.

 

“Next?” He pushes to brighter alternatives.

 

“Eveyone we know going to the same high school, another world where we’re all gods but corrupted versions of ourselves,” he caresses the omega back down to his chest “you could be a regular civilian while I be in some sort of syndicate ruling the nights and waiting for you to run away with me, be jingsheins together haunting random places, kitsune and oni spirits, ceo and assistant, next door neighbors, regular high school or college kids.” His voice gets lower as he slouches comfortably as one can on the ruined floor. “So many possibilities but we’ll be together in all of them.”

 

“Would we look the same?” the redhead slurs, fingers that were drawing shapes now slow down their traces, sleep is claiming him right there but is stubborn to remain awake to hear his answer.

 

“Guess so. I doubt I would ever say no to piercings and tattoos. Don't have them now but it can change.” Glancing fondly at sleepy eyes, his knot is nearing its end when he adjusts again “Match with me?” he utters in confessional prayer.

 

A big yawn lets him glimpse at tiny canines, adorable despite the messy appearance. Chuuya shares “As long as it isn't anything stupid…I guess I can be open to the idea.”

 

The birds are chirping, doors open and close as cars rumble to life, people are getting ready to start their day while they're ready to finally catch some z's.

 

Sleep kisses Dazai’s eyelids, ready to knock him out where he lays but fights it back when an insecure whisper pierces its veil.

 

“Back to what you said ... .think we're together together or at least aware of each other's intentions in these universes?” he yawns, snuggling deeper in his mate's embrace. “Couldn't be far-fetched to think so, I mean what are the chances we'll be partnered up with different people during those times.”

 

“It’ll be stupid and blasphemy to do so,” he yawns too, nuzzles in his hair but forces his remaining energy to help him carry the now sleeping man to his room. Covers all over the place but their lingering arousals aren't as strong, fully aired out from the slight open windowsill. Placing Chuuya on the bed, he undresses the remaining clothing on his frame and is ready to join dreamland but finding a spot should not be this difficult to accomplish.

 

It's like in that small separation, the redhead noticed Dazai wasn't in near reach so Chuuya unconsciously shuffled to the edge where the breeze hinted at his presence and stayed. Shoving him gently should've done the trick but warning growls weren't worth it. Nor were the kicks to his burning legs.

 

Fun fact for the day: once his mate is out, he’s out. Sleeping like a log with no intention of waking soon.

 

In the end he manages to wiggle to the availability of the right side of the bed, grumbling all sorts of things under his breath as limbs prevent to claim the spot.

 

Such a territorial slug.

 

“You're lucky I'm stuck with you and your horrible manners or else I would've kicked you off the bed for you to starfish all you want on the floor.” he scorns, frown deepening when a louder snore reverberates at his throat.

 

 What a rude way to answer!

 

Blackout curtains having been drawn all the way, he closes his eyes and lets the licks of sleep come back again, Faster than he had anticipated, the brunette fixes their positions again for their next round. Snores lure him deeper, body slumping like a rock at the bottom of the sea, the last thing he would remember is an unconscious kiss to his glands and a tightening to his abdomen. Words are breathed out in, uncertain if it'll ever be repeated or heard during waking moments, but a small smile on his redhead's face is something he missed.

 

“One way or another, I’ll make you mine in every universe.” he snuggles with a purr “Huge mistake whoever dares to interfere.”

 

The brunette’s fast asleep the second his head relaxes on the pillow, body fully going lax but his arms remain tight on his cuddle pillow. Snores are blown softly on messy strands, the redhead is once again walking in the brims of consciousness.

 

Minutes haven't passed, he knows by glancing at his phone but regardless of being beyond tired, one glance to that innocent face a few centimeters away from him, his heart speaks what it wanted to share in this secluded space.

 

“Right back at ya, mon cher.” He shuffles closer to press a feather-like kiss to his scar, the arms around his waist are tighter than ever. Sighing dreamily, he confesses “My heart belongs to you.”

 

Unable to help himself, the omega watches the man closely, a loving smile unable to be wiped off after he too succumbed to sleep’s blissful embrace.

 

The brunette's unconscious yet sincere smile, the redhead's heart burns similar to a funeral pyre to the winged insect.

 

All sorts of challenges that come after would be dealt with later, but for now?

 

They’ll bathe in the innocent embers of new beginnings, lay in mutual understanding of their love, and stand firmly side by side now that they're ready to tackle all kinds of danger standing in their way.

Notes:

Tiny fun fact, this chapter was written at the same time "Discoveries Happen Best at Night." was written:16 dead apple skk are adorable menaces +NerdZai is a cute little bean.

If you haven't read it, feel free to do so. No pressure ^.^
If you have, thank you for the support!

Thank you so much for reading!! 💜 See ya and take care!

Chapter 31: XXXI

Summary:

“Has anyone tried contacting the local rut centers?”

Notes:

Yeah wasn't planning to update until further notice but here we are lol
*A personal message at the end, wanna thank everyone for the continuous love and support 💙

In the meantime, enjoy!

“Has anyone tried contacting the local rut centers?” Mr. Oyama questions as his wife consoles their crying daughter. “Maybe someone saw his state and decided to aid him there for the time being.”

 

“Shuuji’s ruts are unpredictable but not untamed, Toichiro ” Generom said “He’s prescribed with the proper medicine to get them under control in cases like these but never had them spiraled to be sent to those facilities.”

 

Three days have passed and the missing groom has yet to appear. They families had to stop all the preparations for the wedding in order to search for him when the news reached Generom, to where he forced the official day to be pushed back to another week. No one was happy with the decision but no one also had the balls to say who was the cause of the disaster or if anyone had seen which direction the young heir went.

 

Or if he was spotted on the streets.

 

Generom is livid, cursing at the boy’s constant misdoings and annoyed at his daughter in law's constant whines, cries and bitching. The sooner those two get married and out of his life the faster he can take over the Oyama’s business and grow his empire in the medical field. The Tsushima family name will be the biggest one in all of Japan and no one will ever overtop it. 

 

Everything he worked for, all the obstacles he removed to get this far, no one should put a stop to his goal.

 

Yet his son, whether intentional or not, always manages to make a disaster in his plans. 

 

People had always said pups are a mated couple's biggest blessings but Shuuji has been anything but that. From when he was a child and spreading nonstop lies to where he pulled a years long tantrum by going missing until his sudden appearance but refusing to say where he had been, the older alpha had been close to sending him by force to a detention camp until he confessed. 

 

A real bad luck charm in his life.

 

Hiring that flamboyant detective wasn't something he agreed to go along with but after getting a whiff of familiar aroma on his person, he knew Shuuji had to be in contact or around. Why else would that omega treat him with no proper respect?

 

This game that he’s playing on everyone, is proof of his reasons. A never ending disenchantment.

 

His growl is low, unnoticed to the employees and guests in the room attending the migraine across from him. The second his son is found, there would be no more delays. His plan rolls like a film in his mind: The wedding would see light, both spouses would take on the medication he had prepared for them once they are away from all known resources and— 

 

The front door opening has Generom, The Oyamas and the rest of the staff looking with perplexed expressions. 

 

Who has just trespassed? Is no one guarding the front?

 

“I'm home!” Shuuji chirps as he walks in with Mori trailing behind. The staff is frozen in bewilderment, Hatsuyo cries out in relief, jumping from her spot on the couch and slams onto the brunette, leaving her parents to clumsily stare where they're at. The brunette awkwardly pats her on the back when she babbles nonsense on his chest, while throwing subtle glares to Mori who glances in amusement.

 

Generom strides towards them, glancing at his son in an unreadable expression that isn’t lost on the police chief but plasters their best fake relief smiles on to ease the atmosphere.

 

Showtime.

 

“Rintarou, It's a surprise to see you.” Generom states “was not expecting you to show up?”

 

In other words Dazai and Mori can hear the 'What is the meaning of this?’ to the brunette and ‘What are you doing here?’ to the ravenette.

 

“I'm sorry to interrupt such an important…reunion, but Shuuji here was cleared enough to come back home.” He informs “The boy wasn't in the best state where I stumbled upon him during my night walks but rest assured it wasn't from any alcohol consumption or other substances but from a possible medicine reaction. Had him reside at my personal clinic, away from the public.” a brow is raised to the other alpha in challenge “It shouldn't be a problem, yes?

 

“Not at all…Thank you..Rintarou.” If they had been alone, this conversation would have taken a different turn.

 

Shuuji then looks down in embarrassment and bows in front of them “I apologize for not saying anything about my whereabouts these past days, I didn't want to worry anyone but with how Hatsuyo is right now, it seems I miscalculated.” he shyly grabs her hand and presses a light kiss “I'm sorry my dear, I shouldn't have ran off or at least informed my whereabouts.”

 

The omega doesn't bother apologizing back, not that Dazai expected her to, she simply pulls him away with no indication or glances to the people present in the room. One last look to Mori who answers with his eyes, Dazai follows the omega out and leaves the other alpha with the sharks.

 

This is where their plan begins.

 

---

 

Chuuya, is safe to say, bored out of his fucking mind.

 

Waiting in the car with his music playing from the bluetooth port is not how he wanted to spend his time in.

 

“You can't go with us or they’ll be quick to put two and two together, darling.” Dazai had said where he played with his hair to ease the hissing omega. “Believe me, that would've been a show to enjoy but I don't think Mori wants to have the press up his ass for a scandal beyond your guy’s control”

 

“Its good to know that foul mouth of yours hasn't changed at all, boy.”

 

“All in good fun, old man.” he says unapologetic, grabbing nibble fingers to interlock on his lap. “But you know I'm right.”

 

“Still, I call bullshit.” Chuuya huffs “What am i supposed to do while you both go into that den? Keep watch or something?”

 

"I'm afraid to admit but he’s right, Chuuya.” Mori had said from the driver's seat looking at both from the rearview mirror “Lets not forget you both are currently on the stages of your cycles, those pills and the minimal scenting you both gave to one another can do so much to keep it tame. One wrong move and it'll be out of our control to take back the situation."

 

Taking it all with a clear mind, Chuuya knows that both men are right, hates how well thought it was. His presence would make them all clam up, Tsushima already has a massive dislike towards him for what the omega likes to joke is for fucking his son but if only he knew it wasn't even him who started the chase.

 

That’ll just lose the remaining hair on his head or send him to an early grave from all that scrooge he has.

 

And he can't promise he won't be throwing hands or his own stink eyes to that bitch of omega. When Dazai confessed that she was the reason for his sudden appearance at his apartment, he was torn in being livid at her trying to get his alpha to her bed or purring in victory for the alpha coming to him.

 

He did neither and just rode the alpha until the brunette was boneless and a little petrified underneath him.

 

God his expression is never leaving his mind no matter what he tries.

 

Should’ve fucked him in one last knot before they parted ways.

 

But in the way they parted, he couldn't really complain. He knew Dazai was (is) a jealous and possessive individual. Loves to remind the omega about it whenever a passing comment is innocently thrown in the air but when a certain number accidentally called the redhead right after they had just gotten out of the shower?

 

Chuuya had to give nearly 30 minutes to his legs to function again.

 

A demonic animal, that's how close he can describe the brunette. A ferocious whiny animal who DID NOT like to hear how Chuuya’s jab had actually been a real threat. Mumbling so many gibbersish things on the start of his neck, the positions he was placed in (one’s he never thought possible. THANK GOD for flexibility), the redhead felt he was in the phantom thief’s grasp than his dorky lover’s.

 

Dark filthy whispers and promises of what he would do to the omega if the alpha were to find out he’d been with anyone else, had never caused Chuuya to produce so much slick from his seduction.

 

“You’re mine, right, my love?” he said in dark chocolaty sweetness, enjoying the fucked out look on the omega's face. The alpha’s cum dripping down on those colorful thighs matches the slick that drips down the alpha’s face. 

 

They're made for one another.

 

“Oh dear detective, don't leave me with no answers.” He cries out with every brush that length does to his abused cervix "Didn't you know? A detective and a thief are meant to intertwine until the end of time. Why ruin that with civilian nobody?”

 

Yeah, he needs to get out of the car. 

 

He watches for people and gives a sigh of relief when no one is near. Fixing his cap to hide his hair and making sure his clothes and patches are not out of place, steps out to the fresh air.

 

Ahem, anyways going back to topic, he’s bored as fuck and thinking back on the past 3 days of pure sex isn’t the best way to ease his boredom. Doubts his boss would appreciate coming back to a nose wrinkling scent filled car.

 

The mansion before him is tempting him and his omega to find a lighter and gasoline fuel to burn it all to the ground. He never in his life had any problem with the elite families that control most of the city, never batted an eye to it but this one in particular has him feral with groundbreaking hatred. He hates how they have all the money in the world to do extravagant things but use it to hide shady things to the public or ruin a person's livelihood in a snap of fingers.

 

Its despicable, dishonorable and—-

 

What the fuck is that flashing on the window?

 

Chuuya knows his mind is clear and alert, heat not present with the pill still active. Yet he could have sworn he just saw something cross on the window. No cars are on sight for the sunny glow to bounce on the reflections for him to say otherwise. He’s staring hard at it and just when he thinks it's better to go back and listen to a podcast, he sees it again!

 

“What the actual hell?” He mumbles, taking a few steps to get closer, jumping back on the car in panic when he sees someone standing there.

 

Oh shit!

 

He’s ready to rip the door open and dive in when he hears a clear tap that raises all forms of goosebumps in his body. It looks like that person is beckoning him closer.

 

He’s stuck, frozen in genuine fear for probably costing the mission its failure when his omega chirps him forward!

 

He mentally looks back at it with a scandalous look and is ready to tell it it's not Dazai but he stops. It looks spooked too but there’s curiosity that says to investigate.

 

Ludacris but turning back, that person is still there waving him over.

 

He has two choices: go back inside the car and pretend he didn't see anything or go over and see what it wants.

 

One is safer, another is pure stupidity and danger. 

 

---

 

“I better not regret this.” he mumbles as his hand reaches for another branch.

 

He chose the second and stupid option because apparently his sense of justice decided to rear its head in and strangely motivate him to do the right thing with his omega being his biggest cheerleader on the side.

 

.....

 

Where the fuck were these encouragements all those weeks ago when Dazai came to his life and harass him?!

 

He reaches the ledge of the mid open window and squirms his way in. Landing softly inside with a grunt, he takes it all in and realizes he's in some sort of study. Books and doctorates on the farthest side of the room, clean red plush carpet fills the floors and a desk made of black marble resides across. 

 

A professional setting that rivals the ones he’s entered back at the station.

 

He takes small steps around and glimpses at the paper filled wall, feeling a cold shudder dripping way past his spine all the way down to his heels. 

 

He’s in Tsushima Generom’s study office. He just trespassed to this asshole’s private den.

 

HOLY SHIT!!

 

The redhead’s about to make a run back to the window when he hears footsteps approaching. 

 

HOLY MEGA SHIT!!

 

He’s walking the fine borders of lightheadedness and instant death when he’s suddenly revived like a bloodthirsty wraith with the voices nearing the closed doorway.

 

“Oh Shuuji, I'm so happy to see you back.” Hatsuyo purrs "Can't imagine how agonizing you must've been these past days but,” Chuuya can hear them stop at the door, eyes widening in silent fury when she not so whispers “If only you didn't run off, I could've helped you through it you know.”

 

A sound that's strikingly similar to a smooch has him almost blowing his trespassing to stomp out of the room and rip that slimy good for nothing bitch away from his not–so–fragile–but–kinda–is–brunette. He's been corrupted enough, he will not stand for it.

 

Dazai, for his part, answers stoically “After what I've seen, I think it's best we leave things until the wedding.” a disfigured shuffle reaches “And by that I mean I don't want to engulf or be the center of any more of your ideas.” Chuuya hears sputters and a dark satisfaction fills him when he hears Dazai “ugh gross”.

 

“We are to only interact when needed or else I will have to resort to other methods.” His voice drops to a warning hiss “And trust me, those aren't for the faint hearted.”

 

His knees buckle on the spot with an icier shudder, knowing what those methods are. Alphas commanding omegas is a sin itself (one that Dazai expressed genuine regret in doing to him) but if used as a last resort for situations like this, then it's pardoned. 

 

Don't want to feel the burn of your actions, don't light the match.

 

A slap echoes, his omega howls in murder as he grits his teeth when she shrieks “You dare threaten me? I would see you be sent to a retaliation center for your miscontinuous bad behavior, Shuuji. You have no right to treat your wife this way!”

 

“You want me to be at my best? Then don't threaten me with my worst, dear wife.”

 

Chuuya can't be mad at that last hiss, the icy exterior that coated that whole sentence even has him taking a few steps back. That version of dominance that lingers from the alpha's leaked pheromones almost forced a submission out of him and he wasn't on the receiving end of it! 

 

How absurd.

 

The redhead’s absolutely in love.

 

Nothing gets said right after the heaving breathing, only stomps going the opposite direction. He can hear Dazai let out a sigh, grumbling under his breath “What a bitch.” before he too goes.

 

Chuuya is once again left alone.

 

Taking deep breaths, he turns back to the window when something captures his attention. He stares at it before a weird face takes place. 

 

“Was that cabinet always half open?” he puzzles over.

 

Coming near, he can see miscellaneous stuff but also a lone folder–a very worn out folder. There’s no hesitation on him when he crouches and opens the cabinet fully at a mouse's pace, careful to not make a single noise to get him captured in the act.

 

Not a good look on a detective breaking in and stealing without a form of authorization to search. Mori, again, won't be too happy with him for that.

 

He’s about to open the thing when he hears noises coming from below his only escape route, grabbing the folder and closing everything in place he races to see some of the staff gardening. 

 

Who the fuck decides to do gardening in the late afternoon?

 

He’s stuck! Can't leave from where he came from without those idiots seeing him come down nor is he stupid enough to head to the main exit. Running so many options in his head the only thing that lands is to leave from this door and hope to make it downstairs without bumping into anyone.

 

“Yeah” he scoffs, gripping the folder tight, “Easier said than done.

 

---

 

Quietly closing the door behind, he’s for sure going to pass out.

 

The hallway is massive with a lot of closed doors, non labeled for him to be able to tell which is which. 

 

How the fuck did Dazai survive living here?

 

Refreshing his memory, that bitch went left while Dazai went right. If he were to go the same way, the redhead may end up finding his room or him and hopefully won’t ask stupid questions in favor of helping him escape. 

 

Taking deep breathes and patting his scent patches he walks in careful precision. Dazai’s scent is faint now but it gives him a boast of confidence the more he walks. Though it's cut short when he hears people rounding up the corner and in sheer panic bumps into a random vase that was placed in the hallway. He watches it crack into tiny pieces with a stupefied look, biting back a scream of incredulity for the constant misfortune.

 

The voices are nearer, time running rapidly out the longer he stands there. He looks around and just when he’s about to go try the doors he's grabbed from his elbow and dragged into a room.

 

Shutting behind them, he struggles “Oi let me–” he’s cut off when a hand covers his mouth. Glaring over his shoulder, his eyes soften to an amused stare not uttering a word when the muffled voices reach where he stood.

 

They both stand and wait until they can't be heard any longer. Dazai releases him and before he can press, he's shoved erratically by an energized omega causing them to lose their footing and land on the bed with a bounce.

 

Dazai lets him do whatever he wants, giggling breathlessly at the affectionate attack. “Mori’s pills never gave me side effects before but I think I'm seeing someone who I remember leaving back in a black car to head back home.”

 

The thief lets out a pitched whine when his neck glands get nibbled and sucked vampire style, clawing at the denim covered hips to gain a little of his self control “C-chibi..wait! It's not safe here.” he moans at a harsh grind “I can't knot you properly without getting us caught.”

 

“Then don't."

 

So blunt and careless, a far cry from the rational and responsible detective. 

 

The thief loves it.

 

No time to get fully undressed, their hands rummage under their fabrics to get one last messy grope. However, Dazai's perplexed when his hands touch paper instead of heated flesh. 

 

“Chuuya what—”

 

His lips are once again occupied with Chuuya feverishly ordering, “Later. For now just fuck me, Shuuji.”

 

The brunette doesn't have to be told twice to pull down their pants and fill his mate up until he’s muffling his cries and bites on his vest-covered shoulder from a body satisfying orgasm. He can't summon the urge to be mad at the name change because….woah.

 

Doing this under his father's roof? That's one way to say “Fuck You Tsushima!”

 

The brunette’s absolutely in love.

Notes:

I've given it some thought but I would be stepping away from social media (mainly Twitter) until I feel ready to fully come back again. Don't worry, 'YTMS' and 'WR' are still going to be updated and announced among others–would die if I chose to stop altogether–but that would be it.
My insecurities are high right now that its hurting my self-esteem and well... it sucks. Its stupid, but its hard not to compare one's creativity with people who've been around longer.

As always, thank you so much for reading, take care and stay safe. Until next time 💙💜

♡ SSK being intimate in risky places is a good signature look on them, they should do it more often 👀

Chapter 32: XXXII

Summary:

The room's sounds consist of clothes shuffled back on and soft huffs.

Notes:

Finally found time to upload 😭 hope you all enjoy!

How's everyone doing? Ya'll eating? Sleeping well?

The room's sounds consist of clothes shuffled back on and soft huffs. Dazai lays on the bed, eyes fixated dreamily on the omega fixing and checking all over his body on the full length body mirror.

 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” he's mumbling to his reflection, straying to brown eyes before darting away with a flush.

 

He's not upset at the redhead for not listening (far from it), he expected something like this to happen.

 

Not because of their cycles–though he can admit he enjoyed tainting his old room in the way he wanted to do it. The apparitions of those who ruined his child self now replaced with the one who stood across from him being adorably harsh to himself over an innocent urge.

 

‘You lost your virginity properly, Shuuji.’ he muses with a low chuckle, crossing his arms behind his head with a far away look.

 

But because that's the first step to their plan, one he once again kept the redhead out from. During one of their snack breaks, Chuuya had informed him about his case still being in operation with no guaranteed update of it getting declared closed. Despite Mori giving him additional files for it, the detective still felt like he was missing something but wasn't sure what that something was.

 

“It's weird, I have it all ready but it doesn't feel enough. Like turning it in won't do any change but give him a slap on the wrist.” he had said, placing another scent blocker on his wrist.

 

“Maybe you detectives are out of shape in the snooping.” He shrugs, “The old man isn't doing a proper job in training you guys if you're stuck in something that should've been easy to solve.”

 

The brunette gets a glare for his poor joke, answering with a squawk when he's swatted on the back of his head with a box of highly secured scent blockers custom for alphas like him.

 

It's his turn to glare at Mori who meets his gaze with a steady one. “I can assure you all my detectives and officers are all up to date on their training.” He says as Dazai grumpily grabs the box with the omega snickering to his left. “Better than the one they were under the previous sergeant.”

 

The alpha scowls at the redhead but Chuuya just shrugs in indifference.

 

“And to add to Chuuya's concern, he's correct. We're missing more information but haven't the faintest clue where to investigate.” The older alpha sits across from them, watching how both his former and current juniors ate failing horribly in keeping their professional distance, hard to not notice the hearts floating above their heads in contrast to the slight tongue lashing and counter bickers.

 

Mori could do something to keep them from somehow losing focus on the task at hand but in their current state, its near incorrigable. Especially if he doesn't want them to misunderstand professionalism with something stupid like partner stealing.

 

That made him throw up a little in his mouth.

 

He'd like to keep his limbs rightfully intact, thank you very much.

 

Nevertheless, his voice is hard when he explains, "All seems to be in the right timeline of things yet its not considered a full conclusion. We got the true witnesses and their statements but there's another factor missing."

 

"And that would be?"

 

He shrugs "Like i said, its unclear what it is. Could be shared information left out or another testimony that had never been disclosed before. All we know, its not enough to present to the courtroom."

 

The brunette's ripping a patch when he blurts “Then we either drop it here and hope for a solution or we let him destroy more lives from concluding the case cold.”

 

Not his best choice of words that he'll later apologize at some point to the redhead who stands with a clipped “Boss, if you would excuse me.” And heads to the restroom without sparing the brunette a glance in his direction.

 

Dazai and Mori are left alone, staring each other down waiting for the other to speak up. Mori sighs when his former mentee remains mute, uncaring.

 

Would've been almost convincing, but scents don't lie.

 

“You do realize how harsh that sounded, correct?” Watching the brunette shrug carelessly, purple eyes narrow right away “Yet you seem confident. Any reason why?”

 

Dazai's quiet when he heads to the medicine cabinet scanning through bottles until his eyes land on a familiar one. His back remains turned when he says “Because it's enough for Chuuya to be fired up and look harder.” Two color pills land on his palm, old toxic friends but unfortunately needed for now. “He's too stubborn to admit it but he's losing faith. You and I both know if he were to stop then it would all be in vain.”

 

He turns to face his old mentor, eyes serious and leaving no objections “And we can't afford to lose Chuuya, don't you agree?”

 

Mori had forgotten how frightening his former mentee can be sometimes.

 

“Oi sit up already.” 

 

He quickly blinks at Chuuya’s presence in front of him with a bottle of lotion in hand. He's confused for a second but complies with what he was told, eyes zeroing on Chuuya squirting a good amount on his fingertips before reaching to gently apply in soft circles on the brunette's quartz pink cheek.

 

‘Oh, sweetheart~’

 

“That bitch should consider herself lucky I wasn't in the same hallway as you two or she would've had more things to worry about than searching for a stupid dress.”

 

His mate is so civil for his own good that Dazai wishes he were to go more against his morality. 

 

His eyes grow soft, if the omega had glanced over he would've been bombarded with love drunken heart eyes. Eek “Ah two people fighting over me would be a long filled fantasy coming to life but unfortunately, I stand what I said in the car.” a purr escapes him at how nice the mini massage relaxes his whole being “Though not much of a show to stand by but a full knockout. You're brutal when you want to be.”

 

Blue eyes flicker at him with “You had fantasies of people fighting over you?”

 

Smiling with no intention of offering any more explanations to that gains a huff. Chuuya stands to place the bottle back, turns to him “I need to get back to the car before the boss notices I'm gone.” he motions at the worn out file “Have to read that too.”

 

Dazai approaches him with a curious side tilt “I would ask where you got it from but with how it reeks…hang on.” He opens the bandage on his wrist gland and passes it on the folder, ignoring the look Chuuya throws at him.

 

“All done!” He chirps proudly before throwing danger to the wind and opening the folder. 

 

Chuuya sputters at the act “Oi! I found it first so I should read it!”

 

Although he makes no motion in taking the file away, a small noise is heard when the alpha renders motionless. His eyes bounce from him to the now gripped file and is ready to ask but Dazai is the first to say, “Where did you find this?”

 

He fidgets from how cold it sounds, unsure if he should answer but shakes his head to clear the voices. This is his mate in front of him, Dazai wouldn't suddenly yell at him for doing a little “investigation”. It'll be hypocritical of him to do so.

 

Nevertheless his voice doesn't come out brave as he would've liked “Uh, in an open cabinet in your father's study.” Brown eyes flashes towards him as the redhead hurries to say “B–but I swear I didn't touch anything else to let them be aware nor overstepped on things.” He shuffles in place “I was…persuade to come.”

 

“Persuaded?”

 

Lord, saying it out loud sounds pretty stupid and crazier than intended but he isn't a chicken.

 

“There was a person in the window when I stepped out for some fresh air. Wasn't there before but she was motioning me to come.”

 

“She?” he’s puzzled how little the redhead tells him.

 

“They looked female. Full kimono attire and hair pins.” he defends brushing off the stare on his temple “It was kinda off though. They weren't there on the first glance then they were and when I got close. She looked deadly pale, kinda like a phantom.”

 

…….

 

“A phantom, huh?” is said lightly, not trying to hide the snickers that flow.

 

The omega flips a finger and snarls “Fuck off. I know how it sounds but I swear what I saw.” He approaches closer and peeks “Back to topic, why so suddenly tense? Is it bad?”

 

“....Chuuya, this is my mom's file.”

 

---

 

Eventually, Dazai (after halfheated pouts and kisses) managed to sneak him back out on the opposite side of the garden, not without instructing him to keep the file safe and hidden. Chuuya knew that as much as Dazai wanted to go through the information, he's putting his trust in the detective and his skills. 

 

Thankfully no one was around to see him jump over–seems having a guest over is enough to have all staff preoccupied–but that didn't mean he felt at ease returning to the safe zone. Peeking from behind the tinted glass, kimono woman is back in sight but in no way hinting any type of hostility. However, in a blink, she's gone like she wasn't giving the omega a shit attack. 

 

Shuddering to a slump on the seat, he's rubbing his eyes so hard, mind running in all directions, that the second the door is flung open, Chuuya is diving under and hissing like a startled cat to his trespasser. Mori blinks owlishly at the omega, letting the silence awkwardly stretch as he enters and sighs.

 

“I would hope you both were smart enough to not leave tracks.” Buckling his seat belt is more interesting than detailing what he'd been through. Guess the detective doesn't need to be surprised that his boss was aware of his little adventure.

 

Doesn't make it any less embarrassing, though.

 

“Nothing that would track our existence to one another.” Chuuya moves the spotlight to the folder on his side, “I found something better though. We might need to head somewhere we can read crucially.”

 

“Why do you say that?” 

 

“From what Dazai said, this folder contains information about his mother.” he rolls his eyes, grumbling under his breath with no heat "Ordering me like some sort of dog, he’s taking those universes talk way too seriously."

 

The car jolts from an unexpected break, Mori turns to the man on his backseat holding on to the file. Rigidness aside, his eyes hold a fire the older sergeant knows this case will be one that will skyrocket his detective’s to incredible fame but also their departments' deep trust to their people.

 

One last thing and it'll be all over.

 

---

 

Days later (2 days left)

 

“You haven't gone home yet?” Piano Man and Iceman question in sync.

 

Any other day the omega would've mocked and snarked for the same constant question being asked but since he is supposed to be officially on leave because of his heat, he gets it. And he will take a long deserved leave eventually…after this case is perfectly done.

 

He can't afford to make rookie mistakes, not with this disclosed evidence in his hands.

 

It’s Wednesday, 8:50 pm in the evening long after his usual clock out for the night. Nearly everyone he arrived with in the morning have been long gone leaving him with the scheduled night staff. He's not entirely surprised Piano and Ice are still around, being captains and training officers is a very high demanding job, but Chuuya knows they are staying behind more than usual because of him.

 

They all are, and doesn't that make the omega choke on his ever growing guilt? 

 

“Yes. The boss is letting me stay longer after finding out my heat isn't until a week and a half from now." He forces his sight on the diagram board than on the glaring concern his friends are aiming at his head. They've been friends for so long, Chuuya knows this statement would not sit well in their minds. He’s right when the small crawls of worry radiate from behind him.

 

“Is everything ok?” PianoMan comes near his peripheral vision “You’re never…you know… late.”

 

“I'm fine guys. It's been busy recently and sometimes stress does affect it.” he still hasn't moved from where he stood. He senses Iceman coming to his other side now, patting his shoulder in voiceless concern.

 

“Maybe you should go to Doc and have you checked out. Health is more important than this stupid case, kid. We’re beginning to worry it's affecting you more than usual.” 

 

PianoMan nods at that, gently tugging his sleeve in silent coaxing. Chuuya senses a growl coming up to ask them to let him be. He knows it's not nice to lie through his teeth but he can't admit to them that he’s taking suppressants from a former doctor (aka their boss) or it’ll be a bigger scandal than Albatross’s mail. With time he would tell them everything from start to finish again but the less people are aware (it pains him to) the better his mind can focus.

 

“There's no need for it, gentleman. I’ve already sent him to a personal physician to have him checked.” Kouyou’s voice rings in the office, the alphas turn as Chuuya lets a near silent breath of relief. The aroma in the room is like a deadly circus, sparking and hypnotic but suffocating to any passer. The omega is fortunate Paul and Adam took their time in teaching him how to be strong when facing these things or else submission would've been a bitch to get out of. “Constant check-ins would only aggravate the situation.”

 

“With all due respect ma’am, but we are having a hard time wrapping our heads on that.” Piano and Kouyo maintain strong eye contact, scents brimming in displeasure at how neither are backing down nor accepting the explanation. Ice’s annoyance is subtle in the air, Chuuya moves to the other side of the room, documents in hand “Chuuya can be all over the place but surely you are aware his situation isn't normal.”

 

“Guys, she's telling the truth.” The omega tries to reason but is overspoken by the female redhead, a strict tone irrefutable to the men trying to dig deeper in their concern. 

 

“I'm aware as you all are but an omega’s cycle, whether healthy or not, can be unpredictable at times and Chuuya is experiencing a first.” Kouyou understands where the concern is coming from, she was there to be at Chuuya's side when the boss brought him in, and while she doesn't agree to this, risks are to be taken.

 

A life is on the line and she refuses for it to be harshly taken again.

 

“If you have any concerns, have Chuuya show you the documents in his hand.” she waves to the forgotten redhead “But as the boss orders, Chuuya should be the one to say when or if he's well enough to be present.”

 

Piano and Ice's postures scream reluctance but abide by what their superior is informing them. Chuuya stands back at their sides with the papers, too intune in reading they don't notice the small exchange the redheads give one another.

 

Office currently in a tense atmosphere, the rest of the Flags come barging in hurried stampede. Talking all at once, it's hard for the 4 individuals in the room to understand what is being said until a smell of impatience reaches each nose. They all freeze like cattle as Kouyou calmly questions the incomers. “Shall we try this again, gentlemen?”

 

Stifling a smile at his old mentor’s authority, his eyes bounce on pale faces to see who will crack first. Doc is first to point, intentionally giving the spotlight back to the amused omega in the room.

 

“Chuuya has a visitor waiting with the boss upfront.”

 

Amusement glitches to surprise, blinking at the men pushing him out of the office in team effort. Kouyou stays baffled behind but that's the least of his attention. Not when he's face to face with–

 

“What is going on?”

 

Both black suited alphas turn to his voice. He mindlessly gives his boss a semi perfect bow, but his eyes don't leave the brunette's bandaged face–unreadable and lifeless.

 

Flashes of the first photograph he's seen of the alpha come to mind, his omega hisses in drastic need to reach and check for any damage.

 

'What did they do to him?'

Notes:

Ya'll are gonna hate me when the angst comes back 🤭

Happy Thanksgiving! Stay safe, take care and thank you so much for reading!! See ya later! 💜

Chapter 33: XXXIII

Summary:

“Ah, so you must be the detective Mori and my father have spoken about.”

Notes:

As Glinda had once said "It's good to see me isn’t it?"

Enjoy the chapter! 💜 explanation at the end of notes because..woah no need to downpoar at the beginning lol.

“Ah, so you must be the detective Mori and my father have spoken about.” Dazai states.

 

His bashful tone raises all of Chuuya’s hairs from how wrong and disturbing it sounds. The redhead knows it's a cover up but being face to face to the act isn't something he was mentally prepared to interact with.

 

Or be around it. 

 

What the fuck is going on?!

 

“It's nice to finally meet you, sir.” he proceeds to a respectful bow, Chuuya has to stop the shriek and chills from showing the rising discomfort “I know this might not be new information to you but I'm Tsushima Shuuji. I’m here on behalf of the Tsushimas to say we are thankful for what you've done and for leading me home.”

 

Lifting his head has the detective gulping back the bile that's springing up.

 

Hollow. His eye is way too hollow and dim for Chuuya's liking, fingers twitch at his side in a hurried urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake the man out of that. They've only been separated for a few days and secretly been in contact! What did that family do to turn him this way?!

 

Did they get discovered?

 

His eyes are starting to burn from their wide state, Mori’s grunt, Dazai’s slow blink and non quieter murmurs has Chuuya stuttering out “Uh..nice to meet you. Was not expecting this ...visit.” came out sharper than he would've liked but his colleagues can take it as displeasure for having another Tsushima in his orbit or just his usual moodiness.

 

Nevertheless the only two males he’s directing his ire are sporting careful matching glints and Chuuya’s previous panic about his disrespect and worry gets thrown the fuck out of the window and runned over in nonstop traffic.

 

Ok, what sick joke is this?

 

“The boy here had requested to speak with you, Chuuya.” Mori finally speaks motioning to the quiet alpha. The indifference in his face cracks into a small pout for the “boy” comment but both officials ignore him where he stands “He’s also here by your other request.”

 

“Request?” Chuuya accidently blurts, raising a brow in confusion, eyes darting at the two men offering no kind of explanation for it. He doesn't recall hinting at Mori or Kouyuo with things for the case, only needs to run them again before he delivers his final statement. Would've been done by now if everyone could’ve stopped interrupting him. 

 

That’s one reason, another is the suppressants are wearing and he'd rather be away from the crowd when it happens than trigger worry and judgement.

 

His omega hadn't shared the same sentiment: ready to take over, force Chuuya out of the stuffy office to get his usual vitamin D when the sun had been up and then sneak them home to hopefully get some relief. Changed its tune faster than anyone can blink at the sight of the alpha within reach. demanding the redhead to not even think about stepping out without their man in tow.

 

“Why yes, I’d had hoped Kouyou would have passed along the message when I sent her over to you but enough delays. He is here now so why not discuss it in your office for a faster explanation?” tone sounds hurried as his stare grows solemn. “We are on a tight schedule, lads, and we should not be wasting any more time.”

 

Huh?

 

Finishing the sentence with a quick clap of his hands and a not so subtle warning for everyone to return back to their stations and tasks, Chuuya cannot explain the phenomenal amount of confusion he's getting right now. He and his unexpected guest are shoved forward to get a move on with the latter having yet to make a peep, stumbling like scolded teenagers out of detention instead of respectable adults in a ruthless society. It's a wonder how they didn't faceplant or bumped into a desk on the way, more he than the brunette that's gliding with practiced stability. 

 

Show off.

 

“Take all the time you need, we’ll make sure there are no interruptions.” Kouyou says to him in passing, baffling him even more. Chuuya silently pleads with his eyes for an explanation but once a soft smile is in place and a wordless glance is aimed at their guest, he's on his own. 

 

Double fuck.

 

No one is in the office when he steps back in, must've been his mentors' doing, mutely letting the man enter. As he’s to lock the door behind them it’s when his mouth drops in hysterical realization.

 

Geez he’s definitely out of his game if he hadn't caught on to the clues of the double meaning of the alpha’s presence.

 

Turning around, he zeroed in the slow blinks aimed at him, the glint from earlier has him rubbing the back of his neck in stress. 

 

“Do I really want to know how you pulled it off?” Chuuya prods walking towards his desk.

 

“Let's just say, I had some help from the other side.” It's his response from the man looking through the bookshelf in quiet curiosity. “Nearly everyone will be there, kinda bummed I couldn't join in on the fun.”

 

The alpha doesn't need to turn around to see the exasperation on his mate's face, he flips through one of the poetry books Chuuya had in pure disinterest when he asks “Do you usually have visitors coming in unexpectedly?”

 

Blinking at the question, Chuuya offers a brief “Apart from you?” too snippy even he winced at himself. Dazai remains unbothered though “A closed door means work in process.”

 

“Cameras?”

 

“Operational 24/7” his brows knit “Though earlier in the day we had a system failure through the building. Last I heard IT has been in constant rush in getting us back online but even they don't know why its not granting them any–” he pauses when his eyes notice the slight shake coming from the alpha’s broad shoulders. Taking a breath, his arms are crossing “What did you do?”

 

“Oh good. Don’t think I can handle much more of this facade then I would've wanted.”

 

And just like that, Dazai is in front of him as Shuuji is put away to rest. Chuuya isn't given a chance to miss the presence or ask what the fuck was wrong with him in doing that, when Dazai walks towards him in slow strides. Heart beating as their eyes meet, what should have been relieved and welcoming purrs turns into low hissing from the omega as Dazai is immediately pushed away by a random ruler Chuuya had sitting on his desk. 

 

Looking up in betrayal, Dazai is quick to keep the whines back inside when the glare is anything but loving. Chuuya sneers at him in crazed murder, one hand over his nose the other on the ruler ready to be swung.

 

“That foul smell on you is hurting my nose like a bitch. Get that whore off or sit in misery.”

 

An impatient groan leaves him and with a dramatic flutter, Dazai unbuttons his suit jacket leaving him in his vest, flings it across Akutagawa's side of the room and comes back into his space. Chuuya wants to comment on the man for his dramatic flair and demand the real reason behind his risky visit but he’s too busy suffocating on the tongue aggressively coming down his throat.

 

He’ll berate the man for messing with his workplace’s system and causing shit again when not coming down on the suppressants faster than he would've liked. 

 

Because as fast as it started, Chuuya was quick to break out of Dazai’s hold to get back on another dose. There is no way he is going to be the one responsible in triggering their cycles when too much is at stake. 

 

Rummaging through his drawer and pulling the bottle out. He's twisting the lid one second, the next it's forced out of his hands. Panic settles in his being as he swiftly turns to Dazai’s worried glance.

 

“Give that back, you idiot.”

 

“Chibi, how much have you been taking?”

 

“Just as instructed, now give that back I need one.” He waves his outstretched hand for the bottle back, feeling his body strange. Dazai on the other hand glances at him and simply says “No.” 

 

Is he mental? “And why not?” he barks back.

 

“You’ve taken enough. You don't need them right now.”

 

“What do you mean I don't? If you've forgotten, I'm still tethering with my heat here. I can’t afford to take breaks.”

 

“I'm aware but overdosing on them will result in the opposite of what you want.” He moves out of range to avoid a cat swipe for the bottle back. “Taking one or two is fine but you need to let your body rest and let it do its course.”

 

“Rest? Don't you see where we are right now?” his chest is heaving with every syllable that he spits “We have two more days left to bring a stop to this and you are asking me to do the impossible.” His hand is shaking dangerously at his side, oblivious to the alpha’s perturbed stare to continue with his rambling, getting delirious in seconds “Not to mention you’re supposed to be there to fuck me but instead you’re all over the news parading with that whore. Bet you’re fucking her on the side, aren’t you? Is that why you're not all over me anymore?”

 

“You’re speaking nonsense right now.” he coldly exclaims, patience equally coming thin but forces a deep inhale “Nothing is happening between us, and I don't plan to engulf their schemes.” The alpha then takes a few cautious steps to the growling omega, eye kept in close attention. “It had been too dangerous for me to step out because of my last stunt and sending someone would have made things worse especially with how hectic everything is becoming, but I'm here now to help you.”

 

“Help me? I never asked for your assistance.”

 

“Yeah I know which is why I’m doing it anyways but first drop that ruler and get over here.”

 

Chuuya had unconsciously moved to Akutagawa’s side of the room with the ruler drawn straight to the alpha keeping him at distance. The redhead has no idea when that happened but after his short outburst, he felt off. Like a massive need to escape took over him in the second his pills were taken away–it's making his skin crawl horribly.

 

Ignoring the alpha’s stretched hand, he maneuvers around forgetting why he was there in the first place, the sensation spreading uncontrollably. His eyes water as nausea rises but he makes it nowhere near the door when a hand on his arm has him snarling rather aggressively, the responding growl does nothing for him. His omega is wailing, evoking his fight or flight. Why the hell is Dazai stopping him?! Can't he see the danger?

 

“Stop, you're showing signs of a bad withdrawal right now.” Dazai snarls back, pills nowhere to be seen when he's using both hands to restrain. He grunts at the slight jabs “You leave right now, It'll make everyone’s presence panic you more. Shit, did Mori not explain it right?”

 

Chuuya can’t respond, too busy trying to make out what Dazai is saying and keep him close but also fighting the urge to push him away. The decision is made for him when he’s suddenly lifted and moved. Keeping his eyes tightly shut, his body is not his own from the rush movements happening until the scent of cinnamon and apples invade. Nosing blindly, his head is gently guided to where the source is strong, unguardedly inhaling gulps to ease the tremors. A small ‘tut’ is heard above him but is in no way urged to move away. His back is gently massaged as the static dials down its sound.

 

Mate, he's home.

 

“Easy sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere.” Dazai murmurs in his hair, hand stroking softly down his back, arms and legs. A sweet gesture taking his mind from what he now realizes what could have been a dire situation. The alpha leans back for Chuuya to comfortably lay limp on his lap, strokes not missing a beat from their caresses to help his mate find his way back to the present. “Knew something like this would happen but didn't consider you to be this neglectful of yourself. Once this is all officially over, I'll properly take care of you.”

 

All Chuuya can do is purr in response, mind hazy but enough to recognize it’s alright to shut his eyes off for a few seconds. The pain is dull in his lower belly but with how he has his mate scenting him profoundly, it won't send him to a frenzy. 

 

He’s safe again.

Notes:

I legit been away from everything (only came back to celebrate BBTM's 1 year anniversary and tease what I've been working on) that honestly, the guilt has been crazy but the break is definitely needed.
Been reading my own fics as support plus learning how to love my art again, that all I can safely say is, I'm done expecting to be in the same league as most creators here. They made their gardens, I have bouquets and that's all I can ask for. Gonna enjoy the ride until its time to step down. I'll have a few stumbles–not expecting it all to go away–but I'm just a regular woman who enjoys writing/drawing about two idiots being lovey dovey/passionate/or just can't get enough of each other 🤭 in her free time.

Not abandoning anyone so in case I take longer to reply or update is for that reason alone(Also, my email sucks in letting me know who replied 😤)

Thank you all for the continuous support even when I don't have it for myself.

Chapter 34: XXXIV

Summary:

An exhausting wail slips where he snuggles in his pillow, cheek scratching on fabric that—oh not again!

Notes:

I need to pay my dues, have another chapter.

Enjoy!!! 👀🫶🏼

An exhausting wail slips where he snuggles in his pillow, cheek scratching on fabric that—oh not again!

 

He lifts his head so fast, Dazai’s quick reflexes grab him from the waist before he stupidly falls to the ground. The omega’s shifted back to the chair he was laying on, the brunette moves a step back to resume his spot on the desk. 

 

Files promptly spread across, the detective can't find it in himself to reorganize the mess but what he can do is stand, stretch and pinch the man’s cheek. Dazai's yelp is shadowed by the light scolding “You shitty mackerel! Why did you let me sleep? Now we wasted more time!”

 

Much appreciated, but nevertheless they wasted time!

 

Dazai winces through his lopsided smile, “Morning sunshine!” he exclaims, not the least bothered by the pain on his face “To answer your question, as your mate, it's my duty to ensure that you don't turn into your brethren or addict in a matter of days.” a fierce pout shifts as the fingers on his face pinch harder in response.

 

Ouch!

 

He whines, cheek stretched as he explains his point, “Hey! With the way you were drowning these.” he shakes the near empty bottle to emphasize "isn't considered a normal thing." The brunette slaps the hands away and flings his upper limbs to his squirming mate into a tight embrace. “I refuse to hand you over to bad habits, what would my in-laws think of their beloved son falling off his rockers?”

 

“Too early to be thinking about that! Focus on one thing at a time!” the redhead shrieks, a cold pause then “How did..are they…did they..?”

 

Tongue tied for the truth, Dazai clears it to him by pointing at the family picture on the desk, “Relax. They haven't done anything shady nor have your folks been considered a target.” His tone sounds carefree but coats of sincerity has Chuuya slumping in relief “While you were snoozing, I took the liberty to give you a final validation to all this.” 

 

Right, remembering back to why the brunette was here in the first place brings the other half of the cinderblock crumbling. It may not be protocol to show confidential information to anyone but with how this is the brunette’s case and is, hates to say, at a better state than him, Chuuya knows it's only fair to share. 

 

Though…

 

”You seem to be faring better than I am...”

 

Dazai freezes, back tensing slightly from the question as he looks over his shoulder. Chuuya meets his stare but is in no way reacting like a screeching banshee. He waits for the alpha to gather the things he wants to say to show he’s fairing with a clearer head now. And he does, almost as if confessing a dire sin at church. “I…am aware how these pills work so I did have a few stumbles but ....may have reverted to old habits to get by.”

 

Almost expecting the response, the omega couldn't stop his eyes from flickering all over the man’s arms and face. Dazai’s shaking his head fast to answer, “Not what you think, I was talking about other habits.”

 

Chuuya isn't comprehending what Dazai is trying to say without blurting but when the silence gets long and reaches to awkwardness, the alpha shuffles where he stands “You really aren't getting what I’m saying?”

 

“Every time you speak, I have to decipher your typical hidden meanings because you prefer to talk in riddles and half ass philosophy .” he says with a roll of eyes, it has lips twitching “How hard is it for you to just blurt things?”

 

……

 

”I jacked off to the thought of you and the multiple times I've made you cum and squirt on my hands, mouth and cock.” he says with no remorse.

 

He watches as the omega’s face goes through different emotions and phases, color getting brighter with each second that passes before settling with a choked ”....oh.”

 

Dazai for his part isn't put off with the stuttered answer if anything is like it gave him a boost to gloat. He straightens, prideful for the crash he caused, “Yup, best sessions I've done in a while. Most have been done in the shower but the first few that had me cumming hard were in my bedroom where your scent was still lingering in my clothes.”

 

“Ok i get it. No need to share any more.”

 

“But you asked!” he pouts, tiny snickers failed to be kept in.

 

“And that is my mistake to reap in silence.”

 

“Or..” tone dropping in conspiracy "Hear me out, it could be good material for you to use when you're alone.” the alpha suggests with no care how filthy that sounds, takes it farther with “But why touch yourself to a memory when you have the real thing to give you a private show in real time?”

 

He dodges a pen with a laugh as the omega mimics a cherry tomato. Adorable.

 

“Enough! God just… tell me what you came up with before I tell the boss we’re done here.” the redhead demands, face burning more than usual.

 

The visual of the man touching himself in that strict house where no privacy is known, had his stomach flipping. His daring attitude is one trait Chuuya will never not find arousement in—or bewilderment, depending on the random situation. It's getting warm, fears he accidentally triggered his heat again for not taking a suppressant in time but it vanishes as his nose is invaded by a muskier scent in needy want. Pupils dilate as they connect to Dazai’s darkening ones, shivers run stronger as he's lifted and caged to his desk. Papers underneath crumple but lust is high to make them succumb to the desire.

 

Lips brushing but not fully meeting, Chuuya can't stop the wanton sigh falling when his body is finally crushed with a heavier one. Hips rut on him letting him meet stars–oh goodness, he wants to scream, Breath hot in their shared space, he craves more but remembers where they're at. 

 

“You are not fucking me in my office.” Chuuya grits out, hands gripping the vest as he's shoved harder on the desk with a mewl. Here, out of all places, should be kept professional but fuck the man is pushing his buttons in the only way he can! “We can't risk it!”

 

A hand groping his chest has his nipples perking, biting his lip as the first drips of slick coat him rutting on a muscular thigh that secretly crept up. Oh who is he kidding?! They'll never be professional or keep their hands to themselves. That’s everyone’s mistake for leaving them without supervision.

 

(A nuclear one if he’s not fucked silly.)

 

Soft hands rummage his thighs at a snail's pace, the touch making it harder and harder to kick the brunette away. Way too close to where his omega (and he) are demanding instant relief, they're gonna combust.

 

“Who said anything about fucking?” Dazai says as he smoothly parts the omega's legs, drawing a sharp gasp from the flushed man. Fingers dance at the slacks' waist band before skillfully unbuttoning them “I got other methods to show for a fast climax, have you forgotten?”

 

No he hasn't, and he's not stupid to voice it out loud for the man to play right back. Given some space, he lifts on his elbows in heaving pants to watch how those fingers unzip his fly, fingers spider crawling above his clothed pelvis before diving in his briefs. A soft brush on his clit has him jumping before they drop lower to his wet tavern.

 

Responsibilities can FUCKING wait!

 

He drops back on the desk with a thump and low moan. God how he missed being touched, body is turning jello at the intrusion but once those fingers get to work, slick is coming strong with arousal that flourishes heavier in show of his harsh neglect. Tiny whimpers and pleas are slurred out, mind hazy from the withdrawal but also from the pending orgasm that is driving him to irritation. 

 

Dazai isn't fairing any better, releasing small growls here and there where his head lays on his shoulder at the sight but makes no move to unzip his pants to let his throbbing member out for attention. If anything, its like he prefers to finger Chuuya into a whiny mess and who is the redhead to stop him?

 

They're both neglecting each other in a way that isn't healthy, taking medicine that is going to damage them in the next cycle but if the result is this rushing lust? Then by all means, Chuuya has no way to regret it.

 

His senses are heightened more than ever, body sensitive to where he can’t distinguish between the pleasure and the pain, under the man who drives him to the wall with strong, can't–explain–if–he–could–type of emotions.

 

Fuck, he’s down bad, drowning. For this, for him.

 

Chuuya throws his head back, as his back arches from a delicious brush to his g spot. Thank fuck its after hours with minimal employes around his area or else everyone in the building would've heard him moan out “Samu” instead of “Shuuji”.

 

“Right there, yes! Like that.” eyes rolling from a meaner jab. "Samu!"

 

“Oh darling, call for me. Fuck I missed hearing you cry.” He whispers hotly, fingers picking up speed. His other arm wraps around the trembling body, pulling the omega closer for him to climb on top. Dazai eventually relieved some pressure on his mate's leg as his fingers become violent in their intrusion, the wet noises becoming obscene in each flap. The sharp cry the sounds in the office is rapidly covered by the alpha’s other hand. His hand moves sadistically slowly as he purrs on a reddened ear “Try to be quiet, sweetheart, don't want people barging in on you right?”

 

Slick falling in waves, Chuuya can sense his body getting limp from the onslaught of ecstasy, flying higher but not yet reaching. “Fuck! I need…” he tries to gasp out when the fingers are swiftly pulled out. What the—

 

It all happens so quickly. Dazai’s one minute above, next he's out of his vision. 

 

He's...OH!

 

“What are you—” it's diabolical to cause his mind to blank with the breeze and lift on his lower half.

 

He should never expect any less when in Dazai’s unsavable web.

 

The redhead’s mouth opens to protest when he’s shoving back from a distinctive wetness blending with his. The alpha is eating him like a feast where he sits on the omega’s chair, emitting soft growls with his unfiltered slurps, the hold he has on his waist is daring the omega to try to escape. Not possible if he were to try. It's getting volcanic, sweat builds up on his forehead that his clothes are a problem but Chuuya is in no way going to force a stop.

 

This man, thief of diamonds and jewels, heir to a multi yen empire, is his. Fuck the bitch and serpant high class families trying to take him away.

 

“Samu!” He whimpers pathetically.

 

A snarl makes great vibrations to his pulsing clit, the shriek that he releases has him slapping his hand over his mouth, eyes darting from the head between his legs to the closed door. He did lock it right?

 

Low laughter drives his attention back to where it tickles, tears are sliding down red hue cheeks where they don't stray from the tongue playing with his pinkish nub or how the moist fingers are spreading his under lips in a wider “V” for a bigger lick. The display is so dirty and inappropriate but damn doesn't it have his legs quaking.

 

“Good boy, any other day I would cuff those hands away but since we want no further interruptions and against time, I'll grant you mercy.” He contradicts everything he just said by being messier on his cunt, slick now moisturizes his face in a sticky face mask. Chuuya's muffled screaming and uncontrollable kicking to his desk has Dazai’s hand stroking his dripping cock in a speed where the pain is nonexistent, driving him to insanity from stopping his alpha from mounting the eager omega to knot.

 

Fuck, never had he wished to come back home like this very moment.

 

“You’re pulsing like crazy, smelling so divine and sugary, it makes my sweet tooth salivate from it all.” he slurs, the pace he’s setting on both of them is unforgivable “Fuck one more time, bless me with your honey, my love,”

 

A gasp and a harsh thump his head and hands makes from his arching orgasm has him breathless. He squirts in deserving waves, crying from the instant relief he’s coated in. His red ears overheat from the drastic schlup noises before a small whine mimics the groan that once again vibrates on his sensitive center.

 

Panting down their rapture, Chuuya lays boneless on his desk taking back his surroundings to center. A shift below has his head raising, watching as the alpha looks at his hand in mild distaste, almost regretting committing such action. Chuuya surprises them both on the spot while the brunette had been reaching for a tissue.

 

Lifting on shaky limbs, he grabs the sticky hand that is coated in white substance and with no thoughts behind, brings it to his lips and licks. His nose wrinkles at the taste, not out of disgust but of wonder. Each swipe his tongue does to the digits has little whimpers coming, can finally understand what those beta girls were gushing about during lunch about an alpha’s release. 

 

How dare this man waste such a good treat?!  

 

Dazai’s choppy intake has him blinking up, thinking the man is going to pull away but the pink on his face that plays with Chuuya’s heart, grows brighter. Dazai’s turning away from the omega to adjust his stance, more like idiotically covering his twitching member as if that's enough to stop it from rising. Did the brunette forget he's not playing this game alone?

 

Idiotic alpha.

 

“For someone so righteous and rule driven, your harassment has no bounds.” The flicker in his eye coats with amusement and loving desire that Chuuya returns “Cruel chibi, bad puppy.” 

 

Their dynamics should be satisfied for now.

Notes:

Next chapter would be serious, lol promise. I don't think I'll ever get tired of writing them so carnal and passionate for each other. 🤭

Thank you for reading!! 💜

Chapter 35: XXXV

Summary:

Not being able to enjoy the after glow with how much time they've spent was a shitty understatement.

Notes:

Was supposed to update last night but felt it too short so I kept writing until it felt perfect 😅

Enjoy! ♡

Not being able to enjoy the after glow with how much time they've spent was a shitty understatement but forcing the alpha to clean him up (mistake) had been enjoyable at least. Airing out the place was a bitch to do and a few minutes wasted but its not like the detective had enough air fresheners to do the job.

 

He's praying HARD on his dirty knees Akutagawa makes no comment of it if when he comes in tomorrow to office.

 

Nevertheless, now that he’s present to the scene, it takes a few consecutive beats for Chuuya to wrap around what the brunette had suggested they do.

 

“You’re…gonna let me interrogate you?” He asks cautiously, slowly coming to sit in his chair as if he’s trying to process the news.

 

He shrugs, “I've got nothing to lose, could care less for the storm that will come. The old man, however, does.” Making a small noise of curiosity he goes around the omega’s side of the office, not daring to stray to the second detective's side. “His little empire is bothersome and too crowded for my liking, someone's gotta tear down a building or two.” Head tilts in after thought “Or bomb it all together? Read somewhere that watching a city burn was therapeutic.”

 

'Yeah, if you were a massive fucking lunatic' both he and his omega simultaneously agree on. Then again, this is their mate they're speaking of, so what makes of them?

 

'The getaway.' His omega chirps and Chuuya walks away with an eye roll at the poor joke.

 

Fitting in another life maybe.

 

A chuckle does leave the alpha when he sees the wanted posters decorated in little red pins, more on a certain picture than his or the other thieves. “Detective Akutagawa has a favorite thief it seems. Quite interesting to see.” his lips perk up in a troublemaking half smile “Wait till he hears about this.”

 

He continues to roam until the atmosphere’s silence becomes too much to drag. Turning where he stands Chuuya has a calculated look on his face, processing how this will go. Dazai can see the detective gear turning like sand clocks but offers no sounds to interrupt his thoughts.

 

Finally, the omega croaks “You’re not pulling my leg with this, right? You…you’re asking me to question you about that time in your life and have it be audio saved. Meaning reopening wounds that….” his lips press in a line. Dazai doing this may bring them victory but is he truly ready to share it out loud after years of shoving it in deep corners? 

 

“Big of a task for you?” there's no emotion or read in his eye. Chuuya loathes it with a burning passion.

 

It's bizarre, Dazai knows it, not even he believes what came out of his mouth, but like he promised Chuuya at the boardwalk and careful thinking all his options, he’s going to help his partner in any way he can. 

 

“Why does that sound as if you're asking yourself rather than me?” 

 

“I told you, didn't I? Let me do my part to be out of this hellhole they shoved us in.” blunt nails dig in the book in his hold. “What was in those files …..you know lines were crossed.” they stare each other down, a regular contest for them to see who steps down. “You did well, I can..” pauses with a nose wrinkle “ugh, admit that, but you know what you have so far will result?”

 

Blue eyes don't waver but they might have given a gesture for Dazai to declare “They’ll brush you off and call you attention seeker and another protester to the elites. You'll be hunted for exposing a file no one is meant to see, worse when they find out your dynamic status. The old man will accuse you of robbery and have his inner circle make your life an infinite hell where employment won't be available to you.”

 

“The boss won't allow that.” The omega protests

 

“It doesn't matter.” Dazai firmly retorts “Money and status overpowers the poor. They don't care if you're innocent or doing the right thing, exposing that big of a secret is an automatic death sentence to whoever seeks justice.”

 

He paces in the middle of the room “Do you now understand why I'm offering to do this? Do you really think I want the public to know my coffin’s ashes?” his fingers twitch, everything moves in opposite directions, why is that? “They're aware of the case being left forgotten because I showed up willingly but they aren't aware it's again a silent investigation by my genuine request.”

 

The papers he read from those files are all well investigated, heart clenched with every statement his friend had given before his inevitable demise (turmoil to seek justice and resignation is something he’ll evaluate alone) but what hurt the most as both Osamu and Shuuji was about his mother.

 

His mother was a kind soul and what led her to her passing is not something she ever deserved. 

 

Lacing medication with deadly incurable poison all because she didn't see his father’s vision or willing to give their son up to social services that are specialized in working with “difficult children” is truly the most inhumane thing anyone can do to their mate. If his disgust wasn't already past its meter, this secret had him going through a list of unspeakable acts. Why did things have to go this way for her, for them? Is this why his father never showed any type of approval in everything he'd done? Was this really why he let them come and do whatever they wanted with the brunette through the years because he was deemed “difficult”?

 

His skin crawls uncontrollably at the memories that flood, a small part of him feels ashamed of having his mate reading something that should've come from him for a clearer version of things.

 

Son of a bitch!

 

Dazai’s throat burns from how hard it's closing in on itself the more he zones out. The cozy office he was in now becomes a black dropless void with faceless apparitions pointing, blaming. Voices are loud, wishing him to follow through old habits that he hasn't revisited in a while. The scar on his covered face itches with a drastic need to scratch until nothing but an open wound is left as punishment.

 

Convenient how it won't take much for him to bleed.

 

The alpha’s aware of his flaws and how his interests were never going to be associated with that of his father but he did not want for his way of being to lead to the death of the most important person in his life! His mother was just being the role she was given, a mother, and her paying the price for his wrongdoings brings an immense shame for still living. 

 

If only he knew being himself was going to bring disaster, then maybe his mother would still be walking with long lasting health.

 

If only the sharp razor he held for the first time made a successful cut, then maybe he was able to save some innocence.

 

If only his first stab and multiple wounds he gained right after weren't enough for Odasaku to patch up, then he would also be alive and still helping the orphans.

 

If only he wasn't born, then maybe their lives would've been happier.

 

If only…. 

 

“Hey, you're safe here. No one can hurt you." The voice is gentle but carries a worry Dazai is trying to bathe in. “I won't let them hurt you, sweetheart.”

 

Sweetness blesses his nose like drops of fresh water after a week of dehydration. The warm purr that he feels on his head has him whining, almost pleading for them to not let him astray with the strangers. A hand combs through his head in a soft gesture of comfort and protectiveness, clinging on him the same way he’s clinging in fear of it all being a dream.

 

“It's ok, you're here with me.” The omega mutters in his head, purring higher at the blind nuzzles “As your mate, I won't let you astray. Gonna keep you swimming around in the tank instead of letting you smack yourself on the glass.”

 

For some reason, a groaning chuckle escaped him at the horrible yet endearing comforting.

 

Seconds, minutes, hours? The alpha doesn't know how long it's passed but when it's his turn to come back he notices that he and Chuuya are huddling in the middle of the room where he once stood. The grip he had loosened, giving Chuuya enough room to wiggle and sit at ease on his lap again. His eye stings and the bandage feels gross but his head being guided to meet a soft relieved gaze tones down the discomfort.

 

But if all went through, then the alpha would've never crossed paths with this very man holding him so tight as if he had found a precious and rarity gemstone worth more than his life. 

 

This omega is too good for him.

 

Chuuya brushes his bangs away from his face, tucking strands behind his ear as fingers stall on the white cloth “You back with me mackerel? Wasn't expecting you to drop in the way you did back there.”

 

‘Mama, I'm sorry but….please don't hate me for all that's happened….. I'll come home soon to tell you everything.’

 

“.....Few more minutes?”

 

The alpha’s head is pushed back to the omega’s chest, heartbeat racing but enough to calm his thunderous emotions. A sigh follows right after but the alpha knows his head is not in the process of falling off just yet from the pressure it gained. Little by little, it's deflating.

 

“Might as well, forget how irrational you can be if I dare to leave right now.”

 

There's no bite in his words nor any hurry to dislodge in case anyone tries to knock on the door (unlikely now with how it's reaching midnight) and get back into business. 

 

Sex and other urges may have replenished their bodies but closeness is what had their souls longing the most.

 

“I…” the alpha mumbles after a beat, fingers scratching his scalp pause their rhythm “There’s so much to unload but….”

 

Fingers clench and unclench on the detective's blue vest, the thief isn't used to voicing his fears and doubts like this but he needs to let the omega know before they start. “What I'm trying to say ....I'm doing this because I refuse to have something happen to you. Got enough blood on my hands, adding yours is putrid.” he burrows further on his collared shirt, muttering “I don't wanna turn into a slug.”

 

Chuuya is unmoving in his hold the longer he takes, something that is rare to see in him but tonight is filled with genuine reactions when the omega calms replies “You keep having doubts and you're never going to see the bright side of things.”

 

The taller man leans back to frown down at his mate, face cupped in a gentle hold yet has a warning to listen “I knew the risks when I snuck in, looked through that file and wrote my statements. I'm aware chances are against me but my job is to ensure that justice triumphs against all evil and unfairness. At all costs.” Expression grows stormy with a click of his tongue. “Did not spend the majority of my life perfecting this career only for a pussy footed dumbass to ruin it with his bitch fit.”

 

His lips twitch, forcing seriousness “But Chuu–”

 

He shook his head to stop his objections “Nope don't wanna hear it. I told you that you were worth saving, and it will happen or I swear to all that's holy and wicked, I would throw my own bitch fit.” His fingers squish baby soft cheeks “And trust me, you don't wanna see me upset.”

 

“If I can't fuck it out of your system then we're doomed.”

 

He rolls his eyes “And he's returned ladies and gents.” His sarcasm drops the mood as the omega notices a tiny spark in his eye “You're getting it now? We're either in this together and come out as victors or rise hell in tsunami waves.”

 

Dazai once again engulfs the omega, posture deflating “Who knew Chuuya can be this level headed when the situation calls for it huh? Pills haven't fried that part huh?”

 

The redhead hums “It was about damn time too. Got sick and tired of watching you hog the microphone, people were starting to sleep or leave.” The alpha snickers, Chuuya pouts “I apologized.”

 

“Sweetheart?” He pulls back, mirth now in his eye “I think I have to take back what I said because we aren't on the same page.” he goes the extra mile by grasping Chuuya’s face “You're know, before I was the charming thief that ruined your innocence in all senses” he ignores the menacing features across from him “I used to be an actual doctor's assistant. So, I have free will to diagnose you with lying syndrome.”

 

“The fuck you were.” A startled laugh escaped him, shrugging his hands away. “Nothing I found explained your willing cooperation to the medical field.” He begins to stand away, heading to his desk from the arms urging him down “The boss said you would've made a horrible student or obnoxious teacher's pet if anyone ever had you in a real seminar.”

 

“Did he now?” His smile turns mischievously, the omega automatically narrows his eyes “Mori is one to talk. When I was living with him for a brief period, his classes were rather long and boring, was asleep in seconds but always surprised him in passing his test.” His eye is doe like, a fake innocence Chuuya is an expert in dismissing because…

 

“And…you can't fault me for being his only student. A rebellious teen mind you.” his palm leaves a burning streak up the redhead’s leg, tensing in every wrinkle and squeeze, dangerously teasing. "It's no fun if there aren't any interesting students to harass.”

 

Because with it comes a quick ruin of the vulnerable moment in seconds.

 

“So a lazy fuck now, a lazy fuck back then.” the omega ponders out loud, watching the brunette flopped backwards in a heap of laughter “Just my luck, I suppose.”

 

Another bark of laughter, it's unfair for what a sight the alpha makes where he lays–boyish and stupidly adorable. Chuuya has to turn away or else he'll do something idiotic like reach down and spend the rest of the night peppering kisses all over that vulnerability that is rare to be seen.

 

Definitely he would spend whatever time he wants in doing so after this stupid case.

 

Blue eyes dart from the messy spread of paperwork, deciding now is the perfect time to share what else he found. He bends over the desk, kicking slightly at the playful hand copping a feel, enciting another round of snickers.

 

“Hey, uh, you should keep this. Felt it would be safer in your hands than any other.”

 

Dazai looks up at the extended arm, fingers gripping a worn out photograph that puts everything to a halt. His eyes are rapidly stinging, nose burning, he wants to feel embarrassed for getting this caught off guard but appearance isn't mattering him right now.

 

“Didn't register at first why it was hidden away from the rest of the documents and thought it was of no importance but she's beautiful.” He's eyeing the wide eyed brunette intently, “Can see a lot of similarities that eclipses that bastard of a sperm donor you got DNA'd with.” His eyes darted away, scratching his cheek “Has anyone ever mentioned that to you?”

 

Dazai doesn't reply, eyes frozen in a stupor as he takes in the one person he was having trouble remembering with the years passing.

 

It's been so long and the detective…

 

‘Not all cops are bad, you know. Some are really down to earth and genuine to their roles to help the public.’

 

Words once said to him with so much conviction, he dismissed it as another layer of lies to be force fed on yet being in the front rows of each act? 

 

It's like he's been baptized from it all.

 

Dazai carefully takes the photo, fingers gently tracing all features until a watery laugh springs up “And here I thought all pictures were burned.” he grits his teeth “‘Sentimental value is for the weak’, he had said, and yet…”

 

“People like him have no return.” The omega states, leaving on the desk “Been too focused to sit comfortably at the top, he didn't care who he had to get rid of to get there.”

 

The alpha rises on his knees, sluggishly wraps his arms around his mate's waist to rest on his lower belly, fingers play with brown messy strands as he brings the photo up to his face again.

 

The office is again coated in temporary peace, neither gesture any sort of breakage to the quietness but its Dazai, who against the comfortability says,

 

“Let's start, detective. Your wrists are in dire need of a workout.”

 

His mother's photograph gently placed in a clear sheet, the men rearrange their seating for an intense session that awaits them. Chuuya selects out his equipment, eyes bouncing from the man faced away from him, equally lost in his thoughts, to the photo of the woman–shuddering.

 

What he didn't want to say at that moment was how this woman had also the striking resemblance to that elegant woman that persuaded his sneak in. The omega is not stupid to disregard spirits or any entity acting as messengers but having a full on experience is just–

 

“Something wrong?” is said in mild confusion behind him “That recorder is gonna snap with the way you're gripping it, gonna break a nail or two.” the brunette gasps, a twinkle has Chuuya narrowing “Having naughty thoughts how this would end? How unprofessional!”

 

“Shut up and take a seat already" he snaps over the crackles.

 

The atmosphere drops some of its tension, it's time to work. He'll eventually voice his phenomenon when not racing the beating time.

Notes:

The plot is brewing and burning my palms. Idk why but Dazai being a complete mama's boy is such an endearing and heartbreaking thought that felt so perfect for his current counterpart.

My baby deserves all closure he can get T.T

Thank you for reading!💜

Notes:

Any feedback is greatly appreciated ^.^

Phantom Thief is greatly underrated, main reason why this fic was born.