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Chuuya stared dumbfounded as the man was drowning down his liquor. It was one of the finest wines, but it also made you drunk quickly. In other words, it had a quick effect no matter how a good drinker someone was.
Dazai held the bottle halfway to his lips. He'd already drank half of it since he'd arrived, Chuuya noticed. His lips were red from wine and alcohol dripped down his chin down onto the floor. The redhead watched with horror as more drops stained his floor. The uninvited guest finally realized his presence and with an amused look took another sip of Chuuya's precious drink.
"Oh seriously?! You've got to be kidding me, you bastard!" The redhead screamed, recovering from his considerable shock and quickly attacked the brunett. His hands were on his clothes in a split second. He grabbed him tightly and began shaking him like a rag doll. In a blink of an eye he snatched the bottle away from him with one hand and then punched him in the face with the other. Dazai lost his balance and fell flat on the ground. He wasn't even putting a fight which was unlike him.
"You...how dare you come back here after everything you've done?! Do you think I'll let you do whatever you want?!" Chuuya thundered, clenching his fists tightly. He tried his best not to punch the taller man to a pulp, not until he explained everything at least.
"Chuuya~ what do you mean? We're partners! It's normal I wanted to visit my-" The younger spoke cheerfully. You could say he was drunk from his tone, but in reality, it was normal Dazai. Hard to tell if the alcohol was starting to affect him or if he was just talking nonsense as usual. The mafioso listened to this without any conviction when suddenly his eyes widened with anger when he heard the word partners.
Partners.
They used to be that, but that was history now. To Dazai, this word meant nothing, but to him, it meant a lot.
"We're not partners, Dazai. We were four years ago, remember? Now we are passed that. You betrayed and abandoned the Port Mafia!" Chuuya shouted, shaking his head in disbelief. Why had Dazai come here? Hadn't he hurt him enough?
The brunett didn't respond at first. He only laughed bitterly. Then he rose from the floor and wiped his mouth, which smelled of alcohol now. His eyes were lifeless and his smile was as false as the stars.
"What are you talking about, Chuuya? The Detective Agency occasionally collaborates with the Port Mafia. We are expected to work as partners." The detective reminded him, moving closer to the blue-eyed man, but still keeping his distance.
"It's not the same, Dazai." The mafia enforcer whispered. More than angry, he was now simply sad. When he saw Dazai calling Kunikida Doppo his partner, something inside him snapped. He supposedly knew the bastard had a new partner, one weirdly similiar to Chuuya, but still wasn't prepared for it. True, their partnership only lasted two years and Dazai will likely work for the agency forever, but those two years had burned a wound into his heart that hurts him every day and will for the rest of his life.
Silence fell upon them. Dazai remained quiet, not even looking at Chuuya. The redhead desperately wanted him to say something now. To apologize, explain maybe? Anything would do, just so he could understand why.
"We're even now. I have someone too. He's very talented. He doesn't have your ability of course, no one else has and never will, but he's a great partner."
Dazai's eyes darkened as if someone were observing a veritable eclipse. Then something red like blood flashed in them. Those eyes were now looking directly at him and under that gaze even Chuuya felt chills. Why? Why was he afraid of that look? He hadn't done anything wrong.
“Chuuya…” The way he pronounced his name was icy, to say the least. His hands were shoved in his pockets and his head was cocked boldly, as if challenging the redhead. “Your new partner.." He couldn’t help but snort dismissively. “His name is Daisuke, he’s 21 years old, used to work at a casino, doesn’t like black tea, prefers winter over all the seasons, likes foxes..” At that moment, Chuuya interrupted Dazai. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“How… how do you know all this?!” He spoke in a panicked voice, feeling his throat tighten.
“How? Have you forgotten who I am?” The man laughed quietly to himself. “I’m Dazai Osamu, a nosy and know-it-all, a traitor to the Port Mafia, but above all, your partner. I did my research on this guy as soon as I found out my dog had turned its tail on me.” His tone was devoid of sarcasm, filled with coldness.
“I’m not your dog! Besides, what’s wrong with wanting a partner? You abandoned me and now you suddenly show up in my apartment after four fucking years as if nothing had happened! If something threatens the city I love, I will jump in without a second thought to save it! Likewise, if something threatens the person who was once my partner, I won’t stand by if I can save them! Yes, I wouldn’t abandon you even after everything you did! You and I are not the same, shitty Dazai. To me, a partner is someone more than just a name and a skill. To me, they are a living person. I..." The redhead felt his eyes welling up. It wasn't good. His voice began to crack and tears were just waiting to fall. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt so much to know he would sacrifice everything for Dazai?
Chuuya's voice broke on the last word, the confession hanging heavy in the dim light of his apartment. He blinked hard, fighting the tears that blurred his vision but one escaped, tracing a hot path down his cheek. He swiped at it angrily, hating how vulnerable he felt under Dazai's gaze. Those dark eyes that had once been his anchor, now a storm he couldn't navigate.
Dazai's expression shifted. For a moment, the mask slipped, revealing something raw and unguarded beneath. He took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking until the faint scent of wine and his cologne invaded Chuuya's space.
“Chuuya..” He tried, softer this time, the word laced with a desperation that mirrored the redhead's own turmoil. His hands emerged from his pockets, hesitating before one reached out, fingers brushing Chuuya's arm, light, almost tentative as if testing if he'd shatter.
“You think I don't know that?” Dazai's voice was low, stripped of its usual mockery. He didn't pull away, his touch lingering, warm against Chuuya's skin. “You think I forgot what it meant? Two years of double suicide attempts, of you yelling at me to get my shit together, of pulling each other out of the fire. I didn't leave because I stopped caring. I left because..."
Chuuya's breath hitched, his fists unclenching at his sides. He wanted to shove Dazai away, to scream that excuses meant nothing after four years of silence, of nights spent staring at the ceiling wondering if he'd ever meant anything. But the touch grounded him, stirring memories he'd buried deep inside. The way Dazai's laugh had cut through the blood and chaos, the rare moments of quiet where their shoulders brushed and the world felt just right.
“Then why now?”' He demanded, his voice trembling. “Why show up here, drink my goddamn wine and act like you can just waltz back in?"
Dazai's lips quirked in a ghost of his old smirk, but it didn't reach his eyes. “Because I'm selfish, that's why. Because even after everything, I can't stop watching you from the shadows. Daisuke..he's good for you, isn't he? Young, eager, fills the gaps I left. But he doesn't know you like I do. He doesn't see the fire under that hat, the way you fight for what you love even when it breaks you.”
The redhead's heart pounded, a mix of fury and yearning twisting inside him. He grabbed Dazai's collar, yanking him closer until their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling.
“Don't you dare pretend this is about him. Or me. This is about you, always has been. You abandoned me, Dazai. You abandoned me after everything. Now you come here, throwing words around like they fix anything?” Tears welled again but this time he didn't fight them, letting them fall as his grip tightened.
Dazai's free hand came up, cupping Chuuya's jaw with surprising gentleness, thumb wiping away the tear. His eyes, usually so detached, burned with an intensity that made Chuuya's stomach flip.
“I'm sorry..” Dazai whispered, the words foreign on his tongue, like admitting defeat. “For leaving, for not explaining, for letting you think you were just another chapter I closed. But you're not. You're the one I can't erase, Chuuya. The one who makes me want to live, even when everything screams to end it.”
The apology hung there, sincere in a way Dazai rarely allowed himself to be. Chuuya searched his face, seeing the cracks, the exhaustion in his posture, the faint tremor in his hand. It wasn't enough to forgive, but it cracked the wall he'd built. Slowly his fingers loosened on Dazai's collar, sliding up to tangle in the soft brown strands at his nape.
“Prove it.” Chuuya murmured, voice rough with emotion. “Show me we're more than ghosts of what we were.”
Dazai didn't hesitate. He closed the gap, lips crashing against Chuuya's in a kiss that was all fire and regret. Desperate, tasting of wine and unspoken promises. Chuuya responded fiercely, pouring four years of hurt into it, his hands fisting in Dazai's shirt as he backed him toward the couch. They tumbled down together, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, the argument dissolving into something deeper, more primal.
Dazai's hands roamed, mapping familiar territory, the curve of Chuuya's waist, the strength in his thighs as if relearning him. Chuuya arched into the touch, a growl escaping as he nipped at Dazai's lower lip.
“You don't get to leave again.” He panted between kisses, shoving Dazai's beige coat off his shoulders. “Not after this.”
“I won't.” Dazai breathed, his voice breaking as he trailed kisses down Chuuya's neck, sucking a mark into the pale skin. “Not ever.”
Dazai's hands were everywhere, deft and insistent, unbuttoning Chuuya's shirt with fingers that trembled just enough to betray his urgency. The fabric parted, exposing the redhead's toned but slim chest, scarred from years of battles they'd fought side by side. Dazai's mouth followed, lips brushing over a nipple, then moving to other one. After that he kissed the redhead's abdomen softly and moved his lips to his hips. His fingers were playing with his nipples, twisting it and pinching it until they were hard. Chuuya gasped, his back arching off the couch cushions, fingers digging into Dazai's scalp as a jolt of pleasure shot straight to his groin.
"Fuck, Dazai!" Chuuya groaned, his voice husky, laced with something desperate. He hated how good it felt, how easily his body surrendered to this man who'd broken him. But the anger fueled the heat, making every touch burn brighter. He yanked at Dazai's belt, fumbling with the buckle until it gave way, then shoved his pants down, freeing Dazai's hardening cock. It sprang up, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. Chuuya wrapped his hand around it, stroking firmly, eliciting a low moan from Dazai that vibrated against his skin.
Dazai lifted his head, eyes dark with lust and something deeper.
"Chuuya...let me make it right." He murmured, nipping at the redhead's collarbone before trailing lower. He pushed Chuuya's thighs apart, settling between them, his breath hot against the bulge straining in Chuuya's pants. With a swift tug, he unzipped them, pulling the pants and underwear down in one motion. Chuuya's cock bobbed free, flushed and throbbing, the head slick with arousal. It wasn't small but still not nearly as big as Dazai's.
Without waiting for anything, Dazai leaned in, taking Chuuya into his mouth. His lips closed around the shaft, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks. Chuuya's hips bucked involuntarily, a curse spilling from his lips as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Dazai's hand joined in, pumping the base while his mouth worked the rest. The wet sounds filled the room, mingling with Chuuya's ragged breaths and the distant hum of the city outside.
"Shit...you're too good at this." Chuuya panted, his free hand clutching the couch arm, knuckles white. He thrust shallowly into Dazai's mouth, chasing the heat, but Dazai wasn't one to just take. He liked being in control and he was more than eager to claim back what was his. That fierce, bratty, annoying, but pretty redhead was his to take. Pulling off with a wet pop he flipped them with surprising strength, pinning Chuuya beneath him, shirt rumpled, pants around his ankles, cock standing proud against his stomach. The redhead squealed in surprise. He was so close but the bastard stopped! Chuuya really hated that man. He hated him so much but he couldn't take his eyes off Dazai's dick. His mouth watered at the sight.
Fuckk. He wanted it badly. Wanted it inside. He didn't even care if Dazai would take him raw at this point.
And probably it was fucking weird for someone like him being into bottoming but it's not like Chuuya decided that. Really it wasn't his fault. Maybe it was because he was normally dominating and had always control that at some point it started to be tiring. The redhead found out he likes giving that control to Dazai when they were like that. He hated being vulnerable, but somehow he didn't mind it with the brunet. Anyone else would never get to see this sight of Chuuya, but Dazai was special. It wasn't even like the detective asked him to do it or anything like that. He didn't have to ask because Chuuya didn't mind it at all.
Dazai, on the other hand was into control in bed. Normally Dazai was composed and calm, but it was a whole different story when he had sex. He was wild, dirty, sadistical even..
The first time they did it, of course the redhead didn't feel exactly comfortable with Dazai opening him with his fingers and pushing his dick inside him, but the second time was so much better. And getting used to being out of control was terrifying at first, but then surprisingly comforting to Chuuya. He can catch a break for once and it's nice. Kinda like when he uses corruption and then takes a nap. The thing is..having sex with Dazai is safe and comfortable even if the bastard is a dick and Chuuya absolutely hates him.
Dazai straddled him, grinding down so their erections slid together, slick with spit and pre-cum. The friction drew groans from both of them, Chuuya's hands gripping Dazai's hips hard enough to bruise.
"More." Chuuya demanded, voice rough, pulling Dazai into another bruising kiss. Their tongues battled, tasting wine and salt from earlier tears, as Dazai reached between them, aligning their cocks and stroking them in frenzy. The pressure built fast, too fast, but Dazai slowed, wanting to draw it out, to savor it. Chuuya moaned uncontrollably from the friction. He could get off like that, but he wanted more and he could tell Dazai felt that too.
Dazai broke the kiss and grabbed Chuuya by the hair, attacking his neck now. He licked the soft skin and sucked an angry bruise there for everyone to see. He then moved lower and did the same thing, another pink bruise formed on the redhead's body. Dazai smirked when he noticed how Chuuya's breath hitched when he sucked a particularly dark bruise on his pulse point. The mafioso whimpered, embarassed, but still he guided Dazai, encouraging him to leave more marks. He liked it. He liked being marked by him, feeling like he belonged to Dazai. He wasn't anyone's property, but he loved the feeling of Dazai's lips on his skin. Kissing was good but when the brunet sucked on his skin it felt like heaven. So Dazai trailed down a path of hot kisses followed by numerous hickeys until he reached small hardened pink nipples. The suicidal maniac swore under his breath before he took one to mouth and sucked on it aggresively. Chuuya's lips parted in silent scream.
He wanted Dazai to never stop. He could just come from that. His nipples were sensitive and it didn't take much to excite Chuuya. His brain was slowly turning to a soft jelly.
The taller man breathed on the now wet hard nub and then kissed it. Then he grabbed the lube from the side table, knowing damn well where Chuuya kept it.
“Fucking yourself with just fingers is not so fun, right Chuuya?” He said lowly, coating his fingers in cold liquid before warming it up in his hands and pressing one digit against Chuuya's twitching entrance. The redhead tensed, hissing at the cold feeling.
“S-shut up! Don't mention that you fucker!” The redhead retorted, feeling as his cheeks burned angrily red. He wanted to fucking die on the spot. This was too humiliating!
“Oh yeah? That fucker is about to finger your needy little-” Chuuya finally snapped. He couldn't listen to this moron any longer. He would rather die.
“You bastard! Don't say it like that or I'm going to kill you!”
The brunet snickered quietly, but he stopped. He decided to not tease anymore the redhead or the chibi would probably combust right there.
“You really can't take compliments, huh? I just wanted to say Chuuya is pretty when he's so desperate~”
“Who's desperate?!” Chuuya sent the bastard another death glare, but Dazai wasn’t impressed at all.
“Who? Now who can it be? Probably a certain small slug, looking at me with those big blue eyes!” Dazai said casually, his innocent smile in place, but his fingers were moving. One finger was brushing softly at his entrance, just touching, but this alone made Chuuya flinch.
Oh he was so sensitive there. Dazai knew him all too well.
Keep looking at the pretty redhead, he put just a little more pressure to his touch. Not pushing inside yet, just teasing…
But Chuuya responded to that too. He moaned softly, barely audible, but Dazai heard him. The detective kissed the inside of his thigh before he started circling his tight entrance with two fingers at once, and then pushed the first one inside. Chuuya gasped, spreading his legs more on instinct.
“How long has it been since we last did it?” Dazai asked casually, thrusting his finger back and forth onto the tight heat. Chuuya gripped the leather couch beneath him, breathing rapidly. His body as honest as ever, accepting the intrusion with ease.
“I-I don't know-ngh!” Chuuya moaned before he could answer. Dazai's long finger brushed against his sweet spot and Chuuya was already starting to feel completely lost. He was melting.
“Well it doesn't matter because tonight we're gonna do it until you're gonna forget your own name, hatrack.” The enforcer shivered when he heard that. Dazai's voice was low and dangerous and it was doing something to Chuuya.
Oh fuck he loved that.
“But then again, you don't need to remember it. The only name that will fall from those loud lips will be mine afterall.” Dazai stated with confidence. He now added a second finger and began thrusting them, picking up the pace. His fingers went in and out of the clenching hole, making wet sounds in its wake. Chuuya's grip on the coach turned more desperate and he sounded more needy now. At some point he started pushing his hips up to get those fingers deeper. The redhead bit his lip when sparks of pleasure ignited inside him. Dazai's fingers were now touching that sweet spot almost every time and when the brunet finally added a third finger, well...Chuuya was done for.
“F-fuck! T-there! Right there! Mngh~!” He mewled uncontrollably when his whole body was shaking from intense pleasure. It was driving him insane. Those long fingers thrusting inside him, imitating how Dazai would fuck him with his cock. Chuuya pushed himself up on his elbows, shaking a little. He reached for Dazai, gripping his shoulders and kissed him hard. Dazai kissed back just with as much intensity, but he never stopped fucking the redhead with his fingers. If anything, he picked up the pace even more. Thrusting deeper than before, reaching for the most hidden spot before twisting them in just the right way, and Chuuya was now moaning to the kiss. But he didn't stop kissing Dazai. No, his kisses grew more desperate, more addictive. All while he moved his hips back and forth to take those fingers better. His thighs were trembling violently and his fingers were clutching to Dazai's shirt for dear life.
“Ngh!~ D-dazai…more, i need more-fuck!” The mafioso broke the kiss again, his lips were now glistening with saliva and his eyes were almost teary. He looked completely fucked out and Dazai only used his fingers.
“I know what you need, Chuuya. Beg me for it. Let me hear you, come on…” Dazai said darkly. His voice was pure poison and it affected Chuuya way too much.
“N-no not doing that hngh..”
“If you do that, I will thrust my cock into that wet heat faster, no more teasing. I know you want it badly. Beg for it and I will give it to you.” Dazai promised, punctuating his statement with a rough deep thrusts straight to the redhead's prostate, but still it wasn't enough and Chuuya finally broke.
“Please put your cock inside. Dazai, fuck do it. I need more, i need it inside. I want you so fucking bad!”
Hearing those words, Dazai’s breath quickened. Even if he manipulated the pipsqueak to say that, still it was arousing as fuck. And Dazai was just a man, no matter how controlled and composed. Still a man.
“Fuck, Chuuya..” Dazai cursed silently under his breath before he coated his own cock in some lube. He gave it a few good pumps, moaning at the contact. Chuuya was impatient. He was eyeing his cock with hungry eyes.
“Do it, quickly...” Chuuya urged, pulling Dazai closer, legs wrapping around his waist. Dazai positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging Chuuya's sensitive hole, and pushed in with a steady roll of his hips. The tight heat enveloped him inch by inch, the redhead's walls clenching around his length until he was fully seated, balls pressed against Chuuya's ass. They both stilled, breathing hard, foreheads touching as the intensity sank in.
Then Dazai moved, pulling out halfway before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that was both rough and reclaiming. Chuuya met every thrust, clinging to Dazai like his life depended on it. The couch creaked under them, the slap of skin on skin echoing as sweat slicked their bodies. Dazai's muscles flexed with effort as he was fucking Chuuya like a man possessed. He missed that. Missed that fierce loud redhead.
"Harder... fuck. Dazai, don't stop," Chuuya begged, eyes locked on the brunet's, vulnerability raw in his gaze. Dazai obliged, angling to hit his prostate with each drive, watching Chuuya unravel, head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy. The sight was almost too much. At Some point the brunet leaned down and kissed Chuuya's bruised lips, pushing his tongue inside. Their kiss was sloppy and messy, but they didn't care. They were practically glued to each other, panting into each other's mouths. Chuuya moved his hands to Dazai's lower back, holding him by hips and pushing him to drive that cock deeper. When he succeeded, he arched his back lustfully and his eyes rolled onto the back of his head.
“You look beautiful like that, taking my cock so well. You were made for that.” Dazai admitted shamelessly, not taking his eyes off the redhead. Chuuya wanted to say something, but only moans poured from his lips so he said nothing. The detective’s gaze lingered lower, where they were connected. He watched with hunger as his cock was thrusting in and out of that tight pretty hole. With every thrust they were getting more and more drunk on that passion and desire. Each thrust opened Chuuya even more, stretching his walls wider.
A familiar feeling built inside Chuuya's belly. He was getting close. With desperate need he grabbed his own cock and started pumping it in sync with Dazai's rough thrusts to his prostate.
“‘m close, O-osamu~..” He whispered, moving his fist faster. His whole body was shaking and his head was thrashing from intense pleasure. His heart was racing and he felt as if he was floating. Just a few more thrusts. Just a few more.
His hand was moving up and down in desperate strokes until he finally came with a choked cry. His ass tightening like a vice around Dazai’s cock. The cum painted his hand, chest and belly. Chuuya shook like a leaf after intense orgasm, but Dazai wasn’t done.
The redhead mewled, feeling oversensitive now. His thighs hurt from how hard they clung to Dazai and his lower back was killing him. Even so, the brunet aimed for his sweet spot with every rough thrust, forcing from Chuuya needy whines and pleas. Dazai leaned down to kiss the redhead again, practically devouring his mouth as his hips were moving back and forth. Chuuya kissed him back weakly. He lay there, taking whatever Dazai gave him, feeling completely exhausted.
Dazai groaned, getting close to his release. His thrusts grew more desperate and his breathing was uneven. The sweat covered his body and his muscles tensed. Finally with a last brutal thrust, Dazai came inside him, burying deep as he flooded Chuuya's insides with hot cum. They rode it out, bodies shuddering, until Dazai collapsed onto Chuuya's chest, spent and sated. In the quiet aftermath, Chuuya's arms wrapped around him, holding tight as if afraid he'd vanish.
"Partners." Dazai whispered against his hair, the word no longer empty, but a bridge rebuilt. Chuuya nodded, tears pricking his eyes again, but this time from relief.