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“Why did you do that?” Chuuya questioned as soon as they entered the Port Mafia's headquarters.
Dazai and him were currently on their way back from a mission where they were supposed to negotiate with a smaller gang and coax them into disclosing the truth. A while ago, Port Mafia became suspicious about one of their own members being a mole who was selling the information to the other party, but as they weren’t able to discover who exactly it was, Mori issued an order for the two of them to go and try cajoling them.
While Chuuya was supposed to stall the rest of the members by playing poker with them in the basement, Dazai was to retrieve information from their leader in her office. If the situation was to escalate, the reinforcements were lurking in the vicinity, hidden properly from the other party whilst waiting for the duo’s emergency signal.
Fortunately, all went well and they weren’t in need to pull a plan B, successfully finishing the job on their own.
However, as they were preparing to hop onto Chuuya’s motorcycle to go back, while Dazai was putting on a helmet, Chuuya spotted a mark on his neck.
Suddenly sullen, he became silent, not uttering a word while they were on the road.
But as they ultimately arrived, placing their feet on mafia’s grounds, he decided to finally open his mouth.
“Do what?” Dazai asked as they walked down the hallway, shoulder to shoulder.
In a hushed voice, Chuuya grumbled. “You know what I’m talking about, Dazai.”
After a few moments, an enigmatic smile curled his lips, as he replied in a nonchalant manner, “Ah, that… She was offering herself to me. It’s not my fault.”
Lowering his voice even more, Chuuya asked, “Did you sleep with her?”
Silence.
Eventually, Dazai admitted while looking straight ahead, “Yes, I did.”
Voice gruff, as if he was struggling to suppress the emotion, Chuuya inquired, “Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’, Chuuya?” Dazai chuckled, as they swerved a corner. “It had to be done in order to obtain information.”
The other’s tone grew louder, as he harshly voiced out, “Yes, but I think that you could’ve found another way to force it out of her. You didn’t have to–“
“Are you seriously being jealous right now?” Dazai interrupted him, suddenly straight-faced, his tone losing the humorous note.
At those words, Chuuya gnashed his teeth. “Shut your trap. I’m not.”
“Yeah, right. Yet you keep raging at me,” Dazai muttered. “What's with the jealousy, anyway? It’s not like we’re together. We just mess around occasionally.”
A few seconds passed with no one saying a word. The ginger man then toned his voice down, as he retorted, “I know that. You don’t have to keep reminding me all the time.”
In contrast to his vexed state, Dazai was utterly calm. “Well, it seems that I actually have to, since you’re acting like this right now.”
Chuuya abruptly halted his steps, watching him with strange perplexity. At last, his face was creased with a deep scowl, as he spat furiously, “You’re such a dickhead, I swear.”
Albeit, Dazai wasn’t moved by the insult in the least. Contrary to that, his face was serene as he offhandedly said, “Eh, you’re not better either.”
Chuuya was instantly outraged. “You…!!! How dare you–“
“What are you two doing here, arguing so loudly?”
Out of nowhere, Kouyou appeared in the hallway, interrupting their fight.
She wore a look of disapproval, peering at them through narrowed eyes.
“Ane-san,” they both regarded, stopping with the quarrel altogether and turning to her.
Staring at them with suspicion written all over her face, she was quiet for a moment. Eventually, she uttered, “Chuuya, we have some work to do, can you come with me?”
Furrowing his eyebrows lightly, the ginger replied, “Sure.”
With that, he turned on his heel, casting Dazai one last glare over his shoulder, and swiftly walked away.
Looking after his disappearing figure, the sly smile from earlier reemerged, quirking his lips once again.
With Chuuya’s angry expression on his mind, he strolled in the opposite direction.
***
Ringing the bell of Chuuya’s apartment, Dazai stood before the door, waiting for the other to open up.
As he was only met with silence at first, he rang once again, shifting his gaze to his shoes.
In the end, the door was unlocked and cracked ajar, making him instantly raise his look.
A pair of piercing eyes was shooting daggers at him, burning with murderous intent.
“What do you want?” Chuuya said gravely.
Dazai gave him a gentle smile. “Can I come in?”
With a glower, the other huffed in sheer annoyance, “On what basis do you think I’m willing to let you inside?”
Shoulders drooping dispiritedly at those words, he replied in a soft voice, “Come on, Chuuya. Don’t be like that.”
“Like what?”
“I didn’t think you would sulk for days because of that thing the other day.” He placed the hand against the doorframe, gazing at Chuuya’s stern eyes.
The other responded, “I’m not sulking. I just don’t wanna see your face right now. Why is that so hard for you to comprehend?”
“Okay, but give me the real reason why,” Dazai required.
With a sour face, Chuuya proceeded to spit out viciously, “I just hate it so much I want to punch it every time it appears in front of me.”
That statement made Dazai snicker. “I think you’re lying, though. You don’t actually disdain it. On contrary, you love it very much.”
He watched as Chuuya’s brows knitted even lower when he chirped, “You see, I still can’t forget that one time, when in the midst of everything you admitted that just one look at my face makes you cu–“
Chuuya quickly cut him off, however, before he was able to pronounce those words out loud.
“SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT!!”
He yelled and opening the door wide, seized him by the collar, and hastily dragged him inside.
In an instant, he slammed the door close and crossed his arms over his chest. He asked with a sneer, “Hurry up and say what you want. I don’t have all day.”
A huge grin adorned Dazai’s lips when he was finally granted a chance to convey the good news. “The traitor that sold us out has been caught. With the help of the truth we uncovered the other day–“
“You mean you were the one who uncovered it,” Chuuya corrected.
Pursing his lips, Dazai glanced at him with narrowed eyes, until he groused, “Okay, me.” A moment later, the gleeful smile returned to his face and he continued enthusiastically, “Anyways, those information were crucial in catching the culprit. And now, he is currently being tortured before he gets eradicated. Isn’t that the ending we were hoping for?”
He grinned, gazing at Chuuya’s unimpressed face. As the other watched him, completely unperturbed, he tried to maintain the smile, blinking at him rapidly while waiting for his reply.
“What do you want me to say?” Chuuya grouched at his expectant look. “Congratulations? Good job?”
Shoulders drooping once again, Dazai was utterly dejected. “Well, at least show some emotion. It’s a victory for us, yet you don’t look pleased at all.”
The other’s expression remained indifferent. “That’s because you expect me to praise you. And I won’t.”
“Oh, come onnn…” Dazai whined. “My performance was truly satisfactory, though.” With a small smile, he suddenly inched closer, as he said, “Hm? Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” Chuuya mumbled, as Dazai kept going forward, making him stagger backwards, until he was entirely pressed against the wall.
Dazai gazed down at him with a mischievous glint in his eye that didn’t match the softness of his words. “Tell me that I did well. I need you to say it.”
The other frowned. “Why are you so adamant about being commended all the time?”
Voice dropping an octave, Dazai murmured tenderly, “That’s only when I’m with you.”
At last, Chuuya let out a sigh whilst shaking his head. “I still don’t understand what was so tough in seducing someone in order to dig stuff out. As if I don’t know that is your specialty anyway. What is there for me to praise when you practically didn’t even lift a finger?”
Without warning, Dazai went down on his knees, glancing up at him with innocent eyes. “Please. I know I’m guilty, I just… I need that right now.” His look turned pleading. “Punish me if you want. Just do anything other than shoo me away.”
Chuuya was silently meeting his gaze, eyebrows tightly scrunched up. Dazai gulped in anticipation, waiting for him to make up his mind. Eventually, Chuuya inhaled through gritted teeth and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him on his feet. Without a word, he began dragging him towards the bedroom.
As they entered, Dazai was roughly pushed on the bed, as Chuuya promptly ordered, “Strip. I want your upper body completely bare. Don’t take off your pants yet.”
As he went to retrieve all the necessities they would soon need, Dazai obeyed and took off the shirt and tie, discarding them on the side.
When Chuuya returned, he was holding a box in his hands. Prying it open, he first fished out a black leather collar with a leash attached to it.
Dazai’s lower area stirred at the sight, but when Chuuya fastened it around his throat, he remained silent.
As he tugged on it, Dazai was forced to stand up when the other strolled to the armchair in the corner and sat down. “On your knees.”
Dazai listened and kneeled in front of him, looking up with big eyes.
Chuuya was watching him intently, and then went to open a drawer on the side, pulling out a gun.
Catching a glimpse of the firearm, his eyes suddenly dilated in shock. “Ch–Chuuya… I’m–“
“Shut up. You’re not allowed to talk,” he cut him off, making Dazai instantly shut his mouth.
As the leash was tugged, Dazai’s head flew backwards, his neck craning from the force. Soon, the metal muzzle was traced from his collarbone, across his neck, making him quiver and close his eyes, tingles traveling through his whole body.
Chuuya continued trailing it from under his ear, along his jawline, until it landed on his lips.
“Open up and suck,” he demanded in a stern voice.
Swallowing hard, Dazai obediently parted his lips, allowing the other to push the gun inside. Right away, he began sucking on the barrel as hard as he could.
As his head was forced to remain in that position, his neck started aching very soon, but he wasn’t able to even complain. Suddenly, Chuuya pushed the object deeper, making him gag and choke, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
A soft whine rumbled in his throat, the reflex to spit it out too strong. The metal taste on his tongue mixed with the bitterness of the gunpowder, left him completely dizzy.
“Quit whining and endure. Don’t be such a brat all the time,” Chuuya rebuked.
He listened and gathered all his willpower to persevere until the other was satisfied.
Eventually, the gun was pulled out and a cough after cough ripped through his throat, as the air was finally able to freely flow into his lungs.
However, the collar was tugged once again, making him instantly straighten his back, as he fought to keep breathing normally.
As Chuuya shifted on his seat, edging closer, he gripped his head, shoving it onto his crotch and said, “Show me what that foul mouth of yours can do. Hurry up.”
Slowly, Dazai bent down to place a kiss on the other’s hardened length through his pants, parting his lips to gently mouth on it.
Listening closely for Chuuya’s reactions, he heard the quickening of his breaths as they turned irregular.
Soon enough, the other unbuckled and unzipped his pants and instantly after pushed down Dazai’s head yet again. “You know what to do.”
As Chuuya pulled out his hard-on, Dazai gave it a swipe with his tongue, from the root to the tip and then slowly took him in his mouth.
At that, the other man inhaled sharply, breathing turning uneven and shallow.
Swirling his tongue around the tip, he swallowed him deeper, already without a breath when it touched the back of his throat.
As he sucked hard, the other let out a low moan and he felt a harsh tug on the collar, making his already scant airflow even more limited.
Placing the hands on Chuuya’s thighs, he tried to do anything he could to breathe through his nose in order to not suffocate.
“Hands off,” Chuuya however retorted. “You’re not allowed to touch me. Use only your mouth.”
Hastily, he removed his hands as if he had been burned.
He proceeded to bob his head up and down, until Chuuya didn’t take a firm grip of it, holding it in place and began ramming himself fast. Sighs of pleasure were escaping his lips whilst the other only endured the harsh treatment without a single complaint.
Shortly after, he pulled out, reaching out to wipe a string of precum from Dazai’s lips.
“Good boy. You did so well,” he praised, making Dazai’s heart lurch and sway in his chest. “I like when you’re this obedient.”
As he stood up, Dazai was pulled to the bed again and thrown down.
“Take your pants off.”
The other naturally listened to his order and stripped everything in one go, becoming completely nude.
From the box, Chuuya retrieved a metal spreader bar and went to fasten them around both Dazai’s wrists and ankles, making his legs spread wide while they were slightly lifted into the air, all while completely immobile.
Then he took the blindfold, covering Dazai’s eyes. As soon as everything went black, his other senses sharpened, making his skin erupt in goosebumps with anticipation.
He heard Chuuya rummaging through the toys in the box and slightly flinched as he felt his lower parts suddenly being grasped, and something enclosed around the root of his length.
Recognizing it as a cock ring, he already wanted to shout in protest. But, not wanting to disobey Chuuya’s orders, he kept quiet.
A cold substance was squeezed onto his entrance and he jolted in surprise, gasping loudly.
Immediately after, a finger started circling around the rim and a strangled moan escaped his lips when the same finger prodded inside.
While slowly going in and out, Dazai furrowed his eyebrows, craving for even more stimulation. He tried pushing himself onto the digit, but Chuuya rebuked harshly, “What are you doing? Be good and stay still or I’ll halt my movements altogether.”
So he just whimpered pathetically and suppressed the urge to buckle his hips upwards.
One finger soon became two and in the end, three fingers were stretching him open, making his head spin when they brushed against the sweet spot inside.
Loud moans were filling the previously quiet room and when Chuuya’s other hand clasped his cock, giving it a few quick pumps, the pleasure was already nearing its peak. Feeling like he was going to burst, Dazai cried out, but the immense frustration soon flooded him as the coveted climax never came.
The ring was preventing him to orgasm, and he could merely whine in misery as he lay completely powerless.
All of a sudden, the stimulation stopped when the fingers were abruptly pulled out and he only panted heavily, trying to recover whilst waiting for the other to proceed with the next step.
He flinched again when there was a gentle nudge at his tip, and as he instantly knew what it was, he opened his mouth to hurriedly speak up, “Chuuya… Please… I don’t think I’ll be able to withstand…”
But the other only snickered derisively. “Oh, you will. Every time you protest in fright like a wimp, but in the end take it so well.”
Dazai wished to complain further, but didn’t have the chance, as a steel urethral sound prodded into the narrow canal. He was sweating bullets whilst it slid deeper inside, discomfort and slight pain making him lightheaded.
At last, when all of it was in, Chuuya left him for a moment, returning a few seconds later.
Suddenly, something was pressed against his entrance, and without warning thrust inside, making him let out a loud groan.
As Chuuya pressed the switch, it started vibrating, sending waves of shock through Dazai’s body.
The vibrator was rubbing directly against his prostate, making him see stars. The pleasure that was building up, but didn’t have a way to be released, made him experience wild tremors and the tears soon started rolling down his temples.
Veins popping on his neck and forehead, he sobbed out loud, “Chuuya… I can’t… Please…”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut your trap?” he spat out, gripping Dazai’s jaw so tightly that it began to hurt.
That action made the latter cease his complaints and only continue letting out whiny moans, as the pressure threatened to split him in half.
As his lower parts were being mercilessly abused, his nipples were traced with something cold but soft.
He flinched at the sudden touch, but soon enough the unnamed object was replaced by something wet and warm.
Moving his bandages aside, Chuuya’s was teasingly swiping over both of them with his tongue and when he gently grazed them with his teeth, Dazai’s back arched at the sensation.
Not long after, the switch was turned off and the vibrator pulled out, making him sigh in relief, but at the same time, yearn for more.
He was already painfully hard, feeling as if the release was only a step away but he couldn’t quite reach it, no matter how great of an effort he made.
His jaw was seized again. “Open up,” Chuuya said, and he immediately did as told, not knowing what to expect.
His mouth was stuffed with a bunch of soft spherical things that resembled some kind of fruit.
“Chew,” the other ordered again and he hesitantly bit into it, only to confirm that it was certainly a fruit.
And sour cherry at that.
As Chuuya stuffed a mouthful of them, it was difficult for Dazai to swallow all at once, so a little bit of juice started flowing out of his mouth, dribbling down his cheeks.
The other man bent down and with a swipe of his tongue licked it clean, making Dazai gulp when his warm breath fanned over his chin.
When he finally swallowed them, he automatically opened his mouth for more.
His actions made Chuuya let out a chuckle. “So insatiable. Such a greedy dog you are.”
Much to Dazai’s dismay, he didn’t get more cherries, so he dejectedly closed his mouth once again.
All of a sudden, the rustle of clothes was heard, and then came the sound of something being ripped open. The movements continued for a while and then his thighs were clutched, whole body being pulled downwards. He wanted to question other’s actions, when suddenly something was pressed against his rear entrance once again.
As soon as the tip of the object was in, Dazai instantly knew what it was from the shape and size.
As Chuuya’s hands grasped his ankles, he thrust inside, filling him to the brim.
Not waiting for the other to adjust, he began aggressively slamming his hips against Dazai’s backside, his pace instantly unrelenting.
Dazai was sobbing and crying out loud when Chuuya brushed against that spot that made him reach highs that he never knew existed. The pleasure came back with double the intensity, and he was seriously about to lose voice with how incessant and loud his cries were.
With each brutal shove, they were rising in pitch, coming out utterly whiny and needy.
Chuuya tutted. “You’re being too loud.”
Suddenly, Dazai’s face was covered with something that he instantaneously recognized as a hat. As his mouth and nose were obstructed, he couldn’t even breathe properly, head beginning to spin from the lack of oxygen.
Chuuya merely snickered whilst proceeding with the fervent and exceedingly hard snaps of his hips. “I prefer you like this. Completely at my mercy... Not able to even speak, let alone look at me with those devilish eyes of yours…”
Due to his unnatural position, Dazai’s arms and legs were already aching and screaming to be stretched out as soon as possible.
A few seconds later, the hat was lifted to allow him to draw several breaths, before being pressed onto his face yet again.
All he saw was black, and all he felt was immense and never-ending pleasure. It was like he was going to be suffocated to death, while his lower area was tormented without cease and if it wasn’t to release very soon, he was certainly going to explode.
However, Chuuya then lifted the hat, allowing him to breathe freely and suddenly pulled out.
While he untied his hands which made him exhale in relief, Dazai’s legs still remained shackled and spread wide.
Before he was able to question anything, he was turned over, his bottom now in the air.
The blindfold was finally unfastened and yanked off, making him blink rapidly and narrow his eyes in order to decrease the amount of light that seeped into his pupils so suddenly.
Chuuya then reentered, plunging deep, as he gripped his hips firmly and proceeded with relentless pounding.
Fucking him ceaselessly, he grasped the leash and as it was tugged violently, Dazai’s head snapped backwards.
Tears were continuously coming, spilling out of his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, now seriously at his limit.
Chuuya’s taut voice sounded from behind, while he pulled at the leash, not allowing Dazai’s head to fall back. “You want me to praise you, but for what?” He panted, breath stuttering, but managed to squeeze out, “For being a bastard who sleeps around because he can’t keep it in his pants?”
As his rhythm grew even more savage, he leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Huh?? Is that what you wish to be complimented for? Answer me.”
“No… No, it’s not.” He replied feebly, eyes rolling back as beads of sweat fell from his forehead onto the sheets beneath.
“Then what?? What is it that you want me to praise you for? Hm?” he demanded, never stopping to torture him with his thrusts.
“For… for doing a good job and… and for… being a good dog to you…” he voiced out with all the strength that was left in his body.
At that, the cock ring was taken off and the urethral sound pulled out. Chuuya took hold of his cock, stroking it fast and it wasn’t long before he let out a loud moan.
Suddenly, the orgasm that ripped through him came like a high tide, flooding all of his senses and setting his every nerve on fire.
His body went completely rigid, mind entirely blank, while the pleasure finally reached its peak, coming out of him in streams and painting the sheets white.
Tremors shook his body, and his every muscle trembled, as he supported himself with his hands on the bed, but when he finally lost all strength he plopped down, falling face first into the pillow.
But Chuuya wasn’t done. His hands roughly grabbed his hips, pace growing frantic, as he chased his own release. Dazai was already overstimulated, and the other’s vicious thrusts were starting to feel painful, but as he didn’t have any strength nor will to escape, he continued to lie there unmoving, until Chuuya didn’t decide to pull out and flipped him over once again.
Taking the condom off, he drew near Dazai’s face and the latter knew what he was supposed to do.
Opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, he waited patiently. With quick movements, Chuuya pumped himself and, not long after, tensed as his body stiffened.
Low sound rumbled in his throat, as he spurted warm cum all over Dazai’s face, some of it even sticking to his eyelashes and hair.
Gulping down what had got in his mouth, Dazai reached out his hand to wipe the substance off his eyes and leaned in to lick the remnants of it from Chuuya’s cock.
Breaths heavy, the latter was standing in front of him, watching him for a few moments with an ambiguous expression. Ultimately he went and finally set Dazai’s legs free.
After cleaning and washing up, they were dressing themselves in silence.
Contemplating for a while, Dazai suddenly decided to speak up. “I didn’t sleep with her.”
Those words made Chuuya pause and turn to look at him with raised eyebrows. “What?”
“I said, I didn’t sleep with that woman the other day,” he repeated, buttoning up his shirt.
The other man frowned, as he replied, “Are you fucking with me again?”
Dazai shook his head. “No. I’m dead serious.”
Chuuya was quiet for a while, the crease on his forehead deepening, until he finally said, “Then why did you tell me otherwise?”
Pursing his lips, the other confessed truthfully, “I only wanted to see you jealous.”
Silence descended once again.
Dazai gazed as Chuuya pinched the bridge of his nose and not uttered a word while he was massaging it, looking as if he was desperately trying to calm down.
With hands on his hips, in the end he looked at him and responded calmly, “What was that hickey on your neck about then?”
Scratching his nape, Dazai said, “There was a little something at first in order to coax her, I have to admit, but I didn’t exactly sleep with her. Actually, I don’t think she would’ve divulged anything if I hadn’t offered that the mafia would provide a compensation for it.”
A few moments later, Chuuya let out a sigh, shaking his head. “So this whole charade of yours was on purpose?”
“Yeah,” the other bashfully admitted. With a grin, he said, “The best sex with you is when you’re angry.”
Clicking his tongue, Chuuya responded, “You truly have no shame.”
Dazai chuckled. “I know.”
All of a sudden, Chuuya inched closer, making him stagger back, until he fell on the bed with a plop.
The other proceeded to climb on top, as he straddled his hips and bent down.
“What are you do–“
A broken moan interrupted his speech, as soft lips brushed his neck and right away the skin there was sucked in, making all of his blood rush south at the sensation.
Chuuya then raised his head, eyes fixed on the fresh hickey he had just made. “Now we can talk,” he beamed, pleased with himself.
“Seriously?” Dazai asked with a grin. “You really had to cover it with a new one?”
Chuuya quirked a corner of his lips. “What can I say? I am one petty bastard.”
He was ready to get up, but Dazai gripped his arm, making the other pause and shoot him a look. “What is it?”
Seizing his collar, Dazai yanked him towards himself and the other’s eyes dilated in surprise when their faces were only an inch from one another.
Suddenly, he cupped his cheek and raised his head, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
When he pulled away, Chuuya was staring at him with wide eyes, astonishment evident on his features. “What was that for?” he questioned, appearing a little apprehensive.
“Thank you.” Dazai smiled fondly.
Chuuya’s eyebrows shot up. “For what?”
“For granting my wish. And now–“
He swiftly flipped them over, grinning hugely at Chuuya’s stunned expression. Promptly, he finished his sentence, “I’m gonna grant yours.”
Pecking his lips once, he said, “Let me dispel your fears and show you how much I actually care.”
Thus, he leaned down and kept his word.
And when their lips locked in a passionate kiss, Chuuya didn’t protest.
He allowed the other to handle him delicately, with each tender touch dispersing his concerns and letting him realize that the only person that managed to fill the hollowness of Dazai’s heart was no one else but him.