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"Guesswo's drunk—!!!"
Chuuya slurred as Dazai opened the door to their apartment, only to be greeted by the redhead shoving his gaudy hat against his partner's chest.
"Ah...I'm guessing Chuuya..?"
"You guessed right—!"
The redhead then burst into maniacal laughter as he walked into the apartment and kicked off his shoes. He barely managed to get his overcoat off his shoulders before leaning against the wall beside the coat stand in a fit of giggles. Dazai sighed, watching as his older counterpart then proceeded to slowly slide down the wall, breathless from his mirth before he slumped into a small, cackling pile.
It's Friday night. Dazai just got back from a mission. He hadn't seen Chuuya in months
He hadn't changed much, from what Dazai could tell. Still short. Loud. Beautiful.
"Fuck...HAHAHhha god damn...."
Chuuya prattled on, voice muffled as he tried to get himself to stand up again, Dazai patiently pulling off his overcoat and hanging it up for him. The brunette simply looked over his partner, limbs now useless. He sighed softly, cursing beneath his breath before scooping up Chuuya in his arms, dragging him towards the couch.
He reeked of liquor.
"Chuuya...how much did you even drink today..."
Chuuya was no light weight. This Dazai knew, so a lot of drinking had to be done for him to be pissed out of his skull like that. The redhead simply snorted at the rhetorical question and looked towards Dazai, denim eyes unfocused.
"Hmm...do ya wanna take another guess...? You're smart.."
Chuuya hummed, a gloved hand sliding across the couch to hold into Dazai's. The brunette kept his eyes on Chuuya, watching his expression as he rubbed Dazai's knuckles under his fingertips. Chuuya's blue eyes shimmered under the dim fluorescence of their dingy apartment as he looked down to their hands, thick lashes casting shadows across his flushed face. His lips then curled into a smirk and he looked up hazily, a small crack in his voice betraying him.
"I missed you..."
Chuuya's voice is soft, almost incoherent. The hand he was holding gently gave his gloved one a squeeze.
"Sorry...I know its been a long time..."
Dazai said relatively clearly, removing Chuuya's gloves and bringing his hand to his lips. Chuuya's knuckles were freshly bloodied and bruised, even a small split across his index finger's knuckle. Dazai dragged his lips across the red surface, feeling Chuuya tremble slightly in pain.
"A whole fuckin' year..."
"Yeah...I know, Chuuya..."
"You're a prick..."
Chuuya whispered, chastising half heartedly as a strange expression of contrite washed across Dazai's usual upbeat features. Chuuya didn't like Dazai's usual face, but he disliked this one more.
"I'm sorry..."
There was a space of silence, Dazai gently pressing Chuuya's battered hand to his cheek. He closed his eyes as he felt the redhead caress his face, a thumb brushing past the bags inked beneath his eyes. Chuuya could feel the warmth seeping through his skin from the point in contact and he breathed out slowly. Dazai was here.
The younger brunette savoured the feeling of Chuuya's slim digits brushing past his nose, lips, jaw. It was no secret between them that they both decided that alcohol was necessary to prevent themselves from pissing the each other off after meeting for the first time in about a year. Chuuya knew that if he didn't drink Dazai wouldn't be breathing after the redhead was done bashing him up for leaving without a word. Dazai was just a bundle of nerves upon his return, and was admittedly not the most sober person ever, having had quite a few drinks to calm himself before coming here (picking open the lock to their apartment, having lost the key a long time ago.)
He was honestly uncertain if Chuuya would even let him back into his life.
"Hey, Chuuya..."
"Mmm..?"
Dazai leaned up, gently pressing his lips against Chuuya's. The shorter man tasted like whiskey and bad decisions, and his hair smelt like smoke and adrenaline. His lips were a sickeningly familiar warmth, and Dazai shuddered. Those pale blue eyes fluttered shut, breathing slowed as he let Dazai take control, trying his best to respond to the kisses despite his lack of finesse due to intoxication. Dazai had trailed a bandaged hand through Chuuya's mussed, russet locks and slowly pressed his tongue between Chuuya's lips, inviting himself into the warmth as the redhead gave a soft groan of approval.
Everything was perfect.
"Fuck...lemme breathe..."
Chuuya mumbled against Dazai's lips as he pulled away slowly after a few seconds, breathing laboured as he looked back into the muddy brown eyes of his partner. Dazai had slid a hand against Chuuya's thigh at this point, and his gaze was predatory. He was patient, but Chuuya could tell it was running thin. The redhead swallowed tentatively before pulling Dazai close yet again by his lapels, their lips slotting together like jigsaw pieces. Dazai may or may not have had too much to drink before, because his actions were brash, movements uncoordinated as he pressed a hand to Chuuya's groin and caressed his Lover's lithe hips with the other. The redhead gave a shallow moan, bare hands sliping to latch around Dazai's neck, fingers playing with the small strands of hair down the back of it as he tugged his lover closer.
God
Dazai smelt like antiseptic and ash, tasted like cheap liquor and fragmented memories. Chuuya didn't care. Everything was warm and fuzzy and Dazai was touching him in all the right places, moving his lips against Chuuya's at a perfect pace. Slow heated, they melted against one another, until they were both gasping for breath, eyes hooded, lips wet with each other's spit. Chuuya gulped, watching as Dazai unbuckled his belt for him and unbuttoned his slacks, pulling them off swiftly.
"Chuuya...were you lonely without me...?"
Dazai's voice was hoarse with need, yet smooth like honey as he pressed a lingering kiss to the side of Chuuya's neck. The redhead gasped, feeling Dazai's cold fingers dig right into his underwear and stroked his cock lazily.
"Ah...Shit— again with the stupid rhetorics..."
Chuuya groaned wantonly, blue eyes fluttering shut as his lover gave his length a slow tug upwards, drawing the breath out of him.
"I missed you, Chuuya..."
"Yeah...can tell..."
The redhead mumbled softly, proceeding to caress the growing tent in Dazai's slacks as the brunette clambered over him. The taller male gave a low groan, sending a shiver up every vertebrae of Chuuya's spine. Dazai's voice always set him off in more ways than one, and Chuuya had missed it so much.
"Aah...Fuck..hey...we still have work tomorrow..."
Chuuya stumbled as he felt Dazai sucking a mark under his jaw, teeth gnawing on his sensitive skin. The redhead gave a breathless groan as Dazai only responded by biting down slightly, marking him. It was strange, seeing a silent Dazai.
"...we're calling in sick..."
Dazai said softly against Chuuya's ear, using his free hand to tuck a stray strand of hair from Chuuya's face. The older man could only respond with a slight nod, shuddering as Dazai now pulled off his pants for him and unbuttoned his own.
He was always putty in Dazai's hands.
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"Haa...did you get waxed just for me...?"
Dazai hummed softly, the alcohol from before slowly getting to him, assimilating into his system. He gently gave Chuuya's ass a squeeze, licking his lips as he saw the bare entrance presented to him as he pulled the cheeks apart.
"....."
Chuuya only growled softly in response against the brunette's pelvis, planting random kisses across the expanse of his lower abdomen. But DazaI knew he was blushing.
"Shut up— unless you what me to bite your dick off...,"
Chuuya trailed fingers between Dazai's thighs, shuddering as he saw the prominent bulge in the younger man's underwear. He had missed this. He had missed the stimulation so much.
"Aha...fiesty as ever..."
Dazai's lips were warm against his entrance, tongue slick and vulgar as it violated him.
"Hhhnn..."
The redhead moaned softly as he slowly took the tip of Dazai's erect cock into his mouth, the Brunette's scent clouding his thoughts with lust. He recalled the times where they needed to do it, and they both were horny and filled with sexual tension. The knew that if the wanted work to get done, they had to first get off. And that's when Chuuya would get on his knees and service his lover. It could be in the bathroom, storage cabinet, or even in Dazai's office. They've done it so many times, but never once did they get caught.
"Haha...Chuuya...your hole is so cute...it's turning inside out already..."
Dazai mumbled against The small of his lover's back, two fingers impatiently pressing into the entrance. Chuuya made a lewd sound between a gasp and a moan, hips unstable as he pulled back from Dazai's cock and felt those long bony fingers penetrate him. He shuddered, as Dazai drew his digits in and out at an agonisingly slow pace, not to pleasure Chuuya but just to show how loose he was.
"You've been fucking some other guy while I was gone...haven't you?"
"N-no...hh-hya...Fuck...I haven't..."
Chuuya breathed out slowly, back arching as Dazai then shoved his fingers in deeply, pushing against Chuuya's prostate. He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to look over towards the brunette, not giving him the pleasure of seeing his flushed face. Everything was hot, Chuuya's eyes watering as his mind spun with pleasure and alcohol. He felt sick, In more ways than one.
"Mmm...but your ass is taking it nicely...see..i can put three fingers in already..."
"Hhh..."
"I didn't know you were such a slut Chuuya~"
"Hhaa..! I'm—I'm not...!"
At this point, the redhead was slowly losing conscious thought as Dazai Abused his prostate. His eyelids were heavy and he was a mess, lower half loose and body lax. He lay down partially on Dazai's body, with his hips raised slightly as Dazai continued to rim his hole with his tongue with flat even strokes, knowing it would do nothing but tease his lover. He shifted slightly as Dazai gradually plunged his tongue in, and Chuuya didn't care to rock his hips back despite the pleasure.
"....its all soft now...do you want me to put it in today...?"
Dazai suddenly asked, uncharacteristically considerate. Unfortunately Chuuya wasn't in the most capable state to make logical deductions that night and slowly turned around to face the man he loved.
"If ya don't put it in...ima do it myself..,"
Chuuya breathed out slowly as he leaned in yet again, tasting his own slick in Dazai's mouth as he kissed him deeply. He heard the younger man give a small grunt of approval, a hand moving to grab Chuuya's butt, positioning it above his bare cock.
"Fwahh...ha—hh..."
"Hha..damn...I'm too drunk to be doing this...."
Dazai groaned as a familiar dull ache slowly began to eat away at the corners of his mind. Rationality was out of the window at this point and every thing was warm. The ache was muted partially as he managed to aim and Chuuya sank down onto his length, back arched, lips parted in a soft moan of pleasure. He looked wonderful, and his ass was ever so compliant with the booze in his system.
"F-Fuck...hhha..."
"Its in baby..."
"Uugh..."
Chuuya gulped as he rested his body against Dazai's, his hips almost unwilling to move. His eyes were watering and he felt like death.
"Here...come on..move your hips a bit..."
"Hhha...no.."
"...here..I'll help you...don't be stubborn...,"
Dazai urged softly, holding on to Chuuya,'s waist and thigh to move him slightly. The redhead moaned like a needy Bitch in her heat, mouthing Dazai's name against his shoulder as he slowly began to move his hips on his own, feeling Dazai's cool fingers dig into his skin. Chuuya's eyes were half lidded, blue irises glistening like the ocean as he drew in a deep breath and kissed Dazai, their movements slow and sluggish. Their kisses were sloppy, Chuuya moaning lewdly as he grinded down on Dazai's aching member, feeling the thick shaft stretch out his entrance. It was good. Great sex. The chemistry between them was always exothermic as they drowned in each other. Dazai groaned deeply as he felt Chuuya scratch a hand down his back, his lips parted in a silent moan as Dazai thrusted upwards a little, deeper into his tight heat. Their eyes met, gazes unfocused. Love. Passion. Longing. Everything. Everything was drowned out by the alcohol.
It made it so much easier for Dazai to kiss Chuuya, to cradle him like a beautiful maiden as they eloped. It made it so much easier, for him to wrap his arms around the smaller male, who would gradually come apart, screaming Dazai's name breathlessly. It made it so much lovelier, when the usually silent Chuuya would open himself up like this, and just slide into the palm of his hand.
"Hha— Dazai...Dazai..."
Chuuya called, voice trembling with need as his erect cock stood between the both of them, leaking with precum. The brunette looked down briefly, lips curling into a vicious smile as he held on to the back of Chuuya's thighs and urged the smaller man to move more. The headache was slowly getting worse and he just wanted to drown himself in Chuuya. He was just drinking in the sight of him after All.
"Chuuya...are you gonna cum from just my dick...? "
"Shit...Hhha...stop.."
They spoke against each others lips, foreheads touching and noses brushing as Dazai tilted his chin up to catch Chuuya's lips in a series of small kisses. The younger man whined slightly in disapproval, sliding a hand across Dazai's chest to unbutton his vest and yank off his bolo tie. The brunette leaned in to nibble at The collar around Chuuya's neck, sliding his free hand up Chuuya's dress shirt to play with his perked nipples.
"B-bastard—hhha!"
Chuuya stumbled between a moan as Dazai suddenly tipped him over onto his back and kneeled between his thighs, impatiently kissing up Chuuyas bare legs as he thrusted slow and shallow at first.
"Sorry..I couldn't take it anymore..."
"Hhhah—Fuck—....aah..."
Chuuya gulped as Dazai thrusted deeper, movements not smooth in the least. The brunette gave a soft groan and leaned down to kiss his lover as he thrusted in at a faster pace, ravishing the way Chuuya squirmed and gasped for breath between kisses and moans. His russet hair was a tangled mess, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips as he threw his head back, and Dazai sucked passionately on his prominant jugular. He was so terrifyingly beautiful.
Their climax was a blurr of pleasure and burnt passion, searing them both from the inside out. Chuuya had blown his load in magnificent gusto, a hand clamping over his own mouth as a loud moan of pleasure ripped from his throat. His bare walls clamped tight around Dazai's bare length, and it was enough to make the intoxicated male release as well, filling his lover with his warm seed.
Dazai panted, breathless as he gently brushed the hair from Chuuya's flushed face. The redhead's breathing was shallow, his blue eyes fluttering shut as Dazai pecked his forehead gently and pulled him back into his lap. Chuuya had went out like a light, leaning against the brunette like a sack of dead potatoes. But Dazai could still feel Chuuya's heart beat thumping hard in his chest, pulse singing in his neck as Dazai dragged his lips across the warm skin, savouring the taste and scent of his sweat.
Chuuya.
His Chuuya.
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Chuuya awoke the next day to the sound of a car horn and screeching tires.
His hangover wasn't exactly helping him cope with loud noises either. He groaned, mentally cursing Dazai for choosing an apartment so close to the main road and train station.
Dazai
Chuuya slowly noticed the bandaged arms around his waist and beneath his head. The sheets around him were an unmistakable warmth.
Oh god....
He turned around in the loose hold Dazai had on him to see his partner's stupid sleeping face. His dark eyelashes fanned over the smooth contours of his idiotic, handsome face. His mouth was slightly agape, pale lips dry. His chocolate hair was a ruffled mess and there was a small bruise by the space where his neck and shoulder connected. Chuuya blushed unconsciously as he noticed the numorous, tiny teeth scrapes he had left across Dazai's collar bones as well.
He then realised the dull ache in his hips and his spinning headache from the sheer amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before and he groaned softly yet again. But strangely enough, he didn't feel sticky or gross even though he had a clear memory of being fucked wildly into the couch the night before. He was also not wearing anything except a fresh change if underwear. He smelt that his hair was fresh with the smell of shampoo and tied into an ungraceful braid. He flushed harder, knowing that Dazai must have cleaned him up thoroughly.
"Chuuya..you're awake already...?"
A tenor whined softly and Chuuya looked to see Dazai slowly awakening. He squeezed his eyes shut and quickly turned back around, only to have his younger lover tug him closer to his bandaged chest. Warm lips were dragged across the back of his neck and Chuuya shuddered, feeling one of Dazai's hands gently tracing the lines across his well defined abdomen.
"I'm sorry...about yesterday...I know you don't sleep around..."
Dazai mumbled, voice barely above a whisper as he planted more soft kisses down Chuuya's spine. The redhead only blushed in response, recalling how Dazai had accused him of such dirty things that night because his ass was so willing.
"I know you are awake Chuuya...I want to see your face properly..."
Dazai's voice was soft, alluring, as he gently turned Chuuya around to face him when the redhead didn't reply. Those gentle blue eyes were swarming with the thought of everything as he looked to Dazai, as if waiting for an explanation but afraid that it wouldn't be what he wanted to hear.
".....I missed you...I missed you a lot, Chuuya...I'm so sorry I didn't tell you when I left."
The redhead swallowed, letting Dazai comb back the hair from his face.
"We didn't get to talk much yesterday...but...please, forgive me..I didn't want you to get hurt. You wouldn't let me go if you knew the mission"
Chuuya closed his eyes, as if he'd heard enough. His heart was pounding. He froze momentarily as Dazai gave a small sigh and planted a brief kiss to his forehead. The world was silenced.
"I love you Chuuya...I don't know if I've made that clear enough yet but—"
"Its fine. Whatever...I don't care..its your life anyways..."
Chuuya blurted out stubbornly, shifting out of Dazai's hold abruptly so he could sit up at the edge of the bed, back turned to his lover. He winced at the pain he felt in his lower back but still forced himself to stand and walked towards the door.
"I'm gettin' coffee...I'll bring yours 'ere so...just stay there.."
"Chuuya—"
Before Dazai could even say anything else, Chuuya slammed the door, so much harder than he had wanted to.
Damn, was he pissed.
Instead of making his way to the kitchen, Chuuya grabbed his packet of cigarettes from the drawer beside the couch. He needed a smoke more than anything to cure his hangover, and he wasn't drunk enough to deal with Dazai again.
He tugged on his slacks that were thrown on the couch from the night before and put them on, not even bothering to zip them up. He threw open the balcony door and leaned against the railing, lighting a joint between his lips.
The autumn breeze chilled his bare body to the bone. But Chuuya didn't care. If anything, it was numbing the pain he felt. He breathed out a puff of smoke, hands shaking
".....you'll catch a cold.."
A large black coat was draped over his bare shoulders, a familiar tenor sounding from behind him.
"Can I have a smoke...?"
Dazai was now in his slacks as well, upper body swathed in loose bandages. Chuuya handed him the cigarette from his lips without much thought, and the younger man took it silently, drawing in a breath of nicotine.
"......"
a few puffs later, Dazai had slid an arm around Chuuya's slim waist and passed the joint back to him. Chuuya took it back wordlessly and gradually leaned into Dazai's side, savouring the warmth he provided. Dazai's voice was dry, parched and sincere.
"....I'm sorry.."
"I've said its'fine. at least you're here now...and I won't let you leave ever again."
The brunette then gave a low chuckle that sent a warmth to Chuuya's belly. He tsked as Dazai proceeded to lean in, playfully nipping at his neck
"Hey...Chuuya..."
Dazai whispered softly, suddenly, glancing towards his older counterpart. The redhead responded with a simple nod, flinging the cigarette joint off the side of the building before Meeting the eyes of his lover.
"I'm a bit late...very late but, here is your birthday present...I'm Sorry I couldn't be there.."
A small box was pressed into his hand and Chuuya blinked, curious to say the least. For one, this was the first time Dazai had given him a gift in the 12 years they knew each other. He looked at the red velvet casing of the small box and gulped.
This had better not be what he thought it was.
"Open it."
"....what if I don't want to."
"You have to."
Dazai's voice was a soft drawl by Chuuya's ear, breath tickling his neck. Those long, thin fingers held his waist firmly as a nose was pressed to his jaw. Chuuya opened the box slowly, carefully, hands trembling.
He covered his mouth to stop himself from gasping as he saw a flicker of metal. He already knew what it was when Dazai gave it to him but the water works were only kicking in now. His vision blurred as Dazai laughed softly and carefully removed the item from the box. He pried the hand off Chuuya's mouth and slid the ring onto his left hand.
"Marry me, Chuuya..."
Dazai stood behind the older man, arms locking at his sides against the balcony railing.
"....You're proposin' to me when my head hurts like hell and I feel so hungover I wanna throw up...?"
"Does it really matter...? It's not like I'll ever get a more perfect opportunity.."
Chuuya felt his head go light when he saw the silver band on Dazai's left ring finger as he placed his larger hand on top of his own. The brunette smiled a coy smile, planting a kiss to the back of Chuuya's neck.
"I want you to be mine forever...okay?"
Chuuya was glad his back was facing Dazai and he was just overlooking the Yokohama prefecture of grey skies and rundown buildings. Because Dazai wouldn't let him live down the fact that he cried over a proposal.
"Okay..."
"Hmm~ good boy..."
Dazai teased softly and wrapped his arms tightly around his fiancee from behind, feeling the redhead simply hold on to his arms in response. He burried his nose in Chuuya's head of orange hair and smiled, inhaling the familiar scent of his sweet smelling shampoo. This was his home, and he was so happy to return.
"I love you Chuuya..."
"....I love you too."
Chuuya's voice was quiet, but Dazai thought it was more than enough. Chuuya saying something sweet like that was equivalent to Dazai's brazen shows of overwhelming passion and cringe-worthy pick up lines. The brunette knew this, and simply planted a small kiss to his partner's cheek, silent for a while as they stood as one.
"....does that mean we can have babies together now..?"
"...what the Fuck are you even saying."
"You'll have my babies, right Chuuya~?"
Dazai grinned, arms gently sliding out to tickle Chuuya's bare waist. The older man chuckled slightly, elbowing his partner in the ribs as he tried to get free.
"You're retarded..."
Chuuya mumbled breathlessly, one hand clutching tightly at Dazai's arm as the older man held him from behind yet again. Dazai grinned as he broke the air of emotion and entwined his fingers loosely with Chuuya's, leaning forward to rest his chin on his lover's shoulder.
"Mmm...but the sex is good...yeah?"
Dazai slowly slid a hand down from Chuuya's hip to the back of his pants and gave his bum a gentle squeeze. Chuuya's voice almost came out as a squeak, face tinted pink as Dazai continued to fondle him for a while. Bony fingers, skilled, rough movements. Each caress meant to persuade, trap, seduce. Chuuya had missed this so much.
"Chuuya~ here is the point in time where you are supposed to tell me you want to spend the whole day in bed...."
Dazai's voice was warm by his ear. A tantalizing, inviting drawl.
"....hmm...I do...I want to sleep and laze around...my hips hurt.."
"Okay, after one more round."
"Oi, are you even listening to me—?"
"Yeah...of course I am sweetie.."
Chuuya's face went red at the use of the pet name. He was about to protest but Dazai had already dragged him halfway across their living room, opening the bedroom door. Chuuya blinked as he was ungracefully dumped on top of the rumpled bedsheets, Dazai's gaze predatory as he knocked both their phones into the bedside drawer. Nicotine stained lips met his own, and Chuuya sank into the addicting warmth.
Everything was so painfully familiar.
But this time, so horribly different.