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now we’re swallowing the shine of the summer
[Chuuya turned into the alley just in time to see Dazai fall over, a man with a bat standing over him. There were a few more people standing around, too - who the hell had his ex-partner pissed off now, Chuuya wondered. And how the hell had they managed to get the better of him. Dazai might be a shitty fighter, but he always had a plan.
Chuuya was already kicking one of the men into a wall when he remembered that Dazai's plan was often him.
If t was, he was going to kill him, he decided. They weren't partners anymore, after all. But it might just be a coincidence, too. This wasn't Port Mafia territory. Dazai probably hadn't known he'd be in the area. But if he'd got himself caught up in some thugs' business without a plan, then Chuuya was really going to kill him.
The last of the men went down, and Chuuya hurried over to check on Dazai. He crouched down next to him, gently patted his face, then pinched his nose for a few seconds to see if he really was passed out, or just being lazy. No reaction. He had a few scratches, some bleeding. One of the wounds looked bad, but it wasn't life threatening - it just needed to be cleaned and bandaged, or he'd almost definitely get an infection.
Alright, so. What the hell did he do?
Most people would bring him to the hospital, but Chuuya wasn't most people. He was mafia. And he knew Dazai valued his privacy, too. He could bring him to that pet agency of his, but the thought of doing that for Dazai made his skin crawl. Besides, he couldn't let word get out that he'd carried a traitor to safety. He could leave Dazai here. But then Dazai wouldn't know Chuuya had helped him, and he really wanted a chance to rub that in the asshole's face.
— He could bring him home.
It felt weird. It was something he would have done when they were partners. But it was only because he wanted to annoy him, not because he actually cared that he was hurt. Still, Chuuya hesitated a bit. He brushed Dazai's hair back, just to check his scalp for any other injuries. Yeah, he'd bring him home. He couldn't wait to see Dazai's face when he realized who had saved his sorry ass.
Carefully, Chuuya shifted Dazai around, pulling him up slightly by the arms, and then leveraged his weight onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Then he set off in the direction of his apartment. ]
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There's also a lock-pick, a miniature tracking device and battery (separate, of course), and one or two other assorted small items wrapped up in his bandages, all of which Dazai carefully sets aside. Look, they come in handy more often than not!
He turns on the water, makes sure it's a good temperature, and steps underneath the shower head, letting the water hit him in the face. He may not feel like bothering with a whole bath, but he needs a little energy to face this day.]
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Dazai is different than he remembers. Taller. More scars. A little skinnier, even, which immediately makes him want to get them both some breakfast. He's still also Chuuya's exact type in every single way, which is annoying. He's supposed to be over him, but here he is, partering up with the asshole all over again. He tries to pretend he's not a little happy about that. Only when Dazai steps into the shower does he turn away, looking at himself in the mirror to asses the damage.
Hair: A mess. Very little he can do about that here, besides try to twist it into some order.
Skin: Fine.
And -- ]
Why am I wearing your bolo tie?
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[It could be a lie, but it's almost certainly too obvious of one, especially for someone like Dazai. Grabbing some soap, he makes a halfhearted attempt at getting clean. Honestly, he cares more about the heat of the water than anything else.
He never does feed himself like he should. It's just too much effort. Soaped-up hands move over his body with effective speed, and before long, he's rinsing off.]
You already insisted on ravishing me. I wasn't going to risk other physical violence.
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Chuuya turns away from the mirror and walks over to the shower instead.]
Are you admitting you don't stand a chance against me?
[Let's be real, Dazai - you could have kicked Chuuya out if you wanted. His ex-partner is the one person who always seems to know just how to prod Chuuya into doing what he wants, annoying as it always is. But if Dazai wants to pretend otherwise, he'll definitely play along.
He steps into the shower, moving up close. He grins, and then leans in quickly to lick water from Dazai's throat, up as high as he can reach, before biting the skin there gently.]
You're saying I can do what I want?
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It was a very logical decision. Especially when he really doesn't care overly much about his bolo tie.
Dazai half expects Chuuya to join him, but he's not expecting physical avances right off. His mistake, clearly. His adam's apple bobs in his neck at that bite.]
... Overcompensating for last night's weakness, are we?
[Predictable. But Dazai doesn't mind. Besides, if it will distract Chuuya from their doomed partnering-up, so much the better. Maybe Dazai can sneak out on him in the end.]
Just how much do you think you can get away with?
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He bites again, a little harder, sucking on wet skin, determined to leave a mark above where Dazai’s bandages usually end. If he’s testing what he can get away with, he has to do something Dazai might care about. ]
As much as I want, since you’re not able to stop me.
[Thats definitely a challenge. He probably shouldn’t be doing this. He doesn’t have the excuse of drugs now, and they’re enemies, opposite sides even if they sometimes work together. This is just going to complicate things for him even more.
But for once he just doesn’t want to care. ]
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It's not entirely a lie, anyway. If there are a hundred possible scenarios running through your mind at any time, number 99 can be expected without seeming the most likely, and therefore still surprise you.
Oh, dear... Chuuya is really in that kind of mood, isn't he? Dazai isn't not in the mood, himself, if he's honest, and he could care less about any marks left anywhere on his body, but giving in to Chuuya will give the tiny mafioso all sorts of ideas.
At the same time, this is one romp that Chuuya won't be able to blame on drugs and/or alcohol. Maybe that's enough reason to let it happen, just so he can rub Chuuya's nose in it later.]
I can stop you. [Said very calmly, the unpleasant truth delivered as something halfway between a threat and a declaration of love.] If and when I want, hm?
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He's not admitting it.
Chuuya reaches up to grab Dazai's hair, trying to pull him down into a kiss, standing up on tiptoe to reach. ]
You still think you can get me to do what you want?
[He'd drop to his knees right now, honestly. But he wants a kiss.]
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I think it would be more effort not to.
[... Is he admitting that he wants this, too, or is he just calling Chuuya super easy?? It's a mystery.
With Chuuya so close, Dazai strains yet a little further down against the tight grip on his hair, the start of a kiss-attack that may be fairly gentle, but starts with parted lips and moves right on to invading tongues.
All of this is just to distract Chuuya, Dazai insists. If it's also fun while it lasts, well... that's just more reason to do it, isn't it?]
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This is familiar. He parts his lips and lets Dazai in, doesn't try to fight his claim to control, just lets him take his mouth. His eyes slide shut, and he holds on tight, supports himself by grabbing onto Dazai with both hands. His sense of balance is usually perfect, but not like this, not standing on tiptoe in the shower, being reminded of how much he wants his asshole of an ex-partner.
Was this what it was like last night? It's so familiar. He was never able to forget.]
I really hate you.
[He needed to breathe. He's not pulling away even a fraction of an inch, as if that might end this somehow. And while he might be letting Dazai claim his mouth, this is his claim to Dazai. He's not just someone to be used when it's convenient, drugged and unable to remember. He refuses to be.
He bites at Dazai's lips to make his point.]
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I intensely despise you too, Chuuya.
[He genuinely does, at that! While he's never been one to let social conventions stop him, even Dazai knows when to pick his battles, so he tends to... more or less behave, outside of the Agency. Some of the time, at least...
It's almost refreshing, not having to lie or pretend even a little - and still getting what he wants, on top of that.]
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He shifts one hand to Dazai's throat.]
So do your worst.
[There's no point in lying or pretending, not when Chuuya knows better. And that's not what he wants. He wants Dazai exactly how he is, terrible and ruthless and his.
Even if he never was that. Never could be that. That's the one illusion he's willing to accept.]
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(Worth it for the look on Kunikida's face when Dazai hints it was a woman, instead.)
Dazai is terrible and ruthless all right, but he's also lazy, and while he's interested in doing this, he has yet to decide how much energy he's willing to expend, let alone how much inevitable revenge he cares to elicit. For now, he cards his fingers through Chuuya's hair - and grabs hold, hard.]
On your knees.
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And he could be difficult. He likes to force Dazai to work for it sometimes. But he's pretty sure that right now, Dazai would just stop.
He slides down to his knees, head tilted back to look up at him.]
I did this for you last night, right?
[He can't remember, but he can tell by how sore his throat is. He grins, all teeth, just because that's a worrying sight considering what he's about to do. Then he leans in, exhales across the head, and otherwise doesn't move.]
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[... "Yes". He means "yes". But simple is boring, and simple answers are boring too, especially when he can sorta kinda call Chuuya a cock slut.
He doesn't even mean it as an insult. Habit or not, it's definitely the one talent of Chuuya's that Dazai appreciates.
So Chuuya is going to be difficult... Of course he is. Dazai wonders if the mafia's own midget even remembers that he's the one who started all this - and now he's going to make Dazai work for it?! As if!
That said, Dazai does want this, as long as they've started. And a blowjob is a smoother and lazier start, from his side of things. So he gives Chuuya's hair a little jerk back, pulling him away just enough to reach out with his free hand and dig his fingers into Chuuya's cheeks, trying to force his jaws open. He's not going to force himself right in even if successful - he doesn't want his dick chomped on, accidentally or otherwise! - but the forcing open is a small pleasure in itself.]
Why don't you show me how nicely you can beg?
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That's way more of a turn on than it should be, and he hopes Dazai doesn't notice the way his dick jumps.
He reaches up to grab Dazai's wrist, but doesn't try to pull his hand away. He shifts to keep his head out of the water, and glares up harder. He can't beg like this. He won't beg anyway. His expression is saying that clearly, stubbornness and defiance etched onto his face like a challenge.
It would be more convincing if they didn't both know how much he wants this.]