#exclusively about Dazai's butt

[sskk-manifesto]

AKUTAGAWA WAN EPISODE ‼️‼️‼️

[yokohamapound]

a random assumption i have about you is that you like listening to indie rock, idk why ok dazai smut please x

Close! My music taste is fuelled by whatever gives me that dopamine fix or whatever I can use for maladaptive daydreaming, so there's a bit of everything in there, but when I was younger, I listened exclusively to indie rock, emo/goth rock, punk pop, and heavy metal.

Dazai Osamu

Dazai claims that he dislikes pain, but much like coffee or vegetables, it's all about how it's served. The pain of having his ass kicked around? No, thank you. The pinpricks of pain across his scalp when you tug his hair a little too hard, begging him to go harder? Oh, yes please.

Might I also add:

The sting of your nails raking down his back while he screws you nice and slow on his futon, leaving bright red trails in their wake and snagging on his bandages.

The strain of his lungs as your thighs close around his head, forcing his face deeper between your thighs while he's putting that silver tongue of his to use.

The bright crack of pain across his butt cheek when you're feeling cheeky and dominant and he's bratting it up.

[ravencincaide]

Helloooo!! I stopped here because you've been an inspiration. Your works, your writing inspired me to write my own fanfictions (soukoku). They are both still in progress, but I really would love to know what do you think about them. If you are interested, I'll write the some informations about them down here (I admit I still didn't work on a proper plot for these, but I promise I will, I swear. . .). Feel free to ignore this, I just wanted to share because I would like to know your opinion, it would be very precious, and brighten my day!

For the first one;

It's a reincarnation au.

It begins in a rather tragic way, in which Dazai and Chuuya both die. They get reincarned as "ordinary boys" years later, and become childhood friends, going on the years staying closer as ever.

As the teen years kicks in, they start to develop this curiosity towards abandoned places, and dying with the urge to explore them, at 15 years old they both start to search and dig themselves into these explorations.

At 17 years old, they stumble in front of a place that nobody ever has been seen walking around. A lonely place, with nothing special in it. Dazai wanted to watch anyways, and Chuuya.. well, Chuuya was curious as well.

So they find themselves in front of a certain container, the one where Dazai's past self lived.

Inside, they find some things rather interesting, and Dazai becomes obsessed with the idea to find out more about his past self and Chuuya's past self, so sick that he makes the want to travel back in time into his past body his will to live.

Crazy, idk how did I come out with this idea, and I know it probably sounds illogical.

I will find a way to make it work, or maybe I'll just make Dazai slowly ascend into madness.

For the second one;

I actually have a plot for this one, but it's.. a poem, a poetry.

"The water flows,

Clear and pure.

But he does not know if it's secure.

It flows incessantly, without rest,

From the lips, nostrils, eyes, ears.

He observes, aware and silent,

While the water runs without wit.

Someone unaware, in front of him,

Does not know what they have just done.

Time passes.

An abstract concept, without pause or rift.

Impossible to grasp it, stop it, hold it,

Only to observe it, as the world moves.

A dry something slithers away,

A shadow on his cheek lay.

The mouth opens, dryness penetrates,

Every crevice dries up, mercilessly.

The face hidden by black locks,

Exclaims softly, in severe tones.

It doesn't want the one thing it loves,

To vanish like this, in a fleeting flame.

So many years spent creating it with care,

Just for everything fades away, immeasurably?

For a stupid reason, so banal,

The fabric that once was rigid, now is fragile.

Between the fingers, cold and loose it dissolves,

A ghost of a tender smile is visible.

The water no longer flows."

It took A LOT to write this, because poetry is not really what I'm good at AT ALL. I hope it at least is decent, tho.

This follows the beast au.

Chuuya followed a normal life, until his group of friends make a big mistake.

One member of the group has been treated unkindly by the others, so he lead the whole friends to an hell hole; a party organised exclusively for illegal organisations.

Oblivious of this, the whole group enters this party, and when they find out what it is about, It's way too late.

After meeting with the mafia boss itself, Chuuya swears to try and never get to meet him again, but his hopes crumbles when he finds out his dad has debts. Debts he didn't pay.

That makes Chuuya's selfless butt drag himself to Dazai, him himself asking the boss of the port mafia to close his eye and let his father go. It sounds dumb even just writing it.. but well, he realises this after he took the impulsive decision.

At the end, Dazai accepts to let his father go, on one condition. Chuuya has to work with him.

Chuuya's answers will truly bring a lot of consequences.

Erm... I really hope this long thing won't be a bother to you!! If you actually took your time to read it, I thank you and appreciate a lot the time you decided to place on my silly little ideas!

I would really appreciate your thoughts on this!

Can I be 🌇 anon?

Hey there 🌇 anon! First of all, what an honor it is to be someones inspiration to start writing; there is honestly no bigger compliment you can give another writer <3.

When it comes to your works, I have to say they sound bloody brilliant! But also like a tremendous amount of work! Honestly best, best of luck and I would really look forward to reading the first drafts/completed fics. About first one, I would love to know what genre you're setting for; angst, hurt comfort or something more teenage-foolish and then a sudden awkwardness at finding out your best friend is also your lover? Your double black through thick and thin? Or something else? *excited!* About the second one; poetry has always been a bit of a fascination of mine. Unfortunately I've never been gifted with the ability to write long things; to set the scene and twist and turn the reader like you are able to. Definitely this is something you should explore! Really, I would say you have a knack for it. I have to admit that in some lines I lost the rhythm so my advice would be to read it out loud a few times just to see where a synonym may be more suitable to use. The feel and the scene however is very captivating and would be amazing to intertwine with a fic; Have lines of the poem run through the fic from start to end. It would definitely be interesting to see what and how Chuuya would react (Sidenote:Makes me think of a song actually). However what I'd like to add is that there is nothing wrong with your prompt or "foolish reason behind Chuuya's actions" instead it's all about how you write it. Some make entire careers on well used prompts: enemies to lovers, soulmates etc. What is foolish to one; a life changing story for another. And familial love and sacrifices are not new and not different (just see Shakespears work for instance!). It's all about how you write and what you want to convey. Long story short your fics sound awesome and I hope you will get around to writing and publishing them!

Also if you need a beta, some writing ideas or feedback on outline/snippets etc I am starting up that on my second blog; RavenCincaide-words So feel free to hit me up there if you'd like me to give a deeper look at your stuff!

[leebitslove]

A Dress and A Jealous Man

Pairings : Nakahara Chuuya/ Dazai Osamu

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It was just another night when Dazai and Chuuya went home after a job of butt-kicking and chasing down a traitor who was disguise as one of the low ranked Port Mafia’s members. They had to follow that bastard into an old aisle that reeks of dead rats and other stuff Chuuya couldn’t possibly mention of (Dazai thought his partner was just overeacting), just because the traitor stole one of Mori’s important documents along with some money from the big ass safe that the Port Mafia kept underneath the building. It wasn’t hard to retrieve the document back, no job is hard when you have the Double Black on your side. Dazai wondered what’s so special about the document, he insist at opening the brown envelope that was sealed tightly and read it for his own sake, but of course his little partner wouldn’t let him. Of course even though Dazai felt tired that day, he wouldn’t miss a chance to make fun of Chuuya’s height. He held the envelope up high above his head and his partner began jumping up and down to grab hold of it. After ten minutes of pointless (yet fun) bickering, Chuuya manage to use his ability without Dazai touching him and float the envelope to his own hands.

“Tomorrow I have a special mission for you both”, said Mori when they return to the Port Mafia’s base. “It is not like any other mission before. but I think Chuuya had already been through this before, so I’m putting him in charge for tomorrow”.

Dazai saw a twinkle of excitement at Chuuya’s eyes. Oh this is gonna be fun.

“I’ll do my best”, the little mafia said.

Mori nodded and closed his eyes for a second and then directing his gaze towards Dazai, “And as for you Dazai-san, you must follow every instructions your partner give. Understood?”.

To tired to complain why Chuuya is in charge and what mission their boss will give tomorrow, he gave Mori a curt nod. 

“Good”.

—

The next day Chuuya was nowhere to be found, Dazai had called his cellphone for the seventh time and still no answer. He had search the entire building twice. He even plan to go to Mori to make a search party. Should he worried? Maybe not. Even though that hat rack might look small and fragile, he could easily crush two dozens of Port Mafia’s men, with or without his ability. After all Dazai’s partner is the best when it comes to martial arts, well aside from Dazai himself maybe. Maybe Chuuya went out with Kouyou that’s why Dazai didn’t see him around. 

Without the redhead by his side, Dazai felt lonely and bored. No one to make fun of, no one to babble about his crazy suicidal plan. They’re suppose to receive instruction from Mori at four in the afternoon, but Dazai couldn’t find Chuuya, so he decided to went to his boss’s office alone. 

He was greeted with the sound of Elise running towards him, she tug at his coat and made him follow her to the back of Mori’s office. “Elise-chan where are you taking me?”. The little blonde girl just kept going until they were in front of a big wooden door. 

“Chuuya… are you finish yet?”, ask Elise in a sing-a-song voice. Dazai’s eyes widened a bit when Elise mention that name. He heard a grump that’s suppose to mean “yes” (please he spent too much time with Chuuya, he knows every habit that little mafias has). 

The wooden doors opened, and Elise step into the room, still pulling him along. Dazai was not prepared for what he sees next.

There stood Chuuya in the middle of the room, with scattering clothes (well, dresses) around him. The redhead was wearing a long velvet dress that goes down to his ankles, the dark color made his blue eyes pop and the dress has a slit that went up just a little up his knee. He was wearing heels too, making the shorter one look at least a bit tall. His hair that reach above his shoulder was pulled back into a loose bun, his loose hair frame his petite face making Chuuya look much more like a girl. A very pretty girl. 

Dazai was having a nosebleed right now. Chuuya could feel the brunette’s gaze rake him up and down, taking it all in. He finds himself blushing and tried to cover up the slit of the dress with his black leather gloves. 

“Dazai-san! Are you listening to me?”, said Elise.

“Huh? What?”.

“I said do you like the makeover that i gave to Chuuya?“

Elise giggled seeing Dazai’s stunned expression, he was still staring at Chuuya with his mouth slightly open. 

“What are you looking at you perverted bandage bastard!”, Chuuya shouted at his Dazai. His blush spread across his cheeks and he could feel is crawling down to his neck.

By now, Elise smile knowingly and decided to leave the two alone. “Elise-chan don’t leave me alone with this crazy suicidal freak”, he begged, but the blonde just smiled sweetly and ran out the room. She even close the door. Chuuya had to remind himself that she was just a little girl who knew too much. 

Dazai took a step forward, his long legs easily guide him to Chuuya. “Hell no, if you take another step forward i swear i’m gonna kill you”. Dazai’s eyes darkened and he gave him a smirk that Chuuya know too well when his partner is up to something. “With pleasure”. 

Chuuya scrambled to the other side of the cluttered room, not wanting for Dazai to be near him. ”Awww Chuuya but you look so cute in that dress”. “FUCK YOU DAZAI!”, was all Chuuya could manage because he couldn’t think of any good comebacks… and well, because Dazai called him cute. Chuuya ran (or rather limp) towards the door, the only way to get away from crazy bandage man. Man these shoes are killing my feet, how did women manage to do this everyday?

Within seconds Dazai was already in his view blocking the exit. Dammit. “STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU IDIOT”, Chuuya shout gathering up his dress so he could make a run for it. Bad move. Again, Dazai stare at his now bare thighs. Chuuya didn’t know what happen next, Dazai got hold of him in a blink of an eye and he was pinned down to the wall. “Why would i stay away from you when you’re looking like this?”, Dazai whispered at Chuuya’s ear, it made him shivered and wanted to close his eyes. 

Dazai’s hands were now at his waist and then traveled down to his thighs keeping eye contact with Chuuya. He parted the slit of the dress and started to rub the redhead’s thighs up and down earning a small groan from Chuuya. “You look so beautiful in a dress”, Dazai said. “You’re going to ruin it”. His lips brushes Chuuya’s neck and kisses it gently, at that contact Chuuya was a weak jelly on the knees his heart was beating so fast he thought he could die from getting neck kisses. 

“Are you nervous Chuuu~yaa?”. The bandage bastard put his bandage hand on Chuuya’s chest and with his other bandage hand playfully pulled down Chuuya’s dress strap. Dazai kisses his pale shoulder and suck on it causing Chuuya to slip from where Dazai was trapping him. The brunette notice this and grab hold of Chuuya’s waist. He felt drunk now that Dazai was touching him everywhere. 

The light kisses and thigh grabbing stop when the door open. Chuuya frantically sprang away from Dazai, smoothing out the wrinkles from his now ruin dress. 

Mori came in and beam at them both, “Ah I see that you two is already in character, I suppose the mission will go well then”. 

Dazai had no idea what he was talking.

—

Chuuya is wearing a dress. Chuuya is wearing a dress. It was all Dazai could think of in the way to their destination, he ended up in a nice dark brown suit that fitted his broad shoulders. They were going to a fancy party where they must find this specific man name Chevalier Beaumont (a bad name indeed thought Dazai), a rich french man who work for an organization who is know Port Mafia’s number one rival and is known for his eccentric fashion taste. That man also loves to attend exclusive parties, so this was a good opportunity for them to find him because Mori got invited but decided it was the best if Dazai and Chuuya go instead of him.

Beside who’s going to take care of his dear Elise-chan?

Mori gave specific instructions not to kill Beaumont, even if they found the chauvinist french bastard annoying as hell. They had no idea what was Mori talking about but nodded anyway.

The party was held for specific members of the organization and they all had to bring a partner to enter. A foolish party Dazai thought when he first heard from Mori. But he looked at Chuuya and thank Mori for giving him this mission. He could see Chuuya wearing that dress all night, maybe he could dance a little with him if there’s time. That thought excite Dazai’s mind.

Finally they arrive at the party, a big white mansion with a huge marble fountain at the driveway. Dazai was driving a nice shiny black sports car that Mori gave him. He park the car along with the other shiny cars beside a wall. 

Chuuya who was sitting quietly beside Dazai rummage through the backseat and open a big bag twice the size of him. “What is that?”, ask Dazai. 

“My clothes”

A wave of disappointment wash over Dazai. “Why do you bring them?”.

“There is no way I’m going out in this dress, the weather is just too cold”

“You could wear my blazer”, Dazai said shaking his blazer off.  “No no no you don’t need to, I bought my own”. Oh. 

“But Chuuyaaa.. I really wanted to see you in a dress”, Dazai whine like a three years old. “Hell no!”. 

Dazai took a deep breath and close his eyes. Fuck no, not now, not here. 

“Pleasee…???”. Ughh there it is the infamous puppy eyes that only Chuuya could see.  Being the only one that could see Dazai beg and do puppy eyes is suffering, Chuuya has no one to share his sufferings with since Dazai only does it to him. 

“FINE YOU IDIOT”, Chuuya cross his arm across his chest and pouted. Without warning Dazai lean in and kiss his cheeks. Chuuya went red all over. 

They went into the mansion easily, showing their pass that Mori gave them before to the two guards at the entrance. Dazai didn’t like the way the guards eyed Chuuya, he swear he heard one guard whistle as they went in. It made him want to turn back and destroy their fucking face. 

Learning from his mistake, Dazai slip his arms around Chuuya’s petite waist and bring him closer to his side. “WHa- what are you- you’re squeezing me Dazai!”. 

Dazai smiled at him, “That’s the point”. What the fuck? thought Chuuya. Is he going double crazy tonight? 

There were a lot of fancy looking guys wearing expensive suits and probably a designer bow tie, the shoes were polish so clean, Chuuya could see his owl reflection as he and Dazai pass by. There were few women in there, Chuuya notice that each one of them were carrying a silver or gold fan, embroidered with sakura flowers. Is he suppose to have one? Did Mori forget to include it?

By now Dazai’s grip on Chuuya’s waist becomes more and more tighter as they walked deeper into the big room. They arrived at a big hall with a big chandelier to match with it, and darker too despite the hanging chandelier. The lights were all dimmed as the two made their way to the center. 

The hall was crowded with men and not a single women, all of the women preferred to stay at the entrance hall. Chuuya scan the room looking for Caviar Man (Yes, that’s what he’s gonna call him now). 

“If you see a man with overly dress clothes that’s him”, said Chuuya. 

“I got it Chuuya, finding him will be as easy as an owl spotting its prey”.

“That is the dorkiest thing you ever said”.

“Shut it”, Dazai whispered.

There was no overly dressed man for the next ten minutes, so Chuuya decided for them to split up. And of course Dazai doesn’t agree.

“This is not a good idea”,

“Why?? You have a better one?”

“I’m just saying that we should not split because what if he has an ability?”

“Are you forgetting something?

“Your height?”

Chuuya hissed like a cat, wanting to punch Dazai in the face.”I can fight you idiot!”

“Oh? But are you forgetting something?”

Chuuya was fuming, he was suppose to follow every instructions Chuuya give. 

“Your will to live?”, Chuuya retort back.

Dazai didn’t answer instead he lean close making Chuuya toppled a little, “You’re forgetting that you’re wearing a dress”. He can feel Dazai’s hands on his back, playing with the fabric of the dress. Snap out of it Chuuya!

“So? You think I can’t handle myself if i’m wearing a dress? And you’re suppose to follow every instruction i give you!”

Dazai smiled clearly amuse by his fiery little partner, but before he could said a single word, a man with a tall top hat came into their sight. The man was wearing white suite that is way too tight around the shoulders, there was a drawing of a big red dragon on his suite and a red tie to match with. His shoe was also shiny, polished just like the other men except that his was bright gold and red. 

Chuuya cringe at the sight of him, and cringe even harder when he saw a women came running after him throwing her arms around Chevalier and started to kiss him. Before Chuuya could take a look closer at the eccentric man, Dazai spun him around so that he was face to face (more like face to chest) with him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”, Chuuya half yelled, he felt Dazai’s hand snaking up from his hips and land on the petite’s waist. Blood started to rush to Chuuya’s face, lucky for him the room was dark enough so that no one could actually saw him. A slow music started to play and suddenly the women who were at the hallway entrance began to dance with their partner, Dazai didn’t answer his question (as always) instead he took Chuuya’s hand and swept him to the dance floor with the other partners.

Oh. He was so focused on Chevalier that he didn’t notice the music and women looking for partners to dance. 

Now he was staring at Dazai’s chest while they dance, he wouldn’t dare to look up because he knew and felt that Dazai was looking at him. The touch of him this near was already enough to make Chuuya weak in the knees- “Chuuya”, he heard his name being called from his partner. He didn’t look up but just stare harder at Dazai’s chest. 

“Chuuya”, Dazai said again this time with a little sigh. That’s it he’s not gonna survive this night he’s not gonna catch Chevalier and finish this job just because Dazai said his name that way. Why is he so weak? Why can’t he just look up to that brown eyes like he usually did when they’re arguing. 

“Hey what’s wrong?”, ask Dazai gently as he tilt Chuuya’s chin up to make him look. They were still on the dancing slowly to the music. “Nothing”, the redhead replied. Then to his surprise Chuuya rested his head to Dazai’s chest he felt a sudden urge to protect Chuuya even more than before seeing him so small and cute in his arms, he then kiss the top of Chuuya’s head giving him reassurance.

The music ended too soon and all of the women in the room parted from their partners, Chuuya too realize that they still had a job to do so he pulled away from Dazai (with great difficulty) and started to search for the man in dragon suite. 

“So what’s the plan?”, ask Dazai.

“Just follow my lead”

“You’re so bossy sometimes”

“Shut up”

Chuuya was dizzy from the crowded room and lose track of where Chevalier go, suddenly a man bump into him and sent Chuuya falling backwards. If he was not in these high heels then he would not had fallen, too bad he is. Dazai caught his arms and pulled him back, Chuuya steady himself on the carpeted floor. 

“Hey watch where you’re going”, Chuuya said. He then realize that the man he bumped into was wearing white suite and there’s no other man in this room that wore white except Chevalier Beaumont. Dazai was already giving the man poisonous looks.

“Oh I’m so sorry madame, forgive me for not seeing such a beautiful young lady standing in my way waiting for me to ask her to dance”, Chevalier said. Dazai’s face looks like he wanted to puke on the man’s expensive shoes, he wanted to just kill him now it doesn’t matter if the other man sees it, he just wanted this Chevalier to be gone. 

“Oh.. why don’t you ask me then?”, said Chuuya adding sugar to his voice  he could feel Dazai’s gaze like laser beside him. As if on cue the music started to play and Chevalier took Chuuya’s hand and lead him to the dance floor, Chuuya point to a door near a big painting of Napoleon Bonaparte, he guess that’s where Dazai should wait and then tranquilize that bastard. But he doesn’t want to leave Chuuya with that filthy french man, who knows what could happen the thought of the french man holding Chuuya’s waist made Dazai sick on the stomach. So instead of following his partner’s orders he sneaked behind a huge potted plant near the door and wait there, that way he could crack Chevalier’s head into two if he cross the line. 

Chevalier was twirling Chuuya around like an expert dancer while he talked endlessly or rather brag endlessly about his house back in France and all the expensive cars he own. Chuuya smiled politely and force the dance to get near the door so this could be over, it work but he was half dragging Chevalier. “Mon cherie you should learn how to dance like a lady, perhaps i should teach you sometimes”, the thought of having Chevalier teaching him how to dance made Chuuya wanted to feed him to the lions at the city zoo. “Or perhaps you would prefer this?”, the french bastard’s hand let go from Chuuya’s hand and went down to his dress slit. Shit he forgot that he’s wearing a fucking dress.

In reflect he hit the bastard’s hand and kick his groin hard, Chevalier let out a groan away, clutching his pain area. Of course Dazai heard this and so was the entire room. Chevalier gave a small wave to the crowds signaling that there’s no need to look here. Chuuya expected the man to spit and curse at him but, “You’re very strong for a little lady”, said Chevalier who was now half wincing and smiling at him. 

Behind the potted plant Dazai was ready to kill the man for trying to touch Chuuya like that, hell he doesn’t care about Mori’s words anymore, all he wants right now is that french bastard to get away from his Chuuya. He move quietly from his hiding spot and sneak into the chatting crowds, he then made eye contact with Chuuya and the redhead’s eyes went wide, Dazai saw him mouthed what are you doing here? 

Chuuya wave him away frantically before Chevalier could see him. Dazai sigh and had no choice but to follow his orders, he went to the door and open it without anyone noticing (thank god for the big curtains and Napoleon) but before he could step out he took one last glance at Chuuya, the redhead saw him and mouthed once more, go!

Dazai step out into the cold night, the door led him to a huge terrace the floor was made with white marble stone Dazai nearly slipped on it when he went out. There was a garden with multi-colored roses, big plants with equally big pot, and a pond in the middle of the pond was a fish marble statue it’s mouth gaping open and pouring out water. He looked around for a hiding spot and settle behind one of those big plants, Dazai started to like big plants because it’s a good hiding spot plus there’s a bench he could sit on while waiting for Chuuya. 

He puffed out a breath and smoke came out of his mouth, he tried not to be anxious he keeps reminding himself that Chuuya could also fight and kill when in dangerous situation, but still, maybe he should take a look and see what’s going on in there. Dazai rubbed his hands together to keep him warm, his feet are already numb from the cold. Suddenly the door opened and came in Chuuya and Chevalier hand in hand, Chuuya’s acting is really good Dazai wonder if he practice that before the mission. 

“Ahh it’s nice to spent this evening with such a lovely young lady, I am lucky to get to know you Adalene ”, Chevalier beam. Wow he even fake a name. What could they possibly be doing inside when Dazai was out here? He wanted to slice the man’s throat and jar it up like Frankenstein. He watch as Chevalier drew Chuuya’s hands closer and put his hands on the bastard’s chest, he could feel Chuuya sucked in a breath trying to stay calm. 

“I enjoy this evening too”, breathed Chuuya, trying to sound like a damsel in need of a weirdly dress circus clown. “It was a pleasure to meet you”, Chevalier said again. Yes wait till you meet my fists, let’s see how much you like that. 

Dazai was ready with the tranquilizer and he waited (patiently) for Chuuya’s signal. He was in a great position, Chevalier was standing with his back facing Dazai so he could easily stab him with the needle or maybe shot him with it. 

“If you must then do it”, he heard Chuuya said. 

What? do what? 

Then he saw the unthinkable. Chuuya’s hands slip up to Chevalier’s hair and playfully tugged, he heard Chevalier groan a little and pulled Chuuya closer to him so that their lips were inches apart. Chevalier lean towards him and-

The french man let out a muffled scream (because Dazai was already putting a sack with little holes in the man’s head, Chevalier fell to the ground. Dazai heard Chuuya snickered and then turn into a laugh, “You thought I was gonna kiss him right?”.

“Maybe... I was just thinking what if he has one of those mouth disease then you will catch it and then spread it through all the Port Mafia”, Dazai said looking down at the paralyze body. 

Chuuya laugh even more, now it was time for him to tease the brunette 

“Aww..just admit it”

“Admit what? I have nothing to admit”

“That you’re jealous”

Dazai’s eyes look at him sharply and at the same time grab Chuuya’s hands. The redhead tried to yank away his hand from him, “I HAVE ENOUGH OF MEN GRABBING MY HANDS FOR TONIGHT THANK YOU VERY MUCH”, Chuuya tried again but Dazai got an iron grip and he was now staring at his chest again.

“Jealous doesn’t even began to cover it”, said Dazai his voice low. Chuuya gulped he felt the alcohol from his dance with Chevalier started to kick in, “No one can dance or touch you like that except me. Got it?”, Dazai continue.

It was just all acting and Dazai was taking this way too serious, but Chuuya let it play because he likes seeing Dazai claiming what is his. No longer embarrassed because of the alcohol, Chuuya graze his lips againts Dazai’s. Soft as he remember.

“Or what?”, ask Chuuya

Soon enough Dazai’s lips were on his and they were kissing each other messily without a rhythm. Dazai played with Chuuya’s dress just like in the dressing room when he first saw him in that dress, Dazai kissed Chuuya’s soft skin on the neck and traveled up to his lips once more, he rubbed the redhead’s waist gently where that french man laid his hands on. Dazai kept kissing him, his hands sliding up and down Chuuya’s small figure, he could feel Dazai’s cold hands on his now expose thigh.

“We should-”  kiss.  “probably-”  kiss. “head back”  kiss.

Chuuya couldn’t say stop or parted away from Dazai, he was all over him, the brunette started to sucked on his lower lip and kissing him gently after. Dazai;s hands that was on Chuuya’s thighs now went in and trace his finger on Chuuya’s lace stocking waistband, the brunette tug on it pulling him closer. The redhead moan and Dazai smiled slyly between kisses. A hundred kisses later, Chuuya pulled away from Dazai, panting hard his lips swollen and his dress was a mess. He wrap his hands around Dazai enjoying the warmth of him and smelling his familiar scent. He felt hands stroking his hair softly and then kiss on his head. “We should go before the tranquilizer wear off ”, said Chuuya.

Dazai look at him softly and smiled that reserve smile that he always gives to Chuuya. 

“Don’t worry I got plenty in my pocket”.