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Unspoken Rule
Pairings: PM! Dazai Osamu X F! Reader
Callous remarks and sharp glares did nothing to deter youâcruelty was a love language you had become far too intimate with, and who better to indulge your little game than him? You despised his arrogance and he detested your mutiny. In the end, you were nothing more than two rabid dogs snarling at each other for dominance. A coy smile curved the side of your lips where they left a deep garnet stain on the collar of tonight's lover before linking arms as you made your way down a long stretch of hallway.
Your heels clacked noisily against the tiles leading to the grand doors sealing away the hum of music just beyond them. A party of sorts, you supposed. Dubbed an annual display of your organization's successes and luxury, in reality more of an excuse for Mori to show off Elise in her new dress. Tedious, but not entirely boring under the right circumstances.
"(Y/N)." One of the guards stationed outside the entrance acknowledged courteously. The other offered a forced nodâthere was a prominent bead of sweat trickling down the dip of his temple as he remained resolute in keeping his eyes trained forward.
You rolled your eyes, reaching forward to seize the large manâs tie in a manicured hand. What was his name againâŚ? Toru? Toshi? Tetsu?Perhaps it didnât matter.
A sharp tug to his tie and he was brought down to near eye level. Your gaze flickered up to meet his through long wispy lashes, finally managing to break his seemingly unseeing stare. He swallowed thickly.
"Gentleman, really...â Suggestive fingertips trailed down his chest with a knowing smirk. He flinched. âNo need to be so stiff."
A terribly misleading sentiment. One that the man draped across your arm didn't yet grasp the weight of nor even truly recognize; an unspoken rule. No one was permitted to touch you. No one save for one manâand anybody who disobeyed was swiftly dealt with.
The guard who wasnât currently ensnared by your deceptively soft grasp shot your guest a quick, pitying glance. He wouldnât dare do more than that. Instead, he asked, âWho might this be accompanying you tonight, Miss?â
You paused in your ministrations, cutting a sideways look to the other guard. There was a palpable moment of silence that followed where nobody hazarded a breath before you quickly alleviated the tension with an airy giggle and a wave of the hand; effectively releasing the man from your hold. âOh, this is Sato. Such a lovely man, isnât he?â
The guard sighed, indulging your antics with a curt âyes, Missâ and proceeded to push open the doors, allowing you entrance. You blew him a kiss over your shoulder as you walked in.
Jeweled tapestries clung to the ornate walls in intervals between floor to ceiling windows overlooking Yokohama's starlit skyline. A glittering chandelier high overhead caught and reflected the moon's silver beams in fragments onto the polished marble floor below, already crowded with its buzzing patrons for the nightânone other than the most integral members of the city's most notorious crime group. The port mafia.
You were the last to arrive.
Weaving your way through the many wine filled glasses wobbling precariously in evidently intoxicated guest and executive hands alike, you lead your faux-lover by the hand to the bar in the back corner of the ballroom. You weren't oblivious to the lustful stare he had locked on you from behind, though you feigned that you were. Despite his conventional good looks, he was boring and the idea of entertaining him more than you already had outside of your own twisted charade disillusioned you. All golden hair and shimmering blue eyes, he was gullible and easy to seduce.
The complete opposite of him.
Pulling yourself into a barstool, you requested a whiskey on the rocks for yourself and your companion. The bartender nodded and poured you your drink from one of the many glass bottles lined up along the shelves behind the bar. With glass now in hand, you swiveled in your seat, gaze dragging lazily over the other people chatting and milling about.
You brought your glass to your lips and stopped short. There, across the room sat languidly atop one of the plush couches scattered about the room, was none other than the man you had been searching forâand splayed across his lap was a woman in a satin dress attached to his neck. His eyes locked with yours. Dazai.
A smirk pulled your lips back over your teeth, a thinly veiled snarl. So the game of cat and mouse begins.
â(Y/N)? What are you looking at?â Sato inquired, head swivelling to try to find what had you so fixated.
You grabbed him by the front of his button-down without a word, drawing his attention back to yourself rather than give him the opportunity to locate the man across the room. Dismounting your seat at the bar, you sashayed your way to the middle of the floor, lover in tow, completely ignoring Dazai.
This, however, only provoked the man. His eyes followed you the entire way across the room, a bandaged hand pushing the woman on top of him aside. You could hear the indignant sounds of her protest as his gaze burned into the side of your face. Smile like the Devil himself, you finally looked his way again.
Dazai stood and began making his way to you in the crowd.
Eyes ablaze with a growing wrath, you spun on the blonde man behind you and pulled his body flush against your own, staring up at him through your half-lidded eyes as you did so. Seemingly pleased with the sudden attention, he wound his arms around your waist, hands wandering up the curve of your spine to tangle in the hairs that fell at the nape of your neck. You wondered, briefly, if he knew he was being used and simply didn't care.
Satoâs lips descended upon your own, melding your mouths together with an unpleasant force that you tolerated only to get a rise out of Dazai. Your eyes met with his over your lover's shoulder. His demeanor was calm, calculated. A fire ignited inside you.
Wasting no more time, Dazai strode over to the two of you just as you broke away from the kiss. He was there in an instant, mere inches away from Sato with a humourless grin stretching his lips.
"I believe you have something of mine."
The man you were just kissing turned around at the sound of Dazai's voice, confusion furrowing his browâbut Dazai wasnât looking at him. He was looking at you. His eyes were nearly black now as he stared down at you, gaze raking over your body clad in that dress he liked so much.
"You truly are an arrogant man," you mused.
âHeyââ Dazai side stepped Sato, much to the blonde manâs chagrin. He had no care for what Sato had to say.
Slender fingers caught a stray strand of hair dancing across your vision. Dazaiâs dark eyes bore into yours as the pads of his thumb and forefinger toyed with the loose curl before winding it back into place behind your ear. "And you are an insufferable woman."
"What is going onâ?â Before Sato could even finish his sentence, Dazai had produced a gun from beneath his jacket. Without adverting his eyes from your own, he pressed the barrel to the head of the man who accompanied you to the party. There was a threat in the thin press of his lips. A promise.
âStop interrupting.â
You stared back defiantly with the same amount of hostility tensing every muscle in your frame. âCome now, Dazai,â you purred, stepping closer than any other person would dare to a man like him. âItâs quite unbecoming of you to be so rude to my guestââ
âWhat the hell?â Just then, Dazaiâs own companion decided to chime in, apparently having sauntered over a few mere moments before.
You had almost forgotten she was in the room at all until she grabbed your shoulder and jerked you to face her. She glanced between the two of you with hurt in her eyesâshe must have truly believed that she had won his affections.
You almost felt sorry for her.
"Dazai, what the hell?â She repeated. âAre you serious? You left me just to come flirt with thisââ she gestured towards you flippantly ââthis random girl?â
Almost.
Your eyes narrowed. In one swift motion, you had untangled the dagger from where it held back your hair and pressed it to the woman's throat. "I don't remember inviting you into this conversation,â you stated, plainly. âAnd I donât like sharing.â
She gasped, eyes flickering to Dazai for help, but he was too preoccupied gazing at you. âYouâre both insane!â
The butterfly hilt glinted under the soft lights, the ruby embedded in the centre winking as if anticipating another kill. You pressed it closer to her throat.
Suddenly, a loud theatric sigh rang through the room, alerting you to the silence that had overtaken it. âCome, children, must you always ruin my parties with your little charade?â
The voice was deep, amused, but there was an underlying edge to its tone. The sea of onlookers who had gathered around you began to part. Some, who were new to this fairly run of the mill debacle, were gawkingâlikely guests of other port mafia executives. Others, well acquainted with yours and Dazaiâs tumultuous relationship, regarded the scene with tense fear. When the final person stepped back, none other than Mori himself emerged from the crowd.
âI think itâd be best if you and yourâŚâ he glanced between Sato at gunpoint and the woman currently pinned beneath your blade, âguests settled down. My dear Elise must be so frightened!â He wailed.
Elise, miraculously appearing by Moriâs side as if summoned by the manâs call, delivered a swift kick to his shin. âThere you are!â She pouted. âI thought I asked you for cake!â
Mori glanced down at the young girl with adoration, apparently forgetting all about the situation he was attempting to diffuse. âElise! I was just on my way to get you some, I swear! I just got a little sidetrackedââ
Another kick to the shin. âNow!â
And with that, Elise was stomping away in the opposite direction. Mori stared after her, dejected.
âYes, yes.â He sighed. His focus turned back to the both of you, renewed disapproval souring his face now that Elise was gone. âAs you can see, I have my hands quite full with Elise. I really must insist you lower your weapons.â His eyes glowed dangerously. âYouâre disturbing my guests.â
You straightened, allowing your dagger to fall to your side at the warning tone in Moriâs voice. The woman, who was all but a statue mere moments before, took this as her opportunity to advance on you, seemingly alight with a newfound fury. She had her hand raised as if to slap you, tears brimming in her eyes. You raised a brow in amusement.
Dazai was not so quick to oblige to Moriâs command. He never lowered his gun. And with a quick cock of the trigger, his index finger squeezed down.
Once.
Twice.
A final resounding bang followed by a cacophony of shrieks punctuated the thud of two bodies hitting the ground. Blood spattered your face.
Before Mori could react, your wrist was seized in a vice grip, fingers cold as ice digging into your pulse, and Dazai was heading towards the exit with you in tow. The room was frozen as you departed.
No words were exchanged as you were lead out of the building into the parking garage and began weaving through row upon row of flashy cars. You twisted in Dazaiâs grip, trying to free yourself from his quick pace that had you stumbling behind in your heels. That was until you found yourself at a particularly expensive looking corvette. Sleek and black, windows tinted so dark that it was certainly not legal, and a jagged slash where you had keyed the driverâs side door in a fit of rage.
Dazaiâs car.
He stopped suddenly, yanking you in front of him until he could trap your body between his car and his embrace.
âBelladonnaâŚâ he purred into your ear. âThat was quite the stunt you pulled in there.â
His hands wandered over the curve of your waist, finding purchase in the loose silk around your hip and pulling you back tight to his chest. âSays the man with a purple bruise beneath his earlobe.â You growled.
A deep, sultry chuckle radiated from the manâs chest pressed firm behind you. âNow, now⌠thereâs no need to be jealous, my love.â
Craning your neck to glare into those cruel, shadowed eyes you knew so well, you forcefully peeled yourself from his grasp and huffed. Despite the familiar flames growing hot in your belly, you removed yourself entirely from Dazaiâs all encompassing heat to spin on him, jabbing a sharp nail into his chest. Dazai merely growled, eyelids lowering with lust as he gazed down upon your figure.
âI am not the jealous one here, Osamuââ a deep groan escaped his lips at the sound of his name on your tongue, taking a calculated step closer to cage you further between him and the hood of his car, ââyou are the one that shot my date.â
âThe date you brought to get a rise out of me, (Y/N),â he whispered, bending to ghost his lips along the shell of your ear. âLest we forget that you were the one who started this little game.â
His warm breath fanned over your neck making your knees wobble despite yourself. Bracing your hands on the hood of the car behind you, you turned your head away to avoid his now piercing gaze. âYou participate just as freely, Dazai.â You growled. âOr was the lady you brought a mere coincidence?â
He chuckled, but did not dignify you with an answer which only riled you up further. Hands back on your waist, Dazai retreated from your neck to capture your gaze with his. Fingers like cold silk ghosted up your sides, along the swell of your breasts, the dip in your collarbones, all the way to the curve of your jaw where they stayed, finally forcing you to look up at him with a touch none too gentle.
The sharp sting of pain that ached through your neck at the abrupt pulling of your chin closer to his elicited a soft whimper, one that Dazai revelled in. It was only him who could see you like this. Submissive and meek. Eyes clouded with desire and a willingness to please. His nerves felt alight with fire as he slowly pressed the length of his lithe frame to your softer one.
âTell me who you belong to,â he purred.
Your lips were a breath away, each letter enunciated by his tongue felt by the brush of his mouth ghosting over yours. You released a shuddering breath, resolve crumbling. He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth and pulled away. You tried to reclaim the distance between the two of you with a quick move onto your toes, but Dazai was quicker. You whined, displeased.
âIâll give you everything you desire in due time, Belladonna,â he promised, darkly. âBut only if you say the words.â
Your teeth caught purchase in your lower lip, in turn dragging Dazaiâs attention downwards. His own resolve was being shaken.
âOsamu,â you whispered.
A sharp breath slid between his clenched teeth. You grabbed him by the front of his suit jacket and yanked him down. The honeyed brown that began pooling in his irises had you entrancedâbut you wouldnât cave to him so easily.
âI donât belong to anybody.â
His lips crashed onto yours with bruising force, tipping your head back with thumbs pressed firmly into the underside of your jaw. Soft brown locks tickled your cheekbones as he dipped his head lower to deepen the kiss, parting your lips with an authority that had your body trembling. Tongues met, beginning a war for dominance, one that you knew you would lose but never seemed to mind.
Your fingers found purchase in the hair at the back of Dazaiâs head, tangling and tightening until your knuckles were brushing against his scalp. It must have been painful, but Dazai only gasped quietly into your mouth and kissed you hungrily.
His teeth nipped at your already bruising lips, hands sliding down to squeeze at your throat until you were gasping for air and your eyes were glowing with lust. Dazaiâs knee slid between you legs, pushing them apart and forcing your back down onto the hood of the car.
You stared up at him in the dim silver light of the moon straining to breach the darkness of the parking garage. His hair was mussed, bandages falling loose over his face, and blood blooming like a rose petal at the corner of his mouth where you bit just a little too hard. But as he knelt over you, unbuttoning his dress shirt torturously slow with eyes so dark and hungry you felt like youâd be swallowed whole⌠you could swear the angels above would weep at the sight of this devilâs beauty.
âYou donât think youâre mine, (Y/N)?â He said lowly. His hand trailed higher up your thigh until goosebumps were left in his wake and your dress was pooling around your waist. âIâll make sure everybody else does.â
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