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Rashomoun struck out.
Atsushi grabbed it, pulling it towards him without a second thought.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” Atsushi roared into Akutagawa's face. The multicolored eyes that once could have been described as watercolor glaring furiously into red ones.
Red.
The color of blood tearing from flesh.
The tearing of flesh caused by his teeth tearing with passion.
Passion, something people swear is real yet all it is, is vile disgusting filth.
Vile disgusting filth those monsters and the man in front of him.
The man who said he wanted to share a bed.
To share a last name.
To share a life.
“Couldn’t I see you my darling Jinko.”
“Call me darling again and ill kill you actually do anything and ill rip your fucking throat out.”
“Jinko.” Akutagawa whined, his red eyes staring deep over the entirety of the black haired man's body. Up and down his legs. It always will and has been Atsushi’s legs.
Atsushi threw the man across the alley they were in. Atsushi drew his gun. Then a voice in his head growled. ‘Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Food first’
Akutagawa lay at the back watching Atsushi with a dark smile on his face. His eyes are full of that same passion. The passion Atsushi had seen before. The disgusting look Kunikida stared at Dazai with. The look Fukuzawa gave Mori. All of it was filth. Passion was a lie. Friendship and companionship all were lies.
“Jinko If you don't want to speak with me we could-”
“If your offering sex again fuck off you pervertt.”
“It was glorious.”
Atsushi stared at Akutagawa with deep disgust in his eyes.
“I was not in my right mind so if you ever insinuate that again detective.”
“You pinned me down right…in my bed. Why were you even there? At my house?”
Akutagawa smiled languidly at Atsushi. It was passion in his gaze that was a fruitless lie.
Atsushi growled and Akutagawa simpered at that noise.
“If you do not shut up,detective, I swear to god.”
“If you give me a kiss I will leave.”
Atsushi wanted to rip this man apart, but not like how he wanted to rip apart the girl or Dazai. He wanted this man all to himself. To lock him up and never let him see the light of day again. Never. Never. Never. Never would he allow someone like the idiot in front of him free again.
Nobody is like that man. Don't you think so? Do we agree about that, correct?
Atsushi started realizing Akutagawa would use Rashomoun to drag him back. And Atsushi was not ready to listen to the fucking endless complaints that would start if he fought Akutagawa in
the street again.
So Atsushi did the one most disgusting thing he could.
He kissed Akutagawa, shoving him onto the floor. His tongue violently attacked Akutagawa’s mouth.