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"i dont even care about you" chuuya growled in low voice as he kissed dazai harshly. that was a lie, of course. they had one of their secret meetings at the warehouse in detective agency. it became kind of a habit, whenever chuuya had mission nearby, he would make a quick stop at ADD, when dazai had a day off he would stop at PM. dazai - this tall, handsome man smelled like santal wood and it drove chuuya crazy. dazai was hot, extremely hot. chuuya would never admit it out loud though, never in his life. but being pushed against the boxes in back of the stock, he couldn’t get enough of latter. he kissed dazai hungrily, legs wrapped around dazai’s waist. dazai leaned into the kiss, towering over smaller. chuuya tried to pull dazai even closer, one hand going under dazai’s shirt, feeling his abs. dazai couldn’t help but chuckled. "do you need me that badly, chuuya~?" teased him taller one. chuuya punched him in the stomach in response, using a bit of force to show that he doesn’t have time for such stupid jokes. he looked dazai straight (gay) in the eyes, thinking of some cool response he could surprise dazai with, but gasped instead as dazai pushed him with the weight of his body against the boxes.
"tss chuuya, don’t you think you’re gonna be the one in charge with me" smirked latter and pressed his leg against chuuya's crotch, earning a sharp breath from him as chuuya forced himself to not make a sound.
"you damn jerk-" chuuya managed to say before throwing his head back because of the overwhelming pressure on his crotch. dazai was so ready to undress him and make him scream on top of his lungs, until he would forget his own name.
he grabbed chuuya by the choker around his neck and kissed him harshly. the passionate make out continued for a while, both of them wanting more and more from the other one. yet, as they hungrily kissed, someone else came to the stock.
"i know ranpo saaan~ we need five more carrots and two boxes of milk" whined atsushi, pacing into the said stock.
chuuya didn’t have a chance to hear him, fighting the urge to both kill and fuck dazai. fortunately, dazai noticed the footsteps coming their way.
"shit" he managed to say before pushing himself off of chuuya, pulling him from the boxes in the process.
"what-" chuuya widened his eyes in pure shock, realizing with horror that atsushi just opened the door nearby. he hasn’t notice them yet, and honestly, chuuya would probably just shoot himself on the sport if he would.
"carrots, carrots, carrots, for the love of god where are those damn carrots" he ranted to himself, looking for a box with carrots.
"dazai, he’s gonna find us!!" whisper-yelled chuuya anxiously. dazai was aware of that as well. if they don’t do something quickly, atsushi is going to find them in less than two minutes. dazai glanced at chuuya - his hair messy, sticking out in every direction possible, where was his hat being a mystery, his shirt crumpled and untucked, and his face...oh gosh his face - teary eyes, lips red and swollen, love marks all over his neck and collarbones.
dazai smiled, he was the reason chuuya was such a mess. he felt flattered. if atsushi was to find them, chuuya’s appearance would totally give them up.
they didn’t have time to think of a proper plan. not one they would both agree on.
"you stay here, wait until we leave and then go back to your apartment," dazai said, fixing his own clothes that was extremely disheveled. chuuya really didn’t hold back this time.
"make sure atsushi doesn’t see you. make sure no one sees you. also get yourself together at least a bit, mr. Nakahara, you really look just like a filthy whore right now." he said with a sly smirk spreading across his face, grabbing chuuya's chin and making him whimper a bit.
now was not time for dirty talk, atsushi was right behind the corner. dazai quickly pecked chuuya's plumpy lips and speed walked in the opposite direction, leaving the smaller one staring in front of him, trying to process what just happened.
just before atshushi could see chuuya, dazai leaned on a nearby shelf and grinned.
"oy, atshushi-kun! whatcha doing here?" atsushi flinched at this, wondering where did dazai come from. "dazai! how did u get here?" he tilted his head. "i was looking for a new way to commit suicide hehe, don’t get too curious!"smiled taller one as he grabbed atsushi around his shoulders, purposely making him face away from chuuya's hideout.
"anyways i heard u complaining about some carrots, here they are! " he forced a bunch of carrots into his arms. atsushi looked at him in slight shock. "milk is right hereee~" grinned taller and took a box of milk from top regal, pushing it into smaller's arms again. atsushi didn’t even have proper time to thank him, since, after that, dazai basically sprinted out of the warehouse and run upstairs into the bathroom. or so he guessed based on the loud stomping. he decided to not think too much of it and went back to the agency’s kitchen.
only then could chuuya properly exhale, this was a close one! he totally didn’t notice atsushi's presence. being in dazai's company made his mind go completely blank. dumb dazai! stupid dazai!!