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Ah, postcoital bliss. You snuggled under Osamu Dazai’s arm, his bandages sticking in your hair as usual. But you were content, and you sighed against his chest. He replied with a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
The postcoital moments were most special to you - maybe because for 5 minutes straight, Osamu didn’t talk at all. Eventually he’d start up again, but you relished the short-lived quiet.
“So,” he finally asked - he made it about 4 minutes - fingers circling your shoulder. “What do you think of Chuuya?”
“Uh, Chuuya? Hard worker? Snazzy dresser? Top-notch roundhouse kick?”
Osamu squeezed your shoulder.
“Let me be more clear: do you find him attractive?”
What an odd question.
“He's good-looking, sure.”
He was good-looking, but more so he was wildly intimidating. All business. You didn’t see him much socially.
“Let me be even more clear.” Osamu said again. “Would you fuck him?”
You laughed. There was never a dull moment with Osamu and you’d come to expect it.
“Um? How would you like it if I asked you that about my friends?”
“Oh, I've already thought about that. Your closest bestie, maybe, but her gag reflex is demonstrably abysmal; your second, fuck no; and the third, abso-fucking lutely -”
You rolled away and covered your face. “Just how do you know about my best friend’s gag reflex?”
Osamu rolled you back to him. “She can barely throw back a shot of tequila without coughing. Terrible form. Anyway, back to Chuuya. Fuck or no.”
You pulled to arm’s length, serious face on. “Why are you asking me this?”
He took a deep, exasperated breath.
“Because I've seen how you look at him, and he also looks that way at you. Aaaannnnd I have a fun plan.”
Your body went limp, nuzzling into his neck bandages. “Fun plan? Your last ‘fun plan’ landed us in jail.”
He shrugged, and your head bounced with his shoulders. “Sure it did, but just for one night. And this is a good plan. Wanna hear it?”
“No. But kind-of yes.”
“Right!” Osamu settled in.
“Did you know that Chuuya is highly submissive?”
“No...and how would you know?”
“I’ve known him since we were 15. Come on now, I’ve learned a few things.”
“Fine. Okay go on.” You could admit to being intrigued. For no other reason that you wanted to hear this stupid plan.
No. Other. Reason.
“My plan is you seduce him and dominate him and he'll get all flustered and ragey and then we’ll laugh and then I'll fuck you.”
That…wasn't really a plan.
He kissed the hollow of your neck, and you shivered. When Osamu coupled one of his wacky plans with seduction, they were very hard to resist.
Thus the night in jail.
“So what you’re saying is you get off on humiliating Chuuya.”
He kissed you lower, the front of your clavicle.
“Have you met me? Humiliating Chuuya is my biggest kink.”
You tugged at his hair.
“ Sexually though?”
He shrugged, and licked you again.
“Anyway, Osamu, no. That feels weird. Intrusive. Cruel. Insincere.”
Osamu sighed, and against your skin it felt like a caress.
“Fine, we'll just ask him directly.”
“Ask him what ?”
“I'll tell him you're super dominatrix-y and want to give him a try.”
You kissed his neck in reply, and he moaned, unabashed, unashamed. Osamu was so loud in bed you’d almost think he was faking.
“But,” you said, “if I were super dominatrix-y I wouldn’t get you to tell him - I’d just tell him myself, wouldn’t I?”
“Perfect, the plan is set.”
Had you just walked into another stupid plan? This wasn’t even a plan!
You’d learned over time: turning the tables was the only way to thwart his intellect.
“What will you be doing? It feels creepy that you're just sitting there watching? While your girlfriend seduces your friend?”
Then all the repercussions dawned on you, and you were horrified. You sat up straight.
“Wait, that’s what you want? For me to dominate Chuuya while you watch?”
He waited, smiling blandly, for you to go on.
“Wait, you want to watch me with someone else?”
He waited again, smiling blandly again, for you to go on.
“Wait, how come you never let me dominate you before?”
He finally smirked at you. “All these answers are immaterial. How about this: try and dominate me right now. If you can do it, I’ll let you have Chuuya. I’ll enjoy watching him have a mere taste of what I get all the time.”
“You can’t give Chuuya to someone like you own him -”
“Sure I can,” he said confidently. Then he lay back, hands behind his head. “Go on, take control. This’ll be fun.”
You sat on the edge of the bed. “Fine. Come here and get on your knees.”
He grinned. “No.”
You huffed and held your ground. “Osamu. Don’t make me refuse to hurt you. I know how much you like it.”
He thought it over. “Well-played. All right then. You take control all night. I’ll talk to Chuuya tomorrow.”
Dazai generally forgot 75% of his plans the next day. You figured this would be one of them, but it was a fun game to take control for the evening. He was very polite about it. You only got three smirks all night while you told him what to do.
To your surprise, at the end of the next day, Dazai reported that Chuuya had taken the bait.
“What bait exactly?”
“He’ll submit to you while I watch.”
You crossed your arms. “There is no universe in which Chuuya would ever, ever do that. Submit? To me? In front of you?”
Osamu smiled and tapped your chin. “There is one universe in which Chuuya would. You underestimate your appeal, my dear. He’ll do it so he can have you .”
“This has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever done,” you said out loud to yourself in front of the hotel room door. The two men were in there waiting, as the plan was for you to arrive last. You realized you were very nervous.
“Then again,” you said back to yourself, “this is actually pretty tame compared to Dazai’s past ideas. And at least it’ll feel good. And I won’t wind up in jail. I hope not, anyway.”
Finally agreeing with yourself, you set your shoulders, and fought back the urge to knock. This was your room and you were going to own it and all the people in it.
But you did enter softly, and as you stepped inside you took in a different scene than you expected.
Dazai was seated in the armchair, one knee up on his other leg and arms behind his head, relaxed as you please. Chuuya was sitting backwards on the desk chair facing him, also looking pretty relaxed. They were just chatting, friendlier than they usually seemed. There was no tension in this room.
It took you aback, because you had planned to rely on that combative energy to keep Chuuya in line. There wasn’t an ounce of rage in him at the moment, and you didn’t know what to do with that.
They turned from their conversation to look at you and your now-seemingly overdone mini black leather dress and boots. You squirmed a little under their gaze. This was not a strong start.
“You look nice, Doll,” Chuuya said. “What’re we doing?”
As usual with Dazai’s plans, you didn’t realize until you were right in the middle of them how preposterous they were. In this plan you had to run the show. You were standing here and it was too late. So you were not going to disappoint.
You dropped your bag in the corner.
“What we’re doing,” you replied with what you hoped was a stern tone, “is teaching you what I like. If you learn it right, you’ll get a reward.”
Chuuya tipped his hat at you. “I’d like nothing more.”
“Great. Take your jacket and vest off.”
He actually replied, “Yes, ma’am,” but it didn’t sound nearly as reverent as you expected. There was a lilt to it. You’d have to discipline that out of him.
Turning your back on Chuuya, you bent over to dig through your bag. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dazai bend his head down so he could peek up your dress.
You didn’t actually have anything important in your bag; you just wanted to give Chuuya time to adjust without you studying his every move.
Then you turned again, he’d done as you asked - even unbuttoned his first few buttons to reveal tantalizing skin - and was perched on the edge of the bed. His gloves were off too, and you’d never seen his hands. They were beautiful. What could you make him do with them?
You cocked your head and took him in. You rather liked his hat, and decided not to ask him to take it off.
The butterflies rose a little.
Your mafia role required you to take control of lots of things, from hostages to uncooperative underlings. You certainly knew how to be firm, or elicit cooperation. Dazai and Chuuya were were operatives at the same level as you, and you never ordered each other around.
You squared your shoulders and adopted your work demeanor. You were more than capable, thank you very much. In this room it didn’t matter that Chuuya could crush you to a pulp. He’d agreed to this, and he’d comply.
You strode up to him.
“What color panties am I wearing? If you guess right you’ll get a reward.”
Dazai cleared his throat.
Chuuya confidently said, “You’re not wearing any.”
You wanted to glare at your boyfriend. Was he thwarting you ?
“Good guess,” you said sarcastically. “Try guessing my bra color without help.”
Chuuya cocked his head. You watched the hat chain swing instead of looking at his pretty face.
“Green.”
Relieved he was wrong, you smiled. “Sorry, no. That means you won't see it for a while.”
Chuuya growled a little but it was cute and half-hearted. You sat on the bed and put your legs out on his.
“Rub my legs. You have nice hands. Don’t go up my dress.”
You leaned back on your elbows and closed your eyes, partly to enjoy the sensation and partly because Chuuya’s gaze was very intense and you wanted to think about what to do next.
Chuuya’s hands were warm, and strong, and gave good leg rubs. Something about it wasn’t quite spa-like though; between his squeezes was a feather light touch. That massage told you a lot about the kind of lover he was.
The room was quiet except for breath. You reminded yourself to give Dazai kudos later for not saying a fucking word.
“You can go up my skirt 5 centimeters once you take off your pants and unbutton your shirt.”
“Why 5?” One of Chuuya’s hands was gone, and you heard fabric rustling.
“Because that’s how many more guesses you get for my bra color.”
A few seconds later Chuuya’s hand returned, and he said “okay.” You opened your eyes to confirm, and his shirt was indeed open and his torso was indeed spectacular. He was completely naked on the bottom, so the boxer-brief question wouldn’t be answered tonight; but you loved what you saw. For a small man, Chuuya had a large, upright cock. It made you want to drool a little but that was unbecoming for your role so you just smiled instead.
“You look nice, Doll,” you told him, echoing his previous words. “Go ahead.”
This time you watched his hands inch up your dress. His centimeter estimate was quite good, and he followed the rules.
“Black, red, purple, brown…” He dug his fingers into your thighs, and pressed as he took the last centimeter.
“Blue.”
That sure sounded like he knew your bra was blue all along. There was a traitor in this room. You took back every kudo you were going to give Dazai.
Well, at least Chuuya was playing. You’d take it.
“Congratulations,” you said knowingly. You scooted up and removed your dress, revealing your dark-blue bra (that Dazai had never seen, so how he knew was a mystery in itself). This left you both naked on the bottom, with only bra (you) and unbuttoned shirt and hat (him). Fair enough.
“You’re beautiful,” Chuuya said. “Thank you for sharing your body with me.”
That was polite and kind; but it didn’t sound submissive. He had a ways to go.
“You may kiss me,” you said. He leaned in.
“Not on the mouth. Neck, chest only. No tongue.”
Again, silence in the room: except breath, and lips on skin as Chuuya did was he was told. His lips moved like his hands did: heavy then light, intense then playful. You sighed contentedly, and opened your legs wider, but Chuuya didn’t move past the line you’d set for his hands.
You let this happen for a while; it felt good, and you were in charge.
“To be honest,” Chuuya said, “I thought you’d move even slower than this.” And then he completely broke his role and plunged his tongue down between your breasts, and edged his thumbs up your thighs. You exhaled a small moan with your sigh, before realizing you were supposed to be punishing Chuuya for what he just did.
You slid back.
“That’s strike one,” you said. “Actually, strike two, since you broke two rules. I’ll give you one more strike, because we’re new, and I’m irresistible and I’m asking a lot of you.”
Chuuya chuckled and said “okay.” Cooperative - but not submissive.
You narrowed your eyes. “Let’s try this in reverse, then. Hands where your lips were. If you’re good about that, you can add your mouth.”
He nodded, and traced the top of your bra cups, not straying below them. Then his fingers traced up your straps, then up your neck, meeting at your lips. You kissed them, and he hummed.
“Good,” you said.
His hands reversed direction; this time, when they reached where strap met cup, his longest fingers dipped in a little, a transgression he knew he’d be caught for.
So Chuuya liked to push boundaries.
You sighed, disappointed.
“You are too impatient, Chuuya.”
“I am,” he said.
“I’m just going to keep slowing you down if you disobey me.”
You pushed him to lying down and leaned over him but didn’t straddle him; your bra grazed his chest, and you ate up the surprise in his eyes. You positioned your lips above his, and waited until he lifted his neck, then pulled away.
“It’s funny,” you said. “You don’t seem to be getting my message. If you want me you’re going to have to try harder than that, Chuuya.”
Maybe the frustration was showing on your face, too. You were disappointed because you wanted Chuuya, and you didn’t want to wait either. Your own self-control was slipping. Your discipline would start sounding like begging if you weren’t careful.
Chuuya didn’t reply to you; instead he talked to Dazai directly.
“Sorry,” he said. “I can’t take it anymore.”
Dazai snorted.
“Take what?” you asked.
Seemingly with one finger Chuuya reset both of you - you were suddenly flat on your belly, him behind you.
This didn’t feel very submissive of him.
Chuuya pulled you by your ankles until you were closer to him.
“It’s Funny ? No, here’s what’s funny,” Chuuya said as he climbed on top of your back. He punctuated the rest of his speech with spanks to your now-naked backside. “That you” - spank - “could think” - spank - “that I” - spank - “would submit” - spank - “to you.”
You were panting, both from surprise and arousal - and if you were honest, a little relief - but they could barely hear it because your face was deep in the pillows.
Chuuya leaned over you; but he must have been playing with gravity because all you could feel was the chain of his hat dragging against your skin.
“I could burn this whole city to the ground in five minutes. Do you think I would let anything in this fucking world tell me what to do?”
He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you out of the pillows fast enough to hear your squeal.
“ Do you ?”
“No,” you panted.
You’d misjudged Chuuya. Which meant…wait. Dazai never misjudged anyone. And he said they’d known each other since they were fifteen. Did they set you up instead of the other way around?
Still in Chuuya’s grip, you craned your neck towards Dazai, to study his expression and get the truth. He was leaning forward, hand on chin, studying you like one would a museum piece.
“Actually very foolish, Love,” he said. “There’s not a submissive atom in that whole tiny body.”
“Not the time, asshole,” muttered Chuuya.
“Why did you set me up?” you asked, strained.
Dazai shrugged. “Because I knew you’d look pretty this way. Was I right?”
Chuuya nodded. “You were. For once.”
Well you sure felt pretty.
Dazai strolled up and squatted down to be eye-to-eye. “You good?”
Chuuya let up on your hair but only slightly. “Yes,” you said. “But I wish you’d just told me.”
“Surprises are fun though!” He kissed your forehead and stepped back.
“So let’s get a few things straight,” said Chuuya, still holding your hair tightly. “I will be in charge and you will not. Yeah?”
He nodded your head for you.
“Second. When I fuck you, you will say my name, because I like that. Yeah?”
He nodded your head for you again.
Dazai said, “Kind-of a dick move with someone else’s girlfriend, but I’ll allow it.”
“Third. You will not touch my hat.”
“He fucks that hat more than he fucks women,” Dazai said.
“Shut the fuck up Dazai, I just don’t want anyone touching it.”
“It’s fine,” you interjected quickly. If these two started fighting you’d never get laid. “I won’t touch your hat. It looks great on you.”
“Thank you,” Chuuya said, mollified that you were on his side this time. Then he gripped your scalp harder, and the game was on.
“Most of him is very small,” Dazai called out, “but his cock isn’t. I’ll give him that much.”
Chuuya jerked your head back against his chest. “You want to find out, Doll? You want me tight inside you?”
It was rhetorical. Of course you did.
He nodded your head for you again. Then he laughed. “And you thought I was going to beg you, huh?”
He twisted your face towards him. Instinctively you parted your lips. Having him this close and not feeling his mouth felt like a crime.
So much for holding off the kissing.
Chuuya leaned in, animalistic, tongue first - directly defying what you’d told him not to do minutes before. When he let your hair go it stung, and his firm grip slid right down your body, commanding every hair to stand up in an ironically heated chill.
“Where do you want me?” You heard Dazai’s voice from somewhere behind you.
You’d never admit to anyone that Chuuya’s kiss made you forget he was there.
“Where do I want you? Out of the room?” This banter was always fun to watch, But it could go on for a long time. You whined. If they started arguing in earnest they’d forget you were there.
“No can do, buddy. She doesn’t belong to you. But we agreed it’s your night and I’ll honor it.”
Chuuya nipped the side of your mouth and you yelped.
“Fine,” he finally said. “Anywhere I don’t have to look at your scrawny ass, I’ll go soft just thinking about it. How about…sit up on the pillows.”
Chuuya kissed up your neck until he found your ear. “How about it, Doll? You want to suck off your boyfriend while I fuck you?”
The brat came out before you thought twice.
“You’re asking me? I thought you were supposed to tell me what to do?”
Maybe that was a mistake.
You’d forgotten how fast Chuuya was. He had you turned facing forward, half on top of Dazai who’d just gotten on the bed, and spanked you twice so hard you lurched basically right into Dazai’s groin.
“That’s cute,” he said. “Now pay attention to your boyfriend.”
Dazai - whose shirt was now open and whose pants were now half unzipped - put his hands behind his head again. “Oops. Forgot to tell you how mean he gets in bed.”
You mumbled into his zipper. “ Forgot ?”
“Unzip me, will you?”
You steadied your arms, push-up style, and reached forward. But fast as a whip, Dazai’s wrist caught you.
“With your teeth.”
You glared at your man. He was showing off at your expense. But Chuuya rubbed his hands up your spine, reached your scalp again, and tapped on it. And if Chuuya wanted you to, you’d do it. It was his night.
You nipped Dazai just above his zipper line, and he jumped. Chuuya snickered and said “I like you, Doll.” You smiled as the zipper came down, and hands did the rest until you were all naked on the bottom.
“Oooh, I fucking like this,” Chuuya said as you settled in with kisses to your lover’s thighs. “You’re facing your boyfriend and you’ll say my name.”
You studied Dazai. His confidence never broke, ever . He was so sure of himself that he never even bothered being protective of you. But his eyes narrowed a little. It was a first .
Chuuya had the upper hand, and knew it, and pushed it.
“Hey, you know what’ll be even more fun? Your lips around his cock while you do it.”
Dazai tensed a little. “That’s too far, Chuuya.” He actually sounded a little unsettled. And his voice was firm.
“Okay then. I’ll settle for ‘yes.’ That good enough for you? Or are you that insecure?”
Dazai actually elbowed you aside to glare at his rival. “This isn’t about insecurity, it’s about respect.”
“Like you have any respect for me ever -”
“Fine! I Don’t give a fuck! Hear your name all you want!”
You started to roll off him. “Do you two just wanna fuck and I can go?”
“No,” they growled at the same time.
They didn’t fight seamlessly for nothing: their timing was impeccable.
Dazai pulled you up by your throat and kissed you roughly, hand still around your neck. His other hand held your waist steady. And Chuuya reached to your other side and found a nipple, while his other hand snaked past your ass, through your legs, and found your pussy from behind. Your squeal-moan was first pleasure and then surprise at four hands and one mouth suddenly focused on you.
Chuuya bit your shoulder. You jerked your hips forward. Dazai squeezed both his hands.
Chuuya let up when Dazai’s mouth released you, but Dazai pulled you eye-to-eye - by your throat - as you gasped.
“Go ahead,” he taunted. “Say his name. See what happens.”
You were very familiar with Dazai’s “See what happens.” His imagination was infinite. He’d killed people slowly after saying those words.
You shook with both terror and lust: you might like the consequences - or you might not.
He didn’t seem in a joking mood.
Chuuya stuck two fingers inside you, and you whimpered. “Guess I have a goal now,” he muttered, and licked down your back.
You weren’t a prize to win and didn’t want to be used as a pawn against either of them. But their hands and mouths felt damn good. They seemed back on task and you let them continue.
“Don’t take him in yet,” Chuuya said. “You can just drool on him.” Dazai’s cock was drool-worthy, so this was no problem. You licked his tip, and teasingly took half of him in, then out. His hand took your mouth’s place as you rose up.
“I want to hear your voice. I want to hear you moan for me.”
You wiggled your ass. “Make me moan, then.”
“Oops,” Dazai said. “I forgot to tell you how bratty she is in bed.”
Chuuya’s fingers thrust in deep, and rotated. “I think we can fuck that out of her.”
Dazai’s fingers tipped up your chin, and you drowned in dark eyes that adored you. “I think so, too.”
His gaze flicked past your shoulder and back to you; you recognized that look. You’d seen him use it with Chuuya when they coordinated an attack. You kind-of felt like you were going to be attacked.
You kind-of didn’t mind.
Chuuya’s hands were suddenly gripping your hips very tightly. He thrust into you hard, and you would have head-butted Dazai’s chest had he not been gripping your chin. Dazai swallowed your first moan, then pulled back to study your needy face.
“You know,” he said conversationally while Chuuya kept going, “I love your face when I’m fucking you, but I don’t always get to see it.”
You moaned again, and again he swallowed it and pulled back.
“It’s fun in the mirror,” he continued, “but then I can’t kiss you.”
He kissed you hard then, all tongue. Chuuya pinched your nipple, to help him swallow an extra moan.
“In case you’re wondering,” he finished saying against your lips, “that’s why I can share you tonight. I get to have this face . The face of you being fucked - the sound of you being fucked - right against my cock.”
“Please let me,” you said. “I need you so bad, Osamu.”
“I know. I’ll pull you up every once in a while so you can be heard, I promise.”
You took your time, though, allowing for plenty of licking - and yes, drool - before taking him in fully.
Meanwhile Chuuya had your clit hostage, and his tongue all over your back. As he’d done since he first touched you, he balanced roughness and softness, keeping you guessing until you stopped thinking and did nothing but feel. You devolved to nothing but a bundle of nerves, sensing hands and mouths all over as you whimpered and moaned and cried.
Dazai was never quiet in bed; but he was more subdued here, reserving full abandon just for you. Chuuya was all grunts and growls tonight, like he was paying attention to your body and listening for cues. Eventually, you knew, he would ask for more from you. You floated, and let sensation carry you closer and closer to release.
“Do you remember when you met me, Doll?”
You grunted. You sure did remember. He was renowned in the mafia, and you were rather starstruck at the time.
“I said, I’m Chuuya Nakahara, and I put my hand out.” As punctuation he splayed his hand out over your breast, and fucked you harder.
You knew what was coming.
“And what did you say, Doll?”
You whimpered a little, and pulled off Dazai’s cock, which he did not like, and he pulled your hair hard in protest.
“I said -”
Chuuya thrust especially hard and said - “Go on.”
“‘I finally get to meet the incomparable Chuuya.’”
“That’s right,” he replied, and spanked you twice again, just as hard as he had at the start, launching you right back around Dazai’s cock. Dazai moaned, and so did you, and Chuuya snickered and gripped you more tightly.
“If you say my name again I’ll let you cum.”
You were close and he could tell.
Dazai’s palm tensed on your scalp. The answer had to be no, you could feel it. You shook your head as best you could with hollowed cheeks.
Chuuya sighed, and pulled out of you. All his warmth disappeared as gravity-infused air filled the space between you. Except his tip, a tease, a reminder.
You practically convulsed at the sudden absence, lifting your head a bit.
“Please, Chuuya, come back, I -”
As soon as he heard his name, he was plunging into you again, and you moaned your relief around Dazai. But you barely had time to do so before Dazai pushed your head down so far you were kissing the skin around his base. You needed to prepare before taking him that far, and you gagged and heaved. Now both men were laughing - and both were edgy, cruel laughs at another’s expense. You were in the middle of a power play, and they were both misbehaving, and you didn’t like it.
But?
Hands were all over you, nipples and clit and ass and neck. And groans and grunts filled the air. This power play also felt fucking fantastic. It was the time to be lovers, not fighters.
When Dazai eased up on your head and you heaved for breath, your next noise was a guttural cry-turned-whimper that set both men on the same page for once. You were all racing towards the same goal. Helping each other get there would be a win for all of you.
The room was again quiet except for skin, lips, moans, groans, hisses. Impossibly coordinated, each man pinched one nipple, then rubbed gently. It reminded you who you were with, how different they were and how focused they were on you, and you climbed, climbed, climbed, then fell hard, whining around Dazai’s cock, choking on your own orgasm and keening with your remaining breath.
Chuuya rubbed your back in circles and hummed his approval, kissing softly at the small of your back. Dazai cooed sweetly in your ear how proud he was of you, how grateful he got to see you cum like that.
Then his tone completely changed.
“If you cum inside her I’ll fucking kill you,” Dazai growled.
“Don’t worry,” said Chuuya, and rubbed the base of your spine. You instinctively tipped your ass up. “I want to cum right here.”
“As for me,” Dazai said wincing with the effort, “I’ll wait until you leave to finish.” He studied you. You didn’t like what you saw.
You were in trouble.
Dazai grabbed himself but stuck his fingers in your mouth for you to wrap your tongue around. Chuuya sped up behind you, hips stuttering every time you clenched and shivered as you recovered yourself. A few strokes later he pulled out and, as promised, came on the small of your back. Dazai was nuzzling your neck, more visibly relaxed knowing that Chuuya had done what he’d asked.
Chuuya’s hands rubbed you softly before pulling away, kissing you lightly on either side of where he’d left his mark. You felt his absence and a minute later he reappeared dressed, and with a cloth to clean you. He finished by kissing you once more in the same spots.
“We have unfinished business,” Dazai said. “Get the fuck out.”
“Wait,” you said.
At the same time Chuuya said, “Can I kiss you?”
Dazai frowned. But if he thought you were going to let someone fuck you and leave without saying goodbye, he was very mistaken.
You kissed your lover. “This is fair,” you said, and stared in his eyes until he relented.
You pulled off him. You’d seen Dazai close to death many times - sometimes by his own hand - and you had never seen him more lost than that moment.
But he had literally made this bed. And he had to literally lie in it, for just a few minutes.
You got up and walked a few steps with Chuuya, out of earshot but not out of view. You kissed him, hands against his chest but not around his neck.
“It was cruel, making me say your name.”
He looked down. “I guess it was. But we had one night. I had to hear it just once.”
“Well, you got it twice.”
“Thank you,” he said earnestly. Then he whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll make it right with him.”
“Me too.”
“It’ll be harder for you.”
You shrugged. “It was fun. I’m glad we did it.”
“Yeah.” He kissed you one more time, and left.
When the door shut, Dazai appeared behind you, and dragged you to the bed. You knew what he needed, and were ready to comply.
He pushed you down hard on your stomach, and took the position Chuuya was just in. But he held you down, and was rough, and fast, and quiet, and self-focused. Fucking Dazai always felt good, and your moans against the bedsheets encouraged him to keep going. But this act was performative, and not for you. You touched yourself because he didn’t. Osamu was claiming you, and you could either let him, or get up and leave him for good. You wanted to keep him.
He came inside you, unceremoniously. After he finished, he pinched your back where Chuuya had kissed you, then flipped you and kissed you roughly, face to face.
“Osamu,” you said between kisses. “You know I’m yours, right?”
He disengaged, and sat across from you.
“What did I tell you would happen if you said his name?”
“Actually you didn’t tell me. You said your trademark, ‘See what happens.’”
“I did? Oh, right. I did. Because if I had told you -” his fingers trailed down your neck so lightly, too lightly - “you would have screamed.”
You didn’t get scary-Dazai very often. Most of the time he was scary to others. Directed at you…well, you trusted him.
Didn’t you?
“Screamed in pleasure , right?”
Dazai smiled. Like he pitied you.
“You can choose.”
Just like “See what happens,” you were also very familiar with Dazai’s “You can choose.” Neither option would be pleasant. But one would be tolerable and one would be horrific.
“You can wear a gag for 72 hours. Or I can cut out your tongue. You can choose.”
Your eyes widened. He looked so serious you actually, kind-of, believed him.
His dark eyes studied every panicked movement, taking notes on what spooked you. He inhaled, then paused before speaking. It was a technique you used all the time with captives. It didn’t feel good to hear him do it to you.
“I really, really didn’t want to hear his name come out of your mouth. Really didn’t. Reallllly didn’t.”
“You said you’d allow it. I heard you -”
“Riiighhht, I did say that. Oh, there’s a third option.”
The third option was usually worse than the first two. And Dazai’s eyes were very serious.
“The third option is that we do this again, and I fuck you and you face him, and you say my name over. And over. And over. Right in his Goddamn ear.”
No denying: Dazai was furious . You’d never seen him this enraged. You’d never seen Chuuya get a rise out of him at all. Maybe this was a weak spot, and maybe that gave you a little leverage.
Chuuya had been cruel, and Dazai had been cruel. Chuuya wasn’t your partner, but he was the one who apologized to you. If your lover was going to threaten you, you were going to fight back.
“I’ll take that option,” you said with just as evil a smile. Hell, you weren’t in the mafia for nothing. “I would love to kiss Chuuya again.”
Dazai slapped you, and it hurt, and your eyes teared.
“You want to kiss Chuuya again. Is this a game to you?”
You squinted through your tears and kept your chin up. Then you got off the bed, and stood.
“Isn’t it?”
It had better be; because otherwise he wasn’t going to get away with slapping you. You were ready to hit back, and you were just as trained as he was.
The scariest thing about Dazai was how he switched emotions like clothes, dropping one and donning another in milliseconds.
He smiled happily, and said, “It is! I’ll set it up!”
And then he got up, turned away and pulled out his phone.
The scariest thing about Dazai was that you didn’t know, sometimes, which emotion was real and which was fake.
He didn’t comfort you after that hard slap.
It told you which emotion was the real one.
You got dressed while he busied himself with his phone, and you left.
He didn’t follow you.