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“It’s a miracle,” Dazai looks at the other in awe, constantly poking his chest.
The red hue of Chuuya’s ability fails to fade no matter how many times he touches him. It’s a vast discovery, and the redhead looks unfazed with his hands on his waist.
Until it goes on and on.
Poke after poke.
“Will you fucking cut that out already?” Chuuya snaps. He pulls the hand away from his chest, tutting in disappointment. “You’re telling me you had your ability for years, and you didn’t know you could turn it off?”
“I’ve never tried–”
Chuuya slams his knee into the other's stomach, watching the fragile body be tethered and tossed onto the brick walls by gravity manipulation. He only did it to test if his ability really wasn’t affected by No Longer Human, and damn, he is much more vigorous without that pesky nullifying power in the way.
Dazai cried out in pain, letting out a small sound before turning his ability back on.
He can physically feel the power seeping out of his body, vanishing into nothing but particles as a blue light flashes around Dazai’s body. His nullification is unique to look at, ancient patterns and designs that activate when an ability touches him, and vice versa.
“I guess you weren’t lying,” Chuuya concludes uselessly. “You gonna go ahead and tell your agency friends now?”
Dazai sweeps off the debris that fell from the brick wall and off his coat. He grunts, standing up and trying to fathom how good gravity felt on his body. Is this how abilities felt like? It’s new. “No, I want you to do that again.”
“You want me to kick your ass a second time?” Chuuya raises an eyebrow in suspicion, “I’m starting to think that you like the beatings.”
Dazai tsks, how could he explain to someone who lacks a brain that it feels uniquely good without riling him up or scaring him away? “So what if I did like Chuuya’s stupid gravity hacks? Are you going to refuse the opportunity?”
Of course, he wasn’t ever going to decline the chance to continuously fold him up like a chair and beat him to a pulp. This is the perfect moment to get revenge for all those years Dazai has pissed him off.
So when Chuuya lifts him off his feet with zero hesitation, Dazai accepts it with a smirk.
He slams him into the opposite wall with less force. It still cracks, but not enough to create a hole with Dazai falling through it. Chuuya glides off his own two feet to stand a few inches away from the brunet's half-sitting form.
It’s a parody of their time in the dungeon. But there’s no chokehold or knife to his neck, just the feeling of gravity crushing Dazai’s lungs until he’s unable to breathe.
“This is what you’ve been missing all these years,” Chuuya intensifies the gravity, weighing down the pressure in his brain until he wants to explode, “A good beating to yer’ body so you know how the rest of us feel about your shitty behavior.”
Dazai can’t breathe, he’s faint from all the blood lowering from his head. It’s crushing his ribs, the pressure squeezing his lungs and he can only think about one thing.
He would love to die this way.
And when it feels like it’s about to happen, Chuuya releases his ability, catching a panting Dazai by his neck so he doesn’t drop ass-first into the rough ground.
“Holy fucking shit,” Chuuya analyzes the expression on Dazai’s face, “You really did like that.”
Dazai must be in a foggy haze. He feels like the world is turning on its axis, turning and turning until he’s dizzy and mute.
He wouldn’t be surprised if a faint blush of pink was painted on his cheeks despite the blood draining from his body seconds ago. The man has to bite his lips from uttering the words ‘again’ .
He hates pain, but Chuuya is a different type of pain .
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Dazai says, finally managing to obtain his voice back. “It hurt like a bitch.”
“Your face says otherwise.”
Chuuya removes his gloved hand from the bandaged neck, replacing the sensation with a knee shoved against Dazai’s groin. “I think you like it when I manhandle you,” Chuuya holds him against the wall with gravity, emphasizing his point when Dazai lets out a pleased noise, “Admit it, you piece of shit.”
The brunet shakes his head in defiance, stopping when Chuuya grinds his knee even harder against his clothed crotch.
The warm heat of the Yokohama sun makes the shirt and vest cling to his body, it creates a feeling of itchiness and arousal that clashes against each other. “Off, Chuuya, please ?”
“My knee or your clothes?”
Dazai whines.
He’s already accepted the situation.
Chuuya laughs, mocking and full of merit, “Tell me you want it, and I’ll strip you bare. Just how you like it.”
Dazai hooks his fingers into the shorter man's shoulders to adjust himself. It’s hard when his body is staying upright because of gravity, but he manages. “Chuuya is such a tease,” he pouts instead.
He yelps when Chuuya makes him slide down the wall. His thighs are wrapped around Chuuya’s hips, held up by gloved hands that are cool against his clothed skin. “Tease? No, this is teasing.” Gravity rips the remains of his brown vest. His salary isn’t going to cover that.
He can feel both of their erections pressing against each other. Fuck.
The redhead nips on the first button of his white shirt, ripping it off between his teeth to let his nipples peek through the bandages underneath. “Can I?” Chuuya plays with the rough gauze between his fingers, tugging on it to show what he wants.
Dazai gives him a curt nod, and that’s the only permission Chuuya needs.
The bandages unwrap themselves as Chuuya tears the rest of his shirt. Dazai winces as the buttons hit the ground. He's going to steal the wallet in that black coat to pay for damages after this.
Chuuya rubs his hands up and down the slim waist, feeling small goosebumps rise over the scarred skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re all pliant for me. We should have done this sooner.”
Dazai mumbles something incoherent. Chuuya has barely started and he’s already speechless.
The redhead manipulates gravity to make Dazai’s head rest on his shoulder. Like this, he has full access to his shoulder and neck. “What, speechless?” Chuuya grins against his ear, before sinking his teeth into the crook of Dazai’s neck.
The brunet clamps his mouth onto Chuuya’s expensive coat, concealing the moan that’s falling from his lips. “Hnnghh,” he groans deliriously. The mafioso is directly attacking his sweet spot, making him weaker at the knees.
There’s going to be a bruise forming later. The bandages always successfully covered up the nips and colorful bruises left on his skin when Chuuya marked him. But he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to function when the man is done with him.
Gravity is a mesmerizing, dangerous ability.
“Arms up.”
He’s on autopilot, listening to Chuuya’s every command. The tan trench coat slides off his shoulders and leaves him vulnerable to the sweet touches of Chuuya’s fingers and lips.
Dazai’s back is being pressed against the wall, colder because of his nakedness, but warmer again when the mafioso presses his lips against the pinkness of his nipple. Chuuya gives it a tentative, experimental suck, smiling against his skin when Dazai moans.
“Fuck, Chuuya~” He’s so sensitive. It’s been a few months since Chuuya has ravaged him like this. It always ended with him pressed up to the bed, Chuuya taking his rage out with each thrust and the grip on his hair.
Being in an alleyway is so filthy.
“Anyone can see us at any moment,” Chuuya looks up at him with a smirk, “So keep quiet.”
Fuck, fuck –
Chuuya bites down on his nipple.
He does the opposite of what the redhead asks.
Chuuya has to clamp his palm against Dazai’s lips to muffle the disruptively loud moan. What a nuisance, says he despises pain yet turns into a whore when it’s him providing it. Which is hot, and it makes him want to prep little kisses on his skin to tease him longer.
So Chuuya sticks with just that, giving languidly stretched out kisses from his neck to his chest. It’s agonizingly slow, and he can feel Dazai trying to kick his legs free of gravity.
“Hurry up,” Dazai whines out when the other is still sucking on his skin.
Chuuya let's go with a lewd plop, “And miss the chance to see you beg? Hell no.”
His pace goes slower, and slower, and–
Dazai turns his ability back on.
“Fuck!” Chuuya was strong enough to grasp onto Dazai’s legs and push him back to the wall before they both could fall to the ground. “What are you doing? Turn your ability off,” Chuuya grumbles angrily.
“But you’re going at a slug's pace,” Dazai huffs, “Accurate, since Chuuya is a slug–”
“Hah?”
Chuuya lets go of Dazai’s right leg, using his free hand to tilt the blush-stained face downward. “Turn your ability off right fucking now. Or I’m going to leave you and enjoy myself somewhere else.”
It doesn’t take much convincing. How pathetic.
The moment Dazai turns it off, Chuuya uses his own ability to turn the brunet over. His face is to the wall, back arched and ass pressed persistently to Chuuya’s clothed crotch. It’s a position Dazai looks stunningly gorgeous in, his erection grows each minute, starting to hurt from the strain in his pants.
He traces the spine where Dazai’s body curves inward beautifully. Chuuya hears how his voice hitches, probably not used to how soft and featherlight the touches are.
“You look ready for the taking like this,” Chuuya praised him breathlessly.
Dazai tilts his face to the side, a pout blooming on his face when Chuuya doesn’t do anything more than just simple tracing.
“What?” Chuuya stares at him back. “Does the brat want something?”
Dazai looks like he’s on the verge of crying. They haven’t even done anything severe yet… the brunet is falling apart from whatever Chuuya wants him to do.
“I don’t-” he stops mid-sentence when Chuuya smacks his ass, “I don’t wanna.”
“Don’t want to do what?” Chuuya feigns innocence, tugging on the pants and teasing the skin underneath. There’s no way Dazai is unaffected by his touches, the hardness in his slacks says otherwise.
Gravity makes Dazai’s palms slap onto the walls, elbow bent slightly as his pants get tugged down to his knees.
The breeze is a slap to his senses, amplifying them and making Dazai more sensitive than he already is. “Don’t wanna beg,” Dazai says, but whatever is coming out of his mouth already sounds like begging.
“Well, you don’t have a choice, do you?” Chuuya teases, rubbing his fingers against the perineum through his underwear.
Dazai can’t escape the forces of gravity, so he’s compelled to receive each and every bite and kiss of his skin. Chuuya’s tongue doesn't stop slithering itself all around his still-clothed cock. The stimulation is too much and not enough at the same time.
“Chuuya– such a dog-”
He shuts up when a hand palms itself into his erection. Biting his lips barely conceals the breathy moans that threaten to make his presence known to the world.
“You’re in the position of a dog, idiot,” Chuuya sounded unaffected despite the insult. He’s currently on his knees as he uses gravity to keep Dazai in the position he wants. “I’m still waiting for you to give in.”
He doesn’t understand how Dazai’s still holding up when he shakes his head frantically.
“You clearly want this,” Chuuya sighs against his thigh, wanting to leave more hickeys in the soft flesh, “I promise to give you what you want.”
He’s being considerably nice to an inconsiderate asshole.
“I-” Dazai, a man of many words, can’t keep his act together as he struggles to find the will.
Chuuya decides to help.
“C’mon, baby. You’d be so good for me. A good boy, yeah?” He kisses Dazai’s raging erection, “Give in, Dazai. I’ll take care of you.”
It doesn’t take much for Dazai to break.
“Chuuya~” he cries out, “Please? Please, for you– Touch me? I want–”
“I know what you want. Just stay still and quiet for me.”
They’re back in the previous position they first started in. Chuuya's clothed cock rubs against Dazai’s ass as he pulls the brunet into a bruising kiss. It’s rough, desperate, and filled with emotions that weren't ever previously discussed.
Dazai’s lips are chapped against his thoroughly hydrated ones. He bites the bottom, pulling it until the taste of blood floods his mouth. Chuuya takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in and explore every inch of his mouth.
The kisses never get old. They’re familiar and warm and the taste of the fishy flavor that Dazai always emits from eating too much crab. One of his hands pulls off the underwear, fully concluding him naked when the pants around his knees fall to the ground.
Chuuya, in contrast, is still in his full suit and coat.
He avoids Dazai’s throbbing erection as he pulls away. Saliva drips down the other's face, a token from where they were just attached from a few seconds ago.
“Why did you stop?” Dazai asks desperately, but they haven’t even started .
“I said to be quiet,” Chuuya shushed him. Using gravity, he unbuttoned his own pants to let out the neglected erection that’s been sitting for a good dozen minutes, all the while wrapping Dazai’s legs around his waist so he'll be able to feel every inch of him. “Got lube?”
It was something he should have thought of before controlling Dazai like a neglected doll. But it was in the heat of the moment, he guesses.
Dazai points to the loose coat hanging uselessly on the floor. Using gravity, he makes the lube in his pockets weigh nothing before placing it in his hands. It’s a packet, the perfect amount. “You just keep this shit around with you? Why am I not surprised?”
“For moments like these,” Dazai mutters with a bit of coherency.
Chuuya sighs, rolling his eyes at the response. Of course, Dazai would have predicted they’d be fucking sooner or later. He takes off his right glove, slow and in front of Dazai’s face just how he likes it.
Dazai’s breath gets stuck in his throat, he loves watching how the redhead removed his glove to reveal slender but calloused fingers. It’s been a while since Chuuya has considered direct hand-to-skin contact, he’s always preferred the gloves.
“Is this moment special?” Dazai finds his voice back. The last time Chuuya took his gloves off, it was after corruption when he felt needy and handsy as a teenager. It’s never a regular occurrence and Dazai’s lucky to see it happen again.
“It is,” Chuuya smirks, “For the first time I fuck you with gravity.”
Holy shit.
That’s so hot. Dazai thinks he’ll melt in his ex-partner's arms.
“Please?” He doesn’t know what he’s begging for anymore. But Chuuya always delivers and consistently pleases Dazai when he says he would.
“Hands on my shoulders and forehead against mine. Face down, I want you to see the way I finger and fuck you into submission.”
Dazai complies easily. But when he looks down, well… Chuuya wasn’t the smallest . His length and girth were intimidating enough from sight alone. It’s not the first time he took Chuuya, but it’s been a while and he doesn’t know if–
“Stop thinking so much,” Chuuya can sense the thoughts roaming in his head. “I got you.”
His gloved hand grips the back of Dazai’s thigh. He rips the packet of lube with his teeth, not missing the way Dazai gulps deliciously– and pours the contents down his perineum as it drips to his entrance. Shoving the rest of the lube into his coat pocket, he gets to work.
Chuuya spreads the lube around, warming it up. “Relax, baby.” Dazai untenses in his arms, perfect.
Without warning, he slips a finger in.
Dazai’s hopeless, forced to watch himself being opened by a rough finger. He keens, the familiar feeling of Chuuya exploring himself makes little mewls fall from his mouth. It’s not long before one finger turns into two, changing into three over time.
“Chuuya–” he can’t help but moan. The man is in kissing range, so close yet so far. But the redhead always has read him perfectly. The other half of Soukoku, the other half of him. Chuuya pulls him into a chaste kiss, perfectly soft and gentle, lacking the rough bite that screams Chuuya Nakahara.
And then his fingers hit the bundle of nerves that he’s been avoiding for so long.
Dazai lets out a loud noise into his mouth which he licks and kisses up. Chuuya refuses to touch the erection against Dazai’s stomach. It’s hot to see it twitch for attention, plus– he’s waiting for the brunet to beg for it.
“I just–” Dazai stops mid-sentence when Chuuya hooks his fingers up. He’s forced to bite his bottom lip when the man continuously abuses his good spot.
“You ready for me?” Chuuya asks with no shame. Dazai nods frantically, mumbling ‘mhms’ in agreement.
He removes his fingers, admiring the hole that flutters around nothing.
Chuuya doesn’t think twice before tightening the legs around his hips with gravity. His hold on the back of Dazai’s thighs tightens as he removes him from the wall. “I’m going to fuck you with no support. Think you can handle it?”
Dazai looks down at a grinning Chuuya. It’s instinct to tighten his arms against the choker-clad neck when he finally notices the lack of a wall behind his back. They’re in the middle of the shadowed alleyway, ready to ravish each other.
“Don’t let go of me…?” It ends up as a question.
“Got it, princess,” Chuuya answers sarcastically.
Dazai has to hide his face in red hair to hide the red flush blooming across his cheeks. “Stupid Chuuya,” He mumbles into the softness of conditioned strands.
“Shitty Dazai,” Chuuya retorts annoyingly, before slamming his hips upward.
Right in, first try. Dazai bites fluffs of red hair into his mouth but the moan he lets out isn’t as muffled as he’d like it to be. He’s so deep and full and Chuuya is so long–
An erosion of pleasure spikes through his body at the first thrust. His fingers don’t know whether to cling around his neck or against his shoulders as Chuuya bounces him up and down with the help of gravity.
He’s floating, zero weight, and is as light as air as he takes dick like a champ.
Dazai’s helpless.
It makes his thighs shake.
“Chuuya, you brute, slow down.”
He picks up the pace.
The sound of slapping fills the alleyway with lewd noises. It echoes through the small area and mixes in with the cars passing by. It’s heading into rush hour, meaning students and workers are going to return home and walk by–
“Chuuya, hah~”
His erection is left neglected due to Chuuya’s incompetence in pleasing his partner directly, hmph. He tries to arch his back, maybe get some friction from Chuuya's stupidly expensive suit.
“I didn’t give you permission to move,” Chuuya grunts, interrupting his fiasco by restricting his movements with the help of gravity.
It also gives Chuuya the privilege to directly hammer into his prostate.
“This–” another moan reaches from the back of his throat “-Isn’t fair!”
“Just take it.” Chuuya slams his hips up, completely bottoming out and burying himself deep inside. “You talk way too damn much.”
Dazai digs his fingernails into the others' back, any more and he’ll…
“What do you want?” Chuuya commands, releasing his thighs and grabbing his waist in a bruising grip. “Say it. Beg for it.”
The brunet could just end it here . Call it quits and jerk himself off inside a restaurant bathroom since Chuuya is making him beg . But something about pleasing the mafioso’s orders leaves a pleasant feeling inside his chest.
Chuuya grins at him. “C’mon, you’ve been begging for my cock a few minutes ago. Why stop now?”
Good point. Such a good point. How could he refuse?
“Chuuya.”
“Hm?”
“Chuuya?” Dazai whines, “I wanna come, please? I’ve been waiting , hah~
His pace doesn’t give up even when he starts to palm Dazai’s cock in a brutal grip, It’s mismatched and the overstimulation pulls both of them close to the edge.
Chuuya has to hold in a moan when Dazai clenches around him. He’s tight and perfect, and the angle is deeper than normal. A guttural sound escapes anyway when the brunet sinks his teeth into the skin above his choker.
The redhead would have stumbled backward from the pleasure if it wasn’t for gravity keeping him straight up. Every grind of his hips into Dazai’s walls sends a pang of pleasure coursing in his stomach.
“You close, princess?”
Dazai sucks the skin between his teeth even harder in response, leaving a mark that would take days to disappear. He’s going pliant in Chuuya’s grip as gravity diminishes a little with each thrust.
“It’s too much,” Dazai pants out, leaving a bite mark behind. Chuuya’s pace is mismatched with his. It makes his mind go dizzy from confusion and his body caught in overstimulation. It’s the perfect concoction to make him crack, just a little more and–
Chuuya’s pace finally syncs up with his hand.
He can feel himself go cross-eyed, tipping close to the edge until–
Everything stops abruptly. A hand is being slapped against his mouth as he gets pushed to the freezing wall. Dazai cries out from the loss of friction, but Chuuya still pulses inside of him, meaning he hasn’t removed himself.
His head is forcibly tilted to the side where the light shines through. There, pedestrians cross and pass the little crack outside the alleyway. They mingle and talk, unaware of the sexual prowess being showcased in the dark.
Chuuya grabs the front of Dazai’s hair, tugging it until his mouth is teasing the side of his ear. “Make a sound and they’ll see how pathetic you look right now.”
Dazai whines from the hot breath tickling against his sensitive skin.
Chuuya bottoms out with a single thrust, abruptly shutting up the insult that he was about to spew out. He’s forced to bite the bottom of his lip to suppress the mewls and groans threatening to fall out.
But Chuuya is relentless in his thrusts, so he’s forced to shove his face into the black suit of his shoulder and bite.
Lewd moans get muffled by the fabric. The mafioso doesn’t consider his stamina. He’s tired, horny, and willing. “Chuuya,” he repeats with every slam of the other's hips.
His cock is left alone again, agitated and red from being left on the edge with no relief.
Until a hand wraps around his neck. What was he thinking about again?
Oxygen leaves his brain as all his senses amplify from not being able to breathe. Suddenly, the pleasure in his veins skyrockets as Chuuya switches into a bottomless angle that hits all the checkmarks.
His vision blurs. Everything is so intense and good that he’s endlessly making noise and going limp. Legs tightening abruptly, he shudders when a familiarly blissful sensation falls over his body.
White stains cover his stomach and the surface of Chuuya’s suit. Yet, the redhead doesn’t give up .
Dazai spikes an inch higher on the wall with each shove of his hips, and that's when he feels warmth wash inside of him. Chuuya comes with a grunt, filling Dazai up so full that he’s catching his breath against the hot skin.
His hand eventually loosens from Dazai’s neck. Instead, they wrap around his jaw before pulling him into a needy, soft kiss. It’s a contrast to the rough treatment Dazai received mere seconds ago, but neither of them is complaining.
“You think I can take you back to my apartment without anyone noticing?”
Dazai mumbles something incoherent into his shoulder. Whether it’s an agreement or a grumble, his mind is already made up. Using gravity, he picks up Dazai’s clothes while laying the trench coat on his naked body, also making sure to tuck in his soft cock and clutch Dazai to his chest in a tight grip.
“You really do look like a princess now.” Chuuya smiles as the red glow of his ability flashes around Dazai, maneuvering him to hang limp in his arms. He makes sure one of Dazai’s useless arms wraps around his neck before he soars through the air.
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“I can’t believe you would do something this horrendous, hatrack.”
Chuuya’s lying flat on his back, arms crossed neatly behind his head as he amuses the view above him. The smirk on his face is evident.
Dazai has been at this for hours now. There’s a red glow around both of their figures as he forces Dazai to ride him into oblivion. Each slam of hips grants a deep guttural satisfaction that has caused him to orgasm twice already.
Overstimulation isn’t enough to make him stop.
“You deserve it,” Chuuya laughs at the insult, “And don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.”
He rubs the palm of his bare hand on the curve of Dazai’s hip. The body above him shivers in response to his touches. He hasn’t allowed the brunet to touch himself in the past hour, so his hard cock strains beautifully against his stomach.
“This is just cruel, so cruel,” Dazai cries out. Rather dramatically, he would say.
“Would you finally eat something other than canned crab if I let you stop?”
Dazai pouts pathetically. It’s an endearing sight that warms his heart despite the pleasure.
“Only if Chuuya stops collecting ancient wines,” he retorts back.
That earns him a slam of his hip. Dazai digs his fingernails into his muscled stomach from the immediate pressure.
He can’t control how gravity compels him to move at a faster pace. Dazai hisses when he feels the lube starts to dry out, but the pain mixed with pleasure makes more pre-cum dribble from his tip.
“I’m so full of you,” Dazai moans, “Can I please–”
“Cum,” Chuuya finishes for him.
Euphoria pools from under his fingertips and spreads all around his body. Gravity finally withholds itself and he’s free to flop uselessly onto Chuuya’s shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he basks in the rich scent of his cologne.
“You smell good,” Dazai babbles, drool spilling from his mouth.
Chuuya sighs, rubbing his fingertips into the knots of Dazai’s tousled hair. What would he do with his stupid boyfriend when he can’t even think properly?
“Complimenting me won’t lessen the load on the things I’m about to do to you later.”
Dazai audibly gulps on top of him.
“But first,” Chuuya kisses the side of his hair, “let’s get you cleaned up.”