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Chuuya hadn’t gotten enough sleep. It had been obvious all day. He had snapped at a few members over a minor mistake, and when the deal he had been sent to oversee went south and Chuuya may have broken a few more limbs than was strictly necessary. Despite all of that, he hadn’t thought he was tired enough to be hallucinating, which was the only reasonable explanation for why Dazai would be standing at his door, holding a single chocolate in his outstretched palm.
He took in Dazai’s playful grin, looked down at the chocolate, and then back up to Dazai, “I don’t understand.”
Dazai clicked his tongue, “It’s Valentine’s Day!”
“…and?”
The hand holding the chocolate stretched out further, persistent, “I’m asking you to be my valentine, chibi!”
Chuuya was going to take tomorrow off. And probably the day after that. Hell, maybe the whole week because when he was too tired to keep up with Dazai’s antics he might as well just lock himself in his bedroom, “I’m not taking that.”
Dazai’s cheery grin faltered slightly, “Why not?”
“Whatever this is,” Chuuya motioned to the space between them, trying to encompass the mess that was Dazai being the boss, Chuuya being his second, and them fucking regularly without any discussion about what they were doing, “It does not include us being valentines.”
A single eyebrow rose, “It doesn’t?”
“No.”
“So you don’t want to be my valentine?”
Chuuya ran a hand over his face, trying to sort out his thoughts. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be Dazai’s valentine, because if he was being honest with himself he wanted more than whatever he currently had with the bastard. It was that Chuuya knew Dazai, and he knew Dazai wasn’t taking the offer seriously. Dazai was probably bored and decided this was a perfect way to kill time and the giant barrier Chuuya had built between himself and his emotions wouldn’t be able to handle playing along.
He let out a sigh and dropped his hand to his hip, cocking his head with a slight smirk, “I don’t know who you think I am, suicide freak, but I have enough self-respect to not accept your shitty offer. No one would accept a single, unwrapped, piece of chocolate from a jerk who’s only nice to them when he wants to get laid.”
Something flashed across Dazai’s brown eye, there and gone too fast for Chuuya to name, and was replaced by a doe-eyed look as the damned bastard stuck out his lower lip in a pout, “I forgot it was Valentine’s Day so I took one out of the box Atsushi-kun was hiding in his apartment.”
“Atsushi?” Chuuya repeated, too surprised to keep up his act, “Who is he giving chocolates to?”
Dazai patted the top of Chuuya’s hat, “It’s not important, what’s important is that I risked life and limb to get you this piece of chocolate and I might die of heartbreak if you don’t accept it.”
“If I take the chocolate will you go away?”
“No.” Dazai’s free-hand reached out and grabbed the lapel of Chuuya’s jacket, tugging him forward with a smirk, “If you take the chocolate I’ll want a gift too.”
Chuuya instinctively reacted to the change in his balance, one hand flying out to grip the wrist holding him upright and stepping forward, into the curve of Dazai’s body, so he wasn’t being held on the tips of his toes. He huffed, “I’m exhausted, Dazai, I’m not fucking you.”
The taller man tilted his head thoughtfully, “What if I fucked you? I’ll even do all the work. Would that make up for just bringing you one chocolate, Valentine?”
“I’m not your valentine.”
“Pity,” Dazai slid the chocolate between his lips and bit it in half. His eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan left his lips as he chewed, “It tastes really good.”
Chuuya mentally let loose a string of curse words as Dazai’s tongue flicked out to run over his lips to catch the crumbs from the chocolate. Despite Chuuya’s fatigue his body was definitely reacting exactly how Dazai wanted it to. Dazai offered the other half of the chocolate with a smirk, resting it against Chuuya’s mouth like a question, even though they both knew what the answer would be.
Closing his eyes so he could ignore the smug look of victory on the bastard’s face, Chuuya parted his lips. The chocolate was pressed into his mouth by a single finger that lingered slightly longer than necessary before withdrawing so Chuuya could savor the taste of the candy as it spread over his tongue. It did taste good.
Before he could form the words to admit the fact, Dazai’s mouth was covering his own. Chuuya relaxed into the kiss, fully intending to make Dazai follow through with his offer of doing all of the work. Dazai took to the challenge eagerly, licking into Chuuya’s mouth and chasing the taste of the chocolate as he pushed them both over the threshold of the apartment and kicked the door shut behind himself.
Teeth caught Chuuya’s bottom lip and he groaned slightly into the kiss. He could feel Dazai’s grin against his mouth as Dazai’s fingers made quick work of the buttons on his vest. They broke apart for Dazai to shove the vest and jacket over Chuuya’s shoulders, and Dazai pressed into a searing kiss before murmuring, “Bedroom, chibi.”
“You know where it is.” Chuuya replied without pause as he tugged Dazai’s tie loose.
“I’m not carrying you there.”
“You said you would do all the work.” Chuuya pointed out, “I wanted to sleep, you’re the one who wanted sex.”
Dazai laughed softly and ran a hand down Chuuya’s chest and rubbed the heel of his palm against the growing bulge he found. Chuuya didn’t manage to hold back the quiet gasp of air that the action tugged from him as Dazai hummed, “I’d say we both want sex.”
Chuuya used his grip on Dazai’s tie to pull him back into a kiss. He ignored Dazai’s chuckle as they stumbled through the apartment and to the bedroom. Clothes were discarded along the way until Chuuya was being pushed onto the bed in nothing put his gloves. Dazai paused at the foot of the bed, eye roving down Chuuya’s body with a predatory look that sent a shiver of anticipation down Chuuya’s spine. He hadn’t been quite as efficient in taking off Dazai’s clothes, the taller man was still in his shirt and pants, and Chuuya reached for him in an attempt to even the balance.
Dazai leaned just out of reach with a shake of his head, “Remember? I’m doing all the work.”
“Do it faster, then.”
“So impatient.” Dazai replied. Despite his comment, he quickly shed all of his clothes before joining Chuuya on the bed, “Has it been a while, Chuuya?”
Chuuya frowned at the idiotic question, “You should know, we haven’t fucked in weeks.”
Dazai’s hands paused where they were sliding down Chuuya’s chest and he said, “I wasn’t assuming that I’m the only one you sleep with.”
A slow, smug grin was spreading across Dazai’s face and Chuuya scrambled to cover his tracks, “Because I have time to find anyone else to fuck between all the work you give me and you bothering me during my free-time.”
The grin didn’t leave Dazai’s face but, thankfully, he didn’t seem inclined to press the issue. Instead, he slid off the bed to rest between Chuuya’s legs. Dazai pushed Chuuya’s thighs further apart and Chuuya heard the click of a bottle of lube opening. He glanced to his right and frowned at the sight of his open bedside drawer, when had Dazai even had the time to dig into it? Dazai’s lips around the head of his cock pushed the questions completely out of Chuuya’s mind and he let out a slow, shaky breath as Dazai sucked just on the tip.
A single finger lightly ran over the rim of Chuuya’s ass; teasing him while Dazai’s tongue flicked around Chuuya’s length. Chuuya’s hands were clenched into the sheets as he tried to keep still. Dazai slid his finger inside Chuuya’s ass the same moment he took all of Chuuya’s cock down his throat.
“Shit!” Chuuya’s whole body felt like it was on fire and he squirmed slightly as Dazai’s finger began to fuck in and out of him.
Dazai’s eye was fixed on Chuuya as he slowly pulled his mouth off of Chuuya’s cock. He tilted his head, “You’re much louder when you’ve been celibate.” Chuuya caught his lower lip between is teeth in an attempt to muffle the noises and Dazai shoved a second finger into his body. Chuuya moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Dazai said, “That’s good, chibi. I want to hear you.”
With that, Dazai seemed to make it his mission to wring every possible noise out of Chuuya’s body. It was moments like this that almost made all the shit Chuuya put up with worth it. Between Dazai’s mouth skillfully working his cock and the fingers working him loose Chuuya was so fucking glad he had decided to give into Dazai’s little game. Who cared whether they got a full box of chocolates or a pitiful unwrapped one when the rest of the evening led to this?
Suddenly, Dazai’s fingers stopped moving and the heat around his cock vanished. Chuuya’s eyes flew open to search out the other man; Dazai stared up at him from underneath his lashes, his head propped on one of his hands, “Chuuya~, how am I supposed to do all the work when you can’t keep still?”
Chuuya dropped his head against the pillows. Leave it to Dazai to turn a decent arrangement into sexual torture, “Clearly you already have a solution.”
“You know me so well! That’s why you’re my valentine!”
“I’m not your valentine.” Chuuya repeated, more out of principle than anything else as Dazai pushed himself off the bed and picked something from the floor. His tie.
Dazai’s lips brushed against the hollow of Chuuya’s throat and Chuuya swallowed harshly, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the slight uptick of his heartbeat. A finger tapped the back of his right hand and Chuuya lifted it above his head. The glove covering his fingers was slowly pulled away and placed on the bedside table. Chuuya brought his left hand to meet the other without further prompting and Dazai hummed in approval, repeating the process as he removed the other glove. Considering how long Chuuya and Dazai had been fucking, this wasn’t the first time either of them had been tied to a headboard. Dazai made quick work of fastening Chuuya’s hands together and then looping them to the top of the bed, waiting for Chuuya to give an experimental tug and nod in affirmation before dropping to press a quick kiss to Chuuya’s lips.
“That should help a little bit.” Dazai mused, the grin evident in his voice.
Chuuya didn’t reply. He just listened as the sheets rustled with the dip of the bed as Dazai slid back to rest between his legs. A mocking brush against his rim caught him off-guard and he whined slightly, “F-fuck, stop teasing me, Dazai!”
“If you insist.”
Two fingers were pressed back into Chuuya without further warning. Bastard or not, Dazai was brilliant with his fingers. They pressed in and out of his body, twisting as they went and occasionally pressing against the bundle of nerves that had Chuuya tugging at the material wrapped around his wrists. He was hurtling towards the edge at an embarrassingly quick pace, his entire body quivering as Dazai had, evidently, sincerely decided to stop teasing him.
Weight settled on top of his body and Dazai’s lips brushed against the shell of Chuuya’s ear, “Look at me.”
Chuuya forced his eyes open and bit back a whimper when he saw the unfiltered lust on Dazai’s face. It seemed to pin him to the bed as Dazai’s eye watched each expression Chuuya made right until he felt his body start to clench up. And then Dazai pulled away again.
“I hate you.” Chuuya mumbled through his gasps.
Dazai laughed and ran his fingers through damp red locks, “You keep saying that but for some reason I don’t believe you.”
He leaned back and picked up the condom that had been resting by Chuuya’s head, opening it and skillfully rolling it onto his length. Dazai moaned slightly at the contact on his abandoned dick. Chuuya watched through half-lidded eyes as Dazai guided himself so the head of his cock pressed against Chuuya’s entrance, and waited for blissful stretch of Dazai fucking into him.
It didn’t come.
Dazai was still staring down at him, lips quirked into a smirk and Chuuya rolled his eyes, “I thought you were done teasing me.”
“Well~, you never said you would be my valentine.”
Oh.
“Why does it matter so much to you?” He asked instead of playing into Dazai’s game.
“You ate my chocolate.”
Of course. Of course the damned mackerel wouldn’t give him a straight answer despite being inches away from burying his length into Chuuya’s ass. Chuuya’s body was on edge, wrung out from two near orgasms and it was difficult to concentrate when his asshole was being teasingly rubbed. God, just the thought of how full he was going to feel when-.
Chuuya blinked and forced himself to focus, “Seriously, Dazai. Valentines are for people who are in an honest relationship. That isn’t us.”
Dazai thrust without warning and Chuuya swore, his eyes fluttered shut as Dazai pushed forward in a steady movement until he was completely inside of Chuuya. Chuuya knew his body was trembling (it had been a while, he deserved to be a bit overwhelmed), but thankfully the other man didn’t comment as he leaned down so their bodies were pressed against each other. Dazai ran a hand up the side of Chuuya’s chest and gently gripped his chin and pulled it so Chuuya was facing him.
“You’re weird, Chuuya.”
Chuuya forced his eyes open, “I’m the weird one?”
“It’s weird that you’re so adamant about this. It’s just a fun holiday; it’s not like I’m asking you to marry me.”
Just the thought of that scenario made Chuuya want to laugh. He tried to picture Dazai seriously asking anyone to marry him. The closest he could come was when he had dragged the bastard away from some woman he was trying to talk into committing suicide as a pair. An experimental roll of Dazai’s hips quickly derailed that line of thought.
“You’re just as adamant about it as I am.” Chuuya pointed out.
“Hmm, fair point. How about a compromise?”
“Compromise?”
“I’ll be your valentine but you don’t have to be mine.”
“That’s not any bet-ah!” Chuuya cut off with a gasp as Dazai pulled out and thrust deep into his body, “Shit! Don’t-ah, don’t stop!”
Dazai grinned and repeated the motion, falling into a steady rhythm. It was slow, tortuously slow, and Chuuya could feel each inch of Dazai thrust in and out of him. The pure ecstasy pounding through his body definitely made up for Dazai interrupting his quiet evening at home and he bucked up against the other man in a silent plea to move faster.
One of Dazai’s hands gripped Chuuya’s hips and forced it back to the bed, his fingers digging into skin in a reminder to stay still and Chuuya whimpered. The noise caught Dazai off-guard and he snapped forward in a harsh movement that finally had him pressing where Chuuya wanted and Chuuya let out another whimper, fully aware that the noise was wearing at Dazai’s self-control.
“God, Chuuya,” Dazai dropped his head to rest in the crook of Chuuya’s shoulder, “You feel so good.”
Chuuya clenched around Dazai and smirked at the strangled moan the action earned him. Dazai couldn’t have seriously thought Chuuya would lay back and give up all control, did he?
“Ah-! Fuck, I thought you wanted me to do all the work?” Dazai muttered through gritted teeth.
“I changed my mind.” Chuuya replied, pretty pleased with how his voice only caught twice as Dazai continued to fuck him through their conversation.
“Oh? What do you want now?”
Chuuya tilted his head so he could catch Dazai’s gaze, “I want you to fuck me into the mattress.”
Dazai froze and just stared at Chuuya for a long moment. Chuuya vaguely wondered if he had broken the other man before Dazai chuckled, “With pleasure.”
Without another word, Dazai sped up, fucking into Chuuya so harshly that he had to use his hands to keep from being drilled into the headboard. This was all Chuuya wanted right now; to be fucked completely out of his consciousness. The feeling of Dazai’s cock dragging in and out of his ass made Chuuya want to build a shrine to the other man and he moaned without shame.
Slowly, Chuuya’s senseless noises began to form into words, “Yes! YES, RIGHT THERE! Fuck, Dazai, DON’T STOP, please don’t stop!! I- oh god, your cock…it feels so good, it feels…oh! OH FUCK!”
Chuuya felt his entire body seize up as his climax crashed over him, arriving so suddenly that he felt completely out of control within his own body. Only Dazai’s harsh grip on his hips kept Chuuya grounded and he slumped further into the mattress, feeling boneless. Chuuya tried to catch his breath, gather his thoughts, but all he could focus on was where Dazai’s cock was still driving in his body, and where teeth had latched onto his neck as Dazai chased his own orgasm.
Still feeling a bit mischievous, Chuuya began to talk, letting his words fall off into gasps and whimpers without restraint as he murmured, “Come on, Dazai. I want to feel you cum inside of me. Isn’t that what you wanted? You wanted me completely helpless so you could use my ass to get off?”
Chuuya let his eyes fall shut as the steady pattern of Dazai’s movements faltered and the man’s body grew taunt. Smirking, Chuuya clenched his ass again and Dazai swore, his arms trembling as he came.
Chuuya kept his eyes closed as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He felt like his body had melted into a puddle and he could feel the return of his fatigue catching up to him double-fold. The final drag of Dazai’s cock leaving his body made him bite his lip, Chuuya was unwilling to reward the mackerel with any more embarrassing noises and he focused on staying quiet as Dazai tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. When the taller man returned to the bed, he carefully released Chuuya from the headboard and unwrapped his wrists. Chuuya blinked open his eyes and only paid vague attention as Dazai ran his fingers over the skin that had been rubbed by Chuuya tugging at his bonds, and he didn’t comment when aloe lotion was pulled from the drawer of the bedside table and applied to the red skin.
It was routine, whenever either of them ended up cuffed or tied or whatever. It didn’t mean much.
That’s what Chuuya told himself anyways.
He didn’t say a word as Dazai lazily picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and got dressed piece by piece. Chuuya half-expected Dazai to waltz out of the room, but Dazai paused by the bed before leaving and gave Chuuya a bright smile, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Chuuya.”
Chuuya turned his head towards his pillow, ignoring the heat that rose on his cheeks, “Happy Valentine’s Day, shitty Dazai.”