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They stumble into one of the safehouses the Port Mafia has in France, letting the helicopter leave them here when they wait for the others to arrive. It’s in a fairly good state, though it hasn’t been used in quite a while.
“I need a fucking drink.” Chuuya mumbles to himself, checking the drawers for any alcohol they may have stored in here while Dazai strips out of his bloodied, prison clothes.
“Didn’t Chuuya have enough already~”
“A real drink.” He hisses, annoyed with how he can’t find anything. They’re in France, there must be some wine in here.
Humming to himself, Dazai throws his clothes to the side, watching with amusement how his partner gets more and more frustrated around the small kitchen. He seems more on edge than usually after their missions, rougher with the way he’s handling the poor coverts.
“Say, Chuuya~” He muses, coming behind the redhead. “Aren’t you feeling stressed?”
“Being around you always gives me headaches.” The other groans, turning around to glare at Dazai. “And why the fuck are you only wearing your underwear?!”
Smirking, the brunette strolls closer. “My clothes got dirty~”
“Then change into something else? There must be something—”
“And” Dazia continues, learning over the redhead resting his hands on the kitchen counter, caging his partner. “I won’t be needing clothes for what I have in mind.”
Chuuya’s eyes widen significantly when the realisation sinks in, only for hif brows to furrow the next second, just as he’s punching back against the counter and trying to lean away from the brunette’s cheerful expression.
“I think I owe you some stress relief, don’t I~”
Of fucking course.
There’s no way Dazai would just sit on his ass calmly and wait for the rest of the plan to play out, especially not when—
“You just want to fuck a vampire, don’t you?”
“That too.” The brunette shamelessly confirms. “But more importantly I want to fuck my queen who rescued me from that too sterile place.”
…there’s no way, is there?
It’s not possible, not for them, not for Dazai , but—
“Were you actually jealous of what the rat said?” Chuuya asks, genuinely surprised and slowly growing amused at the pout forming on the brunette's face.
“No.” The man says, bringing their faces closer until his breath fans over Chuuya’s skin when he speaks. “I was furious . No one is allowed to call you by anything other than Nakahara Chuuya.”
“I don’t remember allowing you to call me all these names either.” The redhead cocks his head. “So you and him aren’t all that different.”
“We are.” Dazai growls out, his hands sliding to Chuuya’s waist to pull him closer. “Because Chuuya is mine.”
Any other time, the redhead would argue with that statement, but not now.
He is still a bit restless after the whole Fyodor encounter and their escape, he’s annoyed at being used by the rat and he couldn’t even find a drink for himself here, so having Dazai’s lips on his own, kissing him so possessively feels…
Well, it feels like something he needs.
Of course, with his injuries Dazai can’t exactly carry him to the bed, but they make it to it somehow, never breaking the kiss that only grows deeper and more hungry with each slide of their tongues. While Chuuya is trying to be considerate of his form and avoiding breaking the skin of the other’s lips with his teeth, Dazai is not holding back.
He sucks on Chuuya’s bottom lip as his hands help the redhead to strip out of his clothes, he pulls back only to pull his partner’s shirt off before pushing back into his mouth. He licks the sharp teeth when they fall onto the mattress, earning him a low growl and a small shiver of Chuuya’s body.
Discarding the executive’s pants and underwear only takes a few seconds, finally leaving his partner fully naked, allowing Dazai’s hands to roam over the toned muscles.
He trails kisses down Chuuya’s jaw, leaving a trail of dark marks on his neck and collarbone, suckign hard on his pulse point and listening to the sweet moans the redhead lets out, basking in how eager the hand tugging at his hair seems. His stomach and ribs still hurt, but it’s nothing Dazai can’t handle, especially with a sight like this spread out under him.
“You planned this, haven’t you?” Chuuya breaths out, arching into the mouth travelling down his chest and sucking on his nipples.
Dazai smirks into his skin. “Fuckign you or fucking the vampire you?”
“Both.” He hisses, turning his head to the side where… “There’s no way there would be lube but no wine in here otherwise.”
And that small bottle, so innocently lying on the bed, is laughing at him.
“I like being prepared.” Dazai whispers, moving up to look into the blue eyes as he reaches for the bottle and pops the cap open. “Just in case~”
Chuuya really should have kicked him harder.
But he’ll do that later.
Any complaints he may have are swallowed by Dazai’s hungry mouth, spiteful words fading away when a slicked and cold finger circles at his entrance. Chuuya hisses into the kiss, involuntarily biting into the redhead’s lips and drawing blood—
God, why does it smell so good?
“Even as a vampire,” Dazai murmurs into his lips, dark eyes locked with blue ones as his fingers slide inside the redhead. “You’re still so hot inside.”
“I’m not dead, shithead.” Chuuya answers, tugging at the other’s hair until his partner has to tilt his head back, the small trail of blood falling down his chin on full display.
So, so tempting.
And Dazai is very aware of his partner’s thoughts, he can see how red crawls into the blue of his eyes, how the two colours swirl around in them, shining with skies and blood and desire – for pleasure or sating the vampire hunger, he isn’t entirely sure. But if he can, he’ll give Chuuya both .
He opens his partner up fast, but still carefully looking for any signs of discomfort, adding a second finger, then a third, twisting his wrist at every thrust, spreading the redhead while avoiding his prostate. Dazai loves to tease him, loves to see his desperate face, hear his moans and pleas and curses whenever he doesn’t quite get what he wants.
When he doesn’t get what only Dazai can give him.
Because no one else is allowed to see this Chuuya, this flustered, lost in pleasure Chuuya with his flaming hair sprawled in the sheets under him, panting and searching for more—
“My vampire.” The brunette whispers into the other’s neck, removing his fingers and pushing his underwear out of the way, letting his achingly hard cock spring free and quickly slicking it up.
Under him, Chuuya whines at the loss, at being empty, he tugs at the dark hair, his legs wrapping around Dazai’s hips to bring him closer and the brunette lets him. He’ll loves it, loves his partner’s desperation. He lines up his cock with Chuuya’s entrance, pushing himself up on one arm to look into the blue-red eyes and—
“My queen.”
—he pushes inside slowly, small rocks of his hips, and watches how the other throws his head back, Dazai lets the space between them be filled with Chuuya’s soft moan and the sounds of their bodies tangling together.
The redhead is tight around him – they haven’t done this in a while, for obvious reasons – and it’s driving Dazai’s mind crazy, his body demanding him to slam into his partner and bury himself as deep as he can.
His partner, his Chuuya, his lover.
Not anyone else’s.
“D–Dazai—” But he doesn’t do it, he lets the executive adjust to the intrusion, not wanting to hurt the other, until his hips meet the redhead’s ass.
They stay like this for a moment, Chuuya’s body melting into the feeling of being full and Dazai basking in the wet heat around his cock, until their eyes meet again, blue and red shining with a silent command for the brunette to move and who is Dazai to refuse?
The first snap of his hips earns him a choked up moan, one of many more to follow as his thrusts become faster, setting up a brutal pace.
“No one is allowed to order you around like that.” Dazai can’t stop the words that leave him, possessiveness seeping through his body and soul. “No one is allowed to use you like that.”
“It—” Chuuya’s voice comes out breathy, loud gasps making it difficult to speak. “It was y–your idea—”
“I know.”
His hips slam into the executive, a direct and hard hit to his prostate, making the redhead moan louder than before and dig his nails into the exposed skin of Dazai’s arms, leaving red lines and even drawing blood.
“And I’ll never allow it again.”
It was the only option for them, the brunette knew it from the beginning but it made his blood boil to even think about it, and when he saw Chuuya, with no control over his mind and blindly following someone’s orders? The old, dark part of him was seething, his hands itched to kill even though he doesn’t do that anymore, not directly anyway.
“I don’t need your— OH GOD —”
Chuuya may not need his protection, but Dazai knows how only he can give him the pleasure he looks for. Only Dazai knows all his sweet spots, every inch of his skin and every bundle of nerves inside of him. And now…
“Are you hungry, love?” His thrusts never stop, never slow down, as he whispers into the redhead’s ears. “Do you want my blood as much as you want my cock?”
And, really, he expected Chuuya to deny it, to pretend how his eyes aren’t constantly searching for the blood smeared on his jaw and neck, but he didn’t expect the question to be met with such… enthusiasm. Because as soon as he says it, the redhead growls at him, switching their position until he’s seated on top of a briefly surprised Dazai, his hands on the brunette’s shoulders.
“Do not try me.” Chuuya snarls, his eyes now fully red, no hint of their usual blue left behind. “You don’t— I don’t know what I’m capable of right now.”
But, you see, danger has never been something Dazai would fear and with Chuuya?
Any danger his partner offers him will be a blessing.
With a wide grin and daring eyes, he grabs the other by the hips pushing him up before letting him fall back down, meeting him halfway and slamming into his hole.
“Go for it, my queen.” He says, no hesitation in his voice. “Take whatever you need from me.”
‘And only from me.’
His words play at the string of Chuuya’s heart, pushing his self-control to its limits and breaking it. On the next thrust, Dazia can feel sharp fangs breathing the skin on his neck, his breath hitches at the slight sting and the feeling of his partner feeding on his blood. The redhead is eager, though Dazai can feel that he is holding back, probably afraid of actually hurting him by mistake, and his hips start to move faster, riding the other’s cock.
Oh, to feel Chuuya so needy, so desperate, so lost in his pleasure and hunger.
Even as his head starts to feel dizzy, Dazai’s thrusts don’t falter, his cock slamming into the redhead’s prostate every time. The wet sounds of their bodies coming together resonate in the room, the low growls and desperate whines ringing next to his ear as Chuuya continues to suck his blood.
The redhead’s fangs leave his neck when one of Dazai’s hands comes down to wrap around his neglected cocks, but then they come back, biting into the brunette’s throat again when his hand starts to move. With the way Chuuya’s body clenches around him, he can feel how close his partner is, how close both of them are.
It’s addicting.
They’re close but they need more, they crave more – of the touches, gentle and rough, loving and bordering on painful, of each other.
It takes a few more thrusts to send Chuuya over the edge, spilling into Dazai’s hand as his hole spasms around his cock, hot pleasure washing over his whole body in overwhelming waves. His hands dig into the brunette’s flesh, his fangs biting down harder —
And Dazai moans at the feeling, his own orgasm hitting his dizzy mind.
He continues fucking into Chuuya, his come filling the rehdead with each snak of his hips, before he eventually stills, buried deep inside his partner.
When the redhead’s mouth leaves his neck, hot pants washing over the stinging marks left behind by the vampire’s fangs, Dazai’s clean hand comes up to tangle in the flame-like hair, guiding Chuuya into another, slower kiss as they both come down from their high. The brunette can feel his own blood on the other’s lips and tongue, and it’s intoxicating.
When they part again, both panting and with eyes locked—
“How do you feel about staying a vampire forever?”
—Chuuya groans at him before burrowing his face in the crook of Dazai’s neck.
“You’re sick in the head.” He says, but his words lack any real spite and the fingers running through the dark lock are nothing short of affectionate, showing just how much Chuuya missed this.
“Maybe.” Dazai murmurs, wrapping his arms around the redhead, and kissing the side of his head with a low hum. “But Chuuya won’t tell me he didn’t enjoy drinking my blood while riding me~”
That earns him a smack to the head.
“And you got off on that, you creep.”
Yes, he did.
And if they get enough time before everything comes to an end — he’ll gladly do it again.