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“White suits you, did you know that?” Chuuya asks, watching as Osamu dresses himself in white—similar to what he’d worn on the day of Colonel’s goodbye party. Just as handsome, truly like a dream come true. “I just want to rip it off of you, right now.”

The redhead’s already done dressing up himself, sitting in an armchair. He’s slowly sipping from a glass of red wine while he watches Osamu dress up, the brunet’s strong back and arms flexing with the movement.

Chuuya’s so happy to be able to admire the sight every single day of his life.

The front of Osamu’s dress shirt is decorated by golden roses in a way which Chuuya thinks complements his eyes. The leaves on the collar match with Chuuya’s dress shirt that has golden glass-made crystals embroidered to the fabric, mirroring the leaves on Osamu’s shirt.

“You shouldn’t wear a suit jacket. Or a vest”, Chuuya observes, adjusting the new choker made from brownish leather around his neck.

“Weren’t I supposed to dress in a special way? Isn’t a simple dress shirt too casual? I know you said you wanted it to be casual but won’t Kouyou murder me?” Osamu asks, turning to Chuuya.

“The new grey jacket you have—the knee-length one—should do just fine”, Chuuya states, not hiding the way he drinks up the sight of Osamu’s legs, the fabric of his pants stretching over his thighs deliciously.

Chuuya knows he could masturbate to the mere sight of Osamu dressing himself.

Osamu hums, sliding up next to Chuuya’s chair, placing one hand on the armrest and taking Chuuya’s wine glass into the other. He takes a sip of the rich flavor before placing the glass on the small table next to the chair.

“We still have time”, Osamu purrs, leaning closer to the redhead.

“No way”, Chuuya counters instantly, though his dick jumps in his pants. The redhead tucks a lock of hair behind Osamu’s ear. “I spend two hours getting ready, I’m not letting you ruin my clothes.”

The redhead’s proud of the outfit he’d chosen for himself and he’s not about to go through the pain of getting the tight turtleneck on himself again, considering it’s below his dress shirt and choker. He also has killer eyeliner that he’s not ready to have ruined, yet.

“Pin that in place and we’re ready”, Chuuya orders, daring the brunet to disobey.

Osamu simply hums, his hand sneaking up Chuuya’s thigh, heading towards his belt with a purpose that Chuuya can see from a mile away. “We have over an hour. It doesn’t take much more than thirty minutes to drive to Kouyou’s”, Osamu reasons.

Chuuya wants to punch him. He does, with his lips. “Ruin my makeup and I’ll kill you”, Chuuya states, his teeth crazing against Osamu’s lips.

“Then just don’t cry, hm?” Osamu prompts, pulling Chuuya up from the armchair just to spin them around, making himself home in the soft cushions and pulling Chuuya on top of him.

“Then don’t fuck me so fucking hard I cry”, Chuuya states, his fingers already working on unbuttoning Osamu’s dress shirt.

“I just put that on, you know”, the brunet points out but Chuuya just rolls his eyes.

“You’re the one who’s so horny you couldn’t wait until we get back home”, he huffs, running his hands over Osamu’s chest. He’d just got more and more muscular after Chuuya had started to feed him right and Chuuya’s living for the feeling of Osamu’s hard abs below his fingers.

“You were the one who said you wanted to rip this shirt off of me”, Osamu says, pulling Chuuya’s belt off and unzipping his pants.

“Yeah. After we get back form Kouyou’s and Yosano’s”, Chuuya says, rolling his eyes and kissing Osamu just so the dumb argument won’t go on any further.

Their mouths slot together perfectly and Chuuya can’t help but moan as he lets Osamu lead the kiss. They move in sync, slowly, hips starting to circle with growing arousal.

Osamu sneaks a hand into Chuuya’s pants, putting pressure against his hole and making the redhead gasp. “Use lube, fucker.”

“I love the things you call me, kitten”, Osamu says in return, before the smell of crab-flavored lube hits Chuuya’s nose.

“I swear I’ll kill you if you use that”, the redhead states. “How do we still have this? Why do we have this? I thought I cleaned your fucking house of this shit when I moved in- mfpthh.”

Osamu kisses him, slowly licking into Chuuya’s mouth while sneaking a hand to his waist, pulling his shirt free from his pants. He pulls Chuuya’s belt off and unbuttons the redhead’s pants.

“Osamu”, Chuuya pants against the brunet’s mouth. “Better use a fucking condom, I’m not showering again.”

Osamu just smirks, standing from the chair with Chuuya clinging to him with arms and legs circled around the taller man’s body. “Then…” Osamu starts, trailing off with predator eyes as he bends so Chuuya’s spread open on the chair, cheeks red and pupils dilated. “Should I put a condom on you too so you won’t make a mess of everything, hm, kitten?”

Chuuya’s about to answer when Osamu pulls him into a kiss by the belt-like accessory he wears like a bolo tie. The man pulls his pants to his ankles along his underwear before kissing Chuuya’s cheek, his jaw and his neck with a suck before lowering himself between the redhead’s legs.

Osamu slicks his fingers with the fucking crab-lube before sinking one of them into the redhead, causing Chuuya to let out a whine and to arch his back off of the chair. His eyes water when Osamu’s tongue teases his entrance.

“You fucker”, Chuuya gasps, his curse so breathless it sounds like a moan. “Osamu- Sir”, he pleads, eyes rolling back when the brunet pushes his tongue next to the finger already penetrating his hole.

Osamu simply grabs Chuuya’s hips with the hand not doing its damned best to tease Chuuya’s prostate, pulling the redhead even more onto his tongue.

Chuuya clings onto Dazai’s hair and onto the armrest below his head. “Osamu”, he pleads. “Osamu, please!” He nearly screams when the brunet adds another finger, scissoring Chuuya while his tongue prods against Chuuya’s walls.

Chuuya’s gasping like he’s been underwater for the past hour when Osamu pulls away from his insides. It’s unfair how the brunet’s barely out of breath considering how focused he’d been on eating out the redhead.

He stands up, the unbuttoned shirt revealing sweat slicked abs that Chuuya could stare for ages. Osamu pulls a condom onto his length before grabbing Chuuya’s thighs, his long fingers digging into the smaller man’s flesh as he angles himself with the redhead’s entrance.

“My makeup is going to be ruined”, Chuuya complains. “Why did I let you talk me into this ag-“ his voice disappears when Osamu sheathes into him in one, quick move that leaves his azure eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

Osamu simply smiles, leaning down to kiss the corner of Chuuya’s eye. “What? Did you want to be horny for the whole dinner? I was subjected to your stare for such a long time, how could I not fuck you”, Osamu states, his voice rough against Chuuya’s ear.

The brunet circles his hips slowly, drawing desperate sounds out of Chuuya as he grinds onto the redhead’s prostate. Pleasure washes over Chuuya in waves and his body trembles while he tries to do his best to glare into chestnut eyes he loves oh, so dearly.

“You were begging for it, kitten”, Osamu whispers, before he pulls out all the way to the tip, Chuuya’s entrance stretching around his cock, before he pushes back in, hitting the redhead’s sweet spot with practiced ease.

Chuuya bites his lip, clinging onto Osamu for dear life as the brunet fucks into him hard enough to make the chair nudge back and forth on the floor along Osamu’s thrusts.

“Don’t bite your lips”, Osamu says, his own brushing against Chuuya’s.

He leaves a featherlight kiss onto the redhead’s lips, his hips slowing down a little as he slowly kisses Chuuya, easing the redhead into the kiss with ease, one had coming up to hold Chuuya’s neck to make sure he’s as comfortable as possible.

“No need to hide your sounds from me. I’ve heard them all”, Osamu comforts, his voice so soft next to Chuuya’s cheek he can hear the smile in it.

Chuuya’s so madly in love with Dazai Osamu he doesn’t know what to say. “I love you”, he still blurts, eyes glassed over but focused on Osamu’s face. “And you’re right, Sir. I was begging for it-! AH~!”

Osamu smirks when Chuuya admits his desire, leaning back to properly fuck into the redhead again. Osamu bounds into him, surely leaving him all too sore for comfort, but Chuuya’s all too overtaken by pleasure to care about the future right now.

Osamu holds his legs and kisses him when Chuuya tucks at his hair when he feels himself getting closer to the edge and when Osamu’s hips start to stutter. The redhead moans, clenching around Osamu’s dick. He’s so close.

The brunet comes with a groan, filling the condom with his cum, milking Chuuya’s prostate with rolls of hips.

“Osamu”, Chuuya whines. “Osamu, please, I’m so close.”

The brunet pulls out, tying his cum-filled condom and tossing it towards the bathroom before he kneels between Chuuya’s legs, quickly sucking a kiss onto Chuuya’s thigh before taking the redhead’s cock into his mouth.

Chuuya’s eyes roll back and he instantly grabs Osamu’s hair, fingers sinking into brown locks. Deep down he knows he’s ruining Osamu’s perfectly done hair but with the brunet’s mouth enveloping him, his mind is too far gone to care.
Osamu sucks him off, pretty eyelashes fluttering. He hollows his cheeks while his tongue makes sure to tease the redhead’s shaft, the brunet’s fingers sinking into the sensitive skin of Chuuya’s inner thighs.

“Osamu”, Chuuya moans, mouth open and tongue nearly hanging out in pleasure. He’s a moaning mess and so, so close.

Then, Osamu presses a finger against Chuuya’s used hole, still sensitive around the edges, teasing the rim with slow motions.

Chuuya’s hips shake. “Osamu. Osamu, please. Sir! ‘M so close-!”

Chuuya’s eyes go wide when Dazai pushes two fingers into him while taking Chuuya deeper. He comes the second he feels the tip of his cock hit the back of Osamu’s throat and the man’s fingers jab at his prostate.

Chuuya comes with a scream-moan combination of Osamu’s name. The man shallows his cum and Chuuya watches, unable to tear his eyes off of the sight that is his gorgeous boyfriend. Chuuya’s clothes are completely disheveled, his legs trembling hard enough to make his whole body shake and he’s so out of breath he feels like he just ran a marathon.

Osamu, ever the bastard, stands up from between Chuuya’s legs and rearranges his clothes while staring at the panting redhead. He tucks his cock back into his pants and buttons up his shirt, a smirk steadily climbing onto his lips.

“We’ll be in a hurry soon”, the brunet states, his smirk turning into a near laugh when Chuuya throws a hand over his eyes and lets out a frustrated whine.

That noise turns into a surprised moan when he feels Osamu’s finger press against his entrance. “Osamu”, Chuuya warns. “I swear if you even think about putting a plug in me, I will shove a vibrator up your ass.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Osamu asks, fingers trailing up Chuuya’s thigh.

“Yes!” The redhead answers instantly, clamping his legs shut before he elegantly turns on the chair. “Max setting in Kouyou’s presence? You’d never survive with your dignity intact”, Chuuya teases, the smirk on his lips now.

“You underestimate how shameless I can be”, Osamu notes, leaning closer so his words are a hot whisper against Chuuya’s ear. The brunet kisses the area behind the redhead’s ear, gently sucking his earlobe into a hot mouth.

“You sound like you want to have a vibrator up your ass”, Chuuya says, quirking his brow. So far he’s been the bottom during every sexual interaction between the two of them, but if Osamu’s open to the idea… they could have some new fun.

“Maybe I’m ready to make a sacrifice just to see you squirm the whole evening, knowing there’s a plug keeping you all loose and ready for me”, Osamu states, shameless as always. He kisses Chuuya’s temple. “I’d use one of the bigger plugs too, so you’d feel the stretch for the whole evening.”

Chuuya feels his dick jump but he stubbornly—with a flaming face—pushes Osamu away from him. “I have already suffered one outing with Ane-san with a plug in my ass. I won’t be repeating it. And, should she catch us, we’d be stuck at her’s for the whole night listening to her lecture and we wouldn’t be able to continue this tonight.”

Osamu smirks, evading Chuuya’s attempts to push him away to leave a kiss on the redhead’s lips. “I’ll take that as a promise.”

“Go wash your teeth, your breath reeks of cum”, Chuuya commands, standing up and moving to pick up his pants that had fallen off of his trembling legs when Osamu had fucked him. “And brush your hair.”

“Why?” Osamu whines. “Don’t you like my boyish charm my tussled up hair brings me?” He winks, tucking his shirt into his pants before grabbing a belt.

“You look like you had sex”, Chuuya deadpans. “You should be more worried about leaving a good impression on your boyfriend’s family.”

Osamu hums. “Considering I’ve met them all… there’s nothing I can do to leave a good impression on Kouyou.”

“I wonder why”, Chuuya mutters under his breath, joining Osamu next to the mirror to rearrange his own clothes to the point it’ll be impossible to tell he had an amazing orgasm just minutes before.

“I wonder why”, Osamu repeats, a laugh under his breath and sarcasm clear in his voice. “I wonder if it’s the fact I tried to get really into her pants, the fact I used to flirt with her girlfriend, or the fact I fucked—excuse me, fuck—her little brother?”
Chuuya takes a deep breath. “Sometimes I question why I decided to fall in love with you.”

“Oh, but Chibi!” Osamu starts, grabbing Chuuya by the waist and hand, spinning them around the room like they’re dancing. “Didn’t you say you had no choice but to fall for me? After all, I used all the tricks in the books to make you fall for me.”

Chuuya laughs, forcing Osamu to stop spinning them. He pushes the brunet towards the bathroom before making his way back to the mirror. “If every trick includes begging, more begging, more apologizing-“

“I won your heart with my charm and undying love I showed you, angel!!” Osamu yells from the bathroom and Chuuya’s glad the brunet can’t see the stupidly wide, fond smile that overtakes his face.

He had fallen for Osamu, certainly, but it hadn’t been quick. It was slow, every tender gesture Osamu showed him adding to the pool of affection slowly building up in Chuuya’s heart. And once he’d realized the pool even existed, it had already been full.

In the end, he had no other option than to fall in love with the brunet. And oh, how he’s happy he did.

“What’s ghot hou smiling like thath?” Osamu asks, standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.

Chuuya looks at Osamu through the mirror, his own hands adjusting the collar of his turtleneck and making sure the choker is angled properly. “You”, he admits, fluttering his lashes at the man staring at him from the mirror.

Osamu disappears into the bathroom, Chuuya’s eyes following his movement as long as he can. The redhead hears the sink running, and after a moment, Osamu walks back out.

He comes up to stand behind Chuuya, hand falling onto the redhead’s hip. “We look good”, Chuuya states, making sure his dress shirt is smooth and that his belt is straight.

Osamu just hums, tilting Chuuya’s head to capture his lips into a kiss. Chuuya melts into the touch, smiling into the soft kiss.

“We’ll be late”, he whispers against Osamu’s lips. It’s not turning into anything hot or rushed, simply staying as a soft caress that leaves his lips tingling. Yet, he wants to keep kissing Osamu for the rest of the day.

The brunet doesn’t seem to hear his words, simply continuing to kiss the redhead, tilting Chuuya’s jaw up. He’s also so comfortable kissing Osamu like this, warm when their lips move slowly together, warm with the way he’s pressed right up to Osamu, head tilted back as far as it’ll go and clinging onto the man for support as he rises onto his tiptoes.

“Osamu”, Chuuya tries between kisses. “You still need to fix your hair. As do I.”

“Kouyou won’t kill us if we’re a little late”, Osamu notes, capturing Chuuya’s lips again, kissing him until he can barely catch his breath.

“She won’t, but she’ll complain”, Chuuya sighs, allowing Osamu to steal one more kiss before he pushes the brunet away from his lips. “Get ready.”

“Fine”, Osamu says, pouting. He moves his hand that’s still on Chuuya’s jaw to cup the redhead’s cheek. He brushes his thumb over Chuuya’s lips.

“Osamu”, Chuuya whispers, staring at chestnut eyes that are locked to his lips.

The brunet hums, acknowledging he’s heard Chuuya, kissing the redhead’s forehead. “I love you”, Osamu whispers back, before making his way back into the bathroom.

Chuuya stares after him, a small flush adorning his cheeks. He knows there’s a lovestruck look on his face but he couldn’t bother to hide it. He loves Osamu. So much. And he’s not planning on hiding it from anyone.

Chuuya takes a deep breath. He’s lying on his bed, waiting for Osamu to arrive. The brunet had promised to take him out on a date and the redhead had panicked, having gotten ready two hours early.

He’s not sure why he’s so nervous about the date going well. They’d officially started dating on New Years about two and half weeks ago, and Osamu had finally stated he’d take Chuuya on a real date.

They’d basically had dates before, too, but those were simply staying in at the other’s place, eating either take-out of something the other had cooked, watching shitty shows and kissing on the couch until they were either too tired or too turned on and decided to head to bed.

This was going to be the first time Osamu’d take him out out, to eat at a restaurant and to take a nice walk somewhere, holding hands. The last time he had been taken out was years ago and it had been a date at the arcade. With Shirase.

It’s the first time he’s actually being taken out to eat with the intention of it being an actual date.

Of course he’d went out and eaten somewhere with his friends and family multiple times. Lippmann always called the outings with the Flags a date, but those weren’t something that had romantic intentions behind them.

This is the first time he’s going to be taken to a restaurant by a boyfriend and he can’t but freak the fuck out. What if he does something wrong? Is there something you can do wrong? What if he makes a fool of himself by spilling wine or something!?

Chuuya takes another deep breath. He presses his hands over his eyes before letting them fall onto the bed he’s lying on. He feels like he’s spent every waking moment with Osamu during the time they’d been together, but somehow the idea of the brunet taking him on a date still makes him nervous.

Sometimes, he just fears that in the moments he’s away from Osamu, the man will find a reason to hate him. He knows the idea is absurd—stupid even—but Shirase had been a prime example how fast people could turn against you.

And then, of course, there was the lingering fear Osamu would hurt himself. Chuuya had learned of the suicide attempt that’d happened during his absence and despite Osamu reassuring him a hundred times he was done with trying to end his life, the redhead couldn’t help but worry.

Osamu had started therapy with the woman Chuuya used to talk with during the hardest moments of his life, so he knows the man’s getting better. But the worry just won’t leave him. There’s a constant ache in his heart when Osamu’s not around. A constant fear.

The doorbell of his apartment rings and Chuuya blinks himself out of his thoughts. He pushes himself off of the bed, stopping briefly by the mirror to make sure he doesn’t look too disheveled, before making his way to the door.

When he opens it, his breath catches into his throat. Because Osamu is gorgeous.

He’s standing in all of his tall glory, a bouquet of red camellias and some small white flowers Chuuya can’t name in his hand. “Hi”, Osamu says, smiling a bit stupidly and a bit anxiously.

“You got me flowers”, Chuuya breathes, shock evident in his voice.

“I did”, Osamu says, offering the bouquet to Chuuya who accepts it with wide eyes, still in daze at the mere size of the thing. “I wanted to do it right this time. I hope you like them.”

Chuuya looks at the flowers for a moment longer before he looks up at Osamu. “I love them nearly as much as I love you”, he states, a small flush decorating his cheeks.

“I’m glad”, the brunet replies, stepping into the apartment when Chuuya steps aside to put the flowers into a vase.

As soon as the redhead’s put the flowers into a glass vase his sister had got him some years ago, he can’t but stare at the flowers. Osamu had bought him red camellias the first time too, though those flowers had ended up in Shirase’s face.

They’re beautiful. Chuuya loves them. So- so why are there tears building up in his eyes?

“Chibi?” Osamu asks, suddenly standing next to him. “Is everything alright?”

’He smells good’, is the first thing that enters Chuuya’s mind and the next thing he knows, tears are spilling from his eyes. He looks at Osamu, unsure what to do, unsure what to say.

“Chuuya, what happened?” Osamu asks, one hand on Chuuya’s shoulder and the other on his cheek. “Talk to me, Chuuya. Why’re you crying?”

“I’m scared”, Chuuya whispers, looking up at the man in front of him. He leans against Osamu’s hand and closes his eyes. More tears spill at the motion and Osamu’s thumb tries to brush them away. Chuuya loves him so much.

“What are you scared of?” Osamu asks, guiding Chuuya to sit on one of the barstools next to his kitchen island.

The redhead sits down, opening his eyes to look at Osamu’s face. The man’s cupping his cheeks with both hands now. “I-“, he tries, but his voice breaks.

“It’s okay. Take your time”, Osamu comforts. He sits to the stool next to Chuuya’s, his hands never leaving the redhead’s cheeks. He looks so worried.

“I know-“ the redhead sniffs. “I know I’m an ass for saying this—“

“Nothing you say can make an ass out of you, angel.”

“—but I’m scared… because of you”, Chuuya finishes, lip trembling.

Osamu blinks. He looks shocked but gladly not hurt. “Why?” He asks, voice comforting, hands tilting Chuuya’s head up.

“I- I’m scared… because I’m not sure if I can trust you…” Chuuya says, voice barely a whisper and heart in his throat. He feels guilty for saying such a thing but he knows he’ll feel even guiltier if he doesn’t say anything.

Osamu’s quiet for a moment and Chuuya stares at his face in desperation. “Okay”, Osamu says, before he’s smiling. It’s not a wide one, but one that slightly lifts up his lips in an attempt to comfort. “Is there a reason why?”

“It’s because I’m afraid you’ll kill yourself when I’m not looking”, Chuuya blurts. “Because I’m scared one day you’ll start hating me over something as stupid as the fact I call you Dazai-“

Osamu cuts him off by pulling him into a hug. “Chuuya”, he breathes. “I had no idea… I knew that apologizing wouldn’t make your worries disappear and letting you suffer and come back to me all on your own because I was too much of a coward to do anything wasn’t going to rebuilt our relationship”, he states.

“Osamu”, Chuuya mumbles, pressing his teary face into Osamu’s shoulder.

“Shh”, the brunet shushes. “I knew that I wasn’t going to get your trust back just like that when you came back to me from France, saying you love me.”

“I do love you”, Chuuya says, voice firm and sure.

“I know”, Osamu breathes. “I know you do, Chuuya, but I’ll also understand if you start to doubt… your love for me.”

Chuuya pushes himself away from Osamu’s shoulder. “Don’t talk stupid-“ he starts but the brunet places a finger onto his lips.

“You said you’re not sure if you can trust me. I never expected you to ever trust me again nor to open your heart for me. I said horrible things and kept being a horrible person, yet you came to me because you happened to find a letter I dropped onto the floor. What are the chances of that?” Osamu asks, huffing a laugh.

He doesn’t sound mad nor sad at all. There isn’t even an ounce of hurt in his voice either. It’s like he truly believes a miracle had occurred when Chuuya returned to confess his love. The redhead can only stare, azure eyes wide.

“I should’ve showed you that you can trust me. I should’ve spoken to you. I had a phone, I could’ve called. But I didn’t. I don’t blame you, for not trusting me”, Osamu tells. “I tried to kill myself the second things went down. I want to believe I’ve grown past that… but I’m not sure if I can promise anything just yet.”

Chuuya sucks in a breath. “I believe you’ve grown. I can see you’ve grown, Osamu, so stop-“

“Chuuya”, Osamu says, interrupting him. “Stop trying to comfort me when I’m the one comforting you. I won’t break. I won’t be as childish as before either, losing myself because you’d call me Dazai. It’s my name as much as Osamu is. I shouldn’t get mad or hurt just because you call me something else”, the brunet states, eyes soft and one hand still caressing Chuuya’s cheek.

Chuuya sniffs. “Sometimes I’m afraid you’ll get mad at me, even though I know you won’t…”

“It’s okay”, Osamu comforts. “I betrayed your trust. Now I just need to get it back, right?”

“You should’ve already gotten it back!” Chuuya yells. “Something must be wrong with me because I still can’t bring myself to trust you”, he sobs out, tears running down his face again. “I keep being afraid when I’m not with you. I keep thinking next time I’ll come to see you you’ll either be dead or mad at me-“ he hiccups, his words cutting off.

“Chuuya”, Osamu says. “I won’t lie and say your words don’t hurt me, but I don’t think I have any right to be hurt because you’re allowed to feel like that.”

“I love you”, Chuuya says. “I love you and I don’t want to lose you but sometimes I think that if I were to leave you, you’d kill yourself-“

“Chuuya”, Osamu cuts him off once again, voice stern. “Don’t think even once you couldn’t leave me because I’d kill myself. If you want to, you can leave me. You can break up with me right now and I promise I’ll live until I die of old age.”

“Don’t- don’t say things like that. I won’t break up with you”, Chuuya says, head spiraling and tears blurring his vision.

“I’m not saying you are”, Osamu confirms. “I just don’t want to make you feel trapped… that in case, someday, you do want to leave me, you can do so without thinking you’re killing me. I don’t want you to think you can’t leave me because then I’d kill myself.”

“I’ve ruined our date night, haven’t I?” Chuuya asks, wiping snot off with the back of his hand.

“You haven’t ruined anything”, Osamu says, pulling him into a hug again. “For the first time since college, I feel like I’m getting better again. Actually better this time. I’ll spend all night here, hugging you, if that’s what you need. We can go on a date any day.”

Chuuya smiles a little, burying his face into Osamu’s shoulder, fingers sinking into the fabric of Osamu’s shirt. “I can see you’ve gotten better… but I’m still scared”, the redhead admits.

“Then I’ll do my best to prove you don’t need to be. That you can trust me”, Osamu promises. “My mind has always been a… bad place to be, and I pushed you into that place. I did it more than once, when I neglected your feelings. I’ll do anything, to make you feel safe with me. To make you trust me enough so that you could leave me comfortably.”

“You keep speaking about me leaving you…” Chuuya murmurs. “I- I hate that.”

“I’m sorry”, Osamu whispers, placing a kiss to the top of Chuuya’s head. “I just… when Odasaku got into an accident, it made me realize we don’t always decide when we’ll leave. And… in case something happens to you, I want you to be able to go without thinking that I’ll surely end myself once you’re gone.”

“Osamu”, Chuuya breathes, tears clocking up his throat. “That’s… I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything”, the brunet tells. “I just want you to be able to trust me. If not today, not tomorrow, nor next month, at least on someday. I want you to be able to believe I can be a good person.”

“But I already believe you’re a good person. I see that you’re trying to get better. I can see you’re getting better. That’s why I feel so horrible for doubting you…” the redhead says, closing his eyes and completely pressing himself against Osamu’s shoulder.

“I’d doubt myself too if I were the one in your shoes. Chuuya, you told me I made an effort to get you back… and I know I did do something, but that was before you left for France. I didn’t even call or text you once since you left. I didn’t even give the letter to you. I don’t deserve you”, Osamu confesses.

“I kept thinking of you. The way you tried to apologize but I pushed you away. I thought about the flowers you bought me and I thought about the way you clearly loved me and I claimed you were simply obsessed. I felt like I needed to apologize to you, and then I kept thinking and thinking about you and realized I wasn’t ready to forget about you”, Chuuya says, voice quiet and lips moving against the crook of Osamu’s neck.

“It doesn’t change the fact I had decided to stop trying”, Osamu notes, sounding guilty.

“I was the one who stopped trying before. I was the one who didn’t give us a second chance… but it was because I believed you didn’t deserve one”, Chuuya tells.

“I still think I didn’t deserve one. That I don’t deserve you”, the brunet states.

“Who deserves me and who doesn’t is entirely up to me. But, Osamu, you still tried when I had already decided we would never work and in the process you made me love you even more”, Chuuya explains. “I appreciate that.”

“I promise to keep trying my best for you for the rest of my life. Just tell me what I need to do for you to trust me again and I’ll do anything”, Osamu promises.

“Time. We need time”, Chuuya says.

Osamu hums, his fingers comping through Chuuya’s hair. It seems like they’re going to stay in today. The redhead decides the fact their date got cancelled doesn’t matter right now, because there’s going to be more in the future.

Right now he’s happy and feels a little bit better, having heard everything Osamu had to say. He’s fairly certain nothing Osamu could say right now would make him feel any better. He’d still be afraid of losing the man. He’d still be afraid of the memory of Osamu snapping at him.

But… he knows that even if the man’s words won’t help, his actions could. Over time, Chuuya knows he’ll see that Osamu has changed as he claims to have—as Chuuya has already seen him change—and one day he’ll be able to be on the brunet’s side, happy because he knows Osamu wouldn’t hurt him nor himself.

“Chuuya”, Osamu whispers.

The redhead hums, feeling tired after the burst of emotion. “What is it?” He asks, voice soft

“You said you were afraid every time I wasn’t with you… and if my words can’t comfort you, maybe my actions could”, the man starts and Chuuya nearly chuckles at how Osamu had somehow managed to read his thoughts.

“Yes?” The redhead urges.

“I know this isn’t the best time and you can say no and I’ll understand… but what if you moved in with me?” Osamu asks, voice hesitant for the first time this evening.

Chuuya’s breath hitches and he looks into chestnut eyes, heart beating in his chest. “You… want me to move in with you?”

“Of course”, Osamu says instantly. “I wan’t to be with you all the time.”

“Osamu”, Chuuya draws out quietly.

“Don’t say anything yet”, the man says, hurriedly cutting in between Chuuya’s words. “I don’t expect you to say yes. We haven’t been dating for even three weeks yet and things are hectic for the both of us and now that I think, it was really stupid to ask because you’ll most likely say no but I wanted to offer, at least, since you said you’re afraid when I’m not around, so you could be around me all the time and you wouldn’t need to worry”, Osamu rambles.

Chuuya smiles fondly, staring at his stupid boyfriend who’s so sweet. A stupid boyfriend who worries so sweetly. “Okay.”

“Huh?” Osamu breathes, eyes wide. “What..? Uh, ‘okay’ what?”

“Okay, I’ll move in with you”, Chuuya says, a smile on his face. “You said it yourself, I’m worried when you’re not with me and I want to learn to trust you. I think that moving in with you would be the best course of action, too.”

“Are- are you sure?” Osamu looks baffled. “It’s so soon and I don’t want you to regret it later. What if you decide you can’t trust me after all and-“

“I’m sure”, Chuuya comforts. “If something considered crazy feels right, doesn’t that mean it’s nothing bad? I love you and I’d rather be with you all the time, so I can tell you about my worries at the moment they arise rather than worrying myself with them for days.”

“You’re… incredible. I love you. I never want you to feel like you need to be afraid because of me. I love you, Chuuya, and I’ll do my damned best to make you believe that I’m someone worth of your trust”, Osamu promises.

“I have an inkling you’ll manage to do that”, Chuuya says. “Seal the deal with a kiss?” He asks.

Osamu seems to hesitate. “I don’t want to make you feel like you’re obligated to-“

Chuuya cuts him off, pressing their lips into a quick kiss. “I think I love you even more, despite being afraid, sometimes.”

“I want you to feel safe with me, Chuuya”, Osamu marks. “If you want to abstain from kissing or anything, really, I would wait the rest of my life for you”, the brunet states.

Chuuya smiles. “If I want to trust you, I shouldn’t be afraid of you, right? I want to kiss you and I want to be with you. Most of the time I’m the happiest just by having you next to me, sometimes I’m happiest knowing my boyfriend is out there somewhere. Sometimes I fear I’ve said something that’ll upset you, and sometimes I fear I’ll come back to your cold body.”

“Chuuya”, Osamu says, taking Chuuya’s hands into his and squeezing them softly.

“But if I fear you and never let you show me that there’s nothing to be afraid of, how can I learn to trust you? Osamu, I don’t want you to change anything of yourself if you don’t want to. Just be your-amazing-self and one day I’ll surely know it to be who you truly are, rather than the ghost I have in my head”, Chuuya tells, looking at the man he, oh so, loves.

“Okay. I promise I’ll make you believe I am worth loving. Worth trusting”, Osamu says.

“I believe you will”, Chuuya says. “Thanks for listening.”

“I’ll listen to you whenever you need someone to listen”, Osamu promises.

“I know. Thank you”, Chuuya whispers, sinking into Osamu’s embrace when the man pulls him in.

The brunet kisses the top of his head.

“Are you sure my makeup isn’t smudged at all?” Chuuay asks, trying to look at his face through the small mirror in the sun visor.

“Yes. I made sure not to fuck you so hard you cried, right?” The brunet teases, shooting Chuuya a quick look before turning his focus back to the road.

The redhead sighs, loudly. “Yes, but I feel like my eyeliner is smudged”, he says, pouting slightly.

“It’s not”, Osamu singsongs. He pats Chuuya’s thigh. “You’re just overreacting.”

“You were the one who was panicking over this dinner last night”, Chuuya shoots back, closing the visor. Osamu had been more worried about being introduced as Chuuya’s boyfriend than the redhead could’ve guessed, and now he’s a bit jealous about the fact Osamu seems to be completely calm, having overcome his worry just like that.

Osamu pulls up to the driveway of Kouyou’s (and Yosano’s, as she’d moved in after the two got engaged) house, turning to look at Chuuya as soon as the car has stopped. “It’ll be fine.”

“I know”, Chuuya breathes, busying his hands with retucking the hair behind Osamu’s ear and pinning it back. He leaves a chaste kiss on Osamu’s lips.

The man catches him by the back of his neck, pulling him into a proper kiss that lasts long enough for Chuuya to forget where he is. “It’ll be fine”, the brunet states.

Chuuya takes a deep breath. “Do I look nervous?” He asks.

“You look perfect”, Osamu says, smiling.

Chuuya smiles back. “Alright, let’s go!” He declares, stepping out of the car. He only has a light jacket and the eight decrees celsius of outdoor air aren’t really keeping him warm.

Osamu offers Chuuya his arm, quirking his brow like he’s daring for Chuuya to refuse. The redhead simply stares at him, feeling embarrassed.

The door opens before neither of them have the chance to ring the doorbell. “And I thought you would never step out of the car”, Yosano—who was the one to open the door—says.

“Nice to see you too”, Osamu says. Yosano turns to him, smiling all too widely with a knowing look in her eyes. “What?” The brunet asks.

“I still remember the day you wrote ‘I’d fuck student council president Kunikida’ to the bathroom mirror! Since that day I’ve known you’d find the man of your dreams, you little homosexu-“ she teases, but Osamu cuts her off with a hand to her face.

“You’ll ruin her makeup”, Chuuya says taking Osamu’s hadn’t into his. He can barely hold back his smile. He’s never heard that story before, maybe he should ask.

“Deep down I knew, yet I still wished otherwise”, comes a sigh behind Yosano.

“Ane-san”, Chuuya greets.

She greets him with a hug and kiss to the cheek. Then she turns to his boyfriend. “Dazai”, she says, a chilling smile on her face.

“Ozaki”, Osamu returns, a surprisingly warm smile on his face.

“This is dumb”, Chuuya mutters. “I was supposed to introduce him!” He—nearly—whines. He’d wanted to hold Osamu’s hand, look at Kouyou with a smile and say: ‘This is my boyfriend! Look at how handsome he is!’. The latter part only with his eyes, of course.

“I already know him. My girlfriend—“

“Fiancée”, Yosano cuts in between.

“—knows him. Even my daughter knows him”, Kouyou deadpans. “Introducing him would be pointless.”

“But he’s my boyfriend! You should see him as my boyfriend and not as- as, um”, Chuuya trails off, unsure what to say.

Yosano comes to rescue start the chaos like she was born to, “Lecherous man who kissed my girlfriend? Lecherous man who called my boobs nice?”

Chuuya snorts.

Yosano looks offended. “Nice?” She huffs. “These boobs are fucking magnificent!”

“Your daughter is listening”, Kouyou says, placing her hand onto Yosano’s shoulder. “Please refrain from cursing.” She gives a knowing look to her little brother.

“Your boobs are gorgeous”, Yosano says to her fiancée, looking at Kouyou’s breasts with nothing sort of respect in her eyes.

“Please refrain for looking like you want to undress my sister, please”, Chuuya says to Yosano.

“Dazai, please refrain from looking at my brother like you want to disgrace him against the wall”, Kouyou adds, stepping away from the door to let the two in.

“Don’t curse and don’t eye-bang your partner? Okay, now that the rules are established, we can have a pleasant dinner!” Osamu says happily, giving Kouyou a look that says he will do his damned best to eye-fuck Chuuya whenever no one but she’s looking.

“Behave”, Chuuya says under his breath to Osamu when they’re taking off their shoes. “She’ll talk you underground at our wedding when she eventually holds a speech.”

Osamu’s eyes widen. He looks at Chuuya with his mouth hanging open.

The redhead smirks, putting his coat on the rack before making his way to the living room, leaving Osamu gape in the hall.

He hears Yosano tease the brunet, smiling to himself. “Good to see you’re not completely whipped over him but that it’s apparently the other way around”, Kouyou states, glancing behind to see the all and mighty Dazai Osamu blushing.

Chuuya snorts. He’s whipped, too, alright. “I’m happy with him.”

Kouyou’s about to say something, but Kyoka barrels out of her room and runs into Chuuya, hugging his middle. “Chuuya Oji-san!”

“Hello, little bunny”, Chuuya greets, crouching down to properly hug Kyoka. She’s grown so much since he last saw her, both in height but also much from the shy girl she used to be. “Sorry I haven’t come visit for such a long time.”

She shakes her head. “Okaa-sama—“ She calls Kyoyou that, Okaa-san is reserved for Yosano. “—said you’re super busy with work! It’s okay!” She smiles happily, simply overjoyed because Chuuya’s here.

Osamu comes into the living room, hands behind his back.

Kyoka smiles to him too, a bit more shyly, “Dazai.”

The brunet takes his hands from behind his back, a bunny plushie nested between them. “Odasaku told me you like bunnies. He wanted me to send you this”, Osamu tells, offering the lavender colored bunny to Kyoka.

She looks at Kouyou and accepts the bunny plushie when her mother gives her a nod. “Thank you”, she says. She then runs to Yosano, showcasing her new bunny to her before she paddles off to take the plushie into her room.

“You know…” Kouyou starts, eyes slowly sliding to Osamu from her daughter. “Chuuya was supposed to introduce you to me ages ago. During all the hassle and business, I completely forgot about your existence, Mackerel.”

Osamu blinks, he glances at Chuuya who averts his eyes, before turning back to Kouyou. “I didn’t think Chuuya’d be talking about me back then.”

“I didn’t do so willingly”, Chuuya mutters.

“I told him to introduce you to me if things got serious, yet it’s been months and you’re only being introduced to me now”, Kouyou sighs.

“To my defense, I did not know of this and back then we were just fucking”, Osamu states, looking all too smug.

Kouyou sucks in a sharp breath. “I did not need that information.”

“But isn’t it customary to tell the family how we met?” The brunet singsongs, gravitating closer to Chuuya. “Chibi here was so desperate to be fucke-“

Chuuya pushes his hand into Osamu’s face. “I used a dating app and didn’t know he was my superior! Great!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together.

Yosano and Osamu laugh in unison while Kouyou looks horrified. “First of all, what did I say about cursing? Secondly, Chuuya, darling”, she turns to the younger redheads, a murderous look on her face. “Did I not brief you about every Executive?”

Chuuya clears his throat. “I’d never heard of this guy. And besides! How was I supposed to know someone so young would’ve been an Executive for over three years at that point?”

“Well, you still should’ve put an end to whatever you had when you did learn he was your superior!” Kouyou says, mortified.

Osamu coughs awkwardly. “I’m actually the one to blame for that.” Kouyou glares and the brunet lifts his hands up in defense. “But thanks to my selfish urges I happened to find the love of my life! So it’s all good in the end!”

Chuuya blushes at the way Osamu shamelessly declares his love in front of his older sister. “It was a mutual choice.”

“Chuuya, did I not teach you not to drag yourself down when you have an easy way out?” Kouyou asks. “I can’t believe you two. I can’t believe you were the person I was teasing Dazai over.”

“Huh?” Chuuya asks. “You teased Osamu about me?”

“I thought he had a girlfriend but turns out it was my brother all along…” Kouyou trails off, her hand on her forehead and a sigh that suggest she’s done with living on her lips.

Yosano laughs again. “I remember you asking if Dazai was dating someone!” She yells. “Turns out it was your brother all along!” The brunette laughs, loudly. Then her smile drops, “Wait? Does this mean Dazai will become my co-brother-in-law someday!?”

Osamu snickers. “Hah. You know, Yosano actually knew about the fact I was whipped for Chuuya ages ago.”

Kouyou raises her brow, turning to her girlfriend. “Really?”

“My little guy here was having a crisis”, Yosano counters instantly, swinging her arm over Osamu’s shoulder—the way she’s calling him little ironic considering how tall Osamu is. “He didn’t know what to wear so I had to help.”

The brunet sighs. “Don’t remind me of that utter failure I had as a person.”

“Why have I not heard of any of this?” Chuuya asks, a wide and amused smile spreading over his face.

“Seems like we’ve both been kept in the dark”, Kouyou sighs. “Come with me, let’s leave these fools alone”, she says, gesturing for Chuuya to follow.

“A fool for you!” Yosano yells.

Osamu snickers. “She’s right!”

Kouyou huffs but there’s a wide smile on her face. “Sometimes I question the people we’ve chosen for ourselves.”

“Love works in mysterious ways”, Chuuya agrees as Kouyou leads him into the dining room.

“I really am glad for you. For the both of you”, she starts. “I may have my own grudges against Dazai, but as you care for him, I suppose I can accept him into the family. He seems to be much better friends with Akiko than what I remembered, too.”

“I guess it’s because now they have something more in common”, Chuuya says, a fond smile on his face.

Kouyou places her hand on his. “I’m sorry I yelled at you for being with him. I truly didn’t know you had true feelings for him. I never should neglect your feelings like I keep doing. I am sorry”, she apologizes.

Chuuya turns his hand and squeezes her’s into his. “It’s fine. We’ve all grown since-“

“But it’s not fine”, Kouyou insist. “You keep on saying you’re fine. You always say you’re fine. You’re allowed not to be fine with what I do or decide.”

Chuuya bites his cheek. “I- I’ll keep that in mind.”

She pulls him into a hug, embracing him with both hands. “I’m so sorry for being a horrible older sister. I know I could’ve been so much better. I should’ve. I’ve only thought for myself but I really need to start thinking for you, too.”

“Ane-san”, Chuuya whispers. He fears he’ll cry. “I love you no matter what you do.”

“But you shouldn’t love someone who hurts you and keeps hurting you without even realizing. And what’s even worse is that I did realize my decisions were hurting you yet I did nothing”, she states, pain clear in her voice.

Chuuya hugs her back, hard, fingers sinking into the back of her kimono. “I… did hate you, sometimes. But you’re family.”

She runs her hand through his hair. “Family shouldn’t hurt you.”

“We’ll turn a new page in life now, right? We’ve all started a new page. Mori Corp was the one before but we’ll be better in the future, right?” Chuuya suggest.

“Yes”, Kouyou agrees, her voice a whisper. “I’ll be better.”

Chuuya smiles, hugging her tight before letting go. “How’s your brand coming along?”

“Good”, Kouyou says, wiping her eyes that are glistening with tears, though none of them have fallen yet.

She’d also left Mori Corporation a few weeks after Chuuya had. Mori had insisted she stays and runs the French branch but Kouyou refused, saying she’d rather resign than leave his girlfriend and child alone for such a long time because of work.

She did resign, proud and all, but the few days after were rough on her. She wondered why she’d thrown the life she’d spent so long building for herself away, but Yosano had supported her through it all.

Now, she’d found her passion in fashion again, staying home with Kyoka and designing gorgeous kimono’s to start her own brand.

Chuuya’s happy for her, she’s happy for him.

“And you?” Kouyou asks. “Have you found a new goal in life just yet?”

“No”, Chuuya chuckles. “I haven’t… but I think I could start writing again.”

“Songs or poems?” Kouyou asks, a smile on her face.

“Both, maybe? I have a lot of poems from when I was a teenager and Osamu suggested I’d publish a collection… but I’m not sure”, he tells, remembering how shy he’d felt when he’d shown his notebook full of poems to the brunet.

“I’m sure every single piece there is beautiful. Your songs were really beautiful too. I’m sure the future holds great things for you”, Kouyou comforts.

“OOH!” Yosano yells from the living room where she’d been holding a conversation full of laughter with Osamu. “Come check this out! Quick!”

Chuuya rises first, making his way into the living room much faster than Kouyou who calmly walks after him. “What is it?” The younger redhead asks. Then he sees the TV that both Osamu and Yosano are staring at. “Is… that Lippmann?”

“It’s Mori Corporation! It’s on the news!” Yosano says, while Osamu gapes at the TV.

And, yeah, the company’s on the News and Lippmann is being interviewed, Piano Man standing beside him.

”It’s horrible. I never thought Mori Corporation would be part of something like this”, Lippmann says, a hand on his heart.

”Had you no inkling of this business Mori Corporation had been engaging in for years? If the information I have is correct, the gentleman standing next to you is one of the Executives of the company?” the lady doing the interview asks.

”Yes, Andreas is an Executive, but he was only recently promoted! And I could have never known Mori Corporation was engaged in illegal trafficking! I even write a gossip-forum for the office—What Happened Yesterday Is Now Everyone’s Business! By Walter Lippmann—and I never even heard of such thing!” Lippmann comments dramatically, obviously not missing the chance to promote his forum.

Everyone watching the TV is gaping. Osamu looks especially shocked, staring at the screen like he’s stuck in a dream rather than in reality.

The reporter on screen continues on speaking, ”After a wave of the company’s Executives suddenly resigned, a work health and safety inspector decided to pay a surprise visit to Mori Corporation. From the front, everything seemed right, but the inspector happened to stumble upon illegal activities that were going on about behind the company’s legal front.”

“No way”, Yosano breathes. “How’s that possible? Haven’t you all worked there for years? And Dazai’s Mori’s… um, well, you all know! How did none of us know?”

Osamu doesn’t have a chance to reply, as the reporter continues on, attracting all of their attention, ”The Boss of the company has been taken in for interrogation as of now, and we’re waiting for details. The police say they have no reason to suspect the Executives for having been involved in illegal business for now, as two of them are former government agents and have sworn ignorance on their oaths.”

“Elise was with Mori”, Osamu says. “I’ll probably need to pick her up from the station”, he worries, biting his lip. Chuuya walks to his side, placing a hand onto the man’s back.

”Mori Corporation has had an excellent reputation since it’s establishment, the tall black towers having become one of the most recognizable landmarks in Yokohama, and since the company has always had good relations with the government, there has never been any reason to suspect illegal activity”, the reporter states.

Kouyou tsks. “Now I understand why Mori was so keen on keeping up his relations with the Armed Detective Agency. I’ve seen business partners come and go but the Detective Agency was something the Boss refused to let go of.”

Osamu hums. “I knew he was handling dirty money before the company grew in name, but I didn’t think he’d continue with the activities. Now I understand why he was so keen on making me loyal to him”, the brunet says, gritting his teeth.

”Mori Corporation seemed to be doing most business with a Russian Mafia, known as the Rats in the House of the Dead. This leads the police to suspect Mori Corporation was simply a front to a crime family, but the police says this is still only a suspicion, as the legal front has followed the law flawlessly.”

Osamu’s phone rings, startling the people in the room, all of their focus having been zeroed on the TV. The brunet takes a breath before answering the phone. Kouyou turns down the volume of the TV a little.

“Yes, that’s me”, Osamu says to whoever’s on the other end of the line. He leans against the wall, closing his eyes. “No, she doesn’t have a mother… Yes, I can pick her up, though it’ll take me a while to get there.”

As soon as the brunet ends the call, Yosano sighs. “I guess our dinner is ruined?”

“We’ll reschedule for another weekend”, Kouyou says. “There’ll surely be more calls to us, considering the situation. I doubt we could’ve had a peaceful dinner.”

“I can’t believe this”, Chuuya says, looking at the screen of the TV. “Drugs and weapons? I never even heard of anything like this! You would’ve thought there’d be dirty money going around but all the accounts were flawless. I never saw money coming or going without a good reason”, he says.

“As much as I hate to say it—“ Osamu starts, “—Mori’s still my adoptive father and he desperately wanted me to be his successor. It’s hard to believe he never told me anything at all.”

“Does this mean he’s going to jail?” Yosano asks, sounding all too happy about the fact.

“I’m not sure”, Osamu says, biting his lip.

“I think this is real”, Kouyou says. “Everyone remembers how Ace got fired because of stealing money, right?” Everyone nods. “I saw him having a meeting with the Boss. A dirty man for dirty business… would make sense.”

Osamu chuckles. “I’m not even mad if he goes to jail. I’d be glad. But that means Elise and Yumeno would need to stay with me, since they don’t have anyone else”, the brunet notes, slowly turning to look at Chuuya.

“We should go pick up Elise”, Chuuya urges, giving Osamu a comforting smile.

“Does this mean the company’s going down, then? If not because of the illegal business, all of it’s investors are going to back out for sure, right?” Yosano asks, while the two men make their way into the hall. “So, basically you all would’ve been unemployed anyways?”

Osamu chuckles. “I suppose.”

There’s small footsteps running into the hall. Kyoka looks at them with wide eyes. “Chuuya Oji-san is leaving?” she asks.

Chuuya crouches down to give her a hug. “Yeah. I’m sorry I have to go so soon, but something came up. I promise I’ll come see you soon and I’ll buy you ice cream, okay?”

“Promise?” Kyoka asks.

“Yes, I pinky-promise!” Chuuya promises, lifting his pinky for Kyoka to grab with her own one. They lock their fingers. “I’ll even stay the night next time and we can build a pillow fort!”

“Okay”, she says, a small happy smile on her face.

“Call us if something happens, okay?” Kouyou asks. “Call me even if anything doesn’t happen”, she adds, squeezing Chuuya into a sideways hug when he stands up.

“Okay”, he promises.

Chuuya can see that Osamu’s tense on the way to the police station. “It’ll be alright”, he says.

“I know. It’s not like I care what happens to Mori but if he does get jailed, but Yumeno and Elise… I can’t leave them alone”, Osamu marks, holding the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. “You just moved in with me a month ago, I doubt you’d like it if two noisy children came to live with us.”

“I wouldn’t mind”, Chuuya says, instantly. “They already have their own rooms at your house and they aren’t so small they need constant supervision.”

“Thing’s will change”, Osamu whispers.

“Is that so bad?” Chuuya asks. “A little change shouldn’t break us.”

“I won’t let it break us… but Elise is clingy and demanding. She’ll get tiring really fast and since she’s used to receiving attention whenever she wants it…” Osamu sighs. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to care for children.”

“I think you care for your siblings more than Mori cares for them”, Chuuya tells. “If that man kept them alive, why couldn’t we?”

The brunet chuckles. “I’m afraid”, he admits. “That you can’t handle us three and-“

“If I can handle you, I’m sure I’ll be able to handle the two others. And besides, they both still go to school so they’ll be gone for most of the day anyways”, Chuuya points out.

Osamu sucks in a breath. “Elise has been home-schooled all her life. What am I going to do with her? And Yumeno’s school is nearly a two hour ride away from ours. They could live with a relative but none of us have any…”

“We’ll figure it out”, Chuuya says, smiling. “Let’s worry about it later, okay?”

Osamu takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

•
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When they get to the station, Chuuya’s greeted with many familiar faces.

“Chuuya!” Lippmann yells. “They took me here! This is mean!”

“All Executives are here. You didn’t even need to be here”, Piano man says, looking completely calm, holding Lippmann’s hand. “But why are the two of you here? You aren’t Executives anymore and since they aren’t investigating that deeply yet, there shouldn’t be any need for you to be here?”

“We’re picking up Osamu’s sister”, Chuuya tells. “This is insane. Oh, and I saw you on TV.”

“Really!?” Lippmann exclaims, the distressed look on his face instantly vanishing. “Did I look good? Did I sound devastated and like I couldn’t believe what was going on!?”

“You did”, Piano man says. “You should be an actor.”

Osamu comes to stand next to Chuuya then. “She’s with Mori. Apparently she refuses to let go of him so they had to take her to the interrogation room.”

Chuuya nods. “See you around?” He says to Lippmann. “And text me.”

“Of course!” Lippmann says happily, wiggling his eyebrows when Osamu takes Chuuya’s hand into his. “See you around.”

The two men make their way to the interrogation room. A cop opens a door for them and Osamu steps in while Chuuya decides to stay in the doorway. Mori’s sitting in front of a police officer, Elise hanging to his waist.

She instantly turns to the door when it opens. “Dazai!” She yells, letting go of Mori and running to him.

The cop who let Osamu in sighs. “Finally. She would cry every time she didn’t see her father.”

Osamu hums. He’s looking at Mori.

“She’ll be staying with you, I assume?” Mori asks.

“Yes”, Osamu says. “I’ll watch after Yumeno too.”

“Good”, Mori says. Then, “I enrolled Elise into a boarding school and the year starts in April, so she’ll be off your back in less than two months time. There’s also a train station not far from your house. Yumeno should be good if he takes the train to school.”

Osamu’s eyes widen by a fraction. “You’ve thought of this.”

Mori simply shrugs.

The brunet doesn’t say another word, lifting Elise into his arms. She waves to Mori before sticking out her tongue to him as Osamu hauls her half over his shoulder.

“It’s your boyfriend!” Elise yells, waving at Chuuya.

The redhead blushes, waving back.

“Wait? Does this mean I have to sit in the back of the car again!? Not fair!!” She whines, kicking her feet. Sometimes it’s hard to remember she’s nearly thirteen years of age.

The police officer leads them out of the room, though he doesn’t allow them to leave right away. “If I understand correctly, you two were Executives at Mori Corporation before resigning.”

“Yes?” Chuuya says. “I understood they wouldn’t be questioning us. Is there something you need to know?”

“Not specifically. We’re just curious to as why three Executives quit on the span of a few months as we’ve figured some previous Executives who have been fired on paper have been found to be part of illegal activity”, the officer says.

“And? Are you suspecting us of something illegal?” Chuuya asks, getting defensive.

Osamu holds his shoulder. “If you want to know why we quit, that’s easy to answer. I wanted to be an author and resigned to write a book.”

“I quit along my sister because we would’ve needed to stay in France to open a new branch but neither of us wanted to, and the Boss wasn’t willing to let us return home before we’d spent six months there. Too much work”, Chuuya shrugs.

“And besides”, Osamu starts, a smile on his face. “Office relationships weren’t allowed and I’d rather resign from a company that overworks me rather than break up with the one I love.” A small lie, but it won’t kill.

The cop coughs, nodding. “I see. Sorry for bothering.”

“So we’re free to leave now?” The redhead asks.

“Yes”, the police officer answers, gesturing toward the exit.

•
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The pair pick up Yumeno from the house Mori owns. The boy seems to be aware of what is going on, as he’s already packing a suitcase when Chuuya and Osamu arrive.

Turns out Mori had known he’d be caught, preparing his two youngest children for what’s to come and making sure they’re set for life.

“This is wrong”, Osamu whispers to the redhead when they’re driving home, Elise and Yumeno on the backseat, their most important possessions packed into the trunk. The sky is already turning dark and they’re all tired.

“At least everything seems to be set for us, right? We’ll survive through this”, Chuuya comforts.

“Yumeno loves that house. And now he’s living so far from all of his friends and school. It’s not fair”, the brunet whispers, clearly angry.

“Well, there’s nothing you could’ve done. And with the image I had of the person taking care of them… I’m sure you’ll be a thousand times better. They come to your house nearly every weekend already. It’s clear how much they love you”, Chuuya says, placing a hand on Osamu’s shoulder.

“I know. But they already lost one home before they were adopted. This is… just wrong”, Osamu whispers.

“We’ll take care of them”, Chuuya whispers back.

And that they do. Elise and Yumeno settle in surprisingly fast, both already familiar with their older brother’s house. It helps that they already had their own rooms and now that Osamu’s figured out the fact Elise’s going to a boarding school is in fact, a fact, it feels like everything is slowly falling into place.

“I’ll probably go to Tokyo for college once I finish high school”, Yumeno says one evening, when they’re all eating ramen in the living room floor. (The room got so much more use when the two teens moved in, spending time playing games and studying on the dreamy soft couches.)

“Do you know what you want to study?” Chuuya asks. The first few days had been awkward, considering he was a stranger within the family, but Elise and Yumeno had accepted him surprisingly fast.

“I’m not sure yet, but I think psychology is interesting. I- uh, think the way the mind works is cool”, he says, obviously a bit shy.

Chuuya nudges Osamu’s shoulder. “And soon we’ll have a free therapist for you”, he jokes.

Yumeno smiles. “I’m actually interested because of Onii-san…” he admits sheepishly.

“As long as you do what you’d like, I’m fine with it. Spend all your life figuring it out for all I care. We have money”, Osamu states.

“I want to be a unicorn when I grow up!” Elise yells, jumping on the couch. “They’re so pretty! I wanna be pretty!”

“You’re already pretty”, Chuuya compliments. Elise had been a handful. She has too much energy and she’s clearly spoiled. She’s never satisfied if she doesn’t get exactly what she wants and Chuuya’s weak for her puppy-dog eyes.

Gladly Osamu knows how to say no…

“Chuuya”, Yumeno starts. “Could you, um, teach me how to play the guitar? My best friend knows how to play it and I also want to learn…”

“Of course!” Chuuya agrees instantly, getting up from the floor to go fetch his acoustic guitar. (Osamu had bought it for him on their one month anniversary since he’d mentioned wanting to get into writing songs again. He’d been amazed by the quality of the guitar Osamu had bought. It’s something worth showcasing.)

“You don’t need to do it now!” Yumeno yells after him, but Chuuya’s already running for his guitar.

“He just wants to flex on his skills”, Osamu snickers.

“I was in a band, you know”, Chuuya says, once he’s back with the instrument.

Yumeno hums. “I know. Dazai showed us videos of you singing last year…”

Chuuya’s eyes widen. “You found videos of me singing? No, you watched videos of me singing? Ugh, that’s so embarrassing, my style was so grass.”

Osamu smiles, opening his legs so Chuuya can settle between them, the guitar in the redhead’s lap. “You sung well. It was the rest of that trash band that ruined your beautiful voice.”

The redhead hums. “I actually got an offer to become a solo singer but I turned it down. I didn’t have motivation to sing after the band broke up and Kouyou hooked me on a job before I could even considering starting to sing again.”

“Sing for us!” Elise demands, jumping off of the couch and barreling into Yumeno, hanging off of her older brother’s back.

Chuuya flushes a little. “I’m not sure if I’m that good anymore. I, uh, I haven’t sung in a while...”

“I’m sure whatever you’ll sing will be amazing”, Osamu says, leaning against the couch.

“I know so too!” Elise yells.

Chuuya feels a nervous tickle travel through his body. Singing in front of a crowd of strangers was never hard for him, but whenever someone he knew asked for him to sing, he always got embarrassed.

What if he embarrasses himself?

“You’ll do great”, Osamu whispers, brushing hair behind Chuuya’s ear and off of his face.

The redhead takes a breath, tuning his guitar a little before he starts the intro to a song. To his song. A heartbreaking ballad he wrote years ago. He knows it would need a piano to sound like he wants to, but since he’d written the song, he knows how to change the guitar so it dominates the song.

And Chuuya sings.

“Hey darlin' the wind that you were clad in // what scenery would it bring // the hollow corpses on a dull highway // hey darlin' to the fallen candy on the road // what kind of prayers would you offer // oh, even if heartlessness were to run life // in the future illuminated by a ray of light // I would still see you”, he sings, remembering the lyrics he’d written from the bottom of his heart even after all of these years.

“Farewell, the pulse of depravity // and my beliefs that were tragically shattered // if so shall I remain alongside melancholy // the crystal clear hallucination waving at me // only the lingering scent in a corner sweeps across.” The next part is his favorite and he closes his eyes as the lyrics gains power on his tongue.

“I believe—“ He sings the line in English before he changes back to Japanese. “—even with no way out // a circus troupe and a drifting dream you have yet to see // the countless times they have embraced your slumber // I believe I know there is a limit, even so, I pitch forward // without knowing the depths ahead // yearning to align love and hate.”

Chuuya ends the song there, making the guitar fade into a soft tune. It feels good, to sing again, though he’s scared the little family he’s grown to love will hate the song. That they will say such a stupid song shouldn’t be sung by him. That they’ll tell him he should stick to something else-

“That’s so cool!!” Elise yells.

“You sing so beautifully”, Osamu whispers, his fingers in Chuuya’s hair. “You wrote that song, right? What’s it called?”

Chuuya smiles. “It’s called Haitoku no Kodou. I’ve never sung it to anyone.”

“Why?” Yumeno asks. “It sounded so good! And I can’t believe how quick you were changing your fingers on the guitar!”

Chuuya smiles. “The song really wasn’t the style of my band. It’s… too sad and too slow. We went for pop and explosive. Sometimes even rock”, he tells.

“We should do karaoke!!” Elise yells, jumping off of her brother to run to get the microphones for the karaoke game they had taken from the family house of Yumeno and Elise.

“I was going to teach Yumeno how to play the guitar”, Chuuya points out.

“You can teach me later”, Yumeno says. “I think karaoke could be fun.”

“Karaoke would most definitely be fun! I wanna sing with Chuuya!”Osamu yells, jumping up from the floor with childish glee to help Elise set up the game.

Chuuya blinks. “Why are you so eager?”

“I want to sing with Chuuya because I think I’m better at singing!” Osamu says, all too confident.

The redhead scoffs. “We’ll see about that, Mackerel!” He exclaims, jumping up from the floor and placing his guitar aside. “I’ll beat you no matter the song.”

And he does. He beats Osamu no matter how slow or quick the song is, whether or not he needs to rap or sing the highest notes ever. But what surprises him the most is how well Osamu can sing.

“I was aiming to be a professional musician. Of course I sing better”, Chuuya says to Osamu when they’re watching the two teens sing.

“I knew that. I just really wanted to sing with you”, Osamu admits.

“You sung beautifully”, Chuuya states, leaning in when Osamu comes in for a soft kiss.

“I wanna sing with Onii-san!!” Elise yells, before she’s pulling Osamu out of the kiss and up from the couch. The brunet can’t but comply, letting Elise pick a song for them.

Chuuya watches it, smiling fondly. Elise and Yumeno moving in with them did change things. It did change things a lot. But it certainly wasn’t for the worse.

Chuuya loves seeing Osamu soft with his siblings and he loves the liveliness the children bring. The only minus is the fact their sexy time are restrained to the time when the children are at school or to quiet quickies when they sleep, but other negative aspects? Chuuya can’t think of a single reason why he’d ever want the kids to leave.

Osamu sings like a god and Chuuya can’t but smile as he watches the man sing. He got so lucky with Osamu, no matter how slow they’d advanced after getting together on New Years.

There’d been a lot of apologizing, a lot of gifts and kisses for the guilt to go away, but now they’re happy and in for a brighter future.

“Osamu”, Chuuya whispers once the karaoke is shut off, Elise asleep on the couch and Yumeno’s nodding off to the soft tunes of the guitar Chuuya’s playing.

“Yes?” Osamu asks, looking at Chuuya from over the redhead’s head. Chuuya had settled to lying on the impossibly soft carpet covering the floor, head in Osamu’s lap and fingers playing with the guitar.

Chuuya loves the brunet so much.

“Why are you smiling? What’s so funny?” Osamu asks, a fond smile on his lips.

Chuuya changes the soft tunes he’s playing to something more upbeat, tapping the beat to the side of the strings before he starts playing. “It’s a beautiful night”, he starts, singing a song he’d heard on the radio while in France. It’s in English but he knows Osamu can understand despite Chuuya’s poor pronunciation.

“We’re looking for something dumb to do // hey baby”, he breathes the words out, before he looks up at Osamu, the tunes he’s playing turning into nothing. “I think I wanna marry you”, he finishes in Japanese, looking at Osamu.

The brunet sucks in a breath, his mouth hanging open and chestnut eyes widening as he stares at Chuuya like the redhead is insane but also something incredible.

Chuuya pushes the man’s mouth shut. “I think I want to marry you, Osamu”, he repeats, the words a whisper.

“Chuuya”, Osamu breathes, sounding like his lungs are empty of air. “Is this a marriage proposal?”

Chuuya can hear Osamu’s heartbeat pick up speed and he moves up just to place his head over the brunet’s heart. “I didn’t say we need to get engaged now. I just said I want to marry you, someday.”

Osamu looks at him like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “And I think I’d marry you right now”, Osamu admits.

“Do we really want to steal Yosano’s and Kouyou’s thunder? Their wedding is in April”, Chuuya reminds. There’s a massive smile on his face.

Osamu leans down and kisses him. “I’ll propose to you properly. I promise I’ll do it this year, but I’ll be sure to surprise you”, the brunet murmurs, his lips against Chuuya’s.

The redhead presses their lips together, the kiss breaking when they both smile too widely. “No need for grand display // no need for diamond bling // I’d marry you with paper rings”, Chuuya says, the poem coming to life from the depths of his heart.

“I’m in love with you, Chibi”, Osamu whispers.

“And I’m in love with you, bandages”, the redhead whispers back.

Osamu smiles, pressing their lips together. Chuuya smiles back, placing his hand on the brunet cheek to pull the man in. They kiss, happy in the moment, stupidly in love.

Chuuya wakes up warm, sunlight on his face and Osamu’s arm around his waist. It must be late into the day, considering Chuuya can’t hear any noisy children. It’s Monday and Yumeno must’ve already left for school and Elise must’ve been picked up to the nearby studio she’s currently being schooled at.

Chuuya really does love Yumeno’s existence, as the teen takes care of the fact Elise is ready each morning which means Chuuya and Osamu can sleep in. He shifts and he can hear Osamu groan behind him, hugging Chuuya closer.

It’s nice. The bed is comfy. Osamu’s warm. But…

Chuuya feels a boner against his ass. “Osamu”, he whispers, careful not to wake the man in case he’s actually still deep in sleep.

“Hm?” The brunet mumbles. Chuuya can hear a smile in his voice and he can feel exactly why Osamu’s smiling when the brunet slowly starts grinding his hips against Chuuya’s ass.

“You can’t be serious”, Chuuya mumbles, feeling Osamu sneak a hand underneath his shirt.

“I saw a nice dream. You were there”, the brunet whispers, his breath hot against Chuuya’s ear. He takes the redhead’s earlobe into his mouth, sucking the skin red.

Chuuya flushes. “Osamu”, he warns.

“We have nothing to do”, the man marks. “I write books and you write songs and poems. We can do that whenever we want”, he points out, continuing to grind himself against Chuuya’s ass.

Chuuya can feel his own cock start getting hard, the idea of Osamu pressing into him and slowly fucking him against the warm sheets making heat pool in his stomach.

Osamu’s hand—that had slowly wandered under Chuuya’s shirt—finds his nipple, and he slowly rubs the pad of his finger over the bud. “We’re finally alone. You have no idea how bad I wanted to fuck you last night”, Osamu whispers before moving to mouth the area behind Chuuya’s ear.

The redhead allows himself to feel hot and press against the brunet. “Then get to it and stop teasing”, he says, his dick starting to harden embarrassingly fast, aching to have Osamu’s fingers on him.

The brunet hums, his lips traveling to Chuuya’s neck, sucking marks onto his skin. “I feel bad”, Osamu admits, shifting on the bed so he’s nearly lying on top of the redhead’s back, lips pressed against Chuuya’s spine. “I kept imagining you spread open on the coffee table while my little siblings were in the same room.”

“Why should you feel bad?” Chuuya asks. He’s oddly comfortable, lying on his stomach as Osamu leaves a trail of kisses along his back, the shirt he’s wearing already pushed up to his shoulders. “You kept your fantasies to yourself, after all.”

“Because I knew I could’ve made love to you right in front of them without feeling an ounce of guilt”, the brunet states, his hands on the sides of Chuuya’s ass as his mouth gets dangerously close to where Chuuya desperately wants him.

“You’re stupid”, Chuuya mumbles into the sheets, his fingers tightening around the fabric when Osamu runs a finger through the cleft of his ass, pulling his boxers down.

“Pass me the lube”, the brunet murmurs, his lips against Chuuya’s side, slowly approaching his thighs, leaving bruises behind as he goes.

Chuuya groans, reaching for the bedside table. He opens a drawer and reaches for a bottle, wishing the one he’s grabbed isn’t the damned crab-lube. It gladly isn’t, but he isn’t blessed with unscented or unflavored lube as the bottle he happens to pick is strawberry-flavored.

He throws the bottle over his shoulder blindly, snickering when he hears Osamu whine. “I said pass it to me. Not throw it into my face.”

Chuuya huffs a laugh, turning onto his back and trapping Osamu between his legs. “You deserve to be bonked in the head for thinking about fucking me in front of kids.”

“I wasn’t thinking about fucking you in front of kids!” Osamu yells instantly, leaning over the redhead. “I was just thinking about fucking you and the kids just happened to be in the room.”

“I knew we were too young to be parents”, Chuuya huffs sarcastically, but he regrets it when he feels Osamu’s already hard dick jump against his thigh. “Osamu”, he warns.

“What?” The brunet asks, popping open the bottle of lube and drowning his fingers into the soft pink liquid.

“Stop getting off by thinking about having kids”, Chuuya states, swinging his arm up to grab Osamu by brown locks. He brings their faces close, breath mixing together between their mouths.

“I can’t help how the idea of fucking you pregnant turns me on”, the brunet pouts. The man grabs the redhead’s hips, giving Chuuya an innocent look when the redhead pulls at his hair harder.

“I’m not going to include to your kinks”, Chuuya declares.

“But haven’t you already, kitten?” Osamu teases, the way he purrs the word kitten still going straight to Chuuya’s dick.

Osamu chooses that moment to dip two of his fingers into Chuuya and the way they slip in ridiculously easy makes Chuuya realize how much they’ve had sex recently for his body to remember Osamu, oh, so well that he becomes pliant and relaxed whenever the brunet’s fingers are on his skin.

“I’ll fuck you full of my cum”, Osamu says, lips on Chuuya’s jaw and fingers now scissoring the redhead open. “Then I’ll plug you up before fucking you even fuller.”

Chuuya gasps, his dick getting painfully hard at the words. He loves the idea of Osamu filling him until his stomach has a bulge from the amount of cum stored within. “What’s with you and plugs?” Chuuya asks.

“I just love watching your hole suck it in so eagerly. I love the way I can see my cum slowly leak down around the edges because no toy is enough to satisfy you”, Osamu whispers against his ear. “I love knowing you’re carrying something of mine within you. That if anyone would dare to lay their hands on you, they’d instantly see you belong to someone else.”

Chuuya’s about to retort with a blushing face, but the only noise that comes out of his mouth is a choked moan when Osamu pummels three of his fingers in, starting to thrust them against the redhead’s prostate over and over again.

“If I can’t put a baby in you, I can at least fill you with my cum”, Osamu states, kissing Chuuya’s cheek and jaw before capturing the redhead’s lips.

Chuuya clings onto Osamu’s neck, his hands desperately clinging onto strong shoulders and tucking at brown locks when Osamu decides to put his plan in action, slowly filling Chuuya to the brim with his cock.

He desperately kisses Osamu and the man kisses back with just as much force, both soaring in the kiss as Osamu starts to move his hips, drowning both of them in pleasure.

“So”, Chuuya tries, his voice coming out as a heavy and hot breath. “Would- ah, would you rather be called daddy, then, Sir?” He breathes out, moaning when Osamu fucks into him harden than before.

“You’re a menace, kitten”, Osamu groans.

He grabs Chuuya’s dick, slotting his thumb over the slit and slowly rubbing circles onto it. The redhead’s back arches off of the bed, walls clenching around Osamu.

There’s nothing he can do but moan, desperately trying to get a single comprehensible word out his mouth—Osamu, Sir, daddy—he doesn’t care which one, pleasure rocking his body and making his vision turn white.

He comes before he even realizes he’s close to the peak, clenching around the hard and massive cock inside himself, listening to Osamu groan, his sexy and musky voice right against the redhead’s ear.

Then, he feels Osamu’s cum filling his insides, his cock still pressed right against Chuuya’s prostate and every wave of release stimulating him.

“Osamu”, Chuuya moans. “It’s- Ah~ I’m so sensitive.”

The brunet breathes hard, leaning back and taking hold of the back of Chuuya’s thighs before he’s folding the redhead in half, sinking even deeper.

Chuuya can feel his cum travel deeper, nearly like it’s filling every last corner of his insides. He feels so full. Full of Osamu’s cock and full of his seed. There’s tears of pleasure in the corners of his eyes. He feels so good.

“Don’t think I’m done yet”, Osamu says, his chest glistening with sweat as he towers over the redhead, cock so deep in Chuuya he swears he can feel it in his throat.

Chuuya’s toes curl when Osamu starts to circle his hips slowly. The redhead’s whole body shutters, the overstimulation caused by the constant contact to his prostate making him gasp.

“I’ll fill you to the brim, plug you up and then fuck you again and again until you’re so full of my cum you can’t differentiate when I am and aren’t within you”, Osamu promises, his dick already getting bigger and bigger and fucking- impossibly bigger inside of Chuuya.
“Osamu”, Chuuya moans.

The brunet kisses his calf, slowly starting to thrust into Chuuya, moving a few inches back before pressing back in. “I’ll fuck you for the whole week’s worth. And maybe I’ll keep you plugged up for the rest of the month”, the brunet says, the latter sentence sounding more like an afterthought than a promise.

Chuuya lets out a chocked gasp. He’s getting hard again, too, but the growing arousal doesn’t change the fact his hips won’t stop stuttering at how deep Osamu’s reaching into him. And so soon after Chuuya came.

The brunet’s thrusts slowly get harder, faster. He pulls out until Chuuya’s rim is stretched around the very tip of his cock before slamming back in. The position Chuuya’s folded into makes him incapable of doing anything but clinging onto the sheets and moaning, stuck taking Osamu over and over again without a way to escape.

He loves it. The feeling of being dominated. Like Osamu truly has trapped him and pressed him down, only thinking about breeding him big and leaving him leaking with cum.

Chuuya loves it to the point he’s certain he can come untouched no matter the fact he’s already come once.

Osamu’s cock reaches the deepest parts of him and he seems to reach even deeper than when Chuuya rides him. The redhead’s legs are trembling just as much in this occasions and the pleasure is much greater.

Osamu abuses his prostate, the cum already in the redhead making the slide easy and filthy, the room filling with squelching sounds. He feels so good. Only Osamu has made him feel this good.

The man fucking him into the sheets decides he needs to kiss the redhead, leaning down and bending Chuuya even more in the process. He’s certain his spine will snap, but the way Osamu somehow reaches even deeper makes the position better.

Their lips mash together, Osamu’s hands on Chuuya’s legs that are now pressed next to his own head. He didn’t even know he could bend so far without his back breaking—he knows he’ll feel Osamu’s cock for the rest of the week—and that such a position could feel so good.

He moans against Osamu’s mouth, kissing the man for his dear life and the bed rocks back and forth with the brunet’s hips.

“Os-“ Chuuya tries, but his voice breaks and eyes slip shut. His throat is sore from moaning—from screaming—pleasure washing over him in waves.

His face is covered in salty tracks and Osamu does his very best to lick the tears away while still pistoning into the redhead like it’s his sole purpose in life, to fill Chuuya to the brim with his cum—to breed Chuuya.

Chuuya comes with a loud shout, chest rising and falling in a desperate attempt to suck in breath while his brain shuts off for a moment, pleasure making his body relaxed to the point he’s sure he can’t move a single muscle.

Osamu fills him with more cum, some of the white liquid escaping from around the cock still all too deep within Chuuya. The brunet’s breathing just as hard, obviously high on pleasure.

They breathe hard, both needing a long moment to come down from the pleasure-high. Then Osamu reaches for the second drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a plug he hasn’t used on Chuuya before.

Chuuya lies on the sheets drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids, watching with half-lidded eyes as Osamu makes sure his entrance is angled toward the roof before slowly pulling out.

Chuuya moans, the stretch around his sensitive hole making him shutter. He feels so full even with his asshole fluttering around nothing. His eyes roll back when Osamu pushes the plug into him.

It reaches nothing compared to Osamu’s cock, barely even teasing his prostate. However, when Osamu pushes the base of the plug in, Chuuya has to bite his lip not to scream. It stretches him wide before falling in place, truly keeping the cum plugged within with no chance of leaking out.

“Beautiful”, Osamu breathes, admiring the plug nested between Chuuya’s asscheeks before he collapses next to the redhead on the bed, kissing Chuuya’s cheek and the corners of his eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

Chuuya hums. He feels pleasantly warm and full. Sleep takes him before he can tell Osamu he loves him too.

Chuuya wakes up to the feeling of something moving within him. He blinks his eyes open, about to tell Osamu to stop teasing the plug within him, when he realizes the brunet’s sitting in an armchair next to the bed, a laptop in his lap.

The plug is vibrating, making the cum within him slosh around.

“Osamu”, Chuuya says, nearly moaning. He’s still sensitive and the slow, occasional buzzes of the vibrator shoot pleasure through him all too well despite the fact it’s nested nowhere near his prostate.

“Look who finally woke up”, Osamu says, raising a brow. A silent question: is this okay?

Chuuya nods and he’s about to lift his hand to give Osamu a middle finger, only to find his wrists tied together—tied to the bed. “You’ve got the be kidding me”, he mutters, more to himself then to Osamu.

“Knowing you, I’d just be kicked out of the bed if I tried to fuck you now”, Osamu states. “So, I’m going to make you beg to be filled with my cum again”, Osamu says happily, clapping his hands together in delight.

Chuuya lets out a breath. “If you think this thing is going to make me beg-!?” Chuuya eyes widen and he clamps his mouth shut not to scream.

He glares at Osamu. The brunet’s holding a small remote in his hand, his thumb moving up and down, the vibrations increasing and decreasing with the movement of his finger. “We’ll see about that”, Osamu says.

He then moves the setting up so Chuuya can’t ignore it, his hands pulling against the silk robe Osamu had used to tie his hands to the bedpost. He can feel the plug—or vibrator? Vibrating plug?—occasionally brush against his prostate.

He squirms, arching his back off the bed to try and get the plug against his prostate. The vibrations simply continue to tease him, small moans and mewls spilling from his lips when he tries to grind himself against the vibrations.

Osamu isn’t even watching. He’s clacking away on his computer, writing something. Occasionally his fingers stop, eyes darting to Chuuya’s flushed skin, his finger tapping next to the remote.

Chuuya keeps on squirming on the bed, his cock slowly starting to rise into hardness. He wishes he could touch himself, press the plug deeper so it’d vibrate against the spot he desperately wants it to touch.

He pants for breath, the constant movement against his walls making heat pool in his stomach. Suddenly, the vibrations increase, the plug moving against Chuuya’s sensitive insides with the kind of speed that leaves his legs shaking and eyes rolled back.

It’s so good, steadily building him towards hardness, but he knows he has no chance of orgasm as long as the plug refuses to settle against his prostate. Sifting doesn’t help and whenever the plug happens to graze his sweet spot, his hips shutter and the plug shifts again.

“Osamu”, Chuuya moans out, frustrated tears in his eyes.

The brunet’s chestnut eyes instantly dart to his face. “Yes, love?” He asks, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Chuuya wants to scream in frustration. “I give up, just please”, he begs, back arching off the bed and the restraints around his wrists digging into his skin.

Osamu instantly abandons his laptop, pulling the T-shirt he’d been wearing off over his head. Chuuya’s eyes travel over his skin, drinking in how fearlessly Osamu’s showcasing his scars to him.

The brunet settles on top of him, trapping Chuuya’s thighs between his own and stopping the redhead from squirming. “Please”, Chuuya begs.

“Please what?” Osamu asks, hands slotting on Chuuya’s waist, drawing small circles to the skin.

“I want you”, Chuuya whispers, thighs squeezing together, the plug that is still vibrating within, in what must be the maxed out setting, making him moan from time to time. Pitiful, wanting, needy.

“Oh?” Osamu asks, quirking his brow. “You should be more specific”, he states. “Do you want my lips?” Osamu kisses his jaw, the corner of his mouth. “My hands?” The man trails his hands down the redhead’s body, slowly starting to push his legs apart. “Or something else?”

“I’ll have your fucking head if you don’t fuck me right at this instant”, Chuuya hisses, spreading his legs when Osamu slots a knee between them.

“You could’ve just said you wanted my dick into you”, Osamu whispers against Chuuya’s skin before leaving a bruising kiss behind—the shameless bastard. Chuuya loves him.

“Then, please do”, the redhead mutters sarcastically, but his voice is overtaken by a litany of moans and pleas of Osamu’s name as soon as the brunet presses his finger onto the plug—that’s still vibrating—and pushes it so it finally hits Chuuya’s prostate.

The redhead sees stars when the vibrations rock his prostate, sending shockwaves through his body and making him tremble with the force of pleasure.

Then, Osamu takes his finger away from the plug and the pleasure dulls, leaving Chuuya painfully hard, dripping with pre-cum, tears of frustration spilling from his eyes. “You bastard”, he hisses.

“You love this bastard”, Osamu grins. He then lifts Chuuya’s legs to his shoulders, forcing the redhead’s bottom off the bed.

The plug sinks in deeper and so does the cum still within Chuuya. He moans, feeling the juices filling him sink downwards, making him feel odd but so good. “Osamu”, Chuuya cries out, fingers sinking into soiled sheets.

The brunet grins, pulling the still vibrating plug back and worth within the redhead before he pulls it off and throws it onto the bed. Then, he’s finally sinking into the redhead.

Chuuya lets out a sigh that sounds more like a moan, satisfied to finally have what he wants within him. “Just like that, yes”, Chuuya cries out, head lolling back as he relaxes.

Osamu doesn’t let him relax for long, though, because he starts thrusting as soon as he bottoms out, hitting Chuuya’s abused prostate with every thrust.

It’s so good but it’s not enough. The redhead can feel himself approach the edge with every push against his sweet spot but he needs Osamu to touch his cock. “Sir”, he moans. “Sir, please, touch my cock. I’ve been so good, please, Sir.”

Osamu’s hips stutter and he only fucks harder, both hands still on Chuuya’s shins, holding his legs in place as he continues to fuck into Chuuya. “You’ll cum like this, kitten”, Osamu breathes. “You’ll cum like this or you won’t cum at all.”

Chuuya cries out—not sure if it’s from pleasure or frustration. His dick is so hard he’s afraid it’ll fall off if he he doesn’t get the sweet relief of release but the way Osamu’s fucking him just isn’t enough.

The brunet fucks deep into him, hips moving fast and the cum that’d been stored within Chuuya spilling out from time to time. “You’re so pretty like this, kitten”, Osamu murmurs.

“Please”, Chuuya begs. “Please touch me. I- I can’t- ahh~ I need you to touch me, Sir.”

Osamu acts like he doesn’t hear, though he does lean down to kiss away Chuuya’s tears, fucking against Chuuya’s prostate and bringing him closer and closer to the edge but it’s still just not enough.

“Osamu!” Chuuya screams, eyes crossing and hips stuttering as the man twists his nipple. Then there’s lips against his own and Osamu’s trapping all of his moans into a hungry kiss.

“I know you can do it, angel”, the brunet breathes against the skin of his chest. “You can cum with only my cock, can’t you? I know you can do it.”

Chuuya bites his lip, desperately pulling at the sheets. He’s so close and, and maybe he can cum only on Osamu’s dick, hands still tied to the bed and unable to touch himself as he is. He- he thinks he can.

“Yes, angel”, Osamu says. “Come on, you can do it”, he encourages, hips moving even faster against Chuuya’s ass, abusing his prostate and leaving him oversensitive. “Cum for me, Chuuya”, Osamu commands.

Chuuya moans, body shuttering as he does cum upon Osamu’s command, clenching around the brunet. It only takes a few thrusts before Osamu’s coming too, filling him so much Chuuya’s sure no more can fit within him.

The brunet places a hand over Chuuya’s stomach, admiring the way he bloats, cum and dick filling him. “Look at you”, Osamu sighs. “So full of me.”

Chuuya just pants, too out of breath and too out of his mind to form a thought let alone a word. He gasps for breath and Osamu kisses his cheek while he slowly frees his wrists.

Since he used silk rope, Chuuya’s positively surprised how little his wrists hurt and how there’s barely a mark left by the bondage considering how hard he’d been pulling against the rope.

“Does it hurt?” Osamu asks, looking at Chuuya with careful, observing eyes.

“No”, Chuuya tells honestly.

“Felt good, then?” The brunet asks, a smug smile on his lips and one eyebrow raised.

“Yes”, Chuuya breathes, a small huff of a laugh leaving his mouth. “Yes, it felt good.”

“Good”, Osamu says, before he’s pulling out of Chuuya and-

The redhead cries out, azure eyes widening and arms gripping at Osamu’s shoulders when the brunet pushes the still vibrating plug back into him. His whole body shakes with the force of the vibrations and he becomes a mewling mess.

“Too much?” Osamu asks, clearly enjoying the way Chuuya’s spasming below him, arching off the bed and clinging onto the sheets for dear life, afraid he might rip them.

The redhead lifts his hands off the sheets and digs his fingers into Osamu’s shoulders. “I just came. For the third time this fucking morning, Osamu. What do you think?” He mocks, mouth hanging open and drool dripping down his chin.

Osamu hums, reaching for the bedside table and pulling out yet another plug. It’s Chuuya’s favorite, since it’s big enough for him to feel, but not something he can’t live with if Osamu makes him wear it during the day.

The brunet pulls the plug in Chuuya out, making sure no cum escapes and if some does, he pushes it back in carefully, fingers dipping into Chuuya’s sensitive hole.

The redhead hisses, eyes rolling back when Osamu pushes the significantly longer plug into him. He’s so full. The cum and the plug make him feel huge and when he runs a hand over his stomach, he can feel the things within him making him bloat.

“I want you to keep that in for the rest of the day”, Osamu tells.

“Really?” Chuuya asks, unimpressed.

“I can’t help it. I just find Chuuya so hot when he’s plugged up and full of my cum for the whole day”, the brunet states, eyes pleading for the redhead to keep it in.

Chuuya sighs. “Fine.”

“Yay! Chuuya’s the best”, Osamu cheers, before he’s kissing the redhead, tongue pushing into Chuuya’s mouth and making him moan.

“I’m going to shower”, Chuuya states.

“Okay”, Osamu says. Then he presses a finger against the butt plug, making Chuuya’s eyes widen. “Just make sure you’ll keep this in.”

“You really want me to be full of your cum for the whole day?” Chuuya asks, still just as unimpressed.

“Why of course”, Osamu says, looking all smug as he hugs Chuuya’s waist, burying his head into the redhead’s stomach.

Chuuya sighs. Sometimes he wonders why he ever decided to trust Osamu enough to be comfortable with everything that just occurred. To be comfortable being stuffed full like this.

Osamu kisses his stomach. “I’ll make you breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry”, Chuuya states, though he appreciates the gesture.

“Well, you are so full already”, the brunet says, smug as he kisses Chuuya’s bloated stomach. “You can eat it later.”
Chuuya hums, rolling his eyes.

It’s three days later when the Flags pay a visit to the redhead. Osamu’s in the city, speaking to a publisher about his new book—Chuuya’s incredibly proud of him—and since Yumeno’s going to a friend’s place after school and Elise has an art club, it means the day is reserved for only Chuuya and his friends, drinking wine way too early into the day.

None of them have anything to do, as they’re all still legally unemployed after Mori Corporation fell—as far as Chuuya knows, at least. “Has any of you started looking for a job?” Chuuya asks. He, at least, decided to quit by his own volition, but the rest of the Flags didn’t have the same luxury.

“I’m looking to be employed at a hospital”, Doc says, looking thoughtful. “I’m used to long hours since Mori Corp used to work us to the bone.”

“Did any of you get trouble because the company fell?” Chuuya asks. He’d supposed everything and everyone working on the illegal side of the Corporation had been discovered since no authorities have bothered Chuuya.

(Osamu had gotten a few calls, since he’s Mori’s adopted son and was set to be the next successor, but he stuck to the truth of having known nothing and since he’d spent so long in America, the authorities had no need to suspect anything as, apparently, no illegal trade had been going on with the continent.)

“Verlaine and Rimbaud vouched for me, so I gladly didn’t get much trouble”, Piano Man says, a grateful smile on his lips. “Apparently they’re former government agents, so their word was taken as the truth with not much questioning.”

“The Flags section didn’t get much attention either, as the trades had been going on in another tower”, Lippmann tells. Mori Corporation owned five huge buildings so it’s clear not everyone was included—Chuuya’s barely even visited other than the main tower.

“No wonder your gossip forum had nothing considering this incident”, Ice Man mumbles, before he’s pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.

Chuuya shoots him a glare that promises death. “No smoking. You’ll survive one afternoon without smoking.”

“I might die”, Ice Man says, voice monotone and a single brow raised.

“I could revive you”, Doc promises.

Ice Man snorts. He puts the cigarette away.

Albatross enters the living room with a tray in his hand. “The drinks are here!” He exclaims, setting the tray of drinks he’d been working on in the kitchen onto the coffee table.

“It’s three in the afternoon. I think we shouldn’t drink just yet-“ Piano Man tries, but Lippmann pushes a glass into his hand before chugging down half of his own.

“Live a little!” The blond man yells. “We can live a little more freely now that we’re all jobless!”

“I’m trying to get employed and I’d rather not answer any calls that might be important when I’m completely wasted, at three p.m.”, Piano Man states, setting his glass back onto the tray.

“Well, I’m drinking”, Ice Man states, taking a glass that is way too full of whiskey to be acceptable.

“Me too”, Chuuya complies, grabbing his glass of wine and getting looks from his friends. “What?” He asks.

“You’re a lightweight, Chuuya”, Lippmann marks. “You’ll be wasted in an hour.”

“And?” The redhead taunts, raising a brow.

“Nothing!” Lippmann exclaims, taking another swig of his drink.

“If Chuuya is a lightweight, you’re the one who’s the next likely to get wasted”, Piano Man states, taking the glass away from his boyfriend.

The blond pouts. Then he turns to Chuuya with a smirk filled with new energy. “So… you and Executive Dazai?” The man asks, wiggling his brows.

“You have known that they’re together for more than two months. Stop acting like this is new information”, Ice Man deadpans.

“No, no! I want to hear this too!” Albatross states. “So, how’d that happen? Weren’t you fucking like, nearly a year ago?”

Chuuya stares.

Ice Man snorts, “You fucked? Must’ve been some good dick for you to stay together with him for so long.”

“Wait!” Lippmann yells, nearly jumping out of his seat. Piano Man pulls him back down, his hand around the blond’s waist. “Does this mean you let me drool after him and talk about how he had a woman when he was fucking you? I’ve been betrayed!”

“You have a boyfriend”, Ice Man points out.

Lippmann glares at the scarred man. “I know”, he shoots, before pressing a kiss onto Piano Man’s cheek. “He’s the only one I want but that doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes.”

Albatross laughs. “I have a girlfriend, by the way.”

Everyone’s eyes snap to him. “What?” Chuuya asks, sure he’s heard wrong.

“What?” Ice Man asks, sounding like he does not believe Albatross could ever date someone successfully.

“What!?” Lippmann asks, sounding scandalized by the fact he hasn’t heard of the fact before.

Piano Man sighs. “Good for you”, he says to Albatross, a smile on his face. “I wish you all the best.”
“Stop being so calm about this, Andreas!” Lippmann yells, shaking Piano Man by the shoulders. “He has a girlfriend!”
“If Chuuya can pull a man, why couldn’t I pull a woman?” The sunglassed man asks, smirking.

“Rude”, Chuuya says.

“The last time I dated was when I was in high school, probably”, Doc says. “Dating is just… so bothersome. I’d rather spend my time doing something that gives me… more.”

Lippmann stares at him like Doc’s crazy. “You’re missing out, big time. Dating is the best! And what do you mean doing something you can get more out of? There’s nothing that’ll give you more! Dating might give you a partner for life!” The blond yells.

“What if I want to be alone?” Doc asks. “I like friends but the day someone but me steps a foot into my house is the day I’ve moved out of that house.”

Lippmann stares like he’s been deeply offended, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing. He’s stood up again, staring at Doc like he’s trying to decide whether or not he should shake the man by his collar. Piano Man pulls him down again.

“I don’t like dating either. It’s too bothersome”, Ice Man states.

Lippmann turns his gaping stare to the man who just spoke. “Not you too-!”

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’d rather die than stop fucking around”, he states. “I just don’t want to commit. Too much trouble, partners are always so demanding of my time.”

“I love dating!” Lippmann yells. “How can you guys- How can, can you-“ Lippmann stutters, opening and closing his mouth as he gapes.

“I love dating too! Cheers to dating!” Albatross states before he grabs his drink, raises it into the air and takes a healthy swig.

“People are different. Not everyone likes the same things”, Piano Man marks, ever the peacemaker. He’s the mom of the group, as Albatross would say.

“What are you guys thinking of doing? I know Piano Man’s is looking for another leading position at an office and Doc’s looking to be a doctor”, Chuuya says.

“I don’t know!” Lippmann sighs. “I know I studied politics, but politics are boring! I’m making nice money with my forum but I can’t live with that forever”, the blond sighs.

“You should become an actor”, Ice Man says, his tone slightly mocking—in the friendly way, of course.

To the scarred man’s distain, Lippmann’s eyes sparkle. “Really? That’s a great idea! Maybe I should become an actor! What do you think, ‘reas?” Lippmann states, turning to Piano Man.

“You should do what you want to”, Piano Man says, smiling. “And you know, I said the same thing too.”

“Please don’t kiss”, Ice Man says. “And I already work at the bar under my flat.”

“Really? You’ve already got a new job?” Chuuya asks.

“Yeah. As soon as Mori Corp went down, I got myself a new job. What’s there to wait for?” The man asks, taking a sip of his whiskey—which is already halfway gone. “I used to work as a barista when I was in college.”

“Why am I learning of this just now?” Lippmann asks. “Now that the office is down I have no reason to write office gossip!! I could’ve written a whole article about you! No one would believe you were a barista!”

“And why’s that?” Ice Man asks, cocking a brow.

“Because baristas are nice! They greet people with a smile even if they have a shitty day, but you don’t smile even on good days!” The blond exclaims.

“I smile”, Ice Man states. “And I’m kinder than what I look.”

“We all know that”, Piano Man comforts.

“I’m going to be a mechanic”, Albatross states. “I might not have any education for it but I’ve fixed my motorcycles long enough to know my way.”

Piano Man hums. Then he turns to the redhead. “What about you? Have any big plans for the future?”

“Uh”, Chuuya starts. “I’ve been writing poems, but no one really buys collections these days. I’ve thought about singing again. Self-publishing something, maybe?” He says, feeling self-conscious.

“That’s great!” Lippmann exclaims. “You sing so great you’d make an amazing artist!”

“Thanks”, Chuuya breathes. He feels nervous whenever he speaks of singing. He hasn’t thought about doing it for living since the band broke up but since social media is full of self-promoted singers, he thinks he might have a chance. “If not a singer, I can always just write lyrics.”

“If you write a lyrics, why not sing it? We’ll all support you!” Lippmann promises.

“Yeah!” Albatross agrees. “And if things go downhill, you ahem, have a rich boyfriend, right?”

Chuuya snorts and rolls his eyes.

“Where’s he anyways? Don’t you both work at home?” Lippmann asks. “Is he hiding somewhere?”

“No. He’s out today… he’s getting his book published”, Chuuya says, unable to stop the stupidly proud smile that spreads over his face,

“Woah!” Albatross yells. “That’s so cool!”

“Yeah!” Lippmann agrees. “Who would’ve thought Executive Dazai would become an author!”

“He’s not an Executive anymore. No of us even work at the office anymore”, Piano Man points out. “He’s just Chuuya’s boyfriend now.”

Ice Man stiffles a laugh into his glass of whiskey. “Being demoted from an Executive to Chuuya’s boyfriend? Kinda harsh.”

“Hey! Anyone would be happy to date me”, Chuuya tsks.

“What? So should I call him Boyfriend Dazai, then?” Lippmann asks, looking like he’s genuinely wondering.

“Just call him Dazai, please”, Ice Man says, sounding pained. “Sometimes I wonder what is going on in your head. If there’s anything going on there at all.”

Lippmann gasps, looking like he’s ready to fight Ice Man. “I feel like our life revolves around work these days. How’re you doing in general?” Piano Man asks, steering the conversation elsewhere.

And they do talk. About everything from happy moments to deep worries, laughing and drinking. Time flies and soon every one of them is at least tipsy. Meaning: Doc is asleep, Ice Man is feeling buzzed out, Piano Man has lost his filter, Albatross is dancing to no music, and Chuuya and Lippmann are completely wasted.

“I love you, Andreas!” Lippmann yells, cuddling against his boyfriend. “I love you too, Chuuya!” He continues to yell, reaching for Chuuya who’s sitting on the other side of Piano Man.

“I love you too!” Chuuya yells back, and poor Piano Man between them winces at the noise.

“I love you too, Ice Man!” Lippmann yells. “And Albatross and Doc too. I love you all!” Then he turns to Andreas and smacks their lips together into a deep, wet kiss. “I love you the most!” He yells, like the man he’s declaring his love to isn’t right in front of his face but a mile away.

“You’re gross”, Ice Man states.

“This is what love looks like!” Lippmann yells, before he’s pulling Piano Man into another kiss.

“I miss Osamu”, Chuuya says. “He’s been gone so long”, the redhead sniffs.

“You should call him”, Albatross states.

“No, you shouldn’t”, Piano Man says, trying to escape Lippmann’s kisses. “He’ll just get worried.” That’s about all the man can say before he’s trapped into another kiss, voice shallowed by the blond’s lips.

“I wrote him a love song. Do you want to hear it? I haven’t sung it to him yet”, Chuuya says.

“Hell yeah!” Albatross yells, turning to Chuuya. He’s still dancing, like the best music he’s ever heard is blasting in the silent room.

“Free gig! I’ll drink to that”, Ice Man states, lifting his shot of vodka and shooting it down.

Chuuya pics up an empty wine bottle, clearing his throat loudly. He holds the bottle like it’s a microphone, stepping onto the coffee table like it’s a stage built just for him.

Albatross whips out his phone, putting on the flash and moving his hand back and forth like he’s at an actual concert. Ice Man just watches with a raised brow while Doc continues to snore and the couple continues on making out.

“I never thought I’d feel this way”, Chuuya sings, too drunk to be embarrassed about the fact he’s singing a love song he wrote for his boyfriend. “But now my heart’s starting to sway // every moment spent with you // makes me see love in something new.”

“Wohoo!” Albatross yells, completely into the mood, swinging his phone from side to side as if he’s on the best gig of his life. “You rock, Chuuya!”

“I’m falling, falling into your embrace // finding love in every trace // can’t deny what’s in my heart // I’m falling for you right from the start”, Chuuya sings, heart warm from more than just the alcohol.

Everyone’s too into the mood and too intoxicated to hear the door of the house open.

Chuuya’s certainly too high in his own song to notice. “Every smile, every touch // makes me want you, oh, so much // I try to fight these feelings inside // but love won’t let me hide.”

(Dazai had not expected to come home to this. He can hear Chuuya singing in the living room and Yumeno—who’d Dazai’d picked up from a friend’s place after having finished with his meeting with his publisher—raises a brow.

Dazai leaves his shoes to the genkan before sneaking towards the low lights that are illuminating through the sliding doors that lead to their living room. Dazai pushes the door open a little, peaking in.

He knew the group that calls itself ‘the Flags’ was coming over, but this is certainly not what he’d imagined. Walter and Andreas are making out so heatedly Dazai fears they’re going to violate his couch, Charles is nearly crying as he swings his hand occupied by a phone.

And Chuuya? Beautiful, gorgeous Chuuya, is singing. Dazai can’t but smile fondly, staring at the man who he oh, so loves, listening the redhead sing a song he’s never heard before.

It’s a love song, Dazai realizes.)

Chuuya raises a hand and spreads it to the side, totally sinking into the song. “I’m falling, falling into your embrace // finding love in every trace // can’t deny what’s in my heart // I’m falling for you right from the start.”

He spins on the table, nearly knocking down empty glasses and bottles. Chuuya sings to his heart’s content, “I’ve accepted this love so true // and now I’m ready to be with you // no more doubts, no more fear // I’m ready to hold you near.”

The redhead sucks in a breath, ready to finish the song with one last chorus, but then his azure eyes meet chestnut ones and he forgets he was singing. He can only stare at Osamu.

“That was amazing!!” Albatross yells, clapping his hands together loudly, thinking the song is over. “You’re amazing, Chuuya!”

The redhead steps off the ‘stage’, slowly making his way to Osamu. “Hi”, he says once he finally reaches the man, balance nonexistent thanks to the wine he’d drunk.

“You’re having fun”, Osamu says, smiling down at him. “And you’re drunk.”

“You’re pretty”, Chuuya says, grinning because Osamu is here! “Did you like the song? I wrote it for you!”

Osamu blinks. “You- you wrote it for me?” He asks, dumbfounded.

The redhead nods. “I did. You wrote a poem for me so I had to repay the favor!” Chuuya exclaims, burying himself against Osamu and cranking his head back nearly ninety decrees to look at Osamu’s chestnut eyes.

“So you wrote me a song? You didn’t have to”, the brunet says, sounding baffled.

“But I wanted to”, Chuuya says, pouting because he just wants Osamu to accept his song. “So, did you like it or not?”

Osamu smiles. He cups Chuuya’s cheek with his hand and presses their foreheads together. “There’s nothing you could do that I wouldn’t like. I love it, Chuuya.”

Chuuya grins. He lifts himself onto his tiptoes to press his lips against Osamu’s.

“I’ll just, leave, bye”, Yumeno—who Chuuya had honestly not even noticed, too mesmerized by Osamu—says, waving awkwardly before leaving for his room.

Osamu rolls his eyes, circling Chuuya’s waist with his arms before he’s kissing the redhead properly.

“Awww man!” Albatross yells behind them. “Now I want to kiss someone too!” There’s some stumbling and rustling, then, “Kiss me, com’ on!”

“You have a girlfriend”, Ice Man deadpans and Chuuya tuns around in Osamu’s arms just to see what’s going on.

Albatross is leaning into Ice Man, making kissy noises. “So you’d kiss me if I didn’t have a girlfriend?”

The scarred man scowls. “When did I ever imply that? Get away.”

Lippmann’s soul—always hungry for gossip—must sense something going on, since he pulls away from Piano Man, looking around the room. “What’d we miss?” The blond asks.

“Nothing”, Ice Man states.

Chuuya decides he wants to kiss Osamu again. He pulls the brunet down into a kiss, relishing in the taste of Osamu.

Lippmann gasps loudly behind him. “Chuuya!” He yells, scandalized. “You have a boyfriend!”

“That’s his boyfriend, idiot”, Ice Man tsks, doing his damned best to keep Albatross away from him.

“I see you’ve had fun”, Osamu states, hugging Chuuya—who’s clinging onto him for dear life—into his chest. “And yes, I’m this Chibi’s boyfriend”, he sounds proud when he says so and Chuuya feels stupidly happy.

“Boyfriend, hehe”, Chuuya laughs, grinning at Osamu.

“We should get going soon, before all of us fall asleep here”, Piano Man states with a sigh.

“NOOooo!” Lippmann yells. “It’s so nice in here!”

Piano Man pulls him down onto the couch before whispering something into the blond’s ear, making Lippmann’s eyes widen. Piano Man keeps talking, lips slowly quirking up as Lippmann’s face gets redder and redder.

“So”, the blond starts once Piano Man has stopped speaking. “We should leave soon, right?”

“You can stay the night, if you wish”, Osamu states. “We have one extra room and the couches are plenty comfortable”, he says, placing his hands under Chuuya’s thighs when the redhead decides to cling onto him, jumping so his legs are wrapped around Osamu’s waist.

“But Andreas can’t fuck me if we do!” Lippmann whines and Piano Man sucks in a breath, looking like he wishes to turn into smoke.

“I can call a taxi”, Osamu offers.

“Would be greatly appreciated”, Ice Man says from the armchair he’s sitting in, holding Albatross back with both hands now. “I’m going to die here, and I’m saying this respectfully as a straight man.”

“A kiss won’t kill you!” Albatross yells, trying to kiss Ice Man again.

“It might”, Ice Man says, taking a deep breath before he tackles Albatross against the floor.

“I’ll call the taxi”, Osamu says, slowly turning away from the living room, holding Chuuya between his arms like the redhead is the most precious thing in the world. “I want you to sing that song for me again, when you’re sober”, Osamu whispers into Chuuya’s’ ear, kissing his temple.

“Okay”, Chuuya promises, relishing in Osamu’s kisses.

Kouyou teases Chuuya about having become a father of two teenagers at the age of twenty-three, but the younger redhead can see she’s happy to have an excuse to visit Chuuya more often now.

Elise and Kyoka have become good friends and they’re nearly like cousins to each other at this point, as Elise calls Yosano auntie and Kyoka’s the brunette’s daughter.

“You’re happy”, Kouyou states, when she sees Chuuya smiling stupidly. He’s been smiling a lot during these past few months.

“I am”, Chuuya agrees. He’s finally able to give the whole of his heart to Osamu, sure the brunet will take good care of it.

“I’m glad”, Kouyou says, smiling as she watches Elise show a drawing to Kyoka.

“Don’t you think Yosano-san and Dazai kinda look like siblings?” Yumeno asks, appearing to the kitchen table with a glass of juice.

Kouyou jumps slightly. “One of these days these children are going to give me a heart attack”, the older redhead mumbles. “But I wouldn’t say they look like siblings, rather that they act as if they’re from the same blood.”

“Osamu’s said he sees Yosano as an older sister, sometimes”, Chuuya notes, sipping his coffee as he watches the two young children play.

“Do my ears hear someone talking about me?” Osamu asks, joining the table with Yosano. He sits next to Chuuya, pressing a kiss onto his redhead’s cheek.

“We were just talking about how you and Akiko both own… a certain type of a personality”, Kouyou tells.

“The kind of personality your blood can’t help but fall in love with?” Yosano teases, leaning close to her wife.

Chuuya tsks. “Do you want to go swimming?” He asks Yumeno. It’s warm, the cold winter having been beaten by a warm spring and even warmer summer.

“Sure”, the teen agrees. “Let me ask if Elise and Kyoka want to join.”

“You want to come swimming too?” Chuuya asks the adults at the table. He knows Osamu isn’t really a fan of swimming and not a huge fan of the swimming pool of their house in general.

“I’ll go swimming!” Yosano states happily, jumping off of her chair to go get her’s and Kyoka’s swimsuits, he assumes.

“I’ll skip”, Kouyou says.

“Me too”, Osamu agrees.

“Then you can entertain each other”, Chuuya states, giving Osamu a kiss before he makes his way to change downstairs. He hears Osamu and Kouyou start talking instantly and the laugher he hears makes his heart warm. He’s so glad the people dearest to him get along.

The pool has been used more than ever before, Chuuya thinks, now that Yumeno’s still living with them and Elise visits on most weekends. Sometimes Chuuya looks at the pool a wonders what would’ve happened if the ice had broken when Osamu’d been in a bad place.

He’s so glad the brunet is still alive, with him, and the pool serves as a reminder to both of them that Osamu’s gotten better. Because Chuuya can look at the water, dip his feet into it, and not think Osamu might drown himself.

It’s been nice, seeing the scars on the brunet’s skin slowly heal. It’s been nice, seeing the bandages Osamu used to cover his whole body with reduce only to be wrapped around his wrists and neck.

Chuuya loves him the most when he doesn’t try to hide his scars, skin nor feelings.

Yosano pushes Chuuya into the pool from where he’d been sitting on the edge, nearly shallowing a mouthful of water as he succumbs under the surface. When he surfaces, he sees Yosano laughing at him.

“Oh, now you’ve done it”, Chuuya smirks, reaching up to grab Yosano’s wrist and pulling her down with him. His sister-in-law does shallow a mouthful of water and she laughs between coughs.

“You should’ve seen your face”, Yosano laughs. “You looked so shocked!”

“I didn’t want to wet my hair!” Chuuya yells, splashing water on her, purposefully trying to ruin her makeup.

“Water-proof, baby”, the brunette states, looking smug and seeing through Chuuya’s plan.

She’s about to say something more, but they both get splashed speechless when Yumeno cannonballs into the pool with the purpose of creating a huge wave that washes over Elise and Kyoka.

Chuuya wipes at his eyes, sharing a look with Yosano, before they’re both attacking the poor teenager. Yumeno baks off towards the edge of the pool and the two think they’ve won, until Yumeno takes a water gun from the pool’s edge and starts shooting at them.

Yosano gasps when she gets a mouthful of water. “Why are guns always so unfair, no matter what?” She whines, trying to blindly splash water on Yumeno.

“We should have another one”, Chuuya states. “I don’t know where it is, though.”

His question is answered when he gets shot from behind, meeting the eyes of a smug Osamu.

“You’re so childish”, Kouyou sighs next to the brunet, her eyes closed against the blinding afternoon sun. Her words are stolen out of her mouth when water hits her chest, soaking her kimono.

Everyone turns to look at Yumeno, who quickly thrusts the water gun into Yosano’s arms. She looks at her wife sheepishly when Kouyou opens her eyes.

“This is a dedication of war”, the older redhead says, walking closer to the pool’s edge. “You can be sure I’ll be carrying a water gun around of the rest of our lives with one purpose in my mind: to ruin your clothes.”

Yosano doesn’t seem phased. She smirks. “But there’s another way you could ruin my clothes that I’d appreciate much more.”

Yumeno succumbs under the water, creating air bubbles as he swims towards his sister and Kyoka.

Chuuya decides to leave the two women alone as well, swimming towards where Osamu is standing, a water pistol still in his hand. “So, we’re not telling her Yumeno shot her?” The brunet asks.

“I think Yosano’s enjoying her ‘wrath’ too much”, Chuuya chuckles. “We shouldn’t ruin that for them.”

The redhead gets up from the pool, stretching his arms and totally not flexing his muscles on purpose. “Chibi’s teasing me”, Osamu says.

“Yeah? Someone here has to showcase their muscles-“ Chuuya starts with a smug grin but he cuts himself off with a yelp with Osamu rolls his eyes and tries to push him into the pool.

Chuuya latches onto the brunet’s arm, trying to not fall back into the pool. Too bad he’s already falling backwards.

They both fall into the water, creating a huge wave and drawing attention of the others. Yosano’s laugh is the first thing Chuuya hears when he resurfaces.

“Why is it that the last time we were in this pool it went like this, too?” Osamu asks.

Chuuya brushes Osamu’s wet bangs that are covering his eyes to the sides, smiling up at his stupid boyfriend. “Don’t try to push me in, then”, he states, gritting his teeth.

“Last time Chuuya was so drunk he stumbled”, Osamu whines. “And you were fully clothed back then, too. Now I’m the only one suffering! My bandages are all wet!”

“Your fault”, Chuuya chuckles. “At least the water is warm.”

“Kiss me?” Osamu asks, truly looking like a wet puppy.

Chuuya smiles, kissing his stupid boyfriend senseless before trying to tackle Osamu under the surface.

“It’s been too long”, Chuuya sighs, taking a sip of sake. He’s hanging out with Tachihara after which feels like years. The younger man had been busy with his part-time jobs—and college, of course—and Chuuya had been busy making songs.

“I know, right? Last time I saw you, you were single and now you live with your boyfriend. When will I ever get lucky?” Tachihara whines, taking a sip from his bottle of beer.

“I was single for like, three years straight at your age”, Chuuya laughs. “Sometimes it feels like you’ll be alone for the rest of your life. And then you find the rest of your life, just like that.”

“Sometimes I forget how cheesy you are”, Tachihara scoffs. “But I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks”, Chuuya says, scrolling through movies as they try pick what they want to watch.

“You’re just doing better every time I see you!” The younger redhead exclaims. “And I’m just doing shittier! I’m broke and tired.”

“I used to be broke too”, Chuuya points out. “And I was tired for the past two years of my life. It’s about damn time I get a break.”

“I want my break now. Why won’t time go faster?” Tachihara whines.

“Sometimes I wish time would move slower. I feel like I blinked my eyes and suddenly it’s been like a year since we last saw each other. We used to meet every month”, Chuuya mumbles, feeling guilty.

“We were both busy. Well, I have been busy for the past six months. College never gives a break, right?” Tachihara growls, ruffling at his own hair. “Sometimes I wonder why I pick so many classes each year…”

“Every time I hear someone talk about college, I’m so glad I never went”, Chuuya states.

“Yeah! You’re so successful! Why do I need to study?” Tachihara asks, before he’s pointing at the screen of the TV and suggesting a movie.

Chuuya has no better options so he clicks play on the film. “Studying is never bad.”

They watch the movie and talk shit, enjoying each other’s company after such a long time of not seeing each other. They schedule another meeting soon. Chuuya really does miss talking trash with a friend.

“Is that your boyfriend?” Tachihara asks, leaning against Chuuya’s shoulder when Osamu comes back home.

“Yeah”, Chuuya whispers back. “He’s so handsome, isn’t he?”

“I guess”, Tachihara mutters. “Not my type.”

“Good”, Chuuya laughs. “He’s mine.” The redhead walks to Osamu, giving his boyfriend a long and gross kiss just to spite Tachihara. “This is my boyfriend”, he states proudly.

“Call me Dazai”, Osamu says, offering his hand for Tachihara to shake. “Chuuya’s boyfriend, as he said”, the man says, sounding all too proud. “Are you leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s getting late”, he says. “Tachihara Michizou, Chuuya’s best friend”, the younger redhead says, shaking Osamu’s hand with a grin. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Osamu hums, watching quietly as Chuuya hugs Tachihara goodbye.

“See’ya, Chuuya!” Tachihara says. “And see’ya too, Dazai! I guess we’ll be seeing each other more in the future.”

“Yeah, see’ya”, Osamu says, and Chuuya narrows his eyes at the tone of the brunet’s voice.

As soon as the door closes behind the redhead, Chuuya turns to Osamu. “Why’re you acting jealous?” Chuuya asks, feeling amused.

“I should be Chuuya’s best friend”, Osamu whines, hugging himself against Chuuya.

“Should I be jealous then, too? You were with your best friend Kunikida for the whole morning”, he points out, pouting just to be dramatic.

“I want to know what jealous Chuuya is like”, Osamu states.

Chuuya huffs, puling Osamu into a kiss. “Maybe I want to know what you’re like when you’re jealous”, the redhead states.

“Are you sure you want to know?” Osamu asks, now smirking in a devilish way.

“Oh, I’m sure”, Chuuya says, gasping when Osamu wastes no time sneaking a hand into his pants. “Get me onto a bed, first”, he hisses.

“But what if jealous me wants to fuck you against this wall?” Osamu asks, turning Chuuya around and pressing him against the wall.

“Osamu”, Chuuya breathes. “Yumeno might come home and we’re in view from the door.”

Osamu smirks against the skin of his neck, pulling Chuuya’s pants and boxers down. “Doesn’t that excite you? The possibility of being caught? The possibility of being seen when I fuck you against this wall?”

“Osamu”, Chuuya moans. He admits the idea of Osamu fucking him against the wall where someone might see turns him own, the risk of being seen making his cock spring into life faster.

There’s slick fingers pressing into Chuuya before the redhead can even manage to come up with an argument which would make Osamu take him to bed. He moans when two fingers sink into him easily, his asshole loose with how much they’d fucked during the week.

“Where’d you even get lube?” Chuuya groans, pushing himself against the fingers as pleasure shoots through him.

“A man should always be prepared”, Osamu simply states, scissoring the redhead open. “Too fast?” He asks.

“No”, Chuuya grits out. “Be faster.”

He needs Osamu into him, already desperate for the promise of the brunet’s cock pressed deep within him.

He’s so happy he’s already loose, the third and fourth finger pressing into him not too long after the first two. Osamu loosens him with practiced moves, wrist flicking as he fucks Chuuya’s hole with his fingers, successfully making him hard but not giving enough pleasure to make him reach release.

Osamu’s cock is just as large as always when it breaches into him, knocking the breath out of Chuuya’s lungs. “Give a man a warning”, Chuuya huffs, breathing hard as he tries to adjust to the monstrosity within him.

“You wanted me to be fast”, Osamu points out, already thrusting his hips deeper before slowly pulling out.

Chuuya bites his lip, hands pressed against the wall along his forehead.

Osamu’s lips press against his neck, sucking marks into his skin. “I’ll mark you as mine. Make sure everyone can see you belong to me.”

Chuuya moans as Osamu starts going faster, hands holding Chuuya’s hips hard enough to bruise. Chuuya loves Osamu’s possessiveness and the kink he has about claiming Chuuya, as it leads to moments like these, having wild sex that leaves him feeling high.

The brunet fucks into him hard, making sure Chuuya breaks records with how hard he moans, legs trembling and nearly giving out as Osamu fucks him breathless.

“Osamu”, Chuuya moans. “Osamu, I’ll ruin this wall soon”, he warns, heart beating fast and head feeling light from the lack of breath.

“It’ll be a beautiful artwork”, Osamu whispers, his voice rough against Chuuya’s ear. “Maybe we should frame it.”

“Osamu”, Chuuya warns again, hips shuttering as Osamu thrusts into him with everything he has.

“Everyone should see what I get you do to you. Everyone should also know it’s only for me”, Osamu breathes, mouthing over Chuuya’s neck again like a hungry animal, leaving his neck red and bruised.

“Osamu”, Chuuya moans. “I’m so close.”

“Good. Good, angel. Ruin the wall. Cum on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel”, Osamu groans, kissing Chuuya’s cheek before he’s turning the redhead’s head and capturing Chuuya’s lips with his own.

Chuuya lifts a middle finger, but his hand falls when his whole body shakes as his orgasm washes over him—and well, the wall.

Osamu groans behind him, fucking into the shuttering redhead, abusing Chuuya’s prostate and milking every last drop of his orgasm out of him before the brunet’s spilling into him, leaving Chuuya leaking with his cum.

Chuuya breathes hard, feeling cum tickle down his thighs as Osamu pulls out, leaning heavily onto the wall not to fall. “You’ve-“ Chuuya tries, but he’s too out of breath to manage words. “You’ve claimed me.”

Osamu curses, his hands on Chuuya’s waist. “Chuuya”, the brunet says, sounding desperate. “Chuuya”, he breathes.

“Yeah?” Chuuya asks. “You wanted to show everyone I’m your’s, right? You’ve succeeded”, the redhead praises, turning around so his back is against the wall, pulling Osamu down into a kiss.

“I want you to be mine for the rest of our lives”, Osamu states, forehead pressed against Chuuya’s.

“I’m your’s”, Chuuya praises, kissing Osamu again.

“No, Chuuya. You don’t understand”, Osamu says, pushing away and taking a step back from Chuuya. He takes his jacket from the floor, searching for something from the pocket.

“What don’t I understand?” The redhead asks, watching Osamu with careful eyes as he leans heavily against the wall not to collapse onto the floor.

“I want you to be mine of for the rest of our lives, Chuuya”, Osamu repeats, his voice much softer this time. He’s looking at Chuuya now, his chestnut eyes staring into azure ones. “I want to be your’s for the rest of my life.”

Osamu kneels in front of him and Chuuya’s breath catches. It- it can’t be-

Then, the brunet pulls a ring box out of his jacket. “Will you marry me?” The brunet asks.

And, somehow, Chuuya knew when Osamu was going to propose, it was going to be with the man’s cum leaking down his thighs. The bastard was possessive like that, after all.

Gladly Chuuya loves him for it.

“Yes”, the redhead breathes. “Yes. Of course I will marry you.”

He lets his legs give out, kneeling on the floor with Osamu and pulling the man into a searing kiss. He pours all of his love into the exchange, love setting his heart aflame.

“I love you, so much, Osamu”, Chuuya breathes. He’s not even mad Osamu’s proposing at such a moment. He knows it’s certainly not romantic nor a tale he wishes to tell his sister, but he loves Osamu too damn much to care.

“I love you too, angel”, Osamu breathes, seemingly relieved, as if he’s thought Chuuya would ever say no.

“Put that damn ring on my finger”, Chuuya commands, smiling like a fool.

“Of course”, Osamu says, smiling just as stupidly as he slides the ring onto Chuuya’s finger. It’s a perfect fit. “I love you, so much, fiancé”, he laughs.

“I love you so much, too, fiancé”, Chuuya laughs back, before he’s pulling Osamu into a kiss.

Chapter Extra :D Starring Kyoka-chan and crab-flavored lube!

Kyoka’s curious. More curious than she admits, Kouyou has noticed. The child won’t ask for much and she’s happy with what she’s given, but sometimes the usual curiousness of a child shines through her.

Kouyou realizes that once again, when she finds Kyoka going through drawers in her’s and Yosano’s bedroom. She’d shown Kyoka a drawer she keeps bracelets and hair ties in, telling the little girl she could borrow something is she wished to.

Kouyou should’ve realized it might lead to this, as Kyoka is simply a child.

She’s going through the drawer of sex toys her mothers own and Kouyou thinks she’s never blushed as red in her entire life.

“Okaa-sama, what’s this?” She asks, holding a bottle in one hand and a vibrator in the other, eyes innocent and ignorant to what she’s holding.

Kouyou hopes Kyoka won’t remember this when she’s older. She thanks every god she can name that Kyoka is still innocent enough not to know what she’s holding.

The redhead slowly kneels in front of her daughter, slowly taking the objects from Kyoka’s hands. “Did I do something wrong?” The little precious treasure asks.

“No”, Kouyou answers instantly. “Of course not. But these are Okaa-san’s. You shouldn’t touch them”, Kouyou lies, putting the vibrator and bottle of lube back into the box.

Kyoka pulls another bottle of lube from next to her, offering it to Kouyou. “I thought it was something fun. There’s a picture of a crab in this one!” She says, pointing at the very little drawing of a crab on the bottle of lube.

“Oh? How did this end up in here?” Kouyou asks, trying to not burst a vein. She’s certain crab-flavored lube is going to haunt her for as long as she lives. She did not need this monstrosity into her life.

“You aren’t mad?” Kyoka asks.

“Of course not”, Kouyou says, pulling Kyoka into a hug. “Next time remember to ask Okaa-sama before touching new drawers, okay?”

Kyoka nods. “Okay.”

Kouyou puts the sex toys away, making a mental note to store them somewhere where Kyoka can’t reach. She takes the crab-lube and slips it into her kimono, ready to throw it into the trash. She’ll rather die than let her daughter learn what the bottle with a ‘cute crab’ actually was.

Second Chapter Extra!! :D Starring Bottom! Dazai!
AN: If you detest reading bottom! Dazai, you’re welcome to skip this. Purely pwp.

Chuuya kisses Dazai’s jaw, his hazed azure eyes staring at the brunet’s chestnut ones. He’s drunk on wine and Dazai’s drunk on him.

Chuuya’s gorgeous, especially when his eyes are softened by love but filled with lust, all for Dazai. All for him.

“Chuuya”, Dazai breathes, brushing fierce hair behind even a fiercer man’s ear. He kisses Chuuya’s temple but Chuuya holds his hips with both hands, pressing him further into the couch they’re on. “Let’s take this to the bed.”

“Later”, Chuuya mumbles. His teeth are scraping against the brunet’s neck while his hands roam over Dazai’s naked chest.

“If we’re going to wait any longer, we’re not going to move to the bed”, Dazai marks, his hands on Chuuya’s slender shoulders and eyes strained on freckled skin and eyes that have fluttered closed.

The redhead seems to growl, before he bites Dazai’s chest and stands up from the couch, pulling Dazai with him, their lips now locked into a fierce battle of tongues.

They slowly stumble towards the open kitchen and the stairway leading into their bedroom, occasionally thumbing against a wall and stopping for a moment to just kiss, kiss and kiss, lips red and bitten by the time they’re on their bed.

Chuuya—who’s been leading them into the bedroom back-first—turns around once they reach the bed, pushing Dazai onto the mattress with enough force to make him bounce on it a little.

“Move up”, Chuuya commands, pulling the sweater he’s wearing off of his body and throwing it onto the floor before climbing on top of Dazai.

The brunet pulls the redhead into a kiss instantly, relishing in the feeling of Chuuya’s slim waist underneath his fingers. He loves every part of Chuuya, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet—not that it’s much considering the Chibi’s height, heh.

Chuuya breaks the kiss all too soon for Dazai’s liking but the protests die on his tongue and transfer into a gasp when Chuuya latches onto his nipple, sucking the bud and teasing the sensitive skin with his teeth.

The redhead doesn’t play with his nipples for too long—much to Dazai’s disappointment—before he’s moving down, trailing kisses over the brunet’s stomach.

His eyes are closed as he seems to kiss every single spot of Dazai’s skin, sure to leave a wet spot with his tongue anywhere he travels, stopping to suck marks from time to time.

Chuuya pulls off of Dazai’s skin for a moment to breathe, his siren-like eyes looking at Dazai underneath his long lashes. “Grab to lube for me, will you?” Chuuya asks, his words quiet as he keeps their eyes locked, kissing the man’s stomach.

“Did I hear crab-lube?” Dazai jokes, but jolts and groans when Chuuya twists his nipple.

“You’re an idiot”, Chuuya says, his lips now on Dazai’s hips. His words are all to fond to be an insult. Dazai loves how every word he would usually take as offensive sound like the sweetest of pet names on Chuuya’s tongue. “I love you”, the redhead whispers, slowly pulling Dazai’s sweats down.

The brunet’s hand searches for the lube that he knows is on the bedside table, desperate to keep his eyes on the redhead between his legs. Chuuya’s so perfect, his lips all too close to Dazai’s cock.

As soon as Dazai’s hand meets the cold bottle, he makes sure to toss it toward Chuuya. It lands next to Dazai’s thigh and Chuuya gives an approving hum.

Last time Chuuya had been on a dominant mood, he’d tied Dazai’s hands to the bed before fingering himself open and making the brunet watch, painfully erect with a cock ring around his dick to stop him from coming at the mere sight of Chuuya.

The redhead didn’t let Dazai’s hands free once, fucking himself onto Dazai’s cock, riding the brunet, making the sweetest sounds, making sure to cum untouched while he still kept the damn ring around Dazai’s cock. That was probably the best orgasm he’s ever had, when Chuuya had pulled the ring off along his restrains, simply saying ”Fuck my mouth” in a way what must be the sexiest way possible to a man.

Dazai’s looking forward to this, curious what Chuuya’ll do this time.

The redhead pulls the brunet’s sweats off completely, Dazai’s already hard cock coming into view. He’d stopped wearing underwear at home, as it was more of an inconvenience.

The redhead kisses the side of Dazai’s cock, looking absolutely majestic with his back arched and ass up as he kneels between Dazai’s bend legs, holding the man’s thighs open as he kisses his way up the brunet’s dick.

Dazai’d really love to have a clone of himself right now just so he could fuck the redhead in the position Chuuya’s in right now. Oh, how he’d love to watch himself fuck Chuuya into a moaning mess.

Hm, maybe he’ll ask Chuuya to film a sex tape with him-

“Ah~” The small noise that escapes Dazai’s throat is a sound he’s never heard himself make. It’s a small, pitiful moan that comes out choked.

Oh, so this is the kind of mood Chuuya was on today.

Chuuya smirks, his lubed up finger slowly circling Dazai’s rim. He’s looking at the brunet, as if asking for permission, his fingertip already catching onto the ring of muscle.

“Fuck”, Dazai curses, his head falling against the pillow. “Stop teasing already”, he grits out, and Chuuya’s smirk widens.

He slowly presses his finger in, carefully wiggling it past the rim.

Dazai can’t believe he’s a panting mess after a measly one finger Chuuya has barely pushed into him. The redhead can’t even properly reach his prostate, occasionally teasing the sensitive ball of nerves with the tip of his finger.

The stimuli makes Dazai’s body shiver and chest heave.

“Chuuya”, he moans, his fingers sinking into the sheets for leverage when Chuuya starts pumping the finger back and forth, nearly pulling it out before easing it back in.

The redhead simply smirks, resting his head against Dazai’s thigh. “What? His finger is slowly working the brunet loose and Dazai can’t but gasp for breath. “Sensitive much?”

Dazai just gasps in response, taking hold of Chuuya’s slender shoulder with one hand. It’s been so long and he doesn’t want to remember the last time he was the one in the receiving end.

Chuuya pulls his finger out and Dazai whines at the loss, already used to the steady pressure of Chuuya’s finger within him. The redhead simply tells him to be patient, pouring more lube onto his fingers before he’s pushing two of them into the brunet.

Dazai takes a deep breath, head falling back into the pillows. He needs to show Chuuya some mercy the next time they fuck. He already feels like he’s going to die and Chuuya has barely pushed two fingers inside of him.

“You good?” Chuuya asks, fingers working Dazai open impossibly slowly. Azure eyes stare at him and Dazai’s breath catches not only because Chuuya plucks his fingers against his prostate but also because Chuuya looks beautiful, freckled cheeks lifting as he smiles.

“Yeah”, Dazai breathes. “That’s- that feels good”, he admits, feeling shy.

“Good”, Chuuya says, pressing his head down to kiss the brunet’s thigh. He works his fingers back and forth, slowly loosening the brunet.

They must lay like that, pressed together, for what feels like hours. Chuuya makes sure to map every single inch of Dazia’s skin with his lips. Kissing scars and untouched skin. Sucking marks and leaving wet kisses.

Chuuya takes hold of his hand and he kisses the brunet’s fingers while he works four fingers slowly in and out of Dazai, teasing his prostate with every push.

It’s so infuriatingly good and Dazai’d be frustrated if Chuuya’s hard cock wasn’t a gift he wants so desperately he’s willing to wait for a moment longer.

Chuuya kisses his hand, turning it slowly as he kisses each finger before pressing his lips into the middle of Dazai’s palm, slowly easing his fingers out of the brunet.
“You think you’re ready?” Chuuya asks, placing his hands on the bed next to Dazai’s chest to reach the brunet’s face, kissing his neck before pressing his forehead against Dazai’s.

“I think I’ll go insase if you don’t put yourself in me in the next ten seconds”, Dazai breathes out, eyes stuck to Chuuya’s azure eyes.

The redhead kisses him, lips slotting against Dazai’s like they belong there. He takes the bottle of lube again, slicking his cock and groaning against the brunet’s lips as he rubs the liquid over himself.

“Please”, Dazai whispers against Chuuya’s lips, unable to keep the words in. “I need you so bad I think I might actually die”, he says, fingers sinking into Chuuya’s orange locks.

Chuuya pulls away from the kiss, pressing a kiss under Dazai’s ear before he kneels back onto his heels, taking hold of Dazai’s thighs and pushing them up.

“Please, Chuuya”, Dazai begs, watching the redhead’s cock with hungry eyes. He’s hard and leaking himself and he’s content on coming only with Chuuya’s cock inside of him.

“You don’t need to wait any longer”, Chuuya promises, lining himself up with Dazai’s hole that’s prepped so well lube is slowly tickling out of it.

Chuuya presses in slowly and Dazai watches, breath in his throat. He drinks in how the redhead closes his eyes and throws his head back, growling as his cock slowly penetrates the brunet. Dazai wants to close his eyes too, feeling the pressure of Chuuya pushing into him shooting pleasure through his whole being.

He wants to look at the redhead, though. He wants to see the pleasure he brings Chuuya, simply lying against the pillows.

Dazai moans when Chuuya bottoms out, fingers sinking into the sheets. He desperately needs Chuuya to move, but the other half of him is sure he’ll be split in half if the redhead does move.

Dazai wonders once again how Chuuya can take him so well. Dazai’s much bigger than Chuuya and the redhead’s body is much smaller, yet somehow Dazai can fit himself into the redhead so snugly.

“Still good?” Chuuya asks, voice rough as he pants for breath.

Dazai can’t help but clench around Chuuya, loving the way the redhead groans when he does so, voice becoming even rougher. “Yes. Yes, it’s so good, Chuuya”, he says, eyes half-lidded.

“Are you going to be okay if I move?” Chuuya asks, thumbs drawing circles onto Dazai’s thighs.

“Fuck, yes, I will. But I won’t if you stay still-!” Dazai’s voice cuts off to a what must be the most desperately whine-moan of pleasure he’s ever heard himself make.

His eyes close despite the fact he wants to look at Chuuya, relishing in the feeling of the redhead fucking into him instead. 

Somehow Chuuya manages to hit his prostate with every thrust, bringing Dazai closer to the edge with every slow, deep push of hips. He makes sure to press against the brunet’s sweet spot with his whole weight and Dazai would lie if he were to state he doesn’t become a moaning mess in less than two minutes.

“Chuuya”, he moans, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Chuuya. Chuuya”, he pleads, the redhead’s name the only thing he can make himself to say.

“Yeah? It’s good, right?” Chuuya asks, his hips starting to pick up speed. “I love seeing you like this, Osamu.”

Dazai groans, back arching off the bed when Chuuya fucks into him harder than before, hands now holding his hips to fuck back and forth as fast as humanly possible.

The brunet feels pleasure build in his stomach, pre-cum starting to drip down his cock. He feels so good, so full, hands clinging onto anything he can reach, hips desperately bucking against Chuuya’s.

“Fuck”, Chuuya curses. “I’m so close, Osamu. You have no idea how good you feel around me. Better than anything I’ve ever fucked before.”

Dazai moans, walls clenching around the redhead and making him grunt louder. “‘M close too. Please”, he begs, unsure what he’s begging for.

Chuuya comes with a loud gasp when Dazai clenches around him, rolling his hips against Dazai’s prostate as his cum fills the brunet, the seed spilling out when Chuuya pulls out.

The redhead presses his hands onto the insides of Dazai’s thighs, pressing a kiss to the side of the brunet’s length before taking nearly all of Dazai into his mouth.

The brunet screams. He sees stars, hips bucking against Chuuya’s throat and body trembling.

Chuuya pushes three fingers into his hole, propping at his prostate. Dazai’s a goner, then. He comes into Chuuya’s mouth, eyes rolling back and vision filling with white.

Fuck. That felt so good. It felt better than he ever imagined.

“Chuuya”, Dazai breathes. “We need to do this again.”

The redhead chuckles, moving up to kiss the brunet. “Sure.. you’ll be sore tomorrow”, he states.

“Mnn”, Dazai hums, allowing Chuuya to lick into his mouth, kiss him until he’s warm and content, enjoying Chuuya’s weight over him like a weighted blanket.

“Tired?” Chuuya asks.

“Yeah”, Dazai says. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re the one who’s amazing”, Chuuya counters, kissing Dazai again. “I love you.”

“Mnn”, Dazai moans against Chuuya’s lips. “Love you too”, he mumbles eyes feeling heavy. He’s so lucky to have Chuuya.

“I’m the one who’s lucky and happy to have you, husband”, Chuuya says, and Dazai realizes he’d said his thoughts aloud.

“We’re both equally happy. Though I think I might be happier, right now”, he breathes out.

“Really?” Chuuya asks, his hands on Dazai’s hips.

“Yeah”, Dazai murmurs, eyes too heavy to be opened. “I’m the happiest.”