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In her defense, Chuuya wasn't exactly known for her good decision making.

Of course Chuuya could handle strategy just fine. She had been half of Double Black, after all, and despite what people thought, that entailed far more than being a missile launcher Dazai aimed at people. And she also had an eye for smuggling so keen it was practically innate, and considering she was an executive now, that wasn't even bragging. You don't get put in charge of all of the Port Mafia’s black market art dealings based on boasting alone, after all. 

So, Chuuya wasn't stupid. She was impulsive, perhaps, hot-headed and often eager to throw herself into danger, but not actually stupid. 

Except when she was.

She had known, of course, to expect trouble when Dazai had called Chuuya about her plan for the mission — because leave it to Dazai to find a way to convince everyone it was super important they go undercover on a luxury cruise liner in the Mediterranean. That was par for the course, and honestly in line with the type of shenanigans Chuuya had prepared for when she tapped the Armed Detective Agency for help finding out who had stolen their latest big black market art shipment. And honestly, Chuuya wasn't above using it to take a bit of a vacation herself, all things considered. 

She also wasn't surprised by Dazai’s latest harebrained scheme to get Akutagawa and the Weretiger to work together, which involved insisting they pretend to date for the mission. That was all the kind of stupid shit she expected from Dazai at this point. Ever since Dazai had reappeared, and the truce between their groups formed, Chuuya could reasonably expect Dazai dragging her into some stupid shit, and expect her to go out of her way to annoy Chuuya in the process. 

The bad decision making, she supposed, usually boiled down to letting Dazai get away with it. Like letting her follow her around all day, wheedling free drinks out of Chuuya and pretending that gossiping about her subordinates counted as talking about work. “Oh my god, they got into a fight at the wine tasting! I don't think it was a physical fight, at least, but can you imagine? What do you think they were even arguing about? At a wine tasting! Red versus white, maybe? Ah I wish I could have seen it…” 

Chuuya knew, deep down, that she didn't have to put up with Dazai like this. She was well within her rights to tell the woman to fuck off, and the cruise ship was big enough she was pretty sure she could avoid her if she wanted to. 

But that was where the bad decision making came in. It was so easy to fall into old patterns with Dazai, bickering with her and insulting her but never actually asking Dazai to leave. Letting Dazai pull her into her stupid little games, sometimes literally. 

“Come on, slug!” whined Dazai, dragging Chuuya along behind her. “There's an arcade! I want to beat Chuuya at the racing game! Like old times!”

“As if,” Chuuya snapped back. “You weren't even that good at the racing games, I just always kicked your ass in the fighting games.”

“Slug has a bad memory! It was a fighting game when I won you as my dog, remember?”

“Fuck you, you literally cheated!”

“I'd argue I just had a very good long-term strategy. But if you're so confident, you won't mind making a bet of it! Winner can ask the loser to do whatever they want.” 

And Chuuya could have, should have said no. She knew better than to bet with Dazai. But Chuuya had never been good at backing down from a challenge. She would not, however, admit to herself the small bit of curiosity about what Dazai might ask from her that lurked in the back of her head as a factor.

“Fine. But are we doing the racing game or the fighting game?” 

They decided on both, and then had to see who could get a higher score shooting virtual aliens as a tiebreaker when Chuuya won the racing game, but lost at the fighting game. 

Chuuya would blame her defeat on the alcohol. “I'd just like it on record that I've drunk more than you. So this barely counts as a win.”

“It's not my fault you're a lush,” snickered Dazai. “Don't you want to know what I want as my prize?” 

“Not particularly, but I'm guessing I won't have a choice.” 

“I don't want much! Nothing crazy.” Dazai was grinning brightly to herself, and it was deeply annoying to Chuuya. “Just a kiss!”

There was a long beat of silence as Chuuya looked at her incredulously, before repeating, “A kiss ?”

“On the lips,” Dazai specified obnoxiously, tapping her own lips in demonstration. “Tongue is optional, though.” 

“If you stick your tongue in my mouth I'm biting it off.” Chuuya wished she hadn't finished her last drink so quickly, because it would have been very satisfying to dump it over Dazai’s head right now. “You have a lot of nerve, asking for that from me.”

“Really? I thought Chuuya would be more interested, considering the condom in her front left pocket.”

Chuuya froze, mind going blank for a moment out of sheer embarrassment as she was sure her face turned cherry red.

Because Chuuya wasn't known for her good decision making, especially her decision making around a certain bandaged alpha, but she also wasn't stupid . 

She had tried to tell herself, both when packing the condoms before the cruise and then putting one in her pocket that morning, that this wasn't about Dazai — but she knew it wasn't true. It wasn't like Chuuya actually had casual sex, despite what her penchant for bondage-themed fashion accessories might have one believe. However, Kouyou’s lessons had ingrained themselves quite a bit in Chuuya, including the ones about always thinking about protection, even when you didn't think you would need it. 

So, it wasn't like she had been planning on sleeping with Dazai on this cruise.

Except for the fact that she had absolutely been planning on sleeping with Dazai on this cruise. 

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Chuuya tried to lie, but she knew her reddening face had already given away her hand. “And even if I did, that doesn't mean it has anything to do with you .”

“Well, if Chuuya is looking for a casual cruise hook up, I would like to put my name in the running.” Dazai was smirking, and Chuuya contemplated how much trouble she would get in with the cruise if she knocked out Dazai in this arcade. “But in the meantime, I won the bet, and I want a kiss.” 

“Ugh, you're so annoying,” groused Chuuya, even though she knew she was still blushing terribly. “Fine, get it over with.” 

Chuuya tried to not tense up in anticipation as Dazai grinned, leaning in to Chuuya… Only to stop a few inches from her face. Chuuya waited for her to close the gap, assuming she was just making her wait to be annoying — but Dazai just stayed there, smirking at Chuuya. 

“Well?” Chuuya prompted, getting impatient.

Dazai hummed, dark eyes taking on a distinctly scheming quality that made Chuuya nervous, but also strangely excited. “Hmm. No.”

And then Dazai was leaning back away from her, leaving Chuuya blinking in confusion. “What? What do you mean ‘no'?”

“I don't want to kiss Chuuya right now. It's my prize, and I can decide when I want to cash it in.”

Now, Chuuya’s hot flush was turning into one of anger. “What? Fuck no!”

“I won, so I get to decide when and where I kiss Chuuya. And I don't want to kiss her here.” 

“What are you talking about? Fucking where then?” 

“That's for me to know and chibi to find out.” Dazai actually had the audacity to wink at Chuuya, before turning on her heel and walking away from her. “Anyway, I'm going to my room now!”

Leave it to Dazai to make Chuuya feel flustered and off-balance by not kissing her. “Wait–”

“See you later, Chuuya~!” called Dazai, waving even as she didn't turn back to look at the flustered executive. 

Chuuya knew this game. She was supposed to follow Dazai, annoyed that the woman had dared to walk away from her. Follow her to Dazai’s room under the pretense of chewing her out, where she knew Dazai would insist on cashing in on her kiss. Where that would lead was obvious, as obvious as the reason Chuuya had a condom in her front left pocket.

And what was really annoying, is that it would be so easy to not play along. She just had to not follow Dazai, not go to her room. Let Dazai walk back to her room and rot there, for all Chuuya cared. 

But she had never made good decisions when it came to Dazai, had she? If she had, she never would have gotten secretly bonded to Dazai, so many years ago. 

Impulsively, Chuuya pulled out her phone, pulling up the cruise ship’s app so she could mobile order another drink before she followed Dazai to her room. If she was going to do this, she was going to be drunk enough that she could blame alcohol for her poor decision making, even if it was an obvious lie, even to herself. 

Chuuya froze as she turned the corner on the way to Dazai’s room, stunned by the bizarre scene in front of her. 

“Oh my fucking god,” she blurted out as she tried to take in what she was seeing, a strange tableau starring Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Dazai. “What— what's going on here? Akutagawa, are you in heat?”

Akutagawa looked at Chuuya with all the bearing of a half-drowned cat, pathetic and terrified, trembling as she leaned back against the wall and hugged herself. She was bright red, and the scent rolling off of her was unmistakably heat. The Weretiger, on the other hand, barely glanced at Chuuya at all, her attention entirely focused on Akutagawa, eyes glassy with lust. The scent of her rut was also unmistakable, but the way she was looking at Akutagawa with single-minded focus was just as telling. She was being held back by Dazai, who hadn't looked Chuuya’s way at all, scruffed at the collar of her shirt like the scrawny tiger cub she was, and when Akutagawa whimpered and bit her lip, she tried to break that hold, surging toward the omega. “Akutagawa…”

“Hey now, none of that!” Dazai jerked Atsushi back again. “Well, touching you hasn’t stopped it, that’s for sure. I really will have to find this ‘Colette’ woman, huh? How troublesome.”

It occurred to Chuuya what a docile alpha Atsushi really was, considering she didn't attack Dazai. Then she remembered there was another reason why Atsushi wouldn't view Dazai as real competition while in the throes of rut. And why Dazai was clearly unaffected by the thick scent of heat coming off the two. When an alpha and omega were mated, they were no longer affected by the heat cycles of others, and their own pheromones wouldn't affect anyone but their mate. 

She supposed they could only hope Atsushi and Akutagawa were too inexperienced to notice such a thing. The Weretiger, at least, seemed to be thinking about nothing but Akutagawa, and Akutagawa looked like she was about to have a mental breakdown. Which was understandable, considering as far as Chuuya was aware, the girl had never had a heat — and Dazai’s presence couldn't be helping. 

Dazai turned to Chuuya now. “The good news is that from how Atsushi-kun described her, she sounds like she could be one of Barney's girls — which would mean this was more likely to be a targeted attack instead of just a random ability user having some fun.”

“This is an ability?” Well, that would explain some things. “Oh fuck, you two reek of heat. Should we get them emergency suppressants? They sell them on-board.”

“Ah, my stupid little slug. It’s so nice to see you trying to use that brain of yours, but I think you should just stick to being a pretty face.”

“Hey—!” 

“Obviously, even if this weren’t ability induced, suppressants would be a crapshoot given how far along they both are. They mainly work when you catch a heat early, and this ability has sent them both so deep into it they’d just be a waste of money.” 

This, Chuuya thought in the back of her mind, was practically divine intervention, stopping her from fucking the alpha who had abandoned her. It was a little on the nose, honestly. 

Once they had sorted what was going on and separated the pair, Chuuya did her best to comfort a largely unresponsive Akutagawa. Which was a little par for the course with Akutagawa, who was reticent on a good day. Chuuya blamed Dazai. Unfortunately, Chuuya was pretty sure she just didn't get through to Akutagawa, and she was pretty sure she would fuck the Weretiger as soon as she was left unattended. 

“This isn't going to work,” Chuuya announced as the door to Akutagawa's cabin door clicked shut. “With both of their powers? They’re going to fuck and we’re going to have to pay the cruise liner for the damages when one of them breaks down the other’s door.”

Dazai was leaning against Atsushi’s door, still looking way too pleased with herself. “Well, no one can say we didn’t do our due diligence. It’s officially not my fault if Atsushi gets Akutagawa pregnant, and that’s all I can ask for!” 

“You can also find the power user that did this.” 

“Yes, yes, that too — don’t worry Chuuya. Atsushi said this power user was a beautiful woman, you can trust me to catch her.” 

Chuuya, unlike Dazai, was currently not finding the situation particularly amusing, mainly because her mind was focused on all the work she now had to do. Not to mention, the other thing. Looking around on instinct, Chuuya ignored the lecherous comment, and the accompanying wink, instead asking, “You don’t think they noticed— you know?” 

This wasn't something they normally talked about. They hadn't even talked about it when it happened, really. It had been impulsive, the product of being seventeen and hormonal and stupid enough to actually like Dazai. A stupid decision of Chuuya’s that Dazai had gone along with all the easy nonchalance of someone planning on committing suicide before any of her life choices could catch up with her. Truly a bafflingly bad choice of Chuuya’s, considering they had always strived to keep the physical nature of their relationship a secret from Mori, which back then, and maybe still now, meant keeping it a secret from everyone. A secret Chuuya had been forced to continue keeping even when Dazai ran away from the Port Mafia, leaving Chuuya behind. 

They certainly hadn't ever discussed their bond since Dazai had reappeared. They hadn't discussed any of it. Chuuya wasn't sure she wanted to. 

Now, Dazai just grinned at her brightly, before moving quickly to steal Chuuya’s hat off her head, raising it out of Chuuya’s reach. “Worry not, my dear slug! Those two aren’t thinking of anything but themselves.”

“You're such a bitch!” shouted Chuuya, reaching to try and grab her hat. She was going to kill Dazai, still acting like an idiot when Chuuya was trying to be serious. She was officially glad the universe had stopped her from fucking this moron. “Give me my hat back, you immature, bandage-wasting—”

But before she could react, Dazai had an arm wrapped around Chuuya’s waist, actually picking Chuuya up as she squeezed the omega to her chest, and Chuuya let out a shocked little yelp, warmth rushing through her body at the action, at the scent of Dazai so close. Dazai used that opening to press a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss to Chuuya’s lips, spinning her around in the same movement, setting her back down just as quickly as she had snagged her. Chuuya was stunned as Dazai dropped her hat back on top of her head. 

Then she punched Dazai in the arm. 

“Ow!” squealed Dazai, dramatically. “Such a savage little omega!” 

“Stupid bitch!” snarled Chuuya, lust and rage warring for dominance in her chest. “God, let’s just go find this Colette person before those two make the same mistake we did.”

She said it to be cruel, but she didn't think it had the intended effect. Dazai just shrugged at her blithely. “I seem to recall you were the one to bite me, chibi.” 

Chuuya turned on her heel, mainly to resist punching Dazai again. “And I regret it every day of my damn life!” she growled. “Come on, the faster we get this over with the faster I can get back to the bar.” 

Dazai chuckled softly as she followed behind Chuuya, and she couldn't help shooting a glare over her shoulder. “And I hope you enjoyed that kiss, cause it's never happening again!”

Dazai just smiled at her.

The rest of the night went like this: Dazai tracked down Colette, who was, in fact, a beautiful woman. Dazai immediately decided she had to go hit on her — “For the mission, Chuuya!” — and Chuuya was left fuming and trying to pretend she wasn't feeling jealous. That had gone out the window, though, when their target had the audacity to kiss Dazai, admittedly in an obvious ploy to get away, and Chuuya’s vision had gone white with rage. 

Since Dazai had abandoned her, Chuuya had earned something of a reputation for being a feral omega, and she was about to show the bitch touching her alpha why — but then the woman escaped with the help of her ally’s special ability before Chuuya could make it across the room. 

The mission after that was a mixed bag. All their targets had escaped, but Dazai had planted trackers on a few of them, getting a possible location of the Port Mafia’s stolen goods, making it generally a success — if you ignored the Atsushi and Akutagawa situation. Unfortunately, as Akutagawa’s direct supervisor, Chuuya couldn't really ignore the fact that Akutagawa had broken into the Weretiger’s room to get knotted. She felt somewhat responsible for the hapless girl, after all, and sympathetic that she was experiencing something like her first heat this late in life. It wasn't her fault that having Dazai as her mentor had left her entirely unprepared for this kind of thing. 

But it was frustrating, having to cut her not-technically-a-vacation vacation short to deal with getting Akutagawa birth control. For one, Chuuya had paid for a drinks package for the whole seven days of the cruise. So, after everything had been sorted, Chuuya headed to one of the many, many bars on the ship, looking to try and get her money’s worth by drinking as many cocktails as she could. 

Dazai, of course, tagged along. And Chuuya, of course, let her. 

“Ah well, at least Atsushi-chan got the chance to get laid.” Dazai snickered to herself, nudging Chuuya with her knee like a child. “And maybe getting her back blown out will get Akutagawa to loosen up for once. Actually, maybe they had a better time than we’ve had. It would be a shame to let them have all the fun though, right?” 

Chuuya scowled at Dazai in the dim light of the bar, but it didn’t seem to deter the woman. She just kept smiling blithely at Chuuya, purposefully bumping their knees together under the table. She knew what Dazai wanted, of course she did. Perhaps it was drunken confidence, but she felt like she was the only person in the world who could read Dazai, could look at her and even begin to understand how she thought — and thus the only person who could ever get an even temporary upper hand on her. 

It was probably wishful thinking, but it felt like it could be true. They were mates after all. Surely that meant something, even if it hadn’t meant enough to keep Dazai from fucking abandoning her for four years.

“If it weren’t for your little protégée I would have had lots of time to have fun,” she sneered. “But your little detective agency always screws everything up.”

“I don’t see why you’re blaming me for this, Chuuya! This is sad for me too, you know!” Dropping her grin, Dazai put on a look of affected seriousness, face deadly straight. “Now I’m never going to get to see what kind of swimsuit Chuuya was going to wear.”

Chuuya kicked Dazai under the table. “Bitch!”

“Ow! I’m serious, Chuuya, it’s going to keep me up at night.”

“Yeah, I bet it will,” grumbled Chuuya, finishing her latest drink. She should be pacing herself more, she knew, but there was something about rum that made Dazai more tolerable. Or maybe it just made her horny. The result was largely the same. “If you’re so torn up about it, go talk to your new best friend with the heat powers, why don’t you?”

“Oh Chuuya, you weren’t jealous were you?”

“Fuck you.”

“I already told you, that was just for the mission. You can’t ask me not to use my endless charm and charisma to my advantage! And the kiss wasn't my fault! If anything, that was sexual harassment—”

“If you want to have any chance at getting laid tonight, you’ll shut up now.”

Dazai leaned back in her seat, eyes glittering as she smiled at Chuuya, like a cat looking at an injured bird. “So you're saying I have a chance?”

They had been dancing around this all cruise. They had been dancing around this for months now. Honestly, they had been dancing around it since Dazai had shown back up in Chuuya’s life after abandoning her for four years, but that was harder for Chuuya to admit. She was still mad at Dazai, after all. She didn't know if she would ever stop being mad at Dazai. Hell, she had been mad at Dazai most days back when they were partners, long before Dazai gave Chuuya a damn good reason to be mad at her. 

But also.

Chuuya couldn't deny how much she wanted Dazai still, how much she craved her touch, how she still thought about her every time she went into heat. Just being near her made Chuuya’s body react, skin prickling when she smelled the alpha, her alpha. At least it wasn't like the first time anymore, when Chuuya had seen Dazai in that stupid dungeon after four years and had actually gone into heat just from being around her alpha, much to her chagrin and Dazai’s obvious amusement. Nothing had happened, of course, apart from Chuuya almost killing Dazai and then rushing home to masturbate in a rage, but it had been infuriating. 

And her body still craved Dazai, even now, ached for her whenever they were close. 

So, she could let Dazai play her games a little, couldn't she? As long as Chuuya was having fun too, at least. Dazai’s games were always more fun when she felt like she knew the rules. 

Chuuya leaned back in her chair in a way she knew was flattering to her breasts, which were already emphasized by the leather chest harness she wore over her shirt, leisurely flagging down a waiter to order another drink. “I don't know,” she finally answered when the boy scampered away to get her another Mai Tai. “I was waiting to hear how you were going to cash in our bet, first. The one from yesterday; you already cashed in on the one from today.”

It was really quite generous of her to give Dazai an opening like that. Dazai had proposed the bet the previous day, that she would get Chuuya a location to investigate, but technically Chuuya had never actually agreed to it. She had never actually had much doubt that the detective could pull it off — Dazai was frustratingly competent that way. But Chuuya was pretty confident that there was still something in this for her, if only physically. 

Sex, after all, was one of the few aspects of her relationship with Dazai that Chuuya felt even a little in control of; a game where Chuuya didn't just know the rules, but could also stack the deck in her favor. It made her feel powerful, Dazai wanting her so badly she would accept it on any of Chuuya’s terms, play by Chuuya’s rules for a change.

And she knew, deep down, that she only took control in the bedroom because Dazai let her. She was seemingly entertained by playing the part of a servile alpha to Chuuya’s domineering omega — like a knight, sick with courtly love for a cruel and uncaring noblewoman. Of course, Chuuya was no Guinevere, and Dazai would make a shitty knight. Her control over Dazai was just as artificial as everything about Dazai was. Just another game, another character to play instead of having to be a real person. 

But a game Chuuya enjoyed nonetheless. 

And if Dazai’s pleased expression was anything to go by, one Dazai was more than willing to play tonight. “Are you sure Chuuya? It is your last night on the cruise, so I thought maybe I would be nice and forget about the bet. You know, since I'm doing the whole altruism thing nowadays.”

Chuuya snorted, raising her eyebrows challengingly. “You can't fool me with the good girl act, shitty mackerel. You better cash in before I get bored.”

Dazai’s grin widened, not breaking the heated eye contact even as the waiter scampered by and dropped off Chuuya’s latest drink, watching intently as Chuuya sipped it, the syrupy heat of the rum coating her mouth. “Well, I did have one thing in mind…”

“Yeah? Want to share with the class?”

When Dazai grinned it always had a hint of teeth to it, just a little dangerous. Maybe it was the rum that made it so sexy to Chuuya, or maybe it was just her. Chuuya had always been a thrill seeker. Those teeth flashed in the low light of the bar as Dazai leaned forward, dropping her voice so her words would be only for Chuuya. “Alright. Since I won the bet, I want another prize.”

Chuuya found herself leaning in as well, matching Dazai’s hushed tones. “I don't have all night, Dazai. What kind of prize?” 

Dazai hummed, dark eyes hot on Chuuya as they briefly swept down, tracing her body indulgently before snapping back up to meet Chuuya’s gaze. “I want to eat your pussy,” she said lowly, smirking mischievously when Chuuya felt her cheeks heat up involuntarily, a shiver running through her at the mental image. “I want to bury my head between Chuuya’s thighs, taste you till I've had my fill, till Chuuya’s coming so hard I can feel her clit throbbing on my tongue—” 

“Okay, I get it!” snapped Chuuya, slapping a hand over Dazai’s mouth before the alpha could fluster her any more. Dazai definitely knew how her stupid dirty talk got to Chuuya, but she didn't need to be stroking the woman’s ego by making it obvious. “You're such a damn pervert. Escalating from a little kiss to this?” 

She felt the way Dazai grinned against her palm, before catching Chuuya’s wrist, tugging it back so she could drop her head, planting a kiss over her fluttering pulse. “Just because Chuuya is so sexy. You can't blame me for getting distracted by it.”

Chuuya hated her. She was also so turned on she felt like she was going to explode. 

Impulsively, she knocked back the rest of the Mai Tai in one long drink, hyper aware of Dazai’s eyes watching how the muscles in her throat moved as she swallowed. 

“Fine,” she said as she slammed the glass back down on the table, satisfied that she had consumed enough rum that it could be her excuse for herself later. “But we aren't doing it in that jail cell they have you paying for by calling it a cabin. We’re going to my suite.”

Dazai cheered giddily, clapping her hands together in childish delight, and Chuuya had to fight back the dual urges to both punch and kiss her. 

“Chuuya’s room is so big! Way too big for a chibi like you! What if you get lost in it?”

Chuuya rolled her eyes, kicking off her boots without even bothering to turn the room light on. Unlike Dazai’s room, Chuuya had a balcony, the moonlight filtering through the glass from sky and sea alike, bouncing off the clear waters prettily. It was a nice view, one she would have liked more time to enjoy — and it also meant she didn't have to face her questionable choices under the harsh white fluorescence of reality. Not to mention it made it easier to ignore Dazai flitting around behind her, commenting on every aspect of the room.

“What does Chuuya even need with two TVs? It's not like they have any good movies out here— hey, you have a bathtub? On a boat?”

“Get out of my bathroom!” 

“Chuuya, who takes a bath on a boat? We’re literally surrounded by water—” 

“Oh my god, shut up,” groaned Chuuya, flopping down to sit on the edge of her bed. “Just get on your fucking knees already.”

Dazai’s face lit up as she obeyed, dropping down and crawling between Chuuya’s legs, eyes shining up as her hands went for her belt. And despite everything, Chuuya couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at that, at how easily Dazai obeyed her. 

How easily her alpha obeyed her. 

But Chuuya was trying not to think about that, so instead she said, “You look best when you’re on your knees, you know.” 

“Yeah? Been thinking about me on my knees?”

“Sure, after I’ve just busted your kneecaps.”

Dazai giggled a little, looking up with twinkling eyes as she pulled open Chuuya’s belt, clever hands going to the fly of her jeans next. “Yeah? Would you use a baseball bat? Or just kick in my kneecaps with those fancy boots?” 

Chuuya rolled her eyes, but she also raised her hips, helping Dazai peel the tight denim down and off her thighs. “I’d shoot them. Then use a baseball bat, then kick them in.” 

Dazai laughed as she tossed Chuuya’s jeans behind her. “Chibi always did have a penchant for overkill, huh? Overcompensating for your height, maybe?” 

Chuuya snorted, hooking a leg around Dazai’s shoulders, pulling her closer to where she wanted. “Stop talking and get to work, shitty mackerel. You're here to eat my cunt, not annoy me.”

Through long dark eyelashes, Dazai gave her a sultry look. “I'm sure I can do both,” she purred, before leaning in to  shamelessly nuzzle the crease of Chuuya’s labia through her panties, making a show of breathing her in. “Aaah, Chuuya smells so good.” 

Chuuya huffed, spreading her legs so she could grind up into the alpha’s face. “Good girl,” she cooed condescendingly, with the affected tone of someone talking to a dog. “Less yapping and more licking, mutt.”

Dazai’s shoulders bounced with silent laughter, mouthing over the covered mound of Chuuya’s vulva, fingers creeping up her thighs, cold little brushes that made Chuuya shiver. Dazai’s hands were always cold as ice, which made sex with her an interesting experience at times, but Chuuya had always found herself liking it, despite herself. Everything about Chuuya ran hot, after all, the fire of Arahabaki burning inside her at all times. 

The contrast could be nice. Cold fingers that soothed Chuuya’s flames — and sometimes she could almost convince herself it was mutual, that she could melt Dazai’s ice, just a little. Now the little blocks of ice danced up Chuuya’s thighs until they slipped under the hem of her underwear, teasing the hidden skin as she mouthed over Chuuya’s covered clit, until Chuuya grunted impatiently and tugged Dazai’s shaggy hair. “You haven't forgotten how, have you?”

Dazai hummed against her, but obediently tugged at the sides of Chuuya’s panties, peeling them away from her skin, trailing teasing kisses down her inner thighs as she pulled them down. 

“God, you have the sexiest legs,” sighed Dazai, squeezing hard at the soft part of her thigh and nuzzling at the ticklish flesh. “How come Chuuya never choked me to death with her thighs, hmm?”

“You’d enjoy it too much, suicide-freak.”

Dazai stuck her lip out in a pout, peeking up from where she had her cheek pressed to Chuuya’s thigh. “Chuuya doesn't want me to die happy,” she whined, with such a childish affectation that it actually reminded Chuuya of when they were younger, and Chuuya had to look away to avoid thinking about it. 

“No, I don't,” she snapped, grabbing Dazai’s head and shoving it further between her legs suggestively. “I want you to shut the fuck up and eat my pussy, like you said you wanted, pervert.” 

Dazai chuckled into the soft flesh of Chuuya’s thigh, but seemed content to focus on her task, squeezing and kissing back up Chuuya’s legs, teasing her mouth closer and closer to where Chuuya wanted it. Chuuya could almost relax into it, close her eyes and focus on nothing but the sensation — which should have been her first clue that it was a trick, because the next second Dazai’s teeth were digging in hard and painful into the meat of Chuuya’s inner thigh. 

Chuuya yelped, fisting both her hands at Dazai’s hair, ripping Dazai’s face up and away from her thigh, where the mark was already forming. 

“Bitch!” she snarled, letting go of Dazai’s hair just so she could deliver a sharp slap across her cheek. It was an effective move, the loud cracking noise it made rewarding, not enough to really hurt Dazai but hard enough to remind her that she could. “No fucking biting, or I’ll kick you out and masturbate while I think about you dying in a goddamn fire.” 

Dazai, who had almost certainly enjoyed the slap far more than anyone who claimed to ‘not like pain’ rightly should, fluttered her eyelashes up at Chuuya teasingly, her face the picture of faux-innocence. “Ah, I’ve always loved your dirty talk,” she sighed wistfully, petting the outside of Chuuya’s thighs with her cold fingers, barely there touches that made the omega shiver as Dazai placed an apologetic kiss over the bite mark rapidly forming on Chuuya’s pale skin. “Tell me more about how I would die?”

Chuuya frowned, grabbing Dazai’s hair to give it a warning tug. “Don't make me slap you again. I will kick you out.”

“I’ll be good,” teased Dazai, looking up at Chuuya with wide eyes, nuzzling her nose against Chuuya’s thigh sweetly. “I promise, Chuuya.”

Chuuya kept her face stern, even as Dazai nosed closer to her cunt. “Like your promises mean anything.”

“So mean, Chuuya.” Her breath tickled Chuuya’s exposed cunt, so close it made her tremble. “Let me show you how much I mean it.”

“Are you going to bite?”

“I promise Chuuya, no more biting.” Dazai pressed a small kiss to the delicate skin on her innermost thigh, right next to her cunt, making Chuuya gasp a little. Dazai’s shaggy hair was tickling her, and she was so close to where Chuuya actually wanted her mouth and yet so far. “I can think of much better things to do with my mouth.”

Dazai pressed a tender, almost chaste kiss to her cunt, breath teasing over the seam of her labia, and Chuuya fought back the urge to squirm impatiently. She was torn between wanting to demand Dazai do things at her pace, but also wanting to seem aloof and uninterested, like she really would kick Dazai out if she failed to please her. But Dazai’s breath was hot as it puffed over her cunt, and she was so sensitive, already wet in anticipation, that she was pretty sure Dazai would see through her facade of detachment no matter what. 

Another chaste kiss, against the nub of her clit this time, and Chuuya couldn't hold back her whine as she tugged Dazai’s hair, forcing her voice to sound authoritative as she huffed, “Hurry up…” 

She could feel Dazai’s pleased hum more than hear it, and then the tip of her tongue was tracing up her cunt, making her gasp when it reached her clit, circling it teasingly. “Oh shit, Dazai—”

Dazai dipped her tongue down, moaning against Chuuya as she teased her entrance, nose rubbing against her clit, and Chuuya let her head rock back, spreading her legs as she let pleasure overtake her. She had been imagining this, had imagined a lot of things she could do with Dazai. 

And Dazai had always been good with her mouth.

Enthusiastic, too. She practically growled when Chuuya rocked her hips up into Dazai’s face, licking deeper, teasing Chuuya’s clit with every stroke. Her fingertips were digging hard into Chuuya’s thighs now, a bruising pressure that made the softness of her tongue more intense somehow as it flicked over the swollen nub of her clit. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Chuuya heard herself moan, heady pleasure overtaking her. Fuck she had missed this, missed the warmth of another person’s mouth on her. Masturbation, as much practice as Chuuya had had with it, couldn't compare, not to the filthy, wet slide of Dazai’s mouth across her cunt, devouring her. “Ah, shit, yeah, there…” 

Dazai moaned against her, grabbing hard at Chuuya’s hips to drag them up so she could focus even closer attention on her swollen clit.  Chuuya ended up propped up on her elbow as she leaned back against the bed so she could spread her legs and grind her cunt into Dazai’s face, one hand still fisted in the alpha’s hair. “Oh fuck, fuck yeah, shit—!”

Chuuya cut herself off with a breathy scream as Dazai wrapped her lips around Chuuya’s clit and sucked, just for a moment, the pleasure so intense it bordered on painful, only to be taken away entirely when Dazai pulled back, catching a labored breath. 

“I almost forgot how responsive Chuuya is,” Dazai growled, voice hoarse with lust, like she had been the one screaming. Gone was the illusion of innocence now; Dazai was done playing the tease and was getting into it for real now, eyes dark with want as she looked up from between the omega’s trembling thighs. “And she tastes so good. I definitely chose a good prize.”

She emphasized it by diving back in, burying her tongue between the soft folds of Chuuya’s labia, making her gasp and shake as she tried to keep her composure, and maybe a little bit of dignity. 

“Y-yeah?” asked Chuuya, proud voice trembling when Dazai swept her tongue firmly over Chuuya’s clit. “What— what if this is all I wanted? Just made you eat me out all night, kicked you out when I'm done with you?”

Dazai made a dirty noise against Chuuya that seemed to indicate she didn’t mind the idea. “Whatever Chuuya wants,” she panted before redoubling her efforts, licking deep, long strokes over Chuuya’s labia, burying her face deeper into the omega’s cunt. 

And maybe it wasn’t even posturing. After all, Chuuya mused as Dazai’s tongue teased her entrance, nose rubbing Chuuya’s clit, Dazai had always seemed to legitimately enjoy this. Maybe she just enjoyed how good she was at it, how she could make Chuuya fall apart with just her mouth, but, well, she was good at it. 

But also, this wasn’t all that Chuuya wanted. And she was pretty sure Dazai knew that, too. She was pretty sure Dazai had been secretly betting on Chuuya escalating this whole time, and all that ‘I just want to eat your pussy,’ talk was just to get Chuuya wanting more in the first place, get her riled up and desperate for more from Dazai than just her mouth. 

And unfortunately, it was working. 

“M-maybe if you make me come fast enough, I’ll want to ride you,” she muttered, trying to keep the strain out of her voice even as she clenched around the hot drag of the alpha’s tongue. She couldn't even look down at Dazai as she said it, keeping her eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling instead. It was embarrassing, and obvious, and Chuuya wouldn't be able to look herself in the eye the next day, but she wanted it so bad. “If you can be a good girl, I might want to reward you.”

Dazai hummed against her, swirling her tongue around Chuuya’s clit in lieu of a verbal response, drawing a broken keen out of Chuuya. Chuuya assumed that meant she liked the idea. 

Dazai was relentless; every noise that came out of Chuuya seemed to make her hungrier, licking deep into Chuuya like she was starving. It was obscene, the way she growled against Chuuya’s cunt like a wild animal, and when Chuuya looked down her stomach tightened like she was going to come from the sight of it alone. There was just something about it, the way Dazai buried her face between Chuuya’s legs, short curls dark  against Chuuya’s pale skin, eyes closed in concentration, high cheekbones shining with slick and sweat as she focused all her devilish attention on eating Chuuya out. Then Dazai’s dark eyes fluttered opened, flicking up to meet Chuuya’s gaze, and fuck. Chuuya couldn't stop the high-pitched warble that tore out of her throat, Dazai’s eyes locking with hers as her mouth worked her cunt. It was too much, she realized too late, clitoris throbbing against Dazai’s tongue as she rocketed towards an orgasm. She tried squeezing her eyes shut, throwing her head back with a shout when Dazai’s lips wrapped back around her swollen clit to suck, but it was too late. The image was burned into her brain, Dazai’s eyes and mouth the only things she could think of as she came, sudden and hard, hips bucking up against Dazai’s face in mindless need. 

Dazai made a primal noise against Chuuya’s cunt, somewhere between a moan and growl, burying her face harder into Chuuya as she came and continuing to work her mouth against Chuuya’s clit through her orgasm. It felt like it made it stretch on and on, leaving Chuuya panting breathlessly as her core pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. 

And just when Chuuya thought it was over, going limp on the bed as Dazai pulled away from her clit, breathing almost as hard as Chuuya — suddenly, two familiar, cold fingers were plunging inside her. 

“Ah, Dazai—!” But before Chuuya could finish any thought she might have, Dazai’s mouth was back on her clit, working it in time with her fingers, and Chuuya’s mind went utterly blank. She had taken Dazai’s fingers so easily, and now she clenched around them hard as they curled inside her, rubbing firmly on her inner walls. It was too much, too much, Chuuya was still sensitive and Dazai was overstimulating her in the best way, not giving Chuuya any time to recover, to think. Loud noises were spilling from her mouth now, completely out of her control, wordless cries and bitten off curses as Dazai very quickly drove her towards her second orgasm. She hadn't even recovered from her first, but Dazai gave her no break, making hungry noises into Chuuya’s cunt that reverberated through her, tearing her apart. 

Chuuya screamed as she came a second time, vaguely aware she had kicked one heel rather hard against Dazai’s back as she convulsed, squeezing her thighs around Dazai’s head as her orgasm tore through her. Between that and her pulling at Dazai’s hair, Chuuya couldn't tell if the noise Dazai made was one of pain or pleasure, but it didn't matter. Not when she was coming this hard, Dazai’s clever fingers pressed insistently on her g-spot. 

Chuuya gave a broken moan as her cunt pulsed one last time, her body falling limp as suddenly as she had gone stiff, gasping hard as she tried to clear the static from her brain. Now, Dazai finally pulled back, leaning her head on Chuuya’s knee as she carefully pulled out her fingers, the drag of it pulling another soft moan out of Chuuya. They stayed like that, Chuuya couldn't tell for how long, Dazai’s head resting on her leg as Chuuya tried to catch her breath, sprawled out on the bed. Eventually, Chuuya managed to get the strength to prop herself up on her elbows, weakly lifting her head to look back down on Dazai. Dazai smiled up at her sweetly, face still obviously wet with Chuuya’s fluids. 

“Chuuya almost gave me my wish,” she said, softly teasing. “She nearly killed me with her thighs just now.”

“Shut up, freak.” Chuuya couldn't manage to bring any venom to her voice, not after coming twice in a row. 

“Did I do a good enough job to earn a reward?” asked Dazai cheekily, managing to look very pleased with herself even as she kept her head reclined on Chuuya’s knee.

Chuuya huffed, shoving Dazai’s head off her leg. “Fucking show-off. Let me up, I need to grab a condom.”

Dazai grinned, standing to throw off her coat, letting Chuuya stand on shaky legs. Her jeans had been tossed vaguely across the room, so it was quicker to go to her duffle bag, sitting on a chair next to the bed and just get one from the box. “It's hardly showing off when Chuuya comes so easily. I could have kept going, but I didn't want her to pull all my hair out,” Dazai drawled, throwing her vest in the same direction as her coat, unbuttoning her shirt next, exposing more bandages and a truly worn out looking sports bra. “Chuuya’s so sensitive. Pent up?” 

“Fuck you,” mumbled Chuuya weakly, fumbling with the box of condoms and trying to pretend like she wasn't watching Dazai get undressed, undoing her belt and flopping down onto Chuuya’s bed to tug off her shoes. She wondered how much her body had changed since she had last seen it so close. 

Dazai finished kicking her trousers off, leaning back on the bed and giggling. “Yes, that’s the plan.” 

She was, unfortunately, really hot like that, button up shirt hanging open, the bulge of her erection obvious now in her underwear, small glimpses of skin peeking through on areas where she used less bandages. It made Chuuya want to put her mouth on those small glimpses of skin, feel how Dazai would tremble if she did — but she also immediately hated herself for thinking that. That wasn't what this about, she reminded herself firmly. It was about getting off — so far so good — and asserting her dominance over Dazai, in the one way she could. 

Sneering, Chuuya threw a packaged condom at Dazai, trying to hit her in the face to make her yelp. “Put this on,” she snapped, before finishing her own undressing, unbuckling the leather harness she wore over her top before removing them both. She glanced at Dazai as she unbuckled her bra, pleased to see how the woman was looking back at her, eyes hot as she leisurely pumped her own cock watching Chuuya undress, her briefs pushed down enough to expose her cock. She hurried to open the condom when Chuuya got onto the bed, rolling it on as Chuuya crawled next to her. 

Still though, when she had finished and flopped back on the bed, Dazai looked at Chuuya with an affected pout. “Chuuya never made me wear a condom before. I thought she didn’t like them. You’re still on birth control, aren’t you?”

Chuuya narrowed her eyes, and if she weren’t as drunk and horny as she currently was, she would have stomped on Dazai’s crotch before kicking her out of bed. She settled instead for glaring at her as she grabbed Dazai’s dick, rougher than she needed to, just to make Dazai gasp and jump a little. 

“Of course I’m on birth control, you dumb bitch. Ane-san got me one of those implant thingys, so I’m good for another year now.” She squeezed a little harder, and was pleased to see the shadow of discomfort that passed over Dazai’s grinning face. “I just don’t know where your shitty dick has been for the past four years, do I?” 

“Ah, ouch. I suppose I deserve that.”

You deserve way worse than that, Chuuya thought, but she didn’t bother saying it, too busy swinging her legs over Dazai’s so she was straddling her skinny hips. She didn’t really want to waste time being mad at Dazai, not right now at least, when she so badly wanted the woman inside of her. It had been so long, around four years, in fact, since she had been fucked by anyone besides herself, and Chuuya wasn’t feeling patient. Normally she might try and tease the alpha some more, see if she could get her to beg — but Chuuya was past games at this point. 

Using her grip on Dazai’s cock she positioned it at her entrance, her other hand braced against Dazai’s chest as she sunk down, slowly lowering herself onto Dazai’s cock, gasping at the way it filled her. Long fingers gripped at Chuuya’s hips, not guiding her in any way, just holding on as Chuuya sunk down, Dazai’s brown eyes fixed on her intensely, making her skin prickle. Chuuya screwed her own eyes shut in self-defense, groaning as she bottomed out, hips nestling against Dazai’s as the woman’s cock filled Chuuya completely. 

Fuck. It felt so good, and Chuuya stayed there for a moment, savoring the way it felt inside her, just filling her up while Dazai rubbed circles into her hip bones with her thumbs. When she dared to crack an eye open again, Dazai’s eyes were still on her, dark and clouded with lust.

Biting her lip, Chuuya braced both her hands on Dazai’s chest and slowly began to move, starting by grinding her hips in a lazy circle, relishing the rub of Dazai’s cock on her inner walls, before lifting up, just an inch or so to begin with, and dropping back down. The noise Chuuya made blended with Dazai’s own, and much to Chuuya’s satisfaction Dazai finally let her eyes flutter shut as Chuuya repeated the action, again and again until she had a steady rhythm going, groaning softly as she bounced on the alpha’s cock. 

“Fu-uck,” she moaned when she leaned forward, Dazai’s dick hitting an even better spot that way, one that made Chuuya moan with every movement, and under her Dazai groaned, hands tightening on Chuuya’s hips. “Fuck, fuck—”

“So responsive,” Dazai groaned, rolling her hips to meet Chuuya’s. “What about you, Chuuya? Have you had anyone while I was gone?”

Chuuya tried her best to ignore the question, head hanging forward as she concentrated on riding Dazai and not looking her in the eyes. She wished the answer was that she had, that she had ignored her instincts and found some thirsty alpha to help relieve her stress at least once — but she had only wanted one alpha. For four fucking years, all her body wanted was one alpha, the one that was under her now. Groaning, Chuuya picked up the pace, aided by Dazai’s hold on her, helping bounce her up and down. She was thrusting up into Chuuya steadily now, hard and precise movements that had Chuuya seeing stars with each thrust.

“You— ah— must have really missed me,” Dazai managed to get out between pants and groans. “I think it’s cute, you know. Chuuya saving herself for me.”

God, Chuuya could have punched her. 

Instead, she just snarled and grabbed the woman by the neck threateningly, slamming her hips down and staying there, holding Dazai down even as she clenched around her cock — reminding her who was actually in charge here. “I haven’t been saving shit for you,” she snarled, squeezing Dazai’s throat just a little, not enough to really constrict her airway but enough to remind her that Chuuya could. Then, to be a little bit mean, she added: “Besides, you’re awfully confident you’re right. What if I did fuck other alphas while you were away, huh? Do you really know I didn’t? It’s not like there aren’t plenty in the Port Mafia, you know, and I know damn well how many want to fuck me. Would you be jealous if I told you about them?”

Dazai’s eyes flashed with something Chuuya hadn’t seen in over four years, and she had to repress a shudder. She was proud of herself for still being able to press at least a couple of Dazai’s buttons, considering how adept Dazai was at pushing all of hers. “Ah, Chuuya…” 

Smirking, Chuuya let go of Dazai’s neck and leaned back again, stretching languidly so Dazai got a good look at her body, grinding down just a little. “Or maybe you’d get off to it, like a pervert. Is that it? Do you want to hear about another alpha’s hands all over me? Another alpha’s cock inside of me?” 

Nothing could actually break Dazai’s composure, not really, but Chuuya was still pleased with how the woman’s plastered-on grin faltered, just a little. “Ah, please don’t be cruel, Chuuya,” she whined, hands squeezing at Chuuya’s hips, looking up at her with a clearly fake innocence, wide-eyed and too sweet to be palatable. “I promise I won’t tease you anymore.”

“Do you promise to just shut up and let me get off?” Chuuya sniped, but didn’t bother waiting for an answer before she began rolling her hips again, slowly working herself up back and down on Dazai’s cock. Getting Dazai to actually shut up was impossible, short of actually gagging her — and Chuuya could definitely be into that kind of thing, but not right now. “You— ah— you’re such a hypocrite, you know that? You don’t have any right to be jealous, you greedy bitch.”

“Aha… You’re right,” panted Dazai as Chuuya leaned back, bracing herself on Dazai’s legs, and Dazai’s hands began to roam Chuuya’s body, one reaching up to cup Chuuya’s breast, the other finding its way between her legs, long fingers teasing over Chuuya’s clit. “I still am though. I can’t help wanting my omega all to myself.” 

Chuuya grit her teeth, stifling a high pitched noise as Dazai rubbed her clit, working it in firm little circles, just how she liked. “Should have thought about that before leaving,” she blurted out, realizing how hurt it sounded as soon as it left her mouth. “You—you can’t tell me you didn’t sleep with anyone for the past four years.”

“I didn’t say that. It wasn’t anyone important.”

“What does that mean?”

Dazai’s grin turned sheepish so believably, it might be genuine, but Chuuya was too busy to analyze it deeply. “Ah, you know. Prostitutes.”

Chuuya’s hips faltered — because that did make her feel better, strangely enough. Or maybe it wasn’t strange. She knew a few of Ane-san’s girls, and knew a little bit about how it all worked, or at least how it worked under Kouyou. And it was better, picturing Dazai making a business transaction instead of, what, picking up girls at a bar? Going on dates like some sort of normal human being? That was a mental image that disgusted her, in a way the idea of Dazai paying for it simply didn’t. 

Still, she didn’t want Dazai reading into that train of thought, so Chuuya didn’t say it. But she did circle her hips and squeeze down on Dazai, smirking at the way she gasped. “Yeah? Any of them fuck you as good as I can?” 

She began to move her hips again, slower, teasing, pleased when Dazai whimpered just a bit. “No, never. You know there’s no one like you, Chuuya.” 

Dazai’s brown eyes were so dark, locked on Chuuya, the alpha’s gaze nearly a physical thing, with the way Chuuya could feel it on her body, the heat of her gaze contrasting with her cold hands. Still, Dazai’s hands felt nice too, a thumb circling her clit as the other hand wandered up Chuuya’s body, tracing over her collarbones and the column of her neck, stroking delicately over the leather of her choker — only to dip back down, pressing lightly on the scar at the base of her throat, so small it would be hard to see if you weren’t looking for it. Dazai didn’t have to look for it, though. If only Chuuya didn’t shudder at the touch, tossing her head back as Dazai’s cock hit her g-spot, the alpha rolling her hips to do it again and again, giving Dazai the access to the spot that had bonded them, years ago. 

“Gorgeous,” she heard Dazai purr, voice dark and warm, and fuck, fuck, Chuuya wanted Dazai so bad, wanted to lose herself in the alpha’s intoxicating words. It wasn’t fair, and despite being on top, Chuuya felt her control over the scenario slipping, but she didn’t know if she could stop it at this point. Part of her, a deep, achingly primal part of her, wanted nothing more than to give herself over entirely to Dazai, to her alpha. She wanted to kiss Dazai and beg her to take control and fuck her and keep her and never leave her again — but she didn’t dare do any of it. She couldn’t. She had tried before, in her stupid hormonal teenage way, to give herself to Dazai, and it had become clear that while Dazai would go along with it for a while, she didn’t want all of Chuuya, didn’t want to keep her.

And that was fine. It was fine. 

“Relax, relax baby,” Dazai soothed, which was how Chuuya realized she was letting out a series of frustrated little whimpers, digging her nails into Dazai’s legs where she had been bracing herself. “I know what you need, darling, I’ll get you there. I’ll give you what you need.” 

“Fuck you,” Chuuya tried to snap, but it came out more like another whimper, keeping her eyes screwed shut. She wanted more, wanted to be fucked fast and hard so her brain stopped working, but her thighs were trembling, rhythm faltering.  “I hate you.” 

“I know you do,” agreed Dazai tenderly, but her hands were back on Chuuya’s hips, tugging her up as Dazai shifted back on the bed, scooching until she was sitting up against the pillows and headboard, raising her knees and pulling Chuuya firmly into her lap. It left them connected even deeper than before, and Dazai used the leverage to grind up into Chuuya, planting open-mouthed kisses onto Chuuya’s collarbones and shoulders and the pale column of her neck.

“Dazai…” 

“I missed you, Chuuya,” groaned Dazai, mouth hot against the omega’s throat, hands grabbing at Chuuya’s ass, guiding her to keep moving, the slide easier now that she was supporting Chuuya — and the words left Chuuya speechless, gasping, trying to steady herself on Dazai’s shoulders. “Missed you all the time. After I saw you again, smelled you again, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about all the ways I wanted to make you come, all the ways I wanted to take you. I thought about so much, so much I would do to you.”

“Don’t— Don’t say things like that,” panted Chuuya, because it made pleasure twist in her gut, like a knife laced with rat poison, leaving her feeling vulnerable and raw. Chuuya couldn't think about that, not now. She couldn't let herself. 

“They’re true, though,” purred Dazai, nipping at a sensitive spot under Chuuya’s jaw. “I was planning on making the most of this cruise, seven whole days with Chuuya all to myself.”

“We’re here on a job!”

“So?” Dazai chuckled softly. “I even brought a suit, you know. I was going to seduce you at one of the formal night events.” 

God. Chuuya hated her, and she hated herself, because she knew it probably would have worked. She wondered if it was the white suit that Dazai looked so good in, then cursed herself for even imagining it. 

“You— Your shitty ass wouldn’t be able to seduce me,” she lied, trying to deflect more than anything. She was aware of how stupid it sounded, saying that now, when they were doing this.

“No?” Dazai teased, mockingly soft as she thrust up into Chuuya’s dripping pussy, dragging Chuuya’s hips down to meet her mercilessly, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “That’s a shame.”

Then, before Chuuya really knew what was happening, Dazai thrust in deep, holding Chuuya close as she shifted their position again, flipping them over even as they stayed connected, so Chuuya was suddenly on her back, Dazai on top of her. She yelped in surprise — but she should have thrown Dazai off of her. She was the one supposed to be in charge here, the one supposed to be in control. She definitely shouldn’t have moaned and wrapped her legs around Dazai’s hips, encouraging her to keep moving, to keep fucking into her.

Later, Chuuya would blame the alcohol, or something like that. 

“If I couldn’t seduce you, I couldn’t do this,” Dazai was saying breathlessly, rolling her hips into Chuuya, hitting a spot that nearly made her scream with every stroke. “I couldn’t fuck you until you don’t have to think anymore, until you just lay back and let me take care of you, let me fuck you senseless like I know you need, Chuuya.”

“Ah, Dazai—!”

“Shh, I know, baby,” purred Dazai comfortingly, even as she fucked into Chuuya hard, not relenting or slowing as Chuuya clawed at her arms and shoulders, desperate to ground herself. “I know what you need, just let me give it to you. Relax and let me give you what you need.”

Chuuya couldn't resist, overcome with pleasure and fullness and Dazai’s scent. She rocked her head back and let Dazai bury her face into the crook of the neck, breathing her in indulgently. It made Chuuya shiver, from the tickle of Dazai’s breath and the knowledge that it was her alpha taking in her scent. It felt so good, and she could feel her inner thighs trembling from the intensity.

“Are you close?” Dazai panted against her throat. “I can feel you squeezing around me. Are you going to come for me? Chuuya’s so sexy when she comes—” 

“Talk less!” whined Chuuya. “Don't— don't ask questions you know the fucking answer to.” 

Dazai laughed warmly against Chuuya’s throat, mouth dipping down — and Chuuya would never admit to the noise she made when the tip of Dazai’s tongue grazed over the mating scar at the base of her neck. It nearly sounded like a sob, the intensity overwhelming Chuuya, and the next thing she knew she had her own face buried into Dazai’s neck, teeth ripping through layers of woven bandages as she bit down on instinct, over where she knew Dazai’s scar was hidden. Above her, Dazai groaned, hips snapping against Chuuya’s brutally hard, and that was all it took. Chuuya’s scream as she came was muffled by the mouthful of bandages, just the slightest tang of blood filling her mouth as she came undone beneath the alpha, shaking apart. She squeezed so tightly around Dazai, trapping the alpha’s body against hers, and Dazai cursed and groaned Chuuya’s name, burying herself as deep as she could as her own orgasm followed Chuuya’s, hips twitching as she came. 

Distantly, Chuuya remembered why she had never liked condoms much. She could feel the twitching of her alpha coming, but not the deep, satisfying warmth of being really filled by her. Mindlessly, Chuuya whined, digging her teeth harder into bandage-covered flesh, clinging to the body on top of hers as she shuddered with aftershocks. It was so good, so good, Chuuya had missed this so much. 

She didn't want the moment to end.

“Chuu-uuya,” whined Dazai after a little bit, voice breathy as she panted in Chuuya’s ear. “You're hurting me.” 

Reluctantly, Chuuya forced her jaw to relax, slowly going limp under the delicious pressure of another body, surrounded by the scent of her mate, relaxing her in a way she hadn't felt for years. It was warm and comforting on an instinctual level, quieting the feral part of the omega’s brain into something tame and docile. It was a peace Chuuya knew couldn't last, but she could cling to it as long as she could, or at least, until her senses came back to her. 

Because as good-sense slowly returned to her, the stale taste of bandages tinged with the metal of blood lingered in her mouth, reminding Chuuya of what she had just done. Not to mention Dazai rolling off of her, complaining, “Chuuya bit me so hard, it hurts now. I knew she was a feral omega, but I didn't think she was so vicious.” 

“P-payback,” she tried to pant nonchalantly, but she was sure Dazai would be able to see through it. “For biting me earlier.”

It had not, of course, been any attempt at payback on Chuuya’s part. If it had been, she never would have bitten the spot of her original claim on Dazai, like some crazed, possessive omega. But Chuuya had to pretend, to herself at least, that it hadn't meant anything. Because if she let herself think about what it meant—

“Chuuya is so cruel to me, so violent,” sighed Dazai dramatically, and Chuuya felt the slightest twinge of gratitude that Dazai was playing along with Chuuya's lie to herself. “If this is how she treats an alpha, I can see why Chuuya can't get laid.” 

Despite herself, Chuuya huffed. “You were the one begging to eat my pussy earlier. That was basically a pity fuck.” 

“Really? All this time, I just needed to be pitiful? You should have told me, Chuuya, I can be soooo pathetic—” 

“Ew, shut up!” Chuuya managed to elbow Dazai’s ribs sharply, rolling away from the other woman. “Go clean up already.”

“Can I take a bath?” 

Chuuya rolled her eyes. “You know what? Sure, I don't give a shit. Be my fucking guest. Just get out when you're done, I'm not letting you sleep here.”

Chuuya idly looked out of the glass doors as Dazai shuffled around her room, the sound of running water, that indicated that Dazai was planning on actually following through on the bath, white noise lulling her to sleep. She was so tired, and the sea was so clear, it was hard to tell the difference between it and the sky, where one ended and the other began. Both, it seemed, were full of stars.

The running water stopped, and Chuuya fell asleep to the sound of quiet splashing. She woke up the next morning alone. 

“Chuuya~!”

“Fuck off!” 

“Chuuya, don't be so mean!” Dazai jogged up to Chuuya, crowds of tourists bustling around them. “You aren't allowed to be mean to me when I'm still in pain from last night! My neck is really sore, you know; it hurts a lot. I might die.”

“You're welcome then,” sneered Chuuya, glancing over her shoulder to check on Akutagawa, who appeared to be threatening the Weretiger, luckily out of earshot from her and Dazai. 

“Isn't Chuuya going to kiss it better?” 

“Do you have a reason for stopping me, or could you literally not pass up one last chance to annoy me?” 

Dazai grinned down at Chuuya, sea breeze disheveling her already unruly curls. “Chuuya knows me so well! I think you would have looked really sexy in that black bikini, by the way.”

“What are you— Dazai, did you go through my fucking luggage while I was asleep?” 

“Ah, here comes Akutagawa-chan. Well, it's been fun Chuuya, but I should go make sure my apprentice didn't get stabbed!” 

“Get bent!” Chuuya shouted after Dazai as the woman scampered away, earning her a sideways look from Akutagawa as the girl caught back up with her. Chuuya ignored it. Instead, she resolutely threw herself back into Executive Mode. “The meet up point is just ahead; we have a driver that's taking us to the plane. Once we’re off the plane, you’ll be seeing Kouyou right away.” 

Akutagawa made a face like Chuuya had just told her that once they were off the plane she would be executed immediately. 

The plane ride to Yokohama was only a few hours, but it was evening when they landed, the time difference stark and disorienting. It left Chuuya feeling jittery, ready to throw herself into her work and not think about the events of the past 24 hours — though first she had to deal with the Akutagawa situation. 

“I do understand the uniqueness of your situation, child,” Kouyou was saying to Akutagawa, two cups of tea steaming between them as Chuuya politely shadowed the door, pretending not to be listening in. “But I fear in leaving your education solely to that girl, you were done a disservice.” 

That girl, Chuuya knew, was how Kouyou referred to Dazai. Unbidden, Chuuya thought about how Dazai had looked on the pier in Montenegro, hair blowing in the wind. Then, she set her teeth and thought very hard about not thinking about Dazai. 

“That won't be necessary,” Akutagawa was insisting, tea untouched as she stiffly balled her fists against her thighs. “Nothing of this sort will ever happen again, I can guarantee it.” 

“It isn't about your guarantees, girl, it is about safety. It's always better to be protected and not need it, do you understand?” 

“I am fully capable of taking care of my own safety. I am very powerful.” 

Kouyou sighed wearily, clearly having as much trouble getting through to Akutagawa as Chuuya normally did. Chuuya knew it wasn't really the girl’s fault, but also her dramatic reaction whenever Chuuya had tried to broach the topic of birth control on the plane ride over was honestly exhausting. 

“Very well, child. I will not force any decisions on you — but know you can always pay me a visit should you change your mind.”

“That will not be necessary.” 

Kouyou looked exasperated, but waved her hand, and Chuuya opened the door, motioning for Kouyou’s secretary to enter. “Yoshiya-san will see you out. Yoshiya-san, you do have Akutagawa-kun’s parting gift?”

“Yes, Kouyou-sama,” confirmed the secretary, bowing politely as she held out a red envelope for Akutagawa. Inside, they all knew, would be the emergency contraception that Akutagawa had come here for. 

“What a frustrating child,” sighed Kouyou once Yoshiya had led Akutagawa away. “Honestly, Ougai shouldn't have ever let that girl mentor anyone, let alone an omega. We are all lucky this hasn't become an issue until now.” 

“It could have gone worse,” said Chuuya, shrugging. “At least it was just the Weretiger.”

“Hmm. I don't care for that Weretiger-girl, but hopefully this means she will stay away from my Kyouka.” Then, Kouyou fixed Chuuya with a stern look, though her voice remained deceptively light. “And what about you, Chuuya?” 

Chuuya stiffened, and wondered vaguely if Kouyou could still smell Dazai on her. “What about me?”

“Did anything happen on your vacation that you think you should tell me about?” prompted Kouyou, raising an arched brow. “Perhaps over tea?”

Chuuya’s mouth was so dry the tea would honestly help, but instead she just swallowed hard and forced a smile. “No, Ane-san. Just business. In fact, I really ought to report to Boss soon. He’ll be wondering how it went, considering we're back early.” 

Kouyou hummed, clearly unconvinced. “If you're sure, girl. I hope I can at least trust that you are keeping yourself safe as I have taught you.”

“Of course, Ane-san.” She had been safe, physically at least. They had used two forms of birth control and everything. It wasn't a lie, even if it still felt like one, somehow.

“Don't forget, girl, that you are the first omega in this organization to reach the status of executive. You have an example to set.” 

Chuuya resisted biting her lip, wishing she had a better poker face. “I understand, Ane-san.” 

Because Chuuya did understand, of course she did. It wasn't easy being an omega in the Port Mafia, and as the first omega to successfully rise in the ranks, Chuuya knew there were plenty who were waiting for her to screw up. Her image was important to maintain, as a leader, a woman, an omega. If it came out that she was sleeping with the infamous traitor Dazai Osamu, it would certainly ruin that carefully cultivated image. 

But, so would the fact that she was secretly mated to Dazai. And she had kept that secret for years now. This was nothing, compared to that. 

Kouyou took a sip of her tea. “Well, be off with you then. Tell Ougai I said hello.”

“Of course, Ane-san.” 

Chuuya got out of that office as fast as she could, now doubly determined to throw herself into her work and not think about Dazai. Stupid Dazai, who was probably relaxing in the sunny Mediterranean right now, where it was still the middle of the day. It was properly night in Yokohama now, the sky inky black and starless. 

Typical, wasn't it? Dazai was out somewhere in the daylight, while Chuuya was once again stuck in the dark, keeping her secrets.