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It’s weird to have Dazai pulling him in a hug, but it feels nice, it feels like home, and he’s not about to resist it when he needs it that badly.
The detective plants a kiss on the top of his alpha’s head, not sure if he needs to talk some more or not. He doesn’t know how to comfort someone, is he supposed to let Chuuya cry silently, does he need to say something supportive ?
“I’ve got you. And Chuuya got me too, right ? You don’t have to worry that much about silly things.”
“Shut up, s’not silly I thought I hurt you !”
“Come on, we hurt each other on purpose far worse than a couple of bites, bruises and scratches,” snorts Dazai.
And it’s true. But again, they never hurt each other in an intimate way. Not in a way that wasn’t pleasurable at some point.
“S’not the same and you know it,” mumbles the alpha, climbing closer to his mate to hide his face in the crook of his neck.
He needs the pheromones boost, despite Dazai’s antics, his omega’s scent always managed to make him at peace, even before they bonded. Dazai lets him, he even offers his neck, tilting his head to the side, presenting his scent gland to him. Chuuya doesn’t need more than this gesture, the invitation is clear enough.
The next hour is devoted to scenting, and lazy kissing. They can’t really get back into their bed after getting out of the bath since the sheets are still wet, so they choose to land on Daza’s couch.
Despite everything they’ve done together already, this feels the most intimate they’ve ever done together. Their bodies and minds are soothed by each other’s croon and purr, by their scent now indiscernible from each other, by their synchronised heartbeats.
It feels like their bond is singing, like they are finally one soul, sharing two bodies.
Time doesn’t matter anymore, and none of them care when Dazai’s phone alarm rings.
It’s not like he’s not used to being late anyway.
When he arrives at the agency in the late morning, he’s gloating, and everyone instantly knows two things. One : his date probably went very well, because Two : he got laid.
It’s not like he reeks of sex, no, but the pleased pheromones oozing from his body are selling him out. He looks positively radiant, and relaxed. Also, he smells like his alpha, maybe even more than he smells like himself.
Kunikida, for once, doesn’t lecture him about being late, he just makes a comment and doesn’t ask why. He’s probably too scared of Dazai going into details.
Also, the basket on one of the agency’s desks might have a part in his free lecture morning. There’s a couple of expensive bottles of red wine, some fancy tea, snacks and candies. Dazai blinks and reaches for the little card attached to it. He smirks as he reads the line ‘Dazai will be late.’ and automatically shoots a text to Chuuya to ask when did he have time to order a whole gift basket for the ADA, and if planned for him to be late at work.
The text back is immediate.
‘You’re always late.’
‘Chuuya has so little faith in me ! I’m wounded.’
Yosano's teasing voice makes him pocket back his phone.
“If your boyfriend sends a basket for every time you’re late at work, I’m gonna ask you to keep him for as long as you can.”
“He’ll go broke, Yosano-san !” he gasps, making Atsushi snort on his paperwork.
She’s the first to steal him away from his desk later, ready to dig for yesterday’s night gossip. Kunikida doesn’t even protest, way too happy to have the source of everyone’s distraction taken away from the office. That’s how they’re now in the infirmary, away from prying ears, Dazai is waiting for his questioning.
“So, somebody got laid yesterday night ?” finally asks the doctoress, wiggling his eyebrows at him.
The bandaged detective chooses to lean on the large desk, and sighs dramatically at the question.
“Sadly no, he was a perfect gentleman, no sex on the first date night.”
Yosano arches a brow at him, clearly not buying it. The whole building can tell that Dazai had sex, his scent is screaming “sexually satisfied omega.” at everyone’s face. It’s so obvious It'd be embarrassing, if Dazai wasn’t shameless about it.
“He didn’t say anything about the morning though, so I took some liberties,” grins the omega, eyes sparkling with mischief.
She puffs a laugh and shakes her head before rummaging through one of the desk drawers.
“Be merciful and share a little, I haven’t had any action in months,” she sighs, grabbing a block of papers.
“He ate my ass for twenty minutes straight, and went back to it just after a long cuddling session,” he sighs languidly, a dreamy smile on his lips.
He can brag, he has a sexy, powerful alpha, loyal, selfless and good at sex. Chuuya’s a diamond among pebbles rocks and he’s about to rub it in everyone’s face. Yosano groans, defeated.
“Where do I find myself an alpha who’d eat my pussy for twenty minutes and cuddle me afterward ?” she groans in defeat.
“Try the port mafia,” he shrugs, before sending a mischievous smirk towards her.
"Worked well enough for me," he adds nonchalantly, watching her curiously as she writes down something. She’s making a prescription.
"Ah ah," is her only, very sarcastic answer to the bait. She nows that he's fishing for information, after all she is currently in somewhat good terms with a certain someone, port mafia affiliated. She raises her eyes and gives him the prescription paper, cutting this train of thoughs short.
“Birth-control pill. Better be safe than sorry. We’ll have to take some blood samples if you start taking it, just keep me informed if you feel anything strange.”
Dazai simply takes it and nods, he’s not about to risk an unplanned pregnancy. He never needed to take birth control until now because of the sheer dose of suppressants he always took, and he and Chuuya never actually used any protection. They were each other’s first, and also stupid teenagers, so.
“There you go ! Let’s head back before Kunikida starts saying we’re both slacking off,” she grins.
All in all, this day wasn’t so bad. He got the attention of half of the building, asking him how the date went, and he’s happy to entertain them with the story of how his partner brought him to one of the nicest restaurants in town after a walk under the sunset. He purposely avoids the bit where they trashed the restaurant in question, details.
Needless to say that Dazai’s rich, charming and gorgeous alpha becomes the talk of the entire building.
Said alpha texts him at noon, telling him to go buy something to eat, since he didn’t bring any bento with him this morning. It makes Dazai blink at the text, before answering ‘If Chuuya’s scared of my lack of bento, maybe he should buy me lunch with his black card !’
The ‘fuck off’ text he gets in answer makes him giggle, but he drops the phone quickly after because sometimes, he is working. They barely wrapped up their last case and they’re already on a new one. It looks intriguing enough for Dazai to stay digging for information at his desk while others start to open their bentos.
Everyone long abandoned the idea to make Dazai eat at a regular schedule, most of the time, he doesn’t eat at lunch. Today though, one of the secretaries comes into the room with a bag in hand, it smells like heaven and it’s a delivery for Dazai.
There’s no note of course, but a quick look at the paper bag tells him enough. Only Chuuya would buy lunch from one of the most expensive restaurants nearby. Of course, the other detectives start to tease him about it, but all in all, it’s worth it. Chuuya is finally spoiling him after all these years, he’s not about to complain !
He texts back to his mate about it, and of course the mafioso tells him to choke on the food. It makes him feel giddy and weirdly needy for the rest of the day, until it’s finally time to go back home. He’s still in pre-heat and the idea of his alpha not being here when he opens the door is a little depressing. He knows that Chuuya left, his other side of the bond doesn’t vibrate when he gets close to the door.
When he enters his flat, it smells like food, and like Chuuya. It’s comforting at least. The alpha probably cooked him dinner too before leaving. Too bad he isn’t hungry. He still opens the fridge because he’s curious about what’s inside. He doesn’t expect four different bentos.
He should have, of course Chuuya will try to feed him actual food now that they’re… dating.
They’re dating aren’t they ?
There’s new pillows and a downy plaid on his couch, and when he picks it up to bring it to his nose, all he can smell is his mate. He took the time to scent thoroughly the plaid he bought for him.He plans to bring it to his bed, it’ll smell nice in his “nest” he’s pretty sure that Chuuya cleaned it, but when he enters his room, there’s a brand new futon, here, with enough cover and pillows to build a little fort.
Dazai doesn’t know how to process Chuuya’s behaviour. Did he spend the day cleaning, shopping and cooking for him ? Because it sure looks like it. It’s like he kept himself in check all these years and now that they finally admitted out loud that they care, he allowed himself to go all out and play the perfect lover.
On the covers lies a neatly wrapped box, and Dazai sits down to open it. He is curious, Chuuya doesn’t offer many gifts, his gifts are usually acts of service, which is nice, and makes material gifts all the more intriguing. He almost chokes on his own saliva when he opens the lid and finds a set of sextoys. They look far too expensive and smooth to the touch. He picks up the bright pink dildo and inspect it curiously, because there’s a slightly bloated part at the base of it, like… An inflatable knot. That’s probably what it is.
He eyes the remote control lying in the box, when he realises that… He can smell Chuuya’s scent. Not on the sheets. On the toy. Oh, now this is fun.
He grabs the phone and shoots a text to his partner, too amused to not.
‘Did Chuuya scent a dildo ?’
‘You wish.’
The reply only takes seconds, and of course he doesn’t admit it, but he doesn’t deny it either.
“I wish Chuuya was here instead of the toys. ~”
Now, there’s a long pause, it makes Dazai bite his bottom lip nervously, but he doesn’t push it. Instead he checks the rest of the toys in the set, before putting the box on the ground. The next text arrives later, when Dazai’s already in bed, a cover between his legs to lazily grind on it. He picks the phone and groans at the words.
‘Good night mackerel.’
Like it’s gonna be one. He sends a row of middle fingers, just because he’s petty, and goes back to trying to fall asleep.
Getting out of bed the next morning is a nightmare. The futon is way too comfortable and Dazai wants to stay buried under the covers and pillows forever.
He manages to find the strength to go to work anyway, with the bento his mate prepared yesterday. He still feels restless and on edge, but it’s gonna stay that way until his heat finally kicks in, so he just has to suck it up.
He doesn’t expect Chuuya to barge in at noon. Everyone is tense at first, but the alpha came with a bento in hand, “just in case you forgot yours” he said. A lie, because it’s full of Chuuya’s favourite food, not his. That's how they end up having lunch together. That’s how they end up scheduling a date on the same night.
It happens again the day after, and the day after that. Soon, having Chuuya walk in the office becomes a regular thing. No one’s surprised anymore, and even if people tend to keep their distance, the bravest start to make small talk with him, when his attention isn't monopolised by Dazai.
Thing is, Chuuya is stressed. Now that the entire world (maybe he’s exaggerating it a little) knows that his omega is in fact, an omega, he feels nervous everytime he doesn’t have him in his sight for more than 24 hours.
It’s not exactly healthy for him, but Dazai doesn’t plan to reassure him on that matter before he finally manages to be in heat. He needs his partner close.
With Chuuya constantly present, sleeping at Dazai’s place most nights, it only takes a week.
After that, they talk about Chuuya’s anxiety, they come up with new tactics, with new alerts if one of them ever falls into the enemy's hands. They need to up their game, now that a big part of their partnership leaked.
It should have gone back to “normal” after his heat, after this talk. But “normal” changed, and Chuuya still shows up at the Armed Detective Agency regularly. As expected, he and Yosano get along well, Kenji is a big fan of the mafioso, and surprisingly… Kunikida gets along just fine with Dazai’s alpha.
The air is still tense between them sometimes, but they bond a little too quickly for Dazai’s liking. Of course, the thing they have to bond over is their grievances against Dazai’s antics. Dazai’s a talented man, he can handle them separately, but when they both team up against him ? It becomes a hassle.
Life though ? It became a little easier, now that he doesn’t have to hide his second gender, now that he won his partner back.
Reunions with the Port Mafia now become tense for a whole new reason, Koyo often needs to clear her throat while Kunikida is kicking Dazai’s chin in a common effort to make them stop eyefucking each other from the other side of the table throughout the meeting.
It’s not uncommon to have Double Black disappear after these reunions, everybody has their suspicions of why, but neither party actually managed to catch them red handed yet. After months, Dazai has taken the habit to spend most nights at Chuuya’s place.
His bathtub is great, the pressure is divine and the water warms in a few seconds. He gets pampered every night, and he doesn’t have to do grocery shopping anymore, it’s perfect. Also, they can now be as loud, while fighting, or fucking, because Chuuya has good walls, and he’s living at the last floor of the building anyway.
At some point, he finds a double of Chuuya’s keys in his trench coat pocket one morning, just before leaving for work.
It’s true that maybe, little by little, Chuuya made space for his clothes in his wardrobe, in his drawers… just because he got sick of seeing Dazai’s clothes lying around in his expensive flat of course. Dazai’s sake is now stocked in the kitchen’s cupboard, his bandages are in the bathroom, and his books are on Chuuya’s shelves. His scent is everywhere, Chuuya’s bed has morphed into a comfy nest.
He takes a look at his old PSP, lying next to Chuuya’s just before leaving and… That’s when he realises that he moved in.
He moved in, and Chuuya let him.
With a light step, he goes to work, trying to hold back the smile that keeps coming back on his lips. The sun is shining, he’s late, but today’s gonna be a great day. He’s gonna treat his coworkers to a nice restaurant later, with Chuuya’s bank account of course. Playing with the new pair of keys in his hand, he hums a little tune of his own making, not paying mind to the butterflies fluttering in his chest.
Giving him the flat’s keys is more symbolic than anything, after all, he can lockpick his way through Chuuya’s door drunk and eyes closed by now.
It’s a statement.
He’s forgiven. He’s welcome back in Chuuya's flat, in Chuuya’s life.
He knew the day would come...
They’re meant to stay together after all.