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"Ah, I'm gonna kill myself."

Dazai smiles.

Chuuya doesn't flinch at all. Not one bit.
"Oh yeah?" he says nonchalantly, as if Dazai just said that he was going to buy ice cream later.
Dazai grins.
"Yeah, I am. Wanna watch?"
Chuuya sighs and slumps back into the couch. It's a very old couch and there are stains in some areas of it that he isn't quite sure what they are.

"No thanks." he says, "I've seen you slit your wrists and jump off a building before, and I'm not interested in seeing you do it again."

Dazai pouts. It makes him look like a 12 year old kid who just got his toys taken away from him.

"Aww, come on Sushi" he says, "It'll be fun, I promise! We can go to the river and watch the sunset together. It'll be oh so romantic~"

Chuuya rolls his eyes and makes a gagging noise.

"Ew. As if." he says, "And don't call me Sushi, jackass."

"Fine then." he says, "But I'm still gonna kill myself!"

"Yeah good luck with that." Nakahara groans and walks out of Dazai's room, heading towards his own dorm for the night. Sometimes he would sleep in his accomplice's room but today was one of those days where he wasnt assed to put up with his shit. He enters his room and gets ready to go to sleep, throwing his uniform on the floor and not bothering to wash himself. It didn't take long before he was asleep.

Chuuya closes the door behind him and starts to walk towards Dazai's room, intending on having a smoke and conversation before attending the morning meeting to discuss further actions with the mafia. He pushes the door open, and then stops. Dazai's body is lying on the carpet, his bandages cut off and thrown to the side. His flesh is a deep red and his blood is pooling onto the carpet. He was in his work uniform from the day before but had removed his blazer and shirt, leaving him shirtless.

"Ugh" Chuuya grunts. He moves towards Dazai's body and kneels down to check his pulse. It's weak, but he is still alive.
"Stupid asshole." he mutters. He picks up Dazai's phone about three feet away from him and dials the boss, Mori Ougai, who was previously a doctor. "Hello?" He answers.
"It's Nakahara." Chuuya says, "I need your assistance, boss." Mori's voice raises a pitch. "What happened? What did Dazai do this time?" Chuuya rolls his eyes. "Nothing new, boss. He slit his wrists." There is a short pause before the sound of rustling clothes is heard. "I'll be there as soon as possible, Nakahara. Thank you for calling."
"Yes, boss." he says, and then he hangs up. He looks down at Dazai's body and sighs. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it up, puffing on it slowly as he waits for Mori to arrive. Nakahara's eyes wander over the unconscious Dazai infront of him. His ribcage was visible, even through the abundant layers of bandages. Osamu had an odd expression on his face, it was reminiscent of a smile. Chuuya hears footsteps coming from the hallway, and then the sound of the door opening. He doesn't even bother to turn around from Dazai.
"Is he dead?" Mori asks, and Chuuya shakes his head.
"Nah." he says. "I'm gonna go pack up my things while you work on him then, boss."
"Sure, Chuuya." Mori says. "And please tell me if Dazai tries to kill himself again, okay? I don't want to have to deal with the paperwork for a dead employee."                      "Affirmative." he says. He walks past Mori and towards the door, puffing on his cigarette as he goes.                                "By the way, Nakahara?" Mori asks. Chuuya stops walking. "Yes?" he says.
"If Dazai dies, you're fired too." he says.
"I know. I have trust in him." he says quietly, walking out the room, leaving Mori and Dazai alone.
He shuts the door behind him, leaving Mori to the mess on the floor. Mori sighs and kneels down next to Dazai, tucking his dark hair out of his face. He takes out a needle and thread from his bag and gets ready to stitch up his wounds. He looks down at Dazai's body and shakes his head.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" he asks quietly. He starts to stitch up Dazai's wrists.
"Boss." Dazai groans, his eyes fluttering open. Mori's hands become still but he continues to look at the cuts on Dazai's wrists.
"Yes, Dazai?" he asks.
"Tell Sushi I say hello." Dazai mumbles. Mori rolls his eyes. "Of course, Osamu. Now let me fix you up before you bleed to death."
"Okay boss." he says, closing his eyes. Mori smiles.
"I'll tell you what, Dazai." he says, starting to sew up the other wrist.
"What's that?" Dazai asks.
"If you do this once again." he says, "I will personally kill you myself."
"Oh?" Dazai says, his voice laced with amusement.
"Yes." Mori says. "It would be an honour to die from such an important figure like me. Oh, and the medical supplies are quite expensive. The mafia cannot afford to pay for them every week. And Chuuya, as much as he may deny it, he cares about you."
"Oh?"
"Yes. So please refrain from suicide in the near future."
"Okay. I will try, boss." Mori smiles and continues to stitch up Dazai's cuts. "That's good, Dazai." he says.

Mori finishes up and then stands, looking at the blood on the floor. He sighs. "I'll send a cleaner in here to clean the blood up. You should probably take a shower and change your uniform. We're due for a meeting at 9:00."
"Yes, boss." Dazai says. Mori nods and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. Dazai sighs. He pulls out his phone and calls Chuuya's number. It rings for a couple of seconds, the contact name 'SNAIL' on the screen. He picks up and clears his throat.
"Oh, your awake huh." Nakahara's voice says on the other end.
"Yes."

"Where are you?".

"In my room as per usual"

"Can we smoke before work?"
"Okay." Chuuya says. "Come here"
"Alright, ill be a moment." Dazai says and then he hangs up.
He gets up and walks out of his room and towards the bathroom. He undresses and steps inside, turning the knob for the hot water. Steam fills the room, filling his lungs as he inhales. His wrists burned as the hot water ran down his body. He closes his eyes and leans against the wall, letting out a painful sigh. A few minutes pass and then he turns off the water and steps out, drying off his lean body. He puts on a new uniform and walks out of the bathroom and towards Chuuya's room, knocking on the door.
"Come in." he hears from the other side. Dazai smiles as he walks in. Chuuya's sitting on the bed, his cigarette already lit up. Dazai sits down beside him and then holds out his hand. Chuuya passes him the cigarette and he takes a drag of it, passing it back to Chuuya. He smiles as he exhales the smoke, his eyes closing. They had half an hour before the meeting began.
"Thank you, Sushi." he says. "For what?" Chuuya questioned.
"For everything." Dazai says. He leans forward and kisses Chuuya on the cheek. "You're so sweet." he says.
" Ew get off me!" Chuuya says, pushing Dazai off of him. "Don't touch me!" he whines, glaring at him. Osamu laughs. "You're so cute." he says. "Shut up." Chuuya says, hitting Dazai in the chest. "I hate you!"
"I know." Dazai says, laughing.
"I hate you too."

SORRY THIS FANFIC IS JUST GONNA BE A LOAD OF SHIT I WRITE WHEN IM BORED SO THERES NO SOLID PLOT YET..!!

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"Then stop touching me!" Chuuya says, standing up.

"I can't help it." Dazai says. He looks Chuuya up and down, taking in his gray waistcoat with black pants and blazer and coat.

"You look so handsome, Sushi." he says.

"Stop." Chuuya says, frowning. "Don't talk to me like that. It makes me feel weird."

"What's weird?"

"Nothing." Chuuya says, waving his hand in the air. "Come on. Let's go."

"Okay." Dazai says, standing up and following Chuuya out of the room.

They make it to the meeting hall on time, sitting down at the table. They look across at the other Port Mafia members who all seemed to have irritated looks on their faces.

"Good morning." Mori says. "Now let's begin this meeting. We need to discuss the matter of the Hunting Dogs."

"What's the deal now?" Chuuya asks.

"Teruko-chan has been witnessed attempting to fend off an unknown ability user with.." he clears his throat. "not much luck, lets just say."

"Teruko Okura?" Tachihara said, rather shocked. Dazai noticed an unfamiliar concern in his voice.

"The insanely strong swordswoman?" Higuchi added.

"Yes" Mori continued. "She endured quite the struggle trying to deal with this unidentified person, resulting in her having to be hospitalised until she recovers." The once bored attendees now seemed to be interested on the matter.

"I am asking Dazai-kun and Chuuya-kun to investigate and deal with the matter." Dazai leaned forwards and spoke

"Are you aware of their appearance? You know.. to know who we are going after? Mori looked down at the table and back at the two.

"Female. Then unidentified. I have a leading suspicion their ability is one of the shapeshifting sorts, since they had wandered off into the busy street to not be seen again. If you do happen to encounter them, make sure they meet an untimely demise."

"Don't worry. We will take care of them." Chuuya added. "We'll report back once we have the results of our mission."

"Thank you. The meeting is now dismissed." Mori said. He smiled and nodded. "Do your best."

"Yes sir." the two responded. Chuuya and Dazai stood up, following the others out of the meeting hall. They were stopped by Tachihara before they could make it out of the hall.

"Hey!" he says. They turn and look at his concerned expression. "Be careful.. Oh! and find out how that Teruko girl is doing."

"Okay." Dazai says. He nods and then walks off.

"Tachihara seemed pretty concerned." Chuuya cleared his throat.

"Yeah." Dazai says. "I wonder why."

"Do you think he likes Teruko or something?"

"I don't know. But he seems to know her well."

"Maybe. I'm going to go check on her now. Meet me back here in an hour."

"Okay."

"And don't forget."

"Don't forget what?"

"Don't forget that I hate you." Chuuya says, winking at him.

Dazai grins, turning away and walking out of the meeting hall. He makes his way to his room, shutting the door behind him. He locks it and walks over to his desk, pulling out a drawer and grabbing the harness he got for Chuuya. He bought it as a joke, considering Chuuya was apparently his dog and he could use it to drag him around like one. The salesperson helped him find the right size and it was perfect. Dazai had already wrapped it in red paper. He gets up and walks across the hall to Chuuya's letterbox and shoves it roughly inside, thudding on the floor behind the door.

Chuuya suddenly opened the door, holding the gift.

"You could've just knocked you idiot. Anyways what am i holding..?"

"Just something i got for you because im like, the best partner ever~" Dazai grins.

Chuuya groans."I suppose i did buy you something too a while ago." He grumbles.

"What is ittt?" Dazai jeers

"You'll find out later." Chuuya says, one side of his mouth curling up into a smirk.

"Is it a dick?" Dazai asks.

"No!" Chuuya exclaims, hitting Dazai in the arm. "What the fuck?" he says. "I wouldn't buy you a dildo!" he adds.

"Why not?" Dazai asks. "Aren't you a bottom?"

"Shut up!" Chuuya says. "And no, I'm not a bottom!" he yells.

"Oh." Dazai says. "So your a top." he says.

"Im whatever you want me to be!" he shouts, before realising what he actually just said. Dazai looked at him with a smirk.

"I'd like to be your bottom, Chuuya~"

"Shut up you horny freak!" Chuuya yells again, clearly embarrassed.

"Whatever." Dazai gets up, laughing to himself aware of the agitated mafioso. He walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Chuuya sighs, looking down at the gift. He unwraps it and looks at it. It was a harness. He blinks at it for a moment.

I'm his dog.  He wants to walk me around like one.

He chuckles, imagining how ridiculous he would look. He gets up, wrapping the harness around his waist and strapping it over his shoulders and around his neck. He walks across the hall behind Dazai.

"Oi." Chuuya calls. Dazai looks behind at Chuuya, his eyes widening.

"What the fuck" he says. Chuuya just grins. "I'm your dogggg." he says sarcastically. "Woof woof~" Dazai just looks at him for a moment before giggling like a ten year old girl with her best friend.

"That's what you wanted right?" he groans, unimpressed.

"Yeah." Dazai says, calming down. "Here, let me fix this." Dazai moves closer to Nakahara and unclasps the leash attatched to the collar to make it less embarassing.

"Better." he says, smiling.

"Yes."

"So." Dazai says. "Lets go check on Teruko-chan for Tachihara."

"Okay." They walk down the hallway together, heading towards Teruko's hospital room. Chuuya opens the door and they both walk in. Teruko looks up, surprised.

"Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Chuuya? From the Port Mafia? What are you doing here?" she asks. "Just checking on you." Chuuya says. "Someone requested it." he adds.

Dazai smiles. "Tachihara." he says.

Teruko's eyes widen slightly and she swallows. "Oh."

Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Chuuya changed the subject. "We also came to ask you something."

"Yes?" she says, frowning.

"The other day. The ability user you ran into?" he adds. "Do you remember anything?"

She frowns, looking up at the ceiling. "They were pretty fast." she says. "I couldn't catch them."

"What did they look like?" Dazai asks. "They were wearing a dark purple robe, and they called me beautiful, and tried to flirt with me." she says.

"Was that all?" Chuuya asks.

She thinks for a moment. "I thought i saw Jouno-kun, then he disappeared. So i followed him and ended up finding her." Teruko explains.

Dazai's eyes widen slightly at the description.

"Though, I dont think that was him. A shapeshifter, perhaps."

"Thank you." Chuuya says. "We're going to head out now."

"Take care." Dazai says. Teruko nods and smiles weakly. They walk out of the hospital room, closing the door behind them. Chuuya looks up at Dazai who's looking down at him.

Dazai smiles at Chuuya darkly and speaks

"I know who this antagonist is."

"Who?"

"A familiar slut used to know~"

Chuuya shrugs and walks alongside Dazai to their destination, where the ability user supposedly was seen.

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They walk for about twenty minutes, following the trail that was left for them and finally make it to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town. The two exchange a glance and then walk inside. Chuuya glances around the warehouse, looking for any sign of someone else being there. He doesn't see anything.

"Where the hell are we?" he asks, turning to Dazai.

"Who knows?" Dazai says, looking around the warehouse. "I was hoping you could tell me." Chuuya looks around some more and then shrugs. "No." he says. "I have no idea."

Dazai sighs. "Well." he says. "Let's split up. You go look for anything that might have something to do with Teruko's attack, or a woman with a dark cloak." he says. "And I'll look for a way out."

"Okay."

Chuuya walks off, going down the left hallway while Dazai goes down the right.

Dazai glances around, looking for any way out. He walks for a while, finding nothing. He sighs, frustrated.

Why is this warehouse so big?

He turns and walks back the way he came. He finally makes it back to the main room, finding Chuuya nowhere.

Where did he go?

He hears a voice from behind.

"Osamu Dazai."

He turns. That's when he sees him. Sakunosuke Oda.

What's he doing here?

"Odasaku?" he says, looking at the person in front of him. "What are you doing here?" Dazai asks, frowning.

"You seem confused."

I am confused.

"Where is Chuuya?" Dazai asks, looking around.

"He's over there." Oda says, pointing across the room.

Dazai looks in the direction he's pointing. "Over there?" he questions, as he is not able to see Nakahara.

"Yeah."

Dazai turns around, heading towards where Oda had pointed.

He walks across the room to where he supposedly was. He looks around, his eyes scanning the area for Nakahara.

Where the fuck is he?

He hears a gunshot

He turns around.

What the hell?

Dazai's heart wrenched at the sight that met his eyes.

"Odasaku.."

The red haired man fell to the floor, crimson gushing out of his head.

"Oi Dazai!"

Dazai froze at the sudden yell from Nakahara.

"Its a fucking trap! Don't fall for it!" Chuuya yelled. "He's a fake!"

Dazai's breath hitched, as he finally realised the connection between Odasaku being here and the cloaked enemy.

Chuuya wrapped his hand tightly around Osamu's wrist and placed his hand on the body.

No Longer Human immediately activated and made the body dissipate into a blue aura of light.

"I understand where this is going."

"Its a psychologic trick."

The form of a woman appeared infront of them.

"Who are you?" Chuuya asks, glaring at her.

"I am Sōshi Mitsuru. Or, the bitch of Yokohama, as SOME people would refer to me.." She sneered, glaring at Dazai.

Dazai's face lit up and he came to a realisation to who he was looking at.

He moved over to her and pushed the woman's chin up with his finger.

"My dear Mitsuru. You should really know not to cross the mafia." He said with a dark smile. The woman pushed his hand away and ignored him to look at Chuuya. Her eyes lingered on him before she spoke.

"Ah. You must be the infamous gravity manipulator. I've heard so much about you." She said, looking him up and down before continuing. "You're even more handsome than they told me." She smirked as she said this, causing Nakahara's face to become red with rage. Dazai just sniggered as he watched.

"Osa-chan. You haven't changed in the slightest." She said, raising her eyebrows at him.

What the fuck is that nickname? Dazai had never told me about her before..

The boy smirked. "And neither have you Mitsuru. Shitty at flirting like always. Oh and don't get me started on how bad you are at kissing!" Dazai exclaimed, smirking at the woman. Nakahara's eyes widened at the revelation of Dazai and Mitsuru kissing. He felt a wave of jealousy pass through his body.

"I'll have you know that I'm good at kissing. I've had plenty of partners." Mitsuru retorted, glaring at him.

"Sure. But how long have they lasted? A week?" Osamu said, laughing. The woman narrowed her eyes at him.

"Shut up! They lasted longer than that." She lied. Chuuya could feel his anger rising as he watched the two bicker back and forth. He wasn't sure if Dazai and this woman had been together in a romantic way or not but he wanted to know.

"What exactly happened between you two?" he asked suddenly. Mitsuru's smile turned into a sneer. "Just a few one night stands. He wanted more. But I wasn't interested." She replied. He couldn't imagine Dazai wanting anyone in the way he wanted him.

"So, Mitsuru, why weren't you interested?" Chuuya directed his words towards her.

"I don't know." She replied. "I just wasn't."

"Well then why did you sleep with him?" Chuuya asked snarkily.

Mitsuru shrugged. "I was horny. I thought he'd be fun to sleep with."

"Ugh. Whatever. You're still a bitch for leading me on!" Dazai spat, glaring at her.

She got closer to Dazai "Who said i wasn't interested now, Osamu?" She whispered into his ear. "I do want more. Why don't we go out tonight?" She said with a smirk. "I'll show you a real night." She said. Dazai raised his eyebrows, clearly taken back by her words. Then he grinned.

"Yes, I'd love that Mitsuru." He replied.

Chuuya felt his stomach drop at his words. He glared at Dazai."What the fuck Mackerel?" Chuuya said, anger laced in his voice.

Dazai leaned towards Nakahara and whispered in his ear."I know what i'm doing. Bye now."

He walked off in the opposite direction with Soshi before turning his head slightly back."Don't let my bed get cold." He laughed. "See you later. My dear Chuuya."

He turned away again, leaving Nakahara alone and fuming. Dazai walked through the streets of Yokohama with Soshi. He couldn't believe he'd agreed to go on a date with her. They entered an expensive restaurant, much more expensive than anything he would take Chuuya too.

"Thank you for agreeing to this, Osamu." Soshi said, smiling at him.

Dazai nodded and smiled back. "Of course Mitsuru."

A table became free and they sat down in their seats. Soshi ordered a glass of red for both of them when the waitress came over.

"So. What do you think of the restaurant?" She asked.

"Its nice."

The waitress came back over with their drinks.

"Dazai-san, let me ask you something."

"What is it?"

"What's your relationship like with the gravity manipulator? He seems awfully possessive." Soshi said, a inquisitive look on her face.

Dazai smiled and took a sip of his drink. "Chuuya Nakahara? Well, he's a dear friend of mine. We've worked together for quite some time." He said. "But I guess you could say he's a little protective of me."

Soshi raised her eyebrows. "That's it?"

Dazai's smile grew wider. "That's all. Just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Soshi smiled at him and Dazai found himself smiling darkly back at her. 

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It had been hours since Dazai and Mitsuru left him.

Chuuya had been sitting on the couch of his dorm, sulking. It was past midnight and he was pissed that he had let Dazai go with that whore.
Chuuya got up from his seat and walked over to the kitchen, opened the fridge and got out multiple bottles of beer. There was no wine left. He hoped getting drunk would make him feel somewhat better. He walked back to the couch and opened one of the bottles, drinking straight from the bottle.
Dazai was probably in a hotel room right now.
With Mitsuru.
He took a swig of beer, hoping it would erase his thoughts.

Chuuya couldn't believe Dazai had gone on a date with Mitsuru.
He thought Dazai would be spending his night with him.
Instead he was alone, drinking away his feelings.

An hour had passed and surely enough, seven bottles had been drank. He even decided to get high, because why not. He had nothing better to do. He was beyond drunk now, he felt like he was in a dream. He got up from his seat and started dancing to no music. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door opening.
He stumbled over to it, tripping slightly over his own feet. Chuuya looked up to see Dazai standing there, smiling at him.

"God you stink of a rough mix of beer and weed, Chuuya-kun." He said.
Chuuya smiled widely at him, clearly drunk and high.
Dazai found it hilarious whenever Chuuya was like this, as he was terribly out of character.
"Dazaiiii~~~!!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Dazai's waist.
"I thought you were with Mitsuru. Why are you here?" He slurred.
Dazai laughed, letting the redhead keep his arms around his waist. He lifted Chuuya off of the floor and carried him to his dorm.
"I told you, i know what im doing." Dazai said.
Chuuya looked up at Dazai, his eyes wide.
He looked so beautiful, even more so because Chuuya wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment and everything seemed amazing.
"Dazai, i hate you. You're such an asshole. I cant stand you." He said."I know, Chuuya." Dazai said, smiling.
Dazai threw Chuuya onto his bed. The redhead groaned as he landed on his back.
"Mhmm.. did you fuck Mitsuru?" He asked, his words still slurred.
"I did. But GOD she was so shit." He said, chuckling to himself.
Chuuya groaned and threw his hand over his eyes.
"Fuck you, Osamu."
Dazai laughed and stood beside Chuuya on the bed.
The redhead grabbed onto Dazai's thigh and pulled him onto him.
"Chuuya?" Dazai said, looking down at him in suprise.
"I don't think you're in the right state of mind to be doing this. You're drunk."
Chuuya looked up at him with wide, innocent looking eyes.
"Dazaiii~~~" he whined.
"Fine..."
The redhead gripped his hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Dazai was taken back by the sudden movement but he kissed back regardless. Chuuya's lips tasted like beer, weed and himself.
Dazai loved it.
"I hate you."
Chuuya said, pulling back. Dazai laughed.
"I know."
Chuuya pulled him back into another kiss, deeper this time. Dazai felt himself being pushed into a position where he was on top of Nakahara, their lips still locked together. Dazai felt Chuuya's hand on his thigh, slowly creeping up. He moaned into the kiss, urging him to go further.
"Touch me." He moaned. "Please."
His words sent a rush of arousal through Chuuya's body. He moved his hand up, grabbing at the hem of Osamu's shirt and pulling it up, breaking the kiss for only a second. Nakahara's hand ran over his torso, his fingers trailing over countless scars.
Chuuya didn't care. He adored Dazai regardless, scars or not.
He kissed him again, harder than before. He wanted Dazai so bad, he just wanted to feel him. Dazai felt his arousal growing with each kiss. He was getting so desperate for Chuuya's touch. Chuuya's hand gripped onto Osamu's waistband, pulling his pants down slightly. He gripped his hand around Dazai's erection and gave it a few strokes. "Fuck me." Dazai breathed.
Chuuya's hand left Dazai's member and the redhead pulled him up into a sitting position. He removed his pants and underwear in one go, leaving the other man completely naked.
"I hate you." He said, looking up at Dazai. "I hate you so much."Dazai leaned in and kissed him, biting his bottom lip.
"I know." He said.He watched as Chuuya reached over to his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. Dazai didn't even care to wonder why he had that.
Chuuya flipped Dazai onto his back, pinning him to the bed, his hands grabbing onto the other man's bony wrists.
Osamu's breath quickened, seeing Chuuya like that was so fucking hot.
Chuuya positioned himself above Dazai.
He lined his dick up with Dazai's hole and thrust into it. Dazai let out a loud moan as he felt Nakahara's thick length inside of him. He wrapped his arms around the redhead's waist and pulled him down into a kiss. He was that aroused that he was already so close to cumming.
Chuuya kissed him roughly, biting his lip and sucking on it. He gripped his hands around Dazai's thighs and thrust into him again and again. Dazai was moaning loudly now, he wanted to cum.
"Cum. Chuuya. Cum for me." He said.
Chuuya's thrusts became faster, his member hitting Dazai's prostate over and over again.
"Fuck. Mackerel. I cant hold it." He said, his voice strained.
"Then don't." Dazai murmured, breathily.
Dazai felt his insides warm up as Chuuya filled him to the brim with cum. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and he came not long after. He felt his lips on his neck and collarbone, kissing and sucking on him.Chuuya knew Dazai loved when he bit him.
So he did that too.
Dazai moaned again. "Holy fuck..."
Chuuya's lips made their way to his ear and he whispered in it.

"I love you."

He felt his heart wrench at his words and his cheeks burn.

Dazai would never think he would hear those words coming out of Chuuya's mouth.
He had never heard them from anyone else's mouth either.

"I love you too."
"I still hate you remember. "
Dazai laughed and wrapped his arms around Chuuya's body, pulling him closer to him.

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Chuuya woke up with a pounding headache. He lifted his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked around the room and noticed Dazai sleeping behind him. He then felt his body. He was naked and his neck stung lightly. He remembered what happened last night and a wave of embarrassment washed over him.
Oh FUCK.
Chuuya felt Dazai's body touching him. His arms were wrapped tightly around Chuuya's waist.
Chu sighed and sat up. Dazai's arms fell limply to the bed.
"Dazai." He said, shaking the other boy awake. "Dazai."
Osamu's eyes opened.
"Good morning." He croaked.
Chuuya glared at him and yelled.
"What the fuck happened last night?!"
The other boy groaned at him.
"Chuuya-kun, its too early to be shouting like that~" He whined.
Nakahara smacked him on the shoulder.
"Did we really fuck?!" He said, still shouting.
Dazai rolled his eyes.
"Obviously. Holy shit you were so drunk.." He trailed off and looked up at Nakahara. His eyes widened at the sight of the redhead's face, which was flushed red
"You look like a tomato."Chuuya's face burned with embarrassment as he remembered the words he'd said to Dazai.
"Fuck off!" He shouted, covering his face.
"I cant believe I said that to your face!"
Dazai laughed, "You said it twice~"
Nakahara threw a pillow at him. He laughed again.
"I cant believe you fucked me~"Chuuya looked up at him with a glare.
"It wont happen a third time."
Dazai smiled at him.
"I'll hold you to that. You're pretty good at it. I want it again~"Chuuya smacked him on the arm.
"Shut up. Shut up!! Shut up!!"