Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Soukoku | ~Smut~ | A Twisted Image

Type: Smut

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Ship: Soukoku

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AU: Halloween AU, but it is with a slight twist

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Warnings: Bondage, a lot of moaning from Chuuya, mentions of deaths/murders

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Notes: In this AU they are actually the beings they are for the the Halloween AU. Example: Dazai is a Reaper; Chuuya is a werewolf; Akutagawa is a priest. 

"Get away from me, you bastard!" the small red-headed shouted at the being who stood before him. The taller male just let out a cold laugh.

"Aww you fearing death now? I thought you were a tough one? Even that priest I like messing around with isn't scared of me," the reaper teased as he stepped closer to the wolf. Chuuya Nakahara's ears flicked from one side of his face to the other as the older male approached. He could feel his muscles tense as he felt the presence of death itself inch itself closer to him with every movement.

The being before him laughed and smiled at him with a crooked slime. His weapon lay on the floor of the werewolf's house, abandoned as soon as he stepped within the boundary. He carried the sense of death around him. It was like, as he was getting closer, the life was being drained out of the room Chuuya was in. He suppressed a whine and tried to keep himself from shaking.

"I like your fear Chuuuuya~.." Dazai teased, closing the distance between them so it was only about five centimeters. Chuuya seemed to hear eerie screams of death radiating from around Dazai. He hated hearing them. He hated hearing them because it reminded him of how his family had screamed when they had been killed. He remembers each of their faces, stricken with fear as the pyres below them were suddenly set ablaze. First, his father, his mother, and then his two brothers at the same time. He ran away from the town center that day, half-crying and half-screaming.

He hated them. He hated humans and their entire existence. However, he hated Death more than anything. He hated that fact that Death did nothing to stop this. He remembered that reaper, the very one who was cornering him now, standing by the edge of the gathering in the town center, his weapon at hand, and smiling to himself. Smiling. Dazai was smiling as Chuuya's family was set ablaze. 

"Who told you it was fear? Who told you that I wasn't backing away for my own sake Dazai? What if I was baking away because I was trying to control myself from killing you?" he asks, his hand moving down to a blade on his belt. 

Dazai's eyes widened as he saw the blade. "So you got that priest on your side huh?" The handle was familiar to the reaper; he had seen it multiple times. It was a plain wooden handle but with these strange carvings upon it's surface. When looked at them correctly, the carvings lined up in a way that depicted a skull on the flat of the wood. Legends have said that when hit by the moon's light, the carvings would glow a blood red color. The blade itself was long and serrated, made with a special enchanted metal that could deal some damage to a supernatural being if used correctly. Dazai has seen that priest use it multiple times, to help fend off the beings that sometimes attacked the church in the small town. Ironically, the moon was lighting up the small space and the light did make the carvings glow.