Book of One-Sh!ts

[Chuuya x Dazai] Do you love me?

-NSFW-

"Did you just insult him?" he asked, clenching his fist. The trio of misfits stood in front of Dazai, throwing more insults still. 

"I asked," Chuuya raised his fist. "If you just insulted him," he repeated, slamming his fist into one of them and knocking him straight into the wall. The other two ran away but Chuuya ran, jumped, and grabbed the both of their heads, slamming their faces into the ground. 

"You didn't have to do that," Dazai said, grabbing Chuuya's hand and kissing his knuckles. They were bleeding a bit. 

Chuuya turned around and grabbed Dazai's neck, pushing him back up against the wall and slamming his foot by his waist. "You're mine to abuse. Or did you forget about the bet?" he asked, glaring up at him. 

Dazai moved his hand up to Chuuya's and forced him to clutch tighter. "Don't tease me." 

Chuuya moved his hand down to the top of Dazai's shirt and dragged him to the window. He opened it and pushed Dazai over the edge, holding him by the shirt. A button snapped and Dazai fell further. 

"Would you let me fuck you like this?" Chuuya scoffed. "Right here, with you half out of this window. You wouldn't know if you were going to live or die. You'd have to trust me completely. Well?"

Dazai stopped clutching the base of the window and let his arms fall by his sides. His body relaxed, completely subjected to Chuuya's grip on him. "I would." 

"What?" Chuuya was so surprised that he did actually let go of Dazai. A few seconds passed and Chuuya scrambled after him, body finally catching up to his eyes. He grabbed Dazai's hand, and with his other held the window. 

"Fuck," Chuuya winced, he was holding on with his injured hand. "Why'd you have to say yes?!" 

"You remember our bet, don't you?" Dazai chuckled. "No matter what you do to me, I'm always going to love you Chuuya." 

"Fuck," Chuuya's hand was beginning to collect sweat. He inhaled a deep breath and pulled himself up as best as he could, climbing into the bathroom again, pulling Dazai on top of him. 

"Are you okay?" Dazai asked. 

Chuuya was panting heavily underneath Dazai. "I'm fine," he snapped, pushing Dazai off. "Damnit," he ran his hand through his hair and crossed his arms after undoing a button on his shirt. 

Dazai knelt down on the floor beside Chuuya and folded his hands on his lap. He didn't say anything, just silently waited. 

"What are you looking at?" Chuuya glared. 

"Thank you for earlier," Dazai pointed to the bullies still lying on the ground. 

Chuuya waved off the comment as if it was meaningless but then an idea popped up into his head. He smirked, standing up and dragging the unconscious bodies toward in front of the base of the window. He gestured with his finger for Dazai to stand up, and then stood behind him, pushing him forward to the window. Dazai held his hands at the sides, leaning up against the sides of the window with his head hanging out of the open window itself. 

"Chuuya?" Dazai looked over his shoulder but Chuuya grabbed his head and forced him to continue staring out the window. 

"What do you say we leave these fuckers a present?" Chuuya hugged Dazai from behind, moving his hands down his torso to the top of his pants. He groped Dazai tightly. Dazai inhaled sharply. 

"Piss on them. Cum on them. That'll teach them a thing or two." Chuuya kicked Dazai's leg to separate them and knock his height down a bit. He grabbed his waist and placed his crotch right against Dazai's ass. Chuuya dipped both of his hands into Dazai's pants to expose his dick. He held it, directing it over the bullies' faces.