Chuuya sat up in the bed and started screaming. He held his face but his hands moved down to his chest as he scratched into his skin, causing it to bleed. "Chuuya-" Dazai grabbed his wrists but in Chuuya's delirium, he attempted to escape the grasp. Dazai loosened his grip slightly but pulled Chuuya closer to him, refusing to release him from an embrace of sorts. "Chuuya, wake up." Chuuya struggled against Dazai and freed his hands. He scratched Dazai's face and slammed his hands on his chest, trying to push him away.
Slowly waking up, the first thing Chuuya saw was Dazai's bleeding cheek. Terrified, he tried to push Dazai away again.
"It's okay," Dazai spoke quietly. "Take a deep breath." After Chuuya did, Dazai slowly removed his arms from holding onto him. He realized that his method probably was not the best one, but he couldn't have Chuuya running out of the room fully naked and run the risk of not being able to catch him. Shaking, Chuuya hated the feeling of not being held so he clung to Dazai. He squeezed him as tight as he could, refusing to let go.
"Daz...ai?"
"Yes?"
"Please..." Chuuya looked up but before he could say anything Dazai placed a finger on his mouth to shush him.
"I am not a gentleman," Dazai's typical laid-back grin dispersed leaving only a cold stoic expression. "I am not even a good person. Had you not been even slightly attractive to me I would have left you where you were. I am in the Port Mafia, don't forget that." Dazai moved his finger and instead cupped Chuuya's face. He moved his face close and spoke next to his ear. "If you ask me to sleep with you, I'm going to sleep with you. I won't turn you away like a decent man."
Chuuya placed his hands on Dazai's chest and clutched his shirt tightly. "Please...make me hard...the guard...it-" His eyes started to water. "I want to feel good...once...please..."
"Have you ever been in love?"
Chuuya's eyes widened. He was going to shake his head but faint memories did come back to him. He nodded slightly.
"Then, close your eyes and think of that person," Dazai said. Chuuya did. He could feel Dazai's hands along his body and his body shivered. Dazai had a feeling no matter what he did, Chuuya wouldn't get hard. He must be impotent from the psychological impact of not being able to touch himself. There were likely other things as well...but Dazai didn't want to ask any questions. He could sense some conditioning was involved.
Chuuya's thoughts became muddled the longer he felt Dazai's hands on him. They were calloused. This felt nice but he knew it wasn't going to work. It had been so long since he'd wanted something and now that it was here nothing was working. Chuuya opened his eyes and silent tears escaped. "I can't..."
"It's going to take time. You'll need to find someone to fall for and I doubt you will do that here," Dazai chuckled.
"Where will you take me?" Chuuya's voice cracked.
"I'm not kicking you out," Dazai clarified. "But I am not holding you captive either. However, the longer you stay here the more complicated it will be for you and..." Dazai didn't want to say anything to make him even more concerned. He sighed and shook his head. "Let's just get some sleep, okay?"
...
Dazai was gone when Chuuya woke up. He got dressed properly. Dazai had gotten him a few different outfits and it was hard to pick between them but ultimately it didn't matter what he wore. He only felt comfortable with Dazai's coat hanging over his shoulders. Opening the door, Chuuya looked out into the hallway. There was no one in sight but he wasn't sure where to go.
"Would you look at that, it's Dazai's new whore." A voice spoke. Chuuya turned his head to see who it was but he didn't recognize him from anywhere. The person beside him laughed.
"Do you think he would mind if we tested him out?"
Chuuya started to close the door but the guy grabbed it and forced it open. He was about to grab Chuuya's hair and drag him out of Dazai's room. It was forbidden for anyone to enter an executive's room but the absence of the executive himself made someone a bit ballsy.
Before he could so much as touch a strand on Chuuya's head, his own hair was pulled back and his face slammed into the nearby wall. The barrel of a gun pressed into his lower back. "Try doing anything to him again and I am going to shoot every place on your body that you managed to touch on him," Dazai's voice was cold and eerily serious. "You," Dazai turned his head to the other one. "Find better role models," Dazai shoved the guy toward his friend and walked through the open door, slamming it behind him. The rage still radiated off of him so Chuuya was afraid to say anything.
"I was going to wait a bit longer but no one is going to lay off of you until you're out of here or I mark you as mine," Dazai stepped toward Chuuya and grabbed his chin, tilting it up to face him. "Where do you want the tattoo?"
