Chuuya carefully peeled the bandage off of his hand. He couldn't decide where to get the 'mark' that Dazai was talking about so Dazai chose what was simplest and quite visible. Now even if people thought little of him, they wouldn't do anything unless they were prepared to face a Port Mafia executive's rage...which usually meant death.
"You have to take care of that until it heals properly," Dazai handed Chuuya a bottle. "Rub that on it every once in a while." Dazai crossed his arms and glanced away before returning his attention to Chuuya. "However, in order for anyone to really believe this, it can't be an act. You have to decide if you're staying or not and if you do stay..." Dazai was tired of trying to put things lightly. He pointed to Chuuya, "You can fuck yourself or I can fuck you but unless you're noisy no one will trust that mark even if you have it." Chuuya's face went a bit pale. "I have no intentions of forcing myself on you, I'm not that shitty," he clarified. "But unless you're prepared for that don't try to leave this room."
"I am used to being used."
Dazai leaned down to eye level with Chuuya. "I don't want to use you."
"You said you found me somewhat attractive so why-"
"Because you are fucked up in the head," Dazai pointed to Chuuya's skull and pressed his finger on his forehead. "You've gone through shit and need to work through it. I'm not going to use you."
Chuuya crossed his arms. "For someone that isn't a gentleman you're a bit reserved when it comes to a-"
Dazai gritted his teeth, "You are not a whore!" Chuuya stiffened. "There is nothing wrong with sex work but what happened to you was not anything close. Besides," Dazai huffed and placed his hands on his hips, "I would rather not pay for sex, thanks. I do think I have some good looks, you know," he pouted.
"Actually..." Dazai looked away. "I take that back. I have my own shit to work through." The confusion on Chuuya's face made Dazai want to explain further. He was tempted to blame everything on the fact he'd done a lot of nasty shit with the Port Mafia but that didn't necessarily bother him as much...generally speaking.
"I..." Dazai sighed. "I have a very specific kink," he crossed his arms and huffed. "I doubt you could cater to it so let's just leave it at that, shall we?"
"Hm," Chuuya crossed his arms. "You saying that makes me want to know."
Dazai walked across the room and reached underneath his dresser for a silver revolver. He opened the cylinder and placed a rogue bullet in before closing and spinning it. He held the gun's handle out to Chuuya. "If you want me to do something, anything at all, point the gun at me and shoot."
"What?" Chuuya stared, reluctantly grabbing it.
"My kink," Dazai held Chuuya's hand around the gun and pointed it at his own head. He flicked the safety off. "I get off on not knowing if I'm going to live or die," his face flushed slightly as his lips curved in an unexpected grin.
"If I have a request you want me to shoot you?"
"Mhm," Dazai nodded. "Oh!" He let go of Chuuya's hands and stepped back. "Of course I'll do what you ask first. You can shoot me after in case the bullet is shot. It would be hard to do anything if I got shot..." Dazai clarified.
"You'd do anything...?" Chuuya's hand shook while holding the gun. He didn't even know how to aim properly. Maybe that was for the best. If he shot and missed Dazai wouldn't get hurt and he could get his request fulfilled.
"6 times," Dazai held up his hands. "It's a 1 in 6 chance of me getting shot but you get 6 free requests unless the bullet claims me first."
Chuuya's resolve was displaced by his intense urge. Something snapped in him and his hand steadied itself. He pointed the gun at Dazai with his finger hovering over the trigger. Chuuya walked forward and pushed Dazai up against the wall. He pressed the barrel of the gun up against his crotch.
"What..." Dazai's breath hitched. "Is your request...?" His face still red and his heartbeat increasing. He could feel his pants becoming too tight.
"I haven't even shot you yet," Chuuya moved the gun further down and lifted his free hand to Dazai's face. His cheek nuzzled into Chuuya's palm. "You seriously get off on this?"
"Mnngh," Dazai's lower lip quivered. "I know I'm weir-Ah-d-" Chuuya moved the gun again and Dazai slid down the wall slightly.
"I don't have a request so I'm not going to shoot you," Chuuya clarified. "But you're already hard now so..."
"It's been a long time," Dazai admitted. "I didn't think you would be so eager...you don't have to shoot me this time but tell me what you want."
"I want to get hard," Chuuya muttered and tried to hold back tears but his face still contorted. He pressed the gun underneath Dazai's pant line and pulled his clothes down with it, staring at his dick. He reached out to touch it and felt it twitch against his fingers.
"I'm sorry," Dazai apologized. "It's still possible to orga-" he stopped speaking when he saw Chuuya's face go pale. That must've been the missing piece to the puzzle. The bastard that kidnapped him chained his dick so he could only get off on anus play. Dazai grabbed both of Chuuya's hands and guided them to his dick. "I can't get you hard so just..."
Chuuya held Dazai's dick tightly in his hands. He watched him squirm and slide further down the wall. Chuuya lost himself trying to imagine what his own hard dick would be like. Fascinated, he touched every inch of Dazai's, sliding his fingers along every crevice.
"Wait-" Dazai grabbed Chuuya's shoulders to try and push him back but he was too late and came all over Chuuya's shirt. The sticky substance was somewhat noticeable on the white button-up.
Chuuya looked down at his shirt and decided to just take the whole thing off. He held the shirt in his hands and stared at it. Looking up at Dazai, he opened his mouth to say: "Can I see you naked?"
"I suppose," Dazai moved his hands to his suit jacket but Chuuya shook his head and grabbed the buttons himself. He unbuttoned the jacket and slid it off of Dazai, allowing it to fall to the ground. When he unbuttoned the shirt, he paused, staring at the bandages around his neck and stomach. There were scars on his chest. Once Chuuya removed the sleeves he noticed bandages on his arms too. He looked up at Dazai's face and somehow the bandages that were there suddenly became more noticeable. Most of them from Chuuya scratching at him the night before.
"Are you always this injured?"
"Heavens no," Dazai laughed. "I'm not actually injured right now, except on my face, of course..."
"Then why do you wear so many bandages?"
"Because," Dazai placed his hands on his hips, not expecting Chuuya to pull his pants all the way down and off his legs. Startled slightly, Dazai fell on his ass. Chuuya knelt down, placing his hands on Dazai's shoulders and straddling his lap.
"Because?"
"It's easier to surprise the enemy if they think I'm weak from an injury."
"That..." Chuuya paused, "makes a bit of sense."
"Chuuya?"
"Hm?"
"What are you planning on doing?"
Chuuya ran his hands down Dazai's chest and felt the scars that were visible. He moved his hands up to Dazai's face and placed his thumb on Dazai's lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"
Not wanting to refuse since he'd just received one of the best handjobs, Dazai nodded.
"Will you suck my limp dick?"
Dazai pressed his hand on Chuuya's shoulder and pushed him gently onto the ground. He hovered over him and moved down to his crotch. Undoing the button to his pants, Dazai pulled the zipper down and kissed him through the fabric of his boxers.
Although his dick wasn't actually hard, Chuuya imagined that it was. He fantasized as Dazai sucked. His kind ran wild with images...but they were only imaginary. When he opened his eyes he was still disappointed. Maybe even a bit more than before.
"Why?" he spoke quietly. "Why can't I feel good?" he cried.
