A few weeks had gone by without anything significant happening. Chuuya spent his days locked in the room. He did escape a few times just to find something to do...but he ended up waiting for Dazai anyway. He would come back in the evening after leaving some ungodly hour in the morning. He brought food and always acted as if everything was fine. Even when it wasn't. Even when he'd gotten a new injury. At least Chuuya was learning self-defense now. Dazai would teach him a few moves himself every day. He spent a lot of time practicing without much else to do.
Chuuya sat in the bathtub, soaking in thousands of bubbles. He made little snowmen with them. His mind wandered to Dazai. Then to Dazai's body. They hadn't done anything sexual since the one day with the gun. Sleeping beside him every night, wanting to touch him, but not wanting to bother him, Chuuya wasn't sure what to do.
"It's so frustrating!" Chuuya snapped, demolishing a small family of snowmen made of bubbles. He closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to imagine what Dazai's body looked like. He remembered most of it. But some memories were blurring together.
Chuuya moved his hand to his ass. He hadn't actually tried to do this to himself (willingly) but his desperation to feel good was getting to him.
"This just feels stupid," Chuuya frowned, inserting a finger into himself. Eyes still closed, he pretended it was Dazai's hand instead. What would he say? Or not say?
"Chuuya," Dazai said, forcing Chuuya into the bed. "In order for the sake of appearances, I'm going to have to do this," he spoke, pulling the tie out of his collar and undoing a button. "If you want to stay here, I'm going to have to make you mine."
Chuuya moaned but he reached the point where fingers were no longer going to satisfy his imaginings. The door closed to Dazai's room. Chuuya stood up and didn't bother grabbing a towel. He let the soap and water fall off of him as he walked out of the bathroom. He grabbed the silver revolver and pointed it at Dazai's back before he could turn around.
"I have my first request..." he said.
"Hm?" Dazai turned to look over his shoulder. He hadn't expected to see Chuuya like this today...or any day really.
"Fuck me in the ass."
Dazai blinked three times wondering if he had heard that correctly. "Excuse me?"
"Put your dick in my anus and thrust."
"That's your request?"
Horny and slightly annoyed, Chuuya pressed the barrel of the gun into Dazai's ass. "Fuck me or I'll fuck you with this gun."
"Oh..." Dazai beamed. "But that sounds kind of fun-"
"You said you'd do what I asked," Chuuya frowned.
"And I will," Dazai turned around and took off his jacket and then the suit jacket. He slid the tie out from under the collar and undid a button. Almost exactly how Chuuya had imagined him doing it. "I simply wasn't expecting you to ask me that in such a way."
"How did you want me to say it? 'Please Port Mafia Executive place your rock hard member into my-'" Dazai grabbed Chuuya's shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. The water still clinging to his body melded with the sheets. He nearly dropped the gun in his hand. Dazai hovered over him and Chuuya felt a shiver run down his body.
"Where did you get all of these scars?" Chuuya asked as Dazai grabbed his legs and spread them apart.
"That's a long story, m'dear."
"Tell me some time."
"I could tell you now."
"No," Chuuya draped his arms over Dazai's neck, the cold gun up against his back. "I don't want you to talk."
