"Dazai?" Chuuya muttered, knocking on the door slightly. "Why are you hiding?"
"I'm sorry."
"I can't hear you through the door."
"I'm sorry," he repeated, louder this time. "I scared you, didn't I? It would be better if I just stayed in here."
"Dazai...may I ask you something?" There was a silence before a quiet 'yes' was said. "Who is Fyodor?"
Dazai opened the door slightly and stared at Chuuya, still completely naked. He glanced down and nearly closed the door again but Chuuya caught it. "Will you tell me?" he asked.
"He was an undercover cop that had joined the Port Mafia as a mole. The Boss wanted me to monitor him and leak information from time to time. We were..." Dazai paused, "partners but..."
"But?"
"I'm sorry," Dazai spoke, opening the door completely. "I wasn't entirely truthful when you asked me about my bandages." Dazai moved his hand toward his torso and grabbed the bandage, unwrapping it from around himself. "My scars were not caused by my negligence in the field. Most of them were his doing." Dazai allowed the bandage wrapping to fall to the bathroom floor. Chuuya's chin dropped as he saw the massive carving "F Y O D O R 'S" written on his lower stomach.
"Did that..." Chuuya stepped forward and reached out to touch it. Dazai flinched but didn't move away.
"Yes, it hurt."
"Why would he...?"
"Because," Dazai looked away and scratched the back of his neck. "When you get two sadists into a room they either tear each other apart or one of them breaks a bit."
"Did you break?"
"No, but I must admit I am far more willing to compromise." Dazai sighed and crossed his arms. "You should see his body. I am not...I am-" Dazai gritted his teeth and pressed his lips into a firm line. "I'm not good for anyone. I was born to be where I am and I'm going to stay here."
"I..." Chuuya looked up at Dazai, not sure how to console him. "I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything."
"But-"
"Look," Dazai gestured between them. "Whatever this is...it can't be anything more than you fulfilling a genie promise. Okay? You have to go back to real society one day and I-" a shadow cast over Dazai's face. "I have to die here."
Chuuya held up his hand with the tattoo. "But I'm already your-" Dazai slammed his hand over Chuuya's mouth and pushed him into the wall. He glared down at him.
"Don't say that. Don't say those words. I'll believe them and then when you leave, I will want to get you back." Dazai lowered his hand and went to the bed. He crawled under the covers and Chuuya followed.
"Dazai..." he spoke quietly. When there was no response, Chuuya spoke again. "I know you're not asleep yet so I'm going to say this but only once: I like you. I like you a lot more than I should and I wouldn't know how to function in a normal world so I don't plan on leaving." Chuuya curled up behind Dazai and hugged him from behind, resting his forehead into his shoulders. "I want to be yours. I think...if you wanted to keep me here...because it is you...I don't think I would mind."
"Do you mean that?" Dazai's voice was barely audible.
"I do."
Dazai turned over and pinned Chuuya to the bed. His eyes seemed to glow even though there was no light to reflect them. "I won't let you take those words back. Not even if you request it of me. I want you to be mine. I am possessive. I want to own you," he confessed, bringing his hand to Chuuya's neck and holding it slightly too tight. "I don't want anyone else to see you sprawled out onto a bed like this. I'm cruel and unforgiving and I might snap and try to kill anyone who gets close to you."
Instead of shying away, as any normal human might've done, Chuuya's face flushed and he grabbed Dazai's hand on top of his throat. He held it there, forcing Dazai's hand a bit tighter. "...I would like to be yours."
Dazai let go of Chuuya's throat and grabbed his hands, holding them above his head as he kissed his neck. He intertwined their fingers and moved his lips down to his chest, leaving marks as he traveled. Marking marks. Making more marks.
"Dazai..." Chuuya's breath hitched. "What are you...?"
With determination, Dazai looked up and stared into Chuuya's eyes. "You didn't say how many times to fuck you so I'm going to bleed you dry until you're so tired your ass doesn't know what feels good anymore."
"But I..." Chuuya's back arched slightly when he felt Dazai's lips graze his inner thigh. "I already shot you?"
"Did you? I don't recall..." he feigned ignorance.
"You really are a sadist..." Chuuya muttered. He glanced down at Dazai and grinned slightly. "Make me feel good."
"I intend to."
