Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

Kiss Me on the Lips (and Show Me You Love Me)

Fuck buddies.

Enemies with benefits.

Sex partners.

Whatever.

Whatever they each called it, this thing, it didn't matter to him.

He didn't care.

They weren't anything more than that.

No...

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Their first time's were with each other.

If only for convenience's sake.

They were both growing teenagers with raging hormones and it was hard to deny the other.

For Dazai, Chuuya was...(is still, if he were to be perfectly honest)beautiful, to be frank. If there were a word that could surpass the meaning of the word, it would describe him even better. But the way Chuuya looked, underneath him, writhing, flushed red, lips swollen, slicked with sweat and cum, his glowing red marks left on him, and moaning his pleasures as well as his name.

It sent shivers down his back and down to other places on thinking on it, the memories of their first time carefully imprinted into his memory.

It could be considered special, their first time.

With it's only reasoning that Chuuya was undeniably a good fuck, and he was sure that Chuuya thought the same, if it wasn't obvious from how much he screamed the first time, and the other times after that.

But Chuuya was beautiful in other than the bedroom.

And it sometimes proved to be infuriating for him, in both a good and bad way.

His little redhead liked to be such a tease, knowing full well of his looks and the confidence that was bred into him from being a part of Ane-san's brothel, using his skills in training to be a courtesan working it's effect on him.

As well as a few others, more than a few others that have caught sight of him.

Whenever they were sent out on an undercover mission, their usual assignment was to play a couple as to draw the least attention(or supposed to, considering), with Chuuya being granted the female role with his well praised acting skills and techniques on playing the part, his body giving no show to his sex as he was dressed for attention to be paid elsewhere.

He could see every male's eyes divert to his Chuuya, with Chuuya paying no mind as he seemed as if to be enjoying the attention laid on him as some tried to go up to him, no doubt trying to have the benefit of having more than a simple little conversation with him that could be done more in the sheets.

And it amused Chuuya, flirting back with the possibility that he would go back with them, even though they were, of course, empty words.

It was like a game they were both playing, with Dazai winning but Chuuya intentionally losing.

Because Chuuya knew that the only one he'd be going back to was Dazai, having no choice in the matter really, but it was if he was purposefully poking at Dazai, knowing that his behavior would not go without punishment.

His back hit the wall as Dazai hovered over him.

"You think you can flaunt yourself out there, Chuuya, without any man turning their eyes toward you?"

"No, in fact, I'm used to it at this point. Especially yours."

"Oh?" He questions with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his pupils growing wide.