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Already Enough

The first time Dazai and Chuuya had fallen into bed together was when they were sixteen and stupid. It had been after a particularly rough mission that required Corruption and when Dazai had been in one of his depressive episodes, when they had both needed to feel something.

There had been no resemblance of romance at all during that night, the two teens too filled with hormones and emotional constipation to think about anything other than getting off. It was rough and harsh, teeth scraping against skin, moans being drunk in through greedy lips, bruises in the shapes of fingers left to remind them of what they had done.

They never talked about it afterwards, and Dazai had already been gone by the time Chuuya woke up. They seemed to have an unspoken agreement that if they never talked about it, they could continue making use of the odd new shift in their dynamic.

Thus started the routine of seeking each other out when they wanted that physical connection or, in some cases, just some sort of sexual relief that they only trusted each other to provide. It was a quick fuck-and-go, never staying longer than absolutely necessary. No strings, no emotions, no attachments, no problem.

That all changed when Dazai left the mafia and along with it, Chuuya.

It had taken them a long, long time to reconnect after their reunion and even longer to fall into something akin to a relationship, but they managed to pull through. Dazai and Chuuya each had a wedding ring around their ring finger and the scars, both mental and physical, to prove it.

It had taken them almost a year of being together for them to fall into bed with each other once more, both held back by insecurities and scars they were afraid of the other seeing. It was also nothing like their mafia days.

It was slow and emotional, an unspoken I love you in each rock of Dazai's hips and an even quieter I love you, too in the gentle kisses Chuuya pressed to his partner's jaw as encouragement to keep going. It was the hidden you're safe as Dazai wiped away the tears accumulating in Chuuya's eyes, stemming from years of emotional denial. It was the unshakable I trust you as they hit their highs together, Chuuya holding Dazai as he rode it out before letting the brunette clean him off for the first time instead of just doing it himself.

By the end of it they were strung out and exhausted in more ways than one, snuggling into each other before drifting off into a deep sleep. The final push was when Chuuya opened his eyes in the morning to see Dazai staring back at him, the corners of his honey brown gaze crinkling with his smile.

Dazai could never convince Chuuya to leave the mafia but he had convinced the redhead to marry him, so that's a win in the detective's mind. Speaking of, Dazai hadn't annoyed Chuuya nearly enough that day. . .

"Dazai-san," Atushsi said timidly from his desk, and his mentor looked up.

"What's up, Atsushi-kun?" Dazai grinned, and his protege's eyes flicked over to where Kunikida was printing out some documents in the corner.

"You might want to consider doing some work, Kunikida-san seems very uptight today," Atsushi suggested, and Dazai sighed.

"But Atsushi," he protested. "Kunikida-kun is always uptight, and besides! It's raining today and we haven't gotten any new cases in a while, one day of being lazy won't harm anyone."

"Make that every day, you fool," Kunikida interjected, coming up behind Dazai and smacking him on the back of the head with the folder he was carrying. "The day you actually do work is the day the world is ending."

"So mean," Dazai pouted, rubbing his head, before an idea hit him and he grinned devilishly.

"No," Kunikida said flatly, walking away.