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

A Night to Remember

"He's an American, here's his profile."

Mori swiftly handed Chuuya a file, when he flipped it open it detailed the breakdown of his next target; F. Scott Fitzgerald. Mori explained to Chuuya that the newly arrived group of foreigners had come to Yokohama in an attempt to financially rule the city.

They were targeting Yokohama Casino, but Mori was quick identify and plans to dismantle the threat. The head of the mafia wanted to send them a flashy threat however due to recent over the top events - eg. Explosions, car chases and public shootings - the Port Mafia had been gaining a lot of unwanted attention, so he decided to use his best assets for this kind of task. Subtle and swift, Chuuya would spike the intruder and hand him off to Mori without anyone noticing.

"A night out at the Casino? What time?" Smirking, Chuuya threw the file on to the desk already planning his outfit for the night, guaranteed to make the American weak.

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Chuuya turned around and looked at the back of his reflection, smirking, he admired how the tight black leather pants shaped his body so well. Slim around the legs and perfectly contouring his round ass.

He gave a sway in the mirror practicing his dance and was so satisfied with himself. Chuuya heard the car pull up and he finished attaching his body strap over his shirt, classy yet kinky. One last spray of cologne on his neck and he locked his door and made his way out, only to be greeted with an unwelcome sight leaning on his mailbox.

What the fuck is he doing here?

"Why do you look so surprised, Chibi-chan?" His bandaged casually hand flicked the cigarette, and he twisted his foot on it whilst showing Chuuya his bestest smile, enjoying himself from Chuuya's obvious pain. Dazai looked tired, but still, that suit fitted him nicely...

"What are you doing here? I don't need you looking over my shoulder tonight you'll blow my cover and make me look bad." Chuuya scoffed at Dazai.

Dazai opened the car door for the other and paused to explain.

"Don't worry, precious Chibi-chan, Mori just wanted me to tag along in case things get messy, which - when they will, there will be someone to save your ass." Dazai looked down. "But for now, you can relax, I'll be nowhere near you and you will be free to carry on with your..."

Dazai paused here to let his eyes move from Chuuya's loose buttoned top, then down to his lower half, returning back straight into his eyes.

"...well your persuasions." Looking straight at Chuuya, Dazai's stare was relentless and it made Chuuya self-conscious. He looked away and fiddled with his shirt.

Quickly though, his comeback settled the air, "If everything goes smoothly, then I'll be swift. Fitz will be out by midnight. I really can't see why Mori insisted on you tagging along but if you fucking blow my cover I swear-"

Dazai lifted his hand and nodded to show Chuuya he understood, he moved to get into the driver seat. Chuuya took a breath and got into the passenger seat. He sat in the seat and fiddled reflecting on what just happened with Dazai, he felt somewhat nervous now that Dazai was going to be nearby.

Was Dazai flirting before?

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They made it to Yokohama Casino, though the car ride was thick with awkward left-over sexual tension. Chuuya kept looking out the window in an attempt to ignore Dazai's nonchalant side glances but the car ride left him flustered and confused. He needed to focus on tonight and just how he was going to approach this Fitzgerald.

When they arrived Chuuya had never been so grateful to see that glorious casino of theirs. He took a few moments to collect himself outside and let Dazai go in separately. The night air was cool. A few deep breaths, Chuuya reached in his pocket where the vial was. He adjusted his outfit looking into the reflection of the car, smiled once more at how attractive he looked, boosted his confidence and entered the Casino.