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Reward [Rape/Non Con]

A tired chuuya was heading home. It was a regular day of work, they had succeeded in a mission the day before, all that was left was reports, and some office work. As the ginger was heading to the elevator, one of his many subordinates ran up to him. He had seen her before once or twice, a blonde, formal girl, only a little shorter than Chuuya.

"Chuuya-san! Chuuya-san!"

"Hah? What?"

"Mori-sama wanted to see you."

"Really? Who should I bring? Ane-san?"

"No one, he ordered you alone."

"Huh? Okay.." Chuuya answered, confused at this sudden meeting. He had never met with the boss alone. He was always either with one of his subordinates or Kouyou.

Chuuya entered Mori's office apprehensively. With the boss, anything was to be expected.

"Ah. Chuuya-kun," Mori said, his usual cold smile appearing on his face.

"Hello boss."

"How did the mission go? I haven't gotten the reports yet."

"Oh, I finished them in the morning. The mission was successful. We wiped out the organization without notifying nearby civilians." Chuuya had met all the standards, why was he alone? Had he done something wrong? Was he in trouble?

"Good, good. Now, do you know why you're here?"

"N-No, Boss."

"Well, Let me start with this, are you loyal to the Port Mafia?"

"What? Of course."

Mori got up from his office and approached Chuuya.

"Well, this is your reward."

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Chuuya didn't know how he even got up. He didn't know how he got in his home, how he searched for his keys, he didn't know, he didn't care. He didn't even realise the warm salty streaks of liquid pouring down his face. He was shaking almost violently as he sobbed quietly.

The Agency decided on a short day after they had finished three cases in one day. (Most credit goes to a reluctant Ranpo.) Dazai, having nothing better to do, decided to annoy his chibi. As he walked up to his home, the door was almost closed. Not enough to see the inside of his home, but not all the way closed. That's strange, Chibi was always aware of closing and locking his door. The brunette walked in, meaning to yell a hello, he wasn't expecting...well, this. Chuuya's room was to the right, usually not visible to the people at the door, but his door was open again. The executive was curled up into a tiny ball, hand over his mouth as he shook. Tears were barely visible but Dazai knew. It wasn't often Chuuya was crying, it was almost never. Has something happened? Has he been hurt? Does it have to do something with the date?

"Hello~ chibi!" Chuuya opened his tightly shut eyes, but appeared to not have recognized the voice as he curled up even tighter. Shakes becoming more violent. Okay, now Dazai was genuinely concerned. Dazai walked up to the shaking figure, and touched his shoulder. Chuuya made a frightened yelp, snapping his head up. His usual fiery, sapphire eyes, full of fear and blurry with tears. The terrified man curled up faster than Dazai could comprehend the look on the ginger's face.

"Chibi?" Dazai asked, crouching down to see Chuuya's face. His eyes were shut tight as silent tears fell down his face. His knees were covering half his face, probably trying to cover his eyes too.

"What happened? You.. you okay?" He knew it was a stupid question, what had Chuuya always said when he was upset. Back when the two were 15... what had he said?

Dazai sat next to the ginger, attempting to grasp what had happened. He noticed Chuuya's hands were at his head, trying to pull out his hair..maybe? Dazai hurriedly grabbed the man's hands, trying to get him to stop.

Chuuya felt the weight on his arm, but didn't know who it was. The petite ginger started begging in a shaking voice "not to" and that he had enough for one day. Chuuya had been.. Hurt? No, no one could hurt Chuuya this bad. So...what had happened?

"P-please... please no.. I-I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't... please.." Chuuya yelled.Dazai watched the ginger try to calm down, until he noticed his breathing become more hitched and fast. He quickly grabbed his right hand and placed it on his own chest. Chuuya slowly calmed down as he followed Dazai's breaths.

"Breathe Chuu...breathe.."

"Z-zai..?" Chuuya choked, looking up to the brunette.

"Hi Chibi!" Dazai could have cried from relief as he heard the man's voice. Chuuya threw himself onto the brunette using the rest of his energy, as his tears stained Dazai's jacket. Chuuya could have passed out right then and there if it weren't for Dazai cupping Chuuya's face so he can get a better look. Dazai scanned the man for any injuries. None were visible, since Chuuya was still wearing his usual work outfit. Dazai decided that Chuuya didn't have the energy for a bath so the brunette looked around for any shirts. Dazai got up from Chuuya's bed, trying to find an article of clothing as fast as possible, not letting Chuuya try to hurt himself again. The brunette found a large, green shirt with a fish on it. He smirked softly as Dazai noticed it was his own shirt from when he was 15.

"Chibi~! Here's my shirt from when I was 15! You should be able to fit in them since you're so short~"

Chuuya looked up tiredly but still replied with a slap, a very soft one at that. Dazai laughed as he removed Chuuya's jacket. Dazai looked solemnly at the bruises on the ginger's arms. A few cuts and dark purple, bright yellow bruises littered the shorter man's body. Chuuya shivered in the cold room as Dazai brought out the separate shirt. He helped put the shirt on the other's body, as he could barely lift his arms at this point.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Dazai asked, as the two men sat on Chuuya's bed, watching T.V. Chuuya was hugging Dazai tiredly as he tried to pay attention. It had only been around an hour, but that hour had taken a lot out on Chuuya.

Chuuya groaned, exhausted, trying to form the right words for what had happened. "Mori.." he sighed, before closing his eyes again and falling asleep. Dazai called his former boss using Chuuya's phone, telling the man in a demanding tone that he wasn't going to work the next day. The rest of the mafia seemed to have gotten the memo, as the boss was never seen again.