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

I Love you like a Pack of Dogs

chuuya came too laying on a bed. it wasn't a great bed but he wasn't complaining. his wounds had fresh dressing most of the dried blood was wiped away. it seemed like he must have won whatever fight he got into and then passed out. dazai probably got him to some safe house and cleaned him up a little he also came to notice that in the process his partner seemed to have absconded with most of his cloths. he tried to get up almost instantly crumpling to the ground with a thud.

"did sleeping beauty finally awake?" he heard an exceptionally aggravating voice yell from the other room.

"you better not have kissed me when i was out you fucking pervert!" he yelled back with as much malice and he could muster without passing out again.

dazai came around to learn against he doorframe. he looked down at chuuya who was still on the floor. "i was a perfect gentleman."

"fuck you" he glared as hard as he could wile still being forced to look up at dazai. he tried to stand to at least getting a little closer to eye level but the best he could do was get to his knees. "suck my dick you fucking mackerel"

dazai couldn't resist laughing. chuuya was the strongest man in the mafia in terms of raw power. and here he was half naked trying to spit insults up at him. he walked up to where chuuya sat. "have you taken a moment to think about your position here?" chuuya desperately wanted to wipe the smirk off the executives face. "it seems like chuuya needs to relax a little bit. does he want some help?"

chuuya wanted to kill him. he might be injured at the moment but even a weak hit could pack a good punch if he put his ability behind it. but dazai noticed the his attempt to move and grabbed a fistful of chuuya's hair, using his own ability to neutralize the power behind the blow.

"now that's no way to treat the person who carried you off the battle field. i even got you all fixed up and into a bed. i think you need to learn some manors. don't you?" the gleam in his eye look dangerous.

"why are you doing this now?" chuuya asked through gritted teeth. the bastard was really starting to piss him off.

dazai just shrugged. "im bored." he wasn't lying, but he also left out most of the important information. when they were dumbass teenagers sharing an apartment they didn't have all that much privacy. sure chuuya quickly caught one to why dazai wore the bandages all the time. but dazai also got a firsthand view of chuuya's coping mechanisms. the night after a job come home at two in the morning shitfaced with some stranger double his age from the bar he snuck into.

dazai would never admit it but the sounds that came from his partners room those nights always fascinated him. he would hear the different men say filthy degrading things. there were always cruel names, taunting laughs, harsh slaps. but the real interesting part was always chuuya's responses. he'd hear shameless moans and screams from the redhead. wet gagging sounds, struggled breaths, strangled cries of different names and honorifics. sir, master, sometimes even daddy. the next morning was always interesting since he never let the men spend the night. chuuya would wake up with bruises, cuts, bite marks black eyes and they would eat breakfast in silence. dazi pretending that he didn't know his roommate was begging for a strangers cock in his ass a few hours prior. they only talked about it once. it was a very short conversation.

"do you really have to keep bringing your middle aged men here? can't you get fucked somewhere else for once?"

"do you really have to leave all your bloody bandages in the bathroom trash? can't you just finish the job for once?"

but that was years ago. it wasn't like they had never messed around before but he always told himself if the opportunity ever came around for something more he would take it. simply because he wanted to see chuuya fall apart. now might not be the best time, but chuuya was stressed, and dazai was bored.