Before the Dawn

Chapter 2

The starry night brought rain from the sky. The sounds of metallic clinking filled the air. For a moment, he could feel the cold stinging of metal chains entering his wounds through struggle. As his vision comes back, faint memories start replaying in his mind. Soon it starts to make sense, and realization hits. In a heartbeat, Dazai's eyes darted all around the inside of the reinforced truck to find a trail of spilled blood. He rushed along the spillage to find a body which he could never bare to see in this state.

"Chuuya! Can you hear me?" - Dazai screamed over the sound of engine roars. Without a second of waste, he examined his partner, checking for any wounds which would be the cause of this. Heart filling with paranoia each second didn't help his shaky hands in finding what he could do to help. He lifted Chuuya's head and rested it on his shoulder in the most gentle matter. As their heartbeats collided, faint struggling could be heard. Chuuya took the time to catch his breath, scanning the environment. He eased up his shoulders at the touch of Dazai's hand on his back.

"I thought I lost you" - Chuuya closed his eyes in relief.

Oh the nightmare's he'll see, tomorrow.. The stars on their skin glow. They never wanted it to be this way, dreamless in early graves.

"You traitor..!" - he pushed away. Even with current wounds tearing his flesh, past scars were never forgotten.

They sat across from eachother. They're as numb as they look. Dazai was heartbroken. Chuuya was even more.

"Even at death's door, you're as lively as ever"

"Shut up jackass. You got us into this."

"You don't trust me, don't you?"

"You wish. After all that.. I wished to never see you again."

"We have one last job."

"I'd rather die in this rust-bucket than help you."

Dazai looks down at Chuuya's shaking hands, which were covered with torn gloves. He removes his hands and turns his head away from him. Dazai finally speaks.

"You don't have a better plan, do you?"

"No.. I can't concentrate."

Dazai leans forward.

"Don't. You even. Dare ." - Chuuya reveals his knife and swiftly presses it against the brunette's neck.

"Dare what?" Dazai looks into his mirrored eyes.

Chuuya's grip tightens around the blade's handle as they stare into each other's eyes.

Their lips lock into an unbreakable enchantment, overcoming any pain the Double Black had. The hungriness in their kiss indicated loneliness and long lost lust which was revived the moment they felt each other. The sound of metal was heard as the blade dropped under their scarred bodies, only encouraging trust in each other.

Chuuya let go of all his worries and melted into the tender kiss, letting Dazai know how much he's missed him. He responds with a moan, letting his tongue do the work. They pull apart and dive in. Chuuya's hands appear on Dazai's neck for support, as his make their way down to the redhead's waist. Addicted to each other, like violent drugs, none dare to break the contact. The fuse has been lit, there is no going back until detonation tonight. Slowly, the bandaged freak's hands made their way even lower, having full control over his mafioso. He wanted to be the tattoo ink that swims down through the needle of his skin. Chuuya replied with a tug on the brunette's hair. The kiss broke as Dazai caught his breath for the first time. The pin was ripped away from his heart.. There was a bottomless explosion that ignited him. He helped him out of his battle-ripped jeans without missing a beat. Hunger was prominent. The redhead rose to meet the brunette's eyes, and tears were shed once he felt his insides. With slight, gentle motions, screams in the dark were becoming louder. The bandaged freak took his time studying his partner's ever-changing expression, adjusting positions each time he whined in pleasure.

Chuuya raised his hand placing it on Dazai's shoulder, removing his coat, pulling off his shirt. Many bandages are revealed, unwinding by the second. He lifted himself up to his neck, feeling his skin, gently biting the outline of Dazai's jawline. Heavy breathing only encouraged Chuuya. The brunette lifted him on his lap by his hips, bringing them closer than before. The hatrack guided Dazai, adjusting on his lap. Steady thrusting made a gasp escape Chuuya's mouth. His partner ripped off his bloody shirt, with a gun mark showing under it. He pressed his lips against the wound, hearing Chuuya whimpering from pleasure and pain. Dazai held the redhead's arms against the wall, their naked skin touching, wounds bleeding one over another. Hot breaths land on each other as Dazai turns Chuuya on. The bandaged freak fastens his pace while his partner struggles to keep up with the non-stop emotions escaping his mouth, to which Dazai only responds in going harder.

For a split second, their breathing synced, enjoying the feeling of the moment. The night was not safe, but this time they were safe in each other's arms. As they came closer to detonation, the redhead pulled Dazai closer, holding his hands so tight, almost breaking his wrists. Slowly, Dazai removed his member and sighed with the biggest relief. Chuuya let go all control of his body and fell into Dazai's worked up chest. Not too long after they both collapsed on the cold floor.

"You're home..!" - the bandaged one couldn't keep his loud, breathless whimper in.

"I'm home." - hatrack replied in pleasure.

One, long awaited kiss, sealed their destinies under the blue moon forever.