The drug in me is you

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The door closed, and Chuuya took dazai by the collar getting him closer to his face. He didn't want to talk, that was obvious. All he wanted right now, is someone to get held by.

Anyone would do, even his ex-partner that was also his ex-lover and now is probably his enemy, but that's not the point-

Dazai lays his hands on the man's thighs, before going through his neck. Giving multiple kisses that slowly turned into marks.

At this point, Chuuya was frustrated, he first takes off Dazai's coat. He didn't want to ask but, where was that old black coat Mori gave him?

For him, Dazai lets the Ginger's hat falls on the floor while he's still sucking on his neck's skin.

He wanted him so bad, if he could he would fuck him right here, on the wall, but he stays a gentleman. Even if leaving without saying anything wasn't very gentlemanly of him, Dazai picks up Chuuya. The legs around the brunette waist, he sighs a bit, getting tired of that "hard to get" situation.

"Let's go to my room." He said with a huff.

"Okay, Chibi." He walked to the room and opened the door, keeping the lights on.

Letting Chuuya on the bed, he starts to undress him, but the moment he went to his pants, the redhead blocks him.

"The lights, off, now." Not a real sentence but Osamu understood, that said, he looked at him, with an uncertain gaze.

"Why?"

"Why- why are you asking in the first place? Im asking you to turn the lights off! Stop being annoying for once!" Muttered the smallest in an angry tone.

"Fine.." he gets up and does as he was told. Chuuya finally unbuckles his pants.

This done, he goes back on the top of his one-night stand. Lover? Ex-partner? Dazai can't really put a name on the actual situation they're having right now.

That said, even if the lights were off, Dazai could still see Chuuya.

The moon was directly lighting Chuuya's face and half of his body.

Osamu looks at him with a grin then leans down, going from his neck to his chest.

Suddenly, he gently embraces the operating scars of the smallest.

Chuuya used to blush whenever they were younger. He knew it wasn't good looking but Dazai made him understand the contrary and even after all these years he still do it.

Going further, he finds himself facing Chuuya's cunt. He stays still for five seconds before the ginger groans a bit.

"Are you done looking or how is it?"

Osamu laughs a little then nods.

Without warning, he enters one finger. A gasp escapes the executor's lips. He wasn't ready for that. He excepted the man's tongue, not his finger.

As Dazai's finger starts moving, his tongue slides under his clit, steadily moving.

This moment would probably be the last where Chuuya and he would be together. For one night, he wanted to be unforgettable.

He wanted Chuuya to think about him every single time he touches himself. Every single time he tries to get with someone else. After this night, he would remember him.

That's a promise.

Pretty toxic, right? Dazai is like this. Always have been. His love is a poison, a poison that Chuuya can't and won't escape.

Moans escaped his lips as Dazai went faster adding another finger.

"Slow...Down asshole-" he lays his hands on his ex-boyfriend's hand, but Dazai takes both in hand, clutching them, preventing him from blocking what he wanted to do.

He didn't say anything, he was just ready to make a mess of Chuuya. A third finger added and Dazai bites the redhead's thighs.

"Dazai- it hurts..." he whispered as the room gets smaller.

Once again, the concerned didn't respond he just kept going with what he had in mind.

Minutes passed, and Dazai, then, noticed Chuuya's legs shaking and his body squirming, he took out his fingers, getting on his knees. He took his beloved by the waist and turns his face against the bed.

"Dazai-" he tried to say something, anything but seems like the one who was making him "suffer" won't let him.

"I'm going to fuck you, so why don't you shut up, okay love?"

He did want to argue but the brunette push himself inside him.

The redhead was trying to not moan. He didn't want anyone to hear him.

However, Dazai smirks when he notices that the gravity user is trying to hold back.  It won't work. He is sure that at the end of the night, the neighbours would come to tell him to be less loud.

He started pounding into Chuuya. At first, it was slow, but the man easily lost control.

His thrusts get increasingly faster not letting a second of rest to Chuuya.

While his movements get faster and faster each second, he grabbed Chuuya's beautiful red hair and pulls his head.

When it's about the one who gets pleasure, he was so lost. Everything felt good and terrible at the same time. Many voices said it was wrong, what if Dazai was using him and the fact that he's so rough tonight it's to make him end up unconscious then take all the information he got at his house- wait no. He trusted and he still trusts Dazai. Even after all this time, there's a sparkle in his heart saying that even if he's not anymore on his side, Dazai would never do that.

This guy may be, many things, a lot of things but not a liar. Well, to him.

Thinking about this made him feel even dizzier, his body trying to hold back the orgasm that is coming and his brain saying that he was not supposed to enjoy that even though he was the one who took Dazai to his place.

Everything was so blurry.

Like his feelings toward his ex-lover.

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His eyes slowly opened as the sun made its way to the room like the moon did last night.

Chuuya felt cold as if nothing was around. Suddenly, he opens his eyes and looked around. Nobody was next to him. Not like he excepted the tallest to be here. He knows he would leave like he always did.

His heart felt a pression as he saw no one there. Not even maybe a shower sound, nothing.

What did you even think about asshole? Of course, he would leave, but why in the first place would he still be there, he's him, we took different paths and it's just a one-night stand stuff...

That would've been the last time Chuuya saw Dazai.

Until.

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