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The Feverish Needs of the Young of Heart

Tw/Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Undercover Mission
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Chuuya looked outside the small plane window at the seemingly motionless clouds. He sighed tiredly and looked at his wristwatch. Seven hours he had been stuck on this damned plane, his destination: London.

"I need you to take care of something in Europe. I trust you will have no trouble with it"

Mori gave him a sickening and saccharine smile, one of those that never bring anything good, those ones Chuuya had sadly grown quite accustomed to. Gesturing to the case file placed perfectly on top of his polished mahogany desk, Mori watched him like a hawk, the ginger feeling a cold sweat starting to form on his skin, a chill in his bones. Chuuya took the yellow folder in his hands and read the white tag on its right corner.

'CONFIDENTIAL; OPERATION 'NIGRUM CARITATE'; FILE RESERVED TO P.M. EXEC.s'

He opened the small metal button that held the dossier together and started going through the pages, each one of them branded with a blood red 'confidential' stamp smudged over the black ink words.

"The UK? What business do we have there?"

"You'll find everything you need to know in those pages; don't worry you'll have all the time to go over them through your flight. I have already arranged everything, all you have to do is give the aliases to the hotel staff and they will handle your reservation. Our client already knows the location."

Chuuya nodded absentmindedly and looked back at the papers in his hands, his eyes falling on a paragraph on the front page of the file.

'DESIGNED AGENTS: N.CHUUYA/ O.DAZAI'

Chuuya had gone over the files alright. In fact, he had read them a million times trying to distract himself from the man who was sleeping soundly a few seats in front of him, his eyes lingering perhaps a second too long over his relaxed features, a sight rare to see.

When Mori had in fact told him that no, it wasn't a joke and yes, he was going to be stuck working with Dazai for three days in a remote corner of London, he almost had a stroke.

Recently Chuuya had found himself struggling more than usual to keep his cool around Dazai, and for the completely wrong reasons. He had been, and still was, confused regarding the nature of this new change of pace in his and Dazai's relationship. The brunette had been acting somewhat differently too; they still bickered and argued, but his teasing lacked heat and real venom; and that was what confused Chuuya the most.

'Have we changed? Have I changed and was too lost in this new side of you to notice?'

The mission itself wasn't too hard: they had to go and gather some intel from one of their informants and do some persuasion if deemed necessary. Nothing Chuuya couldn't handle on his own; that's why when his protests fell on deaf ears on Mori's side, he spent the night out, frustrated and angry, wandering through the streets of Yokohama, trying to calm his spiking nerves.

Dazai on the other hand seemed eager to spend these next few days annoying the ever-living shit out of him. The idea of being stranded on the small first class section of the plane for twelve plus hours gave him nausea, still deciding on whether throwing himself or Dazai out of the plane was the best option.

After spending the first few hours trying to get under his skin, Dazai had finally given up, not after almost causing the hostess to almost throw them out the airlock in desperation and prompting the ever present 'Sir you're causing a commotion' at least five times from the other first class passengers and various members of the crew.