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

Damn that gun he's packing

Tw/Tags: Couch Sex, Dirty Thoughts, Crack and Smut, Rough Sex
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Nakahara Chuuya has been waiting for a chance to get revenge on his ex-partner for toying with him all those years ago,

Dazai Osamu thought it was hilarious and endearing to watch his partner try and get payback,
because it was usually the perfect opening for him to tease that difficult slug~

But this time, things seemed to actually go in Chuuya's favour and for once, steering into the opposite direction of what Dazai had initially planned.

It was a coincidence,
them meeting that day.

Dazai was just on his way home from a long day of annoying his co-workers and pretending to be a hindrance,
he walked past an alleyway and of course, the red bundle of hair caught his eyes immediately.

Chuuya had just come back from a mission the boss had given him, to patrol the Yokohama skyline and be on the lookout for anything suspicious looking.

He went off in an already sour mood, since the boss refused to give him anymore details or fill him in on what might be going on.

To be frank, it pissed him off.

He was an executive,
an executive, who was asked to basically safeguard whatever the mafia on the ground, couldn't.
And then he was withheld information about potential threats.
They couldn't be serious!

Loyal, as the short ginger was, he did as he was asked anyway and once the sun had started to set and he pronounced Yokohama's upper half as clear, he landed in a dark alleyway, to get on his way back to the headquarters.

When all of a sudden, he made eye contact with the only person who could make his already awful day, even worse.

The bandaged man opened his mouth, his eyes glistening mischievously, ready to say something, that Chuuya could only assume was supposed to rile him up
but before he could get a word out Chuuya shouted,

"No! Okay, no fucking way. I'm not putting up with you tonight. Get lost"

Which only caused Dazai's mouth to curl up in a smirk,

"Ah, I couldn't be happier to see you either, slug."

Chuuya simply flipped him off and turned around, too tired to deal with that vagabond.

"Fuck off, Mackerel."

And with that, he used his ability to get to the Port Mafia's base quicker, so he could get that stupid report over with already.

Dazai watched, expression unchanging, amused. He was contemplating, whether or not he should push Chuuya's limits more and keep bothering him, or to just drop it, after having easily been able to tell, the other hasn't had the best day.

But because it was Dazai, he almost immediately decided to get on Chuuya's nerves some more, after all he couldn't ever pass up a chance on troubling Chuuya.

He got on his way, calculating how much time he had until Chuuya would be done with the boss.

What? Don't tell me you thought Dazai wouldn't know exactly what Chuuya was up to.

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Sighing, Chuuya closed the door to the Port Mafia's headquarters behind him, on his way out.

He was drained and ready to just get home, run a hot bath, get drunk and indulge a little.

So, imagine his surprise when he opened the door to his apartment, just to see the bandage wasting bastard again.

Standing in his apartment, smugly, just like that.