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

Is it gay to give your partner a hand job when his arm is broken?

Tw/Tags: Mafia Soukoku | Double Black, Hand Jobs, First Kiss
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"Chuuya, don't ignore me," came Dazai's whiney voice and Chuuya could feel the beginning of a headache forming in the back of his skull. He deliberately tried to ignore his partner's annoying complaints for the past half hour while they worked on a mission report in Chuuya's office, but as the minutes ticked by, Dazai became more and more insistent with disturbing Chuuya's peace.

"What the fuck, you waste of bandages? What now?" Chuuya exclaimed as he finally gave in and turned his head towards Dazai, who was lazing around on one of the couches by the wall.

"I said I have a broken arm," Dazai blinked up at him expectantly.

"I know. What about it? You had your arm broken a thousand times before," Chuuya couldn't help but frown back at his partner. He knew perfectly well that Dazai broke his arm two days ago – it happened during a mission when the stupid Mackerel slipped on some rubble while he was trying to get to Chuuya to nullify Corruption before it went too far.

Hell, it wasn't even something uncommon. Chuuya had seen the brunet injured more times than not, but never before was Dazai such an obnoxious brat about the thing. A fact that spoke volumes about how the situation escalated because the younger guy was annoying even on his best days.

"I'm practically crippled now. I can barely do anything," Dazai pouted, and Chuuya could feel the impending headache finally setting in. So fucking annoying.

"It's not like you do that much anyway," he grumbled under his nose, not necessarily saying it for anybody to hear, but Dazai was closer now after abandoning his place on the couch. Of course, the brunet heard it and decided not to leave the comment unattained.

"Such rudeness I have to endure from you, Chuuya," he whined as he stalked closer to Chuuya's desk. "As my loyal dog, you should help me out."

"Wha-?" Chuuya exclaimed, his voice rising with barely concealed annoyance. "I'm not your fucking dog, you shitty excuse of a human being, and I already do your fucking paperwork!"

"But now I can't even do not work-related stuff," Dazai continued with his complaints, acting entirely ignorant to Chuuya's outburst as he plopped himself on the desk in front of the redhead. Chuuya could hear the papers crumple under the bastard's weight, and he had to curl his hands into tight fists to prevent himself from reaching out and throwing his partner across the room. "It was your fault, chibi. You should help out."

Well, in a twisted way, Dazai wasn't wrong by that assessment. Chuuya didn't necessarily have to use Corruption that day, they could've finished the job without Arahabaki's destructive power, but the redhead was impatient and opted for the quick solution instead. So, if he was truly honest with himself, Dazai's broken arm could've been avoided if it wasn't for Chuuya's poor decision-making on that day.

With a tired sigh, Chuuya finally gave up, "Fuck, okay, what do you need, Mackerel?"

It started with a couple of small favors. Dazai listed a bunch of medieval tasks ranging from grocery shopping (if canned crab and saké counted as groceries) to finishing all of the brunet's long-overdue paperwork (which made Chuuya so mad he almost threw Dazai out of the window).

All in all, Chuuya got through every little thing Dazai asked of him out of obligation, although with gritted teeth and a constant throbbing sensation buzzing in the back of his head. Well, until one day, approximately a week into their newly formed arrangement, Dazai dropped an absolute bomb on Chuuya.

They were waiting for the car in front of Headquarters when Dazai looked down at Chuuya with a thoughtful expression and stated, "I'm frustrated."

"Sad story, Mackerel. I am frustrated, too," Chuuya replied without a moment of hesitation. He was indeed frustrated – with all the stupid tasks Dazai bombarded him for the past week, he barely had time for himself, let alone relax.