CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 3

*GOJO POV*

Satoru pushed Dazai down on the table, settling between his legs. In turn, Dazai hooked his hands around the sorcerer's neck, bringing their chests closer. Their so called kiss turned into a heated make- out session where no one wanted to submit to the other. And Satoru liked it. Dazai was different, he was a challenge, a puzzle with pieces that didn't make any sense in the slightest. And that turned Satoru on so much. The feeling of holding this dangerous person and dominating him felt immaculate. Satoru loved every part of it. He wanted to possess every part of Dazai, to own him and wreck him.

Even if it was because he needed someone on his mental level to play with. When did he allowed himself to drown in the sweet taste of Dazai's lips, the soft touch of his hair and the way Dazai's body felt so right in his arms.

At one point they pulled back for air. Ah, a shame. Satoru's breathing hasn't been this ragged for a long time. He looked at Dazai. His face was flushed red and he was trying to normalize his breathing. And damn was he hot. Or beautiful? He genially didn't know what to call him. Dazai was that perfect middle everyone wanted to achieve. Something in Satoru twisted painfully, making him want to eat him up, to lock him like a doll and never let anyone else see him. Ah how he wanted to hide him and keep him for himself.

Satoru smiled, using his hand to push Dazai's hair out of his eyes. The brunet raised his hand, hooking his index finger over Gojo's shades. Then he pulled them down, setting them on the side. Satoru swallowed, leaning in for a kiss again. This time around he was gentle and slow, spending time to explore every part of Dazai's mouth. He wanted to do more and it wasn't just his dick talking. Every fiber of his whole being wanted to feel Dazai. And for the first time in a long while Satoru wondered, when was the last time he held someone so close.

Just when he was about to remove his shirt, his phone rang. Dazai pushed him back, frowning at the lightened screen.

"Who's Megumi?" He asked, frowning at the little ringing device and then looking back at Satoru. The sorcerer grabbed his phone, picking up the call without answering the question. He made a few steps back, putting distance between the both of them, engaging in the conversation.

"Megumi-kun?" Satoru chirped with a sing-song voice, successfully getting on the teen's nerves.

"Gojo-san, we got a new mission."

"Oh and what may it be?"

"To find a special-grade cursed object. Yaga-sensei thinks it's going to be another finger. Ijichi- san will give us the details tomorrow."

"I see. Well then, Megumi-kun, I have something important right now. Talk to you later."

"What- "

Gojo hung up the phone, turning it off. No one was going to interrupt them again. His student was to nag him later but whatever. He had someone important to do.

When Satoru turned around towards Dazai, he found him stuffing his mouth with the noodles like some kind of a squirrel. He couldn't help but chuckle. He then moved to sit next to Dazai. All his plans flying out the window as he started eating his own dish. Dazai was unpredictable, challenging and dangerous. He loved that new feeling of his skin crawling every time the stranger broke his Infinity. It felt refreshing but at the same time he felt vulnerable and small.

Even Toji wasn't able to do such damage. The hunter needed days for Satoru to tire out before stabbing him in the back and raining hell on him, eventually killing him. No, this time it was different. Dazai was strong... his technique made him dangerous.

"Tell me, Dazai, what did you do in your dimension?" Satoru yawned as he asked, reaching for his shades.

"Nothing of great importance."