CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 7

DAZAI POV

After he successfully made Gojo scarce to anywhere that wasn't the building he sat at the table with Chuuya as they both stared at each other. Finally, after a while Chuuya spoke up.

"So? What's the plan?"

"What plan?" Dazai smirked playing with a new roll of bandages, spinning it in between his fingers and making it disappear in his coat.

"Of us getting out of here." Chuuya rolled his eyes, being completely done with his partner. "I find it hard to believe that you've been here for almost two weeks and still don't have plan."

"Of course I do." Dazai sighed dramatically and leaned back, pulling a copy of the map of Jujutsu High from his coat. "Learn this, we'll be needing it."

"Why?"

"I know who brought us here."

"You do?" Chuuya smiled for the first time this night, eyes glinting. "Good job, fucker. Well? Should I bring him here? Make him talk? Kill him?"

Dazai's smile only widened as he shook his head. There was no need for anything like that. For now, they simply needed to play their parts and get Gojo to trust them enough not to float next to the window, watching them like a shitty hawk as they talked.

"We do nothing now." Dazai clapped his hands.

"Come again?" Chuuya's smile fell.

"We can turn a new leaf, live our lives."

"With what money? With what education? With what fucking degree, Dazai?" Chuuya was now frowning. "We don't even have IDs!"

"I've secured a job. All you need to do is stay around." Dazai's grin grew in size as Chuuya's frown only deepened. "I'm a... drum roll, please... Teacher!"

"Crazy, that's what you are." Chuuya rubbed his temples with a sigh. "So what? Did you shoot at any of your "students" yet?"

"Now you're just being cruel, Chuuya!"

Chuuya scoffed, not offering his answer as silence fell over them. They were both in their own minds, thoughts about his whole ordeal and all the fucked up things that were happening in the past weeks.

After a while Gojo entered his apartment, shades upon his nose and a whole lot of confidence. Chuuya frowned, stated he was calling it a night and walked to the guest room, slamming the door shut. And probably locking it, if Dazai was to depend on the knowledge he had on the ginger.

"So you know who send you here?" Gojo's eyes bore holes at the sides of Dazai's head.

"I do."

"Tell me."

"How about a no?"

Dazai smirked, seeing the slight tick in Gojo's eyebrow. Now with Chuuya out of the way he felt much more free to move around as he wished.

"Figure it out yourself, gorgeous~" Dazai taunted. Oh, just how fun was to tease Gojo. Some twisted part of him wanted to see those pretty blue eyes on rings around his fingers.

"I might do just that. And then what?"

Gojo stalked towards him, almost predatory as his face darkened. Dazai felt pleasant shivers run down his spine. It wasn't everyday he was feeling anything at all. Especially with a stranger who was blond enough to outshine the sun.

Or better yet – to shame the moon, judging by the impossible white color the mop on Gojo's head was.

"You'll go back to your old life?" Gojo was now too close to him, breathing down at his face. "Continue being part of the mafia?"

"Finally you've figured it out, took your sweet time too~" Dazai smirked right in his face.

"I've always had the idea in my head, your partner just confirmed it. So you were indeed going to shoot my student?"

"No, I was going to shoot the kid you raised."

Silence fell over them both with Dazai still smiling and Gojo mirroring his expression. Dazai found immense joy in the beautiful display of emotional turmoil Gojo was going through. How did he know? He didn't. He was smart enough to figure it out on his own. But he had to admit, Gojo's poker face was as good as his. But not better, nobody was better.

"Just how much do you know?" Gojo's voice was hushed, eyes glinting with amusement and curiosity, never judgement or hatred. Dazai found it funny.

"Enough to help me turn your life upside down if I wanted to."

"Try me."

Gojo leaned towards him, cupping Dazai's face. And he let him. Dazai didn't see the need to stop the man from what he wanted. They were both greedy after all. Maybe a little bit shameless and selfish too? Who cared?

Dazai grinned, squeezing the front of Gojo's uniform and pulling him down for a kiss. It was rough and heated and full with raw emotion. They were both acting on instincts, moving through the house until they reached the couch and Gojo dropped them on it carefully. The soft cushions and on it almost annoyed Dazai, taking up too much space on the furniture.

He didn't stop their make-out session while using his hand to drop down every little pillow on the ground. Now that was much better.

Gojo chuckled, leaning away for a moment, disconnecting their lips. They were down in a heap of tangled limbs and heavy breaths. And Dazai used the perfect moment to shamelessly roll his hips forward, grinding his tight over Gojo's dick. He could feel it hardening for mere moments, smirking in an almost smug way.

"Now you're just being mean." Gojo whined, much like the man child he often portrayed himself as.

"And you're acting again like you do in front of Yaga." Dazai countered almost immediately.

"It's not an act." He defended with a fake offended frown.

"It is, because you're scared of showing what a monster you actually are~"

Dazai's words were sweet, coated in honey and sugar. Yet they made Gojo visibly stiffen.

Gojo let a small smirk play on his lips, his eyes darkening with something apart from the lust they were both feeling. Dazai shivered yet again and he lived for that feeling of excitement.

"That's funny, hearing it from a man with a body count well over three hundred." Gojo's own smug smile was now irking Dazai to retort. So what if the man knew how many people he had killed over the years? It wasn't a secret in his dimension anyway.

"Just how hard did you have to think to come to this conclusion?"

"Took me longer than I would've liked. Around ten minutes?"

Dazai burst out laughing, folding under Gojo to hold his stomach and wipe at his eyes. He enjoyed this. The information Gojo had of him, the things he could do with them. Dazai enjoyed the feeling of finally meeting someone capable and smart enough to actually try and succeed in their little mind games.

"You enjoying yourself, darling?" Gojo's voice was rolling off his lips in a seductive manner as he playfully slid his hands down Dazai's waist and towards his pants.

Dazai didn't moan, he just sucked in a breath, refusing to give in so easily to the temptation that was Gojo. He was a man too after all.

"Still not giving up?" It was Gojo's turn to taunt, lips pulled in an unfairly pretty grin.

Dazai could choose form between two options right now. First – go flirty and admit defeat for one night and enjoy himself. And two – ask about Geto Suguru. He was a hundred percent sure Gojo would flip if he was to ask of the dark haired man. But at the same time he wanted to test out a lot of theories.

"I surrender. For now." Dazai decided to leave the trauma talk for later, when he was feeling more on the sadism side.

Gojo's smirk was as annoying as ever as he bent down and undid Dazai's pants with his teeth. That was going to be a night to remember.