CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 14

DAZAI POV

"You weren't exactly subtle." Gojo whispers in his ear.

They were sitting in the same park from the first day they met. The sweet cake between them was halfway gone. They were laying down on the soft grass, looking at the setting sun. (no pun intended)

"But I still got what I wanted." Dazai retorted.

"Yes, because I didn't allow those old geezers to fuck you up."

"I would have taken them down like flies."

Satoru rolled on top of him, obstructing his view of the sun and instead locking their eyes. Dazai raised an eyebrow, not amused at all at the half-assed attempt to annoy him.

"You're awfully honest today." Satoru whispered, leaning closer, lips hiding promises of a good time. "And I hate it when the competition makes it easy for me to win."

Dazai dropped the small smile that was sitting on his lips ever since they left the meeting room. He buried his hands in Satoru's hair, gripping hard enough to hurt.

"I've always been open with the things I want." He whispered, voice dropping an octave, just enough to sound threatening.

"I gathered." Satoru hissed lowly in pain as Dazai pulled his head closer but didn't try to get away from the steel grip.

It was Dazai's turn to lean in Satoru's space, licking the shell of his ear, hands snaking their way around his waist.

"And I want to see you wrecked." Dazai grinned again, something wide and vile.

Then Dazai pushed Satoru away and shoved another fork of cake in his mouth.

"Who is Kenjaku?"

"Who?" Satoru frowned, searching around the catacomb of his mind for somebody with this name. Blank.

Dazai sighed but didn't elaborate further and leaned back, hands crossed behind his head in a make-shift pillow. Gojo was being useless. Wasn't he supposed to be the strongest? What a load of bullshit.

While in the building where the meeting was held, Dazai used the chance to snoop around. He managed to find a few recent files of names and too amusing incidents for them to be coincidences. And what was the strangest thing of all? Gojo Satoru always seemed to be in the middle of every one of them. That annoying prick was playing dense and Dazai couldn't pretend it didn't bother him at least a bit.

So, he chose to keep quiet and maybe he would mention Amanai Riko another time.

Scratch that.

One look at Satoru's relaxed posture was enough to bug him and all his senses. Why not shake things a bit? After all, Dazai promised that he would ruin him. Maybe it was time for him to play one of his trump cards, discard some feelings along the way, ruin others. It would be amusing, interesting at best.

"I managed to look around the Zenin's office. A few interesting things popped up." Dazai twirled the plastic fork around his fingers, like he would do with a coin. "Fushiguro Toji for instance."

Dazai's smile crept up on his lips. He could feel it. The change in the atmosphere, the way Satoru's body tensed up almost immediately. It wasn't even funny at how easy it was to shake the man. Dazai didn't comment on it and instead took out his phone, searching up the photo of Amanai Riko he might have slipped a picture of.

He brought the screen up to Satoru's eye level and grinned too devilishly for it to be humanly possible. Dazai had to give it to the snowman, he was difficult to shake even with all this, though he didn't miss the almost hidden swallow that Satoru forced himself to make. Because Dazai could know and see everything. And he kept secrets the best out of all the executives of the PM. Precisely why Mori hadn't ordered his murder yet. Because Dazai knew how to make himself useful and dangerous.