Fragments of Us - Soukoku Oneshots

1. Behind Closed Doors ❤️‍🩹

Dazai strolled through the bustling streets of Yokohama, a playful spring in his step as he approached the familiar building of the Port Mafia. Anticipation bubbled within him, and he chuckled at the thought of Chuuya's flustered reaction when he barged in.

As he entered the office, the air was thick with the scent of ink and paper, punctuated by the sounds of chatter and clattering keyboards. Dazai's gaze swept across the room until it landed on Chuuya, his fiery hair contrasting sharply with the dull office decor. Chuuya was hunched over a mountain of paperwork, pen in hand, his brow furrowed in concentration. Dazai felt a mischievous grin tug at his lips.

"Hey, Chuuya!" he called out, trying to keep his voice light and teasing.

Chuuya glanced up, surprise quickly morphing into irritation. "Dazai! What are you doing here? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Oh, come on! Just a little break won't hurt, right?" Dazai stepped closer, leaning casually against the doorframe, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chuuya sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustration battling with the hint of amusement in his eyes. "You don't get it, do you? I have deadlines to meet! I can't just drop everything for you."

Dazai feigned a pout, but the restlessness inside him grew. He hated seeing Chuuya so overwhelmed. "But you look adorable when you're focused~ Just one minute? For me?"

Chuuya glared, but a blush crept onto his cheeks, betraying his resolve. "Fine, one minute. Then you need to leave."

"Perfect!" Dazai closed the door behind him with a soft click, sealing them in a bubble of intimacy.

The atmosphere shifted as the door clicked shut, the outside world fading away. Dazai moved closer, leaning against Chuuya's desk, his gaze fixed on those striking blue eyes. "You know, it's not fair that you're always so serious. Let me help you unwind~"

Chuuya rolled his eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "You're impossible."

"Maybe," Dazai murmured, his voice dropping as he leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "But I think you secretly enjoy my company."

Before Chuuya could retort, Dazai's hand slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him in. Their lips met in a sudden rush, the warmth igniting between them. Dazai's kiss was soft at first, coaxing Chuuya to melt against him, but it quickly deepened, urgency surging as he felt Chuuya respond.

Chuuya's hands found their way to Dazai's waist, pulling him closer, bodies pressing together as the desk dug into Dazai's back. Dazai's fingers tangled in Chuuya's hair, the roughness of his stubble contrasting with the softness of his touch.

Their kisses grew more fervent, tongues brushing against one another, igniting a fire that surged through Dazai's veins.

As Dazai pulled Chuuya fully against him, he reveled in the way their bodies fit together. He traced the curve of Chuuya's jaw with his thumb, savoring the way Chuuya leaned into his touch, the world outside fading completely.

Chuuya's breath quickened as Dazai deepened the kiss, exploring the sweet, intoxicating taste of him. The urgency grew, each kiss becoming more passionate, more desperate, as if they were trying to consume each other.

Dazai's hands roamed down Chuuya's sides, fingers skimming over his waist and pulling him even closer. Chuuya responded eagerly, his fingers gripping Dazai's shirt, tugging him in as their bodies pressed flush against each other. The heat radiated between them, and Dazai could feel Chuuya's heartbeat quickening beneath his palm.

In a sudden surge of passion, Dazai pushed Chuuya back against the desk, the papers fluttering slightly as he trapped him there. The shift in position only fueled their desire, and Dazai's kisses grew more intense, his lips moving with a hunger that was hard to contain. Chuuya responded in kind, his breath mingling with Dazai's as he pulled him in closer, their bodies melting together.

"Dazai..." Chuuya murmured between kisses, a mix of frustration and longing in his voice.

"Just a little longer.." Dazai whispered, his lips brushing against Chuuya's, the playful tone laced with genuine affection.

He peppered kisses along Chuuya's jaw, reveling in the soft gasps that escaped his partner's lips. The desk was hard against Chuuya's back, but he didn't care; all that mattered was the heat of Dazai's body pressed against him and the intoxicating taste of his kisses.

As their make out session intensified, Dazai's hands explored Chuuya's sides, fingers tracing the outline of his shirt, feeling the muscles beneath. Chuuya's breath hitched as Dazai's fingers brushed against the hem, teasing him. The sensation sent shivers down Chuuya's spine, igniting a deeper hunger within him.

With every kiss, every caress, they lost themselves further in each other, oblivious to the ticking clock or the papers scattered around them. Dazai could feel Chuuya's tension easing, the frustration of the day melting away as their connection deepened.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and panting, Chuuya rested his forehead against Dazai's, their breaths mingling in the quiet office. "You're going to get me in trouble."

"Trouble is my specialty," Dazai teased, a playful glint in his eyes. "But don't worry, I'll take the blame."

Chuuya let out a soft laugh, the earlier frustration evaporating as he gazed into Dazai's playful eyes. "Just... don't let anyone catch us."

Dazai leaned in for one last quick kiss, savoring the warmth and sweetness of the moment. He felt an exhilaration coursing through him, knowing that even amidst the chaos of their lives, moments like this made everything worth it all.