Fragments of Us - Soukoku Oneshots

22. The Dance of Dominance ❤️‍🔥

Content Warning: This chapter contains smut. If you are uncomfortable with it, feel free to skip it. ^^

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The heavy scent of cigarette and lingering alcohol filled the room. It was one of the Port Mafia's high-end clubhouses, dimly lit and secluded, perfect for meetings far from prying eyes. Dazai lounged on the leather couch, his eyes tracing Chuuya's every move. Chuuya paced back and forth, his jacket tossed aside, shirt half unbuttoned from the day's activities. The tension between them had been building all day, with Dazai dropping sly comments every chance he got, pushing Chuuya's buttons.

"You've been acting strange today, Dazai," Chuuya muttered, shooting a glare at him. "Care to explain?"

Dazai's smirk widened, stretching lazily as if the air between them wasn't thick with unsaid words. "Strange, Chuuya? I'm always strange. But you've been more reactive than usual. Something on your mind?"

Chuuya scoffed. "Only you can piss me off this much." He crossed the room with quick, determined strides, towering over Dazai, eyes glowing with that familiar fire. "You think you can just toy with me whenever you feel like it?"

Dazai's gaze darkened slightly, his fingers reaching for Chuuya's wrist, pulling him down until he was straddling his lap. Chuuya's breath hitched, his defiance still burning in his expression but faltering under the closeness.

"I don't just think it," Dazai whispered, voice low, teasing, "I know I can."

Before Chuuya could retort, Dazai's fingers brushed up his sides, tugging lightly at his shirt, exposing more skin to the cool air. Chuuya's sharp intake of breath was all the response Dazai needed. His touch was slow, deliberate, his fingers grazing over Chuuya's collarbones, inching toward the black leather collar Chuuya still wore; one he always wore as a reminder of his connection to the mafia, and perhaps, unknowingly, to Dazai.

"Let me guess," Dazai murmured, "you've been thinking about this all day. About what I'd do to you if we ended up alone."

Chuuya bit back a growl, trying to deny the truth in Dazai's words. He was supposed to be in control here, but the bastard had a way of crawling under his skin, making his blood simmer with frustration and desire. His chest rose and fell, and when he spoke, his voice was rough.

"You wish, Dazai."

"Oh, I don't have to wish."

Dazai's smirk grew sharper, and before Chuuya could blink, Dazai pulled a blindfold from his pocket. "You'll enjoy this," he added, voice dripping with amusement as he tied it securely over Chuuya's eyes, plunging him into darkness.

Chuuya jerked his head, but Dazai's hand was firm against his neck, fingers brushing the collar, tightening it ever so slightly. Chuuya's breath stuttered, his body reacting instinctively to the sudden loss of sight and the soft but possessive touch on his neck.

"Fuck you, Dazai," Chuuya cursed, but there was no real heat behind it. His senses were already heightened, every touch magnified. He could feel Dazai's breath ghosting across his lips, so close, yet not close enough.

"Patience, Chuuya," Dazai purred, voice soft but commanding. "Let me have my fun first."

Chuuya growled low in his throat, hands moving to rip off the blindfold, but Dazai was quicker, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. With his other hand, he toyed with the edge of Chuuya's waistband, teasing but never giving what Chuuya wanted, what he was too proud to ask for.

"You always act so tough," Dazai murmured, lips brushing the shell of Chuuya's ear. "But I know how easily you fall apart when I touch you like this." His fingers dipped under the waistband, grazing Chuuya's hips, and Chuuya let out a frustrated noise, biting his lip to keep from moaning.