Bound by Obsession

Part 6

Dazai had lost track of time in Fyodor's captivity. The days had merged into one long, exhausting stretch, filled with cryptic conversations, uncomfortable closeness, and Fyodor's obsessive attention. The Decay of Angels had been playing their games with him, but Dazai had endured, his mind always racing, searching for an opening.

Fyodor had taken to visiting him often, his demeanor a strange blend of gentleness and control. Today, he had come alone again, sitting across from Dazai, his dark eyes never leaving Dazai's.

"You look tired, Osamu," Fyodor murmured, leaning forward, his hands resting on Dazai's armrests, his face dangerously close. "I could make all of this easier for you, you know. You just have to accept your place—right here, by my side."

Dazai tilted his head, his lips curling into a faint, almost teasing smile. "You're relentless, Fedya. I suppose there's something almost charming about that," he said, his voice soft, a calculated inflection of playfulness in it.

Fyodor's eyes glimmered with something dark, something possessive. He moved closer, his hand coming up to cup Dazai's cheek, his fingers sliding along his jawline. "Charming? Perhaps. But you know, Osamu, I always get what I want in the end."

Before Dazai could reply, the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash. Chuuya stood in the doorway, his eyes wide, fury blazing within them as he took in the sight before him—Dazai, still bound, but with Fyodor leaning in so intimately, his hand caressing Dazai's face.

"Dazai!" Chuuya shouted, his voice trembling with both rage and disbelief. His eyes darted between Dazai and Fyodor, his heart pounding as an overwhelming sense of jealousy and betrayal surged through him.

Fyodor looked up, his expression unbothered, a serene smile still playing on his lips. "Ah, Nakahara Chuuya. Right on time," he said, almost as if he'd been expecting this interruption.

Chuuya's fists clenched, his gravitational energy beginning to flare, making the ground beneath him tremble. He glared at Fyodor, his voice a low growl. "Get your hands off him, you bastard."

Dazai, seemingly unfazed, gave Chuuya a faint smile, his eyes glinting with something that could almost be mistaken for amusement. "Chuuya, you're always making such dramatic entrances," he drawled, though his gaze softened at seeing his partner.

Chuuya's face twisted, an indescribable mix of anger and something else—something raw and vulnerable. He took a step forward, his gaze never leaving Fyodor. "I'm not playing around, Fyodor. Move away from him."

Fyodor sighed, standing up and releasing Dazai, his smile never faltering. "As you wish," he said, stepping back with an infuriating calmness. "But do remember, Osamu and I were having quite a moment. It would be rude to interrupt."

Chuuya's eyes narrowed, his rage boiling over as he stormed towards Dazai, his ability sparking in the air around him. "Shut up!" he shouted, his focus entirely on getting to Dazai, on ensuring he was okay.

He reached Dazai's side, his hands shaking slightly as he started to undo the restraints. "Damn it, Dazai, what were you thinking? Letting him get so close..." Chuuya muttered, his voice cracking, the weight of everything catching up to him.

Dazai looked up at him, his expression softening, his voice low. "Chuuya, you know I didn't have much of a choice. But, for what it's worth... I knew you'd come."

Chuuya paused, his breath hitching for just a moment. He shook his head, his jaw clenched as he pulled Dazai free from the chair. "Idiot. I'm always going to come for you, no matter what," he said, his voice fierce, a confession hidden beneath his anger.

Fyodor watched the two of them, his eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of annoyance passing over his calm expression. He took a step back, his smile fading just a bit. "How touching. But, Chuuya, do you really think you can keep Osamu away from me? We have something... deeper, something you could never understand."

Chuuya's head snapped up, his eyes burning with rage as he glared at Fyodor. "Shut up. You have no idea what Dazai and I have been through. You think this is just a game, but you don't know a damn thing about him."

Fyodor's smile returned, colder now. "Perhaps. But we'll see, won't we?"

Chuuya didn't respond. He pulled Dazai to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist to support him. "We're getting out of here, now," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Dazai nodded, his gaze lingering on Fyodor for a moment longer before he turned his attention fully to Chuuya. "Lead the way, partner."

Chuuya tightened his grip on Dazai, his heart pounding with a mix of emotions—anger, fear, jealousy, and something far more tender. He wouldn't let Fyodor win. He wouldn't let anyone take Dazai away from him.

And as they made their way out, Chuuya couldn't help but glance back at Fyodor, a promise burning in his eyes. No matter what it took, he'd keep Dazai safe. Even if it meant facing the darkness that Fyodor represented, he'd fight for him. Because, despite everything, Dazai was his—whether Dazai realized it or not.