The hunter hunted || Saigiku Jōno x Osamu Dazai [18+]

The twisted encounter

Dark, weary and nasty - these words fit the best as the description of the weather. Dark skies are clouded with thick, gray rain-clouds, as a strong breeze freezes the air down to 21°F (-6°C) temperature. As if the weather wasn't bad enough, thunderbolts and lighting came to accompany the dreaded weather. Truly a day you don't want to step out of the bed.

"Tell me, Saigiku - how does it feel to be the one hunted?", a man stood in shadow, masking his identity as he felt entertained, observing the man in front of him limper in a futile attempt to escape. It's hard to note what or how, but the latest ADA's trouble, a.k.a., being framed for murder, quickly turned sour for our dear hunting dogs. For Saigiku, it it's rather more difficult to understand their whereabouts, but the man who's hiding is being rather helpful in this sense. "We're at the ADA, you should give up the running, after all - we're playing on my turf now.", You could hear the man mocking our poor hunting dog with a slight tone of laughter lingering in his voice. "You're the same as Dostoevsky, Dazai. . ." the limping man yelled out to the hiding man, as he stumbled upon a closed door. "What do you expect to gain from all of this?" Saigiku asked Dazai, as his hand finally found the door knob. Upon twisting it, the door began to creek as it opened wide as Saigiku fell forward inside the room. Trying to inspect his surroundings, he limped deeper within the room, only to be confronted by the sound of the door shutting closed. Dazais fingers had been resting gently against the wooden door, but as he close it shut, he gave Saigiku a malicious look "This is where the fun will begin.", slowly he walked towards Saigiku, who in response turned against Dazai, trying to step back, only to hit against some object. "Where are we?" Saigiku asked boldly, attempting to hide his fear. He isn't someone who's quick to be frightened, but at this moment he knew there is a genuine danger in front of him. After all, Osamu Dazai is a man so many have claimed to be on an equal playing field as Dostoevsky Fyodor. Even the most bold should be cautious around this man. As Dazai walked up to Saigiku, he took ahold of the mans shoulders, twisting and pushing him down to a strange chair. Chuckling in one of his cheerful habits, as for example, during the times Dazai provides comic relief for his fellow colleagues, he exclaimed "Were at the doctors office!". Saigiku wrapped his wrists around Dazais, trying to push them off himself, yet he didn't have enough strength for it. Dazai seemed to be entertained by this look. "Akiko Yosano's. . . office?" Saigiku asked Dazai, and by the sensation of vibration in the air, he assumed Dazai had been nodding in approval. "You see, Saigiku, we in the ADA lost alot in this mishap. You seem to believe we are a criminal organization, when in reality, besides me, no one wanted to kill anyone. But as of me...." As Dazai leaned in, whispering in his ear, Dazai moved one of his arm towards the buttons of Saigiku's shirt, slowly opening them one by one. At this point, Saigiku began to become skirmish, trying harder to break loose, trowing his arms around trying to push the man off himself once again. "STOP IT!" Saigiku seemed to be terrified around now, understanding he can't run anywhere. A slight anger was heard coming from Dazai's mouth "Stop. . . moving around, you're making this difficult." He grabbed and pulled Saigiku by his hair in an attempt to try and get the man to stay quiet and calm, while he used his other hand to rip open his shirt, exposing the terrified mans' clear chest. Saigiku froze still as he felt the other lean in towards his neck, and gently push his lips agaist the smooth, delicate skin. The sensation was cold, yet burning at the same time. Dazai chuckled, as he whispered "Oh. . . ? So that shut you up?" before his teeth gently carved in the mans neck once again. Saigiku Whimpered in excitement, only to realize that he's falling for Dazai. "See, Saigiku. . ." Dazai crawled on top of him, on the chair, as he took took Saigiku's hand as he slowly, yet steadily tugged it down towards his crotch. "I am different from others in ADA. I was a criminal after all. . . And as Port Mafia thought me, i need to punish those who come after me. . ." But before Dazai finished his sentence, he leaned in and gave a tender kiss on the others lips, his tongue intertwined withing Saigiku's. As he pulled his mouth farther from Saigiku, Dazai finished his sentence ". . . but since i'm not in Port Mafia anymore. . . I'll make you crave me, little by little, until you will kneel in front of me.", Dazai gave a warm laugh, as he wrapped his hand around Saigiku's wrist, before pushing it around his jawline "As it looks to me, it seems like it's already working". Then Dazai proceeded to continue embracing Saigiku, as he felt Saigiku holding his other hand tightly around his crotch area. "You're so passive, yet at the same time, you crave me. . . it's cute" Dazai mumbled out of breath, as he continued to kiss Saigiku. "Still speechless? I have always wondered how blind people perceive situations as these. . ." Dazai exclaimed to the other, as he unzipped his pants, before continuing to ask "Would you mind telling me. . . pretty please?" Partially, Saigiku wanted to answer Dazai, but regardless, he was too busy with the racing thoughts within his sharp yet fragile mind. "What am i doing?" Saigiku thought to himself ". . . Dazai is a criminal. This is un-ethical. . . This. . . It's abuse!". He turned his blushing face to his side as he stretched out his hands with a soft yet so firm grip to which Dazai complied as he fell curious to what he was feeling. "If this is so wrong. . . why does it feel good? Should i even like this? this feels like a moral suicide. How would i ever be able to look my colleagues in the eye, knowing what i did?" Saigiku seemed to be wishing a sign, a hint. . . or basically anything to justify his lust for the offender. "Theoretically. . .he still is violating me. I- I didn't say i gave consent. I could tell them he-" but before Saigiku could finish this twisted thought, he realized that his impure need for Dazai has lead him thinking just like a criminal himself. "You know Dazai. . ." Saigiku muttered with a shaky voice so silently and carefully, as if he knew that any of his words could, or more likely - would - be used against him "it's funny. . . I was just thinking, how i would rather incriminate myself simply to frame you for sexual assault, rather than accept that i want this. . ." Dazai gave a goofy look as he stood silent for a moment. He wanted to say "Oh? Why is that?", But Dazai is a gifted man after all - for him, all of Saigiku's reasonings weren't hard to figure. Thus Dazai trew a smirk on his lips as he nearly explained to Saigiku his own mind, as if he'd been some sort of therapist - " "I can't do this, what will they think of me!" or "If i will go any further, i will loose any dignity left!", perhaps "I've never done this before. . . do i really want it? Do i want this to go like this?". . . Did i get it?" Dazai once again took Saigiku's arms, yet this time, he slowly moved them towards his own shirt, giving Saigiku directions to open it. As of this moment, Dazai had lead the other to follow his urges. Slowly, yet steadily, as both men tangled their slowly undressing, naked bodies, it seemed as if the moment was frozen within time. There the both man were - daring in their pursuit for sensation, nude and ready to made the huge step they couldn't go back from.

But alas, things never seem to end as one could wish. Perhaps, it's even better for both men that right before the sinful and unappealing act had been interrupted right before it began by Saigiku's commander Ōchi Fukuchi. Commander was an older man - he'd experience a lot of weird or straight forward - uncanny occurrences, yet even for him this left his eyes wide open. in a fit of anger, the man shouted "This is unacceptable! What do you think you're doing?", Said commander as massive, loud stomps hit the wooden floor. "Have you completely lost your mind, Saigiku?" The man with boiling red face yelled towards his teammate, as he pushed Dazai against the wall, before putting him in his place "And you. . . i should murder you on the spot you wile cretin." Yet the mans words fell on death ears, as all Dazai did was laugh beneath his breath. To him, this outcome was most humorous. Ōchi let go of Dazai, and as he turned towards Saigiku, he shouted once more "Pick up your shit get dressed and come with me. . . What am i even supposed to do about this situation now?" Thus this strange sequence of events had been stopped by one man. Perhaps Saigiku should be thankful, as the other ensured that all has not been lost just yet.