Peppermint (Osamu Dazai x Chuuya Nakahara)

Peppermint

A silent chilly room at the beginning of November, filled with only the sounds of the keyboards on a laptop. There goes Chuuya Nakahara typing his report in the middle of the night at around 11, he suddenly told by his boss—Mori—to have the report right before midnight on the doorstep of Mori’s office room. He needed to finish it as soon as possible so he can drink some wine from his beloved wine cellar hidden somewhere in his apartment room. He lit up another cigarette and put it in his mouth, his eyes beginning to redden from the lack of sleep.

Chuuya began to wonder what happened to Mori that made him want the report done in just an hour after he arrived back from the deadly mission, most likely to assassinate someone specifically from a severely secured organization or family.

“It’s just literally impossible to finish the report in just an hour…” Chuuya groaned as he banged his head onto his work table, frustrated. “Not to mention Koyou-san somewhat turned the goddamned heater off.” He muttered as he felt chills down his whole body. A light warmth from his cigarette doesn’t make any difference, it’s not really helping him.

“Ah, fuck it!” He aggressively saved his report and slammed the laptop closed and put on his coat. “I don’t even give a damn anymore.” He muttered as he took his cigarette box and put it into his coat pocket. Chuuya turned off the office’s lights and left the building. As soon as he stepped out, the cool breeze hit his bare face. He saw a tall figure just beside the trashcan.

“Working overtime? I’ve been waiting for you.” He smiled, Dazai Osamu. His former partner in crime.

“Sucks to be you then. And, how do you know I’m back from my mission?" Chuuya asked suspiciously. “Mori-san said you would be back by 11, I guess I came here after you entered the building, so I didn’t saw you earlier.” Dazai gave him a soft, cheery smile.

“Chuuya, want to go to my place?” Dazai approached him. “What? It’s November, Dazai!” He glared, taking a few steps back, avoiding the taller man. “I have a heater now!” He sparkled. “Ugh, no.” Chuuya gave him a bitter expression. “I just want to go home and sleep, Dazai. So, fuck off.” Chuuya lowers his hat and threw the cigarette on the ground.

Dazai grabbed Chuuya’s hand and pulled him close to his body. “Oh? Are you sure you’re just going to go home and sleep?” He whispered. “W-what?! Get off me!” Chuuya struggled. “We haven’t done it for a while now…” Dazai growled into Chuuya’s cold ear. It sent a shiver down Chuuya’s spine.

“I bet you missed my touch.” Dazai teasingly touched Chuuya’s chest. “This is in public, you moron!” Chuuya grabbed his wrist from touching any part of his body. Dazai pulled him into a heated kiss as his hands wrapped around Chuuya’s small waist.

“Nnh… mmn…” Chuuya let out small moans in between kisses that just aroused the taller male more. ‘tastes like cigarette…’ Dazai thought as his tongue explored Chuuya’s mouth. They just had to pull away for a little something called air. “Ah… it’s dangerous to moan like that out here.” Dazai whispered. “T-then don’t do that, idiot!” Chuuya glared, his body is already weak from the kiss. “Let’s head back to my place, yeah?” Dazai kissed his forehead.

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Dazai aggressively bites and sucked on Chuuya’s neck, removing his choker in the process as he pushed Chuuya against the door. “Ah! That hurts!”

“But you like this right?” Dazai growled as he licked the mark he just made. A mark that makes everyone know that Chuuya belongs to him. “M-Moron…” Chuuya pulled up his face and kissed his lips. Dazai just couldn’t take it. He lifted Chuuya up and let his legs wrapped around his waist.