Worst of You {DAZAKU One-shot}

Worst of You

His voice echoes through my head, again and again.

So close.

Right in my neck.

Breathing hot and sexy right into my neck.

"I fucking love you," he whispers, loving up a previous bruise.

I shudder at the memory.

It's horribly taunting.

"Please," I whisper out, slamming my head into the door in defeat.

My hands are spread out on it, and my knees are starting to hurt from sitting on them for so long.

"Go away, puppy."

I press down the desperate sob in my throat at the pet name.

"Dazai, I love you!" I shout.

In any other situation I would hate the way my voice shakes in desperation. He scoffs on the other side of the door and my stomach twists painfully.

"You never listened to me. You're always the one talking. But I don't care! I just love the sound of your voice."

Admitting this out loud hurts in a way I had no idea it would.

"Osamu!" I shout, growing increasingly brave.

"You came home the other day and I tasted Merlot on your lips. Chuuya on your lips, Dazai. I didn't say anything; I just kissed him away. Why? Because you have me! I'm yours!"

I hear the thunk of him sitting down, but I don't hear him opening the door.

"You took me to so many parties and you just talked to your friends! Dazai, all you did was let me down. But guess what? I'd let you do it all over again."

He's standing up. His hand is on the knob. The sob wretches from my throat.

"You have me right in the palm of your hand. There was a dotted line, and I eagerly signed myself... All of myself... To you."

The door swings open, and there he is. Towering over me, dark circles under his eyes. He hasn't showered in a solid week, and he got thinner. I shove myself onto him the minute I see him. He grabs my hips and immediately shoves his tongue into my mouth. A submissive sob sounds from my throat as I wrap my arms around his neck as I kiss him. My back arches in want. He leads me, still dominating the kiss, into his apartment and onto his bed.

I've always been his.

He treats me like shit every time.

I'm still his.

I  WANT to be his.

'Give me the worst of you and I'll still say.'

That's what I said on our first date.

And that statement stayed true on both our parts.