A/N: Happy chapter №100! Warning: this chapter contains NSFW content. I thought I'd treat the thirsty writers this update~

Enjoy!

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"You need to learn to take responsibility for your actions, Osamu."

The words ring through his head repeatedly. How did he get himself into such a predicament? He knows Chuuya can get annoyed at him when he does certain things, but he's unsure that it could warrant this.

Waves surge through him and his entire body shakes. He feels the tug of the scarves as he shudders.

Right now, Dazai can't remember what he did to cause Chuuya to resort to doing something like this. But he's sure he deserves it.

He grips onto the sheet and a strand of saliva drips down his lip, rolling onto the white satin like a miniscule droplet of the crimson ichor his lover is probably spilling right now. He wants to reach out for his lover, but knows he is absent at this moment. His hands cannot free themselves from the sheet as he convulses. The bandages are so tight and the light is blocked much more than he thought it would be.

His breath hitches over and over again as he longs for the redhead to show up. He needs to hear his voice, feel his touch, especially now, sitting here, deprived of all senses except one. He throws his head back even though he's on all fours, breathlessly pleading for his lover to come through the door.

But this is a punishment. He knows he'll be stuck here, alone, for however long Chuuya desires.

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"Dazai-san, do you think you could tell me how I'm supposed to sign this—"

Atsushi approaches his superior's desk, carrying a slip of paperwork, unfamiliar with how to file it. Despite the way Dazai pushes back filling out paperwork, Atsushi makes the safe assumption that Dazai knows how to do it—the brunette's opposition to it is not based on difficulty, after all.

He is surprised when he finds that Dazai's desk is empty. The detective likes to slack off at work, but at least he actually shows up.

The weretiger freezes in place, gripping the paper with both hands. "Dazai-san?" he whispers pointlessly.

He turns around and surveys the room for anyone nearby, finding his superior's bespectacled partner, slouched at his desk and studying a sheet of paper.

"K-Kunikida-san? May I have a word?"

Kunikida lets out a sigh at being disrupted, turning to look at Atsushi. "What is it?"

"Have you seen Dazai-san at all today? He's not at his desk, and I haven't seen him all day."

The blond drinks in what Atsushi just said and groans loud and unrestrained. "Damn it…" he mumbles.

He picks up his phone and dials Dazai's number, planning to give him a piece of his mind for not turning up to work.

♡

Dazai hears the sound of his phone ringing on the bedside table, recognizing the custom ringtone he set to Kunikida: said blond screaming at him.

Dazai's back caves and he clenches the sheets, whining desperately. He cannot reach his phone, due to the restraints around his ankles, and the surges passing through his body make him incapable of thinking about anything but his lover, the man who put him in this situation.

"Ah...n-no…"

The front side of his body collapses into the bed, rear end stuck up in the air, face in the warm white sheets, chest heaving. Never has he felt more upset about ignoring Kunikida's call, phone ringing over and over again, as restless as he is as of this moment. He convulses and drool oozes from his mouth. He digs his nails into the sheets for dear life, unable to see.

"Chuu...ya…"

His legs twitch.

"C-come home…"

♡

"Hi! You've reached Dazai Osamu! If you're hearing this, I'm probably committing suicide. Leave a message after the little beep in case I fail so I can get back to you~"

Kunikida smashes his head into his desk as Dazai does not answer the phone for the fourth consecutive time. His glasses fly up to the top of his head and he screams into the wood.

Atsushi grips onto the paper in his hands, face red. "I-I'm sorry for troubling you, Kunikida-san—"

"No."

Kunikida lifts his head up from the desk, glasses still askew on his forehead, but he can make out the confused tilt of the white-haired boy's head.

"He never misses work. We need to figure out where that bastard is."

"How do you propose we do that?"

Kunikida bounces his head up and down, glasses falling back over his eyes, and he thinks. Of course today of all days was one where Ranpo decided to go out and buy candy. "You have the number of his old mafia cohort, right?"

Atsushi nods.

"Call him. Maybe he knows where he is."

Confused but obedient, Atsushi goes back to his own desk, picking up his phone and dialing Chuuya's number, putting the phone to his ear, nervous. Despite the redhead's short stature and the behavior Atsushi would witness him exhibit while in Dazai's presence, the weretiger has always been afraid of him. There is a deep crimson darkness that lingers in the mafia executive's shadow that spikes Atsushi's spine with fear, regardless of circumstance. He bites his thumbnail nervously as he hears the dial-up tone.

"Hello?"

Atsushi grasps the corner of his desk nervously as he hears Chuuya's voice. "N-Nakahara-san?"

On the other end of the line, Chuuya smiles faintly, kicking his feet up. "I've told you, just call me Chuuya. My enemies call be by my surname."

Atsushi blips over Chuuya's second sentence and gets straight to the point. "Ch-Chuuya-san. I have a question."

Chuuya plays with a pen on his desk. "What is your question?"

"Do you know where Dazai-san is? He hasn't shown up for work and K-Kunikida-san said you might know."

Chuuya chuckles to himself at the young man's words. He pictures the scene back at his home, Dazai writhing on his bed, panting so heavily his breath could be visible—

"Ah, yes, he stayed home. He has a cold."

—holding onto the bedsheet for dear life and Chuuya's name slipping past his lips constantly despite the lack of Chuuya's presence—

"Just a cold. Nothing the bandaged maniac can't handle."

—vision blocked by bandages and sweating and possibly crying profusely as he's stimulated relentlessly.

"You need not worry. I'm sure he'll be at work again tomorrow."

He chuckles again and that's when Atsushi decides to speak up. "H-how do you know he has a cold?"

Chuuya twines a tendril of his fiery hair around his finger absent-mindedly. "I've known that man for a long time. I could probably tell you what he's doing this very minute."

He smirks to himself.

"He's lying in bed...very warm and sweaty. He's probably restless."

Atsushi lets out a long exhale. "S-so...you're sure he's okay?"

"I'm sure he'll be fine. You'll most likely see him tomorrow."

He quickly starts talking before the weretiger questions his phrasing.

"I'm afraid I need to go now. It was nice speaking with you, Nakajima-san."

Then the line goes dead.

Atsushi stands there, phone in hand, frozen in place, unsure how to process a single thing that just happened.

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Dazai trembles as his oversensitivity rises, needing release more than ever, still holding the lower half of his body up in the air and breathless noises escaping his lips. He thinks he's been here for hours.

His ringing ears pick up the faint sound of the bedroom door opening, and hears the clicking of very familiar shoes on the wood floor, soon enough being muffled by the carpet.

The redhead looks at his lover with pride and amusement, chuckling to himself. He takes off his coat, then pulls off his gloves and weaves his fingers into sweaty, matted-down, chocolate-colored hair.

"Good evening, my naughty love. How've you been holding up?"

Dazai does not see Chuuya, but recognizes that soothing voice from anywhere. He feels as if the ringing in his ears cease and that he can focus on something beyond the vibrations when that voice reaches his ears.

"You're a mess. Let this be a lesson to you."

He grins and massages Dazai's scalp, the tenderness a drastically different sensation than the one Chuuya has subjected Dazai to throughout the day.

Dazai wishes desperately that at the very least Chuuya would take his blindfold off, but knows that even that is a far-fetched request. After all, this is a punishment. Speaking of—

"Chuuya...what did I...do wrong…?"

The redhead removes his hand from Dazai's hair, Dazai whining at being robbed of Chuuya's touch. His legs jerk and he clenches the sheets, feet slightly elevated at being held by the scarves tied to the headboard posts. Chuuya laughs. "You don't even remember what you've done? Goodness, you deserve more of a punishment for that~"

Chuuya walks over to the bedside table, lifting up a small pink remote next to Dazai's phone, pressing a button shaped like an upward arrow. He grins at the way Dazai yelps and shakes.

"But upping the vibrations won't make you remember, so I suppose I'll just tell you."

He slips the remote in his pocket and walks back to the foot of the bed. He reaches around and grabs Dazai's chin, forcefully lifting his head up off the bed. The bandages over his eyes are damp; he must've been crying. How cute.

"I am so tired of seeing you flirt with countless women and propose double suicide with them. I was tired of it five years ago, and I still am now. You're not dying, and no woman will accept your offer. Besides, Osamu…"

He slips his free hand into his pocket and intensifies Dazai's stimulus more, drinking in the loud sound Dazai makes at it. He chuckles and leans forward; Dazai does not need to see it, he can feel the warm breath of his lover.

"You belong to me, and only me."

If this were a year ago, Dazai would most likely protest and say he does not belong to anyone, even though he knew then and knows now that Chuuya is all talk. Even so, the two of them can each be quite possessive.

And Dazai is way too worn out to argue. Besides, agreeing with his lover will most likely get him what he wants faster.

He worms out of Chuuya's hand and flops over on the mattress. "Y-yes, I do! I belong to Chuuya!" he wails like a besotted whore. "I-I'm so sorry, I won't do it again! Not anymore! Not to Chuuya!"

He breathes heavily and his legs twitch incessantly, his pre-come dripping all over the sheet.

Deep down, Chuuya knows that's not true. He knows there is no way he can stop Dazai from his antics just by doing this—it's a habit Dazai could break over time. But for now, he can pretend, as can the brunette.

"Yeah? You promise?" He takes the remote from his pocket and twirls it around with his fingers.

"Yes, Chuuya, yes! I promise!"

Chuuya smiles deviously and slowly approaches Dazai, lifting his head up, hand reaching for the tear-stained bandages over his eyes and pulling it off, and damn, he's so glad he does. Dazai's eyes are big and desperate and seeing him like that makes him feel lighter than air, lighter than his ability could ever make him; he feels like he's hit cloud nine. He kisses his nose and lowers the vibrations slightly. "Good boy~"

Dazai moans at Chuuya's praise. He grips tight onto the sheet and squirms around, sweat dripping off his forehead beautifully. His chest heaves and his mouth is agape. "Please, Chuuya…ah…"

Chuuya grins at Dazai's struggle for words. Really, he feels like he has ascended. "Goodness, the great Dazai Osamu, usually the one who always has a comeback, is speechless. A rare, delicious sight, indeed. Mm, yes...I'll never forget this."

His hand moves down and he gently holds Dazai by the throat.

"Now, please what? You need to use your words, Osamu."

Dazai convulses and gasps at the gentle pressure on his neck. He likes to claim he hates pain, but both of them know he's a liar. "P-please...let me come, Chuuya…"

Ah, that's right. The brunette has been tied up to the bed, a vibe massaging his prostate for hours, and not even allowed to release.

Chuuya chuckles, shoving Dazai down into the bed and rolling him on his back. The scarves twist, but that doesn't matter right now. The gasps Dazai lets out at being manhandled make Chuuya oh so happy. He stares at his desperate face for a few moments. Absolutely beautiful, he thinks.

His eyes go down to Dazai's dick, flushed red and soaking wet with pre-come, restrained by a pink cock ring Chuuya had kept hidden for an event such as this. Dazai arches his back as he watches Chuuya stare at him, whining and hollering pathetically.

"Please, Chuuya! Please, I need to come so bad…"

Chuuya climbs onto the bed, sitting in between Dazai's legs. He unties the scarves from around his ankles, draping the brunette's legs over his shoulders. "Do you want anything else from me, princess?" The nickname is taunting, as is the question.

Dazai moans as Chuuya pushes him into an even more provocative position. "Y-yes, I...I want Chuuya to take off his clothes and fuck me."

Chuuya chortles. Dazai is almost never this forward with what he wants. Ordinarily he beats around the bush, not used to being the one without control. So Chuuya savors Dazai's pathetic wishes—but does not grant them. He wags a finger back and forth tauntingly. "Ah ah, this is a punishment, Osamu. I'm afraid I can't do that for you."

The question in and of itself was rhetorical and pointless; regardless of what Dazai requested, he would not grant it. He merely wanted to hear him beg. Dazai knew that, but allowed himself to have hope.

"But I will let you come. You've been cooped up like this long enough."

Chuuya reaches down, pulling the ring off of the base of Dazai's dick. The instant it is removed, Dazai comes, wailing loudly as he finally gets his release after waiting for hours. Chuuya grins as he watches him come, never tiring of the way his eyes roll back and his tongue lolls out every time.

Chuuya does not remove or even turn off the vibe, still abusing Dazai's now extremely oversensitive prostate. The brunette squirms as he continues feeling the sensations, but doesn't complain—after all this, one orgasm wouldn't cut it for him.

Chuuya's fingers begin to dance up and down Dazai's thigh, his smile now tender. "So beautiful...God, I love you like this: all sweaty and twitchy, whining like a bitch."

He chuckles and Dazai makes an annoyed moaning sound in response.

"You know, your Agency buddies were all worried about you...I got a call from that Atsushi boy this afternoon, wondering where you were."

Chuuya's words hardly reach Dazai's ears, chest heaving up and down, up and down.

"I told him you'd most likely be back tomorrow, but...judging from your demeanor, it doesn't look like you'll be of a stable mind to for a few days~"

Chuuya pokes the head of Dazai's dick, already hard again, with one finger, savoring the sound Dazai makes at the touch.

"You know, helped me get through the day, knowing you were here, begging for me to come home. Today was long and grueling; I'm always happy to come home to you."

Dazai opens his eyes slightly, staring at Chuuya and very slowly absorbing his words.

"I love you."

With that, Dazai reaches his climax again, senses going kaput as he comes, a squeak escaping his lips. His body goes limp.

At last, Chuuya takes out the remote and turns off the vibrator. He smiles and pulls it out, leaving it to stray in between Dazai's legs. Dazai sighs loud as the stimulations finally stop. "Ahh, still weak to those words, huh?"

Chuuya reaches over the bedside table, grabbing tissues and wiping off Dazai's chest. He chuckles to himself at the abundance of come Dazai released, but says nothing of it. After Dazai has been wiped down, he lifts him up and seats him in his lap. Dazai's eyes widen and he grabs onto Chuuya's bicep at the sudden movement.

"I suppose I'll have to tell you more, yeah?"

Dazai does not answer. Chuuya then smiles, kissing his lover's clavicle.

"I love you."

Dazai grips harder at the words.

"I love you."

Chuuya's kisses move around, along Dazai's neck, face, torso, all over his body, each kiss having a bonus "I love you" included.

Dazai melts into Chuuya's arms, still shaking slightly. He remembers back when he would cry every time he heard those words, so unused to the knowledge of someone loving him. Even now, he's not entirely used to it. But, slowly, he's learning to accept it.

He leans down, pushing Chuuya into the headboard and kissing his lips, accuracy surprisingly unerring despite his cloudy eyes and head. Chuuya accepts the kiss happily, holding onto Dazai's back, smiling against his lips.

"I love you," he mumbles against his mouth one more time.

Dazai sighs against Chuuya's lips, and replies, softly, "I love you, too."

Chuuya's heart flutters at Dazai's words, and he holds him there for a few more minutes, kissing him, before finally pulling away.

He lifts Dazai up and places him on the bed, a small frown now on Dazai's face from being deprived of touch. But Chuuya smiles.

"Now, get yourself dressed decently. I'm gonna go make some dinner for us."

He stands up from the bed. Even if he just gave Dazai a punishment, he can't help but want to spoil him.

"Tonight's meal will be crab."

Chuuya laughs softly at the way Dazai's eyes sparkle at the prospect.

"I love you."

Dazai watches Chuuya exit the room. Even if he was just brutally punished, that redhead still always manages to make him oh so happy.

He gets up and stumbles to the closet, looking for some clothes.

"I love you too," he says under his breath as he listens to the clicking of familiar shoes on the wood, heart fluttering and dancing in his ribcage.

Really, he couldn't be happier.