A/N: Hey all, I know it's been a really long time. Writer's block has hit me really hard for a long time, but at least I finally finished some writing.
It feels good to be writing again. I hope this smutty Valentine's Day fic was worth the wait. I appreciate all of your patience.
I hope you all enjoy ♡

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“Wake up, Osamu…”

Dazai heard a faint voice as he was gently coaxed into the waking world, and the first thing he felt was soft, chapped lips against his neck.

“You'd better know what day it is.”

Dazai yawned and stretched his arms, and his eyes slowly opened. He saw Chuuya laying on him, kissing his neck sweetly. He must've been awake for awhile, Dazai thought. “Mm…” he whispered. “Good morning, Chuuya…”

“You know what today is, right?” Chuuya reiterated. He sat up, rolling off of Dazai, looking down at him surprisingly intensely for it being the morning.

Dazai rubbed his eyes and slowly turned his head to meet Chuuya's gaze. It could've been his sleepiness, but something about Chuuya's demeanor was off-putting to him. As if the taller man had done something wrong. “Mmn…I dunno…Friday?”

Chuuya tutted and shook his head slowly in disapproval. “Friday, February 14th,” he clarified. “Also known as Valentine's Day.”

“Oh, yes,” Dazai replied, allegedly remembering conveniently right at that moment. He stretched his legs and batted his eyelashes slowly. “Valentine's Day, of course. I remember, I remember…I have some chocolates hidden somewhere for you I think—”

Suddenly a finger was placed to Dazai's lip, shushing him. He promptly looked up at Chuuya, confused, and Chuuya seemed quite displeased by the brunette’s expression. “Don't look at me like you don't know what you did,” he said darkly. “Last year, you forgot about Valentine's Day. I went all out and made you a wonderful meal and dessert, and you didn't give me anything. And you remember what I said, don't you?”

“‘Happy Valentine's Day’?” Dazai guessed. He knew it was wrong, but said it anyway, having no memory of what Chuuya had said that day, and he decided instead it would be a wonderful idea to mess with Chuuya—little did he know what was coming for him.

Predictably, Chuuya scoffed. “Don't fuck with me,” he hissed, and he crossed his arms. “I said to you, ‘I’ll get you back for this next Valentine's Day.’ And now, that time has come. So you'd better wake up nice and quickly, Osamu.”

Dazai let out a soft whine and sat up slowly. “I woke up with kisses…why is Chuuya being so mean now?”

“It's called being lulled into a false sense of security,” Chuuya said. “Just like you did to me last year, making me think you had something nice ready for me when you had done jackshit. Now you'd better hurry up and get dressed while I prepare some food.”

And with that, Chuuya hopped off the bed and left the bedroom, and Dazai simply watched. Still confused, and still with no idea of what the redhead had planned.

~

Dazai looked in the mirror and adjusted his shirt just a bit. More awake now, he was able to think about how he felt a bit bad for forgetting Valentine's Day last year, and so he made sure to dress cute. He put on a turtleneck with some tight leather pants, and coupled it with the heart necklace on a long chain that Chuuya gifted him with years ago. He hoped Chuuya would like his outfit, although he was sure it wouldn't make up for the apparently heinous crime he committed last year.

Now that that was done, Dazai stood there, trying to think of how Chuuya was going to “get him back” for last year. Was he just going to make absolutely atrocious food and force Dazai to eat it? No way, Chuuya wouldn't be that cruel. Was he going to take whatever sweets he bought and make Dazai watch him eat them? No, that seemed more like something Dazai would do. Was he—

“Breakfast is ready.”

Dazai's train of thought came to a halt at that, and he quickly left the bedroom to head into the kitchen, where he saw Chuuya seated in front of a plate of beautiful tamago kake gohan, and in front of Dazai's seat was another plate of it, garnished with nori in the shape of hearts. Dazai eagerly took a seat before his plate. “This looks delicious,” he said. “This doesn't really seem like a punishment of any kind.”

“That is because it’s not time for your punishment just yet. Eat your breakfast. You'll find out what it is later.”

Dazai huffed, then dug into his breakfast. It was as delicious as it looked, he observed. His eyes lit up at the very first bite, and he began eating it quickly, loving it; as per usual, of course. Chuuya’s cooking was always delicious, always some of the best food Dazai had eaten. Then again, Chuuya’s cooking, unlike practically any other meal he had consumed, was made with love.

Chuuya watched the brunette feast on the food prepared for him, a soft smile on his lips. He was still most certainly pissed at Dazai and was definitely still going to get revenge on him, but seeing Dazai enjoy a home cooked meal always made him happy. And Dazai's annoying and obnoxious behavior didn't take away from the fact that Chuuya loved him.

Soon enough, both of their plates were empty, and Dazai was looking at Chuuya expectantly. “Well?” he said. “Are you gonna tell me now?”

“My goodness, you're relentless,” Chuuya said, rolling his eyes. “Wash our plates. I'll go prepare it while you do that.”

Dazai huffed and begrudgingly stood up. “Aaah, you want me to wash the plates?” he whined.

“I've told you a hundred times, you live here for free. You need to earn your keep. Just because I love you doesn't mean you get out of chores,” Chuuya bit back. “Now get to work.”

Dazai huffed again, but obeyed, and he grabbed his and Chuuya's cutlery, and brought them to the sink to wash them. Meanwhile, Chuuya exited the kitchen and went back to the bedroom. Interesting, Dazai thought. Perhaps he just needed to get dressed?

Dazai didn't have as much time to dwell on it as he would've liked, as before he had even finished the dishes, he was being called into the bedroom. He quickly flocked to Chuuya, and saw him standing there in a very nice outfit. The best way Dazai could describe it was if a motorcyclist were going down a red carpet. Of course, he didn't say that out loud, but his expression was just enough to tell Chuuya what he thought.

Dazai also didn't miss that Chuuya's hands were behind his back, which intrigued the brunette even more. He knew Chuuya was hiding something behind him, but Dazai could not tell what. It must be fairly small if Chuuya was able to conceal it so well. “So,” Dazai began, breaking the silence, “what do you have for me?”

Chuuya just grinned devilishly, and it made Dazai's heart throb with anticipation. “I'm going to take you all around town,” he answered. “We're going to go to a flower shop, cafés, bakeries, anywhere you would want to go that isn't swamped with other couples. We'll just have a lovely Valentine's Day together.”

Dazai blinked slowly at that. Really? That was his punishment? It made zero sense. That didn't sound bad at all. It sounded wonderful, even. Dazai couldn't help but laugh. “You're so silly, Chuuya. I don't see how that's supposed to teach me a lesson—”

“—all the while, this is buzzing in you.”

Chuuya cut Dazai off and took out what was behind his back, which was a small remote-controlled vibrator, and relished the shocked look that quickly formed on Dazai's face.

“Yes, yes. You're gonna be a good boy for once for me. You're gonna let me put this in you, I'm going to have the remote in my pocket, and change the intensity at any moment. At one point, it could be so gentle you could potentially ignore it, and at another, you'll be almost unable to keep standing.”

A soft blush came to Dazai's cheeks, imagining everything Chuuya was saying. “Ch-Chuuya, I…”

“Yes? Do you object?” Chuuya inquired. “I have many, many more ideas on how to discipline you if this is insufficient.”

“No, no…it's all good. I'm all good with that. Just…” 

Dazai broke eye contact and twitched a bit, as if the vibe were already in him.

“Won't you be embarrassed?”

“Not anymore embarrassed than you'll be. If anything, I'll be full of pride, knowing the control I'll have while we're out. To know that at the click of a button, I could have you quivering and unable to speak, to know that the ability to make you an absolute, utter mess is right at my fingertips…mmm, yes…oh, I'll be far from embarrassed.”

Dazai looked at Chuuya's predictably prideful expression. After all the years of knowing each other, Chuuya had grown to quite like control. And Dazai had grown comfortable with letting Chuuya take control. He quite liked it, even. He was surprised he wasn't at all nervous about receiving this. Rather, he was quite flustered by the idea. But that was far from opposition.

“Well? Will you let me put it in you?” Chuuya beckoned. “I already lubed it up for you.”

Wordlessly, and ready for his punishment, Dazai took a deep breath and approached Chuuya. Chuuya knew exactly what that meant, and with a smile, he shuffled Dazai's pants and underwear down just a bit, just enough to insert the vibrator.  Dazai trembled a little as it entered him, and he inhaled sharply, trying to adjust. Chuuya always loved Dazai's reactions whenever anything was being inserted into him. He always found it so cute how the brunette reacted like it was a new feeling to him every single time. It was as if Chuuya's touch were magic, like it made Dazai feel so much more than he ever would when it came to anything else. Of course, knowing Dazai, that might very well be the case, no magic required.

Chuuya promptly fixed Dazai's clothes, then patted his sides. “Alright. All ready to go?”

Dazai took another deep breath, preparing himself for what Chuuya had in store for him. Chuuya certainly didn't make it difficult with how in depth he described his plans. “Y-yes. Let's go out.”

~

Chuuya held Dazai's hand as he helped him out of the passenger seat of the car, a large, gleeful smile on his face. “It's such a lovely day, isn't it honey?”

Dazai scowled as he got out of the car, staring at Chuuya. He knew exactly the kind of games Chuuya was playing—because he'd played all the same games before himself. Acting like nothing was wrong, acting like they were at the status quo, and like nothing was amiss in any way at all—as if to mess with Dazai even further. “Mmmmhm,” he replied, his tone terse.

“Oh, don't be like that,” Chuuya insisted, sliding his other hand carefully into his front pocket. “You agreed to this after all. And it's not even on yet.”

Dazai just put his free hand on his hip, staring at Chuuya intensely, very akin to an irritated Chuuya stare.

“You agreed to this,” Chuuya reminded him. “You wanted this, did you not? You very quickly got into this, in fact. Approached me like you were eager. Heh, that face of yours…looks like you're starting to pick up some of my mannerisms. How cute.”

Dazai's cheeks turned a soft pink at that, and he still refused to speak. He just squeezed Chuuya's hand, and avoided eye contact.

“Alright, fine, be that way,” Chuuya said with a sigh. “Let's go find an outlet you'd like. You'd better start talking by then, brat.”

Dazai's face reddened a bit more at the degradation, but persisted with his silence. He merely followed along as Chuuya pulled him to a florist. It was an outdoor booth rather than an indoor outlet, but it boasted quite an impressive size for such a thing. Dazai was quite amazed.

Dazai let go of Chuuya's hand and wandered deeper into the booth to look at the different flowers that the vendor carried, and his embarrassment and fluster seemed to dwindle a bit at the spectacle before him. As the brunette scanned the collection of options he had, he found a section of pressed flowers, and immediately gravitated to those. 

While Dazai enjoyed flowers for the most part, he did not like that they inevitably died and had to be disposed of. To him, there was no point in purchasing flowers if you can't keep them, which is why he admittedly possessed a small collection in a box in his closet, of now dead flowers he had received from Chuuya over the years. And so he quite liked pressed flowers, since they were preserved in a way that, while they still would die, they would not deteriorate, and could be kept forever.

Chuuya, from a distance, watched his lover admire the collection of framed flowers, a smirk on his lips. He allowed Dazai to once again fall into a false sense of security, quite looking forward to the inevitable jump Dazai would do when he was reminded of his punishment.

“Is everything alright, sir?”

Chuuya quickly turned his head in the direction where he heard a voice, and before him was who he presumed was most definitely the vendor. Internally, Chuuya was profusely thanking them, because just by walking up to him, they gave him a splendid idea. “Oh, most certainly,” he replied, “but my boyfriend over there seems to be struggling to find something. I think he could use your help.”

At that, the vendor approached Dazai, and Chuuya's grin just grew. “Is everything alright, sir?” the vendor repeated to Dazai.

Dazai looked up at the vendor, holding a pressed camelia in one hand and a pressed peach blossom in another. “Oh, yes! Thank you!” he exclaimed. “Do you happen to have any—”

All of a sudden, he felt a buzzing inside of him, and flinched so hard he almost came off the ground, face immediately turning a color to match the red camelia he was holding. His head whipped back to look at Chuuya, who had his hands in his pockets, and an evil, beaming smile on his face. Dazai did his best to shoot the redhead a death glare, although it was more a pout than anything else.

Dazai did his best to regain his composure, not wanting to clue the vendor in on anything that was happening. He was hoping they just thought he startled easily. As embarrassing as that was, it was certainly less embarrassing than reality. “—a-any pressed spider lilies?” Dazai finished, forcing an innocent smile on his face.

The vendor most certainly looked perplexed at Dazai's behavior, but said nothing of it. “Er, yes,” they replied. “I have some over here.”

The vendor went over to the corner near where Dazai was, and pulled out a pressed spider lily, showing it to the brunette.

“I also have larger versions of all these pressed flowers with multiple flowers in the frame,” the vendor added. “They're up against the wall all the way to your left.”

Dazai took the pressed spider lily out of the vendor's hands, and tried to maintain his smile. “Thank you very much,” he said, tone sweet, but trembling ever so slightly. “I very much appreciate it.”

At that, Dazai speed walked away from the vendor and over to the wall where they said the larger pressed flowers were. He was suddenly quite relieved that the booth was so big and had so many sections, because he was able to hide behind them, quiver, and try to calm down and ignore the vibrations within him.

Of course, Chuuya watched Dazai go into the corner, and slowly followed. He leaned forward to meet Dazai's gaze, a very proud look on his own face.

“Find what you were looking for, darling?” Chuuya cooed. “Need my help to locate anything?”

“Sh-shut up,” Dazai mumbled, cheeks turning pink upon seeing the culprit of his shattered composure. “I can find what I'm looking for on my own.”

“Did you just tell me to shut up?” Chuuya probed, his tone getting darker and lower. “Hm, how naughty of you. You should know by now that naughty boys get punished.”

Chuuya, not removing his hands from his pockets, wanting to maintain at least a little subtlety around other people, turned up the intensity of Dazai's vibrator by a couple notches, and he watched Dazai twitch. It was nowhere near as satisfying a quake as when he first turned it on, but he would work up to something like that.

“Maybe use nicer words when talking to the person who has you completely wrapped around his finger, yeah?” the redhead warned, and then he smiled, smile less sinister now. “Pick out whatever you want, just let me know when you're ready to check out.”

Dazai just let out a, “Hmph,” in response, and Chuuya walked away. He debated upping the intensity at that, but decided to wait, wanting this to draw out as long as possible. It wasn't as fun if Dazai was constantly being stimulated like that, because then he would be able to expect it. The fun was in waiting until he let his guard down.

Not particularly interested in anything the florist was selling, Chuuya decided to scan his surroundings for where they might go next. He spotted a clothing outlet in the distance that looked intriguing, but as soon as his eyes laid on it, he was flooded with prurient ideas, and so he decided that one should wait until later, potentially the end of their date.

Before he could settle on anything, he felt a poking at his shoulder, and there stood Dazai, holding a large frame of pressed spider lilies. “Buy this for me,” he demanded.

Chuuya shook his head and clicked his tongue, putting his hands on his hips. “Ask nicely,” he replied just as firmly.

Dazai opened his mouth to complain, but he met Chuuya's gaze, and it was very intense. His lips were smiling, but his eyes were wide, almost boring a hole through him.

Dazai knew there was no way he could get around this without giving Chuuya what he wanted, and so he decided to lay it on thick, as if to make fun of Chuuya in his own flustered way.

“Oh, my dear sir Chuuya,” Dazai pleaded, pitching his voice up higher, “won't you please, oh please, purchase these framed flowers for me? Oh, you would be making me most happy.”

Chuuya's grin just grew at that, and he chuckled. In hindsight, at a time like this, of course he liked Dazai's words, and Dazai huffed. “My pleasure, honey,” he crooned, taking the frame out of Dazai's hands gently. “You should call me sir more often.”

Chuuya approached the register, placed the frame on it, and promptly paid for the framed flowers, then took the vendor's business card with a smile, and motioned for Dazai to follow him out of the booth, and of course, Dazai came running.

“Anywhere you spotted that you wanted to go to next, honey?” Chuuya asked, sliding the paper bag holding Dazai's flowers onto his forearm.

“You're so mean,” Dazai replied, crossing his arms and ignoring Chuuya's question. “I can't believe you turned the vibrator on while I was talking to the florist! Why did you do that??”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Chuuya purred, gently placing a hand under Dazai's chin. “You know exactly why I did that. Besides, I know you're all flustered, but don't act like you didn't like it. I know you, and you refuse to admit it, but you love it when I tease you in semi-public, or even full-on public scenarios.”

Dazai just bit his lower lip, saying nothing. He didn't want to lie, because he knew Chuuya would see right through that. But he also didn't want to admit to it, because that would be giving Chuuya what he wanted. So he just stayed silent—although his expression spoke for itself.

“Heh. You're so cute,” Chuuya cooed, and he gave Dazai a quick peck on the lips. “Hey, that's a nice looking café over there. Wanna check it out?”

Dazai followed where Chuuya was pointing, and observed some pastries in the window. He studied what he could see through said window, and just the tiny bit of the baked goods he could make out made his mouth water. “Can I get whatever I want?” he asked.

“You can have anything you want for the whole day,” Chuuya replied with a smile. “It is Valentine's Day, after all.”

A large smile spread across Dazai’s lips at that statement, as if he momentarily seemed to forgive Chuuya for embarrassing him. “Oh, thank you, Chuuya!” he proclaimed, and then he eagerly grabbed the redhead’s wrist. “Let’s go!”

And with that, Dazai was excitedly sprinting out of the florist’s booth, dragging Chuuya behind him. Chuuya couldn’t help but smile as well. He said all the time that Dazai was so cute. And for good reason. How could the boy with fluffy brown hair that perfectly framed his face, with sparkly, whiskey-colored eyes, a large exaggerated grin, small hips perfectly sized to be held by Chuuya’s large hands, and a pleasant and melodious voice that made even mockery sound nice, who was currently enthusiastically running towards a building full of pastries and sweets, giggling with anticipation, dragging his beloved behind him—be anything if not so cute?

Before Chuuya concluded his thoughts on how much he loved his boyfriend, the two of them arrived at the door of the café. Dazai was taking heavier breaths, his body not used to running long distances—or at all. He didn’t care he was out of breath, though, and was barely thinking about the vibrator buzzing inside of him. He was just so excited by the mere prospect of delicious baked goods, and so happy to have a boyfriend who loved and spoiled him.

“Shall we go in?” Chuuya inquired.

Dazai responded with an eager nod and a large grin. He needed not give any more than that.

Chuuya chuckled, and then brought the two of them into the café. He looked at Dazai as they entered, and his eyes lit up, like a cat being presented with a treat. It was precious.

“Wooooaaahh!” Dazai exclaimed. “This place looks amazing!”

“We just walked in,” Chuuya mused.

“And it’s already amazing!”

Dazai immediately flocked to the display case, pressing his hands against the glass, childishly eyeing the treats. It made Chuuya’s heart throb. He knew he should tell Dazai to relax and not touch the display case, but he just couldn’t get himself to when he was just so utterly in love with the brunette at that moment.

“Look at these, Chuuya!” Dazai gushed. “The bear claws, the croissants, the donuts—oooh, they have chocolate cream filled donuts?? That’s amazing! You’ve got to see these, Chuuya!”

Chuuya walked up to Dazai and chuckled softly. “I can’t see anything with you covering the display case,” he teased.

Dazai’s cheeks turned a soft pink at those words, and he let out a soft, embarrassed giggle. “S-sorry,” he said meekly, and he stood upright, putting his hands behind his back. “But…can you blame me? The selection is superb!”

Chuuya took his turn admiring the baked goods, and he had to admit, they looked mouthwatering. “You’re not wrong, sweetheart,” he replied. “They do look delicious. Do you know what you want?”

“Everything,” Dazai answered earnestly.

Chuuya had to stifle a laugh at that statement. “Now now,” he tutted, “I know I said you can have whatever you want, but let’s take it a bit easier than that. You don’t want to stuff yourself full of nothing but sugar and bread, especially if we’re gonna do more after this. Plus, if I’m gonna keep buying you things, I don’t want to spend the most at a café. How about three pastries maximum, plus a drink of your choice? Can you make do with that, my love?”

Dazai puffed his cheeks and looked at the floor. He would argue with the redhead, but he made valid, reasonable points. “Fine,” he replied.

Chuuya smiled at that, then took Dazai’s hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “Thank you for conceding, darling,” Chuuya cooed. “My wallet thanks you for it.”

Dazai scoffed. “You’re a mafia executive,” he snarled in response. “You have more money in your pocket than everyone else in here has combined.”

Chuuya just laughed, not arguing with that statement. “Why don’t you go ahead and order what you want to eat?” he simply said.

Dazai huffed and rolled his eyes. He calmed down fairly quickly, however, when he remembered the prospect of delicious treats. He studied the display one last time, and decided to get a guava danish, a strawberry croissant, and one of those chocolate cream filled donuts he was eyeing. He decided to not get a drink, figuring it would make Chuuya happy if he went below the maximum that was set for him, and he really wanted those pastries. Chuuya, meanwhile, decided he would get a medium café mocha, and no pastries. He wasn’t in the mood to eat at the moment. He wanted to save his hunger for later.

“Alright, will you go and find us a table, sweetheart?” Chuuya requested.

“Of course!” Dazai replied, and at that, he happily strolled off, finding a comfy looking two-person booth by a window. He eagerly took a seat in it, when—

His face turned a deep red as soon as he had gotten comfortable. 

Sitting down pushed the still-whirring-away vibrator up deeper inside of him, very harshly reminding him of its presence. He started to twitch in his seat, and the thirty seconds it took Chuuya to pay for their goodies and come and find the table felt like thirty minutes of nothing but stimulation.

Quickly but not quickly enough, Chuuya arrived and took a seat, placing his drink down in front of him, and then the paper bag full of Dazai’s pastries in front of Dazai. “Thank you for getting us a table—is everything alright?”

Chuuya, of course, noticed Dazai’s twitching and his hands between his legs. Dazai just silently stared at Chuuya with furrowed brows and puffed cheeks—instantly telling Chuuya what was “wrong”.

“Oh,” Chuuya mused, immediately smirking. “Suddenly remember your friend?”

“It’s not my friend,” Dazai bit back, and he tore open the bag of pastries, biting into the strawberry croissant to try and ignore the buzzing inside of him. It wasn’t very effective, but at least it tasted divine.

“I appreciate you not getting a drink,” Chuuya said, trying to break some of the tension. He knew Dazai refrained from getting a beverage with the intent to please him, so he thought he should praise Dazai for it in exchange. After all, he knew the brunette would be happy to hear it. “You can have a couple sips of my mocha, if you’d like.”

“Thank you,” Dazai replied, and his lips turned upward slightly at the praise, quickly finishing off the croissant. He then reached for Chuuya’s drink, taking a slug from it.

“Goodness, you really enjoyed that, huh?” Chuuya mused, resting his head against his fist.

“Yes,” Dazai replied, not elaborating. After all, from his body language, Chuuya would most certainly be able to tell what was on his mind. “It was delicious.”

“Wonderful.”

Chuuya watched Dazai now dig into the guava danish, and just smiled at him. The smile was partly warm and sweet, thinking about how much he adored the young man sitting before him, enjoying a fruity pastry, face still pink and flustered, making him impossibly cuter. The remaining part of his smile was eagerness. The reason for Dazai’s pink face filled Chuuya with excitement on what they would do after this. Chuuya had already constructed a plan in his mind on how he would conclude this date of theirs that, unless Dazai had anywhere else he wanted to go beforehand, Chuuya decided they would do after this café visit. After all—it would be awhile before they would conclude with his plans. Chuuya was quite the advocate of deliciously drawing out intimate activities.

Chuuya took a big, proud sip of his café mocha. Ah, yes, this was a great day, and it was soon to get much, much better.

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Chuuya was snapped out of his gaze by the brunette, who was staring at him expectantly, hands together on the table, all three of his pastries now gone. “Huh?”

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Dazai repeated. “You’re gazing at me like you want something. What do you want?”

“Oh,” Chuuya mused, his smile growing and turning more salacious. “I was just…thinking about something I want to do.”

“And what would that be?” Dazai inquired. He started to grow impatient, tapping his foot on the floor.

Chuuya tutted at that, shaking his head in disapproval. “Are you really going to get short with me?” he warned. Before he could give Dazai any time to respond or react, he reached into his pocket, and shamelessly pulled the small pink remote from his pocket, letting Dazai watch as he turned up the intensity of the vibrator, causing Dazai to clasp a hand over his mouth and shudder violently. “It’s as if you’ve forgotten who’s in control here.”

Chuuya leaned forward, pointed his thumb to his face, and looked at Dazai through hungry, half-lidded eyes.

“It’s me.”

Dazai’s breath hitched and he let out a soft whimper, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the intense buzzing inside him, or Chuuya’s very arousing words. More likely than not, it was both.

“So,” Chuuya said lowly, straightening his back and discreetly putting the remote back in his pocket, “is there any place you would like to go to before I choose?”

Dazai put his hands between his legs again, staring downward at the table, shaking and jittering. Prior, he didn’t really have any thoughts on places he wanted to go, but now that he couldn’t think about much of anything else other than the aggressive vibrations inside of him ceaselessly attacking his prostate, and the beautiful, powerful young man before him responsible for such, he especially had nowhere he could think of. “N-no…” he murmured.

“Perfect,” Chuuya replied, taking his last sip of his mocha, “because I have plans for the two of us. Come with me, my love.”

Chuuya stood up from his seat, holding his right hand out for Dazai to take. Dazai didn’t miss the fact that his left hand was snug in his pocket, which was the hand he saw with the vibrator’s controller. Shakily, he took Chuuya’s hand and stood up from his seat, grabbing his garbage from the table to throw away.

“Good boy,” Chuuya cooed. “Please grab the mug they gave me as well to put by the return so they can wash it.”

Dazai nodded obediently, grabbing the empty mug, and as the two of them walked to the exit, he placed it at the cup and dishware return area, then threw away his garbage in the trash can beneath it.

“Very good boy,” Chuuya purred, bringing them outside of the café. “You’re such a good samaritan, my dear. You’ll be rewarded for that.”

Chuuya began walking with determination, dragging Dazai behind him, similarly to how Dazai dragged Chuuya to the café—however, this time the excitement was much less pure. Dazai could not see Chuuya’s face from where he was standing as they walked down the road, but he could definitely picture it in his head: he was definitely grinning ear to ear, excited for whatever risqué scheme he had planned. It made Dazai’s heart pound harder in anticipation—and perhaps a little fear, too. A good fear, however, like the kind he felt the first time Chuuya made love to him. The kind of fear where he was excited to see where it would lead. As Dazai processed his feelings, excited might’ve been the better word to use.

“We’re here.”

Dazai felt Chuuya come to a halt, and so he stopped as well. He looked at the building the redhead stopped in front of, and it was a large, high quality clothing outlet. “Hm? Why did Chuuya want to come here?”

Chuuya turned to look at Dazai, Dazai turning his head to meet his gaze—and there was the exact expression he expected to see. The excited, hungry look Chuuya always got when he had a prurient idea, like a vampire craving his human lover’s blood like his life depended on it. “You’ll see, my love,” he purred, and then he led the two of them inside of the building.

Chuuya brought Dazai through the large outlet, and Dazai couldn’t help but glance at every little thing. He had never been in a place like this before, despite going out with Chuuya so often. He supposed despite his large paycheck, Chuuya wasn’t necessarily a fan of extreme luxury.

Which was true, of course, because Dazai knew his beloved quite well. Chuuya loved looking nice, but didn’t particularly enjoy boasting his income to the public eye. Additionally, he didn’t really like luxury brands, mostly because he wasn’t a big fan of the style of most of them. Today, however, was different. It was Valentine’s Day, and Chuuya was eager to spoil his boyfriend despite the fact that he was punishing him as well. He was just hoping Dazai would find a few pieces of clothing he liked. Otherwise, this plan would fall apart. He felt that would be quite unlikely, however.

Eventually, the two of them reached the section Chuuya was looking for. No more perfume, shoes, or glasses frames. Now all that surrounded them was fancy, expensive clothing, both masculine and feminine. Fortunately, the changing rooms were right over here as well, and nobody else happened to be in that section at the moment. It seemed like everything was lining up perfectly.

“Here we are,” Chuuya said proudly, gesturing to the racks of clothes. “Go through them, and go ahead and pick out any and all that you like.”

Dazai turned to Chuuya with a befuddled look. “Really?”

“I’m not saying I’m gonna buy everything you pick out,” Chuuya replied, an amused smile on his face, recognizing that very particular “Really?” from the brunette. “But I want you to pick out everything you like, and save them. Keep them on your arm, maybe put them in a changing room, or you could give them to me.”

“O-okay!” Dazai replied, looking determined all of a sudden. “May I ask why?”

“Goodness, quit prying. I told you, you’ll see,” Chuuya teased, putting his hands on his hips. “Patience is a virtue, my love.”

Dazai huffed in response to that, but decided there was no point in arguing or resisting. And so, he wandered off, looking for clothes he liked.

Meanwhile, Chuuya decided to look through clothing racks himself, searching for clothes he thought Dazai would look good in. He wasn’t sure how much the brunette was going to pick out, so he decided to only pick out the outfits he thought Dazai would look absolutely amazing in. Of course, he would say Dazai looked amazing in anything, and did genuinely believe that, but he was also thinking about things Dazai might enjoy wearing a lot, too. Which definitely helped narrow down his choices much more. He ended up picking out only two outfits, which he thought worked out. That way, it wouldn’t take as long to get to the finale.

Chuuya stood leaned against the wall by the dressing rooms as he waited for Dazai. He rested there for a bit, staring off into space, quietly singing to himself, when suddenly, Dazai was standing in front of him with an excited smile and three outfits over his shoulder.

“Ah, picked out your outfits, honey?” Chuuya said. “Excellent. I picked out some outfits for you, too. Before you try anything on, I want to know what you think of these.”

Chuuya held up the first outfit on his arm. It was just a sweater and didn’t come with any additional pieces, but it was quite high quality. It was a nice, soft, turtleneck sweater, tan with a pinkish undertone. It was knitted with a pattern similar to a fisherman sweater, although it was much more elegant, and made of a much nicer material.

“What do you think of this one?”

Dazai’s eyes lit up when they laid on the sweater, and he ran over to admire it up close, as well as feel the material. “Woah…it’s so soft!” he proclaimed and he caressed the fabric between his fingers. “I really like this one! I’m definitely gonna try it on~”

“Excellent, I’m so glad you like it,” Chuuya replied with a proud smile. Of course he would be able to pick an outfit Dazai liked. He knew Dazai’s fashion sense practically as well as his own, as well as what would look good on him.

“Now, show me the other one!”

“Alright, if you insist,” Chuuya trilled, and then he lifted up the other one. While he did try to narrow down his picks to outfits Dazai would wear frequently, and this one most certainly would not be a frequent wear, he just couldn’t resist when he pictured the brunette in it. It was a floor-length dress with large slits up both sides, going all the way up to the hips. It had a window cut in it shaped like an upside-down triangle, exposing the stomach, and also had a similar cut in the back, plunging quite far down. The dress was black, but blue on the inside, with ruffles along the left side of it displaying said blue interior. It was sprinkled with gemstones, and had two thin black straps. Indeed, not at all an everyday or even every-week outfit. But Chuuya just couldn’t resist the idea of Dazai in such a scandalously beautiful dress.

“O-oh,” Dazai stammered at the sight of the dress. His face turned pink as he studied it, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how much exposed skin there was. This would definitely be a dress he only wore at home. “Oh my…I…”

“Do you like it?” Chuuya inquired, face getting more serious. “If you don’t like it, I’ll put it back—”

“No,” Dazai interrupted. “I like it. I…I really like it. I just…wasn’t expecting such a revealing dress, y’know?”

Chuuya’s expression immediately turned to excited again, very relieved to hear that Dazai liked the dress. “I hear you,” he said, “but trust me, you’re gonna look absolutely amazing in it. Let’s save this one for the end, yeah? I wanna see the outfits you picked out.”

“I wanna try the sweater first,” Dazai declared, and with that, he snatched Chuuya’s picks out of his hands, and then ran into a changing room, locking the door.

Chuuya slowly turned to face the changing rooms, chortling to himself at Dazai’s behavior. He was so silly, Chuuya thought. But he loved how silly the brunette could be. Besides, Dazai’s expedience to try on the clothes just meant the highlight of the show would just come sooner. Chuuya took a seat outside the only occupied changing room, closing his eyes, awaiting his name to be called, imagining how things were about to get even more wonderful than they already were.

“Chuuya? I’m ready for you to look~” the redhead’s favorite voice sang from behind the door of the changing room.

Chuuya stood up before the door and slid his hands into his pockets, an eager smile on his lips. “I’m right here. Open the door.”

The changing room door quickly opened, and there stood Dazai in the new turtleneck. Chuuya noticed Dazai put his heart necklace back on over the sweater, which he found absolutely adorable. Of course, Chuuya already knew the necklace went well with turtlenecks, but he couldn’t help but be tickled by that small action. Chuuya loved Dazai so much.

“Oh, honey, you look…” Chuuya cooed—and then, with his thumb, he cranked up the intensity on the vibrator, making Dazai tremble once again, “...amazing.”

“A-ah—” Dazai sputtered as he lurched forward a little. “Th…thank you. I think I’m g-gonna wanna buy this one.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Chuuya purred. “Now, show me what you picked out.”

Dazai closed the door with a whimper, and Chuuya stayed standing, listening to the soft noises Dazai made as he changed clothes. The intense vibrations definitely were making Dazai struggle a bit, seeing as he was on the 10th level out of 15. Chuuya wondered if Dazai was touching himself at all. As alluring as that idea was, he hoped not, because that would potentially spoil his plans.

It definitely took Dazai longer to change this time, both because he was putting on something more complicated than a sweater—and the other reason was obvious. But eventually, he emerged from the changing room, expression less confident this time, though both men blamed that on the vibrator, because Dazai looked absolutely amazing. The first outfit of his that he decided to model for Chuuya was a gothic outfit Chuuya did not at all expect this outlet to offer. It was comprised of a long-sleeved black overshirt cut off in a way that was reminiscent of a piece of Chuuya’s classic mafia attire, a white button-up with silver decals on the collar, a black tie with a cut towards the end that was reconnected by chains, and a pair of black jeans that were laced up on both side with white shoelace-like ribbon. Chuuya just stood there in awe.

“W-well, what do you think?” Dazai murmured, still twitching a little. Chuuya couldn’t help but be entertained. Dazai’s flustered, overstimulated expression and body language very amusedly clashed with his dark clothing. He found that quite cute, of course.

“I think you look absolutely amazing,” Chuuya replied. He wanted to kiss Dazai so badly, but decided to hold off for now. “You have amazing taste. That outfit suits you beautifully.”

And with that, the vibrator was cranked up to level 11, making Dazai jump a little, and turn even redder. “Ch-Chuuya…” he murmured. “It’s g-getting really intense…I…I can f-feel it with every movement.”

“Wonderful. Let’s keep this show on the road, shall we?” Chuuya teased.

Dazai just whined and shut the door again, this time more aggressively. It seemed the vibrations were really starting to get to him, Chuuya thought. He loved it.

Dazai was shaking in the changing room. He was struggling to focus on anything aside from the vibrations inside of him. At this rate, he didn’t think he would be able to try on all three remaining outfits. He stared at the two left that he picked out, and decided he could live without the pink and black sweater dress. It would be a noble sacrifice.

“H-hey, Chuuya?” Dazai stuttered, dragging on Chuuya’s name for just a little too long. “I think I-I changed my mind about one of the outfits I picked out. S-sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, baby,” Chuuya reassured the brunette. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Dazai was quiet after he let out a very soft and stammered, “Thank you,” and then proceeded to change into the last outfit of his that he had picked out. It took him quite some time to take every piece of the first outfit off and put the next one on. He was internally cursing himself for picking outfits so complicated to wear. What happened to the days when he was okay with just wearing a button-up, a vest, and some khakis?

He supposed those days were behind him ever since he got a loaded boyfriend who loved buying him nice things, and introduced him to so much new fashion that he fell in love with. It was just as well. Dazai found he was happier now that he cared about his appearance.

Eventually, he opened the door to the changing room once again, and showed off his outfit to Chuuya. This one was made up of leather pants that laced up in the back, a frilly, lacey white shirt with puffy and frilly sleeves, and a small corset the same shade of black as the leather pants.

Chuuya looked Dazai up and down, then licked his lips slowly, that mere reaction making Dazai tremble, his leather pants suddenly feeling tighter. “Holy shit,” Chuuya gushed. “You just look absolutely amazing in everything. Why, I could take you right here in this changing room.”

Then, Dazai was hit with level 12. His body violently convulsed, hands balling into fists. “H-huh??” he sputtered. “D-don’t talk like that, Ch-Chuuya. What if someone hears—oh…oh dear…I’m not sure how much more of this onslaught of stimulation I can take…”

Chuuya felt a wave of heat run through his body at those words. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, either. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re almost done here. Put on the dress I picked out for you. We’re definitely buying that outfit you’re in right now, too.”

Dazai shut the changing room door for what he thought would be the last time, and got to work on removing his current outfit to put on the final outfit of the day. He knew Chuuya had something in mind, but had no idea what it might be. He might’ve been able to figure it out if the majority of his brain power and blood flow weren’t already preoccupied, but he supposed that it being a surprise would be nice. It meant whatever Chuuya was going to do would potentially taste even sweeter.

Chuuya himself took a deep, heavy breath. He was so excited. He couldn’t wait to see Dazai in the dress, and then finally bring this date to a close in the most delicious way possible. He couldn’t help but suddenly be a bit impatient; after all, he had been waiting for this. It was likely just around seven minutes that it took for Dazai to struggle changing his clothes, but to Chuuya, it felt like 20. So that wonderfully sweet, “I-I’m ready…” that came from the other side of the door was the most amazing thing Chuuya could’ve heard at that moment.

“Well, then hurry up and open the door,” Chuuya demanded, feeling his body get warmer and warmer by the nanosecond.

Slowly, the door opened, and Dazai stood there for Chuuya, in the stunningly revealing dress that was picked out for him. The dress fit Dazai perfectly, as if it was made for him. He was still shaking a little from the vibrations, and looked the most red and flustered Chuuya had ever seen him be, and all of those elements combined to make an absolutely breathtaking sight. Chuuya suddenly wished he could go back and tell his 22-year-old self that if he thought seeing Dazai chained up in a dungeon was a view equivalent to a masterpiece worth 10 billion yen, he hadn’t seen anything yet. Because this by far was one of the greatest things he’d ever seen. And once Chuuya had his fun with the brunette, the sight would be even more beautiful.

“H-holy shit…” Chuuya murmured, and he twitched again. “You look…wow. You look absolutely incredible. I…”

“Ah, thank you, Chuuya…” Dazai whispered. “Th-that’s very sweet of—”

And then, it finally came. Or, for Chuuya, the finale had finally started.

Chuuya maxed out the vibrator, now all the way at level 15. He watched the way Dazai’s entire body lurched and he immediately clasped a hand over his mouth to hush the volume of his moan, and the view of Dazai’s violent flinch upon the vibrator being first turned on at the beginning of their date had now been successfully topped, just like the redhead had been waiting for.

Dazai started to tremble and wobble in a very specific way that Chuuya immediately recognized, and he promptly entered the changing room, locking the door behind him.

“Ch-Chu-uuya…” Dazai sputtered, barely able to manage words at all. “Wha-hat are you…doing…?”

“Can’t have you coming just yet.”

Chuuya moved behind Dazai, carefully repositioning the front and back parts of Dazai’s dress, now even more grateful for the very high-up slits, as they allow for easier access. He pulled Dazai’s boxers down, leaned Dazai against the wall, propped his leg up on the bench, and then put one hand around the base of his dick, squeezing it just a little bit, pulling a loud whine out of the brunette.

“I’m very impressed you lasted this long without coming, Osamu,” Chuuya praised, undoing his own pants. “Now, after you’ve let me tease you all afternoon, and restrained your orgasm so well, you shall be rewarded.”

“Chuu…ya…” Dazai panted, resting one hand against the wall and the other on the door, “we’re…gonna do…it here…? Here…?”

“Mhm,” Chuuya replied, shuffling his pants and boxers down with his one free hand. “Is that alright with you?”

“Ahh…y-yes…please…need you…aahhh…”

Chuuya’s dick twitched at Dazai’s pathetic, needy sounds. They were one of his favorite things to hear, and he hardly ever got to hear them at such an intense level of neediness; only really when Dazai was edged or denied orgasm for a really long time. And so he was really going to cherish this.

Chuuya guided his dick to Dazai’s entrance, and pushed all the way inside, hissing at how amazing Dazai already felt around him. Of course, the vibrator that was still in Dazai, which was now also buzzing against Chuuya’s dick, most certainly helped with the intense pleasure he felt. Dazai, meanwhile, let out a loud moan that made Chuuya immediately clasp a hand over the brunette’s mouth, and he managed a devilish smile.

“N-now now…” Chuuya tutted, “don’t wanna be too loud, now do we? Do you want anyone to hear us?”

Dazai made no sound in response, but that was an answer on its own. And so Chuuya removed his hand from Dazai’s mouth, and began with slow thrusts. He could tell how hard Dazai was trying to hold back his noises, and the restrained whimpers were absolutely heavenly on Chuuya’s ears.

Chuuya’s hand went at the straps on Dazai’s dress, and he found the clasps for them, relieved to see that that was how they were fastened, which thusly allowed him to do what he wanted to next. He undid the clasps, which proved difficult with only one shaky hand, but he managed. He then pulled Dazai’s dress down a bit until his chest was exposed, making Dazai whine in anticipation.

Chuuya put his thumb over Dazai’s slit, wanting to make absolutely sure Dazai didn’t come too soon. His tactic seemed effective, because Dazai let out a loud, pathetic whimper. Normally, Chuuya would tease Dazai for such a thing, but he was so aroused and so hungry, that he didn’t feel like talking. Seemed playing with Dazai all afternoon had an effect on him, too.

Chuuya’s free hand moved to Dazai’s chest, and he gently pinched one of Dazai’s nipples between his thumb and the proximal phalanx of his index finger, making Dazai remove his hand from the door and cover his mouth so he could moan, his eyes rolling back into his head. Chuuya loved how sensitive Dazai’s nipples were; it made it so easy to pleasure the brunette, and bring out the most beautiful sounds from him. If only he could see the absolutely breathtaking expression on the brunette’s face.

Chuuya’s thrusts increased in speed, and he began to playfully and gently tug at Dazai’s nipple, pulling more moans and whines out of Dazai. Yes, Chuuya decided that he should edge Dazai like this more often. The results proved absolutely amazing.

“H-how are you holding up, honey?”  Chuuya asked breathlessly, rolling his hips more aggressively now. Dazai’s body began to move more pliant with each of Chuuya’s motions, as if he were melting more and more into this moment—which he definitely was. 

“I…I…haah…” was Dazai’s (lack of) response, although it told Chuuya all he needed to know. With the pinches and pulls on Dazai’s nipple that were the perfect balance of gentle and firm, coupled with the intensely delicious assailing on his prostate from both Chuuya’s thrusts and the powerful vibrator, he couldn’t think about anything else other than how in heaven he was, and how badly he wanted to come.

“Hey…hey, it’s alright…look at me, baby…”

Dazai obediently turned his head to look at Chuuya, removing his hand from his mouth. As soon as he did that, Chuuya moved his hand from Dazai’s chest to his face, gently holding his cheek, and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was mostly their tongues entangling with each other, but it was all they wanted and needed in that moment.

Chuuya’s thrusts became erratic and without rhythm. He couldn’t maintain a steady pace anymore, he felt himself getting close. He felt incredible. The feeling of Dazai clenching onto him, along with the vibrator buzzing against him made his head spin. And if he could barely handle the raw, unbridled pleasure, he could only begin to imagine how Dazai must feel. “Mn…fuck,” Chuuya hissed, regretfully breaking their kiss. “I’m close…how about you,  honey…?”

“Yes…need t-to come…please…” Dazai replied, his entire body shaking. His hand moved to grab onto Chuuya, gripping onto the back of his head. “P-please…Chuu-uuuuyaaaaaaa…please…”

“Come for me, Osamu,” Chuuya whispered, and he let go of Dazai’s dick.

As soon as he released Dazai, Dazai immediately reached his orgasm, and it hit him like a bullet train. He couldn’t restrain his moan, which ended up being so loud it was practically a scream. Chuuya reflexively covered Dazai’s mouth with his hand again to try and silence it at least a little. Chuuya followed suit very soon after Dazai, coming inside him, biting his lip hard to restrain a noise of his own as he filled Dazai to the brim—

And then, everything stopped.

Chuuya’s hand crept into his pocket and he turned the vibrator off, which was the last calculated decision he was able to make—before the two of them sank to the ground, panting. Dazai turned to face Chuuya again, not opening his eyes, and Chuuya leaned in to kiss him once again. This kiss, too, was mostly tongue, but it was gentler than the previous one. The two of them just sat there for awhile, kissing, regaining their breath, and coming back to earth from some of the best orgasms they’d ever had.

“Wow…” Chuuya whispered. “That was…amazing.”

“It was…” Dazai concurred. “I feel…lighter than air…”

Chuuya grabbed Dazai’s boxers that were around his ankles, then carefully pulled out of him and then pulled said boxers back up. He hoped the now off vibrator would do an at least somewhat decent job at holding the come inside of him. “Good thing you didn’t come on any of the new clothes we haven’t bought yet,” he teased. “Heh…we should probably clean the door off, yeah? I’ll go and get paper towels, you try and change back into your normal clothes, okay?”

“Mm…okay…”

Chuuya struggled up to his feet, fixed his pants, and carefully slipped out of the dressing room, slowly walking off.

Dazai, now alone, very slowly pushed himself up to his feet. He almost collapsed once he was upright, but somehow managed to stay standing. He took some deep, labored breaths, eventually able to breathe somewhat normally again for the first time in hours, and then he slowly slipped off the dress, and hung it back on its hanger. He definitely wanted to buy that dress, he thought. He looked amazing in it, and he knew it had a very intense effect on Chuuya. He gathered his regular clothes, and carefully put them back on. The leather pants were harder to put on now seeing as he was quite sweaty, but he eventually managed to get them back on nice and snug. 

He turned around and looked in the mirror, and blushed when he could see a bit of his come on the wall behind him. He did his best to ignore it, and fixed his hair until it looked almost exactly like it looked at the beginning of the day. He took one last deep breath, then sat down on the bench against the wall in the changing room.

Shortly after, Chuuya returned, and with the paper towels, he carefully and thoroughly wiped away the come from the door, and then it was like the two of them never even fucked in there. Chuuya bunched up the paper towels into a ball, leaned out of the changing room to toss them into a nearby trash can, then leaned back in.

“Whew,” Chuuya said with a deep exhale, and he rested his hands on his hips. “That was wonderful. I really enjoyed my afternoon with you, Osamu.”

Dazai smiled a little, looking up at the redhead. “Me too,” he replied. “Today was…wonderful.”

“Have you learned your lesson to never forget about Valentine’s Day?”

“Oh yes, I learned it very well~”

“Good boy,” Chuuya praised, and he stroked Dazai’s cheek with his thumb lovingly. “I should hope you never forget again in the future, or your punishment will be even more intense next time.”

Chuuya glanced at the rack of clothes above and behind Dazai’s head.

“So, did you want all of the clothes you tried on?” he asked.

Dazai slowly rose to his feet and grabbed the four outfits. “Yes, I did. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely,” Chuuya purred, and he took Dazai’s hand, leading him out of the changing room. “You looked absolutely breathtaking in all of them. How could I not buy them all for you?”

Dazai giggled at that, and after a short walk, the two of them arrived at the register, and Chuuya purchased all of the clothes for his lover. He hung the bag they were in on Dazai’s arm, to which Dazai protested, but Chuuya insisted the brunette hold them since they were for him. Dazai was humored by that, and didn’t feel like arguing anymore, so he acquiesced with a chuckle.

Chuuya took Dazai’s hand again, and led him all the way back to his car. He opened the passenger side door for Dazai to enter, gesturing for him to get in the car with a gentle smile.

“Such a gentleman~” Dazai teased as he climbed into the car and took his seat. He then promptly placed all the bags full of his new goodies on the floor by his feet.

“My darling deserves to only be treated well,” Chuuya replied. He took Dazai’s hand and placed a tender kiss on it, then gently shut the passenger side door, and then got into his side of the car. He put the car in ignition, and promptly began the drive back to their shared home.

“I…I had a really nice afternoon, Chuuya,” Dazai murmured, resting his hands in his lap. “I know today was basically an elaborate punishment for me and a way for you to play with me, but…I really did enjoy every second of it.”

“I’m really glad to hear that,” Chuuya replied. “Yes, it was a punishment, but it was meant to be an enjoyable punishment. I would never punish you like this in any way that would upset you or make you uncomfortable. I really love you, Osamu. Your comfort is important to me.”

“Aww, Chuuya, don’t make me cry,” Dazai teased. “You’re too sweet for me.”

“I also want you to know that, even though I was upset with you for forgetting about Valentine’s Day…it would never make me love you any less. I’ll always love you, Osamu. Always. Always and forever.”

Dazai put a hand on his chest and looked down. “S-seriously, Chuuya,” he muttered, voice starting to tremble a bit. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“Don’t cry, my love,” Chuuya replied. “I mean every word I say to you. I love you so much.”

Dazai didn’t reply to that, and just stared at the floor of the car, taking deep breaths. Despite all the years that they’ve spent together, Dazai still wasn’t completely used to how loved he could feel. Love wasn’t a feeling he was shown very much in his life at all, until Chuuya came along. And especially now that they’ve grown and matured together, Dazai felt more loved and appreciated than he ever thought was possible. He knew Chuuya loved him dearly, and believed him every time he said those three beautiful words to him, but it was still a lot for him to handle. Not to say he didn’t like it, however. He loved being loved. He loved feeling loved. He also now loved to love, a feeling he never thought he would be able to experience. And yet now, he could comfortably say he loved Chuuya. He loved Chuuya. He loved Chuuya so much.

“By the way, our Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet,” Chuuya interjected over Dazai’s train of thought, making it come to a halt. He didn’t mind that though, if it meant he got to hear the most wonderful voice he’d ever heard that belonged to his favorite person in the world. “I have a delicious dinner planned for us, and I also have some sweets I’ve prepared for you.”

“Ooooh!” Dazai raved eagerly, balling his hands into excited little fists. “What sweets?”

“That’s gonna stay a surprise, my dear,” Chuuya trilled. “You’ll see this evening.”

“Aww, no fair~” Dazai teased.

“Hey, I just spent so much money on you. You can wait a few hours for a treat.”

Dazai just giggled at that. He knew Chuuya was right, which was why he didn’t argue. Since they were teenagers, he had always thought Chuuya’s way of speaking was very entertaining.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Osamu,” Chuuya said, tone sweeter than any treat he could ever give the brunette. “I love you.”

Dazai leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, smiling warmly. He didn’t think he could ever be this happy. He didn’t think he ever would be this happy. But now that he had discovered what true happiness felt like, now that he had love, had a reason to wake up every morning, had so many things he never thought he ever would have, he never wanted to go back. He never thought he could be content with living, and yet here he was, happy as could be. Happy to be living, happy to be alive, happy to experience every single day. 

And he owed it all to Chuuya. His beloved Nakahara Chuuya. The one constant in his life who had always been there for him, up until Dazai left him, and then continued to be after Dazai returned. Now, Dazai couldn’t believe he could hurt Chuuya like that. He vowed to never hurt him like that again. And he never wanted to be away from him again. 

For always and forever, he would remain by Chuuya’s side. And he would maintain a wide, genuine smile the entire time.

Because Chuuya's side was exactly where he wanted to remain—forever.

“I love you too, Chuuya. So, so, so much. Happy Valentine’s Day.”