Chuuya smirks, extending his knees and sliding forward so he's nearly in Dazai's lap, but far away enough so he's not sitting down.

After all the fun Dazai had poked at Chuuya over the year, Chuuya got to have his fun, too.

He hung his arms over the brunette's shoulders, that crooked grin of his showing in his eyes, sparkling in amusement at his ex-partner. He sees the fluster on his face, and it pleases him greatly.

Chuuya lowers his voice.

"Y'know, I've been toying with you for quite some time now. Whattaya say I kiss you, and make everything even?"

Dazai blinks. He forces a smile (only forced because it was so hard through his fluster) and slips a finger under Chuuya's choker.

"After all the tension you've built up between us, my petit Mafia, that would be ideal."

"Then I shall."

In a blur, Chuuya throws himself against Dazai to the point that their bodies are pressed flush together. He gently locks his lips with the brunette's and closes his eyes.

Screwing with Dazai was something Chuuya did not get to do often. But when he did, it was one of his greatest pleasures; to fluster Dazai like Dazai had flustered him so many times in the past.

Chuuya felt his hat fall from his head as Dazai's slender fingers ran through his fiery hair. Chuuya wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

Dazai let out a small whine when Chuuya broke away. The redhead tauntingly placed a gloved finger to Dazai's lip and smirked again.

"Ah, was that not enough, mon cheri? You really are selfish, hmm?"

Dazai pouts. "You're having too much fun with this."

"Only dishing back what you've given to me over the last half a decade, bien-aime."

"I like this side of you."

"Good."

"I think you left some of our tension untouched. Would you be a good partner and break it for me?"

"Gladly."

And Chuuya kissed the taller man once more.

He felt his coat fall from his shoulders as he tugged on Dazai's bolo tie to pull him closer. He pushed Dazai down so he fell back on the couch, and began to pepper kisses on his jaw and neck. He stuck his hand into Dazai's fluffy hair and ran his fingers through it. He could feel the softness through his gloves.

"This is nice."

Dazai's voice was breathless.

Chuuya pulled back and rested a hand on the side of his face, admiring his work, admiring the red on Dazai's face and the marred bandages.

"Ah yes, you see, mon cheri, that is the best part about building tension. You keep coming and begging for more, and when the tension is finally resolved, it is truly a blissful feeling."

Chuuya laughed. He ran a finger up the side of Dazai's face and watched his expression change from the touch.

"You're so cute like this, Osamu."

Dazai chuckled.

"That's my line."