"Chuuya."

The redhead is still sound asleep.

"Chuuyaaaaaaaaa."

Gentle pokes and nudges are administered, but do no help.

"Wake up, Chuuya."

Tousles of hair and shakes finally cracks the redhead's eyelids open. Joints still stiff, some crack upon him stretching.

"Mm...you're still here, Osamu?"

Dazai closes his eyes, hand still in his ex-partner's hair.

"Of course I am. I wouldn't leave you again."

Chuuya scoffs.

"I seriously doubt that."

Dazai chuckles and ignores the insinuation. He simply savors the feeling of the soft fiery locks in between his fingers that he had the joy of feeling for hours as the smaller man dozed in his lap.

Suddenly a flush comes to the brunette's face.

He reminisces.

Chuuya had used Corruption, believing in him. He had confidence that Dazai was still alive, and ventured out to save him. And he did. Getting inside the dragon and activating the antidote via sucker punch, then Dazai awakening and tenderly cupping Chuuya's cheek, restoring him to his natural state.

However, Corruption had hindered him greatly, more than it ever had. He could not move a single finger. He could no longer repel the fog to keep his ability. But, luck was on his side. The one man who could nullify the fog, the one man who could save him, the one man who could give him a remnant of humanity--even temporarily--was there, with him. Protecting him.

But, of course, he was left in a...compromising position.

Chuuya was in too much pain then to consider it. However, Dazai was not.

Feeling Chuuya so close, nestled between his legs, chin resting on his thigh, tantalizingly close to him, it made him feel…

Dazai swallows.

It was then that he noticed Chuuya staring at him; he notes that Chuuya seemed capable of moving again.

"What's with that look, Dazai? You look shit-faced."

What was Dazai supposed to do, tell Chuuya how he feels? Tell his ex-partner who trusts him with his life all the...thoughts he had been having about him? Tell him all the fantasies he brainstormed while waiting for the fog to clear as said subject of these fantasies slept right against him? No way.

Dazai paints a smile upon his face. "Oh, nothing."

Chuuya raises an eyebrow. Dazai tries not to blush harder as the redhead repositions himself so he's practically sitting in his lap.

"Don't give me that bullshit. Tell me what you're thinking about, asshat."

Dazai swallows again, closing his eyes. He knows he can't get around it this time. He has to tell the truth, for once.

He chokes down the urge to wrap his arms around the petit mafioso in his lap and kiss him senseless. He would surely be killed if he did something like that.

"You. I'm thinking about you."

Chuuya doesn't even look surprised.

"Yeah, I'm thinking about you, too."

"Really?"

"Probably in a different way, but yeah."

Dazai feels his heart skip a beat. He disguises it with a naughty smirk as he whips his hair, and tucks any strands that may have fallen back behind his ear.

"Fufu, in what way, mon petit~?"

Chuuya scowls as red creeps up his face.

"In what way are you thinking about me?"

He tries his best to retort, but to no avail.

Dazai smiles in a manner that makes Chuuya want to punch him.

"I asked you first~"

Chuuya inhales heavily.

"Fine. I didn't think about it all that much while it was happening; I was in too much pain. But...looking back...how close I was to you...I hate it. It's like you knew. Even when you were genuinely trying to help me, you still knew how to fuck with me."

Dazai feigns a look of innocence. "What was wrong with our proximity, Chuuya?"

But before Chuuya can respond, Dazai gives him a prurient smirk. "Could it be because you were right in front of my--"

"I will strangle you if you finish that sentence, shitty Dazai!"

Dazai's smirk does not falter.

"That's hot~"

"Oi, you--"

Chuuya cuts himself off. A smirk spreads on his face.

He leans forward until his torso is against Dazai's. He watches Dazai's expression morph into surprise. It was very entertaining.

"I like that look."

Chuuya paraphrases his words upon when the two first reunited.

"It makes me want to kiss you."

Dazai tilts his head back once more.

"Then do it."

And he does.

It starts out gentle. A soft pressing of lips against his ex-partner's. It's not like they hadn't kissed before. They weren't going into unfamiliar ground.

Not yet, anyway.

Upon feeling Dazai kiss back, Chuuya absorbs himself more into it. However, it remains surprisingly chaste. The tender moving of lips exchanged between the two as if they did it every day. While it had been years since their lips last even met.

How Chuuya wanted to kiss the brunette senseless upon finding him in the dungeon. Seeing him chained up to the wall, helpless, eyeing him in a way he had never done, having never been the one on the receiving end of the harassment, it truly was a sight that rivaled a masterpiece worth ten billion yen. But, he had a goal he was to accomplish. He couldn't let his feelings get in the way.

But now, all was calm. Shibusawa was gone for good, the fog had cleared, everything was in a brief moment of peace. So Chuuya could finally lose himself in the achingly sweet taste of Dazai Osamu.

Desperate for air, the redhead gasps, pulling away from his ex-partner, who looked surprisingly disappointed at the physical contact being taken from him.

What a lovely expression upon his face.

Chuuya smirks again.

"This is nice."

He cups Dazai's cheek. Dazai smirks back.

"This is a great view."

Dazai half-closes his eyes. He leans forward.

"Isn't it?"

He says, breathless, as he licks at Chuuya's bottom lip, warranting a beckoning noise from Chuuya, and a snicker from Dazai.

Taking charge now, Dazai quickly kisses Chuuya's lips, over and over, not giving the redhead time to respond or kiss back.

The kisses progress and get more passionate, until Chuuya feels Dazai's teeth carefully embrace his bottom lip, placing a love bite upon them sloppily.

"You'll leave a mark."

"Good."

Eventually, kissing Chuuya upon the same spot wasn't satisfying enough anymore. So he relocates to the tip of the redhead's overly sensitive ear. He kisses it and feels Chuuya shudder (How cute, Dazai thinks). He closes his lips around them, feigning a bite. But the sensation still causes Chuuya to release yet another beckoning sound, this one louder than the previous, which embarrasses him.

"Ahh, Dazai, y-you…"

Chuuya's words fade off as he bites his lip to avoid making another sound.

When Dazai finally pulls back, Chuuya takes this opportunity.

"That's enough, Osamu."

The shorter man grabs Dazai's overcoat and pulls it down so it pools around his waist. He clenches his forearms.

"It's time for my revenge. I want to hear those noises out of you now."

And, as promised, Chuuya smashes his lips into Dazai's again, no longer gentle. He lets his heart guide him wherever, controlling his lips as they echo Dazai's earlier actions and kiss him over and over again. And, bites Dazai's lip in return for the bite he placed on his own, savoring the sound Dazai makes upon receiving it.

Letting his heart get the better of him, he pushes the brunette down into the rubble. Somehow, it doesn't hurt, fortunately for the both of them.

Now straddling the taller man, Chuuya's kisses migrate from Dazai's lips to his neck, placing not only tender kisses but love bites as well, that warrant pleasured groans and sighs from him.

Chuuya pulls back briefly to look into his ex-partner's red-brown eyes. He smirks at his gorgeous, red-tinted face.

"Now now, hush, Dazai. Akutagawa will hear you~"

Dazai smirks back.

"It's your fault for making me feel so good."

Chuuya goes back to kissing him, getting out two to three words in between each, causing Dazai's heart to race even quicker.

"Oh no...it's your fault. For...holding me...in your lap...so close...to you...how could you...expect me...to resist you?"

Dazai chuckles against Chuuya's lips. "You raise a valid point, mon petit."

After that, the only sounds the two made were the sounds of their lips meeting over and over.

~

"Dazai…"

"Mm, Chuuya…"

Chuuya pulls Dazai's hair out from behind his ear.

"You need to get back to your agency buddies now. Right?"

Dazai sighs.

"Right."

He sits up.

"Hey...thanks for saving me."

Chuuya laughs.

"Thanks for not dying on me."

"Which reminds me...can you promise me something, Osamu?"

Dazai tilts his head, curious. "What is it?"

"Can you...not die at the hands of anyone or anything other than me? I couldn't bear to lose you. I...don't want to imagine life without you. Your existence confuses me. You annoy the hell out of me, yet the thought of anything bad happening to you makes me exceedingly unhappy. So...don't go dying on me, okay?"

Dazai smiles warmly.

"Of course. You are the reason I'm still alive, after all."

He stands up and takes a few steps in the other direction, before turning around to look at Chuuya one more time.

"See you around...partner."

So says Dazai, and Chuuya smiles ever so slightly, as he watches the brunette walk away.

He turns his head and sees his subordinate walking over. He looks up at the young man as he approaches.

"Dimwit Dazai is safe. Now. Give me your shoulder."