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Chuuya rolled his eyes as he watched Dazai fidget on the ground next to the burning helicopter. Although Dostoyevsky was defeated- Nikolai clutching the Russian’s hand to the side of them proved that- the brunette wasn’t able to calm down. Chuuya could feel the stress radiating off of Dazai, something that was unnerving as Dazai usually never let himself get so worked up. As he surveyed the scene, Chuuya could understand why he was worried though. The helicopter was still in flames, Nikolai was still silently lamenting the death of his best friend, and that prison outfit could not be comfortable while covered in blood and sweat. Hell, Chuuya was uncomfortable too with the damn fangs that refused to move, but he wasn’t making a big scene out of it.

“Hey, bastard,” Dazai turned as Chuuya spoke, a defined frown on his face as he shook his leg in a rhythmic motion. “Let’s go.”

“Go? Slug, I know you’re slow but Fyodor could still be out there and we-”

“There’s nothing we can do from here. He’s dead, and if he’s still out there, the hell are we going to do from France?” Chuuya interrupted, grumbling. “We completed our part of the mission, let’s get cleaned up and ready for the next one.”

“But-”

“Dazai, if you make me sit out on this damn rooftop for another minute I’m leaving your ass with the clown.”

Dazai opened his mouth for a retort but clicked his jaw shut, frowning and looking back to the helicopter before pulling himself up. He stumbled slightly as he got up but was able to steady himself, shooting Chuuya a glare when the ginger stepped forward to help.

“Whatever,” Chuuya grumbled. “I called us a car, we’ll stay in a hotel for the night and try to patch you up.”

Dazai nodded but his eyes drifted back to the helicopter, still in disbelief. Was it frustrating? Yeah. Chuuya had only recently reconnected with Dazai and, while their past relationship was exactly defined, Dazai acted like nothing was ever there. On top of that, the entire time after their reconnection, Dazai seemed obsessed with that damn Russian. So much so that he’s still blatantly ignoring Chuuya as they walk down a fire exit and get into a mafia owned black car. The silence was tense as they rode, Dazai’s mind working overtime, and Chuuya pissy. It’s over, he’s dead, so why is Dazai still so focused on it? Can Chuuya not have one minute of peace without the bastard ruining it?

The driver pulls up next to a five star hotel, opening the door to let them crawl out. Only a few people look at them with odd stares, most preferring to keep to themselves and stay out of their way as the duo hobble into the hotel and grab their key. Their room is on the top floor, as far away from everyone as they can, per usual. As Chuuya nearly punches the call elevator button, Dazai gives the metal doors a strange look, pulling his bottom lip in his mouth to chew on it. Great, he’s overthinking again. When the doors open, Chuuya grabs the brunette's sleeve and tugs him in.

“Stop thinking so damn loud,” Chuuya grumbles as he clicks the button to the top floor.

“Maybe you should try thinking for once,” Dazai shoots back. “I’m not exactly on good terms with elevators right now, slug.”

The mafioso sighs, leaning against the back wall as the machine launches them upward, “I know…just, it’s almost over okay?”

“I know,” Dazai fixes his jaw and stares forward, leaning into himself a little. “I’m not a child, I know that it won’t kill me.”

Chuuya scans the expression on Dazai’s face, trying to pick apart exactly what the detective was feeling. He was obviously anxious and worried, but it felt illogical and off for him. They were okay, weren’t they? They survived another near death experience and would live another day. They did this all the time. Was it the time in captivity that was worrying him? 

The elevator chimed happily as it opened the doors to the top floor, shaking Chuuya from his thoughts. It didn’t matter. Dazai was being weird as usual. 

Dazai quickly hobbled his way out of the elevator, rushing past Chuuya and snatching the key off of him. They kept the quick pace as they made their way to the room, only relaxing once they made it inside and shut the door. The room was… lacking for Chuuya’s taste. One large bed and dim warm lighting, everything decorated in creams and maroons. The bed was large and full of fluffy blankets, positioned in the middle of the room. The only thing accompanying it was the desk to the right with an office chair. A bathroom split off to the side, complete with a shower, toilet, and large mirror. Simple. Considering how much money Chuuya had spent on the room, he was a little pissy, but Dazai seemed perfectly content, spinning around in the middle of the room with his arms out.

“Finally,” Dazai sighed, his signature shiteating grin back on his face. “A real bed! A real shower!”

Chuuya scrunched his nose as he watched the performance, sitting down in the office chair with a grunt, “Yeah yeah. Use the shower before you put your bloody ass on the sheets.”

Dazai pouted, turning to the ginger and putting his hands on his hips, “Are you calling me gross?”

“I’m blatantly stating you’re disgusting. Don’t piss me off, go shower.”

“Fine!” Dazai nearly skipped to the bathroom, humming some obnoxious tune as he slammed the door shut. 

“And don’t use all the hot water!” Chuuya yelled after him as he heard the water turn on.

“No promises!”

Thirty minutes. The bastard took thirty minutes and, probably, all the hot water before he gleefully walked out of the bathroom, humming a different yet, just as annoying tune. Chuuya glared as Dazai plopped himself down on the bed, wrapped in a fluffy white robe like a mummy in a blanket. 

He sighed and laid down on his back, practically purring in comfort, “This is the life! I never thought I’d miss a shower.”

Chuuya glared as he stood, “Yeah, you don’t frequent.”

Dazai sat up on one elbow, holding a hand to his chest in false astonishment. “You wound me!” He whined, putting on an exaggerated pout. “I always smell delightful!”

Too tired to humor the mackerel, Chuuya rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom, shutting and triple checking that he locked the door. The room was still humid from the past use, but not unpleasant. Glancing into the mirror, Chuuya grimaced at the state of himself. Dark circles and messy hair, he felt like a mess. Turning the water on, he found that there was at least some hot water left. He peeled off his dirty clothes, grumbling to himself that another outfit was ruined to Dazai’s planning. He’d call for clothes to be delivered once he got out, though, he wasn’t quite sure how long they’d be in France for. He stepped into the shower and groaned lowly as the warm water eased tension off his muscles, practically melting at the sensation. Dazai was right, this is amazing.

Still, he worked quickly as he scrubbed himself down, mind still wandering to his- ex?- partner. He’d never seen Dazai so worked up over something, so blatant in his feelings. Outside of- no, he won’t let his mind wander to that. Chuuya frowned at his own mind as it drifted back to the memories of when he and Dazai were eighteen. Despite only being three years ago, it felt like ages since they had that kind of connection. Dazai coming home from a mission, frustrated and worked up, only able to be calmed down if he was bent over and-

Chuuya turned the water off, groaning and smacking his head into the wall of the shower with a soft thud. He didn’t want to think about that right now. Dazai left, Dazai didn’t care, and Dazai certainly didn’t feel like that towards him anymore. Still, his body had a visual reaction to the image of the brunette’s back arched and head thrown back-

Thud. Thud. Thud .

Chuuya gently hit his head against the wall, trying to banish the thought. Just focus. 

The ginger stepped out of the shower and quickly cleaned himself off, trying desperately to keep his mind from wandering to no avail. The situation was too similar to their past. Is that what he needed to calm down? Chuuya couldn’t provide, Dazai had proven that by flirting with every girl he met. He wasn’t interested. Chuuya couldn’t help and just needed to drop it. 

He slipped the robe on, making sure to tie it tight around his waist so it wouldn’t slip. The fabric was nice against his skin, and hid the evidence of his thoughts well enough.

Embarrassing. This was so embarrassing.

Chuuya stepped out of the bathroom, still working a towel against his head as he tried to dry his hair. Dazai hadn’t moved, still laying in the middle of the bed with his back propped against the headboard and his legs crossed and rested on top of the sheets. He was busy flipping through the hotel provided Bible, brows furrowed as he read. His eyes shot up and locked with Chuuya’s as the ginger stepped into view, eyebrows raising as a grin split the frown.

“Awh, is Chuuya being dirty?” The brunette teased.

“What are you talking about?” Chuuya shot back, a faint blush rising to his face. 

Dazai set the Bible down on the nightstand, shifting before crawling on his hands and knees to the edge of the bed. He looked up at Chuuya, brown eyes wide and full of amusement.

“You’re hard.”

Chuuya flinched away, feeling blood rush to his face, “No, I’m not.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Chuu-ya.” Dazai drew out his name in a teasing manner, reaching out and grabbing the fabric of the robe. He pulled Chuuya closer, refusing to let distance be made between them.

“It’s just the shower, Dazai, quit,” Chuuya protested, glaring down in a mix of irritation and embarrassment. 

“But Chuu-ya-”

“I said quit,” Chuuya snapped, pushing Dazai’s hand off of him. “I don’t want to deal with your shit tonight. You ended this between us, stop fucking with me.”

Dazai’s grin faltered, shaking a bit before he righted himself, “But I’m so stressed out right now. C’mon, take my mind off of it.”

“Stop. Just stop. I don’t do one night stands, you know that.” Chuuya pulled himself away, watching Dazai’s expression.

Dazai met his stare, eyes full of a foreign emotion. He leaned back, sitting on his calves as he watched the redhead move away from him. The silence between them was thick, heavy, weighted with words that were left unsaid all those years ago. Dazai was obviously thinking back to their old relationship, but his opinion was shielded by a weak smile that seemed to crack at the edges. After a moment, Chuuya left to put his towel away in the bathroom, leaving Dazai sitting on the bed.

“I never stopped loving Chuuya,” Dazai softly spoke from the other room, forcing Chuuya to freeze in his tracks outside the bathroom. “I just… I couldn’t stay.”

Chuuya swallowed a lump in his throat, eyes fixed on the bathroom door but not seeing. 

“You wouldn’t have left with me.”

“You don’t know that.” Chuuya’s voice cracked as he spoke, revealing the effect the words had on him.

A pause.

“I do.”

Chuuya stepped back into the main room, watching as Dazai fiddled with his hands on the bed, eyes trained on his lap.

“You made that choice for both of us,” Chuuya commented, wanting his voice to come out harsh only for it to weaken as Dazai looked up at him, face full of grief.

“I missed you every day. I couldn’t stay, not with what was happening. I still mourn what happened to us.”

Chuuya nodded, sitting down next to Dazai on the bed, watching.

Dazai dodged eye contact, picking at his fingers as he struggled to find the right words. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again only to let out a hoarse chuckle. “I shouldn’t have assumed you still felt the same.”

“Dazai-”

“I’ve loved you since I saw you Chuuya, you know that,” Dazai muttered softly, as if the words hurt him. Brown eyes met blue and brown. “I didn’t mean to ruin us, I didn’t-”

Chuuya pushed forward, grabbing Dazai’s face with both hands as he interrupted the lamenting with a searing kiss. Dazai froze beneath him, hands grabbing onto Chuuya’s wrists, before he melted into the touch, softly returning the affection.

Chuuya pulled away, smiling as Dazai leaned in to him for more. “I still care, I do, I still love you Osamu.”

Dazai’s eyes rapidly scanned Chuuya’s face, looking for any hint of lying before shoving himself forward and roughly connecting their lips. He pushed Chuuya back until his back hit the bed, legs swinging over to straddle the redhead’s hips. Chuuya gasped as he fell back, grabbing onto the brunette’s hair and tugging softly. Dazai groaned into the kiss, pushing himself further into Chuuya until they were chest to chest, hands frantically gripping the front of Chuuya’s robe like he would disappear at any moment. 

Deepening the kiss, Chuuya pushed Dazai’s head closer to him, slipping his tongue against his lips and groaning in approval as the brunette complied to the demand, opening his mouth and meeting his tongue with his own. Chuuya took his time relishing in the taste of Dazai, tracing every inch of Dazai’s mouth as he could reach. Dazai wiggled against him, grip tightening as he bit at Chuuya’s lip playfully. Chuuya growled softly in response, biting back at Dazai’s lips.

Dazai moaned at the sensation and the taste of iron bloomed in Chuuya’s mouth, drawing him out of his trance. He pulled Dazai back by his hair, taking in the image of the detective. Brown hair was mused, eyes dazed and blow, and his lips were kiss swollen and a bit bloody, a cut on his bottom lip welling up with blood.

“Shit,” Chuuya gasped between heavy breaths. “I forgot about the fangs, I’m so sorry-”

“Do it again,” Dazai choked out, voice broken already. “ Please .”

Fire erupted in Chuuya’s lower stomach, fueling him to pull Dazai back in harshly and bite down on his lips. The kiss was rough and metallic, drawing wanton moans from the shifting detective above him. Chuuya groaned lowly against his lips as he felt Dazai’s excitement press against his own. Dazai’s hips stuttered as he sloppily rutted down, gasping and whimpering into the kiss.

Impatient, Chuuya gripped Dazai’s shoulders and pushed, flipping them over so Chuuya was straddling Dazai’s hips on top. Dazai whimpered as he back hit the bed, hips jutting up at the display of strength. 

“Fuck,” Chuuya groaned, grinding himself downward. “You’re gorgeous.”

Dazai softly smiled up at him, eyes fuzzy and open. Blush dusted his cheeks and chest, blood was smeared across his lips, and the robe had shifted open, revealing his slim, bandage covered neck, sharp collarbones, and flushed chest.

Chuuya ground his hips against him, causing Dazai to toss his head back in a soft moan. Seizing the opportunity, Chuuya leaned down and gently nipped at Dazai’s exposed skin. Fangs traced across his jaw and nipped at the junction below his ear, a red lovemark blooming under the ministrations. Dazai’s hands flew to Chuuya’s hair, softly tugging as he gasped. Chuuya continued the abuse, nipping and suckling at the skin as he went down his neck before meeting bandages. He traced a fang over the gauze in hesitation, a silent question in the air. Dazai nodded and pushed Chuuya’s head further into his neck. The fangs easily sliced through the gauze has Chuuya bit down harshly, the taste of iron tainting his tongue. Dazai’s back arched as he pushed his hips forward, loudly moaning as pain bloomed in his neck. Chuuya lapped at the mark to soothe, hands beginning to drift down and pull at the fabric holding Dazai’s robe together. He tossed open the robe, groaning as he drank in the sight of Dazai’s flushed body. Dazai closed his eyes and tilted his head back, a flush of embarrassment taking over his face as Chuuya blatantly stared down at him.

Starting from the brunettes neck, Chuuya traced a trail of soft bites and suckles down his chest before taking a soft pink nipple into his mouth, dragging a a sharp fang against the sensitive flesh. Dazai gasped and rutted up, only to be met with Chuuya hips rutting down. Both groaned at the friction, Dazai tugging at his hair and Chuuya harshly sucking at his nipple. His tongue swirled around the pink bud, fingers harshly pulling and tugging on the other neglected nipple before switching. Dazai’s shifting increased as he wriggled underneath the redhead’s ministrations, soft mewls and gasps being drawn out of him at every tug. 

After deeming his chest fully pampered, Chuuya kissed his way back up Dazai’s neck before catching his lips in another sharp kiss, fingers softly tweaking and teasing the oversensitive pink buds.

“Chu-” Dazai gasped as Chuuya tugged, “Chuuya, please.”

“Tell me what you want,” Chuuya growled out, voice hoarse and gravelly, before he went back to nipping at Dazai’s neck, tongue laving against the skin.

“Let- ah- let me help you feel good too,” Dazai twitched as Chuuya bit down on him again, once more drawing blood. At the request, Chuuya leaned back, letting Dazai gather himself for a moment. Dazai’s eyes were glazed over, his mind already gone and lost in the haze of lust between them. He took a second to readjust to using his mind, expression open as he thought, before he leaned up and gently pushed at Chuuya’s chest. 

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” Dazai said weakly, more pleadingly and whiney than anything.

Chuuya chuckled and nodded, grinding down on Dazai one more time to tease before getting off of him. Dazai gasps and shoots a glare at Chuuya. As he sits up, the robe falls off of him like water, slipping down his pale skin to reveal his lithe frame. Scars litter his lanky body, along with fresh love bites decorating his skin. Chuuya catches himself staring as Dazai moves, lazily pushing himself off the bed and setting between Chuuya’s knees on the floor. Long, thin fingers dart forward to start undoing the tie of Chuuya’s robe.

Chuuya leaned back on one hand, the other leaning up to gently run fingers through soft brown curls. Dazai leaned into the touch but continued his mission, grumbling something under his breath in frustration before finally undoing the tie, pushing the fabric out of his way. 

Chuuya fondly watched as Dazai took in the sight of him, eyes trained on his straining cock that twitched under the attention. 

“Before we ever did anything,” Dazai speaks, voice mostly back to normal but still a bit hoarse. “I always thought you’d be smaller.”

“Is that so?” Chuuya teases, fingers gripping Dazai’s hair softly. “And now?”

“I’m so glad you’re big,” Dazai gives a soft laugh, looking up at Chuuya with affection stained into his expression. “You’re fucking godly.”

Chuuya chuckles at the praise, his chest puffing a little. He knew, to an extent, that he looked good. He worked out and took care of himself, and a nine inch dick did help his case, but he was pretty sure Dazai was just bordering on cock drunk at this point.

Dazai looks back down on his prize, hands resting on Chuuya’s thighs as he leans forward and kitten licks at the precum beading at the slit. Chuuya lets out a low breath as pleasure erupts in his lower stomach as Dazai’s soft tongue works at the head of his cock, swirling around the top before taking it into his mouth. Dazai looks up at him, making eye contact with the redhead before giving a soft suck, ripping a moan from Chuuya.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” Chuuya groans, the praise only fueling Dazai to push himself down an inch more, tongue pushing against the vein on the underside of his dick. 

The brunette sloppily sucks at the top of the head, drooling building in his mouth as he bobs his head up and down slowly. He pulls back, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. Chuuya’s dick rests on his tongue twitching at the sight of Dazai’s drool dripping down the shaft.

Chuuya moans softly, grip tightening as he bucks forward slightly. “Keep going, put your mouth to use for once.”

Dazai moans against him, vibrations shooting pleasure through Chuuya’s veins, before closing his mouth and returning to bobbing his head up and down. Sloppy slurping noises fill the room as Dazai moans and suckles at Chuuya’s cock, a hand coming up to wrap around the length Dazai couldn’t fit in his mouth. Drool coat his hand and drips down to Chuuya’s balls, messily easing the glide as Dazai sucks harshly and twists his hand with a soft squeeze.

“Ah, fuck, Osamu, keep going,” Chuuya moans, tossing his head back. Dazai continues with more vigor, tongue massaging the glans under his head and dexterous fingers working the rest of him. Pleasure burned in his lower stomach, urging him to softly shift his hips back and forth into Dazai’s mouth, the grip on the soft curls guiding Dazai’s bobbing. He didn’t dare look down at the sloppy image Dazai was making, the thought alone bringing him close to the edge. 

“Dazai, ahn, I’m close,” Chuuya’s thrusts picked up pace as he began to chase his orgasm, heart racing as pleasure overtook him.

Beneath him, Dazai moaned, pulling his hands off of Chuuya and taking Chuuya down to the root. Chuuya gasped as Dazai’s throat squeezed around him, milking him to cum. Moans vibrating up his cock, sending shots of pleasure through him. Chuuya sat up a bit, both hands coming down to grip harshly in Dazai’s hair as he begins to thrust into Dazai’s mouth, fucking into his throat. Dazai gags underneath him, the sounds of spit and hips meeting lips only enticing Chuuya forward. He felt himself on the edge; a tight throat squeezing his head, a tongue working his shaft, and thin fingers gripping his thighs tightly. It felt so good, he was so close-

“You know, I get stressed out too, but I never thought that this would be how you two fix it.”

Dazai pulled off of him with a harsh gasp and Chuuya’s eye flew open, both turning to the source of the voice. 

Nikolai sat in the office chair across from them, his head leaning on his hand as he watched them with a bored expression. His legs were crossed, one foot swinging softly and relaxed, as if he didn’t just appear and ruined one of the best orgasms of Chuuya’s life.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Chuuya yells, half-mortified but mostly pissed.

“Well, I waaaas coming to lament the loss of my bestie, but you two seem busy.” Nikolai sighs, rolling his eyes as if they were an inconvenience. “I thought Dazai would have been mourning his friend more.”

Dazai looked openly horrified, mouth agape as he stared at the jester.

Nikolai looked between them, “Is this a good stress relief method for you two? Who knew you were so scandalous! Aren’t you supposed to be enemies or something?”

Chuuya glared, “Get. Out.”

The jester shook his head, “Nuh uh, I won’t.” He stood, putting a hand to his head as if he was faint. “I’m still weak from the loss of my friend, it took all of my energy to make a portal to this room!”

“There’s a door,” Chuuya retorted. “Leave.”

Nikolai giggles and spins, pointing at Chuuya like he won a game show, “But I’m so stressed! And you killed my friend, so you get to fix it!”

Chuuya rolled his eyes, “I’ll buy you drinks later, but-”

Crossing his arms, Nikolai shook his head, “Nope! I don’t want drinks!”

Chuuya groaned, feeling the heat of the moment completely cold and stale. Of course, as soon as something was going right for him, someone had to ruin it. At least it wasn’t Dazai this time.

“I’m not opposed,” Dazai chimed, looking between Chuuya and Nikolai with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

And he ruined it.

“What?!” Chuuya choked out. “We’re not getting up and having a therapy session with this guy-”

“Chuuya is so dense!” Dazai teases, leaning back to sit on the floor. He grinned up at Chuuya, robe bunched below him, revealing everything in a languid manner. “That’s not what I’m implying.”

“No.”

“But Chuuya-!”

“With him?! ”

Dazai pouted a little, making puppy eyes up at the redhead, “We’ve done it with strangers before.”

Chuuya scoffed, covering himself up with his robe to the best of his ability, “But this is different.”

Nikolai chuckled behind them, a grin painted gleefully on his face, “Yeah this is different.”

Chuuya took a moment to think, looking back and forth between the two. It was true that Dazai did have a propensity to bring home strangers for threesomes, enjoying the attention of having two lovers. It was just… I mean, they just killed this guy’s best friend. Is that not a little weird? Nikolai seemed up for it, eyes roaming over Dazai’s body unabashedly.

“Fine.” Chuuya concedes. “But there are rules.”

Nikolai nods, “Of course.”

Chuuya glares at him, “You don’t get to kiss him.”

Nikolai pretends to debate the conditions before nodding, “I can do that.”

Dazai absolutely beams, hands drifting up Chuuya’s thighs before pulling the robe off of him once more. Chuuya only has time to glance down in confusion before Dazai fully sinks down on him once more, nose brushing against his lower stomach. Chuuya gasps and grabs his hair, holding his head down as Dazai’s throat squeezes around him. From being edged earlier, every sensation feels ten times stronger. He lets Dazai pull off with a gag, sighing in pleasure as Dazai gently licks and slobbers on him, beginning to gently bob his head. 

Chuuya watches Dazai close his eyes and focus on pleasuring Chuuya, moaning softly as his tongue flicks against his head. His attention is brought up, though, as Nikolai silently moves behind Dazai’s naked form crouched on the floor. Chuuya raises an eyebrow in question as the jester lowers to his knees behind the brunette before gripping Dazai’s hips and pulling them up so he was on his knees with his ass in the air. Dazai is shifted and dips further down Chuuya, forcing a moan out of Chuuya as Dazai gags.

Nikolai softly chuckles as he leans down and licks a stripe from Dazai’s balls to his hole, tongue circling the muscle as a gloved hand gently tugs on Dazai’s thin cock. The brunette moans around Chuuya, beginning to bob his head faster as Nikolai slowly strokes him and works his entrance with his tongue. Chuuya watches as Nikolai looks up at him, nose buried between Dazai’s pert asscheeks before shifting. The action causes Dazai to moan and grip onto Chuuya’s thighs harder. Fuck, Dazai was right. This was amazing.

Chuuya watches as Nikolai pleasures Dazai, the warm mouth wrapped around him becoming near frantic at the added pleasure. Gripping the curls with both hands, Chuuya softly bucks into Dazai’s mouth, savoring the feeling of Dazai’s throat opening for him and drool dripping down his cock. 

“Does he like when you fuck his throat?” Nikolai asks, leaning back from eating Dazai’s ass to take a glove off and rub a finger against his entrance. 

Before Chuuya can answer, Dazai nods eagerly, moaning against the dick in his throat. Chuuya chuckles and rewards the enthusiasm with a deep thrust.

“He likes being used,” Chuuya groans out, refocusing his attention on the detective choking on him. He pulls Dazai’s hair and pulls him all the way down harshly, holding him there and grinding against his face.

“Can you show me?” Nikolai grins, watching the show in front of him as he slips a finger into Dazai, working him open with his spit. 

Chuuya nods, “He’s a good boy, he’ll take it, won’t he?”

Dazai nods and moans, wiggling his ass against the finger prodding him open. 

Chuuya pulls Dazai back by his hair before slamming his head back down, tossing his head back and moaning as he begins to harshly pull Dazai up and down on his cock. The room fills with the sound of Chuuya’s moans and Dazai slobbery gags, the redhead fucking into his mouth mercilessly.

Nikolai slips another finger into his ass, other hand abandoning Dazai's dripping cock to land a heavy blow on his ass. Dazai chokes on Chuuya, nails dragging down his thighs, before keening. Chuuya gasps and picks up his pace, holding Dazai’s head in place as he thrusts in and out of his throat, pattern becoming unsteady as he nears his edge once more. 

“He’s such a slut,” Nikolai murmurs, scissoring Dazai open and hitting him once more.

Chuuya nods shakily, squeezing his eyes shut as he trembles with pleasure. As he thrusts, he suddenly feels Dazai’s throat squeeze impossibly tighter. He opens an eye to see Nikolai lying across Dazai’s back, a hand around the brunette’s throat and the other working Dazai’s smaller cock. His obvious bulge rubs against Dazai’s wet entrance, pushing Dazai forward. The hand gripping his throat squeezes, and Chuuya can see his dick pushing against the hand through Dazai’s throat.

“Fuck,” Chuuya gasps and groans, forcing Dazai’s head down all the way as he cums down his throat. He twitches and weakly thrusts, forcing all of his cum into the back of Dazai’s throat. He feels as Dazai gulps and chokes around him. Big brown eyes stare up at him, drool and tears trailing down his face. 

Nikolai rubs Dazai’s throat, purring a, ”Good Boy,” into Dazai’s ear as the detective swallows all of Chuuya, hand still working his cock. “You can cum from being used, can’t you, slut?”

Dazai moans and closes his eyes, eyelids fluttering as he cums in Nikolai’s hand, body twitching and convulsing. Chuuya jerks one last shot into his throat before letting Dazai go, watching as he pulls off with a gasp and a cough. He tosses his head back and moans and Nikolai works him through his orgasm.

“Fuck, Dazai,” Chuuya pants, gently running his fingers through sweaty brown curls.

“Mmnahh,” Dazai moans, twitching as Nikolai roughly squeezes him.

Nikolai grins at Dazai’s expression before leaning into his shoulder and biting harshly, drawing a yelp from brunette. Chuuya pulls himself away from them, stumbling a little as he stands. 

“I’m gonna get a towel,” Chuuya breathlessly informs the two.

“I’ll keep him warm for you,” Nikolai sing songs, shoving two fingers into Dazai harshly. Dazai leans against the side of the bed, twitching with overstimulation yet, shoves his ass back into the touch.

Chuuya feels his dick twitch at the sight despite just cumming before he forces himself to turn to grab a towel. Once in the bathroom, he takes a moment to breathe, staring at his sweaty form in the mirror. Every thought felt sluggish and weak, and everytime he started to think a more coherent thought, Dazai would moan from the other room, scattering his train of thought. He grabs a towel and wets it, wiping his face and dick off before grabbing another and walking out. 

When he walks out, he’s greeted to the sight of Dazai face down and ass up in the bed and Nikolai working him open with his fingers. In the time that it took for Chuuya to catch his breath, Nikolai was stripped of his clothes and Dazai was hard again. He watched as Nikolai’s muscular frame dwarfed Dazai’s, a strong arm pushing Dazai’s shoulder blades down and forcing him to stay down as his other hand roughly thrusts three fingers in and out of him, drawing wanton moans from Dazai, barely muffled in the sheets.

Nikolai looks up at Chuuya with a feral grin, pulling back from Dazai to sit on his heels. The action reveals Nikolai’s straining member, pale, thick, and straining against his abs. It was a little shorter than Chuuya’s own but thicker, precum dripping down the head. Dazai whimpers to protest the lack of contact, shifting backward to push his ass against Nikolai’s cock, drawing a moan from both of them.

Nikolai pushes Dazai forward, facing shoved back into the sheets before he lifts and shifts the detective with a grunt, muscles flexing as he repositions him. Chuuya watches as Nikolai adjusts Dazai so his head is pushed against the jester’s thick cock and his ass is up in the air, hole twitching at the emptiness. 

“He’s ready,” Nikolai grunts, watching as Dazai begins to messily lap at his cock without thought, desperately sucking at the shaft. Nikolai tosses a small bottle of lube towards the end of the bed, shifting so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. Chuuya can’t help but stare as his muscles shift under his pale skin with every movement. 

Chuuya crawls onto the bed behind Dazai, dick fully at attention again as he grips and spreads his cheeks. His attention is broken when Nikolai moans quietly, Dazai’s head hiding whatever he’s doing but the bobbing motion gives it away. 

“You’re insatiable,” Chuuya groans, grabbing the lube and slicking himself up.

Dazai moans at the words, lube dripping hole clenching around nothing. 

“He’s such a good boy,” Nikolai grins and bucks his hips up, earning a gag. “He’s always asking for more.”

Chuuya grunts, grabbing Dazai’s hips and lining himself up, “He’s an attention whore.”

Nikolai grabs his hair and lifts Dazai off his cock, tracing a thumb across his lip before shoving it in his mouth. The jester hums as he watches Dazai’s dazed expression. “I wouldn’t think such a smart foe could be reduced to this .”

Chuuya thrusts in completely to the hilt as Nikolai says the last word. Dazai screams in response, arching into the stretch and pushing his ass back. 

Groaning, Chuuya softly thrusts against the tight heat of Dazai, grip becoming bruising as Dazai tightens around him. “Yeah, he acts like he’s all that, but deep down he’s just a cockslut.”

Nikolai pulls his thumb out of his mouth and pushes Dazai back down on his cock. As Chuuya pulls out, Nikolai pushes in moaning as Dazai sobs and gags on him. Chuuya thrusts in harshly, pushing the brunette forward and down on Nikolai’s cock. Chuuya splays himself across Dazai’s back, nipping at the exposed flesh and moaning as Dazai pulses around him, squeezing him tight. Chuuya pulls his hips back and thrusts in hard, setting a slow and rough pace. Every thrust forward sends Dazai careening forward onto Nikolai, who harshly meets his mouth with sharp thrusts. Chuuya bites down hard, drawing blood on one particularly hard thrust, causing Dazai to swallow and choke around Nikolai’s thick shaft. They all moan in unison at the burst of pleasure. Chuuya pulls back and begins to thrust a little harsher.

“Fuck, you’re right,” Nikolai groans, biting his bottom lip, his white hair mused and messy, “his mouth is good.”

Chuuya scoffs, “That’s the only thing it’s good for.”

Nikolai laughs and thrusts up into Dazai’s throat, who whimpers and moans at the rough treatment, “You should keep him around just for this.”

Chuuya shifts the angle of his thrusts, satisfied once Dazai begins to wiggle and moan more, “You’re right, but he’d like that too much.”

They take turns thrusting into Dazai from his ass and mouth, both taking pleasure from the straining brunette beneath them. Dazai struggles and chokes at every thrust, but moans in pleasure and drips enough precum to form a small puddle beneath him. Chuuya gasps and pants as he thrusts, fingers digging into his flesh and holding Dazai in place as he ruthlessly fucks into his tight heat. 

“Nakahara,” Nikolai pipes in, equally out of breath. “Can he take both?”

Chuuya slows his thrusts a bit, thinking. They hadn’t tried that before. 

Nikolai pulls Dazai’s head off his cock by his hair, “Do you want to be a good boy and take both of us at once?”

Dazai furiously nods to the best of his ability, slumping against Nikolai, “Yes!” His voice is wrecked , hoarse and used and weak, barely audible. 

Nikolai grins sharply, “Good boy.”

Chuuya pulls out and lets Nikolai readjust. They end up with Chuuya laying against the headboard, Nikolai helping support Dazai as he sets the brunette on Chuuya’s lap. The jester grabs Chuuya’s cock, giving it a few short jerks before lining Dazai’s entrance up and dropping him. Dazai arches and throws his head back, keening as Chuuya reenters him fully. 

Chuuya rests his hands on his hips, whispering soft praises into Dazai’s ears as he slowly lifts and drops Dazai down on his cock, pulling weak moans and whimpers from him. Dazai’s thin, pink cock bounces with every thrust, drooling weakly all over itself.

They let him adjust for a second, Chuuya softly thrusting up into him before Nikolai slips a finger in Dazai next to Chuuya’s cock. Both Chuuya and Dazai moan in unison, Dazai collapsing forward onto Chuuya’s chest, smearing his precum over his abs. The squeeze becomes impossibly tight as Nikolai works a finger in beside him, wiggling and pulling at the rim.

Chuuya pants, weakly thrusting into the tight warmth, “You okay, Osamu?”

Dazai nods, “Feels good… More, please.”

Chuuya moans at Dazai’s wrecked demeanor, beginning to thrust in slowly as he could manage. He only gets this submissive side of Dazai when he’s extremely fucked out, but he wishes he could keep him like this forever. Chuuya pulls Dazai into a hug, burying his nose in his neck as he softly thrusts. Weak moans and whimpers stream out of Dazai’s bruised throat as Nikolai pushes a second finger in. 

“You’re so good for me Dazai, you can take it, can’t you?” Chuuya murmurs, nipping softly at his throat.

Dazai nods, “I can take it.”

“Good boy. I love you Osamu.”

Dazai leans back and catches Chuuya’s mouth in a kiss, sloppily pushing himself against Chuuya as he moans into his mouth. Nikolai pushes a third finger in, slowly scissoring them open, causing both to break the kiss to let out deep moans. Chuuya thrusts into the heat before pausing. He’s so close already and they haven’t even started. He can’t imagine how worked up Dazai is.

Chuuya feels Nikolai’s fingers disappear, Dazai clenching around him, before the bed shifts. Nikolai rests on his knees, lining his girth up with Dazai’s tight entrance, a lube coated head pressing against them.

“You ready?” Nikolai asked, voice gruff and showing just how affected he is.

“Yes!” Dazai gasps.

Chuuya bites down on his throat, “C’mon, tell us how much you want us.”

Dazai whimpers and pushes down, wiggling his ass and clenching around Chuuya desperately. “Please, please. I need you both. I need you to fill me, please, please I need you-!”

Nikolai presses his head in, causing them all to moan. Dazai gasps and pulls away a little, but Chuuya holds him in place as Nikolai bullies his cock inside, stretching Dazai to his limit.

“You can take it,” Chuuya groans, forcing himself to stay still.

Dazai tosses his head back, moaning, “So.. big..ahn.. More…”

“Fucking slut,” Nikolai hisses as he gets halfway in. “You’re so tight.”

Chuuya moans as Nikolai’s cock rubs against his own, causing him to involuntarily thrust. Dazai and Nikolai moan in response, Nikolai giving one more thrust to fit completely inside. As soon as Nikolai’s fully inside, Dazai’s eyes shoot wide open and he moans, drool building up in the corner of his mouth and tears streaming down his cheeks. He clenches around them both and twitches, body convulsing as he squirts all over himself and Chuuya, screaming in pleasure. Chuuya’s vision whites out but he barely stops himself from cumming, Dazai’s twitching and convulsing hole milking him close to the edge. 

Chuuya looks up at Nikolai as Dazai comes off from his high. The two make eye contact and Nikolai gives him a wicked grin before pulling nearly completely out and roughly thrusting back in. Dazai screeches and grabs Chuuya’s shoulders, crying out in pleasure. As Nikolai sinks fully into Dazai, Chuuya pulls back, trying to alternate their thrusts. It takes a second, but the two find an alternating pattern, fucking in and out of Dazai relentlessly. Dazai yelps and moans and cries out as they abuse his hole, filling him impossibly full until he feels like he’s going to burst. Chuuya moans; between Dazai’s tight, throbbing heat and Nikolai’s thrusting friction, he can barely hold on.

“I’m not gonna last long,” Chuuya pants out, tracing his fangs across Dazai’s skin and licking at the previous wounds. 

Nikolai nods, panting as he thrusts into Dazai. Chuuya thrusts harshly three more times before he grab’s Dazai’s waist and holds him down, dick twitching as he pumps him full of his second load. Chuuya trembles with exertion, moaning lowly as he cums a heavy load as deep into Dazai as he can. Nikolai thrusts a few more times before pushing himself fully inside next to Chuuya, warmth surrounding both of them as he cums into Dazai. Their cocks twitch against each other as they cum, filling Dazai to the brim. Dazai tosses his head back with a silent scream, cumming dry as he twitches and clenches around them, stomach softly distended from the cum and cocks filling him. He collapses forward onto Chuuya, breaths evening as he gives out. 

Chuuya and Nikolai slowly come down from the high, panting and twitching against each other. Nikolai recovers quicker, pulling out and dragging out warm globs of cum. He sits back on his elbows, staring as cum drips out of Dazai and down Chuuya’s cock and balls. Chuuya gently shifts Dazai, pulling out and setting the detective down on his back on the bed beside them. Dazai curls up onto his side, breathing deep as he slips into slumber. Cum leaks out of him lewdly, ass stretched and open and unable to keep in the large amount of them.

Chuuya leans back against the headboard, panting. Fuck. That was the best fuck of his life.

“Same time next week?” Nikolai chimes in, shattering the peace.

Chuuuya glares, “Get the fuck out.”