Married With Kids

Dazai nearly broke down the door of his own house as he burst through it, his knuckles a pale white from angrily gripping the steering wheel for the duration of his drive home.

"Hey!" He heard his Dad yell from the sitting room, "Watch where you're fucking going. We only got one door."

Dazai quietly shut the door behind him, "Sorry Dad," He walked into the sitting room to meet his Dad smoking a cigarette and watching TV, "Where's Atsushi?" Dazai asked as he opened the window to hopefully air the room of the clouding cigarette smoke.

"He's at Kenji or someone's house," He waved his hand, not taking his eyes off the screen, "Not sure, pick him up before dark."

Dazai nodded taking a seat next to his Dad, on the TV was an old 90's sitcom Dazai didn't know, occasionally his father let out a low chuckle at some niche joke. Dazai took an apprehensive whiff of the air, and despite the smell of nicotine, there was no lingering smell of alcohol. His Dad was not drunk, that was a relief.

"What are you watching?" Dazai asked.

His Dad took a long drag of his cigarette, "It's called Married With Kids, it was pretty big in the '90s," He said through a cough, "Your mother would always watch it when she was pregnant with you, said it helped with the sickness and all that."

Dazai looked at his Dad in surprise. My Mom? Dad rarely talks about her. Even when wasted.

"Can you," Dazai said slowly, "tell me more about her?"

For the first time since he got home, Dazai's Dad looked at him, "Your Mom?"

Dazai nodded ruefully.

"Well, what can I say about her? She was kind and beautiful," He muttered, a small smile tugged at his lips, "She was talented, a singer, and she had the most angelic voice."

Dazai felt himself grin, "I didn't know that."

His Dad scoffed, "You never asked."

Dazai looked at the ground, kicking at an empty chip packet with his foot. Of course I didn't, you would always get mad.

"You're a lot like her you know, stubborn, smart, and yet sometimes a little stupid, and you think a lot, and it gets to you." His Dad took another drag of his cigarette, "You're a good kid Dazai, don't end up like me. If you find someone as good as your Mom, keep her..." His Dad waited for a bit, "Or him."

Dazai's eyes widened, "Him?"

His Dad shrugged, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray, "I've never understood why a man would want to fall in love with another man, but I know kids experiment."

Dazai's face flushed, thinking of Chuuya pressed against him, "Uh, yeah I guess."

His Dad huffed a sigh, standing up, "I need a beer."

Dazai nodded, shuffling his feet below him. Of course that's the only amount of fatherly conversation I get. Dazai got up and made it to his room, sitting on the edge of his bed and kicking off his shoes dramatically.

He kept thinking about the past few hours, flipping it over in his mind to try and come up with a logical answer or solution.

"So," He whispered to himself, "You just received the most incredible blowjob of your life by your arch nemesis who was previously blackmailing you."

The problem was, Dazai had found Chuuya attractive. I mean, sure, Chuuya wasn't a bad-looking guy, but Dazai was actually turned on by the way he looked in that moment. Dazai hadn't even thought of Chuuya in that way when he kissed him in the bathroom, but something changed when he saw Chuuya lying beneath him. At the time he was convinced it was just because he looked strangely like a girl, but maybe it was something else.

Dazai pressed the palm of his hands to his forehead, trying to push out the image of Chuuya panting and whining as pressed Dazai's lips to the soft parts of his neck, stomach, thighs...

Dazai hadn't had those thoughts in a long time. He thought he had completely forgotten about Chuuya until the fucker decided to throw a can at his head.

"Fuck..." Dazai whispered, "This is so fucked."

Well, at least no one knows you're a drug dealer, right?

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Chuuya's sat on his bed staring at his bedroom door for a little while, a small part of him hoped for Dazai to come back, but he didn't. He figured he should shower, he probably didn't smell too great.

He let the warm water wash over his pale skin, scrubbing himself clean before he sat down, feeling the water pelt at his back. He was a mess, though he hadn't cried, which surprised him, instead he felt empty.

It was odd for Chuuya, he was always able to discern how he was feeling, but now it seemed as if he was just a jumble of different thoughts mixing like cement in his head. He felt confused; Confused at why Dazai let him do that, and confused at why he himself had done that. He felt sad; Sad that Dazai had left so suddenly and without even talking first. He felt mad; Mad at Dazai for being enough of an asshole to do that. He felt excited; Excited because he just gave his first blowjob and basically had his first sexual experience. He felt aroused; Aroused because he kept thinking of the look on Dazai's face, his taste, the way he gripped Chuuya's hair, the way he moaned, how he would look at Chuuya in a way that left him so... ecstatic.

Chuuya watched the water run down the length of his arm as he curled his legs to his chest. "Maybe I should talk to Louisa or Margaret about this." He thought to himself. But in the back of his mind, he knew it was a bad idea. They weren't his Moms after all, they had only known him for a couple of years, and sure, he liked them a lot, but he was unsure if they knew him enough to be able to truly help. However, they were the best foster parents he had had so far, by a long shot.Besides, any reasonable adult would tell Chuuya to stop getting involved with Dazai and to leave the whole situation behind, but something told Chuuya that that would be nearly impossible. Not just because Dazai was incredibly stubborn and persistent, but because a small part of him wanted Dazai so badly it hurt. And although his hatred for Dazai was a more pressing and overwhelming pain, Chuuya couldn't help but crave something more. He wanted Dazai to fuck him, to push him against the sheets and kiss him, not just on the lips but everywhere, he wanted to feel every part of him, he wanted to see what was beneath the bandages. He wanted every part of Dazai, all at once, whether pain or pleasure. He wanted to feel Dazai against him as Chuuya took it, and as Dazai devoured him and left marks along his skin.

Chuuya warily placed his fingers on his neck where he was sure Dazai had already left marks.

"Wait. Oh shit."

Chuuya scrambled up, shutting off the shower and nearly slipping as he hurried to the mirror that was fogged with steam. Chuuya hastily wiped his forearm across it to clear the steam, blinking into his reflection.

"... Oh fuck."

Chuuya was looking at about 20 reddish bruises that were spread across his chest and- more alarmingly- his neck.

"That FUCKER!" Chuuya shouted slamming his fist into the sink, "OW! Mother fu-"

"Chuuya?" Margaret called from the other side of the door, "You okay?"

The redhead shook out his hand, "Yeah, I just got mad," Chuuya winced, he probably made that sound bad.

He could hear Margaret hesitating, "Okay, well," She stammered, "Just don't break anything, including yourself."

Chuuya squeezed his eyes shut awkwardly, "Yep..."

He looked back in the mirror as Margaret walked away. The bruises were pretty obvious, actually, they were more like hickies. Chuuya lowered his head shamefully at the thought of Dazai- the idiot- Osamu giving him a hickey. When Chuuya looked back up he couldn't help but realize he was blushing.

"Stop blushing you wimp," Chuuya muttered, reaching into the bathroom drawer to pull out a bottle of concealer. He didn't wear makeup often, but he bought it when he came out because being a gay teenager who experimented with makeup just felt right.

Chuuya applied the concealer, scowling when he realized that it didn't cover them completely, sure they were less visible, but they were still quite obviously love bites.

Ew. Chuuya hated that word. Love bites. He figured he shouldn't call them that because there was no love coming from the person who gave them to him.

Chuuya cringed at his own depressing thoughts. "Of course there was no love, idiot, you hate him, he hates you. You're enemies," Chuuya blinked in surprise, "does that make us enemies with benefits?" Chuuya shook his head, "Ew, no, nevermind. That would never happen. Besides, we only did it once, and we didn't even go all the way."

Chuuya sighed, looking down at his red toothbrush that sat beside Louisa's pink one and Margaret's yellow one.

"Wait, I should brush my teeth right? I mean, I gave a blowjob so it only makes sense."

Chuuya, with a start, realized there was no lingering taste in his mouth, he was a little disappointed, but mainly he was glad, because what if there had been this bad smell or taste? He would've hated that. Chuuya wondered if it was like that for all men or just Dazai.

He hesitated as he reached for his toothbrush, somehow, the novelty of not cleaning away the remnants of his first blowjob stuck with him. It was like a keepsake or a souvenir.

"Don't be stupid you moron," Chuuya scoffed, "Brush your fucking teeth."

Chuuya was caught off guard when he suddenly thought; "With one that size, you can't just clean the mouth, you gotta clean the whole throat." Chuuya blushed and shook the thought from his head, maybe he was going insane. Sure, Dazai had a fucking weapon, we already established that.

Chuuya knew he had gone insane when he had to remind himself not to think of his toothbrush as Dazai's dick as he put it in his mouth.

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A/N:

I tried being a little funny with this one because even I'm getting depressed at this point.(You're welcome)

Love you guys <3