No questions asked

Dazai pulled the car to a stop after an awkward drive where the two sat in uncomfortable silence.

"Two rules," Dazai said, turning to Chuuya, "Rule number one-"

"Come on, Dazai, is there really a need for all this?"

Dazai glared at Chuuya, "Yes, there is, and it's important to me."

Chuuya leaned back, "Fine, what's rule number one?"

"Rule number one," Dazai continued, "Don't assume anything about my life based on what you see."

Chuuya nodded.

"Rule number two, if you have questions, keep them, don't expect me to answer anything, I don't have enough respect for you yet."

"Yet?" Chuuya raised his eyebrows.

"Keep it in your pants," Dazai scoffed. He slid out of the car, closing the door behind him.

Chuuya reached for his door handle tugging at it, though it didn't open. He pulled at it again but the door stayed stuck, "Hey, Dazai, it's stuck." He knocked on the window.

Dazai smirked from outside the car and shrugged.

"Hey, asshole!" Chuuya shouted.

"Child lock," Dazai laughed standing on the other side of the door.

"Let me out!" Chuuya yelled, "I'm claustrophobic as hell!"

"Alright, alright," Dazai chuckled and opened the door, "Here you go, ma'lady," Dazai said coyly, bowing.

Chuuya, red-faced, tackled Dazai to the grass. Dazai rolling and laughing beneath him.

"You dipshit," Chuuya laughed sitting atop Dazai, breathing heavily. He stayed like that momentarily, studying Dazai's brown hair spread across the drying grass. There was a small bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face that was flushed pink under the sun.

"Hey, can you get off, you're heavy as fuck," Dazai muttered.

Chuuya fell to the side onto the grass, "Says you."

The two boys lay there for a moment, the summer sun getting hotter against their skin every second.

"So, um," Chuuya sat up, "Which one is your house?"

"Uh," Dazai stood up, wiping the sweat from his face, "That one." He pointed to a small house with an overgrown garden that surrounded a driveway and a large tree from which a swing hung.

Chuuya stood up, grabbed his backpack from the car, and followed Dazai up to the front door. Dazai unlocked the door and waited a second before turning to Chuuya.

"Um, wait here a moment," Dazai ducked behind the door, half closing it behind him. Chuuya shuffled his feet on the porch awkwardly as he waited for Dazai.

From the other side of the door, he heard a child shout out Dazai's name.

"Hey kiddo," Dazai said, it sounded as if he hugged someone, "I brought a friend over."

"Yeah because friends totally have casual sex while absolutely loathing each other," Chuuya thought.

"Akutagawa!" The kid shouted, racing to the door and ripping it open, "Oh," The kid muttered when he saw Chuuya. He had light grey hair and eyes that almost looked purple.

"Hi," Chuuya waved smiling.

The kid grinned, "Dazai has a new friend!" He ran up and hugged Chuuya's waist. Chuuya laughed and stumbled backward.

Dazai stood at the doorway, smiling slightly.

"I didn't know you had a brother," Chuuya whispered as he hugged the kid back.

Dazai shrugged, "Half brother, technically."

Chuuya nodded and leaned knelt down, "What's your name?" He asked the kid.

"Atsushi," he grinned.

"That's such a cool name," Chuuya held out his hand, "I'm Chuuya."

Atsushi beamed and shook his hand, "Dazai," He turned to his older brother, "I like him."

"I don't," Dazai scoffed, smirking.

Chuuya glared at Dazai and stood up.

"Go do your homework kiddo, I'll order pizza for dinner if you get it done."

Atsushi's face lit up, "Okay!" He shouted and sprinted off down the hall.

Chuuya eyed Dazai curiously, "I didn't know you were good with kids." He mentioned.

Dazai shrugged, "Touche, you managed to not be an asshole for a whole 10 minutes."

Chuuya rolled his eyes and walked through the door, "Shut up."

"Well it was almost 10 minutes but now you ruined it," Dazai smirked.

He led Chuuya down the hall and showed him around.

"This is the kitchen, the lounge, that's Atsushi's room, the bathroom's over there if you need it, don't go in that room, and here's my room," He rattled off as he leaned against the doorframe to his room.

Chuuya pointed down the hall, "Why can't I go in that room?"

"I thought I said no questions," Dazai muttered.

"I was just curious."

"It's my Dad's room," Dazai said, looking at his fingernails.

"And your mom-"

"Is dead," Dazai said it so blankly that it almost seemed as if it meant nothing to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Chuuya glanced down, embarrassed.

"No you're not, everyone always says 'I'm sorry' but they don't truly understand," Dazai bluntly as he walked into his room.

"I understand family problems," Chuuya scoffed and pointed to himself, "Drug addict Mom, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Dazai nodded and sat on his bed, "What is that all about anyway?"

Chuuya scowled, "Thought you said 'no questions.'"

"I never said I couldn't ask you questions."

"Fair enough. You play?" Chuuya pointed at the guitar in the corner of the room, trying to change the subject.

Dazai shrugged, "On and off."

Chuuya nodded and sat on the bed next to Dazai. He scanned the walls and took note of the band posters on the wall, the rack of sneakers, the sheets of paper strewn across his desk, the pile of dirty washing piled on his desk chair, and his height marked on the wall. His room was very him. It was clear he had grown up there. Chuuya was a little envious, he had lived in so many different places over his life. His current room was bare and unrecognizable as if it were nothing close to that of a home.

"Why did you do it?" Chuuya asked quietly.

"What?"

"Have sex with me when I asked," He muttered.

Dazai sighed, "Because I felt bad."

Chuuya shook his head, "that can't be the whole truth."

"Well," Dazai ran a hand over his face, "It is. It was my fault you were so confused and then I saw you that night and you were so... broken, and I knew I could help you, and if I didn't then I would hate myself."

"So..." Chuuya whispered, "There was no other reason?"

"I'm..." Dazai clenched his fists, "Not gay, Chuuya, I'm sorry. I don't like you like that."

"But you enjoyed having sex with me?"

"Well, sex is sex, just because I enjoyed it doesn't mean I'm attracted to you."

"But you think I'm attractive?" Chuuya questioned.

"Well-"

"You looked like you were having fun last night, you must think I'm somewhat attractive?"

"I don't know, Chuuya! This is all too confusing. Yes, maybe I think you're attractive but... I can't make a decision based on that."

Chuuya looked at the floor, "I'll kiss you one more time."

Dazai's eyes went wide, "Sorry?"

"I'll kiss you again, and you can make your mind up based on that, If you hate it, and decide that's not you, push me away and I'll leave, and we'll both forget this happened. But if you enjoy it..."

Dazai stared out the window, "Fine," He muttered after some time.

Chuuya's face flushed red, suddenly all his confidence having been whipped away from him. Dazai stared at him expectantly. Chuuya's eyes flickered from Dazai's lips to his eyes. It wasn't like he didn't expect this, but now that he was here he felt suddenly... shy.

"Uhm-" Chuuya stammered, turning his face away.

"Oh, for fucks sake," Dazai murmured, grabbing Chuuya by the jaw, pulling his face to look at him, "You're useless." Dazai kissed him.

It was a soft kiss, delicate as if Dazai were being careful not to break him. Chuuya hated it, this was the kind of kiss a couple would do at the altar. It fucking sucked. He was supposed to be kissing Dazai, not pecking his lips.

Chuuya leaned forward, moving himself to sit on Dazai's lap, pulling away for a moment, "I said kiss not smooch, dumbass."

Dazai gasped as Chuuya pressed against him, kissing him again with a force, the two of them swaying backward. Dazai had to press his hand behind him to steady the two, his other hand twisting into Chuuya's hair to pull his face closer.

Chuuya moved his body downwards, pressing himself against Dazai.

"Fuck..." Dazai threw his head back to breathe, huffing out a sigh as Chuuya kissed and bit his jawline.

"I wanna..." Chuuya hooked his fingers under the bandages around Dazai's neck, "I wanna kiss your neck but the stupid fucking bandages..."

Dazai hummed as Chuuya's hand traveled down to the waistline of his shorts, his hand slipping beneath it and palming his underwear. Sucking on an exposed part of his neck just below his jawline.

"Holy shit," Dazai muttered shutting his eyes.

"Hmm?" Chuuya bit Dazai's bottom lip, "do you like being dominated?"

"Wait-"

"Dazai! What are you..." The sound of the door swinging open startled the two boys. Atsushi stood in the doorway, his face white.

Chuuya glanced behind him, noticing Atsushi hovering in the doorway, his face quickly becoming red as he realized he was still on Dazai's lap. He stumbled off, tripping and almost landing face-first on the wood floor.

"I um-" Atsushi looked down, "I finished my homework, sorry." He turned away and quickly walked back to his room.

Dazai sat in horror for a moment, his brain still working over everything that had happened in the last 5 minutes. He shook it off, "Atsushi! Wait!" He stood and walked out of the room, stopping a moment to turn around and mutter, "Stay here," To Chuuya who sat on the floor before leaving the room.

When he had gone, Chuuya put his face into the palm of his hands, trying to figure out if he wanted to laugh or cry.

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Atsushi sat on his bed, reading a book, the color slowly returning to his face.

"Hey, Kiddo," Dazai sat on the bed next to him, "Sorry about that."

Atsushi shrugged, "It's okay, you're almost an adult," He slipped a bookmark into the book and put it down, "I just didn't know you were gay."

"I'm not," Dazai stared at his feet.

"Oh," Atsushi picked at his nails, "Bisexual then?"

Dazai looked up and blinked, "You know what that is?"

Atsushi shrugged, "Yeah. But I don't mind by the way, if you want to be with a boy. He seems nice."

"You really think so?" Dazai questioned, almost laughing.

"I mean, of course."

Dazai sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I don't like him, not really."

"Oh," Atsushi was visibly confused, "But you were..."

"Kissing him, yes, but it's complicated and I don't expect you to understand," Dazai leaned back.

"So... you're like friends with benefits," Atsushi grinned.

Dazai's eyes went wide, "Do I really want to know where you learned that phrase?"

Atsushi shrugged, "I read a lot."

"Jesus Christ," Dazai silently cursed himself for raising Atsushi to be so intelligent, "Maybe we are, I don't know."

The two sat in silence for a moment before Atsushi spoke again.

"Maybe it's stupid of me to ask this but... No, never mind."

"No say it," Dazai urged, curious.

Atsushi chewed his bottom lip, "Well, I was wondering... if you were a top or a bottom?"

"What?!" Dazai almost fell off the bed, why was his 9-year-old brother asking if he was a top or a bottom!?

"No, no, I just-" Atsushi waved his hands.

"You are not supposed to know about that stuff," Dazai laughed, "You're nine for Christ's sake."

"I'll have you know that I'm almost 10," Atsushi defended.

"Oh my..." Dazai put his head in his hands. "Seriously though. Am I a top or a bottom?" he shamefully thought to himself, "I mean, I topped when we... did it. But just earlier it was sort of exhilarating when he was more dominant... No, ew. I'm no bottom bitch."

Dazai stayed like that for a moment, seemingly contemplating his life choices.

"Dazai?" Atsushi whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Are you..." Atsushi worded it carefully, "Planning on hurting Chuuya?"

Dazai cocked his head to the side, "In what way?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I think Chuuya may like you."

"Like me?" Dazai thought about this for a moment, why would that asshole like him?

"Yeah, I haven't known him long but I heard the way he was talking to you, and how he looks at you. It's not obvious but it's like..." Atsushi tapped his chin, "Do you know when we went to the lights show?"

Dazai blinked, "Yeah."

"And I couldn't take my eyes off the lights, because they were so cool and you never knew when they would change, so I just kept staring at them so I didn't miss anything?"

Dazai thought about this for a moment, "Yeah I do."

"Well it's like that, he's always got his eyes on you."

Dazai looked down. Maybe it was true. Maybe Chuuya did like him. If that was the case then Dazai would have to end things pretty soon.

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A/N:

Honestly don't like how this chapter went down and how it's written but I'm tired and wanna post so RIP me I guess.

Also random but does anyone have any music suggestions (any genre but country) because I'm bored as hell listening to the same songs over and over. 

Love you guys <3