Shitty Dazai

THERE IS MUCH HORNY-NESS IN THIS CHAPTER(you have been warned)

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The water in the shower was colder than Dazai had first anticipated. He shivered as his bandages soaked. In his arms, he had a small boy, about his age, with a slender pale frame, his red hair was soaked and striking to his neck and forehead, and his eyes shone blue as he begged Dazai to fuck him.

What was Dazai supposed to do? Say no?

"I..." He began as he blinked through the water, "Didn't bring the condom with me, I left it in your room."

Chuuya rolled his eyes, "Just put it in."

"No, I'll go get it," Dazai began to attempt to lower the redhead.

"No! Because by the time you get back, I might have changed my mind," Chuuya whined, "Please don't leave me."

"But earlier you said-"

"So long as you don't have any STDs and I can assure you I don't have any, it's fine," Chuuya clung onto Dazai's neck.

"Well, what about respect? You said wearing a condom is respectful."

"Dazai," Chuuya pulled away to look the brunette in the eye, "You just walked in on me jerking off, then made me jerk off in front of you, then promptly bent me over my desk and fingered the fuck out of me until I came on my bedroom floor. Any kind of respect is far gone now, so shut the hell up and fuck me already."

Dazai blinked, "Okay," He positioned the two of them, Chuuya having his spine pressed against the cool wall, "You sure you're good down there?"

Chuuya nodded, leaning his head on Dazai's shoulder.

"Tell me if it hurts," Dazai pushed himself in, gasping as Chuuya bit down hard on his shoulder, moaning out loudly as his body shook, "Fuck..." Dazai winced, "Try and relax, yeah?"

"Mother-" Chuuya cried out, "Fucker!"

"Does it hurt that bad?" Dazai asked, feeling Chuuya's legs wrap around him tighter.

"Just go slow, I can take it," Chuuya said, squeezing his eyes shut, "Fuck- how did I do this last time?"

Dazai chuckled, "You were slightly drunk and absolutely delirious."

"Yeah," Chuuya groaned as Dazai pushed it in deeper, "Thanks for reminding me."

It only took a minute for Dazai to bottom out and leave the two boys huffing for air beneath the cold water.

"Stay like this for a moment," Chuuya ordered as moved the hair from his eyes, he put his head up to see Dazai flushed, his hair soaked as water ran off the nape of his neck, "Your bandages are getting wet, you should take them off- Nghh- Dazai!" He didn't finish his sentence before Dazai thrusted upwards.

"Look at you," Dazai smirked as he did it again, "Moaning out my name like a slut."

"I was caught off guard," Chuuya muttered, his fingernails digging into Dazai's back, "I told you to wait- Ahh~" Chuuya fell backward sliding against the wall.

"Watch your head," Dazai said pulling the redhead back into his chest, "We can't have you getting a concussion. Imagine me having to explain that to your Moms."

"Not- My Moms" Chuuya choked out.

"Right, sorry," Dazai thrusted himself in slowly, "I won't be able to hold you for long."

"That's fine," Chuuya moaned, "Just hold me while you can."

Dazai kept moving slowly, their damp skin sliding against each other.

"Fuck," Chuuya groaned, throwing his head back and blinking through the water, "It hurts so much."

"Want me to stop?" Dazai asked, placing bites along the nape of the redhead's neck.

"No, I like it," Chuuya pressed his forehead against Dazai's huffing air out between his swollen lips, "Do it harder."

Dazai smirked and kissed Chuuya's lips that tempted him, "Of course, My Lord," He pressed the redhead harder against the wall to stablise him, his fingernails digging into the redhead's upper thighs, using all his strength to push upwards into him.

"Yes there," Chuuya moaned.

"You like it here?" Dazai asked, hitting the same spot.

"Yes," Chuuya was unable to tell if the dampness in his eyes was from the shower or his tears.

Dazai continued at a fast pace, abusing that same spot over and over until Chuuya's legs began to shake, and his grip loosened.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He shouted, "I can't take it, Ngh~" Chuuya's hands, that were wrapped around his neck dug into Dazai's back, his fingernails dragging along the skin, "Put me down."

"Can you handle it a little longer?" Dazai muttered, wincing, "I'm close."

"No, I seriously can't, I'm gonna fall," Chuuya could feel his legs slipping as he was rough-fucked against the wall, "Fuck! Dazai, put me down!"

Dazai kissed Chuuya's neck, "You'll be fine, I've got you."

"No, but I might-" Chuuya bit down on his lip, his head pressed up as Dazai ravaged his neck.

Dazai sighed against the nape of his neck, "You've done so well, just a little more."

There was no way Chuuya could last a little more. What was Dazai thinking?

The building pressure tightened and Chuuya felt his convulse as he came, shuddering all over, "Stop!" He shouted out, slamming his fist into Dazai's back and moaning loudly.

Dazai halted, Chuuya falling against his chest and breathing heavily, "Holy shit, are you okay?"

"No you fucking-" Chuuya slipped his legs from around Dazai's waist, dropping down to the ground and stumbling, "Moron."

Dazai stepped back, "I didn't think you would actually- I thought that because you already-" He stopped himself, "Sorry."

Chuuya wiped his hair from his eyes, "It's fine," He grabbed Dazai's shoulders, spinning the two around and slamming his back abruptly against the wall. Dazai gasped at the sudden gesture, about to say something but stopped by Chuuya's lips on his.

"Ow! What the fuck-" Dazai flinched uncomfortably beneath Chuuya's touch as he began jerking off the taller, Dazai moaned, pressing the palms of his hands tentatively on the wall behind him, "Don't."

"Oh? Really?" Chuuya said with a smirk, quickening his pace, "You didn't seem to stop when I said so."

"Bastard, you can't-" He reached his hands up to push Chuuya away but stopped when the redhead's hand moved to push them away, his fingertips slipping beneath Dazai's bandages momentarily before he flinched away.

"Stay still," Chuuya ordered, moving his other hand up to Dazai's chest where bandages criss-crossed his skin, he hooked a finger beneath one of the soaked white bandages, "May I? I won't take it all the way off."

He carefully watched as Dazai bit his lip and nodded. Chuuya had never questioned why Dazai wore bandages, they had appeared and slowly grown at the beginning of highschool, and to this day, it was none of his business. He had a rough idea of what could be beneath it but Chuuya wasn't one to make assumptions. But then again, could you blame him for wanting to see Dazai's abs as they had sex?

He moved the bandage down not even flinching when he saw the slashing scar that lined his chest, he glanced up to notice Dazai squeezing his eyes shut with anticipation.

"He's... scared," Chuuya realized, "He's scared of what I'll say."

Chuuya ran his thumb along the scar, the skin purple and tender. He moved in close and kissed up the length of the scar, gently pressing his lips to it. Dazai shivered, his fingers helplessly gripping against the walls.

"It's okay," Chuuya whispered, "I won't hurt you." He twined his hand up to Dazai's neck, tilting his head down to look at him, "You can be an asshole but you don't deserve this."

Dazai's face remained emotionless, but there was a small quiver beginning in his lip that Chuuya immediately erased with a kiss. Pushing up onto his tippy-toes to meet Dazai.

Dazai barely even kissed him back, merely moved his head down to make it easier for Chuuya to kiss him, moaning as Chuuya jerked him off faster.

"Fuck- Chuuya," Dazai pulled away, pressing his head on the redhead's shoulder.

"You feeling good?" Chuuya waited for Dazai to nod into his shoulder, "You gonna cum?" Chuuya asked, pushing any amount of shame from that word out of his mind.

"Yeah," Dazai muttered, shivering.

Chuuya stopped, smirking, "Kiss me, Dazai."

Dazai groaned, "Fuck I'm close."

"Kiss me, then I'll let you finish," Chuuya smiled mischievously.

Dazai's hand moved from the wall, wrapping them around Chuuya's waist and kissing him, pulling him close against him, "There, I kissed you, so please..."

"First turn off the shower," Chuuya grinned widely as Dazai obeyed, flicking the shower off, the cold water coming to a stop, "Now follow me," Chuuya pulled Dazai by the wrist out of the shower, enjoying the little game he was playing.

"Chuuya please," Dazai rolled his eyes.

"Begging are we?" Chuuya laughed at Dazai's agitated face, "Call it payback, sweetheart." Chuuya led him to the bathroom bench, "Sit," He gestured to the white bench that dipped into the sink.

"Do we have to do this?" Dazai asked meekly, averting his eyes.

Chuuya put on a sarcastic yet stern expression, "I didn't see you giving a shit earlier when you finger-fucked me over my desk. Now sit."

Dazai rolled his eyes, "You don't have to keep reminding me of that." He unwillingly pushed himself to sit on the bench, the white material cold beneath him.

Chuuya grabbed Dazai's knees, spreading them apart to fit himself between them, Dazai's legs squeezing around Chuuya's hips.

"This is a little too sensual, don't you think?" Dazai asked, smirking.

"Shut it, shitty Dazai," Chuuya began jerking the brunette off again, a look of satisfaction spreading across his face when Dazai's eyes widened before he hastily squeezed them shut, biting down on his lip. Chuuya kept going until Dazai's face had begun to heat and his arms quivered as they tented on the bench behind him. Then he stopped, "Are you going to tell me where you got this scar now?" Chuuya asked with a smile, running his thumb over the small white scar above his knee, the same one he noticed the first time they did something like this.

"Fucks sake, Chuuya, I was close," Dazai threw his head back slightly.

"I know," Chuuya grinned, "How did you get this scar?"

"I don't remember, please," Dazai begged.

Chuuya shrugged, "Okay," He started slowly jerking him off, "I'll just go real slow so you have time to think about it."

Dazai moaned, looking at Chuuya through dark damp hair that fell in front of his eyes, "You fucking bastard."

Chuuya smirked, keeping his work slow and careful. Watching proudly as Dazai flinched and shuddered. This was the perfect revenge for a horny man-slut.

This went on for a good couple of minutes but unfortunately the author is too mentally ill to detail it all for you horny bastards :)

"Fuck I'm gonna cum, you better not stop," Dazai muttered, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the edge of the bench.

"It's okay, you can," Chuuya nodded, only agreeing because his arm was getting tired. Within moments Dazai came, the palms of his hands flying up to cover his face. Chuuya grabbed a couple squares of toilet paper and handed it to Dazai who snatched it from him.

"Thanks," He muttered, averting his eyes.

Chuuya cocked his eyebrow, "Embarrassed, are we?"

Dazai's face flashed a bright red as he- uh- wiped it off.

Chuuya washed his hands in the sink, the coolness from the shower was beginning to ware off, he could feel the stickiness of the humidity clinging to his skin along with the glowing feeling of dread, the vision of his vision blurred and he suddenly could no longer feel the presence of Dazai behind him. "Dazai?" he asked, glancing behind him to see the brunette pulling two towels off the rack, still there.

"Yeah?" Dazai's face showed concern.

"Nothing..." Chuuya dried his hands and was suddenly aware if his apparent nakedness, he reached for one of the towels Dazai held, wrapping it over his body and up under his arm pits, hugging it in close. Dazai did the same, instead wrapping it around his hips, letting it sit bellow his hip bones, his skin wet, water dripping from the bandages wrapped around his arm and neck, crisscrossed across his chest where water ran around the curves of his abdomen. Chuuya flushed and was quick to glance away. "You are staying, right? For a little while at least."

He heard Dazai reach for his shirt, relieved he was finally putting on some clothes, "Yeah of course, I promised, didn't I?" Dazai reached for his shorts, pulling out his phone from the pocket, "Jesus, we were at it for over an hour."

Chuuya laughed, plucking his shirt off the floor. Like an electric shock, the realization coursed through him in painful currents, "Wait, an hour? What's the time?"

"Uh- 4:30, why?" Dazai asked, frightened by the alarm in Chuuya's voice.

"Shit!" Chuuya shouted, struggling to pull his shirt over his head, "Shit shit! Shit!"

"What?" Dazai scoffed with fear.

Chuuya yanked his other arm through his shirt, almost ripping the seams in two, "Margaret will be home any moment!"

"Oh shit!" Dazai shouted as he pulled on his underware, laughing as Chuuya slipped on the damp floor, stumbling against the bench.

"This is no laughing matter, Dazai, get your shit together!" Chuuya shouted, standing up straight and moving his damp hair from his eyes.

Dazai raised his hands defensively, "Okay, okay. Did we leave a mess in the bedroom?"

Chuuya's face went red, "Yeah I um- finished on the floor."

Dazai held back another laugh, "Okay, you go clean that up."

"What?" Chuuya asked, offended, "No way, you do it!"

"Why me?" Dazai baulked.

"What do you mean why me?" Chuuya scoffed, "It's your fault!"

"Well it's your jizz!" Dazai shouted.

Chuuya cringed, "Don't say that word."

"Well don't make me clean it for you, lazy ass," Dazai laughed.

"Fine, fine, but you owe me," Chuuya said as he walked out of the bathroom.

"No, I don't!" Dazai shouted after him.

Within minutes, Dazai had cleaned the bathroom, Chuuya had cleaned his bedroom and the two raced into the loungeroom as Chuuya reached for the Playstation controllers, throwing one at Dazai who quickly caught it inches away from his face.

"What the fuck is up with you and throwing things at my head, do you want me to get a concussion?" Dazai sneered.

The two heard the sound of the front door opening.

"Shut up and sit down," Chuuya hissed as Dazai threw himself on the couch next to him, sitting upright as Chuuya turned on the Playstation just as Margaret announced her arrival home.

"Hey, Chuuya, I'm home!" She called out, stepping into the lounge, "Oh I didn't know you had a friend over?"

Chuuya looked up at Margaret, praying his face wasn't red, "Is that okay?"

"Of course," Margaret waved her hands, "Is he staying for dinner?"

Chuuya glanced at Dazai who nodded, "Yeah I would love to, Miss, thank you," Dazai replied.

"Okay good, you boys enjoy now. I'm so glad you've got a good friend he seems nice, and handsome too," She winked and left the room.

Dazai turned to Chuuya, his lips pursed in a smile as he tried not to laugh, Chuuya doubled over giggling, Dazai bursting into a laugh soon after as they rolled on the couch and laughed at their unbelievable, stupid situation.

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Sorry it took too long to post this chapter I hope it's decent I didn't edit it properly cuz I'm lazy :/

Also sorry for the events about to occur in the next few chapters lol

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