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carpe-somnium · 2 years ago

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A year later, I found NPC Xiao alone in Wangshu Inn and decided to join him there, hehe~

I’m captivated by you, baby, like a firework show (NSFW | 18+)

Soo, I tried to write some smut. Please let me know if you find any errors, English isn’t my first language and I also never wrote smut before. Happy Lantern Rite!

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When the first firework could be heard on the terrace at the very top of Wangshu Inn, Xiao let out a long sigh. He had really hoped that you would come. You had promised to spend the Lantern Rite with him, after all. He should have known that you would eventually get tangled up in all the problems that were caused in the whole trouble surrounding the Lantern Rite. You just wouldn’t be able to stand by and let the chaos happen and let everyone deal with their own issues, for once.

His annoyance quickly turned into anxiety and a bit of sadness. He shouldn’t be annoyed at you. After all, in what position was he to silently ask for you to give up your duties for him? He wasn’t even sure what relationship he was in with you, so maybe you just weren’t feeling the same for him as he was feeling for you. That was okay, even though it was a little bitter. If you aren’t going to show up, he would just have to watch the rest of the fireworks on his own. Since you are always busy, he would just have to get used to being without you. Perhaps he would just slowly forget you then… but you were his weakness. His poison, that he needed more of. You soothed the pain of his karmic debt, when you just as much as smiled at him. And in those rare few nights you have spent together, your body has been right there, almost asking to soothe more of his needs. But so far, nothing but a few hours of the best sleep that he has had in years, has happened. That would have been another thing he wanted to ask from you, if only you had shown up…

Hurried footsteps that were coming up the stairs behind him, ripped him out of his thoughts. He really had got distracted over them. How foolish. Xiaos hand already flew to his polearm, when he finally noticed that it was you. Finally, he relaxed a little. You were here. With him. It was not too late, you could still watch the fireworks together, maybe even spend the night…

“Xiao!”, you yelled, as you stumbled the last few steps to catch up to him. He instinctively stretched out his arms to catch you, but the force of your impact was enough to send both of you tumbling a few steps.

“You look a little… exhausted.”, he remarked. All the preparations you had helped with, really had got the better of you. Your red-cheeked face was slightly sweaty - but still beautiful, nonetheless - and your clothes were ruffled from running and from pushing it back for hard work. It seemed like you took his remark differently than he had expected, because your rosy lips turned into a slight pout. How adorable.

“We haven’t seen each other since I brought you those gifts, and the first thing you tell me is how exhausted I look? Why thank you, too.” Despite your pouty face and the seemingly angry words, it seemed like you didn’t really mean it. He couldn’t be completely sure of that, but he tried to be better with human interactions and that was, for now, the best he could read out of it. He brushed his uncertainty off with a soft laugh and hoped, it was the right reaction. Since your pout turned into a smile, he sure had done something right. “Despite looking exhausted, you also look really beautiful today.”, he added to his remark, hoping that you would know, it was an honest compliment.

“You’re such a charmer sometimes”, you groaned in amusement, while wiggling free from his arms. You took one of his hands and pulled him to the edge of the balcony. “Please be careful. I don’t want you to fall from that balcony.” He couldn’t stop himself from speaking that warning out loud, despite knowing better. You were beautiful, yes, but you were also a fierce warrior. Except for that one time he had to save you from falling, you usually can handle yourself pretty well. You rolling your eyes told him, that you have just had the same thought as him.

Xiao let you pull him next to you to the edge of the balcony. You were now close enough that he was easily able to feel the warmth of your body next to him. That warmth went right through his clothes and was somehow able to warm him from the inside. A strange feeling, that he was at first rather scared of, but now longed for. “The Lantern Rite is so beautiful this year. Keqing has really outdone herself!”, you exclaimed, as you were staring at the beautiful fireworks with wide eyes. He really had to admit to himself, that you were right about the young Yunheng. The fireworks were really beautiful.

For a moment, both of you just stood there in silence, looking at the fireworks together. And again, he got lost in the distraction for a bit. Enjoyed the feeling of you next to him, let himself get flooded by the warmth and your scent. He didn’t even notice that you had turned around to face him. When he felt your soft hand on his cheek, he finally got freed from his stupor. “I didn’t want to scare you… But… there is one thing I have wanted to ask you for a while now, Xiao… Would you please… kiss me?”

At first, Xiao thought that he had been so lost in his thoughts, that he imagined things. But when your hand was still on his cheek, he slowly bent down to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow and a little mechanical at first, since he didn’t really know where to place his hands or how close he could come to you, but then you slowly guided him along your body. His hands found their way to your hips, rubbing slow circles there, while your hands messed up his hair. Since he wasn’t really tall, it didn’t take you a lot of effort to lean into him and trail your fingers along his neck. The small but intimate gesture made him shiver a little, and he instinctively pulled you closer to himself, so both of your chests were flush against each other.

You were kissing him until you ran out of breath, leaving his lips for a moment to breathe. He took this moment to admire you again. Now you looked even more ruffled, your hair was even more of a mess and your lips were a little swollen. This made him feel a different kind of way. A feral hunger, that couldn’t completely be controlled with his mind alone. Within a heartbeat, he claimed your lips again, closing the distance between you. He wanted more. He needed more. He needed… you.

Now his movements were getting less slow, more needy. His hands trailed along your back, which made you shiver slightly, and found their way back to your ass. At first, he was a little hesitant, but then he gave it an experimental little squeeze. “Xiao…”, you breathed against his lips. He looked into your huge eyes and licked his lips. They were just as swollen as yours, and you were all over his senses again. Everything he was in this moment, was you. It wasn’t as terrifying as he thought it would be, and the anxious knot that had formed in his stomach, slowly started to ease.

“Do… Do you wish to proceed with this?” He slightly stumbled over the words. Anxiety still had a grip on his stomach, since he hasn’t heard an answer from you. Maybe he had overwhelmed you, or you didn’t want to move so fast even though you knew each other for over a year now, and technically you didn’t see each other often so what if - “…waited long enough, don’t you think?” You smiled at him. Xiao blinked once, twice. He waited for the rest of the sentence to come to him, but nothing. His rushing thoughts had been so loud, he had forgotten to listen to you.

“Are you okay?” Your gentle words soothed him once again. It was like your hands soothed his body and your voice stretched out its hands to soothe his mind. “I’m sorry, I just… I didn’t listen to what you said, could you repeat that please?”, he asked, rather sheepishly. You smiled at him and repeated your words: “Yes, I want to proceed with this. After all, we have waited long enough, don’t you think?” And that was all it took for him to kiss you again.

At first, Xiao tried to be gentle and slow with you. Kissing you again and again, leaving you breathless in between. But when you leaned back against the railing of the balcony and pulled him closer by his shirt, his patience was gone completely. He picked you up to lift you on top of the railing and always kept one hand around your waist, so you couldn’t fall down. Your hands stroked his teal and black hair out of his face, while kissing him more passionately than before. Xiao felt your legs wrap around his hips in one swift movement, that took him off-guard. He must have slightly opened his mouth in surprise, because next thing he knew, your tongue had claimed access to his mouth.

When your tongue slowly grazed the roof of his mouth, he let out a low groan. The pleasure, this alone gave him, was almost overwhelming on its own. Until now, he hadn’t really felt the hardness between his legs growing, but when it brushed against your hot body, it made him groan again. This time, the groan almost sounded like your name. You squeezed yourself tighter against him, so that your hips aligned almost flush now. “P-Please…” He felt the vibration of your whispered plea against his lips, which made him smile a little. As if you would have ever had to beg for him to fuck you. Simply asking would have been enough already.

With his hands now on your hips, he was able to hold on to you, while he slowly grinded against your hot center. You felt so perfect against him, he had to pull himself together as to not cum prematurely. That would for sure kill the mood. You let out a small whimper as he brushed against a particularly sensitive part of you. Thanks to the loud fireworks, he was the only person to hear you. You were his, and his alone. And you would for sure need a little reminder of that for the next days.

He slowly started placing sloppy kisses along your neck, which made your whimpers get even louder and breathier. “Damn it, please…” It was cute, to hear you slowly get impatient with him. You had all the time in the world. Or, well, at least all the time that the fireworks would last to cover the cute little sounds you made. “You’re right. We waited have long enough. I should stop fooling around with you.” His low rumble sent a shiver along your back, he could feel it on his fingertips. With a pleased smile, he slowly lifted you off the railing again, making sure you were standing there safely, before he slowly went down to his knees.

Your dumbfounded expression amused him. He slowly let his hands trail along the insides of your thighs, caressing every little inch of them. You always wore those high boots and that riddiculous little dress… It just had to be the death of him one day, and that day was now. Xiao moved closer to you on his knees, parting your legs slightly while you had an iron grip on the railing. While his right hand caressed the back of your thigh, he slowly placed kisses along your inner thigh. He took special care of every little scar he could find on you, kissing it to make the long-gone pain a little better. Here and there, he even placed a few playful bites on you, which made you moan under your breath. The sounds you made only drove him on more, as he continued his way up your thighs until he reached your pants. They were rather short and only hid so much from his view, but not for much longer.

Slowly and very carefully, Xiao pulled down your pants and with them your soaked panties. At least you weren’t unaffected by all of this as well. He smiled up at your red flushed face when the pants reached your ankles and he effortlessly pulled them over your boots to remove them completely. “This really is a sight to behold. A very memorable Lantern Rite, indeed.” After feeling the impact of a soft slap on this head, he laughed softly and pressed a kiss to your thigh again. He could have just stayed here, between your legs, and it would already have been the best Lantern Rite he had in centuries. With your dripping wet pussy right in front of his face, he couldn’t hold back. He wanted to taste all of you, before he could devour you whole.

With his teeth, Xiao pulled off his right glove - the one without his vision attatched to it - and threw it next to your underpants. Both were things that wouldn’t be needed for a while now. His tonuge slowly licked a wet-hot trail through your folds, which made you moan loudly before clasping a hand against your mouth. He hummed in agreement. Even though the fireworks were loud, you, for some reason, were louder. Xiaos tonuge slowly explored your pussy thoroughly, making sure there was no part that he missed. It slid inside you with a powerful stroke that made your knees buckle, but you still held on to the railing you leaned against. The lewd sounds Xiao made between your legs made you blush even more furiously and only turned you on some more.

The taste of you reminded him a little of the almond tofu you sometimes shared together, and he knew that he would get addicted to that taste. While he was eating you out like you were his last meal, his thumb stroked lazy circles along your clit, making you moan out his name. He heard you say something about “close”, but he couldn’t care less. If you came now, he would just make you cum again when he was inside you. A few seconds after your initial warning, he could feel your legs starting to shake violently and your insides clenching down on his tongue.

He pulled his face back and looked up at you, staring down at him. You already looked really well done, even though he had just used his mouth and fingers a little bit. Now it was time for the main part of this. Xiao slowly came to his feet, while licking your cum off his lips and fingers and watching you closely. It was really adorable how your human body was already so exhausted. He would for sure have to give you a proper training later on, so you would be able to keep up with his adeptus stamina. “Are you still with me, dear?” With a smile, he tried the weight of the nickname on his lips. Yes, he would like that. Classic, but somehow fitting for you.

“Please, turn around for me so we can watch the fireworks together, like you promised.” For a moment, you just looked at him, speechless. Why would he now suddenly want to watch the fireworks? You could see the outline of his hard cock against his lose trousers and the silk piece of cloth that was hanging in front of his crotch, even in the dim light. With a small shrug, you turned around and looked at the beautiful fireworks. They were loud enough, that you couldn’t hear him slowly losening the sash around his hips, to undo his trousers. The incense burner and all the little dangling things on him made tiny clinking sounds, when they hit the floor. You bit your lip in excitement, even though you weren’t able to see him.

Slowly, Xiao moved closer to you, admiring the view of you, slightly bending over for him. Even though you were almost fully clothed, it was an exciting view. He brushed his hands along your hips and down your thighs, to lift the skirt of your white dress up a little. The sight of your bare ass in front of him was for sure memorable, but it would only become better after this. He slid down his trousers - which at that point had only been held up by his hard dick, and aligned himself behind you. Your audible gasp, when you felt him slide between your thighs in a teasing manner, made him smile with satisfaction.

He loved every little bit of your slick folds around his cock, even though he wasn’t even inside you yet. You were dripping wet, so he could easily slide his errection between your thighs and through your folds to tease you a little. When you started whimpering and moaning again, he knew you were ready. “I have been teasing you enough, my dear.”, he whispered in your ear before moving your hair away from your neck. That would be his next target, once he was inside you.

With a swift movement of his hips, he slowly glided inside you. The feeling of you around him was so welcoming and warm, he couldn’t breathe for a second, when he bottomed out inside you. You let out a low moan, when you felt him completely inside you. He felt so good. Better than in your imagination, and filled you up to the brim. It was almost like you were made for him.

Xiao fully bent over you, so his mouth could meet your neck and continue kissing it and tease you with a few little bites. He didn’t move, just stayed inside you, what slowly drove you mad. You never thought he would be such a tease, but here you were. When you opened your mouth to complain, he slid two fingers into it. You could taste yourself on his fingers, which made you blush again, but you knew what he wanted you to do. Slowly, you sucked and licked on his fingers, coating them in your saliva until they glided in and out of your mouth easily. “Good girl.”, Xiao cooed into your ear over the sound of a firework exploding. He pulled the saliva-slicked fingers back from your mouth and you could feel them between your legs a moment later.

His hand slowly moved down your lower stomach, until his slick fingers found their way between your legs and started moving slow circles on your clit. That’s when he finally started moving. You gripped the railing tighter so you wouldn’t accidentally fall off, as Xiao slowly snapped his hips in and out of you. His pace was controlled and searching for that one spot that made you moan loudly and bend your back. When he had found it, you were doomed. With precise thrusts he hit that spot inside you over and over again, while his fingers continued circling on your clit. The stimulation was a lot and his pace was brutal. All he seemed to care about in this moment was to get rid of the pressure that had built up inside him. You were just his tool to help, nothing more. When you felt his sharp teeth sink into your neck, you cried out in pain and surprise, but also in pleasure. It felt better than you would have thought, being pinned in place by his entire body and fucked with no mercy. Gone was his hesitation and his gentleness. Now, the vigilant yaksha just took care of a need.

You felt the brutal pace slowly get sloppier, as you weren’t entirely sure if the fireworks dancing in front of your vision were still only the ones in Liyue harbour. Xiao picked up the pace and let out a low, animalistic growl next to your ear. That was enough, to push you over the edge again. You cried out his name, not caring if anyone would hear you or not. Your vision went white as your insides contracted around him, making Xiao come as well, without a warning. It felt so good to be filled up with his hot cum, while he slowly rode out his orgasm. His arms were around you the whole time, holding you so you wouldn’t fall over while your legs weren’t capable of holding you up on their own.

For a moment, you had blacked out in Xiaos arms. He was worried at first, since your body has gone slack and you fell over a little, but when you were still breathing - rapidly gasping for air, but breathing - he decided it would be the best for both of you to lay down. Carefully, he slid out of you and held you up with one arm, while half-heartedly fixing his trousers with the other. You blinked at him for a moment, then realization hit you and you had a dumb little smile on your flushed face. He wrapped his arms around you and slowly laid you down on the terrace, before sitting down next to you. “Happy Lantern Rite.”

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I am so going to hell.

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carpe-somnium · 3 years ago

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Radio silence

As Dazai comes home from work, he gets an unusual text from Chuuya.

So... this might be a little sad, be aware

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It had been just a regular Wednesday, when Dazai came home after work. Nothing unusual, just a few kind of boring cases they were able to handle without him. Not that they really had a choice, when he decided that an afternoon nap would be more important than actual work.

Dazai made his way to the main room - he refused to call it a bedroom, because simply the existence of a bed in a room shouldn’t be the reason it gets called after that, otherwise he would re-name the bathroom every week after random items that were in it – and slumped down on the futon. Around him, a whole mess of bottles and empty takeout containers formed an abstract work of art that he simply didn’t want to destroy by taking it out.

His stomach rumbled when he sat down the container with his dinner and he sighed softly as he felt the buzzing of his phone in his pocket. Huh, that was probably Kunikida, bugging him about him “slacking off” and being “good for absolutely nothing”. His rants usually were a source of his amusement, so he decided to take a look at his phone. It was not Kunikida, his current colleage, but instead it was from Chuuya, his old colleague. Ever since Dazai had left the Port Mafia, they had some sparse contact over texts, but it thinned out rather quickly. Mostly because Dazai didn’t know what exactly to answer, so he decided just not to. He didn’t even want to read the message at first and start eating dinner, but the first glimpse of the message made him freeze up.

6:38 – Slug

I know you probably won’t answer anyway, but fuck it, I’m gonna tell you this now anyway. I was so fucking in love with you. You were one of the worst…

The preview of the message cut off after that. He could imagine a thousand things that could come after “the worst”, since Chuuya had called him that many times. Usually without anything after it. He just was the worst. But Dazais eyes were glued to one word. He couldn’t take them off, even with all the effort he put in the thought. Love. He read the word out loud, tentative, because saying something out loud makes it real. A stupid thought, really. As if it hadn’t been real before. The cursed word echoed over and over in his mind. Love. Love. Love. I was so in love with you. Love. LOVE. L. O. V. E.

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. This was so not what he signed up for, when he woke up this morning. Everything was going relatively smooth in his current life, why would the universe or some other higher power decide to throw this to his feet now? Regardless if he were ready to or not, he needed to know what the rest of the message was. Even though he could vaguely guess it anyway. Dazai knew his old partner well, after all.

With a heavy sigh, he opened the chat with Chuuya. It was filled with messages he had read but never had the energy or the words to answer them. Short ones, medium ones, sometimes long ones. But no answers. The answers, if there ever were any, were only in his head and never were made real. Chuuyas newest text was a wall of words.

At first, Dazais vison went a little blurry with the mass of them. He knew, those words had existed in Chuuyas head for a long time, every single one of them unspoken, weighing the redhead down. They were in fact so many, that Dazai had to click on “read more” in order to see the full message.

Dazai knew, he would need a drink for this. He looked around to find a half-empty whiskey bottle, snatched it and twisted the top off. After a deep draw from the bottle and a steadying deep breath, he forced his eyes to trail back to the message and take in the words.

6:38 – Slug

I know you probably won’t answer anyway, but fuck it, I’m gonna tell you this now anyway. I was so fucking in love with you. You were one of the worst heartbreak of my life. There was a time where I had considered you perfect, especially with your flaws. At first, I didn’t even recognize it. You were just… there and somehow it clicked. First a little, then more and more. Click. Click. Click. Like a fucking puzzle or something.

He imagined Chuuya swearing at a puzzle while hammering down the pieces, in order to make them fit together. And he somehow was right with that metaphor. They were like puzzle pieces. Both of them with broken off and torn edges, but in the moment the fist hit them, they were sliding together perfectly.

Somehow we ended up texting 24/7, even if the job didn’t require it. And of course Soukoku. We were double black. The whole damn underworld feared us. And at first, I thought it was only friendship, and that was going great for me. Don’t get me wrong here, shitty Dazai, you were after all a really good friend for me. But somehow along this friendship, I fell in love with you. Hard and deep.

There it was again, that damn word. Love. Dazai had hated it his whole life, because it was so meaningful and at the same time meaningless. He can easily say, how he just loooves the ramen noodles from that one particular restaurant or that he loves it when kittens meow, but at the same time he was unable to tell other people that he loved them, unless he really meant it. Love had so many facettes, too – it can range from friendship to family to romance – and can be misunderstood so easily because of this.

It had taken him years with his closest friend Odasaku until he was able to tell him that he “liked him a lot as a friend”. He was never able to tell him, that he loved him. Not romantically, but as his dearest friend. Well, now he will never have the chance to do that anyway, since his first dearest friend was dead. At the thought of this, Dazai took another deep draw from the whiskey bottle. Let the cold liquid burn down his throat so he could feel something other than the leaden numbness in his chest.

I don’t know why I am telling you this now. I don’t want to burden you with something that connects you to your past life. But I needed to tell you this. You’re such a smartass, you probably figured it out yourself, too.

At that, a humorless smile crept across Dazais lips. Yes, he had known. Not for sure, of course. First, it was only a suspicion. A gut feeling that something was more, deeper than it seemed. Then the clues were getting clearer, louder, screaming the obvious at him, loud enough to realize and think about it. He wanted to try, really. Dazai had wanted to force himself into love, see all the good and the loveable parts about Chuuya – but all his heart could manage was friendship. Deep and loyal friendship, nothing past that. It had broken him a little. He had thought that it was yet another thing that was wrong with him, that he was unable to make himself love one of his best and only friends, but no matter how hard he tried, he never succeeded. He also never said anything about it, because he didn’t want to have this conversation where he would have to tell his friend that he doesn’t love him, not like that at least, and break his heart by making the words real.

You are the biggest thing I regret. Not kissing you that one night just before you left the mafia without saying a damn word, where you had come over “casually” with some of my favorite wine and we were standing on my balcony. It was the chance. I had enough moments to know this was the moment. But I was scared to fuck it up and ruin our friendship. In that moment, I chose the other half of double black instead of the man I loved because I knew I was unlucky in love with you.

Dazai winced a little. He remembered the exact moment Chuuya was talking about. They were standing so close, deep-talking about something he had long forgotten because it wasn’t important after that, and Chuuya had stared at him with those big blue eyes. Dazai knew in this moment, what was going through his head. And instead of going in for a real kiss, he had kissed him on the cheek. A light touch, that lingered heavy on his skin.

Then you broke off the contact. Little by little, just as you left behind the clusterfuck we first were in together. But I don’t get why you cut me off. You know I am loyal to the Port Mafia, but I am also loyal to you. Even if I knew where you were hiding, I would have never told anyone a word about it. Of course, in my head I had a lot of explanations. Maybe I hurt you by not making a move, maybe you strictly wanted to cut off everything that connected you to the Port Mafia. I do not know and it also is not important, because it can’t be reversed anyway. It hurt me a lot, but I still needed to tell you, while also not wanting to reproach you.

Another big draw from the bottle. When the whiskey sinched Dazais throat, he slowly began to feel the effects of it and welcomed the dizzy warmth like an old friend. That warmth had been there in the time before he had left. He drank a lot in that time, in order to somehow cope with everything.

I didn’t exactly know what I am crying more after – the missed opportunity or your friendship. Now I know, it was the last. I was pretty sure you had feelings for me, too. We just were too… something, I don’t fucking know. I don’t even need confirmation, just wanted to get this off my chest.

“See, Chuuya, that’s where you’re wrong.”, Dazai mumbled under his breath, knowing fully well that nobody but the bottle in his hand could hear him. He took another sip.

Eventually I got over you, over the timed we had and over the opinion that it might work out. And things got easier to handle for me. But still, sometimes my heart stings a little when I think about you or the stuff I want to tell you, mostly because I miss our friendship. Don’t feel pressured to do anything though; I would be glad about really any kind of answer, but I guess I just need to move on. Not just from you in particular, but from holding on to things that aren’t like they used to be anymore.

By the time Dazai had read the last sentence, the bottle was empty. He hadn’t realized that he drank so much of it, but now there was no way back anyway. “I was a shitty friend, if we are being honest to ourselves, Chuuya… Come on, as if I were any help….” He sighed heavily to himself and fell back on the futon, tossing his phone aside. Really, he should feel guilty or sad or anything. One of his friends whom he had left behind in a shithole had just spilled his heart out in a message. But other than the buzz of the alcohol in his veins, he felt only a hollow numbness. With a sad smile, he closed his eyes and let his mind fall down the rabbit hole of hazy alcohol-drenched nothingness, phone and dinner long forgotten, until he fell into a dreamless sleep. He never answered to Chuuyas text.

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If this reaches the right person: I am sorry for not texting back, but I didn't find the right words.

#bungo stray dogs #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #unrequited love #love letter #confession #Chuuya needs a hug #Dazai too

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carpe-somnium · 3 years ago

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I’m captivated by you, baby, like a firework show (NSFW | 18+)

Soo, I tried to write some smut. Please let me know if you find any errors, English isn't my first language and I also never wrote smut before. Happy Lantern Rite!

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When the first firework could be heard on the terrace at the very top of Wangshu Inn, Xiao let out a long sigh. He had really hoped that you would come. You had promised to spend the Lantern Rite with him, after all. He should have known that you would eventually get tangled up in all the problems that were caused in the whole trouble surrounding the Lantern Rite. You just wouldn't be able to stand by and let the chaos happen and let everyone deal with their own issues, for once.

His annoyance quickly turned into anxiety and a bit of sadness. He shouldn't be annoyed at you. After all, in what position was he to silently ask for you to give up your duties for him? He wasn't even sure what relationship he was in with you, so maybe you just weren't feeling the same for him as he was feeling for you. That was okay, even though it was a little bitter. If you aren't going to show up, he would just have to watch the rest of the fireworks on his own. Since you are always busy, he would just have to get used to being without you. Perhaps he would just slowly forget you then... but you were his weakness. His poison, that he needed more of. You soothed the pain of his karmic debt, when you just as much as smiled at him. And in those rare few nights you have spent together, your body has been right there, almost asking to soothe more of his needs. But so far, nothing but a few hours of the best sleep that he has had in years, has happened. That would have been another thing he wanted to ask from you, if only you had shown up...

"Xiao!", you yelled, as you stumbled the last few steps to catch up to him. He instinctively stretched out his arms to catch you, but the force of your impact was enough to send both of you tumbling a few steps.

"You look a little... exhausted.", he remarked. All the preparations you had helped with, really had got the better of you. Your red-cheeked face was slightly sweaty - but still beautiful, nonetheless - and your clothes were ruffled from running and from pushing it back for hard work. It seemed like you took his remark differently than he had expected, because your rosy lips turned into a slight pout. How adorable.

"We haven't seen each other since I brought you those gifts, and the first thing you tell me is how exhausted I look? Why thank you, too." Despite your pouty face and the seemingly angry words, it seemed like you didn't really mean it. He couldn't be completely sure of that, but he tried to be better with human interactions and that was, for now, the best he could read out of it. He brushed his uncertainty off with a soft laugh and hoped, it was the right reaction. Since your pout turned into a smile, he sure had done something right. "Despite looking exhausted, you also look really beautiful today.", he added to his remark, hoping that you would know, it was an honest compliment.

"You're such a charmer sometimes", you groaned in amusement, while wiggling free from his arms. You took one of his hands and pulled him to the edge of the balcony. "Please be careful. I don't want you to fall from that balcony." He couldn't stop himself from speaking that warning out loud, despite knowing better. You were beautiful, yes, but you were also a fierce warrior. Except for that one time he had to save you from falling, you usually can handle yourself pretty well. You rolling your eyes told him, that you have just had the same thought as him.

Xiao let you pull him next to you to the edge of the balcony. You were now close enough that he was easily able to feel the warmth of your body next to him. That warmth went right through his clothes and was somehow able to warm him from the inside. A strange feeling, that he was at first rather scared of, but now longed for. "The Lantern Rite is so beautiful this year. Keqing has really outdone herself!", you exclaimed, as you were staring at the beautiful fireworks with wide eyes. He really had to admit to himself, that you were right about the young Yunheng. The fireworks were really beautiful.

For a moment, both of you just stood there in silence, looking at the fireworks together. And again, he got lost in the distraction for a bit. Enjoyed the feeling of you next to him, let himself get flooded by the warmth and your scent. He didn't even notice that you had turned around to face him. When he felt your soft hand on his cheek, he finally got freed from his stupor. "I didn't want to scare you... But... there is one thing I have wanted to ask you for a while now, Xiao... Would you please... kiss me?"

At first, Xiao thought that he had been so lost in his thoughts, that he imagined things. But when your hand was still on his cheek, he slowly bent down to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow and a little mechanical at first, since he didn't really know where to place his hands or how close he could come to you, but then you slowly guided him along your body. His hands found their way to your hips, rubbing slow circles there, while your hands messed up his hair. Since he wasn't really tall, it didn't take you a lot of effort to lean into him and trail your fingers along his neck. The small but intimate gesture made him shiver a little, and he instinctively pulled you closer to himself, so both of your chests were flush against each other.

You were kissing him until you ran out of breath, leaving his lips for a moment to breathe. He took this moment to admire you again. Now you looked even more ruffled, your hair was even more of a mess and your lips were a little swollen. This made him feel a different kind of way. A feral hunger, that couldn't completely be controlled with his mind alone. Within a heartbeat, he claimed your lips again, closing the distance between you. He wanted more. He needed more. He needed... you.

Now his movements were getting less slow, more needy. His hands trailed along your back, which made you shiver slightly, and found their way back to your ass. At first, he was a little hesitant, but then he gave it an experimental little squeeze. "Xiao...", you breathed against his lips. He looked into your huge eyes and licked his lips. They were just as swollen as yours, and you were all over his senses again. Everything he was in this moment, was you. It wasn't as terrifying as he thought it would be, and the anxious knot that had formed in his stomach, slowly started to ease.

"Do... Do you wish to proceed with this?" He slightly stumbled over the words. Anxiety still had a grip on his stomach, since he hasn't heard an answer from you. Maybe he had overwhelmed you, or you didn't want to move so fast even though you knew each other for over a year now, and technically you didn't see each other often so what if - "...waited long enough, don't you think?" You smiled at him. Xiao blinked once, twice. He waited for the rest of the sentence to come to him, but nothing. His rushing thoughts had been so loud, he had forgotten to listen to you.

"Are you okay?" Your gentle words soothed him once again. It was like your hands soothed his body and your voice stretched out its hands to soothe his mind. "I'm sorry, I just... I didn't listen to what you said, could you repeat that please?", he asked, rather sheepishly. You smiled at him and repeated your words: "Yes, I want to proceed with this. After all, we have waited long enough, don't you think?" And that was all it took for him to kiss you again.

At first, Xiao tried to be gentle and slow with you. Kissing you again and again, leaving you breathless in between. But when you leaned back against the railing of the balcony and pulled him closer by his shirt, his patience was gone completely. He picked you up to lift you on top of the railing and always kept one hand around your waist, so you couldn't fall down. Your hands stroked his teal and black hair out of his face, while kissing him more passionately than before. Xiao felt your legs wrap around his hips in one swift movement, that took him off-guard. He must have slightly opened his mouth in surprise, because next thing he knew, your tongue had claimed access to his mouth.

When your tongue slowly grazed the roof of his mouth, he let out a low groan. The pleasure, this alone gave him, was almost overwhelming on its own. Until now, he hadn't really felt the hardness between his legs growing, but when it brushed against your hot body, it made him groan again. This time, the groan almost sounded like your name. You squeezed yourself tighter against him, so that your hips aligned almost flush now. "P-Please..." He felt the vibration of your whispered plea against his lips, which made him smile a little. As if you would have ever had to beg for him to fuck you. Simply asking would have been enough already.

He slowly started placing sloppy kisses along your neck, which made your whimpers get even louder and breathier. "Damn it, please..." It was cute, to hear you slowly get impatient with him. You had all the time in the world. Or, well, at least all the time that the fireworks would last to cover the cute little sounds you made. "You're right. We waited have long enough. I should stop fooling around with you." His low rumble sent a shiver along your back, he could feel it on his fingertips. With a pleased smile, he slowly lifted you off the railing again, making sure you were standing there safely, before he slowly went down to his knees.

Your dumbfounded expression amused him. He slowly let his hands trail along the insides of your thighs, caressing every little inch of them. You always wore those high boots and that riddiculous little dress... It just had to be the death of him one day, and that day was now. Xiao moved closer to you on his knees, parting your legs slightly while you had an iron grip on the railing. While his right hand caressed the back of your thigh, he slowly placed kisses along your inner thigh. He took special care of every little scar he could find on you, kissing it to make the long-gone pain a little better. Here and there, he even placed a few playful bites on you, which made you moan under your breath. The sounds you made only drove him on more, as he continued his way up your thighs until he reached your pants. They were rather short and only hid so much from his view, but not for much longer.

Slowly and very carefully, Xiao pulled down your pants and with them your soaked panties. At least you weren't unaffected by all of this as well. He smiled up at your red flushed face when the pants reached your ankles and he effortlessly pulled them over your boots to remove them completely. "This really is a sight to behold. A very memorable Lantern Rite, indeed." After feeling the impact of a soft slap on this head, he laughed softly and pressed a kiss to your thigh again. He could have just stayed here, between your legs, and it would already have been the best Lantern Rite he had in centuries. With your dripping wet pussy right in front of his face, he couldn't hold back. He wanted to taste all of you, before he could devour you whole.

With his teeth, Xiao pulled off his right glove - the one without his vision attatched to it - and threw it next to your underpants. Both were things that wouldn't be needed for a while now. His tonuge slowly licked a wet-hot trail through your folds, which made you moan loudly before clasping a hand against your mouth. He hummed in agreement. Even though the fireworks were loud, you, for some reason, were louder. Xiaos tonuge slowly explored your pussy thoroughly, making sure there was no part that he missed. It slid inside you with a powerful stroke that made your knees buckle, but you still held on to the railing you leaned against. The lewd sounds Xiao made between your legs made you blush even more furiously and only turned you on some more.

The taste of you reminded him a little of the almond tofu you sometimes shared together, and he knew that he would get addicted to that taste. While he was eating you out like you were his last meal, his thumb stroked lazy circles along your clit, making you moan out his name. He heard you say something about "close", but he couldn't care less. If you came now, he would just make you cum again when he was inside you. A few seconds after your initial warning, he could feel your legs starting to shake violently and your insides clenching down on his tongue.

He pulled his face back and looked up at you, staring down at him. You already looked really well done, even though he had just used his mouth and fingers a little bit. Now it was time for the main part of this. Xiao slowly came to his feet, while licking your cum off his lips and fingers and watching you closely. It was really adorable how your human body was already so exhausted. He would for sure have to give you a proper training later on, so you would be able to keep up with his adeptus stamina. "Are you still with me, dear?" With a smile, he tried the weight of the nickname on his lips. Yes, he would like that. Classic, but somehow fitting for you.

"Please, turn around for me so we can watch the fireworks together, like you promised." For a moment, you just looked at him, speechless. Why would he now suddenly want to watch the fireworks? You could see the outline of his hard cock against his lose trousers and the silk piece of cloth that was hanging in front of his crotch, even in the dim light. With a small shrug, you turned around and looked at the beautiful fireworks. They were loud enough, that you couldn't hear him slowly losening the sash around his hips, to undo his trousers. The incense burner and all the little dangling things on him made tiny clinking sounds, when they hit the floor. You bit your lip in excitement, even though you weren't able to see him.

He loved every little bit of your slick folds around his cock, even though he wasn't even inside you yet. You were dripping wet, so he could easily slide his errection between your thighs and through your folds to tease you a little. When you started whimpering and moaning again, he knew you were ready. "I have been teasing you enough, my dear.", he whispered in your ear before moving your hair away from your neck. That would be his next target, once he was inside you.

With a swift movement of his hips, he slowly glided inside you. The feeling of you around him was so welcoming and warm, he couldn't breathe for a second, when he bottomed out inside you. You let out a low moan, when you felt him completely inside you. He felt so good. Better than in your imagination, and filled you up to the brim. It was almost like you were made for him.

Xiao fully bent over you, so his mouth could meet your neck and continue kissing it and tease you with a few little bites. He didn't move, just stayed inside you, what slowly drove you mad. You never thought he would be such a tease, but here you were. When you opened your mouth to complain, he slid two fingers into it. You could taste yourself on his fingers, which made you blush again, but you knew what he wanted you to do. Slowly, you sucked and licked on his fingers, coating them in your saliva until they glided in and out of your mouth easily. "Good girl.", Xiao cooed into your ear over the sound of a firework exploding. He pulled the saliva-slicked fingers back from your mouth and you could feel them between your legs a moment later.

His hand slowly moved down your lower stomach, until his slick fingers found their way between your legs and started moving slow circles on your clit. That's when he finally started moving. You gripped the railing tighter so you wouldn't accidentally fall off, as Xiao slowly snapped his hips in and out of you. His pace was controlled and searching for that one spot that made you moan loudly and bend your back. When he had found it, you were doomed. With precise thrusts he hit that spot inside you over and over again, while his fingers continued circling on your clit. The stimulation was a lot and his pace was brutal. All he seemed to care about in this moment was to get rid of the pressure that had built up inside him. You were just his tool to help, nothing more. When you felt his sharp teeth sink into your neck, you cried out in pain and surprise, but also in pleasure. It felt better than you would have thought, being pinned in place by his entire body and fucked with no mercy. Gone was his hesitation and his gentleness. Now, the vigilant yaksha just took care of a need.

You felt the brutal pace slowly get sloppier, as you weren't entirely sure if the fireworks dancing in front of your vision were still only the ones in Liyue harbour. Xiao picked up the pace and let out a low, animalistic growl next to your ear. That was enough, to push you over the edge again. You cried out his name, not caring if anyone would hear you or not. Your vision went white as your insides contracted around him, making Xiao come as well, without a warning. It felt so good to be filled up with his hot cum, while he slowly rode out his orgasm. His arms were around you the whole time, holding you so you wouldn't fall over while your legs weren't capable of holding you up on their own.

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I am so going to hell.

#genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #xiao #smut #lantern rite #wangshu inn #not beta read we die like crepus

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carpe-somnium · 4 years ago

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The night Dazai left the Port Mafia

They entered the seemingly small chapel, after Chuuya had his fun with the guards outside. Pathetic, they could at least have made it a little harder for him. It was boringly easy for him to beat them up and stack them in a pile. Dazai sighed dramatically as he took the first step down the dark hardwood steps.

“Dammit. This is the worst day in years.”

He waved his hand to underline the statement. The Worst day in years, eh? Chuuya thought about this for a second. Usually, he doesn’t really keep track of his worst days; only if they were pure horror, so it was hard not to think about them. That unwillingly made him think about the worst day he had in the past couple of years.

“Yo Dazai, ever heard of Pétrus?”

He didn’t really know why he decided to bring up the topic. Maybe it was to rub it into Dazai’s face, how much he did not miss him at all.

“The flabbergastingly expensive wine.”

Dazai almost sounded bored as he answered Chuuya’s question. Probably because Chuuya always talks about wine, or at least thats what was Dazai’s impression of him. He didn’t really listen closely to the Chibi, anyway.

“The night you vanished from the organization, I opened an ’89 bottle in celebration.”

To keep up with Dazai’s pace, Chuuya jumped down a small set of stairs, and gracefully landed on one of the platforms, which was a turning point of the staircase, without making a sound.

“That’s how sick of you I was.”

Now he has said it. He didn’t ever bother telling anybody about this, since there was nobody who could have seen him that day, anyway. But for some reason, the urge to tell it directly to Dazai’s face the first time they were on a mission again, was just too big.

“I remember setting a bomb under your car that night.”

“That was your doing?!”

That actually explained a lot. Chuuya would never admit it, but this was the defining reason, why he didn’t go and look for Dazai that night, and instead drank the entire bottle of wine. He often had wondered if it was a coincidence, that his car had blown up, just as he pressed the remote button to unlock it. Dazai must have known, that he would always press it, when he was a few meters away from his car, out of an impatient habit. He didn’t even have a scratch in the end, despite his car blowing up into a million pieces.

All of that has happened on a breezy autumn day. Chuuya had woken up with a strange feeling in his guts that morning, but he didn’t give into it. He had a solo mission this day, a very welcome alteration to his usual partner-missions he had with Dazai. It would cost him fewer nerves if he was on his own. The mission was relatively simple, so it was clear from the start that there would be no scenario where he would have had to use corruption. This was reserved to difficult partner-missions with dimwit Dazai so there was at least a chance of survival for him.

When Chuuya returned from his mission however, the atmosphere in the Port Mafias headquarters had changed. Everybody seemed to be on edge, the air basically felt electric. It only fuelled his bad gut feeling, but still he didn’t give in. He probably had eaten something wrong that day.

Chuuya returned to Mori’s office to give him a first report of his successful mission and the files he had acquired. With a smug grin on his lips, he walked up to the Port Mafias leader and stretched out his hand with the files. He told the leader briefly how the mission went along and concluded it by saying: “It went even smoother than we thought. No problem at all.”

Mori took the files with a small smile and nodded. “Thank you Chuuya. You can rest now.” That was weird. Usually, he at least suggested writing down a report, just in case there would be issues concerning the mission in the future. He shrugged it off and thanked Mori as he went to the door. When Chuuya’s gloved hand touched the doorknob, he heard Mori clear his throat, so he turned around to face his boss, who was still sitting in his chair.

“Oh before I forget it... Unfortunately, Dazai left our organization today when you were away on that mission. For future missions, you will need a new partner.”

Chuuya froze in place, his hand clenching around the doorknob. His bad gut feeling instantly exploded into a rush of shock that washed over the redhead without warning. Dazai left our organization today. He repeated Mori’s words in his head a few times, until he realized that he was still standing in front of the door and had been staring at it, instead of opening it.

“Very well... Thank you for informing me. I’m glad that I don’t have to babysit this waste of bandages any more.”

Chuuya opened the door and walked out of Mori’s office, his body feeling weirdly numb all of a sudden. He didn’t understand why he was so shocked. Why wasn’t he running down the halls, cheering on top of his lungs because that bastard was gone? Instead, he had to force himself to walk down the hallway.

Dazai left our organization today.

Mori’s words repeated on the inside of his skull, over and over again. They seemed to burn themselves into his body, he just couldn’t stop thinking about this. He had to find Dazai. Convince him to come back. This was clearly a mistake. One of his sick jokes that he liked to pull. He can’t be gone. Not like this. Not without saying a damn word to his partner. But on the other hand... why would he have said anything? They hated each other, right?

Without thinking too much about his actions, Chuuya went to the parking spots on the back of the building. Down the stairs, not making eye contact with anybody on the way. They all better minded their own businesses. With an unnecessary amount of force, Chuuya kicked the backdoor open - or more like kicked the door out of its angles. At this point, he saw red. If he found that damn boy, he would beat him up until he came to his senses. It just wasn’t fair to leave him - no, to leave the Port Mafia - like this!

Chuuya pressed the small emblem button on the keys of his BMW to unlock it, still walking forward in the direction his car was parked. Not even a second later, the world went silent. It forced Chuuya to stop dead in his tracks for the second time in the span of not even an hour. He watched in a strange state of awe and shock how his red BMW exploded in front of his eyes. Instinctively, he started manipulating his own gravity, so nothing would hit him, but that was almost unnecessary. Almost like the person who had placed the bomb knew he would stand far enough away to leave the scene without a scratch. Even though this really sounded like a Dazai kind of thing, he couldn’t quite believe it.

And that was the exact moment, when Chuuya gave in to all the feelings that had built up inside him that day. He dropped to his knees, his own gravity manipulated, so he was ten times heavier than usual, and started to scream on top of his lungs. It felt good to scream. It felt good to destroy. It felt good to have the rage pump through his veins like hot poison, fuelling his frustration even more.

He didn’t know how long he had sat there on his knees, screaming out the frustration and anger that had built up in his body all day, but eventually his throat became sore and not a single sound escaped through his lips any more. This idiot. This fucking idiot. He always knew how to tease Chuuya until he basically exploded with rage, just as his car did right in front of his eyes. Dazai was probably hiding somewhere around, right? Laughing about his success. Breaking the charade. Laughing at Chuuya because he actually believed that Dazai had left the Port Mafia. That Dazai had left him. But Chuuya didn’t hear laughter. He didn’t see a mop of brown hair or a lanky idiot wrapped in bandages. A burning car and a destroyed parking lot, that’s all there was.

Chuuya got up and wiped some dirt off his pants. He took a quick look around in the parking lot, hoping that nobody had seen his silly outburst. And then he started to laugh. Laughed about himself. About how stupid he was. He was finally free, wasn’t he? So why not enjoy the newfound peace? Without noticing it, he had started to cry. Hot drops of salty tears had started trailing down his cheeks. Probably due to the thick smoke that came off the car wreck. A little annoyed, he wiped the tears off his face and went back inside, silently still cursing Dazai as he went to his room.

When he entered the room, Chuuya slammed the door shut behind him with a loud bang. He stripped out of his coat and vest, which smelled like smoke, and carelessly threw both to the ground, shoes and hat following them only seconds later. Chuuya went to the small cabinet that had his most prized possessions in it - a lot of very old wine bottles. With a quick look around the cabinet, he found what he was looking for. The slightly dusty bottle of ‘89 Pétrus looked like just what he wanted to celebrate with. He grabbed the bottle and opened it by manipulating the cork’s gravity a bit. That was one of the most useful things, his ability allowed him to do.

He grabbed one of his lead crystal wine glasses and poured some wine into it, after he sat down in the leather chair next to the window, that was facing the port. The first sip of the expensive wine felt like the first breath after you had your head underwater for a while. It filled up Chuuya’s senses. The slightly sweet smell in his nose, accompanied by a sweet and sour taste in his mouth and the alcohol quickly spreading throughout his body, numbing some of the tension that had built up inside. He would never admit it, but Chuuya was actually a bit of a lightweight, so the effect of the alcohol kicked in pretty quickly. But it wasn’t enough to make him forget why he started celebrating.

Drinking actually had a reverse effect on him: He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Just why would he leave without a word? Chuuya just couldn’t understand it. He had to understand it. Even if they were bickering all the time, deep down he still cared about the suicidal maniac that was - no, used to be - his partner.

One glass of wine followed another, unitl the bottle was empty way too quickly for Chuuyas liking. He had drank it all on his own and ended up laying on the floor, staring holes in the ceiling. His thoughts eventually got slowed down by the alcohol that intoxicated his body. He cursed Dazai’s name so often in those lonely hours in his room, slightly hoping that would be enough to summon that damn demon. But Dazai didn’t come. So he fell asleep like this, cursing Dazais name, curled up into on the floor.

The demon whose name was cursed by a small redhead miles away meanwhile sat in his favourite bar. Alone and unbothered by anything. He had done what Odasaku had told him: Dazai had left the mafia. Why was he feeling so shitty then? It already felt like he was missing something, even though it hadn’t been more than a few hours since he had walked off the Port Mafias grounds. Before leaving, he had left a bomb in Chuuya’s car, just in case. He knew that his ex-partner was impulsive and would try to chase him down and therefore making himself a traitor, too. But he also knew how important the Port Mafia was to Chuuya, so he just took this as an extra measure to save Chuuya from himself. It was just fair. His goodbye present. Dazai raised his glass to an invisible audience and then drank to his newfound freedom.

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AN: I looked everywhere but couldn’t find any clue about what Chuuya’s car might have looked like. Since he’s probably an aggressive driver, I had to decide between Audi and BMW but went with a BMW (a bit biased on this one :D). His red bike set the colour choice. If you happen to know what his car really looked like, please let me know, and I will change it!

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#bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x dazai #soukoku #port mafia

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carpe-somnium · 4 years ago

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“Dimwit Dazai is safe“

After watching Dead Apple, I really wondered why Chuuya was sitting there on the floor on his own and tried my best to create something that couly have happened between those two scenes:

https://youtu.be/0e9xckPB9tM

https://youtu.be/6FLgy6V-4Ng

please be gentle with me, this is the first thing I have written in years 🥺

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As they dropped to the hard concrete floor, Chuuya let out a choked noise as a result of the air being pushed out of his body by the sudden force of his body hitting the floor. Due to Dazai nullifying his ability, he wasn’t able to catch himself as swiftly as he would have been able by simply manipulating gravity. He had landed hard on his knees, somehow planted directly between Dazai’s slender legs and felt the impact of his body colliding with the floor throughout his body. He was now directly staring down at the taller man’s crotch. His arms were sprawled awkwardly over Dazai’s thighs and his tired body felt heavy and tingly. Even though he hasn’t felt like this a lot, he sure knew the feeling that came after using corruption to an extent that was testing his entire body’s limits. The previous fight against the dragon had cost him a great deal of energy, he wasn’t even sure if he had made it any minute longer.

To get out of his awkward position, he tried lifting his head up immediately, only to be held back by Dazai's hand on his neck which was restraining his head from moving up. “Let go, asshole!”, Chuuya hissed, trying not to stare too hard at Dazai's crotch right in front of him. He couldn’t help it - he was quite literally held back from doing anything besides staring at it. For a moment he caught himself wondering what size was hiding just beneath the fancy white pants. “Don’t move.”, he heard Dazai's voice somewhere above his head, “The fog hasn’t cleared.” Hearing this made Chuuya reflexively hold his breath for a second before he realized that he could have breathed in the strange fog since the moment he hit the floor.

“I don’t want to have to protect you from your special ability in this situation.” Of course, that made sense. It at least explained why Dazai was still touching him, but it didn’t explain why he was also keeping his head down at all. Chuuya had heard about the suicides, that seemingly had caused ability users to kill themselves with their own abilities. Knowing his strength, he was quite sure that he would not fall for some stupid ability that tried to mess with his head, but on the other hand it caused some anxiety in the pit of his stomach that he didn’t fully know how it worked. His will to live was always quite strong - very much contrasting the man whose crotch he had to stare at. But still, he did not know how the fog made sane ability users go mad enough to kill themselves, so he had to trust Dazai on this one.

“It’s still not over?”, Chuuya muttered, as he slowly felt the exhaustion spread throughout his entire body like poison. “No, it’s just beginning.” Dazai's answer sounded almost like he was miles away. Chuuya tried his best to keep his mind focused, and most importantly awake, but the heavy feeling in his limbs made it almost impossible. “Shit.”, he coursed between gritted teeth, blinking rapidly as the weight of Dazai's hand suddenly felt like it had doubled over the course of a few seconds. His neck felt slowly started cramping, the muscles barely able to hold his head up in the position he was in.

“I can’t move a single finger.” He blinked again, putting all of his thoughts to the goal of staying conscious, as his body finally gave up. Chuuya wasn’t even sure if he had finished his sentence, as his heavy eyelids closed and his head slowly dropped into Dazai’s lap. Then, Chuuya was out like a light. His head resting on Dazai's lap while his body was awkwardly sprawled across his legs.

Dazai's hand was still hovering over the place where Chuuya’s head had been only a moment ago, as he looked down on the smaller man’s unconscious figure. The way his head had dropped into his lap would give him a sore neck afterwards, but that would probably be the least of his worries when he wakes up. Mentally preparing himself for the yelling that would follow as soon as the mafia executive would wake up again, Dazai gently put his hand back on Chuuya's head.

Touching his bare arm would have been just as effective, though Dazai didn’t care too much about it. For a moment he wondered where Chuuya had left his coat but didn’t question it further. His ex-partner would often leave his coat behind, especially during fights. He once explained that it would only hinder him in his movements, and he would have a wider range for his attacks if he left the coat behind. That was probably due to the fact that even after all those years, he primarily used his legs instead of his arms when it came to near-range combat moves.

Eventually there would be small sounds of falling rocks or cracks in the surrounding mess, but otherwise, it was awfully quiet. Dazai took a second look around the place they had landed, looking for potential threats and also for Chuuya's hat and coat. When he didn’t notice anything that looked suspicious, so he let out a small sigh and tried to relax a bit.

Dazai looked down at Chuuya who was breathing steadily against his side. Even though the position he was in was everything but comfortable, the bundle of anger looked a lot calmer than he usually did when Dazai was around. Absentmindedly, Dazai started gently stroking the ginger locks, making them look even more disheveled than they were before. He slowly shifted his position a bit, stretching his legs, so he would be more comfortable. Chuuya's motionless body slid a bit closer to the floor, arms sprawled next to Dazai's legs. The cold floor sure would be cold uncomfortable in this position, but neither Dazai's butt nor Chuuya's unconscious body cared at this moment due to the post-fight exhaustion.

He didn’t know how long they had stayed in this position, but Dazai eventually had closed his eyes just for a short while in order to relax a bit. His hand was still buried in Chuuya’s hair, stroking the soft curls now and then. The small groans that came from the man in his lap became more noticeable from minute to minute, so Dazai figured that the princess would be waking up soon.

Chuuya’s head moved a little and Dazai heard him hiss in pain. “What... the fuck.”, Chuuya murmured as he found himself in a very strange angle, still spread out between a pair of long legs. He felt a hand that was caressing his awkwardly twisted head slowly and gently and realized that he was still laying on Dazai after the previous fight they were in and tried lifting his head again, this time without being held down again. “The fog has cleared. You should be safe now.”, Dazai exclaimed, without showing any emotion in his tone. His hand was still placed on Chuuya’s head as he lifted it and his eyes met Dazai’s.

Due to the strange position he had fallen unconscious in, he was now laying on top of Dazai, his hands supporting his weight next to the tall man’s hips. He felt incredibly heavy, his body ached for sleep and the warmth radiating from the body underneath him didn’t make it any better. “You deserve a good night’s sleep”, Dazai commented, as if he had read Chuuya’s mind. That obvious, huh? Chuuya nodded slowly, his neck aching with even the smallest movement. “It was a tough day.”, Chuuya simply answered, not able to contain a small yawn as he sat up between Dazai’s legs. He noticed the small smile on the lips of his ex-partners face, it was only there for the blink of an eye.

Despite his entire body protesting against the movements, Chuuya slowly stood up and stretched his sore limbs. He was pretty sure that there was no part of his body that didn’t make a cracking sound at that moment. He looked down at Dazai who looked back up at him and sighed heavily. “Get up, idiot.” Chuuya stretched out his hand and Dazai took it, only to be pulled back to his feet again. He often forgot how strong the smaller man was, despite his petite figure and even without his ability.

Dazai didn’t loosen his grip on Chuuya’s hand, even as he was standing up. “I need my hand back, you know. You got two yourself.”, he commented, craning his sore neck a bit to look up into Dazai’s face. Now they were in the next awkward position, standing almost uncomfortably close to each other, just breathing and staring in each other's eyes, as the sun was slowly rising. The warm colors of the sunrise reflected in Dazai’s brown eyes, making them look like they were made of honey or liquid gold. The color softened his usual cold and absent gaze that he usually wore after a fight. Chuuya swallowed hard. It was moments like these that made him realize the beauty of the man in front of him. “Take a picture, that will last longer.”, Dazai’s bemused voice commented on Chuuya staring at his face for a bit too long to be unintentional.

Chuuya freed his hand from Dazai’s grip, due to the absence of his gloves, awfully aware of their warm softness. He still can’t believe those were the hands of a mass murderer. “I’m just tired and zoned out for a bit, shut up.” His voice was back to the usual anger, even though it was a bit dulled by tiredness. “Oh? So you only stared at me like that because you are tired?” Dazai leaned a bit forward with a playful undertone in his voice. He liked taking every given opportunity to tease Chuuya, it was his way of making sure he was okay even after such a tough day. “Oi, back off”, Chuuya exclaimed angrily, shooting death glares at Dazai. He wasn’t in the mood to give in to his teasing, he just wanted to go home and soak his body in a hot bath while drinking some expensive wine. Was that too much to ask for?

“Oh you mean like this?” With a smug grin on his face, Dazai leaned closer. “Other direction, dimwit.” Like a cat that didn’t want a human face in its fur, Chuuya pushed his hands against Dazai’s face, trying to push him away. Surprisingly, he then felt a grip on his wrists that pulled his hands from Dazai’s face and his whole body closer to the other man’s. He stumbled a bit, completely taken off guard by the sudden movement, and fell against a skinny but tall body.

“Did that fog mess up your head even more than usual or-”, Chuuya’s complaints were completely cut off by a pair of soft lips being pressed on his. That definetely was new. Too shocked to move at first, he just stood there, not sure if that was really happening right now. Even more surprised by his own actions, Chuuya slowly started moving his lips against Dazais, returning his kiss shyly. His tense body leaned into the taller man as he stood up on the tip of his toes in an attempt to balance out their height difference a bit. Chuuya felt Dazai’s arms wrapping around his waist, holding him flush against his own body, steadying both of their bodies. They found a slow and sloppy pace in their kissing really quickly, almost like they did this all the time.

With his hands free from the grip on his wrists, Chuuya slowly started moving them up into Dazai’s hair, slowly stroking the soft brown curls and running them through his fingers as the kiss deepened. He felt the others hands trail down from his waist to his hips, squeezing them lightly, pressing their bodies even closer together than before. Dazais body felt warm and good against his, even though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he enjoyed it while it lasted. The warmth that was being pressed against him made Chuuya forget about the aches of his body for a moment, his mind feeling foggy.

In the back of his mind he questioned if he was still unconcious on the floor, being left behind by Dazai in the strange fog. Maybe the fog showed people something they would absolutely hate so they would want to kill themselves afterwards? But those doubts were quickly passed aside by the realness of Dazai’s big warm hands rubbing circles on the small of his back. No. This couldn’t be a trick of some ability. This was real and this was strange but also... good. It was the only thing that would stop their bickering for a while and replace it with the hazy feeling of nothingness that came with kissing somebody.

After what felt like an eternity, they slowly pulled away from each other, gasping for breath. Nobody said anything. Chuuya wanted to say something rude, something smug... but he was lost for words for once, which was not often the case. Dazai had caught him off guard, wiped every thought about the previous fight out of his mind and made him lost for words. “I’m glad you made it out alive. I wouldn’t know who else to bother if you had died without me.”, Dazai said while his face was still close to Chuuya’s, his voice a mere whisper. Chuuya opened his mouth to respond something, but he was still lost for words. It was like Dazai slapped him across the face. His words sank into Chuuyas mind as he repeated them over and over again. It sounded honestly, despite their usual rivalry and hatred for each other. They often told the other one to go and die in a filthy ditch so this turn was entirely new. “Well it would be boring without you so I figured saving you or die trying would be fitting.”

Dazai chuckled and slowly let go of Chuuya’s body, moving back a bit in order to put some space between them. Kissing his rival was not what he originally intendet, but the intense stare of those ocean blue eyes and the high feeling after a fight that’s been won made him throw his concerns overboard. And he regret nothing.

“I should go back to the Agency and apologize for teaming up with the enemy for a while.” Pushing his hair back behind his ear as he spoke, Dazai gave Chuuya a small smile and Chuuya understood. It wouldn’t be good to be seen together now. Their rivaling organizations wouldn’t be too pleased to find out that they shared a little moment after teaming up only to fight a greater evil. He nodded and sat back down on the floor, leaning against one of the larger pieces of concrete as he watched Dazai walk away in some direction.

Chuuya decided to just stay there a little longer. It would only raise suspicions if he walked away the same time as Dazai and he didn’t have enough energy left in his body to deal with this right now. Instead he just stared straight ahead, letting all the events of the day replay in his mind in order to cope with them. He didn’t know how long he was sitting there all on his own before he heard some footsteps coming closer. By the pattern of them, he didn’t think they would be a threat. The black coat and black and white hair quickly confirmed this.

Akutagawa slid down a small hill that was formed by one of the bigger pieces of concrete that was laying on the floor and quickly looked around. “What are you doing here?”, Chuuya asked without looking up from the place he had be staring at, “Dimwit Dazai is safe.”

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