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Seeing Dazai chained up was a nice change of pace. It was nice being the one seeing it instead of being the one chained up. 

“What a glorious view.” Dazai lifted his head to see Chuuya coming down the stairs. Chuuya almost stopped on the stairs. He looked different. Of course he did. Four years were of course going to change a person. Chuuya would not have said he was the same person he was four years ago. “Could rival a costly masterpiece.” 

“Ah, crap,” Dazai muttered. 

Chuuya smirked. He was normally the one reacting like this around Dazai. “I like your reaction.” He stood in front of Dazai. This time he was the one who was free. “It makes me want to strangle you.” 

“I’m sure you do,” Dazai said. Chuuya narrowed his eyes on him. “You're still the same old Chuuya. Even when I’m the one chained up.” 

Chuuya pushed away any memories of the past that had begun to resurface with those words. Nothing important happened between them in the past. Nothing at all. Anything they got up to outside of their missions together wasn’t important. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Chuuya snapped. 

As Dazai stared down at him, Chuuya started to feel how the difference in their heights had made him feel when they were partners. Dazai might have always made fun of him for it but on missions, he could feel him watching over his shoulder, which brought a sense of comfort. 

And then there were the other things that it made Chuuya feel but that was something he always tried to avoid thinking about. 

“Look at you,” Dazai smirked. “You’ve still got your tacky hats.” 

“I bet you're still obsessed with committing suicide.” 

“Yep.” 

Chuuya wanted to roll his eyes. He had never been able to get under Dazai’s skin the same way Dazai was able to get under Chuuya’s. “It’s no fun if you don’t even try to deny it.” Chuuya stopped as he looked up at the shackles above Dazai’s head. He walked up and leaned onto Dazai so he could reach up and touch the chains. “These look nice on you.” Chuuya huffed as he stepped away. “I’m sure that makes you want to cry.” 

“Chuuya is a terrible liar.” 

“I am not lying.” 

Dazai snapped his fingers and the handcuffs came open. He shook out his arms. “Well at the very least you know you look better chained up like that.” 

Chuuya turned away from Dazai. Memories of Dazai hovering above him in his bed started to resurface in his mind. His wrists were bound above his head. The moments that being with Dazai were blissful instead of infuriating. 

“Have you been able to have that kind of experience since I left?” Dazai put a hand on Chuuya’s shoulder. 

Chuuya thought about flinching away and shaking Dazai off. But the hand on his shoulder was gentle. The sounds that constantly rang in his head had turned quiet. It had been four years since he last felt that quiet. It was like there was finally peace in his mind again. 

Instead of moving away, Chuuya leaned back into Dazai’s chest. “It’s quiet again. It’s been a while since that happened.” 

Dazai put his arms around Chuuya. “Is this better?” 

The voices stayed quiet. As long as he was touching Dazai they would stay quiet. It was so much better than the roaring that never quieted down. 

That wasn’t something he could say aloud. He couldn’t say that the more of Dazai he was touching the better he felt about the voices. Chuuya didn't answer Dazai’s question but the silence was loud enough for him. 

Dazai leaned his head down towards Chuuya’s neck. “Chuuya.” He whispered and his breath floated on Chuuya’s neck before Dazai pressed his lips to it. 

Chuuya held in a moan, but while he held that kind of lewd noise in, something else floated from his mouth. “Dazai.” 

Dazai sucked on Chuuya’s skin. One hand started to wander down his body until they were gripping Chuuya’s waist. The other pushed his hair away from his neck. “You’re still so beautiful.” 

This was not something Dazai had said before. He had called Chuuya other things like hot, and fierce. Beautiful was not one used. And it was different, from the other ones Dazai would use to describe Chuuya. 

While the word linger in his mind it did not stop Chuuya from continuing to lean into Dazai’s touch and wandering hands. “It’s been so long.” Chuuya looked back to the cuffs hanging on the wall. 

Dazai noticed him looking back. A smirk crawled across his face. “Do you want to?” 

The urge to let Dazai press him against the wall grew. As long as Dazai kept his hands on him he felt more at peace. Chuuya wouldn’t say he was at peace. No one could be around Dazai. But it was wonderful nonetheless. 

“Yes.” 

Dazai spun Chuuya around and began to push him towards the wall that he was once pressed against. When his back hit the wall a small breath escaped Chuuya’s lips, before Dazai leaned down and kissed him. 

This kiss was far softer than most of their kisses during their time together in the Port Mafia. Time had done a lot to them. Maybe this was something that would be better now. 

Dazai wrapped his hand around Chuuya’s wrist and lifted it to the cuffs that Dazai had just freed himself from. Dazai and Chuuya’s eyes stayed on each other as Dazai closed the cuffs around Chuuya’s wrists. 

“This is the prettiest you’ve ever looked,” Dazai whispered. Chuuya felt his breath on his lips. He leaned his head forward to chase after them and catch them in another kiss. Dazai pushed the coat that only sat around Chuuya’s shoulders off of him as they kissed each other. His hands linger over the buttons on Chuuya’s vest before Dazai started to pop them open. 

“Why are you so slow?” Chuuya grumbled. He pulled his hands, but chains kept him from moving very far. Dazai moved his lips to start kissing Chuuya’s face to his neck. His movements to undress Chuuya slowed even more. “Dazai, why?” 

Dazai removed his lips as he pulled open Chuuya’s shirt. “Oh.” He ran a finger over the fading scars just under his chest. “You were mentioning you wanted top surgery before I left. It looks good.” 

“Shut up. You’re taking too long.” 

Dazai moved down to start peppering kisses across Chuuya’s chest. “You’re so beautiful now.” Dazai’s hands found their way to Chuuya’s waist and he gave it a quick squeeze as he continued to move down his body. “How can I not take the time for it.” 

Chuuya knew Dazai had a reputation for being a heartbreaker. When they were together in the Port Mafia, everything between them had been rushed and rough with how frantic everything was around them. Never taking the time to fully fall into each other's touch. Now that Dazai was taking his time with Chuuya he began to understand just how easily someone would have been able to fall for the few charms that Dazai had. 

Dazai’s hands made it down to the waistband of Chuuya’s pants. He looked up at Chuuya as he fumbled to unbutton his pants. Chuuya felt himself relax as Dazai’s hand cupped him between his legs, where Chuuya felt himself and had now started to notice just how wet he had gotten so quickly. 

“Were you excited to see me?” Dazai said as he stroked Chuuya through his panties. Chuuya tilted his head away as his face turned red. “You must have been. How could you have gotten this wet otherwise.” 

Excited was not the word Chuuya would have used. He did perk up when he heard that Dazai was in the dungeon, but that wasn’t being excited about seeing him again. 

“Should I keep going?” Dazai’s voice breathed against Chuuya’s ear. 

“Yes.” 

Dazai hummed as his hand slid into Chuuya’s panties. Chuuya leaned his head back upon the wall as Dazai started to stroke gently and slowly at his clit. Chuuya’s breath got heavy as Dazai continued to stroke. He wanted to put his hands on Dazai and pull him closer. When he tried to reach out he was stopped by the chains binding his wrists.

Chuuya moaned and thrusted his hips forward to get closer to Dazai's touch and rub his clit more against Dazai. 

Dazai wrapped a hand around Chuuya’s waist and brought himself closer to Chuuya. Dazai straightened up and started to pepper kisses against Chuuya’s neck as he continued to stroke him. 

Chuuya moaned when Dazai began to just use the tips of his fingers on his clit. Dazai had already shown that he was willing to do more. “Stop teasing me.” Chuuya breathed out. 

“Stop teasing you?” Dazai pushed away Chuuya’s panties and plunged his fingers into his pussy. Chuuya gasped. “Is that better?” Dazai curved his fingers before beginning to rub them against Chuuya’s walls. 

A whimper came out of Chuuya's mouth as Dazai kept stroking him. The feeling of quiet that Chuuya had first felt when Dazai first touched him had long since faded to Chuuya’s mind being filled with nothing but ecstasy. It was perfect. There had been no one within the four years they had been apart who had been able to satisfy Chuuya the way that Dazai had. 

When Dazai pulled his hands away Chuuya held in his desire to ask to him to come back. A small mewl still made its way out of his throat. Dazai gave Chuuya a look as he unzipped his own pants and began to pull them down along with his underwear. He moved back so his and Chuuya’s bodies were pressed together. 

“Chuuya.” Chuuya could feel Dazai position his dick to line up with his hole. “I’ve missed this.” 

“Then do it.” 

Dazai brushed aside a lock of Chuuya’s hair before slowly pushing himself into Chuuya. They let out a breath together. They still fit together so well. Dazai started to thrust gently into Chuuya. He craned his neck up to try and kiss Dazai again and Dazai met him halfway. 

As Dazai kept his lips meeting with Chuuya’s the speed of his thrusts increased. Chuuye’s mouth fell open as Dazai’s cock started repeatedly hitting a more sensitive spot inside of Chuuya. 

Chuuya moaned as he tried to pull at the chains that bound him to the wall. Dazai grabbed Chuuya’s hips and started moving them in rhythm with his own thrusts. It only forced Dazai into Chuuya more deeply. Nothing was filling Chuuya’s mind aside from the feeling of being pressed into it and the warmth and pleasure that came from it. 

Dazai’s breathing started to get more labored, though Chuuya didn't notice until Dazai pulled his dick out of him. 

“What?” Chuuya breathed out. He looked down to see Dazai jerking himself off and letting himself come on Chuuya’s stomach. “Why?”

“It’s been four years.” 

“And you can’t even finish the goddamn job?” 

Dazai traced his hand around Chuuya’s entrance again making him squirm. “You want me to make you finish?” Chuuya didn't answer, but the way his eyes stared into Dazai’s gave him more than enough to say. “Ok.” Dazai pressed the pad of his thumb onto Chuuya’s clit and ran small circles around it. “How’s that.” 

Chuuya pulled at the chains again. “That’s good.” His voice was out of breath. Dazai reached his fingers back to insert two back into Chuuya’s pussy. Chuuya and Dazai both hummed. “Yes.” 

Dazai began to thrust his fingers into Chuuya. He could feel Chuuya’s wall flutter around his digits. “You’re getting close aren’t you,” Chuuya grunted in response. “It’s ok. You can just let go.” 

It was the softness of Dazai’s voice that just made Chuuya fully release himself and came on Dazai’s hand. Dazai brought the hand to his mouth and licked off Chuuya’s come. “You taste delicious.” He smirked. 

Dazai took his time licking up Chuuya’s fluids from his hand. Because he was bound by the chain in the wall Chuuya could only watch. He wanted to roll his eyes at the obscene noises Dazai made as he licked him up but he knew that wouldn’t help him get out of these chains any soon. 

This was probably the worst way this meeting could have gone. He was supposed to integrate Dazai. Now he was the one chained up with his pants at his ankles after getting thoroughly fucked by a man who he really shouldn’t have ever had feelings for. 

Dazai unlocked the cuffs and Chuuya quickly started to pull his clothes back on. When his pants were done, he stepped around Dazai so his back was to him. He struggled on whether thanking Dazai would be appropriate for the moment. 

“I missed you,” Dazai said. 

“So did I.” Chuuya finished buttoning his shirt as he started climbing the stairs. “I wish I didn't.” He said too quiet for Dazai to hear him.