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The loud clacking of shoes brought Dazai’s attention back, as he focused on the noise getting closer. There was a quick pause before the footsteps resumed without the loud steps. Finally, when the door opened it revealed a ginger-haired figure covered head to toe in blood and dirt.

“Chuuya! You’re finally home, I’ve been waiting for so long.”

Chuuya rolled his eyes and walked to the bathroom clearly wanting to take a shower undisturbed.

“I’m only 5 minutes late, and that was because of Mori sending me on a difficult mission with an incompetent fool.”

“It was way too long… 5 minutes is too much for me,” Dazai whined dramatically.

Chuuya slammed the bathroom door and rustling could be heard before the sound of the shower started. Dazai cautiously approached the door and sat there like a lost puppy waiting for its owner to find it. He sat there contemplating what to do next when the scent of Chuuya’s shampoo hit him. He slowly shuffled closer to the door and began sniffing at the door, and relishing in Chuuya’s scent, imagining him sitting close by, working.

A good while later, Chuuya emerges from the bathroom completely nude other than a towel wrapped around his torso. He walked out and straight into an almost fully asleep Dazai sitting on the ground using grabby hands to get Chuuya’s attention.

“Not now Dazai, I need to get dressed and finish up some notes from today’s mission,” Chuuya said with a tinge of command.

Dazai dropped his head down and sighed, “Fine, but don’t take too long, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you to do.”

Chuuya simply smiled and walked to their bedroom to get dressed before heading to his desk to begin writing his report of the entire mission rather than simple notes as a way to piss off Dazai.

“C’mon Chuuya! You’ve been writing for so long, can we go to the bedroom? I want to do something…” Dazai wailed loudly.

Chuuya simply smiled and continued working as though he couldn’t hear Dazai screeching in the back.

“Jeez Dazai, you’ve been yelling for a good half an hour already. I thought you’d quit it after 20 minutes. Are you that in need of me to fuck you? You needy bitch,” Chuuya scoffed.

Dazai’s face flushed and suddenly became quiet and kept trying to look away when Chuuya glanced at him.

“So this is how I can shut you up. I never knew calling you names would do this to you. Is this a kink perhaps?”

Dazai quickly shook his head trying to deny this, but Chuuya knew him too well and decided to fulfil his prior request and take him to the bedroom.

“Well, well, well…” Chuuya murmured. “Are you going to tell me what you wanted or should I do what I want to do? Hmm?”
Dazai looked down at his feet clearly trying to avoid eye contact with Chuuya as he could feel his face was extremely red like a tomato. Chuuya was left with no choice other than to take it upon himself to use his hands to lift Dazai’s face up to look at him.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Dazai shivered gently as he felt Chuuya’s hand lift his face higher and higher.

“Or should I start degrading you, you’d like that wouldn’t you, you little slut.”

Dazai’s face flushed more, and Chuuya could tell that he was aroused by the little tent building in his pants.

“Ok, you little whore, go to the bed and kneel, don’t you dare touch yourself while I’m going to grab the lube.”

Chuuya cursed himself for leaving the lube in the other room, as began heading out. But Dazai was quick to grab onto the back of his shirt dragging him onto the bed.

“We don’t need it…”

“What? You’re the one who always complains that it’s so painful, and you need the lube. Such a desperate little harlot you are.”

Chuuya got up once more, but this time not to exit the room and instead stood at the end of the bed looking at Dazai.

“Look at you, you’re so pathetic, just kneeling there waiting for me to do something to you, how cute.”

Dazai whined at Chuuya as his hand began snaking to his own cock trying to get some stimulation.

“You fucking needy whore, don’t touch yourself or else I’m not fucking you,” Chuuya threatened.

Dazai took a nervous gulp as he felt his cock harden more and more as Chuuya degraded him more. He nodded, and Chuuya pushed him into the bed before slowly taking off Dazai’s shirt and bandages leaving him completely bare in front of Chuuya.

“You bandage-wasting machine, what a pathetic little piece of shit you are, letting me strip you.”

Dazai felt those words making him harder, and Chuuya wasn’t stripping him fast enough so he began pushing at his pants. Chuuya noticed but didn’t make any moves to remove his pants and instead took a nipple and began pinching and squeezing it making Dazai emit an audible gasp.

“Such a little slut, do you want my dick that badly?”

Dazai nodded profusely, doing everything he could to get fucked by Chuuya.

“Fine, you worthless garbage… Do you want me to go hard?”

Dazai nodded again, this time faster and with more enthusiasm. With this, Chuuya began peeling his own clothes off, but at an excruciating slow pace as a way to tease Dazai. He could see Dazai writhing on the sheets trying not to whine or make any noises for the fear Chuuya wouldn’t fuck him anymore.

When Chuuya had finally taken his clothes off, he began carefully peeling Dazai’s pants off him, not giving any stimulation.

“Lube or no lube?”

Dazai shook his head.

“So no lube?”

Dazai nodded, and Chuuya finally peeled away his boxers and shoved a finger into his awaiting hole. Dazai let out a quiet moan, and Chuuya started thrusting his fingers in faster and faster leaving Dazai groaning trying to keep his moans quiet.

“Why keep your moans in when you can let them out, it’s like music to my ears whenever I hear you, especially when you call out my name like the needy little cock whore you are.”

With no response, Chuuya shoved a second finger in trying to get a reaction but failing again. Chuuya hadn’t ever imagined that Dazai would be used to two fingers, so he added a third, this time getting the reaction he wanted.

After Chuuya deemed Dazai was well prepared, he spat on his cock as well as used Dazai’s pre-cum to glide his cock in. With a few thrusts, Dazai began yelling Chuuya’s name as Chuuya repeatedly hit his prostate, making him weak in the knees.

“I-I think I’m going to come,” Dazai whimpered.

“Me too…”

A few thrusts later, Dazai came followed quickly by Chuuya coming inside Dazai.

“Was that good you little slut?”

Dazai nodded and lay down staring up at Chuuya.

“That was the best, now carry me to the bathtub.”

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A knock at the door prompted Akutagawa to quickly check his hair and fix his clothes before opening the door to greet his boyfriend.

“Jinko! I’m glad you could make it on time,” Akutagawa greeted.

“Yeah, of course, Ryuu, I try not to be late as much as I can.”

After some more chatting about their respective lives and especially Dazai, they headed over to Atsushi's Porsche which Akutagawa had bought for him.

“Where are we going this time?” Akutagwa asked.

“You’ll see, I think you’ll like it because I’ve heard people who had similar taste as you did,” Atsushi replied nervously.

Comfortable silence then ensued as they got into the car, ready to go to the mysterious place that Atsushi had booked. Akutagawa was still curious, so he waited for Atsushi to put the navigation on to get an idea of where they were going, but Atsushi had begun pulling out of the driveway.

“Do you know where the place is?” Akutagawa asked puzzled.

“Yeah, I’ve been a few times with Dazai, on his dates with Chuuya.”

Akutagawa acknowledged this with a nod and tried to think of where Dazai might go to for dates.

“Is it that bar he used to go to with Ango and the dead one?” Akutagawa asked catiously.

“I’m not sure, maybe? But you’ll have to wait and see to confirm your thoughts.”

As Atsushi made the final turn, this time into a dark alleyway, Akutagawa saw the familiar sign ‘Bar Lupin’.

“This place… Dazai brought me here once.”

“Great! Then you’ll know what to have here, let’s go.”

As they headed into the bar, someone Akutagawa thought looked familiar turned and watched him get into his seat before turning back around. He thought it was strange, but didn’t pay much attention as if it came down to a fight, he and Atsushi were always stronger. So he put his focus back onto Atsushi and ordered an Aperol Spritz as it was his normal go-to drink.

“Hey Ryuu, could I get a sip?”

“No, you have you’re own and yours is too strong for me so it would be fair.”

Atsushi sighed, “Fine, but if I get one that isn’t as strong later, can I get a sip of yours?”

“Sure… But make sure it isn’t strong, I’m a lightweight remember?”

“Yeah, yeah. Here come our drinks now!”

When their drinks finally arrived, Akutagawa’s came redder than usual, but he ignored it as the colour differs depending on the place that makes it. He took a sip and set it aside to talk to Atsushi about their next mission which they had both only found out they were assigned the day prior.

“So we need to find their warehouse and then what?” Akutagawa says as he takes another sip of his drink.

“We just kill them or take them captive, I guess,” Atsushi replies timidly.

“Ok, so we kill them and then what? Are doing the cleaning or will the Port Mafia handle that?” Akutagawa takes another sip.

“I heard from Dazai that the Mafia is doing it this time.”

“Ok.”

“What’s wrong? Ryuu?” Atsushi asks as Akutagawa has stopped speaking much.

“Nothing… It’th fine.” Akutagawa slurs out.

“You’re clearly not fine, we’re going home right now.”

“No, I’m… Fine… Maybe?”

Atsushi stopped listening to Akutagawa and went to pick him up bridal style to bring him back to the car.

When he got to the car, he opened the passenger door and put Akutagawa in, making sure he was safe before he shut the door. He then got into the driver’s side and quickly did his seatbelt before heading back to Akutagawa’s house.

When he got back, he used his tiger strength to lift Akutagawa out of the car and up the flight of stairs into his apartment.

“Jinko, please fuck me. I want to feel you…”

“What? I-I… No, you’re currently drunk, drugged or something else.”

“It’s ok, I let you! Please?”

“How about I just give you a blowjob? Can you accept that?”

“Yeah, that’ll work,” Akutagawa said as if in a daze.

Atushi carefully brought him into the guest room as to not ruin the sheets on Akutagawa’s bed so he could sleep later. He very slowly and gently removed Akutagawa’s pants so that he could tell Atsushi to stop if he changed his mind.

When his pants were finally removed, Akutagawa began pawing at his own boxers telling Atsushi to remove them faster. Of course, Atsushi complied and peeled Akutagawa’s underwear off to see his cock spring free from his boxers right before his face.

Atsushi flushed when he remembered Akutagawa’s length, but he knew his boyfriend would get pouty if he backed out, so he leaned forward. He slowly took the tip into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the slit of his cock and then licked it directly causing Akutagawa to shamelessly moan aloud. Atsushi then used his tongue along the underside of his Akutagawa’s cock to give more stimulation as he leant forwards taking more of his cock and licking it every once in a while.

When his mouth had gotten to the base, Akutagawa pushed him into the pubic hair around his cock, causing Atsushi to moan giving more stimulation to Akutagawa. When Akutagawa had deemed Atsushi ready, he grabbed his hair and began bobbing him up and down the length of his cock. Atsushi used his tongue to swirl around the cock adding to the already heaping arousal in Akutagawa’s body.

“I think I’m-” Akutagawa suddenly said breaking the silence.

“Mghm” Atsushi acknowledged.

The noise caused Akutagawa to feel the sensation of a high-pressure build-up at the base of his cock.

After a few more times bobbing Atsushi’s head on his own cock, he felt the pressure loosen and all of a sudden his vision went white as he let out a huge moan. Atsushi looked up at Akutagawa and felt the sudden load shoot into his mouth and he swallowed it all down.

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Nikolai awoke with a start, as he took in the surroundings of Sigma’s house, where he had been staying for the night after Fyodor sent him on a mission to save Sigma. Once he had taken in his surroundings, he realised that he felt exhausted more than usual, so he checked the time on the bedside clock, it read 6:30 am. He knew Fyodor wouldn’t be awake, but decided to give it a shot, as he was so incredibly bored out of his mind.

“C’mon Fedya! Pick up. I need to talk to you.”

“Hello?” A voice of pure bewilderment and tiredness replied.

“Fedya, I’ve missed your bestie! Can we call? I’m so bored,” Nikolai exclaimed.

“Nikolai, it’s way too early, and of all people, why call me? If you really need something just go to Sigma’s room and wake him up.”

“I would go to get him, but he won’t be able to do what I need, so you’re the only option.”

“What do you mean?” Fyodor asked hoping it wasn’t what he was thinking.

“You’re the only person who would have sex with me, so of course I’d call you! I feel so horny right now, come over to Sigma’s so we can have sex,” Nikolai declared louder than needed.

“No, it’s early and Sigma would kill you if I just came over just to copulate with you; on his bed as well, if I must add.”

“Why should I care, I won’t get his sheets dirty, and neither would you,” Nikolai said pouting.

“Even if we don’t get his sheets dirty, he won’t ever be able to host you at his house anymore with the fear of this happening again. It would cause so much more trouble than required, so no, I won’t be going to his house to have any type of intercourse with you.

Nikolai sighed but stayed quiet as he felt crestfallen that Fyodor had adamantly declined him, so he remained quiet. He waited like this, as though he were waiting for Fyodor to propose something for them to do instead of having sex.

Becoming impatient, Nikolai began wondering what Fyodor was doing but didn’t want to look with his ability since it wouldn’t be fun.

After more minutes of silence, Nikolai used his ability to grab the lube from under Fyodor’s desk, when Fyodor took in a breath to speak.

“Since you wish to copulate with me, we could do it online as long as you stay quiet,” Fyodor finally said.

“Ok! I will be quiet for you,” Nikolai declared proudly.

“First take off your pants, imagine my hand doing it instead of yours, that’ll get you hard.”

“Fedya! How are you taking my pants off?”

“However you want, although if you want me to give you direction, take them off slowly.”

“Awh, Dos-kun, please… faster, take them off.”

“Of course, Nikolai… Take them off, all the way off,” Fyodor finally articulated.

“Fedya! I want you to touch me, tell me all the details so that I can get it right.”

“Ok, ok… My hand grazes along your thighs as gently as possible as a way to tease you. Then grab onto your cock with your other hand and start stroking, start slow and build up until it’s really fast, and do not come.”

“Argh,” Nikolai moaned as he imagined Fyodor stroking his dick slowly increasing the pace, but not fast enough for him to reach a climax.

“Faster, more, please!” Nikolai groaned.

“Of course, I graze my fingers over your slit and continue rubbing until the pre-cum has properly lubricated my hands.”

Nikolai follows these instructions and starts to run his finger over his slit, mentally preparing before imagining Fyodor touching him like that.

“Argh, Fedya, more please…” Nikolai moaned out.

Nikolai became louder and louder as ‘Fyodor’ stroked his cock and played with the slit, allowing those down the corridor to hear.

Soon, footsteps came down the hallway to outside the room, and paused a moment to knock, before opening the door.

“Nikolai! What on earth is going on? Is Fyodor here?” Sigma asked as he walked in.

Nikolai, still in his world of pleasure, didn’t hear him, but Fyodor did, so he hung up, causing Nikolai to break out of his imagination.

“Don’t worry, Sigma, I wasn’t going to come on your sheets, so you don’t need to worry about that. Fyodor and I were just calling,” Nikolai said, not caring that his cock was still flushed and fully exposed. “Let me quickly finish, and then I’ll leave or something.”

Sigma tried to stop him but was too late as he had gone back to imagining Fyodor and stroking himself moaning Fyodor’s name. Feeling as though he was now intruding on something, Sigma left, closing the door, hoping his new sheets wouldn’t get dirty.

“Dos-kun! Call me back!”

After 5 minutes with no response, he decided to call Fyodor and ask to continue, and after 2 rings, Fyodor picked up.

“Nikolai, I know you took the lube…”

“So what if I did? What will you do?”

“Let’s continue then, use the lube to finger yourself starting with 2 fingers and slowly increasing it getting to 4.”

Nikolai did as he was told, and took the lube starting to work his hole open, with the occasional moan or grunt. Fyodor sat at the other side of the line working and occasionally praising Nikolai to keep him going.

“What now Fedya?”

“Now, you go to my drawer, I’ve put a dildo inside, use that to fuck yourself until you come.”

Nikolai without making any noise used his ability again, this time with Fyodor’s knowledge and grabbed the dildo.

“This is bigger than the one you normally use on me, did you buy a new one?”

“I did, I’m surprised you noticed.”

“I’ll always notice if it’s something with you, Dos-kun.”

“Anyways, use it on yourself.”

Nikolai carefully positioned it on the ground, and then himself over it, moving up and down slowly at first to get used to it. As soon as he felt ready, he began using the dildo to thrust into himself, over and over again, until he felt the sudden pressure from his groin begin to loosen. Then a sudden whiteness clouded his vision.

When Nikolai awoke, Sigma was on the floor next to him talking to Fyodor.

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Poe kept pulling his neck ribbon up trying to hide the marks on his neck, but he knew that it wouldn’t hide anything. Ranpo had gone too hard the night prior as he saw a random man trying to flirt with Poe and thought Poe needed a little reminder of who he belonged to.

He continued walking, but as he finally arrived at the entrance of the Guild’s headquarters, he became worried. What if someone judged him for having the hickeys?

“Ed! What are you thinking about now?” A voice suddenly came from behind Poe.

“Uhh… Nothing, I assure you, let’s head inside,” turning around to face Lucy.

Poe had started fiddling with his neck ribbon and made sure to use smaller movements to not accidentally reveal all the hickeys littered around his neck.

“You seem more nervous today than always, has something happened?” Lucy asked genuinely worried.

She quickly scanned him for any injuries, but as her eyes went over his neck area, she noticed something peeking out from behind the ribbon.

“Anything new you want to tell me? You know, anything like a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

“Nothing’s, uh… new?” Poe answered nervously.

Lucy nodded, before pulling Poe to a private room to try to peel the ribbon off to see the sheer amount of hickeys, but Poe was faster and stopped her.

“I-I can’t just show you,” Poe said. “That’ll just be a bit weird.”

“C’mon, what’s the harm in showing it, I don’t judge.”

Poe knew that Lucy wouldn’t judge, but he was still nervous, so he slowly pulled the ribbon off to expose the incredible amount of hickeys all placed expertly on his neck.

“I have more, but I’m not showing you those.”

“Wow, whoever did this to you sure is lucky,” Lucy commented loosely.

“Th-they are? I thought it’d be me that’s the lucky one,” Poe thought aloud.

Suddenly, the doors of the Guild flew open to reveal a member of the Armed Detective Agency, Ranpo.

“I knew you would be talking about those hickeys,” Ranpo said when he got to their small room.

“Ranpo, it may not be the best time to talk about it right now.”

“Oh, so you know something? Can you tell me?” Lucy excitedly asked.

“I do, but I can’t tell you, it’s Poe’s decision of whether he wants to share or not, so it must remain a secret unless he wants me to tell you.”

“Aww, why? Please just a little bit of information. Tell me the gender of this partner at least,” Lucy begged.

Ranpo looked to Poe, who nodded for confirmation.

“Poe has a boyfriend.”

“Poe, anything else you want to tell me? I’m so curious.”

“No, let’s go to work, and Ranpo please head home or go to the agency.”

Ranpo nodded, and they all went their own ways to wherever they were meant to be.

The day progressed, and no one else noticed Poe’s ribbon around his neck being tighter or didn’t care since they all knew it was none of their business. By the end of the day, Poe felt grateful he could finally leave and go home to his amazing loving boyfriend who once ate doughnuts off his dick.

On the way back, he made sure no one was around, so he pulled his phone out to text Ranpo that he was heading home. He hoped by the time he got home, Ranpo would be there so they could cuddle or go on an impromptu date.

When he arrives home, he sees the door to their bedroom is open and remembers it was closed when he left.

“Ranpo dearest! Where are you?”

A shout could be heard from the direction of the bedroom, so Poe began walking over, and saw a note on the half-opened door ‘Your hickeys need to be refreshed’.

“Ranpo! What do you mean by this note?”

“Exactly what you think, Ed.”

“Can I return the favour? I want you to also be reminded that you’re mine.”

“Sure!”

Ranpo dragged Poe down his ribbon and took it off to appreciate the handiwork of yesterday him. Poe was still bent over Ranpo looking down at him causing Ranpo to pull Poe down and start kissing him.

“Mgh~”

“I love you so much darling,” Poe said after pulling away from the kiss.

“Me too, you’re the best, Ed.”

Poe took this small space of time to lift Ranpo’s head and put his mouth onto Ranpo’s neck, and start sucking, trying to make a hickey. Ranpo relaxed into Poe’s mouth, as he felt Poe tensely grip onto him, trying not to hurt Ranpo.

“Ed, don’t worry, you won’t hurt me, just give me a hickey already.”

Poe flushed but still complied with his boyfriend’s demands and started sucking harder on his neck. When he finally went to check his result, he saw that instead of a normal red hickey, a darker purple one appeared.

“Ranpo, the hickey may have turned purple is that ok?” Poe asked nervously.

“It’s fine, sometimes these things happen and I won’t die, so we’ll leave it.”

Poe nodded and went back to sucking, this time at a different spot. This went on for another 20 minutes before Poe finally decided that the marks on Ranpo were enough.

“Ranpo, you can do what you need to do now, I’m extremely happy you trusted me to give you this many hickeys.”

“Take off your shirt now. I want to give a bit more than some hickeys.”

Poe, of course, complied, as he’d do anything for his sweet beloved.

“Stay still,” Ranpo ordered.

Upon hearing this, Poe relaxed his muscles and tried to stay still as much as possible.

Ranpo leant down towards his chest and started biting Poe.

“Is this ok? Do you want me to stop?” Ranpo asked.

“It’s fine, keep going,” Poe assured Ranpo.

Ranpo went around his entire upper body biting and nibbling at anything that he could, trying to leave bite marks behind. The later the bites were, the more indented they were, as Ranpo had discovered how hard he could bite without breaking skin or hurting Poe.

This continued until Ranpo had covered Poe in many bite marks, as a way to show he belonged to someone. When he finally finished, Poe’s upper body no longer looked normal, it had many deep red indented or brushing teeth marks.

“I’m tired, let’s go to bed now, Ed,” Ranpo said so casually you wouldn’t have expected that he just marked his boyfriend with many bite marks.

The next day when Ranpo went to the office, everyone crowded around him asking him where the hickeys came from, but he never gave a straight answer.

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Jouno walked into the bedroom, muttering about their latest task, dealing with the Armed Detective Agency. He didn’t notice that Tecchou was also in the room, sitting at their shared desk since he had been so worn out after another day.

“Jouno, dear, are you ok?” Tecchou asked with a hint of worry in his voice. “It’s not like you, to not notice me sitting here.”

“M’fine, just a bit tired is all, those stupid detectives keep evading us. I was even hot on the tail of one of them before they just disappeared, I followed their footsteps before it just disappeared.”

“Yeah… That happened to me as well.” Tecchou says softly.

Leaning down, Jouno placed a small kiss on Tecchou’s cheek before heading to the other general use desk. When he opened his laptop and plugged in his headphones, he gave an audible groan hearing that he had more than 30 things to write or report. He began to type on his specially made keyboard that he had gotten commissioned.

Jouno got up after typing a page for the daily report, to stretch and accidentally hit the lamp that was recently placed there. As he was about to sit down, he heard Tecchou take a breath signalling that he was about to talk, and Jouno mentally prepared for the jokes he knew his partner would make.

“Should’ve kept an eye out for that one, huh?” Tecchou remarked laughing.

Jouno didn’t respond, instead walked to the bedside table and opened the box of toys to find the one thing he was looking for.

“Come here, Tecchou Suehiro, reap what you’ve sown...”

Tecchou nervously walked over to the bed and sat on it near Jouno and waited for what was to come, not knowing at all.

“You’re going to walk around the house, do work and sleep with this on,” Jouno demanded pulling out a blindfold. “You’ve made too many blind jokes for me to simply ignore them now.”

Tecchou noted this down in his mind and complied not wanting to anger his partner anymore. He felt the gentle fabric of the blindfold press to his eyes as normal, but there most likely wouldn’t be any type of sex.

“How am I meant to do anything? I haven’t been blind before, so I wouldn’t know how to get by,” Tecchou complained.

“That’s what I had to go through when I first became blinded, so get used to it.” Jouno pointed out quite meanly.

After walking away with a huff, Tecchou slowly hiked to the living room, where he had walked into many things such as the coffee table. He knew he shouldn’t have made many blind jokes towards Jouno, but he never said anything, so Tecchou always believed he could continue making them.

Jouno felt happy that Tecchou would perhaps finally learn his lesson, and walked into the living room too. He knew that Tecchou would’ve sensed him, as even without being blind, all the Hunting Dogs had great senses. Jouno’s was always the best, because of his blindness honing his senses more to accommodate.

“Hmph, are you here to rub into my face that you didn’t trip over anything?” Tecchou asked pouting.

“No, but I could now that you’ve given me this idea…”

“No, please don’t I would really rather sit here in silence.”

“Sure, but your other sense will be extremely sharpened, so anything like this,” Jouno traces Tecchou’s neck, “Will be intensely enhanced.”

Angling his neck into Jouno’s hand, told Jouno that he was right.

“Do you like this?” he asks tracing Tecchou’s neck and face.

A soft groan was his only response back, other than tilting his head up a little to give more access to Jouno’s hand.

“I’m not taking this any further, I’m off to bed now,” Jouno said as he got up and left.

Tecchou tried to follow, but only guided by the sound of his voice and not knowing where all the furniture was, failed and tripped over the coffee table again.

“Jouno, honey, darling! Please come back, I’m sorry for telling so many blind jokes, I’ll stop. Please come and save me, I don’t know how to untie your knots.”

Jouno’s voice appeared from the direction of their bedroom, “Do you promise you won’t tell you anymore those insufferable jokes?”

“Yes, I might die if I wear this blindfold any longer, I’m not used to being blinded.”

“You’ll be fine, I’m sure, but fine. I’ll use this every time you make any more blind jokes though, so let this be a reminder.”

Jouno walked closer to Tecchou and felt around for the knot until he found it and began working at it and untied it.

“There you go.”

Tecchou gave Jouno another kiss before he scuttled back to the bedroom office and started working again.

Jouno went to sleep in the guest bedroom since Tecchou was way too happy to get his sight back, but also considered Jouno’s perspective. He was grabbing at all the items and furniture, then rearranging them to give space in between if wanted to walk through them, which would’ve been nice if the entire house was not rearranged,

For the next few months, Jouno would randomly crash into items since the rearranging of everything caused his memory of where the items were to become skewed. He loved Tecchou, but the furniture had become a big problem for him.

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The duo walked into the office after a long day of acting the parts of boss and loyal bodyguard.

“What the fuck was that Dazai? Grabbing my face,” Chuuya shouted.

“What was I meant to do? Kiss you?” Dazai yelled back.

Chuuya went to sit on the couch and tried to relax, thinking back on how Dazai had pulled his choker and how cute it was of him to act like he was in charge.

“Chuuya! Let’s go to the back room, I want you,” Dazai stated meekly.

“Sure, I’ll head over now, come whenever you feel ready,” Chuuya replied.

Dazai went to his desk quickly to grab the new bottle of lube, as they’d run out prior, and headed into the room behind the bookcase.

When he entered, he saw Chuuya sitting on the bed reading a book by the well-known author Shūji Tsushima. He walked up to Chuuya, but he didn’t look up at him nor make any noises acknowledging him, so he decided to take matters into his own hands by taking the book and throwing it to another corner of the room.

“What the... Why did you do that?”

Dazai didn’t respond; instead, he chose to push Chuuya down before straddling his legs and trying to be the top for once. Chuuya scoffed at Dazai’s attempt to be the top, as he knew Dazai was incapable of it, so he flipped their positions using his sheer strength.

“Oh? What are you trying to do Osamu?” Chuuya questioned. “Is that lube in your hand? Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”

Dazai flushed and tried making an excuse, but Chuuya quickly shut him up with a gentle kiss placed on his lips. Dazai let out a sound of surprise as he instinctively kissed back, enjoying the feeling of Chuuya giving him all his attention.

Just as Chuuya felt Dazai finally relax into him, he leaned back and made sure to stop him from getting closer.

“This is what you get for grabbing my face,” Chuuya expressed looking amused.

Dazai stared at Chuuya before thinking of a way to insult him back, but not being able to think of anything other than the kiss they just shared.

“Aww, cat got your tongue? That’s so cute,” Chuuya annunciated emphasising every syllable. “Well, you’ve got to be prepared, since I won’t be going easy on you.”

Dazai pouted, “Why is chibi so mean!”

“If you think this is mean, it really shows I haven’t disciplined you in some time, it’s probably because of you becoming boss of the Port Mafia. You deserve it after today anyways, you piece of garbage.”

Dazai nodded but didn’t say anything, as he knew Chuuya’s disciplinary methods were particularly harsh compared to his own.

Chuuya noticed this, but he pretended to remain oblivious to keep Dazai in line so as not to let him piss himself off further.

“Well Dazai, do you remember what happens now or should I give you a little nudge to remember?”

Dazai remained silent still but removed his pants and boxers to present his bare ass to Chuuya.

“Good job Dazai, you remember!” Chuuya joyfully exclaimed. “Now, as you’ve been doing, stay silent until I tell you.”

Chuuya brought Dazai over his knees and raised his hand, but instead of bringing it down harshly, he gently began rubbing Dazai’s bare ass. He did this a few more times, before bringing down the first strike, it was excruciatingly painful as Chuuya had good arm strength not dependent on his ability. When he brought a second strike down, Dazai rolled his lap to try and escape not thinking about the consequences.

“I thought you had grown out of this, why has this habit started again?”

Dazai whimpered feeling the pain in his ass, but didn’t talk, as he was still afraid of talking unlike his usual self, controlling an entire criminal organisation.

“Osamu! Talk, or else I won’t be this kind!”

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do whatever you want, just not this,” Dazai begged.

“And back to begging, how interesting, I never thought these old habits would return.”

Back when Chuuya and Dazai first dated, they had established a constant dom/sub relationship that was still going. They had also established that there would be disciplinary methods used and Dazai not used to it had tried to evade strikes and begged. They worked before Chuuya made sure to punish him more if this happened, so he eventually grew out of them.

After some thought, Chuuya stood up with Dazai still lying on the floor in pain and leaned down to grab him by the hair.

“If you go back to these old habits, the punishments will double from what it was then. You got it?”

Dazai nodded before getting up and waiting for Chuuya to sit back down. Chuuya instead of immediately sitting, took his belt off and placed it to the side, and then sat down, his legs perfectly horizontal to have Dazai lay there.

Dazai gracefully as he could lay there scared of what Chuuya was going to do to him as punishment for returning to his old bad habits. He didn’t even properly finish the thought, before he felt Chuuya’s hand hitting him over and over again, making Dazai believe there were going to be welts left behind.

“Osamu! Stop wriggling or else I’ll have to resort to more ways to make sure you behave.”

Dazai hadn’t even noticed he had been wiggling, but he tried to stop unsuccessfully.

“Not stopping? Well until the end of the day, you have to call me sir when addressing me,” Chuuya commanded.

Dazai had expected this, and knew it wasn’t as bad as he had thought until he heard it…

Chuuya lifted the implement, before hurtling it down towards Dazai’s already red and bruised ass. As it landed, it gave a resounding smack and made Dazai grunt lightly, before the next smack of the belt landed.

“Count out loud for me each time you get hit, and don’t lose count, only I know how many you are getting,” Chuuya demanded.

Dazai nodded before Chuuya’s first smack hit.

“One, sir.”

The next came, just as hard as the first.

“Two, sir,” Dazai counted.

This continued until Dazai counted up to 25 hits before Chuuya put the belt off to the side and started rubbing Dazai’s ass.

“Alright Dazai, you’ve been such a good boy today. We’ll have to retrain the bad habits out, but you’ve been amazing,” Chuuya said to Dazai giving a gentle smile. “I’ll quickly grab the aloe, you can just rest here.”

Dazai whined, before letting Chuuya go to take care of him.

When Chuuya finally came back, Dazai quickly yelled out, trying to get his attention.

“Chibi! You’re going to do all the work tomorrow, I can’t sit in a chair or upright!”

“I know, I prepared for this before any of your punishment had taken place,” Chuuya laughed. “You know you still have to call me ‘sir’ right? It’s until the end of the day, don’t you forget.”

Chapter Text

The softness of the blanket was the first thing Dazai awoke to, before smelling the lovely scent of scrambled eggs. Stretching, he realised that he had fallen asleep on the couch the night before when watching a movie with Sigma.

“Sigma! Carry me to the table, I can’t walk, too tired still.”

“No, why would I? I’m not strong like Chuuya,” Sigma responded walking over to the couch.

Dazai was then reminded of Chuuya, his other partner, who was currently on a mission out of the country.

“Oh… Right.”

“Oh, are you missing Chuuya? What can I do to help you?” Sigma asked carefully standing beside Dazai who was still lying on the couch.

Dazai looked at Sigma thinking before pretending to think more just to tease Sigma.

“Crab,” Dazai finally said.

Sigma acknowledged this by nodding and then headed back to the kitchen to heat up the tinned crab Chuuya bought prior to knowing this might happen. Sigma also made a mental note to thank Chuuya for knowing this was going to happen since Dazai wouldn’t have let Sigma out to get it if it were just them.

When Sigma left, Dazai curled into a small ball thinking about Chuuya and how much he missed his husband. He knew Chuuya went on this mission because he needed to, but still wanted to smack him when he returned as it was his fault he was sad.

When Sigma returned with the crab, Dazai had begun sniffling thinking about Chuuya and had some small tears roll down his face in his little curled ball.

“Hey, Osamu dear? Are you ok and do you still want to eat the crab or should we wait until later?” Sigma asked gently not wanting to make Dazai more sad than he already was.

“Sigma! I want the crab, but can you feed me?” Dazai asked quite cutely hoping Sigma wouldn’t make himself feed himself.

Sigma couldn’t help himself falling for Dazai’s little trick, so he grabbed the spoon and gingerly got some of the crab and fed it to Dazai. After getting each spoonful of crab, he blew on it just in case it was hot for Dazai not wanting him to hurt himself.

Dazai at first didn’t eat much at a time saying he wouldn’t eat much anyway, but Chuuya had warned Sigma that Dazai doesn’t want to eat, but he has to otherwise he will starve. Sigma noted this and now he understood why Chuuya even told this to him, as Dazai was only eating a little bit of the crab.

“C’mon dear, please eat some more?” Sigma softly begged.

Dazai shook his head and began eating again at the same rate as before.

“Please? Just eat one more spoonful, and then you can eat the amount as before.”

Dazai finally nodded and took a big bite to engulf the entire spoon with his mouth before chewing and swallowing it.

“Good boy,” Sigma said almost absent-mindedly. “Do you want any more?”

Dazai nodded and opened his mouth widely to accept more crab, this time not trying to turn away when a bigger chunk of crab was on the spoon. As he took the bite, he noticed Sigma didn’t give any praise, so he pouted and turned away back into his little ball facing the other side. Sigma of course noticed this but didn’t try to piece it together thinking he wasn’t smart enough.

“Osamu, why aren’t you eating anymore, you were doing such a good job.”

Dazai didn’t answer, instead, he curled into his ball more, this time enough to obscure his face with part of his legs and hair.

“Won’t you be a good boy and eat some more?”

This time, Dazai nodded and slowly unfurled himself to Sigma’s surprise.

He continued to feed Dazai, waiting patiently each time he was chewing or when he just simply decided to not eat. Each time after Dazai had more crab, Sigma would try to compliment him by saying ‘good boy’, ‘good work’ or ‘I’m so proud of you’ eliciting more reaction and causing him to eat more.

When the can of crab had been completely finished, Sigma helped Dazai off the couch and got him washed up so he could do whatever he wanted for the rest of the day. But as Sigma went off to the kitchen again, Dazai pulled him back and stared at him, thinking of what to say.

“Sigma, could we have sex? I kinda feel really horny because of all that praise…” Dazai asked nervously.

Sigma of course agreed, and they ventured off to their shared bedroom.

“Hey Osamu, do you want to just lay there today? I have a few ideas for what I could do without it being full-on sex.”

Dazai, of course, agreed, as who would say no to their lovely partner?

Sigma grabbed Dazai, pushing him onto their bed and began to strip off his shirt and pants leaving him in only his boxers and his layer of bandages. A careful tug from Sigma on his bandages gave a question of whether he could take them off or not, and Dazai began undoing them but got quickly stopped as Sigma continued.

When all the bandages around Dazai’s torso were finally off, Sigma quickly kissed each scar, and instead of reminding Dazai of his Mafia days or when he tried to kill himself, it was Sigma and Chuuya. The both of them gave him comfort especially when he was at a low time, when he needed the most help, and he gave the the help back when either of them needed it.

“Can I do more?” Sigma asked not wanting to do anything Dazai didn’t want.

“Sure, you already know all my limits, so don’t worry,” Dazai comforted.

“You have a fantastic body, you know that?”

Dazai flushed at Sigma’s words as even after years of being married to Chuuya, he still wasn’t used to being complimented, he thought not believing it could be anything else.

Sigma’s hand slid up Dazai’s chest stopping right under his nipples, before sliding up and down them creating enough friction to give pleasure.

“So good for me aren’t you, darling?” Sigma kept complimenting. “You’re so amazing!”

Dazai’s arousal grew, but he knew that Sigma didn’t want to do anything purely sexual, so he kept grinding himself against Sigma.

Sigma stopped and used his fingers to rub around his nipples, before giving them a quick squeeze, leading to Dazai giving out a soft moan.

“Let’s finish this here, I still need to make our lunch,” Sigma said. “We can continue later when I have nothing else. Is that ok?”

Dazai nodded before Sigma turned and left.

When Sigma got to the kitchen table, he grabbed his phone to text Chuuya a quick thank you and let him know that Dazai had a praise kink. They both loved bullying Dazai in bed, so Sigma thought it would be appropriate for them to use Dazai’s praise kink against him.

Chapter Text

On Fukuzawa’s rare days off, he would often arrange moribana or do photography, these hobbies were ones that he hoped Dazai, nor Ranpo wouldn’t ever imagine. To think more about it, he felt it was slightly embarrassing to have these hobbies, considering his current and previous jobs all didn’t have any of this peace.

Photography at first didn’t seem to have many benefits, but the idea of having free choice over what someone could do was the thing that drew Yukichi Fukuzawa to it. The simplicity of walking around and taking pictures with his camera was easy, and the lasting images of nature was an extra positive.

That day, Fukuzawa chose to do some photography, as the spring had just hit, and the flowers were finally blooming after an especially cold winter. This year, the wisteria had begun to bloom earlier than expected, so Fukuzawa knew he had to get pictures before they withered away. He headed to the flower fields to take these pictures.

The wisteria blooming was a different colour compared to the usual purple, this time, it was pure white. Fukuzawa knelt down a fair distance away from the flowers changing lenses slowly to make sure the view of the flowers was clear. After taking some breathtaking photos, he moved on to taking some new pictures of hydrangeas, taking the smallest details and adding to them.

After a few more hours of azaleas, chrysanthemums, camellias, irises, and peonies, Fukuzawa had become exhausted, so he packed his things up and headed back to his apartment.

Having been so exhausted from taking astounding photographs, Fukuzawa had wanted to grab his futon out and sleep, but couldn’t. He knew if he rested, he would not have any more time to edit the photos, as there was an important assignment from the government coming up.

He grabbed his old laptop out and uploaded all the photos he took into it, to give small touch-ups to those that don’t look aesthetically pleasing. He continued with all the photos to try and make them seem as perfect as possible.

Suddenly, a knock appeared at the door, but Fukuzawa determined that it would not be important as he would’ve been notified of anything important. A secondary knock appeared afterwards, but Fukuzawa was so fully engrossed in his editing to have noticed it. A third knock sounded before the door was opened.

“Fukichi, I’ve missed you, it’s been months since anything happened,” a tall darkly dressed figure remarked.

“Ougai, why have you come to my house?” Fukuzawa demanded.

“Fukuzawa-dono, I've simply come to visit you, is that so wrong?”

“Pardon? You've never come to visit me before, so why start now unless you want something.”

Mori was stunned by how fast Fukuzawa it out, as they hadn't spoken for a while.

“Well?” Fukuzawa prompted. “What is it that you need.”

“Oh, uh, nothing I just wanted to visit you,” Mori said unconvincing.

“Are you sure, because you would never come to my house unannounced if there wasn't a reason,” Fukuzawa calmly pointed out.

“Fine, you caught me, I only came here because I missed you,” Mori admitted.

Fukuzawa nodded and went back to his photo editing without a reply. Mori sat there watching until he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“Could you do a photo shoot with me as the subject?”

“Uhh… Sure, but what type would you want? There’s a lot.”

“What are the options?”

“There’s fashion, which you model clothes, portrait, that’s the type you think of when photography is mentioned. These are the more basic ones.”

“Let’s do the normal type… Also, thanks for sticking to the basic ones, since I would have no idea what to do otherwise.”

“Sure, let’s get into the shoot.”

Fukuzawa led Mori into a small room with many props.

“Grab any props you may want to use, we’ll be heading outside into the garden where there’s a lot of plants and good backdrops.”

Mori nodded before approaching the large table with many types of props including some less than kid-friendly ones. Mori brushed it off as a client prior had requested them or maybe even gave them to him as a gift for the photoshoot.

After looking at the props more times, Mori grabbed a fan, a book and 2 differently coloured juggling balls. Fukuzawa thought that would’ve been all, so he turned and began walking, taking Mori to the small garden. Mori took the opportunity of Fukuzawa having his back turned, and slipped a small vibe into his coat’s pocket.

As they arrived in the garden, Mori’s eyes widened, since he believed the garden would be small, but in reality, it was ginormous.

“Look around for some things you want to pose with, and just be natural although I may need to move you slightly for better angles and lighting.”

Mori awkwardly used the fan to strike a pose but blocked his face since he couldn’t handle the fan as well as Kouyou or Fukuzawa.

“You look a bit awkward, could I slightly adjust your positioning?” Fukuzawa asked politely.

Mori nodded, allowing Fukuzawa to change his hand positioning as well as his legs, since he looked unbalanced.

“Oh, the way your hands feel on me is so amazing.”

“We will not be starting this now, so calm down or else I shall have to end this shoot early,” Fukuzawa threatened.
Mori stayed quiet, not wanting any of his future chances to be missed as the shoot ended too early. As he finally got posed, Fukuzawa took a few steps back and took some shots.

“Anything else here like a new pose or prop?” Fukuzawa queried.

“No, I find this garden to be large enough for there to be enough unique shots without needing to change pose or prop at each spot.”

Next Mori moved to the newly bloomed tiger lilies and grabbed the book from the small pile of items to pose with. Fukuzawa then moved closer, but this time Mori stared into his eyes and smirked as though he had an incredible idea.

“This garden is your private garden right?”

“Indeed, why do you ask?”

“There’s a little something I want you to do is all.”

Fukuzawa raised an eyebrow and waited although already knowing what he’ll say next.

“I want you to take me here in this garden,” Mori announced boldly.

“No, I do not wish for this, not here at least. Let’s continue with the photo shoot.”

Even though Mori felt more dejected, he still knew of other ways to perhaps convince Fukuzawa to have sex with him that wouldn’t cross Fukuzawa’s boundaries.

“Yes, we should, but I’m already leaking for you,” Mori stated.

“Continuing…” Fukuzawa pushed.

They continued the photoshoot moving to each part of the garden, until Mori stunned Fukuzawa by pulling out the small vibe he had in his sleeve.

“Do you think we can use this in our photoshoot?” Mori questioned.

“Where did you get that?”

“On the table, just like everything else.”

“It shouldn’t have been, now put it away.”

“It was fate, it’s telling you to put the camera away and just fuck me.”

Fukuzawa walked back inside carrying his camera, before coming back out a few minutes later no longer carrying it.

“Go back to your home, I will not be doing this today. Wait until tomorrow, unless you’re ultra needy, which can be dealt with this evening.”