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" Kneel. " The command was absolute, and so was the soft touch against his forehead.

The weretiger, the beast , it dropped. Down to his knees, down to the ground, body listening to the command, the strength of the tiger disappearing and leaving behind Atsushi.

Atsushi.

Sweet little Atsushi. The pathetic orphan boy that he rescued from hunger, from the cruelty of this world. 

Only to push him into the deepest parts of hell itself. 

"Dazai san?" The boy squicked, after a beat of silence, looking up at his superior, eyes of purple and yellow looking up at the honey brown ones.

His heart…..it felt…odd. Like it was about to climb out of his goddamn chest.

The touch against his head still didn't waver, didn't let off, remained in place, so he considered the order to be in place as well. 

Atsushi, sweet little Atsushi, following commands like a puppy. Instead of scratching him like the cat that he is.

It was pretty dumb of him, to give that control to a suicidal maniac.

"You've lost control again, At-su-shi-kuun!" Dazai cheerily said, his expression more terrifying than that of the headmaster, scratch that, satan himself .

"Uh…I…sorry about that. I just," Before he could have murmured an excuse, he bit his tongue. "I messed up, Dazai-san." The truth was harsh, but the proud look on Dazai's face was worth the ache.

"I'm aware. But, oh well! It's not like you could've mastered the man-eating-tiger in such a short amount of time." The suicidal mafia member chirped, well, ex mafia member, almost like he was happy that Atsushi was there, looking more down than ever. "Luckily, your saviour is there for you." The man posed, cringely, his usual demeanour so odd to Atsushi even after all this time.

He knew his superior wanted him and Akutagawa to be a team, to work together, but…they could only do that once in a situation where they had to , even then, it was hard for the both of them to look at each other without wanting to rip one another's throat out.

So, since then, Dazai has been backing Atsushi up and helping him with any and every important task, with the duo getting paired up pretty often.

And dare Atsushi say that he…. enjoyed the company of this insane motherfucker. 

The thing is, Dazai was….a different kind of person under his persona. Not a sweet, caring man. Not a gentle teacher. 

Not even a good friend. 

He…he was worse than the devil himself. Getting to watch Dazai closely, he's noticed things. The darkness surrounding the man. The undeniable sense of overwhelming power that he emitted, the great, no, absolute control that Dazai had over him, it was a mystery. Everything about the man was that way.

The dark look in his eyes right now was no different. Mysterious. Peaking his curiosity once more.

"Get up, our mission isn't over yet." His tone was darker than his eyes, as he spoke, something about that tone, about that pitch, it made Atsushi feel drowsy. "I don't want Kunikida kun to beat me again!" His mentor cried, twirling his body around again, back to his usual persona in the blink of an eye.

Well….. almost back to his persona. That dark aura remained.

Dazai's eyes scanned the boy's face, scanned his body language, easily figuring his thoughts out, knowing little sign escaping him.

No doubt his little weretiger was stuck in his head. 

He, too, is very much stuck in his head right now. With thoughts that he wished he could blow out of his skull with a nine millimetre bullet. 

He thought of purple melted sunset eyes, wide in fear and possibly terror, thought of his little tiger with a leash on, thought of the boy on his knees, light tremors, visible shakes, soft tears running down his face. He thought, and he craved.

See, Dazai, he wouldn't call himself a masochist. Pain hurts. But….watching others in pain, watching innocence and life fade out of usually fierce eyes….well. He wouldn't be exactly…opposed to that.

What's more, recently, he's found himself very… fond of his subordinate. Very, very , fond of the way that the tiger looked up at him, as if Dazai's will was absolute. 

"Dazai-san?" His tiger shakily got out, behind him. "Hmm?" The suicidal maniac turned to his subordinate, cheerily, like he wasn't just thinking about chaining the boy up in a dark, moist basement, erasing whatever trauma he had and painting him in far worse colors than that orphanage ever could've. 

Careful sunset eyes followed the older man as they walked.

Dazai was….well… extremely attractive, in an unhinged way. From dark messy locks of hair, to the lanky bandaged body, everything about him screamed special.

And Atusshi isn't ashamed to admit he's looked at his superior in a certain way for some time now.

He could guess that anyone would, after getting saved from starving to death, after being given freedom over his own body and mind, after being given control over his life.

This insane man, a man that was as unhinged as the orphanage's doors, well, that man was someone Atsushi could rely on. The only one he wanted to rely on. 

A person he admired, a person he was scared of, a person he was worried about, a person who he wanted to protect, to obey, to show that he is worth a damn.

That person was aimlessly walking in front of him.

"You, uh, seemed distracted." The boy mumbled, scratching the back of his head as they continued the walk to the rented apartment that Kunikida so kindly got for their mission. They were currently undercover, trying to catch a new beast, one that has complete control yet chose the dark side. 

"Of course I am." The man happily hummed, eyes glinting. "I was thinking of the new ways to suicide book! It has such amazing double-suicide ideas! I need to find a beautiful lady to try those out with me." He purred, twirling as they walked, seeing that kind of huh look thrown at him again, one of what was I expecting mixed in with oh god I shouldn't have said anything looks.

It was so, so unbelievably entertaining to watch the boy, he noticed. 

Watch him fight, watch him win, watch him lose, watch him bleed , watch him shiver in pain, watch him curl up in a ball and sob, and that's enough of that.

He was so tired, so pent up, and Dazai wasn't a patient man. He wasn't a good man either.

One of the first times he's ever thought of tying another man down and making him wish he never met him. And towards a young, innocent soul too. Is it a curse of the mafia, perhaps? Wanting to torture children that way?

But…then again.

Another glance at that thin, lithe body. Glance at the pale, healed skin that he wished to purple up a bit. 

Atsushi was no child. He was eighteen, sure, that's pretty young, but he looked more mature than the people his age. 

And yeah, that might sound even creepier, like the men that tell a twelve year old that they're mature for their age just so that they can build up trust and take advantage, but Dazai was never a man to deny something that was true about him. Unless it was to piss off Kunikida of course.

So, he wasn't here to take advantage. The tiger might be dumb enough to trust him but he's nowhere near naive nor was he close to being anything but a young adult. 

But, he truly didn't want to tear up this boy, young man, whatever you wish to refer to him.

Because if he allowed himself a taste, he'd devour him whole.

With the obedience already shown before, boy, could they have fun. Well, he'd be having fun.

Fun that ended in blood, in mind break, in a sadistic laugh or two, in nothing more than the boy becoming a glorified doll.

Before Dazai could even blink, they were back at the apartment, a very clean image of Atsushi appearing from the bathroom, wearing his fucking button up shirt. 

Ah, what a sight.

Truly, how could one not wish to eat up the dessert once it presented itself before them this way.

"My clothes are torn. Again . And I forgot to pack extra. I'll go buy something tomorrow but I'm too cold to sleep without at least a shirt." The boy said, embarrassed and flustered.

It truly wasn't good, for Atsushi, to be this cute.

Oh how he wished he could pull the boy down by his oversized white button up, make him kneel in front, before burying a hand in those white, silver shining locks, pull him down, shove his cock inside those plush lips and make him choke .

Atsushi, he seemed like he'd be eager to please. Even the slightest compliment makes the boy flush, the slightest praise makes the weretiger crawl back for more, so of course he'd be eager to please.

Even as Dazai would fuck his throat, abuse his mouth, he would probably be sucking in earnest, trying not to choke, looking up with tearful eyes, only for Dazai to pull out and slap his red, puffed cheeks, with his hard dick.

Ah , the sight that would be.

It was odd, odd that Dazai would think of Atsushi in that way of all people. He knew Chuuya would be just as good, if not better, due to experience. And hell, if he was into young obedient guys, Akutagawa was far better than Atsushi.

Yet his eyes remained entranced by the purple skies laced with gold.  

If the boy continued to look at him with such obedience, with such…such need to obey ….well.

Atsushi might be fucked. Quite literally. 

"Is something wrong, Dazai-san? You've been acting weird ever since we came back." The weretiger spoke up softly, worried ombre eyes staring at him. You're the one you should be worried about.

"Hey….Atsushi-kun?" Those lips opened, but before the boy could speak, a smirk appeared on Dazai's maniacal face.

" Kneel. "

And with that, the boy fell. And the beast, well the beast purred.

"Hahahah!" Dazai's laugh rang out against the walls, with the said man wiping a tear away from his eye dramatically. "You really are like a puppy!" Atsushi's face reddened, those cute cheeks lighting up on fire again, but he didn't stand up. Such obedience.

God what was he to do with this perfect toy?

"Atsushi-kun, you are way too obedient, you know." The man spoke, crossing his legs and leaning closer, face to face, eyes connected to the ones staring up at him. "I…" The tiger spoke, his voice trailing off into nothingness, looking fucked out before Dazai even had his wicked way with him.

It was so unfair. The way that the world gave him this doll and expected him not to ruin it.

His bandaged hand reached out, grip tight against the soft locks. 

"What are you doing, Dazai-san?" The boy cautiously asked, worried look flashing over his face.

"There once was a cruel man." Dazai said instead. "A cruel man who liked to watch people bleed, dragged souls to meet Lucifer himself." He twisted his hold again, getting a soft gasp in turn. "A man that killed countless times, a man whose only pleasure is others' pain." Those eyes were staring right back at his own, unwavering. "That man is right before you. I'm not the kind of person you should give power to." His tone darkened, eyes glancing down, awaiting an answer. 

" I trust you ."

And that sentence broke the last chain that Dazai had the patience to put up with. 

Before either of them knew it, Atsushi's head was snapped back and Dazai's free hand was around his neck.

" I could rip out your throat right now. "

" But you won't. " And the boy was right. He won't.

Where's the fun in that?

So, instead, he pulled Atsushi closer, lips on lips, getting a sweet little sound in turn, and the perfect opening for him to bite down on Atsushi's lip, let a metallic taste fill both of their mouths.

His tongue lapped it up, desperate almost, like a thirsty man in a desert, finally finding a source of water.

And Atsushi took it. He didn't try to back away, to fight it, he just… took it.

Was the boy sent by the heavens to him? Sent to quench his thirst, to calm the demon down?

Or was he the gift from pits of hell for him to finally get his frustrations out on?

He grinned against the bloody lips.

Either way, he'd accept this gift with open arms.

" Dazai, san," The boy panted out, breath ragged and heartbeat so loud that Dazai couldn't help but think how funny it'd be if he gave the younger cardiac arrest by simply kissing him.

There was blood running down Atsushi's chin, lip torn open by Dazai's teeth, his eyes glossed over like he was drunk.

"Tell me, Atsushi-kun….have you ever done something similar to this?" The man smiled, licking his bottom lip to get more of the boy's blood into his system. It was addictive.

"No." 

Ah. Now, what can Dazai do, but ruin this perfect little puppy for everyone else?

"Hey, Atsushi-kun, tell me, tell me!" The man giggled, knocking their foreheads against one another. "If I told you I wanted to ruin you, would you let me?" 

There is a split moment. A moment of silence. A moment of hesitation.

A moment of Atsushi actually thinking.

And if the boy was smart, he would say no.

If the boy wanted to remain his own person, he should push Dazai back and act like this never even happened.

But, he knew.

He already knew that the web he unknowingly casted has caught a little fly in it.

"Yes."

And then, there was no sanity left. 

No thoughts, no silence, no clarity, just pure, brutal, primal instinct. 

One of the predator and of the willing prey.

As Dazai pushed Atsushi back against the floor, the boy fell and pulled him down with him, legs spread wide open, the suicidal maniac fitting between them like a missing puzzle piece. 

And fuck if Dazai wasn't losing it. Completely letting go of his thirst after all this time was…hard, in a way. Especially because he did not want to accidentally murder the little tiger before him. 

But the boy was so far gone, looking up at him like he was the fucking sun , blinding yet addicting, searching for his eyes, for him , reaching out and clutching him closer, it was impossible not to dive right in.

And like he's said, he's not a good person.

And so, Dazai indulged.

He bit upon the fragile pale skin, watched blood drip from his bite, down onto the floor from Atshushi's throat, watched Atsushi's chest go up and down with each breath, felt alive for the first time in a while now as he gripped that same throat and watched Atsushi struggling to breathe, let alone speak.

A hand came atop his own, but instead of pushing away, it pulled him closer, begged to make the grip tighter as tears gathered in the sunset eyes, as the purple melted into the gold, as Atsushi's irises became blown, as the boy struggled to even keep his consciousness, let alone pride.

"Dazai," A simple whisper, hoarse, weak, small .

And it made him slightly release the tension from his hand, allowing Atsushi to gulp down air greedily, hands falling down from Dazai's shoulder and hand, onto the cold floor.

"I'm going to tear you apart." And this was no throat, just an explanation as to what was to happen.

Yet, the boy didn't seem to be afraid. Instead, he reached out and pulled Dazai down again, kissing him, well, trying to , trying to copy his movements from earlier.

Yet, it was clear as day, even with his efforts, that he had no idea what he was doing. It was so tempting to take complete control, shove his tongue down that sweet mouth, bite down on Atsushi's own tongue and feel the metallic taste overcome his senses, but he held back, nails instead digging into bare skin.

When they pulled back, both were panting. The boy from the overwhelming experiences and Dazai from holding back.

"Dazai-san." His name in that broken tone, his name called out so desperately, like the boy needed this more than Dazai needed it, it was…addicting.

"I hope you know, I don't plan on stopping, Atsushi-kun." The man purred out, looking down upon the prey he caught.

"And I don't plan on letting you stop."

Such a cheeky little thing, finally showing his claws.

Before Atsushi had a clue on what was happening, he was hoisted up by the older of the two, held by one singular bandaged arm, legs locking around Dazai's waist and hands hugging him closer on pure autopilot as the suicidal detective began heading to the giant bed in the corner, throwing the boy down like a sack of potatoes and then dropping on top.

"You're going to regret this soon, Atsushi." The man purred, leaning down again against that pale throat and reopening the closing wound he made.

Fuck the noise he was rewarded with was just….so tempting.

"Dazai-san," The man under him called back, like he needed it.

"Dazai-san, Dazai-San," He let out time and time again, with each new spot that Dazai bit, with each new wound, hands only holding on harder, trying to keep Dazai there, trying to make Dazai devour him.

And Dazai, well, he was always one of those people who believed a fine meal should not be wasted.

So, he devoured. He bit again, harder, licked up the blood and ran his teeth against Atsushi's pulse, feeling the heart thummer in a maddening rhythm, the drums getting faster and faster until he was actually worried of the possibility that Atsushi might get a heart attack.

But actually looking at the boy, he realized two things. One, Atsushi would happily die in the moment. And two, Atsushi was gone.

Left behind was a trembling body, parted lips, sweat that ran smoothly down his forehead, a boy who seemed fucked out, in post orgasmic bliss even though they barely got started, a boy who already gave himself up to the wolf long before crying out for him.

Maybe saving this boy from death was cruel, just as cruel as the boy saving him from his attempt was, cruel because Dazai was worse than anything God, or even Satan himself, could offer.

Yet here the poor, poor thing was, staring up at him as if he were a saviour. As he stared into those adoring eyes, he felt almost taken aback by the soft touch against his head, before he felt fingers lock in his hair.

"I can't promise you that you'll walk out of this with all limbs attached, At-su-shi-kun!" He knew he shouldn't threaten the young tiger, he shouldn't be doing this in the first place, but moral dilemmas are not something he wants to deal with at the moment, so instead of letting his brain go on and on about right and wrong, he would instead just look at the boy below him, let the man's breath warm his cold body up.

"Dazai-san." The dumb boy managed, eyes clouded, misty, misty with something that Osamu recognised, resonated with but on the totally opposite side of the scale.

"Don't tell me you're a masochist, Atsushi." He all but chuckled, face dead serious. If this kid was as into pain as him, he might really not walk out of this alive.

The problem in Dazai's life was the fact that he didn't know when to stop, didn't know how to, didn't understand the human body enough to know how to treat someone gently, how to make sure that the other person wasn't about to die. So, if he met someone as insane as him, had them under his body, withering in pain and pleasure, he might really lose it.

"Please," Those sunset eyes begged, tears welling up inside of them again, thin fingers digging into his back, slightly scratching down, begging him to dive back into this deep, deep madness.

And again, he never liked wasting food.

Against his better judgement, as usual, he kissed the boy, bit his lips and tongue, lapped at the blood as his bandaged arms impatiently went down to the exposed thigh, threw one frail leg over his shoulder and pulled back from the lips only to trail kisses down his throat, teeth grazing the pale boy's Adam's apple, going down, down, until his own white button up restricted him from doing so.

He didn't want to take it off since fucking someone in his own clothes seemed hot as fuck , mind you, but he still huffed in annoyance as he instead headed down below the belt, to the milky thighs and began to bite and suck hickeys into the unexplored inner section. 

"No underwear? Really, Atsushi-kun, were you hoping for this? Hoping I'd break you?" Brown eyes looked up to the golden purple, getting an embarrassed flush but nothing else as the answer.

That was enough of an answer to send shivers down his spine.

Fuck .

"God I will break you." And he wasn't kidding. As he went up a bit, to the boy's hip, began biting the skin there too, leaving his mark everywhere, letting everyone , including Atsushi himself, know that this was his property, he felt the dark haze begin to rise, his tongue going down the toned hip bone and down to the red leaking dick, as he pulled his shirt up enough to see it, running his tongue over it.

Not the best taste, but the sound he got out of Atsushi was so worth it.

" Ah, " So soft, so fucking whiny, so unbelievably hot to the point where the boy put all the people he slept with to shame. If he was this sexy just by getting it licked then….

Dazai downed the whole member, allowed it to knock against the back of his throat and relished in the loud scream of his name, in the way those frail fingers clutched his hair, pulled on it and tried to keep him there.

He looked up and, holy shit , the sight was breathtaking.

Ombre eyes closed tightly, white hair a mess, pale face flushed, tear streaks down the red cheeks, Adam's apple bobbing as Atsushi buried his head in the pillow.

" Osamu! " And that, that made him chuckle.

His teeth began grazing the member, bringing back the danger, making those wet eyes come open in shock and look down at him, but instead of fear, there was only lust.

And this kid, well, he might be the death of Dazai. Or maybe even the death of himself.

Either way, one of them will get hurt in more ways than one.

He sucked on the dick in his mouth, even bit the boy, yet all Atsushi could do was lay there and take it, beg for more, wither against the sheets, hands going from Dazai's hair to the pillows, gripping the fabric under them, knuckles white with effort as the ombre eyes stared down.

" I can't, Dazai-san, I can't, I'm going to," The boy began, crying and shaking in the effort of holding back.

Was he trying to hold back?

God.

He was so fucking cute.

The brunette popped off of the younger and licked his precum covered lips, before speaking.

"Go ahead."

And with that, he went in again, pinching the boy's balls as he sucked Atsushi off, tongue circling the tip and a light hum coming out of his stretched lips as he tucked a strand of his hair behind his ears, hearing the harmony of moans above him, swirling his tongue and going up and down the length.

As he looked up, it was in the most perfect of times.

Atsushi looked wrecked when he orgasmed.

His eyes rolled back, lips opened in a silent scream, body convulsed and his very soul looked like it was leaving his body.

The liquid in his mouth wasn't too bad either, maybe a bit too salty for his taste, but oh well, when he leaned up and kissed the boy, made him taste himself, well that was more than worth swallowing.

Once they've pulled back, Atsushi's bloody thighs were still shaking, the muscles retracting and tightening, chest rising up and down with each and every breath he took, the dumb look still present on his face.

"Atsushi-kun? Are you still with me?" The man asked him, making him nod dumbly and hum as he leaned into the hand that came on his cheek.

He felt like he could almost purr as he continued to pet himself against the bandaged hand, floating in his own world.

It was odd, the headspace where Atsushi was currently in. It felt dangerous, like he was falling off the cliff with nobody to catch him, it felt like drowning, in a way. Dazai was the deep, deep ocean and he but a creature helpless to the depth.

"Feels good," His hoarse tone came out, hard to even recognise even to him. Those long fingers went down his body again, a smirk overcoming the unhinged man as the boy looked up at him, drunk off of the image above.

Before he could ask what was going on, he felt a finger, dry and harsh, go inside of him. 

That's when his little blissful feeling turned into one of overstimulation and uncomfortableness.

"You're doing so well for me, Atsushi-kun." Dazai's voice whispered against his ear, lips trailing his earlobe and munching down on it, making the feeling disappear, a need to please overwhelming his senses instead.

And God , he felt like he was melting as the finger finally moved inside of his unexplored crevices, his muscles still spasming from the previous orgasm even as his dick came back to life.

His body laid pilantly, taking whatever the man gave him with compliance, enjoying the feeling once more, arching his back and assisting Dazai as much as he could, eyes following brown ones, trying to figure out the game that they were currently playing, yet thoughts struggling to exist as he got dragged below the earth's surface.

He was on cloud nine though, even though the second finger that joined his twitching insides began to probe as well, he couldn't help but let his eyes unfocus, let himself be taken by Dazai, sure to get swiped on the shore the next day with embarrassment and yet a growing feeling in his stomach that he was deathly afraid of.

Getting taken apart by Dazai felt as good as the light summer breeze, letting Dazai take lead and control, laying there and letting yourself float was better than salvation, it was everything even as his world shattered and body got bruised, he felt proud of the wounds, felt like they were trophies , as if they were a protection charm, an ownership .

Weirdly enough, the beast inside of him felt like it wanted to be owned. And he too could not deny that his throat craved the hand around it, how his body needed this, needed the rough touch and the painful bites, to be reminded that he could bleed, that he was still a human.

It also felt good . The sting of the bites and scratches, the way they made his muscles tense, it all felt…. amazing .

Dazai's eyes darkened again, staring down at the boy who was grinding down on his fingers, a hand over his own lips, trying to keep the unholy sounds from Dazai's ears.

"Hands off." The brunette murmured, softly, yet the command was immediately taken into account, the fingers coming around him instead, hugging his waist as the boy buried his face into Dazai's chest, letting him feel the gasps instead, the smell of artificial tangerines filling his senses as the white locks of hair tickled his skin.

Oddly enough, he didn't mind the soft breaths nor the slight pain from the nails inside his back as he continued to work the little tiger open, two fingers turning into three and finding that spot that brought a moan to the surface.

" Ah!" This time, the sound was intoxicating, like a hundred year old wine, like the finest whiskey in the world, it was almost as tempting as throwing himself off a building, almost as rewarding as crushing someone's bones, and that was terrifying to the ex-mafia member.

See, Dazai doesn't like just how perfect his little toy is for him, it makes him feel scared of what he'll do to keep this doll. Will he put it in his collection, in a glass cage, only to look at and never to even touch others? He wanted to brand this boy, wanted to carve his name into the younger man's back with a razor, to leash him and keep him on all fours, to have him by his side at all times.

Really, Atsushi better be prepared for what he awakened.

As Dazai pulled his fingers out, he shoved the boy back against the mattress, grabbing his leg and dragging it to his shoulder again, before the sound of his own zipper rang against the walls, the room filled with a deadly silence.

"This is your last chance. Are you going to let me ruin you?" The man asked, not sure if he could stop even if he wanted to later on.

" Yes. " 

This time, there was no hesitation. Not even a second thought. And so, this time, Dazai would not only chew his toy. He would break him. 

" Dazai! " Those lips screamed, as he lost himself in the feeling of the other's heat, shoved himself inside without a care in the world, watched tears drip down the gorgeous face and grinned as blunt nails dragged across his back. Those were some scars he wouldn't mind bearing.

"Osamu. Say it. Say my first name." The man mumbled against his current partner's neck, kissing down on it gently, feeling blood drip down from the boy's insides. 

So cruel of him, to be Atsushi's first.

" Osamu ," 

But as he looked at the teary eyed boy, he knew that Atsushi was enjoying this too, hell even more than him, because his lips were opened in a gasp, his hands weren't pushing Dazai away, they were pulling him in , and for fucks sake the kid's dick was leaking between them.

Just how rough could he be with Atsushi before the boy would break?

" So good, Osamu-san, so good," Atsushi sobbed frantically as he felt the dick inside of him move, as he felt the man on top kiss his throat, soft lips tracing his skin, every exposed bit of him.

He also felt fingers trace across his inner thighs as the man began fucking him, pulling out and slamming back inside, causing him to whimper and moan, cry and beg for more, melt into the sheets as the man continually pushed his every button, clutched his leg and went deeper inside, pressing each spot as he did so, imprinting his shape inside of Atsushi .

"Atsushi-kun, you, fuck," Dazai growled, whatever he was going to say lost on his tongue as he carelessly thrusted inside, feeling the tightness around his dick flutter, feeling Atsushi pull him closer, and before he knew it the boy was kissing him desperatly, grinding back into it and sobbing into his mouth.

The kiss itself was wet and rough, with both of them not getting enough, but with the stimulation almost too much .

It was embarrassing, really. He was with a virgin yet he felt like he might cum first.

Atsushi was tight and warm on the inside and wet by blood, his insides were twitching and his body was unconsciously fucking itself down on his cock, trying to take him deeper, shaking and trembling as it took the abuse and the pleasure that came with it.

The boy was lost, clearly unable to speak, only a wrecked combination of ' Dazai' , 'Osamu', and ' please !' coming out of the bitten red lips, desperate sunset eyes welling up with tears time and time again.

And yet, Atsushi pleaded for nothing but more.

More of the rough treatment, more of the harsh thrusts, more of the bloody bites, more of Dazai, just more, more and more so much so that he overflowed.

And Dazai, well, he gave it to the trembling boy. He gave him everything he had.

The hand that wasn't holding Atsushi's waist came up to the boy's throat instead, putting pressure on his windpipe and constricting his airway, making sure he could barely breathe, his hips rammed inside of the willing body, so close to his limit as he just took, took until Atsushi had nothing to offer.

His pace only grew in speed, and by this point Atsushi's head was so close to hitting the bed frame to the point where he had to move the hand from Atsushi's hip to the boy's head to protect it in case of impact.

" Osamu, Osamu, Osamu, " The boy chanted out in a hoarse, whiny tone, greedily pulling him closer, drool trailing down his chin as he got fucked out of his mind, eyes coming closed as he tightened up around the older impossibly so, causing Dazai to grit his teeth and let out a curse as he fucked the boy harsher.

Atsushi came, came so hard he almost blacked out, but Dazai didn't even pause, instead, he continued to overstimulate the boy, fucking him with raw need, close to cumming inside and filling the tiger to the brim.

" Take it for me, take it a bit more," He panted out as his hand tightened around Atsushi's throat and lips came to the pale ones, teeth digging in and biting down hard , surely making another wound on the bruised boy. 

As blood poured in his mouth and as he felt the boy's insides tighten again, he plunged as deep as he could and came.

This orgasm was one of the best of his life, his hips couldn't stop shoving inside even as he came, fucking his own cum so deep inside the boy it would be there for days.

"Dazai, san," His subordinate panted as he finally pulled his hand off of the poor man's throat, with both of them out of breath, absolutely spent.

" God. That felt good." He sighed instead, dropping against his partner's neck and cuddling closer, his dick still inside of the boy. He felt like he might be content with sleeping like this. Buried to the hilt. With his little tiger cockwarming him.

"Yeah." Atsushi mewled back weakly, moving ever so slightly, to the side, making him move as well as they got into a more comfortable position to cuddle in.

They ended up with Atsushi's back pressed against the man and with Dazai's arms around the younger, face still nuzzled against the boy's neck and eyes closed even as he pulled the blanket over them. His dick was in fact still buried inside. And he had no plans of taking it out.

"We'll shower tomorrow." He mumbled sleepily against Atsushi's skin, feeling the boy shudder against his warm breath.

"Mhm," His subordinate called back, sounding almost drunk, his own hand showering above Dazai's, clearly uncertain about touching it.

Osamu just smirked lazily and grabbed it himself, linking their fingers together and putting them back against the warm body.

"Maybe I am into men like that after all." He chuckled quietly, and that was the closest to a confession that the boy would get. 

But, as he opened one of his eyes and saw that red flush come across the back of Atsushi's neck, he grinned, he knew that would be more than enough for the little tiger.