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"Now, now, pretty little thing." The voice of the man he despised whispered, eyes full of amusement yet so cold, as cold as snow.
He looked up at his partner and waited for orders, watching as those brown eyes swirled.
He knew what he was getting himself into once he agreed to this. Dazai came to him, angry and visibly on the edge, a strange, deranged request coming from his lips.
"Could you be our chess board for a night, Atsushi-kun?"
What he saw only once the door opened fully and revealed a dark, looming figure. One of Fyodor Dostoevsky himself.
And Atsushi's whole being screamed to punch the bastard. But he only arched a singular perfect brow and stared at his superior, for a long second.
Chess board. He wasn't dumb. He knew the implications of that. He also knew that both of these men were competitive. That this was nothing but another match to them.
He also knew that Dazai knew what he was doing. That his partner made a well thought out move.
That this would probably get information out of the man.
And he wasn't about to let the chance of getting a step ahead the fucker slip from their grasp.
"I would love to."
And that is how he ended up here. With that psychopath tracing his face with his hand, and him laying under.
"Why don't you relax, and let me cleanse you of your sins?" The dark haired male muttered, his touch icy against the boy's warmed up skin.
"Remember our agreement, Mister Demon." His superior reminded from the chair, a smile that seemed all but happy present on the usual facade of his as he sat there, almost like a king on a throne. Yet his glance waged wars instead of orders. He didn't know the rules of this game, the rules of whatever fucked up thing the two men were playing, but he knew damn well he wouldn't let Dostoevsky win, even in this.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare forget it, Mister Dazai." The man smiled, a smile that seemed more like a threat, a predatory crease of those dark eyes.
He felt the man's hand trace down his upper body, and felt buttons simply pop under the careful fingertips, once that were as deadly as the Russian winter.
And he couldn't help but harden his eyes, hand gripping the air, trying his best not to do something stupid.
Ombre eyes glanced to brown ones, taking in Dazai's body language, the way that the man gripped the chair spoke volumes on how pissed he probably was.
Two taps.
Go all out.
He blinked a single time, just to confirm that he saw that.
A tap against Dazai's crotch, from the bandaged hands, made him arch a brow, trying to catch another hint, something to help him figure out what the rules were.
"My, what a disobedient dog you have, Dazai." A sweet, thick accent purred, as he felt the man shove his head back against the floor and crack his skull, almost making him growl.
"Ah, you see, he is a cat. And cats, unlike dogs, aren't really that tame-able." His superior smiled back, with Atsushi getting a single look at him, a tap against Dazai's thigh not missing that one glance.
Don't cum.
Oh. Oh .
This was a game where Dostoevsky was his own pawn and Atsushi Dazai's.
Whichever one of them came first, lost.
Atsushi could deal with that.
Ombre eyes switched from uncontrollable rage to a more soft, meek look as he spread his legs open, and looked up at the man, as he felt his hands get pinned to the floor behind him.
"Maybe he just didn't have the right type of behavioural correction, no?" The bastard smiled, causing Dazai to chuckle.
"Perhaps, but I enjoy that feisty side of him. Unlike you, I dislike dolls. "
A hint. Subtle one, but a hint nonetheless.
Dostoevsky liked to be in complete charge.
"What can I say, dolls can certainly handle more than a human body."
This time, the hint came from Fyodor.
And Atsushi, well, he couldn't help but begin moving as a pawn, not much of a board. The floor itself was more of a board than him.
" I can handle more than humans, Dostoevsky." The tiger smiled sweetly, glee lighting up in his gut as he saw that familiar sadistic glint in those dark purple eyes.
Bingo.
"Can you now?" The man questioned, as his hand went up and down his body, uncovering him bit by bit.
"I'm pretty usable, from what I've heard." The proud look on Dazai's face as he stole another glimpse telling him he's doing well enough.
"How peculiar." Nails dug in his skin, the marks themselves healing up as soon the nails left.
"Those innocent eyes of yours, they should be ripped away from your sinful body." And perhaps it was the fact that he was about to sleep with their sworn enemy. Perhaps it was Dazai's presence. Or perhaps his own need to put on an unforgettable show each time there was somebody beside Dazai involved in scenes.
But he whined unabashed and proud, voice high pitch and needy.
"Those eyes do not belong on such a whore."
He was a whore. And he knew he could use that to his advantage.
Pretty eyes batted, eyelashes touched Atsushi's cheek as he stared up at Fyodor's lips, biting his own.
"Then carve them out."
He said it carelessly. He gave permission for something he really didn't consider an actual threat.
Before he felt those fingers loom over his face, but luckily they disappeared as soon as they came.
That did however get the adrenaline in his veins pumping.
"Perhaps once you become my pet. As for right now, your owner did say not to cause permanent or long term damage." The Russian smiled, before kissing him, gently, lips of poison and ones of sin meeting up.
Dostoevsky kissed like he spoke. Slow and drawn out, with a bit of a bite every now and then.
He kissed Atsushi lazily, seemingly not entertained, and it pissed the tiger off to no end.
Time to spice things up, he supposed.
The hands that were held behind him twitched in Fyodor's hold, his lips separated for the man and thighs gripped him between them, keeping him in place.
He rutted up, brushed their hips together, felt Dostoevsky against his thigh in the process and….holy shit that was a weapon, not a dick.
The surprise on his face must've shown, because he heard a slight chuckle leave the Russian, eyes seemingly glinting again.
Good. He was entertaining.
"What, afraid you can't handle me, tiger?" Those cold eyes narrowed, teasingly, and he wanted to punch the smug expression off of the bastard's face.
"Oh, I can take just about anything." He smiled back, tapping his finger against the floor above his head two times.
I'm okay.
It was a simple little reassurance to his lover, who watched the scene with an intense look in those hazy brown eyes, like a hawk, waiting for Fyodor's inevitable fall.
"That mouth of yours better not just talk tonight, Nakajima, was it?" And boy, was he glad he was trained by Dazai.
Because as soon as those words left the icy lips, he couldn't help but grin.
There were countless times where he would just sit underneath his superior's desk while the man did reports, sucking the man off, or just keeping him in his mouth, depending on the situation.
Times where Dazai got pissed over his fuck up in a report and decided to instead fuck Atsushi's mouth until the boy couldn't speak for hours at a time, esophagus badly damaged and the back of his throat bruised and absolutely beautiful to him.
So, he could say he was pretty damn good at sucking someone's soul out through their dick.
"I can show you what my mouth does best, then." The tiger purred, as he ran his finger over the hand that trapped his own.
A smirk told him all he needed to know.
He's fucked.
Literally and figuratively.
"Why don't you, then, pretty kitty?" The velvety voice questioned, as the man released him and instead sat up, spreading his thighs for Atsushi to crawl between.
And the tiger did just that.
All while maintaining eye contact with the bastard of a man.
"Let me feel you purr. " Oh, okay, fuck. The lunatic could talk dirty.
He couldn't help the way he looked up at those mahogany coloured eyes, his own shining with a strange glint.
A competitive one.
He was very keen on not losing.
So, he traced his fingers to the man's zipper, took him out of his pants and underwear, all without looking down at the soft dick in his hands that seemed almost too huge to be considered human.
" Make me. "
And oh, shit.
A hand locked in his hair as soon as the words left his lips, cold eyes narrowing and his lips pushed towards the dick in his hold, making him open his lips in a hurry, almost getting smacked in the face by it.
"As you wish, my love." That airy voice spoke, as the man pushed him down on his dick until Atsushi felt it hit the back of his throat and close up his airway.
" Oh , how pleasant." The man sighed, as he pushed him even further down, until his nose touched the man's pelvis. "He really does know how to please someone with those lips of his." He stared up, through teared up eyes, just in time to see those dark purple eyes look over at his superior.
Those thin, elegant fingers locked in his hair, pulled him barely up before pushing into his mouth with his hips, using his other hand as support against the cold floor.
"Your handy work, I presume?"
The chatting in the midst of fucking Atsushi's throat as if the tiger was nothing but a common whore both annoyed and turned him the fuck on.
"Of course. He was taught by the best." Dazai shrugged from his chair, a smirk clearly present in his tone. Fuck.
"Well, not by the best, since I wasn't the one using this pretty little thing." Fyodor smiled nonchalantly as he used his hand to pull and push his head, which made him moan and move his tongue around the member, licking the underside of the length before swirling his tongue all the way around. "But I must admit, that tongue of his is quite pleasant."
"He's licking me while I fuck his throat." The man said, as if that's an achievement worth mentioning. He grazed the length with his teeth just slightly, drawing a breath out of those icy lips.
"Not that many people can keep up with me." Slender hand came to a stop as his other one came up to Atsushi's cheek and slapped him, almost making his teeth dig into the weak flesh.
"Let alone manage to do their own little tricks while I use them." The russian sighed, as he took his dick out and began rubbing it on Atsushi's lips, like a lipgloss, making them shine in the pale lighting of his night light.
"What can I say, he is quite great. Although, by the looks of it, you're about to find out just how great he is." Dazai's smile was present in his voice, the tiger noted as he licked the head of Fyodor's length, as much as the hand keeping him in place allowed him to.
"This is only the beginning."
He couldn't help himself but moan at the words, tears sliding down his face.
"Once my pretty boy gets in his zone, he might be the perfect picture of lust itself."
Pretty boy . He was pretty. His heart fluttered and mind hazed at the praise.
"A sin, so primal and so delicious." Fyodor chuckled breathily, as he slapped the boy's face with his cock, smearing precum over Atsushi's cheek and making the tiger moan out weakly, hands on his own knees, gripping them tightly, trying not to move.
"Perhaps, you might give into your carnal needs and indulge, like any human would." His superior purred, which made the cold eyes light up, a dangerous little grin appearing on the otherwise stoic face.
"It would be quite interesting, no?" The man suddenly smiled, as he pushed his dick down Atsushi's throat again, this time even more suddenly than before.
"To break your plaything right in front of you."
"You have no idea just how fast he would drop dead if I activated my ability." Oh. Oh fuck. Oh god. For a second, he imagined it. Dying here, at the feet of his enemy, while sucking him off. And the way his cock twitched couldn't be normal.
"Oh, but you won't. Because that would be an automatic loss for you." Dazai smiled, but he could barely register the words.
"Look at that, oh my goodness, he got hard because of my words." The look in those purple eyes got even more unhinged as Atsushi suckled on the man, licked the vein that went all around his manhood, even as those erratic thrusts from before returned.
"A wondrous little slut, truly." The hand that was around Fyodor's dick, came to his chin and began rubbing it as he pushed his head back and forth, a slight little sigh leaving the man.
"You've really raised the spawn of Asmodeus."
His knowledge in religion wasn't broad, but he'd guess this was the closest to a compliment he'll receive tonight, so he just purred in turn, a low noise that drew a breath out of Dostoevsky.
"So pretty, pure looking." Pretty. Pretty. Pretty . God, the praise falling off of the sharp tongue and the way that the man's dick twitched on his tongue as he stepped on Atsushi's dick, fuck , he couldn't think straight.
"Yet the beauty that meets the eye is all but true." He tried to tighten his throat around the man, push his head down and accommodate the rough pace as Fyodor fucked his face, breathing through his nose.
"A rotten little thing on the inside, craving someone to hurt him, use him." The degradation was also doing things for him, for his hard, too hard , cock, that was currently being tortured and played with by Dostoevsky's foot.
"Oh, I'd know a thing or two about just how rotten he is. It's like he contaminates you, in the best ways possible, as soon as you slip inside of him." Dazai sighed, clearly affected by the scene, by the game, and Atsushi sobbed.
"Really, he has such a charming look of pure need, even as I break him apart." Fyodor agreed as he took his dick out of Atsushi's mouth and made the boy cough almost violently.
"I don't think I've had this much fun since we started our little playdates, Mister Dazai." His body was shaking as he tried to catch his breath, before getting pushed back down on the floor again.
"Truly, you're going to make me think I'm not as fun as my little kitten. You really hurt me sometimes, Fyodor." Dazai spoke from the background, making him glance at the man, noticing the way that his superior caressed himself through his pants.
Oh god.
He was gorgeous. His partner was so , so pretty like this. Staring at him getting wrecked. Unaffected, amused, entertained.
Perhaps he'd be a jester by his king's side, perhaps he would even entertain masses just to see his king throw a proud look his way, perhaps this was the motivation he needed to win.
"Where do you think your eyes are averting to, pretty darling?" Thin fingers pulled his chin towards the man and forced eye contact. "Remain looking at me, if you don't want me to scrape them out." Fyodor smiled, coldly, as his hand went down to Atsushi's pants and yanked them off with his underwear.
He moaned meekly as he felt the cold air hit his sensitive parts, eyes closing and hands coming up to his face, a whimper leaving his lips as his thighs got separated at the speed of light, a body, light, tall , settling between them.
"Those noises. I want more of those." Fyodor licked his lips, a hint of fangs that seemed deliciously sharp showing in that split second. "Give them to me, beautiful." Atsushi felt the man grind down against him, felt the man's half-erect dick against his painfully hard one. "Make me indulge in your sin."
"Show me just how well trained you are. Don't you want to make your owner proud?" At those words, he spared Dazai a glance. He wanted to. He wanted to make Dazai proud.
"Come on, kitten. Meow for me."
With those words, came a striking pain as the man shoved inside, a scream of pure agony leaving his pale lips, an agony concerningly incredible.
"Oh, oh fuck, fuck, God ," No second was given to him to adjust, to breathe , as the man threw a single leg over his shoulder, and began pounding inside.
He felt like he was being split in half.
"The only God here is me, as of now, pretty little thing." The man chuckled breathily, making his head spin as he scraped his nails against the strong back.
Lips began kissing the inside of his thigh as he got bent like a pretzel, with the dick inside of him reaching so deep he could feel it in his damned stomach.
And as he looked down, fuck , why did he look down, he noticed the print.
The fucking print. Oh god. He could see a small bump move in his abdomen each thrust.
He was so close from the sight. So fucking embarrassingly close. But there was no chance in hell he was losing.
"Yes, yes , you are. So wash me of my sins, fuck , inside out. Paint me in your white light." The boy groaned, as he pulled the man closer and submissively bared his throat, feeling the fangs take charge before he could voice his request.
Those teeth dug into his neck before he could blink, and the thrusts only fastened, by now his back was sore and aching from the hard, cold floor, leg going numb as the man pushed it further against his chest, reaching so deep inside of the tiger to the point where Atsushi couldn't think .
"Devour me, Fyodor. Devour me whole. Eat me up." And the way that the man growled against his skin told him he might not lose today.
"Oh, you are such a dirty, disgusting, dumb little whore." The russian laughed , breathy and uneven, pitch lower than usual. Fuck why was his voice so attractive. "Perfect. You're perfect." The rough pace, as well as the hand that pressed against the bump in his stomach, made him scream.
"You're the worst of the worst. I think I might have to do way more to cleanse the likes of you , my darling." The insults and the compliments, the praise and the humiliation, they made him dizzy. "Perhaps, I could put a knife against your throat, dig it inside of your pale skin every time you dare talk." He'd like that. He'd love that, he realized, with slight mortification. Dazai truly corrupted every part of him. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
The tiger could only nod in desperation, as he felt a hand come across his cheek, tears sliding down his face.
'You'd cum at gunpoint." Oh, he would. He would. "I bet that I could make you scream your lungs out like this, each time, if you became mine." That statement drew a low warning growl out of Dazai, which made him look up at him.
And shit. He shouldn't have.
Dazai was painfully hard in those pants. He looked angry, possessive, horny out of his goddamn mind.
"Do not. " The words were quiet, but they still got to him, made him dig his nails further inside of Fyodor's back, as he felt the man chuckle against his skin.
"Oh? But he does seem to be enjoying this, no?" His superior's eyes burned, they burned with a bloodlust so clear that even he shook in slight terror. God , he was so hot. "I'm kidding, don't worry." Something about the Russian's tone told him that he wasn't really joking, but that might be just because of how fucked out he genuinely was.
"Why don't we show your owner how a properly fucked body looks, pretty kitty?" The man suddenly spoke, as he pulled out and repositioned him, so that he was kneeling and being held up by the bruising grip on his wrists, which were behind his back. Then, as suddenly as Fyodor left his poor hole, he was back inside.
This time, the angle made him choke out a sob.
It was too much.
But, now….
Now he could see Dazai. In his full glory. He was in fact, so close to the point where he could feel Dazai's scent.
"Now isn't this a good position, my sweet?" The man behind him whispered in his ear, making him moan, loud and clear.
Before he had the time the regain himself, he felt the hips begin to rock against his own again, harder than before, actually slamming inside of him, deep and rough.
He could see Dazai's eyes trail to the bump in his stomach, to the print that moved each time Fyodor did, and he could see his partner's eyes shine in lust.
"Dazai-san," The boy began before he could help himself, sobbing as the grip on his hands tightened, pulled him back into the thrusts and made his head knock itself down against Dazai's lap.
"Dazai-san, Dazai-san, Dazai-san!" He cried, as he got fucked, knees aching and body trembling as he felt the full extend of the pain that was caused to his body, because he was touching Dazai. He was touching Dazai, and suddenly, his healing ability stopped. That was the bastard's whole plan.
A perfect bandaged hand came into his hair and pulled his head up to look Dazai in the eyes, brown blown out and glazed over by need.
He wanted to fulfil that need. He needed to.
"I can't just stand by the sidelines while my lover stares at me like that, Atsushi-kun." The man breathed, sweetly.
And he could feel tears well up in his eyes again.
"Who says you have to, Mister Dazai?" The man behind him laughed breathlessly, his thrusts only getting faster by second. "Besides, as soon as he got to even look at you he got so much tighter. Honestly , you'd be doing me a favour if you ate this fine meal before us with me." The Russian purred, as he fucked up into Atsushi's prostate, making his walls weakly clench.
"Open your lips." His mouth came open as wide as possible at the order, as Dazai's zipper came undone, dick popping up in his face as soon as he opened his eyes again.
The hand in his hair pulled him down on it, twisted his locks and yanked him down, made him choke around the girthy member and scream as he felt Fyodor spank him at the same time, knees almost giving out under him, the only thing holding him up being Fyodor himself.
Tears streamed down his face like a river as he finally tasted Dazai, a strange sort of both comfort and lust overcoming him, tongue lapping up the precum that seemingly seeped into his hungry mouth as he felt Fyodor's dick twitch inside of him.
"Oh, how wonderful." Dostoevsky sighed behind him, as he spanked Atsushi again, most definitely leaving a handprint behind, pace ruthless and hard. "He's so warm. My, he feels nice." His hole fluttered, and he could feel himself near the edge as Dazai hit the back of his throat time and time again, matching Fyodor's pace, maybe even going faster.
Now , he felt like a chess board. Getting plummeted by both the players.
"That's it, little one, take me. Take us. " And god, he'll take them. Take them until he's sore. Take them until he passes out, and then some. Take them so good, he's going to be so, so good. "Such a good little doll. A perfect one. Made to be broken down." He nodded weakly with Dazai in his mouth, licking and sucking the man the best he could as he got roughly slammed into on both ends, jaw aching and ass stinging from the sheer force of Fyodor's thrusts.
He was being used, in every possible way, and honestly he never felt better.
"Atsushi-kun." Dazai groaned, unabashed and confident, as he hardened on Atsushi's tongue, the salty taste hitting each of his taste buds as the man approached the edge.
He tightened around Fyodor, as he pushed back against the thrusts, his own blood and precum of the Russian mixing up and creating a beautiful mess on his thighs as it dripped down his abused hole, legs shaking and trembling as he held back from the edge.
"Nakajima." The man behind him purred, as he licked his ear and made him mewl around Dazai, as he felt Fyodor's free hand grab his throat.
He was so close. So, so, so, so, so damn close.
"Gods, losing wouldn't be that bad." Fyodor commented, as his pace became erratic, as each thrust ground up against Atsushi's prostate, scratched it, pounded into it.
"Oh? Giving up?" Dazai groaned, as he sped up his own thrusts, and Atsushi just sat there, dumbly, crying as he got fucked in every way possible by the two estranged men.
"Not really. But I do feel myself nearing the edge." The Russian chuckled breathlessly, his hand tightening around the tiger's throat and making it close up around Dazai in turn, causing the detective to let out a quiet curse. "And I'm not that good at depriving myself of such carnal pleasures, you see."
"What, not into edging, Mister Fyodor?" His lover chucked back, equally as out of breath as Atsushi moaned around him.
"I am, just not myself. I do enjoy edging others though." The man shrugged nonchalantly, as he ripped the tiger's walls even further, dick pulling almost all the way out, with only the tip remaining inside of Atsushi, before ramming back in.
"Ah, I see. Quite similar to me, then." Dazai shrugged back, as his hold on Atsushi's hair tightened, hips fucking up into Atsushi's mouth.
"Two peas in a pot, as I've heard you say." Fyodor leaned over his shoulder again, grabbed his hair, making Dazai pull his own hand off of it and roll his eyes in annoyance.
As Fyodor pulled him off of Dazai's cock and made out with him roughly, licked up into his lips and sucked on the boy's tongue, tasted Dazai on it, he couldn't help but feel…strangely jealous.
"That was quite bitter, I must say. Your diet seems very unbalanced." The man grimaced, as he pushed Atsushi back towards Dazai's dick, with Dazai immediately grabbing his hair again and shoving him down on it.
"That was quite rude. I was close." His lover glared, and he had to agree. That was rude. But still, he sucked harder than before, as he felt the two men lose their control a bit, knowing that they were both about to cum.
"You see, I just wanted to know what kept such an amazing little plaything stuck to your hip. And I can tell you right now, it certainly isn't the way you taste." The Russian smiled behind him, as he trailed his hand down to Atsushi's dick and made the tiger choke in turn.
Even this gone, he had to disagree. Dazai tasted amazing.
"It's most likely my touch that keeps him here. I make him feel human." Dazai explained for him, and it was so, so much more than that. It was the confidence, it was the insanity, it was the mystery, the thrill , those brown eyes, that bandaged body, it was everything about the man. "He likes that. Don't you, my one?" But nonetheless, he nodded, too fucked out of his mind to speak, as he licked at Dazai weakly, body giving up on him and eyes close to closing.
"That's why you like the pain so much, Atsushi-kun." He moaned against the man in his mouth and tightened around the one deep in his ass at the mention of his name, body trembling. "And that's why I like you so much. You worship me like a God." And to him, Dazai was a god. A being worth everything. A being above him, an insane man, a prophet, a deity, his everything.
"To you, I am your god." His partner smiled, reading him like a book. "You'd do anything for me. Even this. "
"And that's what makes me able to just trust you blindly, my one." He choked out another noise, clenching tightly around Fyodor and hearing the man groan for the first time that evening. "What gets me so hard and aching for you." As he listened to his lover talk, his body began moving on its own. It began working harder, mind fuzzy and that state of just needing to please taking over.
"Knowing that yo u trust me blindly. With your life, with your death, with your powers, with your body, mind and soul." The tiger felt Dazai's hand ruffle his locks as his mouth began moving at a faster pace, by now with him controlling the pace, sucking the man off earnestly.
"I own you."
Fuck.
"And nobody could change that. Isn't that right?" The possessiveness, the madness in that voice, the obsession clear in his tone, the love in his eyes, it made him burn up.
"I do not appreciate feeling left out." Fyodor reminded, as he slammed inside of him all of a sudden, making him choke out a scream around Dazai's cock.
"Oh, sorry. Forgot you were there for a second." Dazai smiled sarcastically, as he continued to pet Atsushi's head.
And he could feel Fyodor's thrusts become angrier.
"My, how rude." The hand on his cock finally began moving and he felt like game over was just about to flash before his eyes.
"But, I do suppose that I still get the satisfaction of cumming inside of your precious toy, so I guess I'll settle with that." Fyodor sighed out, as he let go of Atsushi's hands, which made his body almost fall over like nothing more than a doll.
But he still held himself up, and grabbed onto Dazai's knees for support as Dostoevsky grabbed his ass instead, with that hand, spreading it wide open as he continued to fuck into his hole like a mad man.
His knees were bleeding, he noted dully, as he looked down, before closing his eyes and feeling the tension in his body disappear, a tight knot appearing instead in his stomach as he felt Fyodor's nails scrape down his dick.
His body rocked back and forth as the duo continued to thrust inside of him, Fyodor's fingers joining his dick, as he hissed in pleasure at the feeling, making Atsushi's eyes open wide before rolling in the back of his head as he got pulled away from Dazai's dick, screaming hoarsley in both pain and pleasure, feeling like he was about to pass out.
" Oh , I can't, I can't, God , please, please, please !" He cried, as Dazai jerked over his tear stained face, expression dark and hazy.
The fingers finally pulled out, but came across his ass instead and he barely held himself back from orgasming, and it was really starting to hurt now.
" Cum ! Cum inside of me, just, just give it to me already, Dostoevsky !" The tiger groaned in frustration, in pain, in sweet, sweet agony that took over his entire fucking brain.
And that was all it took.
He felt the man shove as deep as he possibly could, and felt him release all he had inside.
God.
The feeling of warm, burning cum, deep inside of his stomach, threw him off the edge. He came so hard, he fell down against Dazai's lap, everything inside his body stopped working, vision blanked out, ears rang, and he was sure he was dying for a second.
What brought him back, was the feeling of Dazai yanking him up by his hair, a growl leaving his throat as his hand jerked him off ferociously, before Atsushi felt him cum all over his face, some getting into his mouth even.
And that was all he could take, before he fell against Dazai's lap for good, got released finally.
As Dazai sat there, panting, heart so fast he thought he'd finally really die, he couldn't help but stare down at his boy, proudly.
They won.
"Oh….my," The Russian began, trailing off into nothingness as he sat there for a minute, hips still twitching, fucking his filthy seed into his toy.
"I'm glad I've lost, actually. Losing a pawn does not even begin to stand to the stress relief I've experienced." The man chuckled breathily as he pulled out, and tucked himself back in his pants.
And Dazai only sat there, petting his lover and bringing his limp body closer to himself instinctively.
"I'm a man of my word, Mister Dazai. A pawn of your choosing will be…discarded from the game now. Hopefully, it was worth letting me get a taste of this. " His nemesis, perhaps even a twin, with that evil shit eating grin of his, spoke as he stood up, spared a hungry glance over the exhausted body in Dazai's hold.
"Because…a taste might not be enough to satiate me after this." The threat was clear, yet he only just rolled his eyes. He knew he owned his boy inside out. Knew that he would rather live forever than let anything happen to his little tiger. And he also knew that when it came to Atsushi, there was no point in even trying to snatch him from Dazai's hold.
"I'd like to see you try and get him." The detective smiled sweetly, as he too, tucked himself in his pants and got up, pulling the boy's body with him.
"Oh, I will, don't you worry. But for now, I must go. I'm already late for…a meeting of sorts. Hold onto him while you can, Mister Dazai." The little shit smiled, making him nod and smile back. "Oh, I'm not worried in the slightest . I'm so sad to see you go, but I am also quite busy, you see. My kitten happened to play in some mud and now I have to clean him." The way both of their facades dropped at the same time, probably meant that this game was over.
"So, if you'll be so kind."
And as the door opened and closed, he could finally breathe again.
He carried his lover over to the bathroom and cleaned him throughout, erasing any trace of that fucker off of his partner and making sure to kiss those tired lips once his lover woke up and looked at him sleepily.
He picked him up and out of the bath after, hushed him back to sleep, before drying him off and putting him in their bed, undressing, before joining his partner, and pulling his body closer.
He could let everyone have a taste of his boy because he knew. He knew no matter how many men and women chased after his one, Atsushi would always remain utterly his.