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Chuuya grips his cup tightly as he grits his teeth. The glass one squeeze away from shattering. The rage inside him is almost as infuriating as the scene in front of him. He hates that he’s so angry at the moment. He shouldn’t be. He should just be enjoying his drink. He shouldn’t give a damn about what is going on only a few feet in front of him.
Yet his damn anger and jealousy refuse to let up.
He tries to ignore it. To down his liquor and redirect his focus to the burning sensation it leaves as it makes its way down his throat. Trying to repeat the same thing over and over again to himself. He doesn’t care.
“Ah. Aren’t you just stunning?” Dazai caresses the pianist’s cheek with a smug and cocky expression, “A beautiful lady like you shouldn’t be stuck here playing her melodies for a bunch of drunks. You should be a star.”
Chuuya’s eyes narrow as he watches the woman struggle to speak. Getting increasingly flustered with every caress from that damn womanizer. His confidence growing with every reaction he gets from her.
How aggravating.
“How about I get you out of here for the night, my fair maiden?”
That suggestion is enough to finally snap Chuuya’s self-control. The alcohol mixed in with his rage making it impossible for him to remain calm. His body moving before his rationality can kick in. His strides heavy as he makes his way over.
Dazai should have expected that his antics would get him in trouble. He really should have. He knows that Chuuya isn’t fond of his never-ending need to flirt and sleep with women. Especially in front of him. But he can’t help it. He gets bored, and it’s always entertaining for him to see how easily a woman can swoon under the right amount of charisma and attention. It’s too much fun to act before thinking sometimes.
“So, what do you say, my lady?” He tugs a strand of her hair behind her ear and winks, “Would you allow me to show you a fun time?”
He sees her mouth slowly open to mutter out a response. But before she can get the words out for Dazai to hear, he is thrown back. He hits the nearby pool table, causing him to grimace at the pain that shoots up his back.
“Ow! Chuuya?! What is your deal?!” He glares at the mafioso, who looks at the lady he was flirting with for a moment before slowly turning to him.
Chuuya bawls one of his hands into a tight fist at Dazai’s surprise. What an idiot. He really thinks he can just do what he wants. That he can make a fool out of him and fuck around without consequences. It seems like he needs a reminder of who he is messing with. As well as how fragile that cocky persona of his is.
“You have some nerve,” He starts walking towards the taller man, “Thinking I’m going to let you treat me like I’m some damn cuck.”
Dazai slowly smirks as he can hear the clear jealousy and anger in the other’s tone, “Oh? Is that what’s got you all worked up? The fact that I wanted to have a bit of fun with a beautiful woman? I didn’t realize you were so greedy and overprotective, hatrack.”
The ginger hates how Dazai continues trying to act all smug and overconfident. Acting like he’s the one in control and holding all the dominance. It’s ridiculous. He’s going to wipe that fucking smirk off his face. He’s going to show everyone in the bar how pathetic the womanizer truly is under all that bravado.
Dazai raises a brow when he gets no snarky reply, telling him to continue his teasing, “Are you giving me the silent treatment? Don’t be so petty, Chibi. I just wanted to have some fun.”
Chuuya gets to Dazai and grabs his wrist. For a moment, the brunet tenses slightly as he prepares to get slapped. It’s an instinctual reaction from all the previous times Chuuya has smacked him to set him straight. It never works; if anything, it only makes him want to keep pushing the other’s buttons. Their toxicity is one of his favorite parts of their relationship, after all.
But this time, Chuuya doesn’t slap him. No. Instead, Dazai yelps as he is suddenly flipped and bent over the pool table. His stomach dropping as he quickly realizes what Chuuya is planning even before he feels Chuuya begin to pull down his pants.
“Hey! Wait!” He scrambles with a hint of panic, “What are you doing, you bad dog!? We’re in public!”
Chuuya scoffs and glances around. Noticing how several patrons around them are staring at them while others are trying their hardest ot mind their business. The woman Dazai was flirting with now blushing heavily and staring in disbelief.
“Shut your mouth,” Chuuya fully exposes Dazai’s lower half, “You’re such a shitty liar. Trying to bitch about being in public, yet you’re already fucking hard. You put paid whores to shame, you degenerate.”
Dazai lets out a combination of a huff and a whine as he is being displayed and dominated in front of a bunch of strangers. What’s worse is how much it is turning him on. Making it impossible for him to act like he doesn’t like the position he’s been put in. Damn slug. He really can never puff out his chest in front of Chuuya, can he?
“You’re so cruel, Chuuya,” He chuckles as he feels can hear Chuuya begin to unzip his pants, “A dog isn’t meant to dominate its master like this.”
Chuuya rolls his eyes as he smirks, “Still so smug, I guess I’ll just have to fuck that out of you.”