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none but the best
Title: none but the best
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Chuuya, Dazai
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Dazai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,325
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya asks Dazai which of the other authors he'd sleep with.
Notes: PWP as heck.
If any one of the authors currently residing in this library is a shining example of devotion and fidelity to their wives, it’s not Chuuya, and it sure isn’t Dazai.
Actually, it’s probably Oda “Carries Around A Lock of His Dead Wife’s Hair” Sakunosuke who’s most likely to refuse to play the field even after death. Chuuya hasn’t exactly asked, because Odasaku’s not really his type and so it’s not relevant to him.
Chuuya likes his wife Takako well enough, but it was an arranged marriage, and more importantly they’re both long since dead and will never run into each other again. He’s able to do what he likes without feeling guilty about it.
And as for Dazai, who fathered a child with one of his fans while he was already married, then abandoned his wife and children to run off with yet another woman… well, he doesn’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to faithfulness.
So Chuuya doesn’t think twice about asking Dazai the question, when it pops into his head as they’re drinking in Chuuya’s room. (He’s not allowed to go out to drink any longer, and Dazai doesn’t want him to trash his things, so sitting on the floor of Chuuya’s room it is.)
“Oi, peach blossom bastard. If you had to fuck one of us and it wasn’t Akutagawa, who’d you pick?”
Dazai, who’s already a little flushed from alcohol, turns even more red. “That’s - what kind of question - first of all, who says it would be Akutagawa-sensei-?”
Chuuya snorts. “‘Akutagawa-sensei is really handsome, isn’t he? Don’t you think so?’” he says, mimicking Dazai’s tone of voice.
“That doesn’t mean-” Dazai rubs his forehead. “You answer first.”
“Huh…” Chuuya gives it some thought. “It’s easier to think of who I wouldn’t than who I would. I hear Tanizaki moaning enough when we’re in battle, sex with him would just be more of the same. Hagiwara’s a buzzkill, obviously it can’t be Kenji even though he’s older than me, I’m not fucking anyone who’s into eroguro so Ranpo’s out. Atsushi would be great if I could convince the part of him that only shows up for battle to try it, but his other personality is practically virginal, so… I’d pick you, probably.” He’s completely shameless in admitting this.
Now Dazai’s bright red. “Saying something like that out of nowhere…”
“Ha? But you asked, so I told you. Or...” Chuuya smirks, and sets down his drink. “You want to try it?”
While Dazai’s still spluttering, Chuuya climbs into his lap. Their height difference isn’t nearly as pronounced while sitting down, and Chuuya can easily hook his arms around Dazai’s shoulders. “Da~zai~”
Dazai swallows, his hands hovering like he doesn’t know where he wants them. “...Chuuya.”
“You’re pretty good-looking, y’know.” Chuuya’s smirk is only growing wider. “But you’d look even better without all those clothes on.”
Dazai is as easy to flatter as ever, and while he still looks nervous, his hands settling on Chuuya’s hips is as good an answer as any. Chuuya leans in and their lips meet.
It’s a hungry kiss, deeper than it would be if they were both sober. Then again, if they were both sober, maybe Chuuya wouldn’t be in Dazai’s lap pushing his cape off his shoulders. Maybe Dazai wouldn’t be trying to coordinate kissing Chuuya with undoing the button that keeps Chuuya’s cloak on. Maybe the conversation wouldn’t have come up at all.
That doesn’t really matter, though, because Dazai’s mouth is hot and he’s doing something interesting with his tongue that makes Chuuya groan. Dazai’s tie is easily yanked off - Dazai does the same to Chuuya’s hat - but his shirt is too fucking complicated for the amount of brainpower that Chuuya wants to devote to it.
He gives up on undressing Dazai for the moment, instead moving to suck at Dazai’s neck, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to get Dazai to hiss. He lifts his chin to give Chuuya more room to work, which Chuuya gladly makes use of.
Dazai doesn’t bother even trying to get Chuuya totally undressed - he just shoves Chuuya’s vest and shirt up until there’s enough skin exposed for him to run his hands over Chuuya’s bare chest. He finds sensitive points and rubs until Chuuya curses.
“Be more naked,” Chuuya demands, and leans back enough to let Dazai get his shirt off. Then he resumes his assault with lips and tongue, enjoying every shiver and gasp he draws out of Dazai with just his mouth.
Dazai’s hard underneath him - Chuuya can easily feel that much, and he grins against Dazai’s chest before grinding down against him. Dazai swears loudly, pressing back with such intensity that he almost knocks Chuuya off of him. Chuuya laughs, already breathless.
“The bed-” Dazai says, impressively coherent considering Chuuya is still rubbing against him. Chuuya reluctantly stands long enough for Dazai to make it to the bed, and takes the moment to pull a bottle of lube out from underneath the bed - then he pounces, ending up on top of Dazai again.
“Dazai,” he purrs, and Dazai shivers. “Want to get me ready? Or should I get myself ready for you?”
Dazai’s eyes go wide, and he fumbles for the bottle, for once out of words entirely.
Chuuya’s pants and underwear are not as frustrating to get off as shirts had been. Dazai slides a slick finger inside of him. It’s not the first time he’s been stretched this way, but it has been a while, and Chuuya kisses Dazai again as Dazai works him open. A messier kiss, this time, but enough to distract from the minute discomfort.
Two fingers. A third finger, and when Dazai finds just the right spot inside of Chuuya to rub against Chuuya cries out and trembles, prompting Dazai to do it again, and again.
“Are you - going to fuck me or what-” says Chuuya, between gasps.
“Just a second,” says Dazai. The rest of his clothes are shoved off, and he readies himself before Chuuya climbs on top of him again.
Dazai is big - Chuuya feels every inch of him as he sinks down, slowly and carefully. He takes a few seconds just to adjust, watching Dazai quiver underneath him.
Then he raises himself up and comes down hard.
Dazai’s hands go tight around Chuuya’s hips and he moans, Chuuya’s name interspersed with curses and ‘like that, oh god, fuck’ as Chuuya builds to a powerful rhythm. It doesn’t surprise Chuuya that Dazai’s loud in bed, but it’s still a pleasure to hear his name this way, a pleasure almost as great as what Chuuya’s getting from Dazai thick inside him. Chuuya grins, breathing heavy as he focuses on the rise and fall of his hips.
Dazai starts to thrust up to meet him halfway, earning a low groan of appreciation from Chuuya, and then a louder one when he finds that spot again. Heat coils in Chuuya’s stomach, a tight knot being pulled tighter and tighter with every thrust.
Dazai lets go of Chuuya’s hips in order to give his cock a few strokes, and that’s enough for Chuuya to spill white over Dazai’s stomach. Even when oversensitive, he keeps his motion going long enough for Dazai’s thrusts to turn erratic and then come to a finish, Dazai coming inside of him with a long, wordless cry.
Eventually, Chuuya pulls off of Dazai and flops next to him on the bed. He feels sweaty and gross and totally satisfied in a way that he rarely does after drinking. Dazai’s petting his hair, which is nice.
Dazai starts to laugh, and Chuuya turns to look at him. “What’s so funny?”
“I just realized I never actually answered your question.” Dazai gives him a genuine-looking smile. “Well, now I have to say I’d pick you, don’t I?”
“You’d better, asshole.” There’s no real heat behind Chuuya’s words as he curls up closer.
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Chuuya, Dazai
Pairing(s): Chuuya/Dazai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,325
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya asks Dazai which of the other authors he'd sleep with.
Notes: PWP as heck.
If any one of the authors currently residing in this library is a shining example of devotion and fidelity to their wives, it’s not Chuuya, and it sure isn’t Dazai.
Actually, it’s probably Oda “Carries Around A Lock of His Dead Wife’s Hair” Sakunosuke who’s most likely to refuse to play the field even after death. Chuuya hasn’t exactly asked, because Odasaku’s not really his type and so it’s not relevant to him.
Chuuya likes his wife Takako well enough, but it was an arranged marriage, and more importantly they’re both long since dead and will never run into each other again. He’s able to do what he likes without feeling guilty about it.
And as for Dazai, who fathered a child with one of his fans while he was already married, then abandoned his wife and children to run off with yet another woman… well, he doesn’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to faithfulness.
So Chuuya doesn’t think twice about asking Dazai the question, when it pops into his head as they’re drinking in Chuuya’s room. (He’s not allowed to go out to drink any longer, and Dazai doesn’t want him to trash his things, so sitting on the floor of Chuuya’s room it is.)
“Oi, peach blossom bastard. If you had to fuck one of us and it wasn’t Akutagawa, who’d you pick?”
Dazai, who’s already a little flushed from alcohol, turns even more red. “That’s - what kind of question - first of all, who says it would be Akutagawa-sensei-?”
Chuuya snorts. “‘Akutagawa-sensei is really handsome, isn’t he? Don’t you think so?’” he says, mimicking Dazai’s tone of voice.
“That doesn’t mean-” Dazai rubs his forehead. “You answer first.”
“Huh…” Chuuya gives it some thought. “It’s easier to think of who I wouldn’t than who I would. I hear Tanizaki moaning enough when we’re in battle, sex with him would just be more of the same. Hagiwara’s a buzzkill, obviously it can’t be Kenji even though he’s older than me, I’m not fucking anyone who’s into eroguro so Ranpo’s out. Atsushi would be great if I could convince the part of him that only shows up for battle to try it, but his other personality is practically virginal, so… I’d pick you, probably.” He’s completely shameless in admitting this.
Now Dazai’s bright red. “Saying something like that out of nowhere…”
“Ha? But you asked, so I told you. Or...” Chuuya smirks, and sets down his drink. “You want to try it?”
While Dazai’s still spluttering, Chuuya climbs into his lap. Their height difference isn’t nearly as pronounced while sitting down, and Chuuya can easily hook his arms around Dazai’s shoulders. “Da~zai~”
Dazai swallows, his hands hovering like he doesn’t know where he wants them. “...Chuuya.”
“You’re pretty good-looking, y’know.” Chuuya’s smirk is only growing wider. “But you’d look even better without all those clothes on.”
Dazai is as easy to flatter as ever, and while he still looks nervous, his hands settling on Chuuya’s hips is as good an answer as any. Chuuya leans in and their lips meet.
It’s a hungry kiss, deeper than it would be if they were both sober. Then again, if they were both sober, maybe Chuuya wouldn’t be in Dazai’s lap pushing his cape off his shoulders. Maybe Dazai wouldn’t be trying to coordinate kissing Chuuya with undoing the button that keeps Chuuya’s cloak on. Maybe the conversation wouldn’t have come up at all.
That doesn’t really matter, though, because Dazai’s mouth is hot and he’s doing something interesting with his tongue that makes Chuuya groan. Dazai’s tie is easily yanked off - Dazai does the same to Chuuya’s hat - but his shirt is too fucking complicated for the amount of brainpower that Chuuya wants to devote to it.
He gives up on undressing Dazai for the moment, instead moving to suck at Dazai’s neck, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to get Dazai to hiss. He lifts his chin to give Chuuya more room to work, which Chuuya gladly makes use of.
Dazai doesn’t bother even trying to get Chuuya totally undressed - he just shoves Chuuya’s vest and shirt up until there’s enough skin exposed for him to run his hands over Chuuya’s bare chest. He finds sensitive points and rubs until Chuuya curses.
“Be more naked,” Chuuya demands, and leans back enough to let Dazai get his shirt off. Then he resumes his assault with lips and tongue, enjoying every shiver and gasp he draws out of Dazai with just his mouth.
Dazai’s hard underneath him - Chuuya can easily feel that much, and he grins against Dazai’s chest before grinding down against him. Dazai swears loudly, pressing back with such intensity that he almost knocks Chuuya off of him. Chuuya laughs, already breathless.
“The bed-” Dazai says, impressively coherent considering Chuuya is still rubbing against him. Chuuya reluctantly stands long enough for Dazai to make it to the bed, and takes the moment to pull a bottle of lube out from underneath the bed - then he pounces, ending up on top of Dazai again.
“Dazai,” he purrs, and Dazai shivers. “Want to get me ready? Or should I get myself ready for you?”
Dazai’s eyes go wide, and he fumbles for the bottle, for once out of words entirely.
Chuuya’s pants and underwear are not as frustrating to get off as shirts had been. Dazai slides a slick finger inside of him. It’s not the first time he’s been stretched this way, but it has been a while, and Chuuya kisses Dazai again as Dazai works him open. A messier kiss, this time, but enough to distract from the minute discomfort.
Two fingers. A third finger, and when Dazai finds just the right spot inside of Chuuya to rub against Chuuya cries out and trembles, prompting Dazai to do it again, and again.
“Are you - going to fuck me or what-” says Chuuya, between gasps.
“Just a second,” says Dazai. The rest of his clothes are shoved off, and he readies himself before Chuuya climbs on top of him again.
Dazai is big - Chuuya feels every inch of him as he sinks down, slowly and carefully. He takes a few seconds just to adjust, watching Dazai quiver underneath him.
Then he raises himself up and comes down hard.
Dazai’s hands go tight around Chuuya’s hips and he moans, Chuuya’s name interspersed with curses and ‘like that, oh god, fuck’ as Chuuya builds to a powerful rhythm. It doesn’t surprise Chuuya that Dazai’s loud in bed, but it’s still a pleasure to hear his name this way, a pleasure almost as great as what Chuuya’s getting from Dazai thick inside him. Chuuya grins, breathing heavy as he focuses on the rise and fall of his hips.
Dazai starts to thrust up to meet him halfway, earning a low groan of appreciation from Chuuya, and then a louder one when he finds that spot again. Heat coils in Chuuya’s stomach, a tight knot being pulled tighter and tighter with every thrust.
Dazai lets go of Chuuya’s hips in order to give his cock a few strokes, and that’s enough for Chuuya to spill white over Dazai’s stomach. Even when oversensitive, he keeps his motion going long enough for Dazai’s thrusts to turn erratic and then come to a finish, Dazai coming inside of him with a long, wordless cry.
Eventually, Chuuya pulls off of Dazai and flops next to him on the bed. He feels sweaty and gross and totally satisfied in a way that he rarely does after drinking. Dazai’s petting his hair, which is nice.
Dazai starts to laugh, and Chuuya turns to look at him. “What’s so funny?”
“I just realized I never actually answered your question.” Dazai gives him a genuine-looking smile. “Well, now I have to say I’d pick you, don’t I?”
“You’d better, asshole.” There’s no real heat behind Chuuya’s words as he curls up closer.