crowspace | Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

Holy shit...that’s a lot of dead guys running around.

[At least he’s assuming that they’re mostly male, considering tiny-Chuuya has only brought up other guys so far.]

I don’t mind my coworkers. It’s Dazai I can’t fucking stand.

[God, if there were a way to switch Dazai’s he totally would. Screw that bandage wasting machine.]

Are any of them as good looking as you?

[Silver-tongued devil.]

You flatterer.

[Not that Chuuya minds.]

And depends on your taste. Ozaki's the prettiest one, I'm not going to fight him for that title.

[They are indeed mostly male, including Ozaki Kouyou.]

It’s not flattery if it’s true.

[He totally means it, but a small part of him is curious about these other dead authors.]

Yeah? Well, not to brag, but I think the title of “prettiest mafioso” goes to yours truly.

[Akutagawa is a close second, but that shirt is a fashion disaster.]

Not that looks are all that matters. Being able to kick ass is also pretty impressive.

Oh, that was never up for debate. There's a reason I figured you had a knife on you.

[Chuuya carries himself like a guy who's armed and dangerous.]

I’m pretty fond of knives, actually. For several reasons.

[Knifeplay? Hell yes.]

I do have another question, but it might piss you off.

[Chuuya takes another sip of liquid courage before continuing.]

Are you banging anyone besides me right now?

Not right now.

[The last time had been drunk sex with Ango about a week before he and other-Chuuya had their first hookup. Chuuya doesn't dislike Ango, not really, but he also can't get along with him - though in this case it's because Ango bullies him rather than the other way around.]

What about you?

Nope. Not right now.

[A couple weeks before his hookup with tiny-Chuuya he’d had a veritable fuckfest with Dazai, but of course it hadn’t meant anything. Nothing between them ever has.

Other-Chuuya is the closest Chuuya has ever come to an actual partner.]

For the record, you’re good company.

...Heh. Good to know.

[The smile Chuuya gives the other Chuuya is a touch softer than his usual.]

I'd be disappointed if how weird my whole situation is drove you off. And it's pretty goddamn weird, I won't lie.

[Chuuya returns that smile with an equally soft one, and for once he doesn’t order another drink the second his glass is empty.

Curiousity overpowers his need for booze right now.]

You don’t have to say, but...how did you die?

[God what a weird question to ask someone...]

[It's a weird question, and an unpleasant one. Chuuya grimaces, just for a second.]

Cerebral meningitis. I can't tell you what it feels like to die because my brain had gone by then, sorry if you wanted to know.

[...not that sorry. He doesn't like dwelling on it.]

...oh. That sucks.

[Well. He did ask.]

Well, at any rate, I’m glad you’re here now. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.

[...That sounded uncomfortably genuine, which is why Chuuya doesn't call him a flatterer again. Instead he takes a sip of his whiskey and looks away.

There's a pause before he speaks up again.]

Do you know anything about the Nakahara family?

[They wouldn't be his descendants, not directly, but his brothers' children's children...]

[Family is something Chuuya never really gives much thought to, considering he has no idea what having one is like. Yeah yeah, the Mafia is pretty much a big, dysfunctional family itself, but he’d rather avoid referring to it as such considering that he’s fucked a couple of its members.]

Nah. I was raised by my mentor in the Mafia. Never knew my parents, let alone any of the rest of my family.

[A pause as he pops a cocktail cherry into his mouth.]

Why?

Just wondering.

[...It's probably better that he doesn't know if any of his brothers' grandchildren are around. He shouldn't have asked.]

Sorry to hear that.

Don’t be. Can’t miss what you never had, right?

[Chuuya shrugs. He really isn’t all that broken up about it. If anything he thinks it was probably for the best, because what parents want their child to grow up to be a Mafioso?]

Kinda weird that our names are the same, but I’m gonna pretend there’s no way we could be related, for my own sanity.

[He can deal with fucking a dead guy that bleeds ink. Incest? Not so much.]

So stabbing your hand didn’t hurt? Like, at all?

If it helps, it's a hundred percent impossible for you to be descended from me. My brothers, maybe.

[Which is still weird, and he understands the incest qualms, but also it's not like other-Chuuya grew up in a family environment anyway. And they'll probably never know.]

Of course it hurt, I still have nerves. You should be pretty sure I can feel things you do to me by now.

[It's not like he's quiet about it.]

[Chuuya huffs a laugh at that, because yes indeed, he knows very well just how much other-Chuuya can feel in bed. He almost feels bad for whoever resides in the room next to other-Chuuya’s. Almost.]

I just meant that you didn’t even flinch from the pain.

[It’s a sobering thought that it might very well be because other-Chuuya is so used to being injured that a mere knife wound is no big deal.]

Or is that just cause of the booze?

[Izumi Kyouka has given up banging on his wall when the Chuuyas get loud.]

Nah. I get a hell of a lot worse every work day.

[Alcohol's only good for numbing emotional pain.]

[Chuuya is quiet for a moment. The more he gets to know tiny-Chuuya the more he realizes that he’s eternally trying to distract himself from something, and Chuuya can only guess it has to do with his past.]

What if I gave you a massage? Like when you come back to your room. It won’t heal any wounds but it might feel good.

[A temporary solution, but the offer still stands.]

I'd have to be an idiot to say no to that.

[Since honestly that sounds amazing, especially since he already knows how talented other-Chuuya's hands are.]

Thanks, Chuuya. Don't worry about the wounds, I can fix those up easy.

[With drinking ink, sure, but they'll heal.]

Well then, whenever you’re ready, I’ll follow you back to the library.

[Surprisingly enough Chuuya is only slightly buzzed instead of completely shitfaced, and the way back to the library is much easier to navigate when he isn’t staggering everywhere. When they arrive back at other-Chuuya’s room, Chuuya sheds his coat, hat, and gloves before gesturing to the bed with a smirk.]

Strip down and I’ll give you that massage.

[Chuuya is his standard level of buzzed, which is to say that he's not falling around everywhere either or slurring just yet.

Stripping for other-Chuuya is something he does a lot, anyway. He could probably get naked in his sleep. It takes him only a minute or two, a large percentage of which was putting his hat away carefully and just leaving all his other clothes in a heap on the floor, before he's naked and lying on his stomach.]

Someone’s eager~

[Chuuya isn’t complaining about the lack of a slow, sexy striptease this time, because that’s hardly the point of this, anyway. If he wanted to fuck right off the bat he’d just say so, and in all honestly they probably will, but for now Chuuya is intent on relieving some of the awful tension within this tiny man.

To add to the experience, Chuuya strips down bare himself, because there are very few things that feel better than skin warm against skin. He climbs on the bed and straddles tiny-Chuuya before his hands begin to work their magic by kneading the muscles of tiny-Chuuya’s shoulders.]

Feel good so far?

[Like Mafia-Chuuya might have expected, Poet-Chuuya is tense as fuck. We're talking knots on top of knots here just in the shoulders.

This man has no concept of relaxation.]

God, that feels great... Where'd you learn to do this?

Practice~

[Massages always impress his partners, and usually end up earning him one in return, or at the very least a handjob. However, this time Chuuya has no ulterior motive; he simply wants to help tiny-Chuuya relax.

He takes his time working out each knot carefully, thumbs pressing into bare skin to work their magic.]

What, you’ve never had a massage before? That’s a shame.

[Chuuya presses a soft kiss right between tiny-Chuuya’s shoulder blades as his hands wander lower to begin a back massage.]

Another reason you should keep me around~

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