Continuation for bandagedheart.

[thesettingsun]

[Very few people get this dressed up for a bar crawl. It looks like it'd be hell to wash, and the only reason you'd wear it out to the bar is an obsession with fashion.

So that's one clue about who this patron sitting at a table is, since he forgot to tell other-Dazai how to identify himself. As for him, when he sees Dazai come in with bandages visible on his arms, he makes an (incorrect) assumption that this is the injury that caused that text and thus this is Dazai.

Well, he's half right, at least.]

Dazai!

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[bandagedheart]

[You can bet Dazai is saving these for future use. And blackmail material.

He languidly rubs himself through his pants as he types, now fully hard and eager to continue. Shuji may not be too talkative for a bit, but Dazai will still make his thoughts known.]

Gorgeous.

You were made for this, weren’t you? Your body is something to be used for pleasure, and you’ve mastered it.

I want you to keep riding it until you come without touching your cock.

[thesettingsun]

[The next picture that arrives a couple minutes later: Shuji with his stomach splattered with his own come. The toy is still inside him, and his expression is exhausted but satisfied.

Now that he's not currently busy fucking himself, he adds a message.]

You can use me any way you want, master.

[bandagedheart]

[More ammunition to keep in Dazai’s arsenal. Splendid.]

Come to me as soon as you get a chance.

I have something else I’d like to give you.

[thesettingsun]

Be there in 30 minutes.

[It takes a little longer than normal to get dressed and ready, but in 30 minutes he's at the door of Dazai's apartment. His stomach has been cleaned off, and nobody looking at him would guess that he's just fucked himself for the amusement of his master.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai is right there to let Shuji in, smiling all the while. He always gets what he wants, and this time is no different. He ushers Shuji instead before crowding him up against the door, breath hot against Shuji’s lips.]

You were very good today, pet. I got so very excited seeing those photos~

[But then Dazai suddenly backs off, leaving Shuji at the door.]

I have a few things for you. But first, what’s your favorite food, hmm?

[thesettingsun]

[Is this more of Dazai teasing him? Shuji has to bite back a whine when Dazai backs off and doesn't kiss him, and his expression still shows how disappointed he is.]

Thank you, Dazai-sama. Steamed flounder is my favorite.

[...usually with a considerable amount of seasoning added to it, but he didn't bring his usual seasoning to Dazai's house like he does to the library's dining hall.]

[bandagedheart]

Then I’ll treat you to some! How does that sound?

[He knows a few good restaurants in the area (and has slept with many waitresses from them as well), so finding a place won’t be difficult.]

Today I have a simple request for you, Kitten.

[Dazai approaches Shuji and tilts his chin up before pressing a too chaste to the corner of his lips.]

Are you ready to wear your collar out in public?

[thesettingsun]

[Begging shamelessly for Dazai to fuck him in his apartment has had the element that no one else would possibly find out about it. Shuji certainly isn't going to tell anyone, and Dazai knows that going back on his end of the deal would cost him a pet.

Wearing the collar in public... Shuji hesitates.

...but it really is a pretty collar that looks good on him. And it's just to a restaurant. They probably won't see anyone Shuji knows - god help him if they do.]

Yes, master.

[He's still nervous, but it'll probably be fine.]

[bandagedheart]

Good! Then I’ll be right back!

[Dazai disappears upstairs for a moment before reappearing with the collar in hand, and he snaps it around Shuji’s neck with a grin.]

Beautiful!

[Dazai seems rather pleased as he leads Shuji out to his personal car, and like a perfect gentleman he opens the door for him and everything, as if he’s not being a complete jackass otherwise.

The restaurant they arrive at is rather ritzy, but not so much that suits are expected, and the bar is quite large and impressive, so of course that’s where Dazai heads first, Shuji in tow. The bartender seems to recognize Dazai, though Shuji gets an odd look before she takes their order.]

Whiskey for me~ What’ll you have, Shuji-kun?

[thesettingsun]

[The bar is really nice. Dazai is being good to him, and it's almost enough to calm Shuji down.]

I'll have a whiskey as well.

[Now that he's less nervous about immediately being called out on being a perv in public, he takes a better look around - and freezes, too terrified even to scream.

Further down the bar is a tiny blond who doesn't look like he's even old enough to be here. He hasn't glanced their way yet, but the moment he does, Shuji knows Chuuya will immediately notice him and oh no oh no oh no...

He can't even explain to Dazai why he's radiating so much pure terror right now just because of the midget he's staring at.]

[bandagedheart]

[It’s a good thing most collars can pass as fashion accessories these days...the “Kitten” tag is a bit obvious, but not many people stop and stare long enough to read it, so Shuji is in luck.

The bartender brings their drinks, and Dazai is about to make a private toast to their relationship when he notices Shuji go white as a sheet.]

Is something wrong, Kitten?

[He follows Shuji’s line of sight to a tiny blond a few seats down, and immediately he puts two and two together. This is obviously someone Shuji knows, because he looks absolutely mortified about potentially being caught wearing a collar.

But Dazai is good at playing dumb.]

Oh? Did someone catch your eye? Blondes do have more fun, they say~

[goatsongs]

[The mention of blondes is what gets Chuuya to glance over, just in case he's the one being talked about.

Seeing Shuji in a collar is what gets Chuuya to get off his stool and approach them, wearing a smirk that can't be anything but a sign of impending bullying.]

Fancy seeing you here, peach blossom bastard~

[Shuji gulps.] H...hey, Chuuya...

You should introduce me to your friend here.

[No. He can't. Shuji will die.]

[bandagedheart]

Well hello there~

[Dazai is over being surprised at the coincidences with names, but he can’t help but be amused at how this Chuuya is also incredibly tiny.]

The name is Dazai Osamu. Yes, yes, the very same as Shuji-kun!

[He chuckles, and though he should probably politely ask Chuuya to leave to spare poor Shuji any more embarrassment, he’s far too intrigued to leave it alone now.]

You two know each other?

[goatsongs]

Not as well as you apparently know him. We met a couple times when we were alive.

[...Because of course, if Shuji is letting this guy put a collar on him in public, he must have told him about the dead author thing by now, right?

Shuji is too busy shrinking back in fear to remember that's a thing he was trying not to let Dazai know about.]

[bandagedheart]

Oh?

[He may be a genius, but even Dazai is confused about the “when we were alive” part. That’s going to be a long, drawn out discussion once they get back to Dazai’s apartment, for sure. But for now he plays along.]

Shuji-kun! Why are you so afraid? Chuuya-san seems charming!

[Now he’s really being a jackass.]

[thesettingsun]

Am I still being punished...?

[WHY IS DAZAI HURTING HIM LIKE THIS.

Chuuya wrinkles his nose.] That's between you and him, "Kitten".

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai sighs before downing the rest of his whiskey.]

I think I should probably take this poor Kitten home before he passes out!

[They can get food elsewhere. Something tells him that Shuji isn’t hungry anymore anyway.]

[goatsongs]

[Shuji has lost his entire appetite, forever.

Chuuya laughs and shakes his head.] I'll see you later.

B-bye...

[Chuuya throws some money on the bar and heads out, back to the library to tell basically everyone else Shuji knows about this nonsense.

In the meantime, Shuji just plasters himself to Dazai's side. Chuuya not being in the room calms him down a little, but that was still terrifying.]

[bandagedheart]

What was that about?

[He means Shuji cowering in the face of the tiniest adult Dazai has ever seen.]

Do you want to talk at home, hmm?

[thesettingsun]

Let's go home. ...It's kind of a long story.

[Can he at least not announce that he's a dead guy in a public restaurant.]

[bandagedheart]

Hmm...alright.

[It’s a good thing that Dazai didn’t get the chance to drink very much; he’s sober enough to drive them back to his apartment, but the trip there is none too pleasant. Dazai’s cheeriness has flown right out the window, and once they get inside he sits on the couch and beckons Shuji over.]

Come here, Kitten.

[He points to the spot next to his feet.]

Sit.

[thesettingsun]

[The trip is uncomfortable, and Shuji spends the ride fidgeting and staring at his hands rather than dare to look at Dazai's expression.

He sits at Dazai's feet when ordered, head bowed in contrition.

He Fucked Up.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai isn’t terribly cruel, and he rewards Shuji with a pat to the head before tilting his chin up so that he can gaze into those pretty golden eyes.]

Tell me everything you’ve been keeping a secret from me, Kitten.

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai is merciful after all...

Everything spills out in a rush. Every word of it is the truth, and Dazai knows how bad a liar Shuji is.]

I'm the spirit of a dead author who was summoned to fight monsters inside of books, 'Dazai Osamu' died in 1948, Odasaku and Chuuya and the others are also the spirits of dead authors, and I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd believe me, I won't hide anything from you anymore, master.

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai is silent for a moment as he lets all of that sink in. Being a master of bullshit himself, he can almost always tell when someone is lying, and considering how shitty of a liar Shuji is in the first place, Dazai is inclined to believe him.

He’s more upset with himself for not figuring it out sooner, even if Shuji gave him no reason to suspect he was inhuman.]

I see.

[He supposes it’s irrelevant in the grand scheme of things; Shuji looks and feels human, after all, so this shouldn’t interfere with their relationship.]

You can fight, then? [A hum.] I’m a bit surprised, considering how terrified you were of your Chuuya.