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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[thetaintedsorrow]

[Don't call him a midget, Shuji. Not if you want to keep your kneecaps.]

No, but I can help you. What the fuck was that, exactly?? Letting him call you Kitten? That’s a new one.

[Chuuya pushes off the wall and gets all up in Shuji’s personal space, radiating irritation.]

You’re his new toy, nothing more. I hope you know that.

[thesettingsun]

[In any other circumstance, Shuji is a pacifier, agreeing to whatever the person clearly angry and in his space says in order to keep his kneecaps, even if he's blatantly lying.

The exception: when they're shit-talking someone he admires.]

I don't remember asking you for 'help'. You've got no business talking about him like that.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Do you even know a single goddamn thing about his past?

[Chuuya might as well be a porcupine with how prickly he is right now.]

No. He wouldn’t tell you anything relevant. He tends to leave that out when he’s trying to manipulate people.

[How could someone so tiny have so much pent up anger?]

I know because I was his partner. In the Mafia.

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji's met a tinier Chuuya than this one. He knows.

As for that information...]

...Why would that matter to me?

[Sure, if he was in the mafia, he probably murdered and tortured a lot of people along with a laundry list of other crimes.

But what does Shuji care about that?

It's less a defensive question than it is genuinely confused about why Shuji would possibly care about Dazai's past.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Damn. This guy is fucking twisted if he doesn’t bat an eyelash at that reveal. Maybe he and Dazai really are perfect for each other.]

Fine. Keep on thinking he’s got your best interests at heart. I was just trying to give you a fair warning that moving in with him would be a huge fucking mistake, but obviously he’s already brainwashed you into thinking he cares.

[Chuuya huffs a dry, humorless laugh.]

You’re not the only one he’s fucked and made feel special, you know.

[thesettingsun]

He doesn't have to care. I'm happy if he does, but he doesn't have to care to be my master.

[He just has to praise Shuji and tell him he's pleasing him. It doesn't have to be because Dazai cares about him as a person, as long as Shuji's efforts get rewarded.

Maybe they are made for each other. Maybe the smile Shuji gives isn't entirely all there.]

Now, if you'll get out of my way, I have some things of mine to pack up and move.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Your Master???

[.........

Okay, yeah. This guy is bonkers. Like, Akutagawa levels of obsession with Dazai. Maybe worse.

Whatever. He’s too sober for this.]

Okay. Whatever. Go for it, then.

[Chuuya is going to step into Dazai’s room to deliver some news about ADA/Mafia business, but if Shuji is that obsessed, he may have something to say about it.]

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji is going to glare holes in Chuuya's back, but if he was here to hurt Dazai he wouldn't bother trying to convince Shuji not to move in with him, so after a bit of waiting (just to make sure there's no sounds of a fight from inside), Shuji leaves. He has packing to do.

The important possessions of his are his books and his clothes. Everything else can be left behind - Dazai's apartment is already furnished and they'll be sharing a bed. He doesn't bother to tell anyone that he's moving out, just dashes out a quick note and leaves it on his now-empty dresser.

There's moderate concern when Oda finds that note an hour or so later, but this isn't actually out of character for Shuji, so for now his coworkers will leave him be.

Not that Shuji cares. After finding somewhere to put his clothes and his books, he climbs into Dazai's bed to take a long, peaceful nap.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai’s visit with Chuuya is extremely brief; his former partner seemed even more grumpy than usual, and left shortly after delivering the news that Fyodor has been spotted. Most likely on purpose, of course. Dazai has a plan; one that involves Fitzgerald, actually, but it’ll have to wait until he can, you know, walk a decent distance without collapsing.

He’s discharged the next morning, and after being picked up in an ADA sponsored vehicle, is dropped off at his apartment to recover for a few days. In which he hopes that nothing goes wrong.

This time he’d informed Shuji of his status throughout the night, and he’s delighted to see his Kitten waiting for him in his bed. He crawls in right next to him a presses a soft kiss to his forehead.]

Welcome home.

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji had been laying in bed - their bed - to wait for Dazai, checking his texts religiously to not miss a single update and answering each of Dazai's texts. 'Can't wait to see you.' 'I'll unlock the door for you.' 'I adore you.'

His collar is on, now a more-or-less permanent fixture on his neck now. Besides that, he's still wearing his pajamas, not having had much reason to get up yet.]

Welcome home, Dazai-sama.

[Shuji kisses Dazai's cheek in return.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai is enjoying this warm, fuzzy feeling, but he’s also curious...]

Did you run into Chuuya on your way out of the hospital? Short, red hair, ridiculous hat?

[thesettingsun]

Right outside your room. Of course he's a Nakahara Chuuya...

[Okay, now he's grumpy.]

He said he used to be your partner in the mafia and tried to convince me not to move in with you. He can go fuck off.

[bandagedheart]

[Okay, Dazai can’t help but laugh at that.]

That’s what Chuuya does. Don’t let it get to you.

[He purposely avoids mentioning the Mafia thing.]

Obviously his opinion had no impact on your decision.

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai's laugh is always good at cheering Shuji back up, at least.]

The opinions of idiots don't matter to me. I'm here for good, Dazai-sama.

[bandagedheart]

Glad to hear it.

[Chuuya HAD made an offhand comment about Dazai’s new pet being “goddamn bonkers”...he wonders what had transpired between them out in the hall. If only he hadn’t fallen asleep!]

No killing him now, got it? He’s still useful.

[It’s meant to be a joke...but with Shuji’s level of dedication, he can’t be so sure that murder didn’t cross his mind.]

[thesettingsun]

[He wouldn't have killed him, probably. Just stabbed him a few times, or until he stopped moving.

But it did cross his mind.]

Whatever you want. It's more effort than he's worth anyway.

[bandagedheart]

You’re not to instigate a fight with Chuuya or any of the other Port Mafia members, do you understand?

[Dazai looks deathly serious as he says that, but it’s purely for Shuji’s safety. Dazai knows better than anyone just how brutal their methods can be.

But that stern look quickly fades as he strokes under Shuji’s chin as if he’s an actual cat.]

Now, what would you like to do tonight, Kitten?

[thesettingsun]

I understand, master.

[Of course Dazai's concerned about him picking a fight with mafiosos. Shuji knows, on some level, that he'd run a large risk of dying again.

Dazai's concern just proves that Chuuya was wrong about him.]

Since you just came home from the hospital, can I take care of you tonight? I'll do all the work, and all you have to do is enjoy.

[bandagedheart]

Mmm...I’d like that.

[Dazai sheds his coat and vest and lies back, giving Shuji free access to his body before leaning over to fish out a small remote controlled vibrator out of his nightstand drawer. He hands it to Shuji along with a bottle of lube. He keeps the controller to himself, of course.]

I want to watch you stick this inside of you.

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji's glad he didn't go snooping in drawers before, because that would have ruined the surprise of seeing his master pull that out and ask him to put on a show for him that way.

Not that he wouldn't have gladly done it either way, it just wouldn't have been as surprising.

Shuji sheds his pajamas and underwear carefully before slicking his fingers up with lube. He makes sure his legs are spread and Dazai has a nice view of him sliding one finger into himself.]

Ah...

[He'll waste no time in stretching himself out. He wants that vibrator inside of him far more than his own fingers.]

[bandagedheart]

Mmm...that’s a nice view. I ought to have you wear stockings every single day~

[Needless to say, Dazai didn’t get much action in the hospital, so he’s just a bit pent up right now, and he’s hard in record time.]

I missed that ass of yours while I was gone. Are you going to make it up to me, Kitten?

[He knows Shuji will, but why not tease?]

[thesettingsun]

[Well maybe if Dazai doesn't want to be sexually frustrated, he shouldn't get shot again.]

Of course - anything you want...

[He adds a second finger, which should be enough to take the vibrator for Dazai's viewing pleasure.]

[bandagedheart]

[Fair point.

Once Shuji is stretched enough Dazai helps him along by pressing the vibrator inside of him, and he starts out with the vibrations on the lowest setting just to tease.]

Anything? What if I wanted you to dress up in something new everyday?

[thesettingsun]

[It's been a while since Shuji was filled up, and while this vibrator can't compare to Dazai's cock, it still draws out a low groan when Dazai turns on the vibrations.]

I'll wear whatever you want to put me in, Dazai-sama. In public if you ask.

[Even if his taste and Dazai's taste don't always agree, as long as Dazai thinks he looks good, he'll be happy.]

[bandagedheart]

[He’d never put his pet in anything ridiculous! He’s too good looking to be walking around in a banana suit or something.]

You’d make an awfully cute maid~

[Dazai turns up the vibrations just a bit, hoping that he’ll get to hear more lovely sounds from Shuji.]