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]

[Chuuya is quick on his feet, and he swiftly dodges the blow aimed at his neck. There’s a fierceness in Shuji’s eyes that was absent before, one that Chuuya has seen many times in the past.

Shuji intends to end his life tonight. Not gonna happen.

Chuuya ducks beneath the scythe and aims a punch to Shuji’s gut, putting the full force of his ability behind it.]

[thesettingsun]

[There's no way for Shuji to block or avoid that punch. And with the full force of Chuuya's ability behind it...

Chuuya punches straight through Shuji's gut, coming through to the other side.

On any human being, that would be a wound that would, if not cause instant death, certainly remove their ability to keep fighting. Shuji's grip on his scythe even starts to go slack.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

That’s what you get...

[Chuuya always surprises himself at his own strength, and punching straight through Shuji is a feat he hadn’t even realized he was capable of without Corruption. He pulls his fist out when he sees Shuji’s grip slacken, his arm covered in some kind of black substance...

So whaddya know. The guy wasn’t human after all. But it doesn’t matter. He’s as good as dead.]

See you in hell, asshole.

[Chuuya makes the very grave mistake of turning his back to Shuji then, not keen on watching him die.]

[thesettingsun]

[Chuuya doesn't get to see the blue and purple marks spread across Shuji's skin.

It's a grave mistake. Because a spirit like Shuji has to already be weakened before he can be killed. And while a wound like that will weaken Shuji, he can still fight.

Because-

Chuuya has to die for my master to be happy.

That's all it takes to will his body into action.

The movement is sudden, a sharp pull of Shuji's scythe towards Chuuya's neck. Chuuya had ducked underneath it to punch Shuji in the first place, so he's caught between the sharp edge of the blade and Shuji's body.

If nothing else, having his back to Shuji means Chuuya won't have to see his expression.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[It’s over far too quickly, way before Chuuya can ever see it coming. In the blink of an eye twenty-two years of life come to an end, and Chuuya falls to his knees, drenched in crimson. His last thoughts are pleasant at least, and there may just be a hint of a smile on his lips as he draws his last breath.

Chuuya Nakahara is dead.]

[thesettingsun]

[And good riddance.

It takes Shuji a minute, in his weakened state, to remember the ink that's in one of his pockets. But he does, and he downs the whole bottle, and the marks clear off his skin as the healing clears his head. The hole in his gut isn't there anymore, though there is still a bruise - he should have brought more ink.

Good enough. Shuji kicks Chuuya's corpse in the head before he leaves.

There's only a little bit of blood on his clothes, and far more ink. Shuji doesn't fear the walk home, and he gets only a few glances, the kind appropriate for seeing someone with messy clothes walking down the street. No one is suspicious.

He returns home. Dazai, of course, will know what Shuji's clothes having a large ink spot around the gut actually means.]

Dazai-sama, I'm back.

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai knows exactly what that spot means, and he immediately rises from his spot on the bed to greet Shuji at the door. He looks...worried. What an odd expression on him.]

Are you alright, Kitten? Do you need more ink?

[Dazai is ready to grab more if he needs to.

He doesn’t ask about Chuuya. Not yet.]

[thesettingsun]

[A worried expression does seem a little out of place on Dazai's face.]

I'm okay. Not totally healed, but it's just bruises, nothing serious. I'll drink some ink later.

[He has a decent stock of ink here, since he can't rely on the library having as much as he needs to heal himself anymore.]

[bandagedheart]

Alright.

[It’s then that he sees the blood on Shuji’s clothes, and he knows that Chuuya is dead.

Shuji might’ve swung the blade, but Dazai is the one who killed him.]

Did anyone see you?

[thesettingsun]

Nobody near the body.

[Chuuya's 'the body' now.]

I passed people on the way back, but it's not like I have bloodstains or anything.

[bandagedheart]

Very well.

[Dazai strokes Shuji’s cheek gently.]

Go shower, Kitten. I’ll be upstairs to meet you shortly.

[Meanwhile he’ll get himself pleasantly buzzed on fine whiskey.]

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji smiles and nods, before going to follow Dazai's instructions.

He picks up one of his inkwells on the way and downs the whole thing, clearing up the last of his injuries. Then he pulls off his inkstained clothes and takes his shower.

By the time he's done, there isn't a speck of ink or blood on him. His hands, like the rest of him, are clean.

When Dazai comes upstairs, Shuji will be laying in their bed in his nightrobe, looking entirely content.]

[bandagedheart]

[Even Dazai is impressed with how frigid Shuji is acting about this entire affair, and that’s really saying something. The way he looks so warm and comfortable sprawled out on the bed, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world...

Dazai smells like whiskey, and he’s drunk enough not to care about much of anything right now. Pleasantly numb...]

Looks like you’re all healed. I’m glad.

[Dazai sits down next to Shuji on the bed, sipping at the glass of whiskey in his hands.]

You did well.

[thesettingsun]

[It was an order from Dazai, so it was the correct thing to do. The only thing to do. Why should Shuji have regrets about securing his master's happiness?]

Thank you, Dazai-sama.

[Shuji snuggles into Dazai's side. The blankets are warm, but he'd rather share Dazai's warmth any day.]

[bandagedheart]

[Dazai chuckles before setting his drink aside and pulling Shuji closer on the bed. Aside from the booze, he can think of another kind of distraction for himself, and he slips a hand beneath Shuji’s robe to slide over his chest.]

All healed, I see~

[His fingers brush over Shuji’s abdomen, teasing.]

I’m glad to see that.

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji shivers beneath Dazai's feather-light touch.]

I don't want you to worry about my health. Or about causing me pain when you don't mean to.

[Causing him pain when he does mean to is fine, of course.]

[bandagedheart]

How can I not? I love you, Kitten.

[He says in his lowest, most sugary-sweet voice, his hand brushing over Shuji’s hip, but purposely avoiding his cock.]

Should I spoil you tonight?

[thesettingsun]

I love you too.

[Shuji's already half-hard, and Dazai has barely touched him. Soon it won't take more than Dazai's voice to get him all the way there.]

If you think I did well, then... I'd like that, master.

[bandagedheart]

You did.

[Dazai pushes Shuji’s robe open then and climbs on top of him, his mouth finding one of Shuji’s nipples and sucking on it gently.

It won’t be quite this gentle the whole time though, of course.]

What will you call me tonight, Kitten? Master? Dazai-sama? Daddy?

[thesettingsun]

[Not gentle the whole night, and Shuji prefers it that way. Though Dazai on top of him is always a sight that leaves him short of breath, even without Dazai's lips drawing a soft moan from him before he can answer the question.]

God - my god.

[He's all of those things, of course. But it feels right to worship him tonight.]

[bandagedheart]

Good choice~

[You won’t hear him complain! He kisses and nips his way down Shuji’s body, purposely brushing past his groin to bite at his inner thighs.]

I’ll never doubt your loyalty.

[Not after tonight. Shuji has more than proved himself loyal, and Dazai wants to reward him for it.]

Anything you desire specifically?

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai is teasing him. And he's doing an excellent job of it too - Shuji's shuddering and aching by the time Dazai starts nipping at his thigh, flushed down to his collarbone.

Anything he wants specifically...?]

May I kiss you?

[He wants a lot of things, so many that whatever Dazai came up with would almost certainly be one of them. But if he had to pick one thing to ask for, it'd be that.]

[bandagedheart]

[What a sweet request.]

Of course you can.

[And he’ll lean up to do just that, capturing Shuji’s lips in a heated kiss. He adores his Kitten so much, how could he not indulge him? Though his lips taste of whiskey now, but he doubts Shuji cares.]

[thesettingsun]

[Shuji doesn't mind the taste of whiskey. Even if Dazai tasted like Listerine, Shuji would still find his kiss sweet.

He meets Dazai's lips with just as much passion, if not more. His hands tangle loosely in Dazai's hair, something grounding when he's almost overwhelmed by joy and pleasure.

Of course, mere mortals weren't meant to be able to survive the presence of a god.]

[bandagedheart]

[Shuji is already so eager, and Dazai has only kissed him and teased him a little. He really does enjoy this side of him, and he rewards it by sliding his tongue past Shuji’s lips and into his mouth to deepen the kiss.

All the while his hands wander Shuji’s body, appreciating every inch of it that he can reach. Soon enough he expects Shuji to get hard with a single command from his Master, and be ready for him at any time. That’s what he’s training him for.

He sucks on Shuji’s tongue, humming at the taste of him.]