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From a vague business rivals au. Â Can we show a little discipline?Â
Dazai shouldnât be there.
He shouldnât have met with Chuuya in the first place, shouldnât have asked him to go for drinks in that back-alley bar. Â He should have walked away from Nakahara Chuuya the moment Fukuzawa pointed to him and said that was who Dazai was negotiating business terms with. Mori could fuck himself anyways.Â
But the reason Dazai didnât tell Fukuzawa that Kunikida would be better for the job was the exact reason he stood in Chuuyaâs tiny kitchen now, with months of half-spun ideas making it hard to breathe.  Dazai just couldnât help but want to push his buttons, couldnât stay away, just wanted to keep on pushing while that fine-boned face shattered with hundred emotions bright as broken glass. Â
Chuuya was a licking flame, alive in a way that reminded Dazai just how hollowed out his own insides were, and hell if he didnât want Chuuya to burn him up. Â
âI hate you,â Chuuya was saying, casually swirling his glass, like announcing it would nullify the fact that heâd stood from the bar and said pointedly to Dazai that he was going home for better wine. Â
Chuuya took a sip, watching Dazai carefully over the rim, but Dazai was following the bob of his throat beneath the choker he wore.
âClearly,â Dazai said, leaning against the counter. Â There were a few beaded drops of wine at the corner of Chuuyaâs mouth. Â He really ought to leave. Â But Chuuyaâs eyes were flashing indignant and Dazai just had to dig a little further under his skin.Â
He drank from the glass Chuuya had offered with open pride and a faint grin curling at his mouth. Â âThatâs what the wine is about.â Â He titled his head and pushed away from the counter, taking a step towards Chuuya. Â âIs it poisoned? Â Maybe we should trade glasses.â
Chuuya narrowed his eyes, lips curling up to bare his teeth. Â âI poisoned both to get away from your miserable ass.â
âHow stupid,â Dazai said. He took another step forward.  For someone so slender, Chuuya seemed to bend the room to tilt in towards himself.  Chuuyaâs eyes widened.  âLet me try yours,â Dazai said.  His veins were singing at the rush of danger Chuuyaâs flames offered.
âI hope you die,â Chuuya murmured. Â He tipped, so slightly, into Dazaiâs space.
âMe too.â Â Dazai set his glass on the counter next to Chuuya and brushed a finger under his chin at the same time Chuuya rolled his eyes.
âPredictable,â Chuuya huffed, jaw moving against Dazaiâs fingers. Â His skin was hot and his breath tickled Dazaiâs cheek just as Dazai flicked his tongue across the droplets of wine at the corner of his mouth. Â Chuuyaâs breath hitched.
âDefinitely poisoned,â Dazai purred against Chuuyaâs jaw. Â âToo late now.â
âMmm,â Chuuya hummed. Â âFor you, maybe.â Â His hands were empty and creeping up Dazaiâs chest. Â Dazai hoped he didnât feel his heart leaning too heavy against his ribs.
Chuuya turned at the same time Dazai did, blind and wine-stained and sharp-toothed.
It was a game and Dazai was going to lose. Â He just couldnât help but want to drown. Â And burn. Â And shatter like Chuuyaâs temper.
He curled a finger up underneath Chuuyaâs choker and grinned into the shuddering breath Chuuya exhaled.