Chapter Text
The most amusing thing about any kind of meeting that seemed to drag, or somehow go wrong, was always Chuuya's reaction, Dazai found.
Calm, composed, and collected, until he left the room.
Chuuya was a brilliant actor, Dazai could give him that. But the way he muttered curses stomping through the halls until he could slam the emergency exit door open and jump off the fire escape was funny as anything. Dazai watched as Chuuya completed what was now almost a daily ritual, leaning over the railing of the rickety fire escape to watch Chuuya float gracefully to the ground, careful not to cause a scene despite his anger. Couldn't have anyone interrupting his post-meeting smoke, could he?
And this could be quite a busy area. Not at this time, usually, later at night than typical for meetings of this caliber, and the cold that swept through the city when the sun set in Spring often sent people out in their warmer weather clothes scurrying back inside, giving up their pretense that summer had arrived. But police passed these streets frequently, and the cracking of pavement as Chuuya landed would certainly send any officers not quite yet familiar with the workings of the Port Mafia scurrying.
Chuuya glanced back up at him, the brim of his hat tipping back to reveal his face, wearing an expression that said "Follow me and spill what went unsaid there."
It had become a kind of ritual, as a lot of business matters had become much more complex lately. Chuuya, as the previous head of the black jewel market branch operated by the Port Mafia, was closely interlinked with much of what was happening, his successor, Ace, proving to be useless in much relating to anything else regarding Mafia business, leaving more messes to clean up than successes to report frequently. Not only that, but multiple organisations were begining to try changing the terms of their neutrality agreements, and every executive was now getting their hands dirty trying to maintain order.
Tensions were rising across the board, and that meant emergency meetings being called between the five highest ranking executives and Mori more and more frequently. This was the third one of the month, and they weren't long in it now. Youngest executive in history, and his close follower for the title, Chuuya, were headfirst in the mess. While the Dragon's Head Conflict had certainly solidified the Mafia's place in Yokohama's underworld for good, especially once they recovered from their losses, a great many people got too big for their boots and started stomping in them.
When Dazai reached the ground, jumping off the ladder about halfway down the second storey, Chuuya held out his hand expectantly, and Dazai wordlessly reached into his coat, pulling out his lighter and flicking it open, and Chuuya's face glowed in the orange light as he leaned in to light the end of his cigarette, inhaling deeply.
Once Chuuya had taken enough draws that Dazai assumed he would be slightly calmer, he began speaking.
"The inability to trace down the missing jewels will have a devastating affect on the Jewel Trade earnings for the next few months. Profits will tank and long established connections will waver as our partners lose faith in our ability to ensure the safety of our own stock, nevermind theirs. Mori's essentially demanding we find them or find ourselves unable to wash the smell of blood out of our clothes for the next year."
"Fuck," Chuuya muttered, glaring at the burning paper like it offended him personally. Dazai snorted with amusement, plucking the cigarette away to bring it to his own lips, stepping closer and grinning as he blew the smoke back at Chuuya.
"We've handled worse. What? Jewels got your panties in a twist suddenly?" he teased. He knew it was stressing Chuuya out more than he was letting on — and he was already acting like it was all on his own shoulders to fix.
"You know how much work I put into that trade. Hell, I know how much work you put into it first," Chuuya responded lowly. "Yeah, they're fucking twisted. It took one incompetent bastard and months of work is useless."
Dazai hummed, considering the words as he tried to determine how many drags he could take before Chuuya killed him based on how angry he sounded. Probably none, he determined, but he took another anyway and held onto it, waiting for Chuuya's impatience to rise — and there it was, a tell-tale twitch in his undereye.
"Mori expects us to fix it," he said with a shrug. "We're supposedly his best team, surely we can handle something as small as this no problem?"
"When you hunt the bastards who took it down I'll go in and deal with them accordingly, but ya have to actually do it first." Chuuya snatched the cigarette back, flicking the ash off. "Tell me we can handle it when we're not being threatened to ensure we will."
Dazai clicked his tongue.
"Fair enough."
He thought for a moment, watching Chuuya smoke but not stepping away again, aware Chuuya didn't either, instead standing close enough that the smoke blew into his face without Chuuya intending to do it on purpose.
"Ace is... not who I would have chosen to lead the Jewel Trade," Dazai started slowly, and Chuuya scoffed.
"You didn't need to tell me that."
"...I think he's likely smuggling. This is most likely an inside job. Testing the waters." He smirked. "Poorly, though."
Chuuya looked back at Dazai, his cigarette finally burning out to the filter, and he crushed it under his heel.
"You reckon Mori knows?"
"No doubt. I can't imagine what he's planning, but there's a reason that he hasn't fired Ace already. 'Fired'. Had him executed. He wants that shipment back without fire falling onto Ace. He expects us to handle it discreetly."
He could see the emotion on Chuuya's face as his expression twisted, anger rising again.
"He knows what a fucking risk this is? I can't believe— That slimy, overconfident, shitty bastard—" Chuuya broke off his angry tirade to pat his pockets down again. Dazai quirked an eyebrow, and had to stifle a laugh when Chuuya found his pack empty, only seeming to increase his fury further.
"The fuck are you laughing at!" Chuuya snapped. "I'd take the Jewel Trade over myself again if I wasn't so busy with international relationships, I don't have time for this shit!"
"Neither do I," Dazai responded with a shrug. "With conflicts breaking out daily, there's not been a day I've had a break for weeks. You think I enjoy working this much either?"
"Of course you wouldn't, what answer do you expect to that? I swear the only reason you work is the risk that it'll kill you some day."
Dazai grinned.
"And hey, the consequences of not tracking down those Jewels might."
"Insufferable bastard!" Chuuya snapped as he lost his patience once more. "I am sick of these meetings. You find that shipment or I'll kill you myself, and it will be painful."
Dazai wrinkled his nose, and that was enough for Chuuya's composure to snap, and he shoved Dazai back, pressing him back against the wall and finding purchase around his neck as his other hand lost no time in finding his belt.
Dazai winced at the shock of being shoved against the wall, but wasn't surprised, nearly expecting it, and he just relaxed into it, tilting his head back just enough to expose his throat further, swallowing and feeling his Adam's apple press against Chuuya's palm, the pressure delicious. His hands made quick work of moving over Chuuya's body, able to feel lean muscle through his clothes, shameless in the way he ran a hand up the arm pressing him against the wall just to feel the flexed bicep.
"Spread," Chuuya demanded, and Dazai did, missing the hand around his throat almost desperately as Chuuya dropped to his knees, pulling Dazai's trousers and underwear down just enough to free his quickly hardening cock.
"Could've warned me," Dazai commented with amusement, the immediate arousal obvious in his voice. "Not complaining, but if I'd have known this was where you'd head for stress relief tonight, I'd have worn a lacier number," he added slightly sarcastically.
"I'm out of cigarettes," Chuuya practically growled in response, and Dazai shrugged, deciding not to inform Chuuya of the reason he'd been carrying a lighter in the first place when he'd handed it over.
He removed Chuuya's hat, with more care than he typically held for the action, and reached down to wrap Chuuya's hair around his fist, resting it against the back of his head to keep it out of his face.
Chuuya's hand made quick work of bringing him to full hardness, the slight burn of unlubricated skin-on-skin contact only encouraging the arousal springing quickly to his gut and bringing his blood down south.
"Better start planning how we're gonna fix this now," Chuuya said, shooting Dazai a look that could kill before a tongue ran along the underside of Dazai's cock, snapping his back to alertness and the cold air of the evening.
"Yeah, yeah," he agreed, closing his eyes for a moment to breathe and recentre his thoughts, bringing his brain back to his head and away from his dick for a minute.
Warm lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, slowly working downwards to envelop him completely, and it took him a moment longer than he would have liked to start thinking in coherent sentences.
"If Ace is really smuggling the Jewels, he would likely expect us to assume that they've been taken out through one of lesser known smuggling routes. it's the Port Mafia for a reason. But I reckon he's just a little smarter than we give him credit for, and had someone intercept the ship for a cut of the profit and take them to Port further South and then across land via train."
Chuuya was beginning to find a rhythm, working up and down on his cock like he was timing it with his breathing, pulling off occasionally to wet his lips again and kiss the base as his thumb worked on the tip, making Dazai just a little weaker at the knees than he would ever admit. He was good at many things, but standing while fucking was not one of them. He was fortunate Chuuya liked fucked face-first in a bed, and whenever he wanted to pull something like this, always gave him something to lean against.
"So—" he started, pausing as his breath hitched when the cold of wet saliva against the cool air was replaced by warmth once again, deeper than before. "So... So, we..." He swallowed, Chuuya's actions getting to him much quicker than he anticipated. "We narrow down stations. He's waiting to see where we direct him to search. We direct him to check the Northern warehouses so he's confident we're on the wrong track, and will move the jewels from their storage in what's likely a Southern trainyard, further inland. We intercept them on their way, tomorrow night."
"Station—" he panted, biting back a moan as Chuuya sucked, pulling away to lewdly lick away his pre-cum before swallowing him fully again. "Station outselves— Haa... ah... down... down by the main line to Shizuoka. There... there we can intercept him."
Chuuya kept working on him for a few moments longer, and Dazai watched for as long as he could, letting soft moans fall from his lips as he tightened his grasp on Chuuya's hair, rewrapping it around his fist to hold it tighter, liking the way Chuuya groaned in pleasure at the slight tug. When his breathing began to pick up, moans becoming slightly sharper as his back arched, Chuuya pulled away, wiping spit from his lips as he reached up to grab Dazai's tie to yank him down to meet his gaze.
His free hand was wrapped firmly around his cock but not moving as he spoke.
"And if you're wrong?" he asked, tone bordering on threatening, and he no doubt noticed the way Dazai's cock throbbed in response.
"I won't be," Dazai assured him, lowering his voice to match his tone. "And if I am, orders be damned, Ace can learn why I do most of the torturing."
"Good."
Chuuya let go of his tie, and Dazai straightened again to hit his head against the wall and moan in relief as lips returned to his aching cock, working with something near fervour as they drew him closer and closer to the edge.
His breathing grew laboured, moans increasing in pitch until they were practically whimpering breaths, his hand in Chuuya's hair encouraging him down further, deeper, until Chuuya's nose was brushing against his pubic hair, and there wasn't much left to swallow.
His grasp on Chuuya's hair tightened, and as Chuuya picked up his pace, he properly whimpered, nearly a sob of pleasure as heat coiled in his stomach like he was about to burst. His legs didn't want to support him anymore, and he dropping down the wall slightly, gasping and pleading, "Fuck, fuck, Chuuya, Chuuya, I'm cumming, cumming, please—"
Chuuya quickly adjusted his position to kneel slightly higher, hands grasping Dazai's hips firmly to press him against the wall and hold him up, and Dazai dropped Chuuya's hair to feel his arms again, the subtle tension in his muscles, groaning as he came, Chuuya determining to not pull away despite his sudden freedom to do so.
When Chuuya pulled away, wiping his face and leaving Dazai to slide down the wall to fix himself and sit until his legs might cooperate again, Dazai stared at him, hair falling in his face and flushed from exertion and arousal, and felt the sudden urge to feel Chuuya's muscles under his bare hands, wrists trapped under his grasp and thighs against his own, under his palms and clenching around his waist.
Chuuya read his intention on his face, picking up his hat and returning it to his head.
"My bike's out front. You better be right about your shitty little plan."
Dazai picked himself up, dusting himself off and readjusting his coat.
"Oh, I will be," he answered, and he slipped a hand in his pocket as he approached Chuuya, pulling out a pack of Malboro's and lighting one without a word. Chuuya watched him, and narrowed his eyes.
"You bastard," he spat, but not entirely with malice.
Dazai grinned, and with his free hand he pulled Chuuya's face close to his, using his thumb to part Chuuya's lips and breathing the smoke into his mouth, enjoying the intimate motion far too much. He let Chuuya seal their lips together, and when he pulled away, he grinned, handing it over to Chuuya.
"I want it back," he teased, and Chuuya rolled his eyes, beginning to walk away, only for Dazai to catch up and slide an arm around his back.
"Suitably relieved now?" he asked, and Chuuya shot him a sideways glance.
"Maybe. Once we've made it back, sure. Better be worth it."