The Battle for Chuuya
Here’s a short Soukoku fic with hints of Fyoya for @karkey featuring jealous Dazai Osamu.
“Are you wooing me in Russian?” Chuuya asked, his eyes glinting with amusement as Fyodor Dostoevsky—the demon he was told to be wary of—flirted back at him with equal vigor.
He can’t remember how he found himself in this situation when his sole mission was to rescue the waste of bandage out of the prison. But here he was, flirting with an enemy and secretly enjoying the look of irritation painted on Dazai’s face.
“Would you perhaps want me to woo you in your own language, dorogoy?”
Chuuya gave a smile as he took a step towards Fyodor. The latter wrapped his arm around the ginger’s waist, pulling him closer to his chest. He can feel Dazai constantly sending him death glares, but it only fueled his actions.
“There’s no need for that, mon chéri,” Chuuya sweetly replied. Laughter was about to escape from his lips when suddenly, he was pulled away from the Russian’s grasp into another man’s arms.
He was sure he heard a growl behind his ear before realizing the tight grip on his arm. Dazai sent him one of those looks that said “I’m in the mood to shed some blood and you won’t be in my way,” which sent a shiver down his spine as his protest died down in his throat.
“He’s mine,” Dazai hissed while he continued to send death glares into Fyodor’s direction.
“I don’t think so. If krasavets here is actually taken, he wouldn’t be flirting back at me,” the Russian reasoned before winking at Chuuya, which earned him a chuckle.
“Why would he even like you? You don’t even take a bath.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? You smell worse than a dumpster.”
“Chibi doesn’t like your hat.”
“And he doesn’t like your bandages.”
As much as Chuuya liked to see Dazai all worked up, he should probably start dragging him out of the prison before the guard noticed the fake surveillance he had installed in their system.
“I found him first which means that he is mine.”
“He is not yours anymore because I’m stealing him away.”
Okay, their fight had officially got out of hand and Chuuya would either stop them now or end up killing them due to the rage building up inside of him upon hearing those words.
Truthfully, Chuuya just wanted to see Dazai without his emotionless mask. And of course, it ended up with the brunet having another possessive streak due to a green monster known as jealousy gnawing inside of him after he had seen the ginger flirt with his greatest enemy.
“You know, I can hear both of you and I’m close to sending the two of you flying towards the wall,” Chuuya snapped, silencing the two idiots who then decided to continue their quarrel in the form of a glaring contest.
To end their silly game, the ginger decided to grab Dazai’s collar and pull him close for a chaste kiss. Chuuya could only sigh at the brunet’s reaction towards the kiss—he looked like he bagged gold in the Olympics.
“You better start walking out of this cell, you stupid Mackerel or I’m leaving you behind.”
Dazai quickly followed Chuuya’s footsteps, but not before looking back at the disheartened Fyodor with a smirk playing on his lips and saying “I win, asshole.”
When they were far enough from the prison, he pushed Chuuya towards the nearest wall and gave him an intense kiss with his tongue exploring the ginger’s cavern while his arms were wrapped possessively around his waist.
“Mine. You’re mine, Chuuya. Only mine.”
Chuuya groaned at Dazai’s words before the latter leaned down for another kiss. He couldn’t think properly with the way Dazai kissed him as if he was trying to drain every essence of his soul.
Once Dazai pulled away, Chuuya shoved him away from him as he tried to control his breathing. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I don’t like sharing, Chuuya and you know that! I hate it when you flirt with others especially with my own enemy!”
“For fuck’s sake, I was just messing with you.”
The air suddenly grew cold as Dazai’s eyes flashed red while a smile that can make even the strongest man shiver in fear broke on his face. He took a step back, wary of the other because judging from the brunet’s expression, this day wouldn’t end well for him.
“Well, Chibi, it looks like I have to teach you some lessons.”
