To: Osamu Dazai
Hello dear Wolf, did you miss me? Mmm probably not, after all I didn’t come so kindly this time, did I? No, I burned and I destroyed and I stole and lived up to your precious pet name, didn’t I? But admit it, just to me, you like this new game don’t you?
You’d never tell your darling husband, especially not after what I’ve done but you missed having someone on your level. I know you Osamu, you’ve always wanted a challenge, something to make life interesting. The Mafia provided distractions for you and even gave you a friend, I heard he died finding his match and it could have been a worthy end. He could have found his reasoning in this world and accepted it but I know he didn’t, he was a bit too much like us for that.
He was a bit too much like your pretty doll. Convinced he could change the world to suit him and who’s to say he couldn’t have? He saw what would happened and changed himself to match it, he could have changed the world to match himself. If he made peace with his balance, if his balance wasn’t so stubborn, hmm? Do you understand what I mean?
Of course you do, you’re the Human Wolf tearing through the sheeple. Always more cunning, always more aggressive, always ready and willing to tear the flesh from their bones and slurp up the bloody marrow. Right now you’re lounging amongst them, right now you’re letting a dog keep what should have been yours, what could be yours still. How long will you rest, Sleeping God? How long will you let a mere man lead your pack and how long will you lay down with the sheep?
Do you remember when we met? I know your doll didn’t but you do. I looked different then, acted the way I thought Mori would want to get what I wanted but you recognized me. Do you remember what we did the day we were introduced? In that room with that man strapped down? Do you remember what you told me and how I smiled? Was that when you decided to take me to bed?
Was it when you said “Here’s a scalpel, we use it to separate the Wolves from the Sheep” and saw the glint in my eyes?
Was it when I took it from your hand and carved the name I used into his chest?
Was it when I smiled at you and held the scalpel back out to you while he bled? When our fingers brushed and you felt something, something prickling along your skin like the cold over a grave? What made you want me in your bed, Dazai? Was it my body? You appreciate beauty of course, Nakahara is proof of just how much you appreciate beauty but it wasn’t just that, for either of us.
No, I think you wanted to see us together. You wanted to see someone else broken to pieces by your pretty doll. You wanted to see him work someone else over, see their lips stretched wide around his cock and the arch of his back as he fucked their mouth. You wanted to see those lust blown pupils as his cock disappeared in someone else, the thrust of his hips and the bob of his throat as he swallowed so hard and pretty.
You’ll tell me if I’m wrong but you wanted a show, I think you did, something to rile you up and raise your hackles. You wanted to be possessive over him all while watching him fuck someone else, it’s exactly the sort of perverse pleasure you indulge in dear Wolf. You never thought you’d like it quite so much though, I can tell you didn’t, even if you loathe me now you’ll never forget then.
As much as you want to put me down like the rabid dog you see me as, you’ll never forget the glint in my eyes when I took that scalpel and you’ll never forget the deal I offered you. I could offer again, to you and to him. We could take it all and have it at our feet, you could have the challenge you so desperately want. You could do more good at the top, give all the people in your life more. You’re a strategist Osamu and you always have been, you made a reputation for yourself and it never waned. I’d be a fool not to offer you a deal again and all else that you say about me, I was never a fool.
I know, you want to strangle me, strangle me with my own guts until my face goes blue and my lips go slack. You want to strap me down and carve me up, torture me the way you haven’t tortured anyone in a long, long while. The only reason you haven’t done it is because you can’t find me yet but I know you will and in fact, I’ll even make it easy on you.
I’ll make you a deal and you can accept. I’ll give you a choice and you can turn me down. Whichever, it doesn’t particularly matter but you know which would interest you more and which would get you closer to what you want. You know which would make your cock drip and which would have your pretty doll’s legs spread wide while his eyes rolled back.
Please do send me your answer, maybe you could send it with Nakahara’s letter, save yourselves some trouble. Until then, I wish you all the best tending to your flock dear Osamu.
Dazai had seen the letter Chuuya had left on the table, wine glass in had and a look he hadn’t ever cared to see on his face. Somewhere between utter shock and thinly veiled interest. The gems were gorgeous, mirrored his own eyed. The letter in his hand though…He’d give one check to the other King. He knew what angles to go at both of them with.
The harder part was admitting he was just as interested as Chuuya, That despite the near blinding need to snatch Chuuya to him and mark him for all he’s worth and then some, he has the itch to make Fyodor watch. That every memory of their little blond never left him. That he adored having someone to rile Chuuya up with, to give affection to, to work them together under his hands.
The bottle of wine that sat on the counter next to Chuuya was taken with bandaged fingers around the neck. Glass pressed to his lips and the tang of alcohol coated his mouth and throat. The paper was handed to the other as he took Chuuya’s letter, looking it over again as well.
“I think we need to have a talk…” he breathed out, knowing this wasn’t just on him to plan.
Two Kings and A Queen…
Peace in a warzone…not peace…lust.