skk | 10k w | domestic skk + suffering dazai
for @whathorselegs, i hope you like it!
“But Chibi, isn’t it the same thing?” Was it? For Chuuya, yes. Damn it, yes. Dazai was his partner, his lover, his damn other half—and screw anyone who thought he was being too corny. It wasn’t him who’d called them “indelibly fated” in a prison in ruins. And yet, no matter how fated they were—sometimes a tragedy, sometimes a salvation—he still wasn’t sure Dazai felt the same way. Dazai never recoil in disgust when Chuuya whispered “I love you” against his lips—sometimes sweet, tasting of toothpaste; and other times muffled, their sweaty bodies tangled together, moving in sync, breathless and raw, his nails dragging across Dazai’s back and Dazai’s teeth sinking into his shoulder. And even if he didn’t always say it back, Chuuya knew he was loved. He knew it. But everything else, the labels? They weren’t for them. They never had been.
[read on ao3]
dividers by: cafekitsune