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Morbid Darkness

The leader is forbidden to be slaughtered

Thunder fork

The text stems from the Internet, plus my understanding

I stream ooc warning

This series should be too chaotic and too much

The chief's office of the Port Mafia is always closed, and even in the spacious and solemn corridor there is not a single subordinate on standby.

After all, as the leader, Nakahara Chuuya enjoys the reputation of being above all the fears of the Yokohama world—

A pitch-black beast.

Thanks to the so-called "encirclement and suppression" a year ago. To put it bluntly, the major organizations in the gray and black areas are ambitious and want to take advantage of the change of the dominant port mafia to share it.

The results are obvious.

"It was a scarlet to black color, like tangled thorns crawling all over the leader's body."

This is how a subordinate of the Port Mafia who was lucky enough to witness the incident described it. Talking about this, he couldn't help but tremble in awe and fear.

At that time, Nakahara Chuuya had just taken over the port mafia after the disappearance of the previous leader. On a dark rainy night, he faced countless black muzzles of guns at the gates of the city.

Gravity caused a massacre in all directions. The hot, bright-colored blood and the white bones that burst out of the body could not withstand the pressure of gravity, and they were decomposed into a pile of meaningless molecules with a scream.

Such crushing force did temporarily subdue the thugs.

I don't know whether it's because of the fear of counterattack or the determination to burn their boats, they keep coming in waves tirelessly.

After all, Nakahara Chuuya is a person who gets tired.

The cadre who had hurriedly assumed office waved away his attendants and calmly took off his black gloves.

In a trance, the shadow of another person emerged.

This was the first time he had used this unconscious form since the departure of Dazai Osamu, the only cadre who could remove the "filth".

The victory that trampled over the howling and screaming was obvious. Bathed in blood and glory, the wild god finally rested in the leader's room on the top floor.

From then on, no one except the highest-ranking official Ozaki Kouye dared to approach the leader's office.

"Dazai." Nakahara Chuuya looked up leisurely while correcting documents, with a hint of teasing on his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no matter how many times I see you, I still feel that you look better than a billion-dollar painting." Nakahara Chuuya's gaze was extremely aggressive, devouring every inch of the skin of the person in front of him inch by inch.

In the center of the chief's room stood a large soft round bed, covered with a blanket that felt very nice.

A naked Dazai Osamu was lazily lying inside, with purple kiss marks extending from his scarred wrists to his protruding and fragile spine.

He had no shackles or even a bandage on his body, and was completely exposed to Nakahara Chuuya.

There is no need for a cage, Nakahara Chuuya is a besieged city himself.

"Ah, what a pity, the dwarf is alive and well today." The person in front of him licked his blood-scabbed lips slowly, and his iris-colored eyes reflected a bad light.

"I should have let Mr. Mori kill you earlier." Dazai Osamu raised his hand and looked at his trimmed and round nails.

It was cut by Chuuya Nakahara because he was too intoxicated when he reached his peak last time and hurt himself.

"Then you should indeed regret it." Nakahara Chuuya was not annoyed with him. Instead, he watched him entertain himself with interest.

The fact that Nakahara Chuunori was able to take the position of leader was indeed due to Dazai Osamu's instigation .

He loved the way Dazai Osamu planned things for him, his eyes narrowed in thought, which was as captivating as a cat leisurely wagging its tail in the sun.

But when he thought that he was only relying on Dazai Osamu's so-called "close friend" for help, the shameful desire in his heart grew like crazy.

envy .

So on the second day after Nakahara Chuuya took office as leader, he secretly took care of everything here, and then completely imprisoned Dazai Osamu amidst his frightened and angry yet insignificant resistance.

The initial resistance was fierce and violent, and at one point it almost cost Chuuya Nakahara his life.

He sat on Nakahara Chuuya, holding a sharp blade that was hidden somewhere in his hand, and moved it little by little from Nakahara Chuuya's hand that was supporting his waist to his distinct Adam's apple.

"How about dying in my hands, Chuuya?" Dazai Osamu asked him frivolously and cheerfully with his eyes half closed.

Nakahara Chuuya just stared at his cut fingertips and said "OK" hoarsely.

But incredibly, Dazai stopped .

Nakahara Chuuya stared at Dazai Osamu who was playing with his fingers on the bed, his eyes fixed on the man's clean fingertips.

The gunshot marks and blood have disappeared with the passage of time, and now the place is delicate, soft, clean and spotless.

The knowledge that all traces of Dazai Osamu's past had been erased made him happy.

But he forgot that he also existed in Dazai Osamu's past.

"Mr. Guangjin said that you hardly had any meals in the past few days." Nakahara Chuuya threw the confidential documents on the table aside, stood up and walked towards Dazai Osamu.

His figure cast a shadow, occupying Dazai Osamu's eyes.

"Can't you be a little creative, little slug?" Dazai looked up at him with a half-smile. He was too familiar with Nakahara Chuuya's habits.

Dazai Osamu stretched his sore waist, with a faint smile on his lips, and opened his arms as if asking for a hug.

This is their usual "punishment".

This look of letting someone take advantage of him inexplicably aroused a sense of strange satisfaction in Nakahara Chuuya's eyes. This was the first time that Dazai Osamu took the initiative to accept him.

Chuuya Nakahara embraced him in his arms, and he felt that Dazai Osamu's arm resting on his chest was like a light white feather, tickling his heart and making it tremble with joy.

Satisfied possessiveness.

Soon Lieutenant General Nakahara would understand why Dazai Osamu had been particularly obedient during this period.

He discovered the work of the Special Powers Division among the subordinates of the Port Mafia, and pressed on step by step cautiously and strictly.

If it weren't for the anti-inflammatory medicine that inexplicably appeared in Dazai Osamu's hands and Nakahara Chuuya's terrifyingly sharp intuition, he might have succeeded by accident.

The most important thing is that Nakahara Chuuya has consulted Dazai Osamu's files countless times, and this style almost instantly reminded him of Dazai Osamu's other close friend - Sakaguchi Ango.

He forcibly suppressed the rage that was surging and growing wildly in his heart, and used the manic and turbulent gravity factor to cut his palms until they were bleeding, in order to stay calm.

Dazai Osamu once said that he didn't like his impulsiveness. As a leader, he needed to establish authority and strategy.

So he imitated his lover's calm appearance, following the clues little by little, hunting silently like night devouring the day.

He succeeded.

Lieutenant General Nakahara threw the glasses stained with dark red blood in front of Dazai Osamu.

He had prepared all the measures to deal with Dazai Osamu, whether it was self-injury or counterattack, he would strangle his lover's slender neck at the first opportunity and would never allow him to get hurt.

But he never expected that Dazai Osamu would have such an expression on his face.

It was a complex and inconceivably distant gaze, which trembled after briefly lingering on the glasses. Dazai closed his eyes, and when he looked up again, his expression had changed.

He smiled.

"I didn't expect you to find out, Chuuya." The smile on his face was as gorgeous as a scarlet rose.

"It seems that you have learned everything I taught you." The petals were covered with snake scales, flashing with the coldness of hunting. Dazai Osamu raised his hand and swept his glasses onto the bed.

With a vaguely satisfied look on his face, he raised his eyes and looked into Nakahara Chuuya's eyes for a long time.

"Don't go." Nakahara Chuuya finally compromised.

He leaned over and hugged Dazai Osamu in a self-destructive manner, his voice hoarse and trembling but full of care, as if he wanted to rub the person into his bones and blood.

"Of course I won't leave." Dazai Osamu smiled and obediently hid in Nakahara Chuuya's arms under his force.

"As long as you are always my good dog. "

"You will, right?" Dazai Osamu tilted his head back and gently kissed his Adam's apple.

"......" Nakahara Chuuya looked into his pair of iris-colored eyes that were filled with undercurrents, and vaguely saw the cynical young cadre he was at the age of fifteen.

A chill crept up my spine, but the warmth from my body in my arms was as hot as fire, igniting the passion in my chest as if by fate.

" Forever, " he heard himself answer.

Dazai Osamu laughed out loud, happily and wantonly pressing his head against his chest.

The desire for control is satisfied.

Yes, that's right, Zai avenged Mori Xie for Odasaku's death and trained Chuuya at the same time.

He almost killed Chuuya but stopped because Chuuya's desire for control was satisfied without him resisting.

It was Zai who deliberately discovered Ango's spy, which was his final revenge on Ango.

He was willing to be imprisoned as revenge for his negligence in allowing Oda to die, and also because he had everything under control.

There is only one truly sick person from beginning to end, and that is Dazai Osamu.

I wrote some random sentences about the passionate time while eating barbecue at the beach.