They tried this years ago... Back when the two were teenagers; back when Oda Sakunosuke was alive, when Ango wasn't a known traitor, and when Dazai and Chuuya were Port Mafia partners named "Soukoku" — or "Double Black". It had been... an odd encounter; a drunken encounter. Dazai had been so quiet, Chuuya kept stopping to make sure the mackerel was still conscious! It didn't help that the man kept his face buried in the bedding for most of it... He had also been so tight, it felt like he was going to have his manhood torn off....

This time didn't start off any different. Dazai showed up drunk, Chuuya holding a glass of one of his finer wines since the two had reunited earlier that day. The drunken mackerel clambered into Chuuya's house, clinging to the man as he begged for it all over again. Chuuya, especially one glass in, stood no match against the manipulative bastard and reluctantly agreed to it once more. It took even less time to get undressed and on Chuuya's bed.

"You better have learned to relax..." Chuuya murmured as he took his glove off he began to prepare Dazai; that all too familiar "downward-dog" pose returning to the bandaged scoundrel