~Double Black~

Me or Wine?

Hey guys, so this is my first one shot in this story, so you can DM me if you have any requests (no smut.) But anyway, you can comment if you like it and tell me if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes. Enjoy! -Ash

Chuuya was walking towards his apartment, keys jangling in his hands. Work had been stressful, and he wanted nothing more than to open up a bottle of some expensive wine, and take a nice, warm bath. When he reached his door step, he took out his keys and struggled to determine the difference between his car keys and his house keys. And yes, he bought a car after that bandaged bastard blew his up 4 years ago. 

Finally, he took the key in which he believed was the house key, and placed it in the lock, slowly turning it to see if it unlocked the door, which it surprisingly did. He made a mental note to remember the gold key being the house key as he stepped in his apartment. The only thing on his mind was his wine, his sweet, sweet wine. So he was not ready to see his ex-partner, Osamu Dazai, sitting on his coach, drinking the wine he was going to.

Chuuya couldn't say anything, he just stared in shock at Dazai, humming his annoying double suicide song. 

"Mmm, you can't do a double sui-" Dazai paused as he realized Chuuya was in front of him, pupils dilating. 

"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment, Mackerel?! And more importantly, how did you get in?!" Chuuya yelled, stomping towards Dazai and swiped the wine glass out of hands. "And don't you get your filthy hands on my wine!"

"Aww, Chuuya~ all I did was drop by for a quick visit, didn't you miss me?" Dazai teased, giving an obviously fake pouty face towards Chuuya. "And for the keys, I just stole yours and gave you a copy~" That's why he couldn't tell the difference between his keys before! Chuuya leaned to punch Dazai, but instead got pulled down by Dazai, pulling his body against the other. 

"L-Let me go!" Chuuya exclaimed, squirming around trying to free himself. This only made the brunette hold him tighter, not planning to let go just yet. He let his hand roam the ginger's locks, brushing through his soft hair with his hands. Chuuya sighed, knowing his relaxing night had already vanished with shitty Dazai here.

"Can I at least drink MY wine, that's in MY house, but somehow was in YOUR hand?" Chuuya growled, reaching for the bottle. Dazai snatched the bottle away, and raised the bottle above his head knowing his Chuu was too short to reach that.

"Only if you drink from my glass, will I let you have it, chibi~" Dazai smirked, seeing as he hit a nerve on the other boy. Chuuya had just enough of the other's bullshit and started yelling, loosing his cool. Stuff like "Give me my damn wine!" "I'll fucking kill you!" "Stop smirking like that!"

Dazai loosened his grasp a little, and Chuuya took advantage of this. He ripped out of the other's arms and jumped towards the wine. Unfortunately for Chuuya, Dazai knew what his moves would be before they happened so quickly, he hid it behind his back.

"What do you love more, me or the wine?" Dazai asked, actual curiosity in his voice. Chuuya couldn't believe his ears, did he expect him to choose him?  It's like he's purposely trying to piss him off, which he obviously was. 

"Wine, obviously?" Chuuya said, matter-of-factly. Dazai's eyes became vaguely more serious, it was so vague that anyone who wasn't Chuuya, who's known him for years, wouldn't have noticed a change.

"To get your wine, you have to say you love me more." The brunette stated, while pulling Chuuya up by his hair to be eye-to-eye. "And it has to be sincere~" 

There wasn't a difference between Chuuya's hair color and his blush, and Dazai was living for it. Chuuya really wanted to drink his wine, but he wouldn't go that far! He didn't even like him, yet alone love him! ...Right?