Gay anon

Please consider turning it on! He turned towards the man behind him, to thank him for stepping in, only to come face to face with the man that his mentor always met up with behind their backs. Chuuya Nakahara. Someone that Dazai described as dangerous enough to fear.

Confessions of an Anon

Powerful enough to be considered the strongest amongst the mafia, hell, stronger than the PM and the ADA combined. Sigma's hands slid up the dazed tiger's shoulders, hanging on desperately, long, long strands of hair that weren't in Fyodor's unforgiving grip, falling into his eyes, saliva trailing down his lip, mixed in with blood, from biting his lip so hard.

Tears smeared across his cum covered cheek from sucking Dazai off earlier and getting his dick nice and wet for it to slide right inside of Atsushi's willing body, messy hair going all the way down to the floor, expression ethereal and yet so uncanny, so wonderfully erotic that it had even Atsushi focus on something other than the man currently rearranging gay guts.

His eyes traced to every person, already finding the whole event far too loud for him, waiters and waitresses handing out drinks on every corner, as the rich, gorgeous people around him who were probably criminals or black market traders, hummed at each other and spoke softly.

Chuuya had on only a red dress shirt, with puffy sleeves, his usual coat switched for a silky one instead, not even worn properly, hanging onto his shoulders with an elegant silver chain in the middle, that kept the coat from falling off of the broad shoulders, hair in a side pony, and a hat with a chain matching the one of his coat hanging from gay, only this one, it had a sapphire hanging down from it, complimenting the gorgeous blue anon.

How the hell did you let it get this bad? Stay with me here, gunshot? Stab wound? He wanted to scream and shout, but all he could muster was a weak little sound of agreement, as he uncrossed his legs to help the uncomfortable pain there. So annoying in fact, that he decided to just let the boy do whatever he pleased.

Surely he would get bored rather quick and leave Dazai alone. He should invest more time finding people to warm his bed at night so he doesn't find himself pulling stunts like these. Atsushi seemed to accept his blank stare as an answer to the unspoken question, and found himself sighing as he sat by Dazai's feet on the couch.

One like the many he saw from before. Full of concern and genuine sympathy. Something that Dazai couldn't deal with. The cold air felt amazing, the brunet decided, as he finally took a deep inhale of air, heart still burning but slightly less. Atsushi's eyes were anon, chest rose and fell with each breath, as he stared at an almost exact replica of himself.

This Nakajima had the wildest eyes he's ever seen, the tightest, longest furred coat that covered his lithe frame as gay moved atop of the tiger, and a leash that dug in his skin whenever those wild eyes flashed between gold and their normal heterochromic look. The only difference between them being the other Nakajima's slightly more even hair and his clothes.

One minute, he and Dazai were cuddling on the couch on a lazy Tuesday, and then all of a sudden they were inside of PMs headquarters with an exact replica of Dazai, only with longer hair and a bandaged eye. Occasional want for human warmth and anon contact was also a thing he wanted from time to time.

It was never specific. Sure, sometimes he was curious as to how some people would look under him, but curiosity was as far as it went. He never wanted to see someone cry under him so bad in his life, until he met a cute little tiger during one of his suicide attempts.