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[ Does he hate Chuuya? Yes, absolutely! Yet the fact remains that Dazai is still here, and he’s not planning on leaving just yet. Because Chuuya can’t be allowed to win. His grip on Chuuya’s hair doesn’t relax; in fact, Dazai uses it to pull him back. He’s annoyed now, which means he’s done being lazy. ]

Get on the bed.

[ He knows. Chuuya likes being told what to do, because he’s an obedient dog, and Dazai hates dogs. ]

[Chuuya could resist being pulled backwards. He can handle the pain, he could even handle a lot more pain, but he's still going to let Dazai drag him onto the bed. Chuuya crawls backwards, and grins up at Dazai once he inevitably ends up on his back.]

Just admit you lost.

[He really shouldn't make it worse right now. He knows Dazai is pissed, he knows Dazai is planning some revenge, and already he can feel the adrenaline building from that, a sensation like something tight forming low in his stomach. He knows he might have taken it too far, but there's no way he'd ever admit something like that.

Besides, he loves this feeling.]

[ Dazai discards his pants, finding them only getting in the way of climbing onto the bed after Chuuya. He’s not particularly fond of being naked, but the bandages are enough that it doesn’t really matter, so whatever. ]

I didn’t lose. You did an awful job.

[ That totally doesn’t make any sense, and isn’t true, and Dazai knows it but doesn’t care. He shifts close enough to hook fingers in the band of Chuuya’s pants and pull down—-at least they’re a lot easier than those damned tight ones he usually wears. ]

[Chuuya will let him pull the pants down. He'll even lift his hips to make it easier for him. He also very much wants to rip off those bandages, maybe rip them off as well. It's not that he wants to see Dazai naked, definitely not, but they're about to have sex and Dazai is definitely not hiding anything under there Chuuya would even care about.

He doesn't touch them, though. He doesn't even comment.]

I did a good job of getting revenge

[And of pissing Dazai off, which is always a bonus. He takes pride in his ability to get to Dazai.]

[ Dazai offers an unimpressed, deadpan look. ]

This is what everything was about? Revenge? Now I don’t even want to fuck you.

[ Not that he wanted to fuck Chuuya, or ever does. This was just…proving a point? Those pants end up in a heap on the floor along with his own.

And now he has to one-up Chuuya. Revenge, indeed. Dazai isn’t going to just take this insult and let it go. ]

[Going to return that look.]

You wanted to fuck me?

[That's why they're both here, and he's still going to deny wanting it, because it's too disgusting to think about. He'll take off his t-shirt either way, though, and throw it in the direction of his pants.]

Now you know what will happen if you're gonna be a dick like that again.

[ Ah...well. ]

Did I say that? I've never wanted something less in my life.

[ Whatever the intention had been coming here, Dazai has changed his mind about letting Chuuya get off. At least, not easily. Dragging it out, only letting him come if he deserves it--which he doesn't, Dazai already decides--is how it's going to go. He's good at this, a form of torture on its own, and has absolutely no problem using it on Chuuya. ]

I don't think you're in any position to be acting like that when you're the one who was practically begging me to come over.

I wasn't begging!

[He absolutely wasn't. Demanding is different from begging, and it was only because Dazai owes him, and has nothing to do with him wanting it. That's the logic he's sticking with. Right now he's impatient, though, so he's going to grab Dazai by the back of the neck and pull him down.]

And I only ordered you to get here so I could make you regret listening.

[ They’re close now, and Dazai hates it—-but also, it serves to bring that spark of adrenaline that makes this work. Leaning closer, their noses touch. He refuses to let Chuuya have the upper hand here. ]

Oh, I regret it already. And it’s so unfair for only one of us to regret it, so why don’t I make things even?

[ He can do this without looking, reach down between them to palm at Chuuya’s cock- ]

Oh? Chuuya, did you get like this just from sucking me off?

[Chuuya tried not to gasp, but it only ends up making the sound stutter, his hips jerking slightly. He’s definitely hard and he hates it, hates that sucking Dazai off had that effect on him.

He wants to look away but Dazai is too close. He wouldn’t anyway. He’s not a coward.]

I enjoy winning. You can’t make me regret that.

[Dazai absolutely can and he knows it.]

[ When Chuuya doesn’t look away, Dazai takes it as a challenge. He can’t either, not until he manages to make Chuuya break eye contact first. ]

You know I hate being told what I can’t do.

[ And he does; Dazai takes it as a personal offense, and whatever it is, he’s determined to prove that he can, in fact, do it. Like making Chuuya regret winning…which he didn’t do. He certainly didn’t win anything. ]

You’ve only proven to me that your mouth isn’t even good for the one thing I’d care to use it for.

[ Dazai will keep his hand on Chuuya as he leans over to search the nightstand for the lube he knows is in there.]

[Chuuya won't break eye contact. It's half because neither of them can ever just let the other person win, and half because he feels caught by that look, Dazai seeing right through him. But that's bullshit.]

That's why I'm telling you.

[Becaues it's twice as satisfying when Dazai actually puts effort in and still can't succeed, because he wants Dazai to try --

This is not going to end well for Chuuya at all. He reaches over blindly to help Dazai search for the lube, because that's not the only thing in those drawers, and it's better if he finds it fast, but the hand on his dick is making it hard to focus. His hips keep pushing up a little, encouraging the touch.]

I was never going to let you use my mouth like that.

[ Dazai hates how well Chuuya responds to him, tells himself it's not just him, and that it's only because he's got a hand that is admittedly pretty good at what it does. He wants to be pleased about it, but it's Chuuya, and nothing they ever do together can be something Dazai considers pleasant. Not even if they're getting each other off, or as with last time, not even if Dazai is stealing an orgasm from Chuuya and then running off without giving him one in return.

Their hands bump against each other several times in the drawer, and Dazai is pretty sure he feels some other things around in there, but he'll wait for a moment. Feeling Chuuya's hand is too unpleasant, a weirdly intimate sensation that he wants to draw back from, so he grabs what he can only assume is the lube--it's a lube-shaped object, anyway--and draws it from the drawer. ]

Would you shut up for half a second?

[ Using his teeth, Dazai pops the cap. And then he lets go of Chuuya's cock, glancing down to see just how hard he is. It's...nope. He looks away again. ]

[Chuuya slides the drawer shut again, a bit difficult considering the angle, and the fact that his attention is still fully on Dazai.]

Fine.

[Dazai glances down, and Chuuya can finally blink, almost relieved to escape that stare. But then he's going to tangle a hand in Dazai's hair, and pull until the last of that distance is gone.

If Dazai doesn't want him to talk, then Chuuya might as well kiss him, licking across his lips, before catching that lower lip between his teeth. He doesn't need to say anything. He just needs to encourage Dazai to keep doing this, and hopefully make him forget about his plans for revenge.]

[ It's annoying, having Chuuya do what he wants. Having him pull Dazai in, press their lips together, use his tongue and his teeth. The worst part? It's not a bad kiss--not by far--and Dazai knows Chuuya is trying to distract him, but for a moment, he decides to let it go.

Mostly because it also distracts Chuuya, particularly while Dazai slicks up his fingers and doesn't bother warming up the lube before his hand dips low and presses against Chuuya's hole, no warning. He doesn't go in just yet, but he does push hard into the kiss, seeking the bruise and ache of too hard.

Chuuya is acting far too cocky. Dazai hasn't abandoned his plan for revenge, not at all; this is just the means to an end, and not because he likes the feeling of kissing Chuuya. ]

[The kiss is definitely distracting. They haven't kissed enough, he thinks, and then immediately gets angry with himself for having that thought, because he can't allow himself to actually want this. But Dazai is a really good kisser, unfortunately. He tries to lean up, lips parting to encourage him --

He lets out a sharp hiss at the cold finger pressing against him.

The sound and his immediate objection are both cut off as Dazai kisses him harder, pushing him into the bed. Chuuya tightens his hand in Dazai's hair reflexively, not thinking about it, just wanting. He wants to bite him hard as payback. He still spreads his legs, an invitation he doesn't want to think about.]

[ Not that Dazai would ever admit it, but he doesn’t hate the hand in his hair. And the noise Chuuya makes is satisfying in a way that might have him grinning (in a smug, obnoxious way) were their lips not still pressed together. Dazai of course notices when Chuuya spreads his legs, wanting to tease him about it—the eagerness, how much he must have wanted this—but that feels like it would open up something between them that they don’t and will never talk about. So Dazai just focuses on his finger, only one, and teasing Chuuya open.

If they were going to fuck, he’d be quicker with this. Foreplay is not something Dazai particularly likes—too much opportunity to feel things—but this isn’t foreplay. This is a thought-out revenge for just earlier, and Dazai drags his teeth on Chuuya’s lip, breathes into his mouth. Not because he likes it, or anything. ]

[One finger is not enough. It's a start, a warm-up, and barely that, especially when Dazai should already have picked up on the fact that Chuuya likes it if it hurts. He's groaning a little impatiently against Dazai's lips, but he's enjoying the rest of this too much, so he hasn't caught on yet. He pushes his hips up, encouraging.

He likes the roughness of the kiss, too. He likes to teeth against his lips. He'll bite back, and then push his tongue into Dazai's mouth again, eyes half closed. Something about this is too addictive.

Wanting Dazai feels like something incredibly dangerous.]

[ Dazai isn't going to overcomplicate things for himself by thinking about the kiss, or the sounds Chuuya makes. It's just physical, and he's out for revenge. So he's going to keep moving his finger--and that's it. Dazai isn't going to make any effort to add another, not until Chuuya complains about it. He's going to play the waiting game, because Chuuya earned this with his little stunt earlier, and Dazai is a petty, petty man.

In the meantime, the kissing thing seems like a sufficient distraction. Which is why he's doing it, of course, and not because kissing Chuuya feels like a natural thing, the way he bites the same way Dazai does, the slide of his tongue. Maybe he'll slide his finger, too, make Chuuya feel like it's not enough, make it obvious that Dazai also knows.

He does. Despite how lazy he is, he'd say he's good at this--if he feels like it. Whether or not he does is up to Chuuya. ]

[It really isn't enough. Dazai knows what Chuuya can take, knows that he doesn't need to spend this long on just one finger, and Chuuya is definitely getting impatient. He doesn't want to break the kiss, though. He likes the press of their lips together, the weight of Dazai on top of him, pushing him into the bed. He likes how roughly Dazai is kissing him, which feels exactly right for the two of them. It feels like it's going to bruise.

He needs more. It's not long before he can't hold back that impatient moan, almost a whine, hoping Dazai will pick up on what he means without him having to break the kiss to talk. He reaches down between them, finding the hand Dazai is teasing him with, grabbing it, trying to nudge his fingers as a clear signal that it's long past time to add more.]

[Chuuya is easy. Easy to anger, easy to tease, easy to read. Of course he likes kissing; he seeks out companionship, and if Dazai wanted to, he could unravel Chuuya bit by bit, give him what he wants, have him come undone. More than that, though, Dazai wants to push him to the edge, and then decide whether or not to let him tumble over.

He almost, almost grins when the thread of Chuuya’s patience starts to pull taught. It’s the whine that signals it, though everything prior was leading up to this. Dazai knows it, because he knows Chuuya, and isn’t surprised when a warm hand finds his, when there’s insistent pressure of Chuuya seeking more.

If it were anyone else, maybe it would be endearing. But it’s Chuuya, so. Not a chance. Does he like kissing so much that he’s not even going to try and run his mouth about how awful Dazai is? But enough; he ‘rewards’ Chuuya’s pushiness with another finger, pressed in alongside the first, twisting and angling them as soon as he can while Dazai bites at his mouth and tastes copper.]

[His next groan turns high pitched at the sharp bite, the rest of the sound cut off by the unexpected pain. Blood is escaping into Chuuya's mouth too, he can feel it mixing with his saliva, taste it on his tongue. Dazai is ripping him open --

His fingers are pulling him apart. Dazai seems to know exactly how to fuck him, and the thing is, Chuuya hasn't had an orgasm yet because he'd refused to jerk himself off after Dazai left. He won't admit that now. His skin feels like it's burning already, and he kisses back harder to force more blood out of his own lips, wanting the taste to be shared between them. He needs this. He needs so much more than this, and he's earned it.

He tries to indicate for Dazai to add another finger again, even though it's definitely too soon. Really, if Dazai wanted to skip that part and just fuck him, he wouldn't mind.]

[The blood is metallic and sharp between them as Chuuya kisses back, and Dazai likes it better this way—something different, intimate in a way he understands, in a way he can connect with Chuuya. It seeps over Dazai’s tongue, and his own breathing is starting to quicken despite himself, although hopefully Chuuya is too distracted to notice.

And he’s needy. Dazai will deny he likes it, but it does spur him on, angling his wrist and spreading his fingers.]

Three?

[Dazai says it into Chuuya’s mouth like a taunt, muffled and breathy. He’s not asking permission, planning to do it anyway, and it’s not a warning, either. Because he’s already working a third in after he speaks, biting again, sucking at the raw spot on Chuuya’s lip and knowing it will hurt. ]

[He can't help the way he's shifting under Dazai as he keeps opening him up with those fingers. He's not squirming, he's --

He's squirming as that third finger is pushed in, a little uncomfortably, but he likes that it's uncomfortable, likes the way the pain of it makes it harder to breathe for a moment. It hasn't been long at all since Dazai actually fucked him, so he shouldn't need much prep at all, but Dazai keeps twisting those fingers just right to make him shudder with it.]

Hurry.

[He's already so hard. He lets go of Dazai's hand, since he's doing what Chuuya wants anyway, and instead grabs his own dick, squeezing the base tight, grounding himself. He can't let himself get too desperate here.

He bites Dazai's lip back to distract him from what Chuuya's doing, trying to make him bleed as well, because it feels right.]

[This is perfect. Dazai has Chuuya right where he wants him, although it does take considerable effort to not just fuck him into the mattress, because... because Dazai is horny, that's all. The fact that it's Chuuya doesn't matter at all! It means nothing, and Dazai would be enjoying himself just as much with anyone else. More, even.

But he is enjoying himself. The bite almost draws a noise out of him, but Dazai swallows it down, unconcerned if Chuuya draws blood or not. If he does, good. If not, there will certainly be time for that later. For now, he simply draws his fingers back--and out, completely.]

I don't think you deserve it.

[He murmurs it against Chuuya's mouth, into it, petty and mean. Take that, Chuuya.]