[ this whole thing is childish but not unwelcome. games are played for entertainment, whether the aim is fucking someone or fucking someone up. the distinction has always been crystal clear but fyodor cannot find it in his heart to mind this entire scenario too much; it hadn't been the plan, and it had him bleeding but it is informative. rather than trying to break chuuya and dazai's grounded loyalty, he could find a wedge to slot himself there. it would take time. months. years - perhaps, but again, what else is there but time in this limbo the ada has him in?
he has a hamster in his room; a fridge filled with pudding; an expensive wine bottle in his pantry; his ushanka is stored away, deep in the closet. there is something transformative about this life he's pretending to lead that is becoming less of a pretence than he'd like.
and he knows dazai.
knows him deeply and intimately. they are alike, they are so close to being the same side of the coin but —
there is something rotted that reaches out, tenderly and wanting to be held. fyodor takes the kiss, and then while dazai does whatever dazai is going to do (which fyodor knows, he can tell) he provides a distraction by kissing chuuya. this is messy and open, inviting him in to take more, to bite to make him bleed if he so wishes. ]
[Chuuya knows he's being distracted. He knows what Dazai is up to. Do they really think it's that easy to make him forget who he's up against, and how much of an asshole his ex-partner is? As if Chuuya could ever forget: The second you can't see his hands, he's trying to pull something, and if you can see his hands somehow he still is.
He'll let the rat kiss him, though, and he'll nip at his lips as he kisses back, hard but not hard enough to cause damage yet, wrapping an arm loosely around his back, enjoying the moment, the weight of him. He'll also stick his leg out and up into the air, like an offering.]
At least tie me properly so it can hold me. You're too damn lazy.
[He barely bothers to break the kiss to say it. Dazai will be able to hear it even if it's spoken directly against the rat's lips.
The thing is, he knew what he signed up for when he decided to stay. There was a chance he could get the rat to side with him instead - that the rat would want Dazai to bleed - but if the two of them are turning on him, then what comes next is going to be inevitable. His only chance would have been to run. He wouldn't have been able to avoid it even if he did run.
So he's going to act like he doesn't care. He's not impressed. Whatever the two of them might want to do, he can take it, and if Dazai wants to get back at him for earlier, he can take it even better than Dazai did. Even knowing he won't be able to use his Ability for it.]
[How dare you ruin his brilliant plan, Chuu!? And after Fyodor so graciously supported him, too.
Dazai is lazy, and after being shut down so bluntly, he's less inclined to work for anything than before. Add to that the fact that Chuuya is (pretending to be) willing to go along with his plan, and Dazai loses all interest in doing anything of the sort.
What he is going to do, is pull at the leg Chuuya is still standing on. Chuuya had pulled them off balance, trying to make them both fall; he can have a taste of his own medicine.]
I'm not doing it anymore.
[Sitting and sulking like an overgrown child is clearly a much better plan. Considering what he came here to suffer, he's still ahead on a technicality; there are worse things than stopping now.]
I think I'll just blow up Chuuya's wine cellar, and go back home.
[ that is a good kiss. shame it is interrupted in such a way.
honestly, though dazai's moods and all are something fyodor considers familiar. on a good day, he'd even admit that he can deal with them just fine and enjoy the irrationality, the childishness, the games — he is not too dissimilar though he opts to act a certain way. more taciturn, a self-imposed exile from humanity and ability users.
with the addition of chuuya their usual game is off. fyodor feels it, like an uncomfortable sheen of sweat on his skin.
he moves, quicker than one would expect from fyodor and allows chuuya to fall with the pull from dazai. sorry, godling, he can't land on a heap on the floor while dazai is loose here. instead, fyodor tries to take advantage of the moment: chuuya falling, dazai pulling on that leg to openly attempt to tackle dazai onto the floor.
maybe chuuya's plan to make dazai bleed is the better option.
and they're all going to act like toddlers here apparently. ]
[For once, Chuuya doesn't even try to pull the rat down with him. He feels himself being yanked off balance and lets go, allows himself to fall onto his back, years of training allowing him to fall in a way that won't hurt.
He lands, throwing out an arm to break the fall and to provide leverage, and immediately his leg comes up in a kick aimed at Dazai.]
Like hell you're leaving!
[And seeing the rat tackle Dazai is satisfying. This is turning into a different kind of thrill, almost a free-for-all, except with alliances. It's funny. Or it's at least fun. It's unpredictable. Is the rat on his side now?
He doubts it, but maybe for the moment he is.]
I know you're not that much of a coward, Dazai.
[He's going to get up, and then join the pile, however it ends up.]
[Chuuya simply rolling through the fall is annoying, but expected: as frustrating as it is, Dazai knows he can't expect to achieve better from a split second's improvisation, just like he knows that he can dodge the predictable kick. Or he would be able to dodge it, if a certain rat bastard hadn't chosen that very moment to tackle him. Losing his balance, Dazai has no chance to even try to avoid being hit.
The kick hurts, but not enough to count as serious, especially from Chuuya; the fall is a bit rough-going, though, especially with a Fyodor-shaped anchor on Dazai's leg(s). While Dazai manages to catch himself to some degree, he's too late to avoid a collision with the floor completely: his mouth makes contact - not quite a full-on crash, but enough of an impact that his lips will swell and probably bleed some, if only on the inside.]
What... does cowardice have to do with it?
[He literally just boldly announced his plans to ruin your stupidly expensive wine collection! How does that make him a coward, or indeed anything but a man of exquisite taste?!?]
[ the violence spills out of him without a second thought; in a way, it is beyond his control, like a hound on the hunt that has caught the scent of blood. fortunately, his restricted use of crime and punishment means that it is not his ability that he uses but his own body. he thinks, distantly, abstractly that bodies are made for such things. bodies can inflict and resist such brutal punishments as if they helplessly refuse to atone for their crimes.
and his look is tender, fitting for a moment of intimacy between lovers and not what he does next: fyodor jabs his elbow against dazai's spine, hard and bruising— bitterness in such a blow, an accusation (this is what you've made of me, this is what you've reduced me to and i will make you bleed for it). then his mouth, stained with his own blood and chuuya's previously- mean, sharp teeth in the juncture between jaw and ear, a rebuke (shut up) but it is only blood he seeks, no flesh and he waits
expects
welcomes the punishment for his infliction of such violence.
( chuuya is not forgotten, of course, fyodor has him in the periphery of his awareness, knows where his next bruise might come from. is he on your side still, chuuya? — a bloody smile, he thinks blood looks better on the godling but blood is so familiar to dostoevsky. from womb to tomb, even muzzled and collared like this, he will never let anyone forget what he is. what he can do. and what he wants to do. ) ]
[Chuuya sees Dostoevsky move, sees Dazai flat against the floor, and for a painful second he's already regretting what he did to help put Dazai in that position. Worry floods through him, obvious in the way his body shifts, fingers gripping the floor, feet pulled under him as he's ready to launch himself forward to defend. He's not breathing for that long second.
This was supposed to be a game between the three of them, but the truth is he doesn't trust Dostoevsky at all, doesn't trust him not to cross that line and take this too far. And if that's the case, he should be the one to take the punishment, he'll make himself the target, not because Dazai doesn't deserve it, but because -- Just because. He doesn't want to think about it. He won't let Dazai get hurt because he let his guard down.
But the line isn't crossed, not yet. Instead of throwing himself forward, he rolls, ending up on his side facing Dazai, resting his head in one hand. He grins.
(He's still keeping an eye on the rat, but he'll side with him for now.)]
You're scared your plan won't work, so you drop it. That makes you a coward.
[Why Dazai really changed his mind about the plan isn't important. What's important is winning the argument, which has nothing to do with the truth.]
[This is why Dazai is not Mori: getting Fyodor on his side may have been a perfectly rational decision, and there have been some nice side effects to be sure, but right this moment, Dazai still wants to stab the guy and twist the knife.
He doesn't, though. Action invites reaction, but that is exactly why Dazai tries not to react and so cause more reactions - not unless he's sure that this won't end up being two against one, because he's really not sure he'd win that. He'd survive just fine (more's the pity...), but anything he does would only make things worse on him in both the short and long term.
Maybe, then, he'll simply let this happen for a bit, allow for that absurd Fyodor-Chuuya team-up only so that Chuuya will suffer the consequences and regret everything - because he will, sooner or later, and intensely. (Maybe that is a lesson Dazai wants to teach Chuuya anyway, after the guy's apparent dalliances with Fyodor. Not that he's jealous, or anything.)]
My plans never fail. [He looks at Chuuya, smirking in spite of the pain and his awkward position.] Never.
[So what do you think his plan is here, hmm? Whatever could it be~? You'll never know until you find out, at which point it will be too late.]
[ no reaction to his action; no consequence yet for the warm blood in his mouth, and fyodor plasters himself along dazai's back, like a hungry leech looking to feed on whatever poor sucker he's latched onto. he presses his mouth again on the wound, but it is soft. tentative, delicate licks and tugging on the skin, affectionate.
silence is what he opts for, this is a discussion between double black; whoever wins this argument is of no consequence to fyodor. not when he has dazai beneath him and his teeth and mouth and tongue against the soft skin.
(and deep, deeper still, this is not truly what fyodor wants. the blank card he carries on his back, the ache brought on by the humidity in the air, his skin stretched thin— part of him is present in the moment with dazai and chuuya, and the rest is back on his pedestal. too holy, too righteous, too much to be tolerated, too much to be put down with ease. he's not dazai, he does not yearn for death. he's not chuuya he does not yearn for normalcy or some such thing.) ]
[Chuuya notices the way Dostoevsky is paying attention to them. He notices what he's doing to Dazai's neck. Part of him doesn't like having this type of argument with Dazai in front of an audience, because it's always been personal between them, and he's never been a fan of anyone seeing him vulnerable. And Dazai is right, much as he hates it. If he had a plan, it hasn't failed yet.
Most of his attention is on Dazai. He's in this now, so he's pushing through.]
You can say that because you never tell anyone your plans until you know they'll work.
[Chuuya hates it, but he believes in Dazai's plans, no matter what he says, especially when Dazai is determined to make Chuuya suffer. He's not nervous about this situation, though. As if.
In fact, he should get to make Dazai bleed as well. He slides closer so that he can catch Dazai's lower lip between his teeth and bite hard. He wants to taste it, like tasting victory.]
[Chuuya is right about Dazai and his "plans", of course, but that doesn't mean Dazai will admit it. Besides, does it really count as the truth when he has at least a hundred plans at any given time? If the first one doesn't work, that doesn't mean the second or third that does work is any less Dazai's plan.
More importantly: it can't hurt to piss Chuuya off. Admittedly, it's a bit too easy at the best of times, but as long as both Chuuya and Fyodor keep moving, eventually all the pieces will align to give Dazai an opening. (Another important fact about plans: things always have to keep moving, because only if they don't can you be sure that nothing will change.) The fact that Fyodor is not engaging as much at the moment does not bode well in that respect, and the fact that his mouth feels rather nice on Dazai's neck doesn't change that.]
And what is your plan, then, Chuuya? If you have one, that is.
[Well, biting Dazai's lip is apparently a part of it, anyway. Dazai is starting to kind of hate all the pain in this encounter, but he just smirks (somewhat angrily) and licks his bloody lip.]
[ he leans over, a quick nip of teeth against the side of chuuya's mouth. yes, it does suit him, hanging unspoken. fyo shifts his weight, easing off dazai's back to give him room to move, though he still stays close and plastered to his side like a leech. one hand rests on the beige coat, fingers curling against dazai's hip.
in a very strange turn of events, fyodor finds that although he can see the branching alternatives of how this situation may develop, he doesn't care, and therefore planning for one or another is irrelevant. there are only reactions to be followed to their own logical conclusion. dazai's plans, chuuya's violence — it's odd that, for once, he feels rather disengaged from it. perhaps this is complacency at the current situation he's in.
whoever of the two lose the argument or whatever they have going on, fyodor wins. he's quite comfortable right now. ]
[Chuuya's attention does end up drawn to the rat as he pulls away, eyes tracking him for a moment. So that's how long their alliance lasted... He's on his own against Dazai now, just with an audience.
So he's going to lean in and help Dazai by licking away more blood, like he's satisfied with himself for what he did there. Which he is. And he's not worried, because even if Dazai has plans, Chuuya can handle it, like he always does. Even if Dazai is right in his implication that Chuuya doesn't have a single plan of his own here, and is just reacting to the two of them, trying to keep up.
He'll definitely figure out a way to keep up.]
I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
[He's just trying to buy himself enough time to come up with a plan to share. Actually, he's not even going to wait that long, because he prefers action over thinking, and he needs to keep this moving. Dazai abandoned the rope, so he's going to grab it from where it's still looped around his leg, and instead try to wrap it around Dazai's hands in one quick movement.]
[Dazai could fight off Chuuya, but that would only lead to more violence, and to Fyodor getting involved again. Admittedly, Fyodor taking some distance doesn't bode well, but getting him actively involved again wouldn't be much better in the short term. And so Dazai puts up with it for now, plotting his revenge for the more distant future. (Maybe he didn't steal those condoms, but helium-filled condom balloons all over Chuuya's wine cellar will be a thing!!)]
Are you sure it's me you want to tie up, Chuuya?
[... It's a little late to be asking that, but anyway, Dazai's goal is not to change Chuuya's mind (he knows better than to pick such a fight) so much as it is spreading Chuuya's attention. It's at least 90% a practical move, but he'd be lying if there wasn't some small portion of actual concern (and, of course, petty jealousy) involved, too.]
Your esteemed guest over there can't have come all the way here just to sit on the sidelines.
[Looking pointedly at Fyodor, because Dazai knows now and he doesn't trust you with his chuuhuahua one bit, Fyo!!]
You were tied up before I got here, dearest, darling Dazai. It is only right to continue and finish what you both started. [ but he is moderately offended at the implication he wouldn't be careful with the chuuhuahua (a fair assumption, fyo knows but he will be irritated nonetheless - not majorly, of course). he peels himself off dazai's back and sits, legs crossed as he continues observing.
fyo's posture is relaxed, elbow on his knee and chin propped on the back of his head as he surveys the scene. there is no participation, perhaps his own way to soothe the green pettiness he sensed - mild as it is, nothing of the sort should ever be fed here.
this may be his own concession too, a pointless acknowledgement of what he knows chuuya and dazai are, together and to each other. what fyo sees on display, and were he a modest man he'd have the inclination to look away.
and even further than that, the lack of plans (or rather, his decision for inaction in this encounter is an even more dangerous thing: trust, like a thin, silk filament of it stretched out between. fyo is trusting them enough to not follow his nature and instinct as although this is side by side by his own desire and curiosity towards double black and their dynamics now, it shouldn't be discounted as unimportant.) ]
I got to taste blood and a kiss, as all esteemed guests should. I'm satisfied.
[So their alliance hasn't ended. Chuuya looks at Dostoevsky, visibly surprised. He's not sure if it should be surprising, when the two of them are rivals, always competing, but it still feels strange. And it's not like Dostoevsky is actively helping him at this point, but even Chuuya can pick up on the implications here.
Though with that knowledge comes the additional realization of just how dangerous this is. His relationship with Dazai (if they're even going to call it that, and they don't), is tenuous at best, with constant friction building into fights at a moment's notice. The only reason anything works is because of the balance they've somehow been able to establish, one that's thrown off now with the presence of a third person, someone neither of them is supposed to rely on.
He wonders if Dazai will ever forgive him, if he really does team up with Dostoevsky against him here.]
See? He's fine just watching.
[He knows that for a fact, at least. Dostoevsky told him. And Chuuya has never been able to back down from anything, even if he knows it's a bad idea, so he's going to finish tying up Dazai's wrists with a knot he knows should be impossible to get out of.
(His small concession to that tenuous balance between them is this: He knows Dazai will get out of it. He knows Dazai knows that he knows.)
He grins, and moves out of Dazai's line of sight for a second, looking at Dostoevsky. He's... weirdly grateful, even if he knows the team up has more to do with working against Dazai than working with him, so he'll give him something small, too. He's still bleeding where Dostoevsky bit him, so he drags two fingers across the bite, pushing out more blood, and leaving a red trail across his throat to the two small scars still left above his jugular on the other side.
Though the rat better not think he's actually forgiven him for it.]
Still doesn't look like you have a plan.
[He grabs Dazai by the hips and flips him over, onto his back, before moving in between his legs. He slides down though, onto his stomach, head close to Dazai's crotch as he starts to get his pants open.]
A kind guest would help with the dishes, you know.
[Not that he means anything in particular by that; if anything, it's some mild mocking of Fyodor not doing anything. Not that Dazai is entirely dissatisfied with that, but it's something to say.
What is trust, to a man like Dazai? He knows better than to trust, even the people he knows best - and he does consider Chuuya to be among those. So of course he couldn't possibly be disappointed, if Chuuya teamed up with Fyodor against him... but he still might be. Depending on what was done, he still might be, stupid and illogical though it would be.
That would greatly depend on the circumstances, though. This much of a team up, certainly, is easy enough to deal with.]
Oh? Even though you're following along with it so perfectly.
[This is definitely his plan, of course. All of this was planned all along. That coming out and saying as much may well ruin the opportunity of a perfectly fine blowjob is a true tragedy, but Dazai has priorities, and emphasizing his omniscience compared to Chuuya's small brain is clearly more important than getting his rocks off. (Well, what other advantage does he have over Chuuya, if not his brain? Of course it is the only thing he can use as a trump card, reasonable or not, and so he does.)]
A kinder guest would consider gagging you to stop the host from being interrupted. Should I be kinder?
[ he reaches out with one finger to brush a lock of hair away from dazai's face. that's as far as he goes before withdrawing again; he'd told chuuya the truth: watching, observing closely, with little to no interference is one of his preferred methods of engagement in these situations.
he turns his eyes to chuuya catching the tailend of the surprised expression and smiles.
dostoevsky shudders, visible and visceral at the way those fingers press onto the wound, how blood surfaces once more; the way he shimmies down and undoes dazai's pants. maybe he ought to shut up dazai before he ruins the show.
in truth, chuuya is giving him 3 particular gifts here: the reminder of that bite and blood; an opportunity to observe dazai closely during this act (not that fyodor hasn't observed dazai during sex but it is different when he's also engaged and his expressions are as open and distracted as dazai's during it); and chuuya himself with another, red hair and flushed cheeks. ]
[This could definitely be part of Dazai's plan. There's no way to know with that bastard. Chuuya has no intention of stopping, though, because he honestly loves giving blowjobs, loves giving Dazai blowjobs, and it's a chance to show the rat what he's missing out on, since he won't let Chuuya give him one. Not that he's planning on just letting Dazai have what he (claims he) wants. He refuses to just go along with any plan. He'll just have to be more of a dick about it.
And he loved that visible reaction from the rat. It makes him want to do more for him.
He gets Dazai's pants open, and doesn't hesitate to pull out his cock, curling his fingers around it as he leans down to lick across the head. It's too brief, too light, but it's just a start. He grins at Dostoevsky.]
What do you think? Should I see how fast I can make him come?
[Having an orgasm forced out of you too quickly is never fun. He has a feeling Dazai would hate it, which is, of course, exactly why it would be fun to do. Although he suspects Dazai would stop him before he got very far.]
Or should I drag it out for as long as I can?
[He'll leave it up to the rat, since apparently they're still working together. And maybe he likes the idea of taking direction from him while doing this to Dazai. He licks again, still teasingly light, but with every sign of enjoyment.]
[A lot of what's happening and what might yet happen is easy enough to deal with, even if Dazai doesn't like it: that describes most of life, after all, and there's no reason why this should be any different. Being gagged, though? That would annoy him, taking away his main weapon (or at least the only way to wield his main weapon), and so he glares at Fyodor in sullen silence. Two against one really is too much, with these two... Dazai has decided on his revenge for Chuuya already; Fyodor's going to be more difficult.
Anyway, that is for the future. For now, Chuuya is using his mouth in the only way he ever should, and that is a worthy priority.]
Of course you should make it as fast as possible. What are you even talking about?!
[Some annoyed grumbling from Dazai - but what does it mean? Clearly if he says one thing, he expects Chuuya to do the opposite. But he also knows that Chuuya will want to do the opposite of what Dazai wants, so maybe he said what he wants on purpose?? Or maybe, since he knew that Chuuya would know -...
Does even Dazai know his own plans at this point? It's honestly doubtful. But considering he's improvising while getting a blowjob, he's doing the best he can under the circumstances.]
Hm [ fyodor still considers himself more neutral than not, though he shifts his stance to get on his knees. his touch is so gentle, so deceptive in its tenderness - as if something like him could ever feel those depths of affection for anything that isn't his goals. his fingers trace dazai's face. ] Don't look so annoyed, dearest, darling Dazai. You should just enjoy this.
[ and then the touch his gone, moved on towards chuuya, tracing the curve of his jawline instead. how pretty the godling looks already like this. ] Well, if Dazai insists that he wants to come as soon as possible, you should oblige him.
[ he leans a little further down, warm breath teasing dazai's cock before he shifts direction and kisses chuuya - quick and wet. then he's withdrawing again. ]
[Chuuya looks a bit surprised at the kiss, eyes tracking Dostoevsky for a second. And then he grins, looking up at Dazai, enjoying that annoyed expression. It's definitely a small victory for him. And he has his directions now. He doesn't have to overthink this, try to figure out which one Dazai wants the least, when he can leave that decision up to someone else.
(The fact that he's so willing to follow someone else's directions, and even ask for it - especially from Dostoevsky - is not something he wants brought up.)]
Since he's asking for it.
[He does allow himself a brief moment to enjoy this, though, to just enjoy the taste, before he gets into it. His tongue drags over the head of Dazai's cock, swirls around it, while he slowly jerks him with his hand to get him going. It's only a few seconds, and then he gets started. He takes the head in his mouth, but doesn't pause there before swallowing him down deeper, as deep as he can.
It's uncomfortable, without allowing himself time to warm up. He doesn't care. He just starts moving, aiming for too hard and too fast and too uncomfortable, using every trick he's learned that Dazai likes to make it painfully good.]
[That's the surest sign that it shouldn't, isn't it? Not by most people's standards, anyway - and while Dazai wouldn't necessarily agree with those under other circumstances, he might just chicken out and do so now. It's uncomfortable, how good some of this feels, even beyond the physical; he might as well paint a target on his back. Dick. Either one!
Minor thought crimes aside, though, he doesn't attempt to stop anything that's going on, because why on earth would he? Chuuya is finally using his mouth in the only way that's worthwhile, and even if it's too much too fast, it honestly feels good. It's just too rushed, too forced, and just because he's a terrible person, Dazai will absolutely jerk his hips up at some point. It's probably involuntary.
He also uses the motion to further work on untying his wrists, though. For what it's worth: he isn't planning to "escape" this situation at all. But he also doesn't know where this is going to lead once he comes, and he'd rather have his hands free, just in case.]
[ why, excuse you, dazai. when fyodor says something should happen it most certainly should, including and not limited to arson, murder, large scale destructions and, in this particular case, sexual enjoyment.
fyodor shushes dazai as if he's a child; a hand once again so very tenderly reaching out to smooth against his cheek. it's is an encouragement to let go and just accept what is being given. this is as much a game as it isn't. fyodor is, in many ways, a sadist but for these encounters, he prefers something more than pain. to wring out pain from others is the oldest, most boring trick in the book. he's tired of it long ago. though he does find amusement in seeing two distinct parties hurt each other in their mutual blindness.
there are no comments made towards dazai trying to free his wrists nor of how he jerks his hips. the smile is directed at dazai but the words are for chuuya: ]
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he has a hamster in his room; a fridge filled with pudding; an expensive wine bottle in his pantry; his ushanka is stored away, deep in the closet. there is something transformative about this life he's pretending to lead that is becoming less of a pretence than he'd like.
and he knows dazai.
knows him deeply and intimately. they are alike, they are so close to being the same side of the coin but —
there is something rotted that reaches out, tenderly and wanting to be held. fyodor takes the kiss, and then while dazai does whatever dazai is going to do (which fyodor knows, he can tell) he provides a distraction by kissing chuuya. this is messy and open, inviting him in to take more, to bite to make him bleed if he so wishes. ]
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He'll let the rat kiss him, though, and he'll nip at his lips as he kisses back, hard but not hard enough to cause damage yet, wrapping an arm loosely around his back, enjoying the moment, the weight of him. He'll also stick his leg out and up into the air, like an offering.]
At least tie me properly so it can hold me. You're too damn lazy.
[He barely bothers to break the kiss to say it. Dazai will be able to hear it even if it's spoken directly against the rat's lips.
The thing is, he knew what he signed up for when he decided to stay. There was a chance he could get the rat to side with him instead - that the rat would want Dazai to bleed - but if the two of them are turning on him, then what comes next is going to be inevitable. His only chance would have been to run. He wouldn't have been able to avoid it even if he did run.
So he's going to act like he doesn't care. He's not impressed. Whatever the two of them might want to do, he can take it, and if Dazai wants to get back at him for earlier, he can take it even better than Dazai did. Even knowing he won't be able to use his Ability for it.]
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Dazai is lazy, and after being shut down so bluntly, he's less inclined to work for anything than before. Add to that the fact that Chuuya is (pretending to be) willing to go along with his plan, and Dazai loses all interest in doing anything of the sort.
What he is going to do, is pull at the leg Chuuya is still standing on. Chuuya had pulled them off balance, trying to make them both fall; he can have a taste of his own medicine.]
I'm not doing it anymore.
[Sitting and sulking like an overgrown child is clearly a much better plan. Considering what he came here to suffer, he's still ahead on a technicality; there are worse things than stopping now.]
I think I'll just blow up Chuuya's wine cellar, and go back home.
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honestly, though dazai's moods and all are something fyodor considers familiar. on a good day, he'd even admit that he can deal with them just fine and enjoy the irrationality, the childishness, the games — he is not too dissimilar though he opts to act a certain way. more taciturn, a self-imposed exile from humanity and ability users.
with the addition of chuuya their usual game is off. fyodor feels it, like an uncomfortable sheen of sweat on his skin.
he moves, quicker than one would expect from fyodor and allows chuuya to fall with the pull from dazai. sorry, godling, he can't land on a heap on the floor while dazai is loose here. instead, fyodor tries to take advantage of the moment: chuuya falling, dazai pulling on that leg to openly attempt to tackle dazai onto the floor.
maybe chuuya's plan to make dazai bleed is the better option.
and they're all going to act like toddlers here apparently. ]
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He lands, throwing out an arm to break the fall and to provide leverage, and immediately his leg comes up in a kick aimed at Dazai.]
Like hell you're leaving!
[And seeing the rat tackle Dazai is satisfying. This is turning into a different kind of thrill, almost a free-for-all, except with alliances. It's funny. Or it's at least fun. It's unpredictable. Is the rat on his side now?
He doubts it, but maybe for the moment he is.]
I know you're not that much of a coward, Dazai.
[He's going to get up, and then join the pile, however it ends up.]
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The kick hurts, but not enough to count as serious, especially from Chuuya; the fall is a bit rough-going, though, especially with a Fyodor-shaped anchor on Dazai's leg(s). While Dazai manages to catch himself to some degree, he's too late to avoid a collision with the floor completely: his mouth makes contact - not quite a full-on crash, but enough of an impact that his lips will swell and probably bleed some, if only on the inside.]
What... does cowardice have to do with it?
[He literally just boldly announced his plans to ruin your stupidly expensive wine collection! How does that make him a coward, or indeed anything but a man of exquisite taste?!?]
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and his look is tender, fitting for a moment of intimacy between lovers and not what he does next: fyodor jabs his elbow against dazai's spine, hard and bruising— bitterness in such a blow, an accusation (this is what you've made of me, this is what you've reduced me to and i will make you bleed for it). then his mouth, stained with his own blood and chuuya's previously- mean, sharp teeth in the juncture between jaw and ear, a rebuke (shut up) but it is only blood he seeks, no flesh and he waits
expects
welcomes the punishment for his infliction of such violence.
( chuuya is not forgotten, of course, fyodor has him in the periphery of his awareness, knows where his next bruise might come from. is he on your side still, chuuya? — a bloody smile, he thinks blood looks better on the godling but blood is so familiar to dostoevsky. from womb to tomb, even muzzled and collared like this, he will never let anyone forget what he is. what he can do. and what he wants to do. ) ]
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This was supposed to be a game between the three of them, but the truth is he doesn't trust Dostoevsky at all, doesn't trust him not to cross that line and take this too far. And if that's the case, he should be the one to take the punishment, he'll make himself the target, not because Dazai doesn't deserve it, but because -- Just because. He doesn't want to think about it. He won't let Dazai get hurt because he let his guard down.
But the line isn't crossed, not yet. Instead of throwing himself forward, he rolls, ending up on his side facing Dazai, resting his head in one hand. He grins.
(He's still keeping an eye on the rat, but he'll side with him for now.)]
You're scared your plan won't work, so you drop it. That makes you a coward.
[Why Dazai really changed his mind about the plan isn't important. What's important is winning the argument, which has nothing to do with the truth.]
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He doesn't, though. Action invites reaction, but that is exactly why Dazai tries not to react and so cause more reactions - not unless he's sure that this won't end up being two against one, because he's really not sure he'd win that. He'd survive just fine (more's the pity...), but anything he does would only make things worse on him in both the short and long term.
Maybe, then, he'll simply let this happen for a bit, allow for that absurd Fyodor-Chuuya team-up only so that Chuuya will suffer the consequences and regret everything - because he will, sooner or later, and intensely. (Maybe that is a lesson Dazai wants to teach Chuuya anyway, after the guy's apparent dalliances with Fyodor. Not that he's jealous, or anything.)]
My plans never fail. [He looks at Chuuya, smirking in spite of the pain and his awkward position.] Never.
[So what do you think his plan is here, hmm? Whatever could it be~? You'll never know until you find out, at which point it will be too late.]
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silence is what he opts for, this is a discussion between double black; whoever wins this argument is of no consequence to fyodor. not when he has dazai beneath him and his teeth and mouth and tongue against the soft skin.
(and deep, deeper still, this is not truly what fyodor wants. the blank card he carries on his back, the ache brought on by the humidity in the air, his skin stretched thin— part of him is present in the moment with dazai and chuuya, and the rest is back on his pedestal. too holy, too righteous, too much to be tolerated, too much to be put down with ease. he's not dazai, he does not yearn for death. he's not chuuya he does not yearn for normalcy or some such thing.) ]
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Most of his attention is on Dazai. He's in this now, so he's pushing through.]
You can say that because you never tell anyone your plans until you know they'll work.
[Chuuya hates it, but he believes in Dazai's plans, no matter what he says, especially when Dazai is determined to make Chuuya suffer. He's not nervous about this situation, though. As if.
In fact, he should get to make Dazai bleed as well. He slides closer so that he can catch Dazai's lower lip between his teeth and bite hard. He wants to taste it, like tasting victory.]
What do you think, rat? Blood suits him.
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More importantly: it can't hurt to piss Chuuya off. Admittedly, it's a bit too easy at the best of times, but as long as both Chuuya and Fyodor keep moving, eventually all the pieces will align to give Dazai an opening. (Another important fact about plans: things always have to keep moving, because only if they don't can you be sure that nothing will change.) The fact that Fyodor is not engaging as much at the moment does not bode well in that respect, and the fact that his mouth feels rather nice on Dazai's neck doesn't change that.]
And what is your plan, then, Chuuya? If you have one, that is.
[Well, biting Dazai's lip is apparently a part of it, anyway. Dazai is starting to kind of hate all the pain in this encounter, but he just smirks (somewhat angrily) and licks his bloody lip.]
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in a very strange turn of events, fyodor finds that although he can see the branching alternatives of how this situation may develop, he doesn't care, and therefore planning for one or another is irrelevant. there are only reactions to be followed to their own logical conclusion. dazai's plans, chuuya's violence — it's odd that, for once, he feels rather disengaged from it. perhaps this is complacency at the current situation he's in.
whoever of the two lose the argument or whatever they have going on, fyodor wins. he's quite comfortable right now. ]
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So he's going to lean in and help Dazai by licking away more blood, like he's satisfied with himself for what he did there. Which he is. And he's not worried, because even if Dazai has plans, Chuuya can handle it, like he always does. Even if Dazai is right in his implication that Chuuya doesn't have a single plan of his own here, and is just reacting to the two of them, trying to keep up.
He'll definitely figure out a way to keep up.]
I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
[He's just trying to buy himself enough time to come up with a plan to share. Actually, he's not even going to wait that long, because he prefers action over thinking, and he needs to keep this moving. Dazai abandoned the rope, so he's going to grab it from where it's still looped around his leg, and instead try to wrap it around Dazai's hands in one quick movement.]
Or I can show you.
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Are you sure it's me you want to tie up, Chuuya?
[... It's a little late to be asking that, but anyway, Dazai's goal is not to change Chuuya's mind (he knows better than to pick such a fight) so much as it is spreading Chuuya's attention. It's at least 90% a practical move, but he'd be lying if there wasn't some small portion of actual concern (and, of course, petty jealousy) involved, too.]
Your esteemed guest over there can't have come all the way here just to sit on the sidelines.
[Looking pointedly at Fyodor, because Dazai knows now and he doesn't trust you with his chuuhuahua one bit, Fyo!!]
phone tag apologies in advance!
fyo's posture is relaxed, elbow on his knee and chin propped on the back of his head as he surveys the scene. there is no participation, perhaps his own way to soothe the green pettiness he sensed - mild as it is, nothing of the sort should ever be fed here.
this may be his own concession too, a pointless acknowledgement of what he knows chuuya and dazai are, together and to each other. what fyo sees on display, and were he a modest man he'd have the inclination to look away.
and even further than that, the lack of plans (or rather, his decision for inaction in this encounter is an even more dangerous thing: trust, like a thin, silk filament of it stretched out between. fyo is trusting them enough to not follow his nature and instinct as although this is side by side by his own desire and curiosity towards double black and their dynamics now, it shouldn't be discounted as unimportant.) ]
I got to taste blood and a kiss, as all esteemed guests should. I'm satisfied.
[ for now ]
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Though with that knowledge comes the additional realization of just how dangerous this is. His relationship with Dazai (if they're even going to call it that, and they don't), is tenuous at best, with constant friction building into fights at a moment's notice. The only reason anything works is because of the balance they've somehow been able to establish, one that's thrown off now with the presence of a third person, someone neither of them is supposed to rely on.
He wonders if Dazai will ever forgive him, if he really does team up with Dostoevsky against him here.]
See? He's fine just watching.
[He knows that for a fact, at least. Dostoevsky told him. And Chuuya has never been able to back down from anything, even if he knows it's a bad idea, so he's going to finish tying up Dazai's wrists with a knot he knows should be impossible to get out of.
(His small concession to that tenuous balance between them is this: He knows Dazai will get out of it. He knows Dazai knows that he knows.)
He grins, and moves out of Dazai's line of sight for a second, looking at Dostoevsky. He's... weirdly grateful, even if he knows the team up has more to do with working against Dazai than working with him, so he'll give him something small, too. He's still bleeding where Dostoevsky bit him, so he drags two fingers across the bite, pushing out more blood, and leaving a red trail across his throat to the two small scars still left above his jugular on the other side.
Though the rat better not think he's actually forgiven him for it.]
Still doesn't look like you have a plan.
[He grabs Dazai by the hips and flips him over, onto his back, before moving in between his legs. He slides down though, onto his stomach, head close to Dazai's crotch as he starts to get his pants open.]
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[Not that he means anything in particular by that; if anything, it's some mild mocking of Fyodor not doing anything. Not that Dazai is entirely dissatisfied with that, but it's something to say.
What is trust, to a man like Dazai? He knows better than to trust, even the people he knows best - and he does consider Chuuya to be among those. So of course he couldn't possibly be disappointed, if Chuuya teamed up with Fyodor against him... but he still might be. Depending on what was done, he still might be, stupid and illogical though it would be.
That would greatly depend on the circumstances, though. This much of a team up, certainly, is easy enough to deal with.]
Oh? Even though you're following along with it so perfectly.
[This is definitely his plan, of course. All of this was planned all along. That coming out and saying as much may well ruin the opportunity of a perfectly fine blowjob is a true tragedy, but Dazai has priorities, and emphasizing his omniscience compared to Chuuya's small brain is clearly more important than getting his rocks off. (Well, what other advantage does he have over Chuuya, if not his brain? Of course it is the only thing he can use as a trump card, reasonable or not, and so he does.)]
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[ he reaches out with one finger to brush a lock of hair away from dazai's face. that's as far as he goes before withdrawing again; he'd told chuuya the truth: watching, observing closely, with little to no interference is one of his preferred methods of engagement in these situations.
he turns his eyes to chuuya catching the tailend of the surprised expression and smiles.
dostoevsky shudders, visible and visceral at the way those fingers press onto the wound, how blood surfaces once more; the way he shimmies down and undoes dazai's pants. maybe he ought to shut up dazai before he ruins the show.
in truth, chuuya is giving him 3 particular gifts here: the reminder of that bite and blood; an opportunity to observe dazai closely during this act (not that fyodor hasn't observed dazai during sex but it is different when he's also engaged and his expressions are as open and distracted as dazai's during it); and chuuya himself with another, red hair and flushed cheeks. ]
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And he loved that visible reaction from the rat. It makes him want to do more for him.
He gets Dazai's pants open, and doesn't hesitate to pull out his cock, curling his fingers around it as he leans down to lick across the head. It's too brief, too light, but it's just a start. He grins at Dostoevsky.]
What do you think? Should I see how fast I can make him come?
[Having an orgasm forced out of you too quickly is never fun. He has a feeling Dazai would hate it, which is, of course, exactly why it would be fun to do. Although he suspects Dazai would stop him before he got very far.]
Or should I drag it out for as long as I can?
[He'll leave it up to the rat, since apparently they're still working together. And maybe he likes the idea of taking direction from him while doing this to Dazai. He licks again, still teasingly light, but with every sign of enjoyment.]
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Anyway, that is for the future. For now, Chuuya is using his mouth in the only way he ever should, and that is a worthy priority.]
Of course you should make it as fast as possible. What are you even talking about?!
[Some annoyed grumbling from Dazai - but what does it mean? Clearly if he says one thing, he expects Chuuya to do the opposite. But he also knows that Chuuya will want to do the opposite of what Dazai wants, so maybe he said what he wants on purpose?? Or maybe, since he knew that Chuuya would know -...
Does even Dazai know his own plans at this point? It's honestly doubtful. But considering he's improvising while getting a blowjob, he's doing the best he can under the circumstances.]
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[ and then the touch his gone, moved on towards chuuya, tracing the curve of his jawline instead. how pretty the godling looks already like this. ] Well, if Dazai insists that he wants to come as soon as possible, you should oblige him.
[ he leans a little further down, warm breath teasing dazai's cock before he shifts direction and kisses chuuya - quick and wet. then he's withdrawing again. ]
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(The fact that he's so willing to follow someone else's directions, and even ask for it - especially from Dostoevsky - is not something he wants brought up.)]
Since he's asking for it.
[He does allow himself a brief moment to enjoy this, though, to just enjoy the taste, before he gets into it. His tongue drags over the head of Dazai's cock, swirls around it, while he slowly jerks him with his hand to get him going. It's only a few seconds, and then he gets started. He takes the head in his mouth, but doesn't pause there before swallowing him down deeper, as deep as he can.
It's uncomfortable, without allowing himself time to warm up. He doesn't care. He just starts moving, aiming for too hard and too fast and too uncomfortable, using every trick he's learned that Dazai likes to make it painfully good.]
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[That's the surest sign that it shouldn't, isn't it? Not by most people's standards, anyway - and while Dazai wouldn't necessarily agree with those under other circumstances, he might just chicken out and do so now. It's uncomfortable, how good some of this feels, even beyond the physical; he might as well paint a target on his back. Dick. Either one!
Minor thought crimes aside, though, he doesn't attempt to stop anything that's going on, because why on earth would he? Chuuya is finally using his mouth in the only way that's worthwhile, and even if it's too much too fast, it honestly feels good. It's just too rushed, too forced, and just because he's a terrible person, Dazai will absolutely jerk his hips up at some point. It's probably involuntary.
He also uses the motion to further work on untying his wrists, though. For what it's worth: he isn't planning to "escape" this situation at all. But he also doesn't know where this is going to lead once he comes, and he'd rather have his hands free, just in case.]
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fyodor shushes dazai as if he's a child; a hand once again so very tenderly reaching out to smooth against his cheek. it's is an encouragement to let go and just accept what is being given. this is as much a game as it isn't. fyodor is, in many ways, a sadist but for these encounters, he prefers something more than pain. to wring out pain from others is the oldest, most boring trick in the book. he's tired of it long ago. though he does find amusement in seeing two distinct parties hurt each other in their mutual blindness.
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More. You can take him deeper.
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feel free to assume Dazai is coming whenever is convenient tbh
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cw for sacrilege tbh... i don't even really mean it but i hardcore had to do it
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