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[Revenge feels good, and Dazai revels in it. It's especially nice when Chuuya is desperate, and Dazai clicks his tongue, shaking his head like he's disappointed.]

You didn't expect this? Are you losing your edge?

[The thing is, Dazai doesn't actually want to go without getting something out of this. So yes, he plans to fuck Chuuya. He's just going to string him along a bit, because Chuuya is so easy to rile up, and because Dazai wants to teach him a lesson. Even though--okay, even though it was Dazai who left Chuuya high and dry last time. So, in terms of being even, they are.

He's not going to say that, though.]

[Chuuya could punch him. He would, if he wasn't trapped underneath Dazai, one hand in Dazai's hair, the other on his own dick. He would, if he didn't need this to happen.]

You deserved it.

[He'll bite at Dazai's lips again. He needs him to bleed. He needs them both to bleed at the same time, as he kisses him hard, needy, trying to make him forget about the eternal competition between them. As if either of them ever could.]

And you want this.

[Chuuya's teeth catch and cut; blood wells up between them, and Dazai shudders into the kiss, pretending it's something else. His plan to draw this out is really getting tested here, but Dazai has never been the sort of man to give in.

Even if he does want this. And did deserve it.]

I warned you.

[One hand goes under Chuuya's thigh, pushing his leg higher. Dazai's fingers push hard enough to bruise, small smudges of fingerprints.]

[Chuuya's leg jerks slightly at the pain of that grip, before Chuuya can control himself. He doesn't hate it, though. If Dazai is going to hurt him, he wants it to bruise.]

So you're going to stop now?

[Obviously not, when they're still pressed this close together, when Chuuya can taste Dazai's blood on his lips. They're not even pulling away to talk. He kisses him again, tasting both of them, together.]

I get it. You could stop if you wanted. Come on.

[Dazai doesn't know if he's tasting his own blood or the one he'd drawn from Chuuya, but it also doesn't matter. He bites again, because he can.]

What if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?

[Hypothetically, Dazai could get up and leave. He's not above taking care of himself later, or finding someone else. But he's not going to, because he's here already, and Chuuya's got him all tangled up in more ways than one.]

[Chuuya is going to let go of his own dick, and wrap that arm around Dazai instead, holding him there.]

You're not leaving.

[It's a whine more than an order. He can't take it if Dazai leaves him like this again.]

Come on, I still haven't come at all. Dazai. Come on.

[A pause. Dazai regards Chuuya, darkly amused at the way he sounds when he pleads like that. Come on. It might be cute, if it were anyone else, but unfortunately it's impossible for Chuuya to be anything of the sort.]

Okay, then.

[Bracing himself, Dazai rocks his hips forward, uses one hand to hold himself steady as he rubs his cock against Chuuya's entrance. It's definitely not ending here; Chuuya can think he won, sure, but Dazai isn't done just yet.]

[He's visibly relieved when Dazai agrees, when he feels him move his hips. He tries to shift his hips to make the angle easier for him, and then holds himself still.]

Finally.

[They're even using lube this time, so pushing in should be easy. He waits, moaning just a little, a low sound, at the way it feels to have Dazai rub the head against his entrance. But for some reason Dazai isn't doing more.]

Dazai?

[Yes, it's much easier than it would be without lube. What kind of fools don't use lube? Just fucking into Chuuya without worrying about it would be easy. They could get this over with, Dazai could leave, and it would be simple.

But that's not how Dazai does things.]

Hm?

[He stays where he is, looking at Chuuya like he has no idea what the problem might be. False innocence. Oh, yes, Dazai does want to press in, but he's a man of restraint(s). He doesn't worry about it.]

[Oh, he really wants to punch him now. He really is going to drag this out, get back at Chuuya for something he actually deserved, just because of that challenge.]

You better not be thinking you can make me beg.

[He tries to push his hips up, see if he can't make Dazai slip, because Dazai has to be desperate, too, right? Not as desperate as Chuuya, but still hard, and it has to be difficult for him, too. Chuuya has to believe he can convince him, because he's really not sure he won't give in himself.]

[Yes, Dazai is desperate. Chuuya already fucked him over the first time, and the prospect of actually getting off—of fucking into Chuuya, all nice and open—is hard to resist. But resist Dazai does, because pissing Chuuya off is even better. By a slim margin.]

Oh, when would I ever ask you to beg?

[He does roll his hips forward, rubbing himself against Chuuya. He just wants to push a little more, to make Chuuya think he really might not do it.]

If you wanted to, though, I wouldn’t say no.

[Chuuya shudders. Moans helplessly because he's so fucking sensitive. He really regrets not jerking himself off now, because at least then Dazai wouldn't have as much of an advantage here.]

Like hell I want to.

[He has to close his eyes, trying to ground himself. If Dazai actually pushed in, at least he'd have the pain of it to help keep himself under control, for a little bit longer.]

Dazai. Dazai. I swear I'll hurt you if you don't.

[He hates how needy he sounds.]

[Chuuya has always been too expressive, too quick to show how he’s feeling, and it apparently extends to sex, too. It’s something Dazai has always hated. Better to work with someone unemotional, he figures; less of a liability. Less annoying. But he does like how easy it is to tell when Chuuya is annoyed.

There it is again. His name in that voice, but tinged differently than usual. Dazai’s hips stutter forward just enough to fit barely inside, hardly anything. Certainly not enough to give Chuuya what he’s looking for.]

Maybe you should have thought about this earlier. You know me.

[And he does; he knows well enough that Dazai never lets anything go without getting even.]

[It's not enough but it's something. It doesn't hurt, though, and he's cursing the lube for that, because he needs pain to be able to focus. He probably wouldn't be able to focus anyway.]

I knew it. Didn't care.

[It had been worth the risk. Sometimes you have to damn the consequences for the sake of getting one over on Dazai.]

I'll never give you a real blowjob if you don't fuck me now.

[Chuuya is very caught up on thinking he has some hold over Dazai with the threat of denying blowjobs, as if Dazai can’t simply walk out of here, into a bar, and find someone else. He’s certainly not above it, and has done so before.

But Chuuya thinking he’s winning is unacceptable.]

Don’t care. Keep your shitty blowjobs.

[Dazai’s thrust is sudden and quick. It’s not because of Chuuya’s threat; he just doesn’t want to be here all night. And he does want to get off, which Chuuya’s ass is going to be perfect for.]

You’re really terrible at getting what you want, Chuuya. Be more charming.

[Dazai finally pushing in is enough to make him gasp, legs coming up off the bed, eyes going wide. It doesn't hurt, but it's satisfying, the way he immediately feels full, feels connected to Dazai in a way that should be disgusting.]

Wouldn't work on you anyway.

[If he tried to be charming, Dazai would just make fun of him for it. There's no way he'd waste the effort on him. But he's stopped caring about the argument now that he's getting what he wants.]

Finally. Finally.

[This should feel disgusting, but it just feels like sex, Chuuya hot and tight as Dazai sinks in all the way. He wouldn’t say he likes the way Chuuya looks like this, but it is rather satisfying; he’s a responsive partner, and when has that ever been a bad thing? Er, except for the fact that it’s Chuuya.]

Finally? I take it you’re enjoying yourself now?

[Dazai doesn’t let him adjust, drawing back only to thrust in again with a roll of his hips. He does still need to get even for what Chuuya had done earlier, too, but for the moment, Dazai watches him, watches the way Chuuya’s hair falls and curls around his face.

No, a charming Chuuya would be awful. This is good enough.]

[He doesn't want or need time to adjust, he just wants to feel. The lube means the slide in and out is an easy one, even if he's still left feeling satisfyingly full, the movement knocking more moans out of him. Responsive is right - He never stood a chance at hiding his responses.]

Shut up and keep going.

[He knows he should deny it, but what's the point. He'll just have to distract Dazai from trying to make fun of him because of it. He leans up, nips at Dazai's jaw, then his throat, teeth sharp against skin.]

[Ah- Dazai swallows a noise, grits his teeth, bites the inside of his lip. He refuses to let Chuuya get to him, even as the movements of their bodies builds the heat under Dazai’s skin and in the pit of his stomach.]

Did I give you any indication of stopping?

[A hand goes between them; Dazai wraps long fingers around Chuuya’s cock, as though he’s going to help him out. Which is, of course, not the case; as soon as Chuuya gives any sign of being close, Dazai is going to make that very clear.]

[It won't take long. He'd been close earlier, when he'd stopped himself, and it's building up again fast. Part of him feels like he's been turned on since the last time they fucked, even though a cold shower and refusing to think about it had definitely fixed the problem for a while.

Until he'd decided to text Dazai again.]

You didn't. Feels good.

[He definitely shouldn't admit it. He's beyond thinking, though. He's close, hips pushing up to meet Dazai's thrusts, teeth slipping against Dazai's skin as he loses his ability to focus. There's a trembling in his limbs that give it away when he's right at the edge, like he'd still somehow been holding himself back before, and he can't now.]

[Oh, that’s rather honest. Dazai isn’t used to it, but he refuses — refuses — to find it any sort of endearing. No, he’s just here to get off, obviously, and to antagonize Chuuya. Why else would he be here?

He strokes with his hand a bit more, before stopping at the base of Chuuya’s cock, and wrapping his fingers around it in a circle. He can tell Chuuya will fall over the edge soon, and there’s still the matter of paying him back for earlier.]

Mmhm.

[Dazai’s own body is seeking the edge to tumble over, the crest of the wave, as he works his hips into Chuuya, curls closer to him. It shouldn’t feel this good to touch another person, particularly not this other person, but… well, unfortunately, Dazai is a man of physical desire at the end of the day.]

[That hand feels impossibly good, almost too good, because at this point he's so close it hurts. It's too much. He just wants to let go, tumble over that edge and finally get what he's owed. He's not even paying attention to his own words anymore, just letting them slip free.

Until those fingers tighten, and his eyes open wide with horror.]

Dazai--

[No. He better not be. He better fucking not be.]

Let go!

[It definitely comes out as a whine.]

[The grin Dazai gives Chuuya is perhaps a bit malevolent. Just a bit. Dazai knows he's got him, squeezing a little too tight as he continues to work his hips, fucking into Chuuya and chasing his own release.]

What was that? [Dazai's own voice is a little breathy at this point.] I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you.

[Is he an asshole? Yes. A sadist? Sometimes. When it comes to Chuuya, Dazai isn't one to hold back, after all--considering just how much of it Chuuya has learned to take.]

There must be something going on with your mouth. It wasn't working very well earlier, either.

I swear I’ll kill you.

[It’s an empty threat, but he can’t think of anything better when he can barely think. He reaches between them, and starts trying to pry Dazai’s hand off, finger by finger, hoping to force him to give up.

He hates that he loves the way Dazai is fucking him right now. He wants nothing more than to enjoy it, to melt into the bed as Dazai’s dick slides in and out, building into a burning kind of pleasure, spreading all throughout his limbs. He wants this so much. He wants exactly this, from Dazai, and he hates himself for wanting it.]

Let go. Come on. Come on, Dazai, I need this, I —

[They both know it's an empty threat, which only makes Dazai enjoy it more. I'll kill you? He can be more creative than that? ...then again, Dazai is also a bit lacking in the eloquence department while he's like this, focused on the rhythm and making it good. Not because he wants Chuuya to enjoy it, but because he wants the fact that Dazai is withholding release to hurt more.]

You need what?

[The sound of his voice is rough, and Dazai normally hates it, but right now he really doesn't care if Chuuya knows he's feeling good. Enjoying himself. Dazai's grip gets tighter when he feels Chuuya's fingers seeking to get him to let go--a familiar touch, probably better known to him than anyone else.

Which means nothing, of course.]