[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: ]
[Dazai's cock is pushed deeper than he was prepared for, at exactly the wrong moment. He chokes for a second, and has to pull back slightly to catch his breath, to make sure his eyes won't start watering, which would be too embarrassing. He knows it had to have been on purpose. He won't let that slow him down, though. He's focused on his task now, and it's only a couple of seconds before he gets back to what he was doing, breathing through his nose so he'll be able to keep it up.
And of course he'll obey that order. He usually needs at least a bit of warm up before he can deep throat Dazai, especially with Dazai making it more difficult on purpose, but he'll force himself to ignore it. He closes his eyes, lets Dazai's cock slide all the way into his throat, holding there for a second.
When he starts moving again, he's moaning at the same time, knowing what the vibrations will do. Plus, he loves this. He loves being pushed to take more than he can handle. Not that he can't handle it.
He reaches down between his own legs, gets his own pants open, because they're already getting uncomfortably tight. He won't start touching himself yet.]
feel free to assume Dazai is coming whenever is convenient tbh
[Dazai might be too lazy to be a proper sadist most of the time, but he still isn't anything like a masochist... under ordinary circumstances, anyway. Maybe it's because of that, rather than in spite of it, that it's tempting to do exactly as Fyodor asks, and just give in for a bit. On the one hand: that's a terrible idea, risking much more than just his life. On the other hand: how many opportunities does he really have to take any risk at all? And hasn't Fyodor already surrendered more than Dazai could possibly surrender here and now? Shouldn't he give a little back?
Why the hell is Dazai still thinking about all of this right now, like he's desperately clinging to what little reason he has left?!
He squeezes his eyes shut briefly when Chuuya gets to work again, a good excuse to stop looking at Fyodor and the unreasonably attractive way he's just hanging over him. To be fair to Dazai (which, frankly, one should never do): he doesn't try to thrust up into Chuuya's mouth again. Maybe he really is a nice person! Or maybe he just doesn't want to make Chuuya puke on his dick. Either one!
Perhaps it's going to be too fast a climax, after all: with Chuuya moaning around his dick, Dazai can already feel the pressure building, everything contracting. Part of him is pettily annoyed by that even now, just because Chuuya is getting what he wants... but it's not like Dazai hates it.]
Don't touch yourself. [ there is an admonishing slap against chuuya's shoulder. ] A good host must see to the need of his guest first. [ not his, of course, but dazai's. fyodor still looks uninterest in engaging in the proceedings beyond acting as a conductor.
his face is hungry though, not for sex but for the emotions on their faces. the way they come together so perfectly, in sync as if there is something like fate binding them. it is enjoyable, bittersweet too when fyodor knows his grand work will destroy them all.
and if his tone with chuuya is sharp and commanding, it becomes a croon when he addresses dazai, coaxing. ] Open your eyes, Dazai.
[ that is perhaps more dangerous than dostoevsky just barking out orders, this is persuasion, vile and twisting. he will find his way to sway them both during this ecounter. ]
[Chuuya groans at the admonishment, the sound a lot more desperate than his earlier moans. The fact that he's being ordered not to touch himself is just making his dick throb, is making him want it even more, but he pulls his hand away, moves it up to Dazai's thigh. And then - just to be a dick - he's going to push Dazai's thighs further apart.
He can tell Dazai is close, and that's satisfying. It hasn't been long at all. Chuuya is going to count it as another win against his useless ex-partner. He takes him deep again, nose pressed to his crotch, and then hollows out his cheeks as he sucks hard, trying to force him over that edge whether he wants it or not.
When Dazai comes, he lets it spill down his throat, swallowing eagerly. He loves this part, too, though he has zero intention of ever thinking too deeply about why. And he doesn't end it there. It was too quick, after all. So when Dazai is spent, he doesn't pull off, instead pressing his tongue against the underside. He starts bobbing his head again, knowing it's going to be too much, that his dick will be oversensitive in a few moments.
[Dazai wasn't dead set on keeping his eyes closed permanently anyway, so clearly it's just a coincidence that he opens them when Fyodor coaxes him to. Or, if there's any deliberate cooperation involved, naturally it's only because of the different ways Fyodor is treating Chuuya and him - as everybody should, clearly. This is exactly their respective position: Chuuya should be bullied, and Dazai spoiled. (Does... this really count as being spoiled, though..?)
And so Dazai is looking at Fyodor when he comes, moaning - nothing to exaggerated, but sincere enough; a simple sound ushered out along with something more substantial below. So far, so good! It's a nice climax, and if he's seeing stars, that just proves it.
But that's not where it ends. That bastard Chuuya just keeps going, and from one moment to the next, pleasure goes from warm to searing hot, ripping out every nerve in Dazai's body. He can deal with pain, as much as he hates it; he cannot deal with this, breaking out in a cold sweat even as he tries not to be too vocal, which might only satisfy Chuuya. It's just as well that Chuuya is pushing his legs open, and hopefully holding him down firmly, because Dazai would be doing some serious thrusting up if not - more a desperately struggle to move and get away than anything, but all the same. As it is, he's still thrashing wildly, and doing what he can to get the hell away from Chuuya, trying to push back and up against Fyodor because it is his only route of escape.]
[ he adjusts his position, knees uncomfortable as he catches dazai and holds him. it isn't a harsh grip, just firm enough to anchor him as he trashes and tries to get away from chuuya. his eyes are bright, curious as he takes in dazai's discomfort.
he shushes dazai again, one hand pressed against his cheek, cold sweat dampening his fingers. when he croons it is so sweet and loving: ] You're doing so well, can you endure a little longer? Just a little more.
[ he wonders if dazai will cry and how those tears would look on those lashes; what chuuya would do then, what fyodor would feel - anything? nothing?
a tilt of his head in chuuya's general direction: ] Godling, you can touch yourself under these conditions. Lighter the harder your mouth goes. Harder the lighter your mouth goes. And if Dazai cries, you can come.
[Chuuya nearly chokes again when Dazai starts thrashing, and has to shove his legs down hard to keep him in place. He has to pull off slightly to let himself recover, though he still keeps just the head between his lips as he breathes, like he's unwilling to let it go. It still tastes of come.
His eyes snap upwards as Dostoevsky speaks, paying attention to his words, his instructions, feeling it all go straight to his own dick. He swallows, glances at Dazai, still using all his strength to hold his legs down.
There's no way Dazai will cry. There's no way he won't make Chuuya regret this.]
Can you hold him?
[Chuuya has to let go of one of Dazai's legs to touch himself, so he might be able to use that to fight Chuuya off. He almost hesitates to start jerking himself, because he'll just make himself more desperate, and he already knows he won't be allowed to come based on those rules. But he has to try. He reaches down between his legs, wraps his hand loosely around his dick, and then turns his attention back to what he was doing.
There's another dilemma, though: If he wants to make Dazai cry, he'll have to go hard, but then he really won't be allowed to do more than tease himself. Dostoevsky really is setting this up to torture them both, and he lets out a needy groan as he slides Dazai's cock deep into his throat.
He'll go hard at first. Dazai had enough of a break. Then slow down if Dazai starts to get hard again.]
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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.
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: ]
More. You can take him deeper.
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And of course he'll obey that order. He usually needs at least a bit of warm up before he can deep throat Dazai, especially with Dazai making it more difficult on purpose, but he'll force himself to ignore it. He closes his eyes, lets Dazai's cock slide all the way into his throat, holding there for a second.
When he starts moving again, he's moaning at the same time, knowing what the vibrations will do. Plus, he loves this. He loves being pushed to take more than he can handle. Not that he can't handle it.
He reaches down between his own legs, gets his own pants open, because they're already getting uncomfortably tight. He won't start touching himself yet.]
feel free to assume Dazai is coming whenever is convenient tbh
Why the hell is Dazai still thinking about all of this right now, like he's desperately clinging to what little reason he has left?!
He squeezes his eyes shut briefly when Chuuya gets to work again, a good excuse to stop looking at Fyodor and the unreasonably attractive way he's just hanging over him. To be fair to Dazai (which, frankly, one should never do): he doesn't try to thrust up into Chuuya's mouth again. Maybe he really is a nice person! Or maybe he just doesn't want to make Chuuya puke on his dick. Either one!
Perhaps it's going to be too fast a climax, after all: with Chuuya moaning around his dick, Dazai can already feel the pressure building, everything contracting. Part of him is pettily annoyed by that even now, just because Chuuya is getting what he wants... but it's not like Dazai hates it.]
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his face is hungry though, not for sex but for the emotions on their faces. the way they come together so perfectly, in sync as if there is something like fate binding them. it is enjoyable, bittersweet too when fyodor knows his grand work will destroy them all.
and if his tone with chuuya is sharp and commanding, it becomes a croon when he addresses dazai, coaxing. ] Open your eyes, Dazai.
[ that is perhaps more dangerous than dostoevsky just barking out orders, this is persuasion, vile and twisting. he will find his way to sway them both during this ecounter. ]
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He can tell Dazai is close, and that's satisfying. It hasn't been long at all. Chuuya is going to count it as another win against his useless ex-partner. He takes him deep again, nose pressed to his crotch, and then hollows out his cheeks as he sucks hard, trying to force him over that edge whether he wants it or not.
When Dazai comes, he lets it spill down his throat, swallowing eagerly. He loves this part, too, though he has zero intention of ever thinking too deeply about why. And he doesn't end it there. It was too quick, after all. So when Dazai is spent, he doesn't pull off, instead pressing his tongue against the underside. He starts bobbing his head again, knowing it's going to be too much, that his dick will be oversensitive in a few moments.
He won't stop until someone stops him.]
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And so Dazai is looking at Fyodor when he comes, moaning - nothing to exaggerated, but sincere enough; a simple sound ushered out along with something more substantial below. So far, so good! It's a nice climax, and if he's seeing stars, that just proves it.
But that's not where it ends. That bastard Chuuya just keeps going, and from one moment to the next, pleasure goes from warm to searing hot, ripping out every nerve in Dazai's body. He can deal with pain, as much as he hates it; he cannot deal with this, breaking out in a cold sweat even as he tries not to be too vocal, which might only satisfy Chuuya. It's just as well that Chuuya is pushing his legs open, and hopefully holding him down firmly, because Dazai would be doing some serious thrusting up if not - more a desperately struggle to move and get away than anything, but all the same. As it is, he's still thrashing wildly, and doing what he can to get the hell away from Chuuya, trying to push back and up against Fyodor because it is his only route of escape.]
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he shushes dazai again, one hand pressed against his cheek, cold sweat dampening his fingers. when he croons it is so sweet and loving: ] You're doing so well, can you endure a little longer? Just a little more.
[ he wonders if dazai will cry and how those tears would look on those lashes; what chuuya would do then, what fyodor would feel - anything? nothing?
a tilt of his head in chuuya's general direction: ] Godling, you can touch yourself under these conditions. Lighter the harder your mouth goes. Harder the lighter your mouth goes. And if Dazai cries, you can come.
[ because... of course. ]
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His eyes snap upwards as Dostoevsky speaks, paying attention to his words, his instructions, feeling it all go straight to his own dick. He swallows, glances at Dazai, still using all his strength to hold his legs down.
There's no way Dazai will cry. There's no way he won't make Chuuya regret this.]
Can you hold him?
[Chuuya has to let go of one of Dazai's legs to touch himself, so he might be able to use that to fight Chuuya off. He almost hesitates to start jerking himself, because he'll just make himself more desperate, and he already knows he won't be allowed to come based on those rules. But he has to try. He reaches down between his legs, wraps his hand loosely around his dick, and then turns his attention back to what he was doing.
There's another dilemma, though: If he wants to make Dazai cry, he'll have to go hard, but then he really won't be allowed to do more than tease himself. Dostoevsky really is setting this up to torture them both, and he lets out a needy groan as he slides Dazai's cock deep into his throat.
He'll go hard at first. Dazai had enough of a break. Then slow down if Dazai starts to get hard again.]
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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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