indensity | just bleeding out in the mouth of the devil

just bleeding out in the mouth of the devil

[cw: torture.]

[Chuuya keeps glancing over at Dazai. He can see him through a glass window, some distance away, looking down at him. It's difficult to make out his expression from here. It's difficult to focus on him, but he has to make sure Dazai is still there, that they're not trying to trick him somehow. He can't even tell what's going on with him. If he's okay.

And his attention is drawn away again a split second later. A white hot rod is shoved against his side, burning his skin, making him scream and scream. He'd tried not to, at first. Not because he didn't want to give them the satisfaction - he's been tortured before, he knew it was inevitable - but because Dazai is there, and he doesn't want him to see, doesn't want him to know. But he's far beyond that point now. He has a broken arm, several broken ribs, they've punched him enough, he's bleeding badly in several places, and now they're getting creative. They're having fun. And Chuuya is just taking it, holding himself still for them as they come up with something new. When they pull the rod away again, when he's able to breathe and think, at least for a second, he wonders if they might be stopping his bleeding with this new method. They can cause him pain and keep him alive longer, all with one technique.

He's trying to keep his mind going as a distraction against the pain. It's really not working.

He's on his back on the floor, naked, breathing hard as they allow him a few seconds' break. They probably don't want him passing out, and he's relieved, because he needs to be ready. There are tears of pain in his eyes as he looks up at Dazai again, making sure he's there, and looking for a sign, any sign. He can't act until Dazai lets him know it's time. Dazai will figure something out, he always does, but --

Chuuya really hopes it's soon.

But even if it's not, he'll stay right where he is and take it. Because he can't risk them following through on their threat to kill Dazai if he doesn't cooperate. And there's no way Chuuya would reach him in time to save him from here.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Chuuya is angry--good. Dazai wants that. He wants to aim it at himself, pick a fight, get Chuuya to leave. That's always what he wants, or at least it's what he tells himself he wants. He doesn't pull away from the hand at his collar, doesn't bat an eye when Chuuya tells him to shut up. Dazai wants him angrier. Chuuya can definitely get angrier.]

You've never once been able to get me to shut up. Why do you think I'd do it now?

[One of these days, Dazai will crack the code of what it is that will get Chuuya to give up. He'll push and push and push until something snaps, and that'll be it; he won't have to worry about seeing him bleed out, about being the cause of Chuuya throwing his life away. He's always fought hard to survive, while Dazai is the exact opposite. He doesn't get it. Maybe Chuuya is right, maybe he's the one who doesn't know anything.]

If I don't get to decide your priorities, then you don't get to decide what I do. If I want to jump from that bridge right now, I'll do it, and you'd be even more of a fool than I took you for to jump with me.

[There's a part of him--very much pushed down and ignored--that desperately wants to ask why. Why Chuuya cares so much. Why he'd let himself suffer for someone who has never done anything but push him away. Dazai can't ask that, because he doesn't want to know, and Chuuya would never tell him.]

[This hurts.

It really hurts, and Chuuya can't figure out why, and he hates it. He doesn't want to be angry right now. He wants to be relieved that Dazai isn't dead, even though Chuuya is supposed to want him to be. He tightens his grip, yanks on it to pull Dazai off balance. He needs an outlet, and anger is easier than pain, and Dazai is right there.]

Easy.

[He moves without warning, knocking his head up towards Dazai's jaw without ever letting go of him.

He wants this to hurt Dazai, too.]

I'll jump. And I'll hold onto you the whole time. You think my ability will save me?

[His other hand comes up, lands on the side of Dazai's neck, a move Dazai has pulled on him countless times in the past. He holds it there, cutting off for the tainted sorrow, leaving himself vulnerable. There's no way he's going to back down now.]

[It does hurt, but honestly? Despite all his whining about hating pain, physical pain is far easier to deal with. It has an end point that can be calculated. It’s distracting, rattles his thoughts like other things don’t. He bites his tongue.

And yet, Chuuya keeps spouting nonsense. He doesn’t let go, doesn’t walk away—in fact, he does the opposite, grabs onto Dazai with his other hand, and stops his own ability. It’s stupid, Chuuya is stupid, and Dazai hates him so much. He hates that he cares if Chuuya dies. Most of all, Dazai hates the fact that he can’t get Chuuya to leave him alone. Even hating someone is paying attention to them; it’d be better if Chuuya disowned him entirely. It’s what Dazai tried to do.

He laughs, but it’s short and flat.]

You’re an idiot. You think I won’t do it? If we both die, then what do I care?

[He does care, and that’s the problem. Chuuya keeps leaving himself vulnerable and in Dazai’s hands, and it’s disgusting. He should jump. He should call Chuuya’s bluff.]

Let go. I hate when you touch me.

[Dazai moves back a step, waiting for Chuuya to either let go, or follow. He’ll put a hand on the railing again, a threat. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what Chuuya does, though? Dazai knows he doesn’t want to die. He also knows that Chuuya still trusts him, for some ridiculous reason. Maybe he ought to keep trying to ruin that.]

[Chuuya flinches a bit, and ends up letting go of Dazai after all. If Dazai hates being touched by him so much, he doesn't want to force it, because he doesn't really want to make this weird. It's not like Chuuya wants to touch him or anything.

But he can at least call Dazai's bluff.

He moves quickly. One hand on the railing, and he jumps up, easily clearing the railing even without using his ability. He lands seated on it, though, legs dangling over the river, tipping forward for a moment like the momentum might make him fall anyway before regaining his balance. He shouldn't need to regain his balance.

He's not touching Dazai, so now not using For the Tainted Sorrow is a deliberate choice, and one Dazai won't miss.]

What's so great about jumping in a river when it won't even kill you anyway?

[Truthfully, Dazai doesn't hate it when Chuuya touches him. It's the fact that he doesn't that's bothersome, so when that touch is gone, it should be a relief. Shouldn't it? He's not going to pay attention to how it isn't, how he feels cold where Chuuya's warmth had been. Instead, Dazai watches as Chuuya jumps up--easily, like always--and frowns, trying to figure out what Chuuya's game is.

It's clear that he's not using his ability; of course Dazai doesn't miss it. His body tenses for a moment, arm nearly reaching out to grab onto the back of Chuuya's coat, but he doesn't fall, and Dazai holds back.]

What the fuck, Chuuya?

[Dazai wants to drag him back. Chuuya can't swim, so if he falls in without using his ability, he's going to be in trouble. He's clearly trying to prove a point, to bait Dazai with something he's not going to take.]

How do you know it's not going to kill me? It might. That's not the point, anyway. Stop acting stupid.

[Even though Dazai has told himself this isn't going to rile him up, it sort of is. He doesn't like seeing Chuuya there, without any safeguard, even though Dazai knows he could easily change that. Chuuya isn't going to jump, obviously, and Dazai shouldn't care if he did.]

[Dazai's reaction is satisfying. Usually it's the other way around, with Chuuya reacting in horror as Dazai threatens to hurt himself, get himself killed... He should have done this sooner. He leans forward over the river, and nearly overbalanced again, fingers white where they're gripping the railing tightly. He wonders how cold the water is.

Even if he fell, he could save himself with his ability at any time. Even if he went under water, he could push himself back to the surface. Dazai knows that. But Chuuya is stubborn.]

Isn't this what you want?

[Dazai had said he'd jump even with Chuuya holding him, so Chuuya is just making that easier. He watches something small float by on the water below, not sure what it is. A branch, maybe?]

Or were you just trying to make me stop arguing. Because I don't have to argue.

[No, it's not a branch. The way the sunlight hits the water is making it hard to tell, but it might be someone's lost toy.]

[Chuuya is the biggest idiot Dazai knows, and somehow, he always manages to call out whatever plan Dazai has in place, and work it to a way that suits him. It’s infuriating, honestly, and right now is no exception. In fact, it’s making Dazai more irritated than usual, because he’s once again grappling with the fact that he cares whether or not Chuuya plunges into the water. Sure, he could save himself with his ability… but Dazai knows how shocking it is to plunge into a cold river, even knowing how to swim.]

Of course this isn’t what I want. I’m the one jumping, not you. What do I care if you go in the river or not?

[But he takes a step forward, closer to where Chuuya sits on the railing.]

If you jump, then there’s no reason for me not to. You’re not painting a very convincing reason I shouldn’t.

[He really doesn’t want to deal with Chuuya going in, though. He’ll be fine, obviously, but the idea of it—of possibilities—is too close to what Dazai has been trying to avoid this whole time.]

[Chuuya breathes out slowly. He doesn't want to jump, but it's satisfying to get a reaction out of Dazai again. He can't stand the thought of Dazai running away from him right now. And maybe... maybe it's his turn to scare Dazai a little. Maybe falling just this once could be fun. He's never tried it.

He hates getting cold, or wet.]

How far is it from here?

[Chuuya is bad at estimating height. It's not something he really has to worry about, normally. And he just wants Dazai to shut up, change the subject. He's being childish probably, and he should leave now, head home, let Dazai do whatever the hell he wants. Chuuya has given him the coat, he's done what he came here to do.

Fifty feet, maybe? Or twice that?]

Hold my hat for me.

[He takes it off and drops it on Dazai's head in one smooth movement.]

[There's no way Chuuya is actually going to do it. And even if he did, he'd be fine. Dazai knows that, but he can't help the way his pulse quickens, and his head buzzes. It's a pretty far jump, and Dazai knows, because he's tried it before.]

You're not going to.

[He knows he shouldn't call Chuuya's bluff, because that's the sort of thing that will push Chuuya to prove that he means it. It's stupid, how well Dazai knows him. It's even stupider that he's letting himself get rattled, but he tells himself he's not showing it. He can't, because he's not supposed to care.]

If you jump-

[That stupid hat is in his hand before Dazai can finish his sentence, and that's enough for him to reach out and grab the back of Chuuya's collar. Dazai does it without thinking much--other than the fact that he won't let it happen.]

I swear, Chuuya, if you fall over the side, I'm going to laugh at you.

[He's not. Dazai knows he's not; he knows he's more than likely going to want to jump after. But doing so would be pointless; something like this definitely wouldn't kill Chuuya.]

[What's stupid is how relieved Chuuya is when Dazai grabs onto his collar. He really doesn't want to jump. He wants to keep having this argument even less, back and forth, yelling about how much they don't care, even though he knows they don't and they can't. He's not expecting anything here.

Except that he'd been willing to die for Dazai, slowly and painfully, and he's forced to acknowledge that about himself. He doesn't even regret his choice. He's going to have to live with that knowledge. He knows he should lie, say he wants Dazai to die here, but he hasn't been able to get those words out.

And Dazai just reached out for him.]

Why the hell do we have to fight right now?

[He says it quietly. He takes his eyes off the water, turns his head to face Dazai again instead. He's frowning.]

I just came to deliver a damn coat.

[They both know that's not why.]

[The problem with the fact that Chuuya is willing to die for Dazai--aside from the obvious--is that Dazai has to live with that knowledge, too. He supposes he's always suspected, but having it right there, physical evidence and all, is too much. Chuuya had almost died, just so Dazai wouldn't get shot in the head, and there had been no guarantee that they wouldn't have simply killed Dazai anyway.

Anyone dying for him is just too much. Dazai isn't worth it. He knows that, and he'd thought Chuuya knew that. If anyone is going to die, it's him, and... that's another problem. The fact that he's willing to die for Chuuya. Not that Dazai wouldn't die for anyone in the Agency, but this is different. He doesn't want to acknowledge what it means, but it's hard to stop thinking about it.

Dazai frowns too.]

Get down from the railing.

[He didn't come to deliver a coat. If that were the case, he'd have tossed it at Dazai and left, or sent someone else to deliver it, or hell, he could have mailed the thing. It's not even Dazai's old coat, and he knows it.]

[Chuuya holds his gaze for a few moments longer, and then shifts his weight. One hand comes off the railing, landing on Dazai's shoulder instead, for balance, before he lifts his legs and simply spins around until he can hop back down onto the bridge. He'd made sure he's landed so that Dazai didn't have to let go of him, although he doesn't want to think about why that touch feels so important.

Now he has to tilt his head back to look at Dazai again, which is always annoying, but he minds less now than he normally would.]

Can we go somewhere else?

[He's starting to hate this bridge. And he's obviously not leaving Dazai here, so either they both leave together, or they're right back where they were, playing suicidal chicken, and sooner or later they'll both end up in the water.

And it really looks cold.]

I need a drink.

[There's a definite measure of relief when Chuuya is down off the railing, though Dazai doesn't let go just yet. When Chuuya tilts his head to look up, Dazai feels something he would rather not, and shuts it down immediately. He's about to tell Chuuya just how stupid he is--even though Dazai had been doing the exact same thing moments ago, but it's different--but the suggestion of going somewhere else and the word we makes him pause.

Of course Chuuya isn't going to leave him here alone. Dazai considers it for a moment, watching Chuuya with an unreadable expression. If he gets back up on the bridge, Chuuya is just going to do the same annoying thing, and Dazai doesn't feel like dealing with that again. And he does want a drink. ]

Fine.

[ He finally lets go, and bends to pick up the discarded coat. He might as well take it with him; he'll need a new one sooner or later, and this one's right here. ]

You're paying.

[If Dazai never let's go, then Chuuya might be okay with that. It's an annoying thought, and one he pushes away quickly. He's just been feeling so annoyingly lost and lonely, in a way that makes no sense for him, in a way that makes him weak... and that grip feels like it's got a more powerful hold on him than gravity.

He'll start walking, taking care to stay close enough that Dazai doesn't have to let go if he doesn't want to, hoping it's not too obvious.]

Fine.

[Money means nothing to him. And there's a bar not far from here where he knows that if they sit at a particular spot in the back, they'll be almost hidden from everyone else there. He doesn't think he could handle anyone else looking at him.]

Then I get to decide where we go.

[Dazai should let go. There's no reason to hold onto him, but he's still oddly hesitant about it; this is the first time they've seen each other since the incident. Maybe Dazai is still thinking too heavily about it. He doesn't want to be, but it's nearly impossible not to. He decides not to let go just yet.]

That's fine by me; I really don't care where we go.

[With bars, Dazai will go anywhere as long as they're within his price range and he hasn't been kicked out or otherwise labeled a nuisance. Chuuya's the one with more discerning taste, since he enjoys masquerading as someone high-class, so Dazai assumes it will be somewhere nice.

After a moment, unable to convince himself there's no reason he wants to keep holding onto Chuuya, Dazai finally lets go.]

Are we walking?

Yeah. It's not far.

[He doesn't like that Dazai let's go, but he definitely won't comment on it. That would make this too weird. And he won't reach out for him, either, so he'll shove his hands in his pockets as he walks next to him, glancing up at Dazai every few steps. He doesn't say anything else until they're safely off the bridge.

He doesn't trust Dazai not to try to jump again.]

You've sacrificed me before. It's something we've always known might happen.

[It's a bit cruel, maybe, but he doesn't get why Dazai's so upset now. To be fair, they never actually talked about it after that time he let Chuuya drown. He'd survived after all, it hadn't mattered, so he'd just tried his best to move on. He wouldn't have brought what happened up this time if he hadn't seen Dazai's face as he carried him away.]

All I'm saying is that it's fine.

[Dazai shoves his hands in his pockets, too, just for something to do with them. He doesn't like this feeling, this aggravating anxiety and frustration that he'd rather channel into something else, or avoid entirely. He doesn't like that Chuuya got the best of him here, either, and that he hadn't been able to just let him throw himself from the bridge. It's annoying. It's irritating. Dazai hates him.

And he hates that Chuuya brings that up. There's a difference; back then, it had been a plan. Back then, Dazai wasn't intending to actually get out alive, and he'd been in control; here, Chuuya made the decision on his own, and that's not something Dazai accepts.

He doesn't want to talk about that, either.]

I sacrificed you. You didn't sacrifice yourself.

[He's not even sure why that makes a difference, but it does. And so far, none of this is serving to better his mood, so wherever they're going had better have some strong drinks, or he's likely to simply leave and find something else to throw himself off of. Dazai feels like he's in a worse mood than he'd been in when he'd started.]

[Chuuya frowns, looking away now as he keeps walking. So that's what it's about - Dazai's need for control, for everything to go according to his plans. But he hadn't had a better plan this time, because Chuuya would have known if he did. They've never needed words to communicate with each other in moments like that. So it's all bullshit.

But... Dazai hadn't been willing to sacrifice Chuuya this time.]

I didn't sacrifice myself, asshole. I'm alive.

[He elbows Dazai in the side to make his point. It's not what he wants to do (he wants to grab him and -- ) but it will at least succeed in annoying Dazai.]

I'm not -- [Actually, elbowing him isn't enough. He grabs Dazai, throws him against the wall of the nearest building so he can try to pin him there.] I'm not letting you die. Got it? Ever.

[Dazai rolls his eyes like he always does. Chuuya’s reasoning is stupid—because clearly Dazai’s is a lot better—and that’s still not the point. Maybe Chuuya hadn’t sacrificed himself, but he’d been about to. Or he’d trusted Dazai so much that he just… let it happen, assuming Dazai would save him. And what if that hadn’t been the case? Is Chuuya stupid enough to think Dazai would be able to live with that?

The elbowing is too casual for this, like they’re debriefing after a mission that wasn’t really that difficult at all, because Dazai is too clever and Chuuya is too strong. Like the old days, and the memory of it makes Dazai uncomfortable, makes his scowl darker. He’s going to elbow back.

…Or at least, that’s the plan before the wind is knocked out of him, hard cold concrete at his back, and he’s immediately grabbing at Chuuya’s wrist in a form of muscle memory rather than any sort of self-preservation.]

You’re not letting me die? [Dazai’s laugh is far from amused.] That just makes me want to die a thousand times harder.

[Chuuya hooks a leg behind Dazai's ankle and yanks back. His intention of obvious - force Dazai down to Chuuya's level, where they can be face to face.]

Why? Because you think you can call my bluff?

[There's no humor in Chuuya's grin now, either. His eyes are too hard for that. He's exhausted from all of this, but the thought of backing down like usual hurts too much.]

You tried that. It didn't work. If I didn't let you die during... that -- [If there had been any doubt that what happened affected him, it's gone now, with the way he has to force that word out] -- then I won't next time, either.

[He hesitates, eyes dropping down for a second. And then he's pressing their lips together as hard as he can. They're in public and he doesn't care at all. All he cares about here is Dazai.]

[They've fought like this before, so it's not terribly surprising when Chuuya yanks Dazai down, his back sliding on the hard wall. The back of his head knocks against it--annoying--but this is... it's different than it usually is. Normally, there's banter, and Dazai egging Chuuya on. He's always the one coming out on top, even in situations like this, and Chuuya is rarely this serious. It's enough that whatever Dazai is thinking of saying doesn't quite reach the open air; it stays stuck in his throat, staring back at Chuuya.

He brings up the past. It's a habit of Chuuya's that Dazai absolutely hate; he's the one who is trying not to remember things that have happened, finding it useless to dwell on them. There are a few exceptions, but even then, most of his time is spent avoiding things he's experienced. Like that. He makes a noise through his teeth, annoyed. He wants to tell Chuuya to shut up, fuck off, leave him alone, because Dazai is in a mood, and this has just made it worse.]

You have no say in whether or not I die. [What even is this argument anymore? Dazai thinks he's lost the point. The point is that Chuuya shouldn't be the one gambling his life for one with such little value that-

The kiss is sudden and hard, bruising their lips, pressing Dazai's head back against the wall again. Yet another thing Chuuya is doing without permission, without asking; Dazai goes to push him away, but his hand stops at the collar of Chuuya's shirt, grabbing too tight. Dazai could push him away, pull him closer; instead, his hand stays where it is, as though undecided.]

[Chuuya is just going to keep kissing him. It cuts off anything else Dazai might have to say, and hopefully, maybe (doubtfully), it will get Chuuya's own point across. It doesn't matter. He wants to kiss him anyway.

He likes the way Dazai is making his collar dig into the back of his neck with that grip. It's too tight, as it should be, but it it makes him want to push Dazai further. He won't just yet, though. He steps closer, feeling the heat from Dazai's body all the way along his own, and he has to resist just pressing as tight as he can against him.

His kiss is more desperate than anything.]

Maybe I don't. But you can't stop me from fighting to keep you alive.

[Why the hell does Dazai have to mean so much to him. It would be so much easier if he didn't.]

[This isn't the reaction Dazai was expecting. When Chuuya slams him against a wall, usually it's with a knife in hand, or threats to break every bone in his body. Dazai thinks he might prefer those, because they don't do anything; they're reflexive, and they roll off Dazai as easily as they roll off Chuuya's tongue. This is different. This is warm, hard, too easy to fall into. It's a reminder of what's between them that Dazai wants to ignore, has wanted to ignore for years and years and years. Something that's crept up on him again with the panic of seeing Chuuya unexpectedly bleeding out because of him, because of something Dazai hadn't been in control of.

Feeling angry about it, Dazai bites. He bites at Chuuya's lips, hard, unrelenting grip on Chuuya's collar.]

I hate you. [Probably the shittiest lie Dazai has ever told.] You make absolutely no sense. Nothing you do makes sense.

[He's an enigma. Chuuya has been one since his inception, and no matter what, Dazai can't wrap his head around him. The fact that Chuuya persists in caring--despite what they both say--is yet another thing Dazai doesn't get. There's the warmth of another body pressing close to his, and it's familiar, moreso than anyone else, something that makes Dazai want to stay close and tear away all at once. Chuuya has always made him feel like that.]

Ah --

[He gasps at the bite, but he likes it. He hopes it bruises. He hopes it bleeds. He bites back, just as hard, and refuses to pull away even an inch.]

Guess you're not as smart as you think if you can't figure it out.

[Of course he cares. Dazai is the one person who gets him. Dazai has never demanded anything of him, has never counted on Chuuya to use himself as a trump card. When Dazai has suggested he use Corruption, it has always been with the option of going with another plan. Aside from those four years he was gone... He's always had Chuuya's back, in his own way, despite how much of a dick he can be otherwise.

He can't help how much he cares.

And right now he ~~needs~~ wants him. He's not over what happened, and he's not over the fact that he had to make his own way back after (he hadn't called for backup from his subordinates), but he'd been willing to give Dazai that much. He'd do it again. But Dazai can let him have this, so he kisses him again, not caring that the earlier bite means it hurts.]

[Dazai wants to bite more, wants to hurt, because it's the thing he knows how to do best. It's the thing he's been doing to Chuuya all these years, and it somehow still hasn't driven him away, and now here they are, Dazai's back up against a wall, bruising Chuuya's lips and seeing how much he's going to take before he realizes he doesn't want this. Because he shouldn't. Dazai doesn't want him to.

He bites again, but it's followed by the slide of his tongue, demanding Chuuya open his mouth because there's no way in hell Dazai is going to allow himself to get overwhelmed by Chuuya, of all people. And--he really should care that they're in public, that Chuuya is kissing him and insulting him and honestly, what the fuck is this, but-

He'd really almost died, and at the end of the day, as much as Dazai denies it even to himself, he cares. He'd been terrified, something Dazai is not used to having to deal with, watching Chuuya bleed out because of him. Years of doing whatever he wants have not seemed to make a difference at all in Chuuya's decision to protect him, and Dazai hates it. He hates it so much that he doesn't know what to do with it.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject