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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.]
[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.]
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He will put his hands on Chuuya once that shirt is gone--he must really be desperate for something if he's ripping clothes he absolutely spent too much on. Whenever Dazai rips clothing, it's an issue, but here Chuuya is ruining it himself and acting as though it's fine. What an ass.
And speaking of asses...]
Pants.
[The way Chuuya grinds down makes Dazai break the kiss, voice low and demanding. He's not going to draw this out as they normally would, because it leaves too much room for words, and where would either of them be if they actually communicated in a healthy manner?]
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This is about need. This is about skin against skin. Chuuya sighs when he feels Dazai's hands on him, like he's been waiting for it for way too long, desperation even in that small sound.
And he doesn't want to pull away, but Dazai has already broken the kiss, and need - and that tone - makes him obedient. He gets off Dazai's lap, just long enough to push his pants and underwear down and off, kicking it all away. Dazai can take that moment to get his own pants off, but Chuuya won't hesitate before climbing back on him so he can touch again.]
Lube's too far away.
[He doesn't care. He's just saying. Considering they fuck just about everywhere in his apartment, he really should start keeping it in more places, for convenience.]
Wouldn't want a lot anyway. It should hurt.