indensity | when you're helpless, waiting to collide

when you're helpless, waiting to collide

[Chuuya has lost all track of time while he's been there. The drugs they've injected him with has him slipping in and out of consciousness, and it's making it difficult to think, made worse by the fact that every inch of his body seems to hurt. He only vaguely remembers the fight. He's pretty sure his coffee had been drugged when he bought it, that or his croissant, and then when he'd felt so dizzy only his ability could keep him standing, he'd been attacked out of nowhere by two ability users. One of them had some sort of lightning based ability, he's not sure about the other.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

He's been trying to gauge his injuries, figure out if he'll be able to move, trying to figure out a way to break himself free. He's chained up, but he should be able to break those if the drugs wear off. The door to this room looks solid, but he can break it. If not for the drugs.

At some point, someone comes into the room and injects him with another dose, and he loses all consciousness again. When he wakes up, he starts the thought process over. Where is he, can he fight, how will he get out. He's not the type to ever just wait to be rescued.]

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[Mori would indeed see it very differently. Dazai isn't convinced that Chuuya himself doesn't see it differently, too - but whatever. He smiles, halfway mocking Chuuya, halfway reluctantly accepting the inevitable:]

Very well, then. If you don't want to tell, then don't.

[It's not exactly like Dazai always volunteers the truth, either. And, for better or worse, Chuuya's mind doesn't get changed once it's made up, least of all by force. Pretending not to care is the only thing that will give Dazai even a tiny chance of ever finding out what the hell Chuuya is thinking, here.

... Well... that, and alcohol. Which isn't his entire reason to hold out his glass for a toast, but it's part of it all the same.]

I accept.

[Chuuya feels some tension drain out of him as Dazai agrees to drop it. He can't tell Dazai the real reason, after all. It wouldn't get him anything. Not to mention the fact that Dazai wouldn't forgive him. He smiles, ignores the fact that Dazai's own smile is at least partially mocking, and takes his new glass of wine to clink it against Dazai's.]

I knew you would.

[Dazai gains too much from the deal, after all. Though the truth is he didn't know for sure, and it really wouldn't have mattered if Dazai did or not - Chuuya would have kept his half of the non-deal, in that ase, and Dazai could have done what he wanted. But Chuuya trusts him.

He'll drink some more wine, needing to forget about how annoyingly stressful this was.]

I'm surprised you chose a place with decent wine.

[Really, this whole conversation has been nothing but strange, and Chuuya's obvious relief isn't having it make any more sense. But it is what it is. Dazai has agreed to the deal, now. He may even stick to it, depending on circumstances.

Better to just drink for now. If he gets answers eventually, so much the better, but it won't kill him if he won't. (And since it won't kill him anyway, why would he care??)]

You're always complaining about my lack of taste, but you're still choosing to drink with me, Chuuya.

[Plus, yanno, the sex. But they are in public, and some things are better not said out loud.]

Guess my taste's pretty shit, too.

[Not his taste in wine, though. That one is clearly flawless. And much as he loves collecting expensive bottles, Chuuya isn't really a snob - it's more about insulting Dazai than actually caring too much, because if he wanted great wine he'd drink at home.

Which he could do. Although if he went there now, they'd end up fucking, and that might be a bad idea right now. There are still some things he needs to suppress.]

So why did you come here?

No shit.

[To coin a phrase. Mostly because Dazai isn't shit, though. It works both ways!]

I came here to drink, of course.

[Why else would one come to a bar, Chuuya? Don't be silly!

No, Dazai can just about guess what Chuuya is hinting at, but he chooses not to acknowledge it, also because... he only halfways wants to acknowledge his reasons for drinking, himself. Drinking is great! It makes you feel good. Why would he need more reasons than that?]

[You're definitely shit, Dazai. While Chuuya is clearly the shit. It's an important distinction.]

Not gonna spend time with your husband?

[Maybe, if he brings up Fyodor now, Dazai will think that's the reason why Chuuya is talking about being enemies. He doubts it will work - Dazai knows him too well - but it's worth a try. Besides, maybe it's time they talked about the rat. They've avoided it for too long.

Though he won't push the topic. He looks around the bar, taking in the different people there for a moment.]

So then who were you planning to get rejected by?

Hmm, maybe later. His tastes aren't always suitable for the general public, as you well know.

[Dazai should probably be surprised that Chuuya is aware of their little marriage game, or at least that Chuuya is playing along with it, but he's not. This is all within the realm of expectations.

What does it make Chuuya, then, if he's the mistress of them both? Food for thought.]

Didn't I say that I came here to drink? [Not to ~~get rejected~~ hit on women, jeez!] Well, if a beautiful lady showed up, I wouldn't say no.

[And yet he chose a quiet place, with mostly old men around. Make of that what you will.]

[He's definitely not playing along. He's making a point that he knows, which means he's absolutely going to involve himself where they don't want him from now on, just because he doesn't like being kept out of it. But whichever role they assign him, he's going to refuse.

Anyone who tries to say he's Dazai and Fyodor's dog is going to die.]

Same goes for your tastes.

[And Chuuya's, for that matter. But his tastes are clearly not the ones being judged here.]

Just making sure I don't need to protect anyone from you.

[Chuuya, you may be a bitch, but you're not a dog. Well... Maybe Mori's dog. But for the purposes of this threesome, double mistress seems a more fitting title. (... For some definitions of "fitting".)]

Then what does that make you, lusting after us both?

[Which is a rather fancy way of saying Chuuya wants their dick, but Dazai can choose to be poetic about these things if he wants. (But does he want?)]

You can't even protect yourself from me, Chuuya.

Lusting? [That is definitely not the term he would have used.] It just means I'm bored without a challenge.

[Partially true - Chuuya has definitely been bored by most people he's slept with over the years - but it doesn't even begin to really explain why he wants either of them. But there's no way he's going into detail about that with Dazai. His ego is big enough.

Even if those reasons are why he came here to have that conversation.]

I can handle you just fine on my own, Dazai.

[Wanting a challenge is fair enough, and Dazai can almost relate to it - if you ignore that whether he's willing to put in the required amount of work is like flipping a coin every time. But then, so few things are truly a challenge to him...]

Can you really?

[A dead serious question. The fact that they're both still alive sure suggests it's true, but that doesn't mean that Dazai wants to acknowledge it.]

I wouldn't recommend putting that to the test.

[If he was a little smug before, he isn't anymore. He really does mean it, in his own way: he'd rather not go all-out against Chuuya. Why that is... is something he'd rather not think about.]

[Chuuya just looks at him for a moment.]

I just told you I won't.

[Whether he thinks he'd win or not is irrelevant. It's up in the air, really. They both know each other too well, and while Dazai can plan counters for Chuuya's powers, can predict his movements, Chuuya can overwhelm him before he gets that chance. And it's not like Chuuya can't guess Dazai's plans, either. But none of that matters.

He doesn't want to know who'd win, but what he wants to do is keep distracting Dazai from that topic by annoying him anyway.]

Besides, going against you is boring when you're so lazy. I even have to go easy on you when we fuck.

Doesn't that mean you're equally lazy?

[And they're back at this again. It's comfortable, though; it usually is. At least: until one of them says the wrong thing and it all explodes.]

You want me to go hard on you, but you fail to return the favor.

[... Dazai might legitimately not survive Chuuya going hard on him, in bed or out of it. But maybe he'd take that chance!! (... Maybe not, though.)]

[It's always a balancing act with them. There are so many topics they've quietly agreed to avoid, so many sore points, everything left unresolved, which is for the best. But it does mean that the chance of either of them saying the wrong thing is high, whether it's deliberate or not.

This is definitely more comfortable. Safer. Chuuya is going to keep drinking his wine.]

Because if I go hard, you decide it's too much effort and leave. But if that's what you want, I won't hold back next time.

[He smiles to make it a challenge, just as smug as Dazai usually gets.]

I hope you're prepared.

[Dazai smirks right back, because psychological warfare is a battle he refuses to lose.]

If I can still leave, are you really going hard?

[... This is sounding so much more like a challenge than he means it. Really, he doesn't actually want to get beaten to a pulp by Chuuya! But he also hasn't had an opening to back out just yet.

Worse comes to worst, he just doesn't show up, oops.]

[No, neither of them can back out now. Not without an opening, and Chuuya isn't planning to give Dazai one if he can help it.]

You're right. I'll stop holding back from now on.

[He sets his wine glass down so he can reach out and grab Dazai by the lapels, yank him a little closer.]

I didn't know you were into that, Dazai.

[Dazai doesn't try to avoid being grabbed, though he does blink, looking at Chuuya impassively. No, he does not feel threatened. Not even a little bit.

He's kind of annoyed, though, but trying not to show it.]

Being into it or not was never under discussion, Chuuya.

Could you stop ruining my clothes?

[Chuuya wants to kiss him. He shoves that down, because they're in public, because it would give away too much right now. But pissing Dazai off is something he's good at.]

Why should I?

[Dazai is too tall, anyway. He should always be yanked down a notch.]

You just told me not to hold back.

[Incorrect, Dazai should be strung up high instead. By himself. But hey, agree to disagree.

He doesn't quite agree with the not-kissing either, but he is doing his best to behave in public, himself, which is at least 90% for Chuuya's benefit. Dazai doesn't stand nearly as much to lose as the mafia exec. (Hell, some of Dazai's prospective lady-friends might even be into it!)]

No... You said that, Chuuya.

Do you really want to do this here?

[Because then Dazai will go all-out, too! ... whatever that means.

Alternatively: maybe he's just looking for an excuse to leave together.]

[Chuuya doesn't care if he's seen. He should, but he doesn't, even if he knows there's a lot of people in the mafia who'd be angry seeing him kiss an enemy like Dazai. They're unlikely to be at this bar. Dazai is too important.]

Yeah, we're doing this here.

[Go all out, it's what he wants. In fact, Chuuya is going to tighten his grip more just as a challenge, pulling down to make Dazai lose his balance on that stool.]

I won't let you leave if you decide you can't handle it, Dazai.

[WOW RUDE he's being so nice to you and this is how you repay him - by basically yanking him off his stool?!

Actually: the threat may be a worse insult to Dazai's pride, such as it is. But either way, there's no backing out now, even if the bartender is already looking concerned, and Dazai isn't sure he can come back here. (Oh well, a good excuse to leave without paying maybe.)

Since he's now down low, and Chuuya is still sitting on his own stool, let Dazai just... try to kick that out from under him, using his hands for some extra push. Get down to your own level, Chuu!]

[The stool falls over sideways with a clatter, knocked out from under Chuuya. Chuuya, though, keeps his balance, landing lightly on his feet before smirking up at Dazai. It does mean Dazai is now looming over him again, but maybe he can knock him flat on his back later to fix that.

It also means the bartender is even less happy with them. They've got several people staring now.]

If we're doing this, let's find somewhere better.

[Before they get kicked out. Besides, they both know where this is going.]

[Well, then... Dazai objects to changing their location, just because it's an inconvenience, but he can see the practical benefits, so he reluctantly agrees.]

Not your place.

[Which he's hereby decided, for no reason in particular, and for many reasons on the side. It's as much as he says before leaving the bar, halfway eager to do this, and halfway annoyed that someone like Chuuya exists at all.

In spite of his steady stride, suggesting he has a specific place to go in mind, he's not really heading anywhere in particular. Maybe he'll just try to ambush Chuuya along the way, in a dodgy alley somewhere. Classy!]

[Chuuya will let Dazai lead. His place would be more convenient, but he doubts he could change Dazai's mind about it, so his only option would be to drag him there by force.]

Makes sense. I'd have to much of an advantage if we went to my place.

[He will, at the very least, let go of Dazai's coat while they walk. Because there's no way they could walk while holding onto each other. Chuuya flexes his hand as he walks next to Dazai instead, ready to yank him back if he tries to leave, and more than ready to reach out again.

Dazai can lead them wherever he wants. Chuuya's not paying much attention to their destination.]

[Wow, stop calling him out? That was only one of his reasons, anyway!!]

You wouldn't stand a chance even with the extra advantage.

[Doubtful, but it's what Dazai rolls with.

Comedy AU: Dazai just makes a run for it all of a sudden and Chuuya has to drag him back by his collar. But no, Dazai is not actually in the mood for that. Instead, he'll find some shady alley, and in the middle of walking through it, turn to Chuuya to try and repay him that lapels-grabbing favor, and kiss him.

If he succeeds, of course. If Chuuya is on edge and not likely to roll with it immediately, that will only be to his credit.]

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