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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[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.]

[Chuuya isn't on edge exactly, but he is prepared for Dazai to make some sort of move. He doesn't really want to resist it, though. He takes half a step back, to force Dazai into leaving himself off balance as he leans down to kiss Chuuya, but then tilts his head back and meets him, hands going up to Dazai's shoulders as he kisses back, hard and a little too desperate.

He wants him too much, that's the problem. He'd happily just let Dazai have his way. But this is another competition between them - Dazai wanted something else - and Chuuya has no intention of disappointing him.

He'll keep kissing for several moments, and then abruptly shove Dazai back, pushing him up against an alley wall.]

I don't need an advantage at all to win against you.

[He'll get up on tiptoe finally, but only so he can bite the side of Dazai's neck, with the intention of leaving a bruise for someone else to find.]

[The story Dazai tells the ADA the next day: "I was bitten by some small orange insect!" It even looked like it was wearing a hat? Bugs these days! Global warming certainly causes nature to do some strange things.

Being pulled off balance is all but ignored - a minor obstacle in the grand scheme of things - and then they're kissing, which even Dazai has to admit is kind of nice. He can't imagine it being very interesting, outside of this kind of context. If you're not halfway plotting something and/or risking your life, how could kissing be any fun?

The bite is hard enough to make him hiss, in pain but also annoyance. He does honestly want someone to at least give him a run for his money, if not outright defeat him. But he still has a healthy ego, and he's not sure Chuuya is who he wants to give this kind of advantage. With Chuuya on tiptoe, he's in the perfect position for Dazai to grab his crotch, though he merely squeezes, nothing too brutal.]

Thinking that means you've already lost.

[Chuuya doesn't care what the ADA thinks. They're not the ones he's leaving that bruise for. Although it's as much for Dazai as well, because he wants Dazai to feel it when he moves his neck, wants him to see it in the mirror, know it's there even if he wraps bandages over it. Its a satisfying thought.]

No. I'm already --

[He freezes as Dazai grabs him by the crotch, expecting him to squeeze and bracing himself. He leans into Dazai more heavily, unbalanced for a second up on tiptoe.

But Dazai doesn't increase the pressure. It's going to get Chuuya hard, but he can ignore that still. He smirks, and shifts his grip to pull down some of those bandages around Dazai's neck, leaving a second bite mark a little lower, on the opposite side. He holds the bite for several seconds, just because he can.]

You'll be bruised all over by the time I'm done.

[How predictable Chuuya is... and how easy. But somehow, Chuuya is still a challenge of sorts, in spite of how easy he is - the one case in all of life where Dazai feels that way.

Actually, the fact that he feels anything at all is the main downside, and the single thing that frustrates him about it. But that refuses to go away, even after all these years, and so here Dazai is, picking at the metaphorical scab once again.

Better prepared now, he tries to ignore the pain of that next bite, but when Chuuya holds it, Dazai starts squeezing Chuuya's dick harder and harder in retaliation. Dazai can take this longer than Chuuya, he's sure. (Chuuya gets off on it more than Dazai, however... 😒 Rude!)]

Maybe I'm bruised all over already, though?

[Or maybe not. But the point is that it's impossible for anyone to tell, so fuck you, Chuuya! Maybe even literally.]

[Chuuya lets out a strained sound as Dazai starts squeezing. He really needs to force him to let go. It hurts - and yes, he likes it, but up on tiptoe, leaning in to bite Dazai, he has no balance and no way to regain it, and Dazai can use that grip to force him to stay in that position. Chuuya still refuses to give in too quickly.

He grips onto Dazai's shoulders tightly, more for balance than to pin him in place now. But after a few more seconds he has to give in.]

Your bruises will get worse, then.

[His voice is sounding a bit strained. He's no longer biting now, but if Dazai doesn't let go, he'll resort to other methods to try to force him to. Of course, he'll go back to leaving bruises either way.]

[Dazai does let go eventually, though he'll squeeze a second longer just for that would-be threat. In the end, though, he has nothing to fear - or that is the image he wants to project - and so he cares not about Chuuya's would-be threat! ... Fact of the matter is: there's only so much he can do to stop Chuuya if Chuuya truly wants to get serious, anyway, and, even apart from preferring to be lazy, Dazai should conserve his efforts. It's far too early in the encounter to play all his cards already.]

Then how about you give it a shot?

[Spoken like the dirtiest of dirty language, dark temptation. Dazai is really not convinced that Chuuya will get serious about this, but part of him genuinely wants to see it... even though another part of him wouldn't mind just besting him as usual, either.]

[Chuuya tries not to look too relieved when Dazai lets go, but he can't help the small breath that escapes him, the way tension visibly drains from his shoulders as he lowers himself back down from tiptoe. He can feel his dick throb now, both from pain and from the fact that it turned him on. He could punch Dazai for doing that.

Instead he's going to shift his stance suddenly, moving his legs apart and lowering himself so his thighs are pressing against the back of Dazai's knees, unbalancing him. At the same time he grabs Dazai's thighs with his hands and yanks, pulling up, hopefully getting his feet off the ground. He wants to leave him sitting on Chuuya's thighs, still pressed against the wall.

Like that, at least Dazai can't reach his dick anymore.]

That's what I'm doing.

[Maybe not in the way Dazai wants, though. He grabs his shirt and pulls again, too impatient to bother with buttons and not caring if he ruins it. He wants to leave scratches and bitemarks everywhere he can. He pulls at the bandages for a second, and then changes his mind, reaches for his knife instead.]

[Oh. Well... That is unfortunate? But it's fine. Dazai will deal with this one way or the other; he always does. They both continue to evolve and adapt to each other, after all.

This is a little new, at least, and that holds Dazai's interest for now, even though he does feel some small amount of concern when Chuuya brings a knife out. He knows why, of course - but can he really count on that being all?]

If you make me bleed, I will stain your custom-made clothing beyond all hope of recovery.

[... He means what Chuuya is wearing right now, for the most part, but also: don't put it past him to, idk, glitter-paint-bomb Chuuya's entire wardrobe down the line, just because he can.

Anyway, was that a promise or a threat? Why not both?]

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