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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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[Ahhh... Chuuya would say that. It's not false either, Dazai knows, but it's still the opposite of what Dazai wants, in a way, and that makes him pettily annoyed. Chuuya doesn't get to keep him alive against his wishes, when the time comes. Even if part of Dazai does think that Chuuya's determination on that front is sort of cute, that in itself makes him more annoyed about the whole thing.

Chuuya may not be ready to move, but Dazai is: as long as Chuuya is rapidly losing strength in his legs, Dazai is going to be an asshole and shift his balance, pushing off the wall to hopefully make Chuuya fall back, and land on top of him. Maybe the knife will do some real damage in the process and maybe it won't, but Dazai doesn't care: it's his own move, and hence the consequences are irrelevant.]

[There’s really no way for Chuuya to brace himself or stop the fall from this position. Dazai pushes forward, and Chuuya tips backwards, his grip on Dazai’s thigh tightening reflexively and doing exactly nothing to help. He twists the knife away from Dazai to protect him.

He lands hard, barely able to prevent his head from hitting the ground. His shoulders take the brunt of the fall. And — the knife has cut into his own chest instead, but he doesn’t think it’s deep, so he’s not going to worry about it.]

I was wondering how far I’d get.

[The pain is irrelevant. He grins up at Dazai with his still bloody smile.]

[The landing is rough, but Dazai doesn't care, even if his human-shaped landing pad is nothing to brag about. (Too hard! Too many muscles.) It's good enough, and Chuuya's implied acknowledgement that Dazai was always going to win in the end is incredibly pleasing. (Maybe Dazai's been more turned on by this than he realized.)]

Satisfied?

[Not waiting for a reply - that can follow whenever! - Dazai licks at Chuuya's mouth, lapping up the blood staining it.

His blood! No touchy.]

Edited 2022-05-17 10:32 (UTC)

[Chuuya shifts under him, tries to pull his hand out in between them, but the knife gets caught on the fabric of his vest. So he keeps it there, tries to keep it angled away from both of them. Cutting Dazai is only acceptable if it's deliberate.

And he's definitely satisfied with not replying immediately when Dazai does that. He parts his lips slightly, and then, after a moment, leans up, tries to capture that tongue for an actual kiss. He has the right to taste that blood, and if they can share the taste of it that just makes this all the more intimate.]

For now.

[That could be a warning, but really, uncomfortable though this position is (and it really is - he has a small rock digging into his left shoulder), he's definitely content to stay like this under Dazai at the moment.]

[Dazai doesn't object to the kiss, as it happens. Because he is turned on - whatever random combination of factors conspired to create that state in him (but it was mostly Chuuya basically acknowledging that Dazai always wins in the end, let's face it) - and he wants this too. And now that he wants it, he will have it.

The kiss stays fairly gentle on his end, though not lacking in passion. Dazai is not a patient man, though, and things will move fast after that.]

I knew you wouldn't last.

[But somehow, that's not a complaint, even if it's not by definition a compliment, either.

Enough of this ~~foreplay~~ procrastination! Dazai pushes himself up just far enough that he can open Chuuya's pants and pull them down - barely enough to serve, but that will do. He's not in any mood to prepare Chuuya, especially since Chuuya seems to prefer to skip that step as often as not - but he'll still wait to see how Chuuya responds before proceeding.]

[The kiss is perfect. Chuuya was rough enough earlier, so something more gentle is a nice contrast, especially when Dazai is still obviously into it. Chuuya lets him set the pace, doesn't try to get him to change it up, just matches Dazai's intensity. His eyes close for a second.]

I could have if I wanted.

[And that's the thing: He never really wants to. He wants this. Dazai moves, and Chuuya quickly wipes the knife clean on his own shirt, before replacing it in its sheath. He'll let Dazai move and strip him, too, though he's incredibly aware that they're in an alley, that Chuuya is the one lying on the filthy ground, that being fucked here is going to get him bruised and scraped raw, that anyone could turn that corner and see.

And with Dazai barely pulling his pants down, his legs are effectively restrained, too. But it might be better than being stripped right here.]

At least use lube this time. You know I have some in my pocket.

Mhm, maybe you could have, at that.

[It's still a serious maybe, in Dazai's opinion, but Chuuya's point stands: he really is choosing this. It makes no sense to Dazai; he can analyze it, sure, but not understand it. (Isn't that his whole deal with humanity, though?)

That's fine. Chuuya is still choosing this, choosing him, and in spite of everything, that is kind of satisfying. Dazai isn't sure himself why that is, and he makes a point of immediately cutting short any thoughts in that direction. He doesn't want to know why he cares, and less so when the topic brings a rat's words echoing back through his head. Maybe he's just horny! Isn't that reason enough? He's getting what he wants here, too.]

...

[Part of him thinks he should refuse Chuuya's request to prove that he doesn't really care, but doing so would also mean that he does care, and so he refuses to refuse it. Less thinking, more fucking. He's finally properly turned on, and Chuuya is right here; Dazai isn't about to let feelings get in his way, either positively or negatively.

He really needs to hurry, before his mood drops and he doesn't even feel like fucking anymore. Grabbing the lube, he applies it to his fingers, pushing two into Chuuya without delay.]

[Chuuya would definitely have said that he's just horny. He wants sex - it's a good excuse! And the truth is too complicated to explain anyway. Being with Dazai is a thrill, a challenge, means always having his buttons pushed. It pisses him off, leaves him humiliated, but at the same time --

He'd never be able to explain why he likes this bastard, but he trusts him. There's no one else he could trust like this. In a way he even likes their arguments for their familiarity, burning hot and fast, leaving him with his head feeling clearer afterwards. It's not like Dazai doesn't go too far sometimes (a lot of the time), but somehow that doesn't matter. It doesn't change a single fucking thing. But then it's not like Chuuya is happy about wanting him like this.

He holds back a grunt as Dazai shoves those fingers into him.]

Considering I'm the one who cares about my clothes, shouldn't you be the one on the ground?

[Though wait - Dazai promised to ruin his clothes, didn't he? Shit.]

[Realization is visible on Chuuya's face, and Dazai just smiles, making a point of working Chuuya open in an effort to quell any ragesplosions before they even begin. After all, while he enjoys pushing Chuuya's buttons, going back to a fist fight when they could be engaging in other physical button-pushing would lose Dazai's interest really fast.]

I care about my bandages too, Chuuya.

[Less so his clothes. Probably not really his bandages either, since they're a part of his body, but, you know... Dazai is not on this earth to tell life's great truths. That said, he's probably not technically on this earth to fuck with people, either, but even a human-reject needs a hobby.

And speaking of that: he adds a third finger, alternatively thrusting and lightly spreading them in Chuuya's ass.]

How about you ask nicely?

[It's that smile that really makes Chuuya want to punch him. Smug bastard. He made a promise to himself once, years ago, to never let Dazai get away with being that smug, but it's a promise he's always breaking. Those fingers are a good distraction, making him grunt a little, shifting like he wants to spread his legs apart. The way his pants are keeping them closer together is making everything feel more tight.

He really wants to be fucked like that. He can feel his stomach twisting in anticipation.]

I already ruined your bandages.

[Some of them, at least. Red really does look good on Dazai, he thinks.]

Like hell I'll beg for you.

This is proper repayment then, isn't it?

[Not that Dazai really cares about what's proper in any way, but it's a convenient narrative to follow in most situations. For some reason people tend to have a hard time arguing with what common society deems correct! Imagine that. The lack of creativity... and intelligence.

Speaking of which (not really): Chuuya is so incredibly predictable, and in many ways Dazai doesn't even mind it, but... there are times, like this, when it throws up a whole slew of unnecessary complications. Dazai's smirk widens.]

Would you care to bet on that?

[He hadn't planned to go so far as to make Chuuya beg - apart from anything else: that seems like it would take a lot of work for comparatively little result - but with Chuuya's statement, avoiding it becomes all but impossible. You really only have yourself to blame for this, Chuu!

Dazai keeps fingering Chuuya, but lazily. If Chuuya isn't going to beg, he'll need to at least offer something else for Dazai to keep this particular game going!]

[Chuuya knows Dazai doesn't care about what's proper. He cares about what he can use to his advantage, what will help him win, come out on top, and he'd call Dazai out on that if there was any point. Because Dazai did also promise to ruin Chuuya's clothes, and he keeps his promises, which means Chuuya won't be arguing his way out of this one.

And he's distracted. He doesn't really care how uncomfortable this is going to be. He groans as those fingers move, getting him ready, and then --

Shit.]

Dazai.

[He shouldn't be surprised. He's not, but he hadn't been thinking about what he was saying, how Dazai would definitely react. Fuck.]

You piece of shit. Come on, asshole.

[He's sounding needier than he normally would be this quickly. Normally he'd need to be pretty drunk before he'd let himself slip like that, before he could be open about how much he wants, but this evening and his feelings have been fucking with him. He still doesn't want to give in, at least not without a fight, but he doesn't want to drag this out too much either. He glances down the alley, making sure that it's clear, wondering how long before someone discovers them.

No matter what he does, this is going to get embarrassing.]

What if I just say no to the bet? Can't you just continue?

You're the one who started this, Chuuya.

[... More or less. In the literal sense, anyway! Chuuya was the one who came looking for him with some vague story that Dazai knows is, at best, not the whole truth. But even Dazai can't figure out what the full truth is - which is annoying, and maybe his main goal here should be finding out, but... he doesn't really want to. Even if he doesn't know exactly why Chuuya came to him, he gets an overwhelming sensation that he doesn't want to know, either.]

The question now is: do you want to finish as well?

[He's hilarious, thank you for noticing.

In his defense (and a piss-poor defense it is): Dazai does keep finger-fucking Chuuya, slowly but steadily. Taunting Chuuya under these circumstances is something of a risk, but he's got Chuuya under as much control as he can manage, and he knows Chuuya likes this stuff, even if he doesn't fully understand it.

Suits him just fine, though. Chuuya's buttons may be easy to push, but Dazai still gets a kick out of it.]

[Chuuya wants to strangle him. He wants to pull his legs free and kick Dazai right in the head. He does not want to beg for him, especially because the last thing he wants is for Dazai to realize exactly how much he can get away with here. Chuuya squirms, clearly holding himself back from doing anything else, trying to pretend this isn't just turning him on even more.

He won't resort to violence here. He's tempted, but he won't, because there's no way Dazai agrees to fuck him if he does.]

Asshole. Please.

[He can feel his cheeks heating up as he says it. He's looking up at Dazai, trying to see if that's enough, or if Dazai will push it even further. He could come just from those fingers, but he knows Dazai won't let him. And he wants more.]

Please fuck me. Come on. Dazai.

[Dazai really should just refuse Chuuya release no matter what he does. After all, while Dazai will get his own satisfaction either way, Chuuya only stands to gain from getting fucked in the literal sense. The figurative sense, then, makes more sense. Even when Chuuya does end up begging, why should that mean anything to Dazai? It's at least as much of a reason to kick him while he's down as it is one to comply with his request.

And yet... Dazai finds himself feeling generous - not even the fake and/or self-justifying kind, but genuinely. Chuuya may be annoying as hell, but he is pretty darn attractive when he begs...]

Good boy.

[Even that is, for better or worse, said with warm (if highly patronizing) sincerity, and no mocking. Dazai hates dogs, after all! Why would he use this as a compliment unless he meant it? (... There's probably some logic in there, but you may have to dig deep for it.)

Unceremoniously pulling his fingers out, Dazai shifts to line up his dick instead, leaning his admittedly unimpressive weight on Chuuya's pants to keep his legs pinned high. Of course Chuuya could probably free himself, if he really wanted to. But isn't that all the more reason to enjoy the fact that he doesn't?

According to Dazai: yes. Yes, it really, truly is. Having provided much more of a warm-up than Chuuya deserves, in his opinion, Dazai thrusts in without preamble, holding still once he's as far in as he can comfortably go. He releases a long breath, enjoying the sensation and letting himself get used to it, before he finally starts to move.]

[He should be mad about being called that. He should really kick Dazai. It's humiliating, even with that weird warmth he can somehow hear in Dazai's voice, and if Chuuya lets him get away with calling him that now, he's definitely going to do it again. There's a brief moment of tension where he might just do it --

But Dazai's finally getting ready to fuck him, and Chuuya's dick just jumped at those words anyway, staining his shirt with precome. He's desperate. He rubs a hand over his face, as if that will somehow ease his embarrassment, get rid of his blush.]

You really are the worst.

[And why the hell does that turn him on so much?

But he won't fight Dazai, and he won't try to break free. He braces his hands against the ground, groaning as Dazai finally thrusts into him, giving in fully. He won't even have any leverage to move like this. Another groan as Dazai starts to fuck him, staring up at him even though he's still bright red and kind of wants to hide. He can already feel gravel scraping against his back.]

Finally.

I never said that I wasn't.

[... That's definitely a lie, but at least he's never said it with any degree of seriousness, and probably not to Chuuya at all; not when it's just them. Dazai knows exactly what he is and what he isn't. He may or may not be happy with it, but it's not as if he has any moral issues with it. That being the case, why should he care about other people stating the obvious? (In the same way, he really doesn't care about where they are, and how someone might walk in on them at any time. He did choose a quiet route to walk along on purpose, though, because he's not sure Chuuya or himself would feel like letting any interruptions live, and once their sex gets interrupted, it might be hard - no pun intended - to get back in the mood.)

There is something truly and surprisingly pleasant about fucking Chuuya - a rare thing that Dazai will likely never understand (or, indeed, try to, when he knows Too Much as it is). It's not quite a thrill, but definitely a pleasure; not something Dazai has ever felt with anyone else in the same way. Whatever the reason for that weird feeling, the fact that Chuuya enjoys it should be reason enough in itself not to do it... but then, why should Dazai refuse himself a rare pleasure? Besides, at least this way he keeps reminding Chuuya of how much he loves Dazai's dick, and that easily outranks petty denial.]

Always so eager.

[No, logically speaking, Dazai really shouldn't give Chuuya what he wants. But it's still nice to see Chuuya so damn needy and desperate, all for him, so Dazai rewards him by thrusting harder, faster. Maybe their current position amounts to little more than using Chuuya as a sex toy, but... is there really anything wrong with that?]

[What Chuuya means when he calls Dazai the worst is definitely different from what most other people would mean, especially like this. It's personal, it's petty, it's needy. It's all because Dazai's being a dick in a way that turns Chuuya on, and it would be so much easier to pretend that it didn't. But in the end he wants all of this.]

Shut up.

[He can't deny it. He also knows he can't shut Dazai up like this, but he still has to say something. He wants to move. He wants to push up, meet Dazai's thrusts, get him deeper, make him move faster. Being helpless is a strange feeling for him - he's not, not really, he could easily get free, but not without ending this, and that's what's making his stomach twist, is making him quickly grow louder as he moans.

So maybe it turns him on to be used as a sex toy, too. At least when it's Dazai doing it. The truth is, much as Dazai likes to accuse Chuuya of being addicted to dick, it's always been about Dazai.]

Yes, yes...

[Because replying like that is definitely the same as shutting up. Of course it is. It's not much of a promise either way, but Dazai does, in fact, shut up for at least a moment or two after that, satisfied at having gotten the "last" word in.

Fortunately(?) for Chuuya, Dazai wants this too, and he's eager enough that he doesn't bother holding back anymore, even if that does mean that Chuuya gets what he wants. Focusing on intensity rather than speed, he thrusts into Chuuya as if he plans to run him though - and who knows? If he could run Chuuya through like this, maybe he would. It sounds pretty win-win to Dazai!]

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[It really does work out when they both want the same thing. They could pretend for the sake of denying the other, but just giving in to this, enjoying it, that's definitely so much better. Even with lube and prep, there's still a slight burn as Dazai thrusts into him, there's still that sensation of being completely filled. Dazai's thighs are slapping against his ass. The ground is uncomfortable, he's gonna get bruises from it, but he doesn't care, he really does want it exactly like this.

Well. Almost.

Without warning Chuuya pulls his legs down close to his chest, taking advantage of his own flexibility to hopefully bring Dazai closer, since he'd been leaning his weight against Chuuya's legs. Being bent double means Dazai slides in even deeper - he groans, because that hadn't been why he did this, that's just an added bonus - but it also means he can curl his hand around the back of Dazai's neck, and maybe pull him down for a kiss.]

Come on, Dazai.

[He won't keep begging. He might. There's a slight strain to his thighs from this position, but he doesn't care.]

[It always seems to make sense, giving Chuuya what he wants at a time like this, since it amounts to Dazai taking what he wants, too. It's only afterwards that things will feel weird, like he's given in too much... or like both of them wanting the same thing is just uncomfortable on a level that Dazai doesn't want to think about too much these days.

It's easier to always be polar opposites in every way. Their relationship has been comfortable like that for years. Why change it?

(Why not change it?)]

Your voice... ruins the mood, Chuuya.

[Yapping like the vicious little dog that he is! Clearly the temporary change in atmosphere has nothing to do with Dazai's thought processes at all.

But, words aside, Dazai does take advantage of the slight change in position to brutally thrust into Chuuya again and again, half punishing Chuuya and half chasing his own pleasure.]

[Chuuya is struggling to keep himself quiet as Dazai keeps roughly thrusting into him. He's moaning, but he's self-conscious about where they are, that someone might hear, and he's trying his best not to yell. This is for Dazai only.]

Then just kiss me.

[It feels so good to be stretched open and taken like this. To be used so roughly against the hard ground, seeing the subtle signs of pleasure he's learned to recognize on Dazai's face. The pleasure is building, making him more and more desperate, making it hard to think. But then he doesn't need to think like this. He wants to touch himself, but he holds back.

He wonders if Dazai will touch him. He could come just like this, he thinks, from being fucked, and the light friction of his cock rubbing against his vest as he's bent double.

His fingers dig a bit harder into the back of Dazai's neck, just holding on, needy for him.]

[Of course Dazai could have just kissed Chuuya! But then he couldn't have complained about Chuuya at the same time??? Come on, Chuuya - at least one of you has his priorities straight! (Or not very straight, as the case may be.)

Dazai thinks he's complained enough for the moment, though, and so he takes a deep breath before, indeed, kissing Chuuya. Taking a deep breath was on purpose, to prepare for an attempt to kiss Chuuya hard and long enough that Chuuya can't keep up breathing and get enough air - which may or may not work, but sounds like a worthy attempt at fucking with Chuuya, anyway.

He doesn't touch Chuuya, as it happens: he's not in the mood, for one thing, and for another, he doesn't have the luxury(?) that Chuuya does of lying on his back, with his hands free to do whatever. But Dazai does change his angle to make sure that Chuuya's dick gets as much friction as possible from their slightly-awkward position alone. Dazai is just a nice guy that way. (... Doubt...)]

[He lets out a satisfied noise as Dazai finally kisses him, parting his lips for him, allowing himself to be claimed completely. It's familiar, the way their tongues slide together, the taste and feeling of it, but it's not something he could ever get tired of.

Though the kiss is a little sloppy, broken up by the way Chuuya groans as Dazai changes his angle. It's still not nearly enough friction, so he tries pushing his hips up, but the position really doesn't make it possible, even for him. He could come like this if they continued long enough, but they're in public, and Dazai isn't known for being the most patient when it comes to his own pleasure.

And Chuuya is running out of air. It took him a while to catch on, but Dazai is good at making him forget to breathe. Chuuya could just turn his head to break the kiss.

He closes his eyes, lets out a noise to warn Dazai that he's getting lightheaded. But let's him continue.]

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