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back and forth until it hurts and you can't take it back
[Chuuya slams Dazai down onto the bed, moving on top so he can keep pushing him down hard. He's had enough of Dazai's shit for a week - no, a year - so it's time for this little reminder. It's an idea he's had for a while, but somehow hasn't actually gone through with, at least not until now. Dazai had given him that smug look, and he just snapped.
He pulls out a knife, smaller than his usual one, the blade sharp. He presses it to Dazai's throat.]
Did you really think you could keep getting away with whatever you want?
[He drags the knife down to cut a few of those annoying bandages, and slightly into Dazai's skin underneath, blood trickling free. He's smirking now.]
Hold still, Dazai, or I might cut something you don't want me to.
He pulls out a knife, smaller than his usual one, the blade sharp. He presses it to Dazai's throat.]
Did you really think you could keep getting away with whatever you want?
[He drags the knife down to cut a few of those annoying bandages, and slightly into Dazai's skin underneath, blood trickling free. He's smirking now.]
Hold still, Dazai, or I might cut something you don't want me to.
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It's when he glances down that Dazai actually gets it.]
...You're not doing what I think you are.
[The bored tone of voice is gone, replaced with something clearly displeased. It's something he's seen more than he wants to admit, but the idea of that cut into his skin... it's disgustingly intimate. Oh, he hates it, and Chuuya will know it.]
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Do you think it'll scar or should I go deeper?
[The "ya" is a bit more difficult to get right, but still fairly straightforward compared to a lot of kanji. He only has so much time now though, because he's sure Dazai will try to fuck up his work. He can't let that happen.
He cuts one more line, then another. Maybe he should retie the rope, he thinks, but pausing right now is too risky.]
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Your handwriting is disgusting. [Well, it's fairly difficult to write with a knife on skin. Dazai's teeth click; he's irritated, but more than that... what would people think if they saw this?
As long as it doesn't scar, it doesn't matter. But if it does? Dazai twists more at the rope around one wrist--his dominant hand. As long as he can get one free, then he can grab that knife and drive it into Chuuya's face.]
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[Oh, Dazai's pissed off for sure. That never ends well for the person it's aimed at, but Chuuya doens't really care. Dazai can do his worst once he gets free. The only thing that matters now is finishing the last strokes.
He presses his other hand to Dazai's chest to hold him down, and then makes his final cut, a little rushed, but accurate enough. There's really no doubt what it's supposed to say.
It's satisfying. It's a bad idea. It's too late either way.]
Maybe you need to get tied up more, if it's taking you this long to get free.
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If you wanted to mark me as yours that badly, you could have chosen a less unpleasant way to do so.
[Another twist at the rope on his wrist. Unfortunately, the both of them have been trained in effective knots; it's taking longer to come undone than Dazai would like.]
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At least this will be under your bandages. I could cut you somewhere visible next.
[Right under his jaw, maybe. Chuuya lifts the knife to press it there, draws blood, though it's not deep.]
Or should I get you a collar?
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How funny. You'd presume to get me a collar when you can't even do this without restraints? For shame, Chuuya.
[If Chuuya really wants to continue, Dazai won't be able to fight properly with only one arm free, but it doesn't matter. Having at least some form of control or defense feels better, though the idea of having Chuuya's name etched into his skin makes Dazai want to tear at his own skin. In fact, if he can get that knife...]
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Coming from you? You couldn’t even force me into that position, you’d need more than just rope.
[He doesn’t try to break free of that grip(does he ever), but he shifts so that he can reach his free hand down between them, to Dazai’s crotch, stroking. ]
And you don’t always hate pain, do you?
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When Chuuya’s hand sneaks between his legs, he glares, but doesn’t move away. It would be stupid to try and deny the fact that there’s something going on down there, but he’s certainly going to deny how much it being Chuuya’s hand touching him changes things.]
If you wanted me to fuck you this badly, you could have used your words.
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[Which might be a strange argument to make considering he's still letting Dazai hold onto his wrist, but he doesn't care. If Dazai isn't going to call him out on it, then it doesn't matter.
It does mean that he has to twist his shoulder awkwardly when he leans down, so he can keep holding his arm up, not even letting himself move it if he can help it. He licks across the small cut on Dazai's throat, tasting blood - and when his chest touches Dazai's, Chuuya's shirt ends up soaked with it, too. He didn't get hard from cutting Dazai, but this part, this feels intimate.]
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The feeling of Chuuya's tongue makes Dazai shudder before he can stop himself. It stings, but it stimulates other things, as well.]
You're going to regret this, you know. I hope it was worth it for what I'll put you through once my other hand is free.
[The sheets and Chuuya's shirt are going to be utterly ruined, for one thing.]
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Don't make empty threats, Dazai.
[He knows it's not, but he's still doing his best to sound dismissive.
But he can at least make it as difficult for Dazai to focus as he can, even if he's only making it worse for himself. It's a bit awkward with his arm stuck in between their bodies, but he still manages to work Dazai's pants open, and then reaches inside to pull his dick out, stroking it slowly.]
Why would your other hand matter when you can't overpower me anyway?
[As if that's how Dazai takes control from him.]
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When have you ever known me to make an empty threat?
[Dazai's control doesn't come from physical strength, the way Chuuya's does. He wasn't made an executive in the Port Mafia because he could overpower people with his body. Dazai doesn't even flinch when Chuuya pulls his dick out, even though he's clearly hard--on some level, he's enjoying this, but neither of them will get into the meaning of that just now.]
How long have you wanted to do that? Putting your name on me, it takes away your ability to deny that you need me, doesn't it?
[Dazai's hand tightens. He knows he's at a disadvantage here, but when has antagonizing Chuuya verbally not worked?]
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When something prevents you from following though.
[No, Chuuya isn't going to acknowledge that grip or what it means to him, at least not verbally. He'll just keep arguing. Digging his own hole. He knows how rare it is for something to prevent Dazai from following through on a threat, but rule number one is still to show no weakness, because Chuuya is not about to regret what he just did.
Except now Dazai is calling him out.
He goes from still to tense, then glares.]
I don't need you. Why the hell would I?
[If he'd let himself think this through, he would have seen this coming, but that's exactly why he refused to think too deeply about it in the first place, so don't make him.]
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It's a sharp, throbbing pain.]
Of course. You don't need me, isn't that right? That's why I keep ending up here, isn't it?
[With his hand on Chuuya's wrist, in Chuuya's bed, anywhere they continue to bump into each other while pretending it's not intentional.]
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He should have gagged him. Why didn't he gag him.]
If I can't run from that, neither can you.
[That's almost admitting something, isn't it. He hates the tone of his own voice right now. Maybe he should headbutt Dazai.]
Pissed I thought of it first?
[He shouldn't have done this. But he'd wanted to push Dazai into... Something. Something he refuses to think about.]
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Of course not. I'm just disgusted at your level of shamelessness.
[There's something sitting between them here, throbbing with the cuts in Dazai's skin.]
It won't scar.
[It might. That pisses him off, too.]
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[That's not what this is about. And he's feeling embarrassed now anyway, so it's not even true. He hates being called out by Dazai more than anything, but the bastard knows him better than anyone, and never even considers giving him a break.]
Probably not.
[It might. He didn't cut too deep. Even if it does scar, it will probably fade with time. He drops his head a little, and then, reluctantly, with an annoyed tch, removes his hand from between them and instead reaches up to start freeing Dazai's other hand.]
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That's it, then. Your grand gesture against me? You're more like a dog with its tail between its legs than ever before.
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[It's not a comeback and he knows it. But he's not giving up, either. He already did what he decided to do, and this wasn't going anywhere, not with Dazai holding his wrist like that. But he stops untying him, and pins Dazai's wrist down instead.]
If I was scared of you, I wouldn't have done this at all. If you wanted me to fuck you like this, you shouldn't have tried to free yourself.
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As if I'd ever want you to fuck me. I doubt you even could.
[They both know Chuuya's preferences, and Dazai has no qualms about taunting him, even like this.]
In fact, if I weren't mistaken, this is a desperate plea for me to fuck you. Throwing a tantrum because you weren't getting enough attention? You really are a child.
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[Anyone can stick their dick in someone, clearly! Except that Chuuya isn't really interested, and Dazai has proven again and again that he knows how to make Chuuya submit in bed. He's not sure how to defend himself here.]
How is this a tantrum? You're just sulking like a baby because my plan against you worked.
[And he's going to push his weight down, his chest against Dazai's, to make those cuts hurt more for him.]