back and forth until it hurts and you can't take it back

[indensity]

[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.

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[dressing]

[Why would he need Dazai? There are more reasons than either of them would care to admit. It could be something as basic as Corruption; it could be their linked past, or how well they work together, unfortunate as it is. It could be the thing that possessed Chuuya to carve his name into Dazai's skin.

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.]

[indensity]

[He wants to shut Dazai up, but he can't. He's staying completely still, glaring at him, defensive. His hand is still on his dick, but it's not stroking, just there. Dazai's the one tied up but suddenly he's the one feeling trapped.

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.]

[dressing]

[Honestly? No, Dazai isn't pissed Chuuya thought of it first. He's pissed Chuuya was stupid enough to actually do it first.]

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.]

[indensity]

I'm not gonna waste feeling shame on you.

[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.]

[dressing]

[There it is; Chuuya gives in, because he's a coward, and for some reason that's more annoying than the idea of being marked by him. (Dazai isn't going to think about the slight twinge of disappointment that it probably won't scar.)]

That's it, then. Your grand gesture against me? You're more like a dog with its tail between its legs than ever before.

[indensity]

Shut up.

[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.

[dressing]

[Dazai snorts, even as the way Chuuya pins his wrist sends a twinge of discomfort up his arm. Which he hates, possibly more than Chuuya.]

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.

[indensity]

I could.

[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.]