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]

[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.]