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]

[It's not the first time Chuuya has held Dazai down; either he's in the mood to go with it, or they get into a fight. He knows he's not as strong as Chuuya--not that he'd admit it--so honestly, struggling against it would just be a pain.

Although... well, at the sight of the knife, perhaps he ought to reconsider.]

Of course. Haven't I always gotten away with whatever I want?

[If Dazai sounds impassive, it's because he doesn't actually think Chuuya will do anything, but more than that, he knows it's annoying. Having the bandages cut is also annoying, and he clicks his tongue; does Chuuya have any idea how long it takes to get those in place?]

Please, feel free to plunge the knife into whatever vital organ you see fit.