[A lot of what's happening and what might yet happen is easy enough to deal with, even if Dazai doesn't like it: that describes most of life, after all, and there's no reason why this should be any different. Being gagged, though? That would annoy him, taking away his main weapon (or at least the only way to wield his main weapon), and so he glares at Fyodor in sullen silence. Two against one really is too much, with these two... Dazai has decided on his revenge for Chuuya already; Fyodor's going to be more difficult.
Anyway, that is for the future. For now, Chuuya is using his mouth in the only way he ever should, and that is a worthy priority.]
Of course you should make it as fast as possible. What are you even talking about?!
[Some annoyed grumbling from Dazai - but what does it mean? Clearly if he says one thing, he expects Chuuya to do the opposite. But he also knows that Chuuya will want to do the opposite of what Dazai wants, so maybe he said what he wants on purpose?? Or maybe, since he knew that Chuuya would know -...
Does even Dazai know his own plans at this point? It's honestly doubtful. But considering he's improvising while getting a blowjob, he's doing the best he can under the circumstances.]
Hm [ fyodor still considers himself more neutral than not, though he shifts his stance to get on his knees. his touch is so gentle, so deceptive in its tenderness - as if something like him could ever feel those depths of affection for anything that isn't his goals. his fingers trace dazai's face. ] Don't look so annoyed, dearest, darling Dazai. You should just enjoy this.
[ and then the touch his gone, moved on towards chuuya, tracing the curve of his jawline instead. how pretty the godling looks already like this. ] Well, if Dazai insists that he wants to come as soon as possible, you should oblige him.
[ he leans a little further down, warm breath teasing dazai's cock before he shifts direction and kisses chuuya - quick and wet. then he's withdrawing again. ]
[Chuuya looks a bit surprised at the kiss, eyes tracking Dostoevsky for a second. And then he grins, looking up at Dazai, enjoying that annoyed expression. It's definitely a small victory for him. And he has his directions now. He doesn't have to overthink this, try to figure out which one Dazai wants the least, when he can leave that decision up to someone else.
(The fact that he's so willing to follow someone else's directions, and even ask for it - especially from Dostoevsky - is not something he wants brought up.)]
Since he's asking for it.
[He does allow himself a brief moment to enjoy this, though, to just enjoy the taste, before he gets into it. His tongue drags over the head of Dazai's cock, swirls around it, while he slowly jerks him with his hand to get him going. It's only a few seconds, and then he gets started. He takes the head in his mouth, but doesn't pause there before swallowing him down deeper, as deep as he can.
It's uncomfortable, without allowing himself time to warm up. He doesn't care. He just starts moving, aiming for too hard and too fast and too uncomfortable, using every trick he's learned that Dazai likes to make it painfully good.]
[That's the surest sign that it shouldn't, isn't it? Not by most people's standards, anyway - and while Dazai wouldn't necessarily agree with those under other circumstances, he might just chicken out and do so now. It's uncomfortable, how good some of this feels, even beyond the physical; he might as well paint a target on his back. Dick. Either one!
Minor thought crimes aside, though, he doesn't attempt to stop anything that's going on, because why on earth would he? Chuuya is finally using his mouth in the only way that's worthwhile, and even if it's too much too fast, it honestly feels good. It's just too rushed, too forced, and just because he's a terrible person, Dazai will absolutely jerk his hips up at some point. It's probably involuntary.
He also uses the motion to further work on untying his wrists, though. For what it's worth: he isn't planning to "escape" this situation at all. But he also doesn't know where this is going to lead once he comes, and he'd rather have his hands free, just in case.]
[ why, excuse you, dazai. when fyodor says something should happen it most certainly should, including and not limited to arson, murder, large scale destructions and, in this particular case, sexual enjoyment.
fyodor shushes dazai as if he's a child; a hand once again so very tenderly reaching out to smooth against his cheek. it's is an encouragement to let go and just accept what is being given. this is as much a game as it isn't. fyodor is, in many ways, a sadist but for these encounters, he prefers something more than pain. to wring out pain from others is the oldest, most boring trick in the book. he's tired of it long ago. though he does find amusement in seeing two distinct parties hurt each other in their mutual blindness.
there are no comments made towards dazai trying to free his wrists nor of how he jerks his hips. the smile is directed at dazai but the words are for chuuya: ]
[Dazai's cock is pushed deeper than he was prepared for, at exactly the wrong moment. He chokes for a second, and has to pull back slightly to catch his breath, to make sure his eyes won't start watering, which would be too embarrassing. He knows it had to have been on purpose. He won't let that slow him down, though. He's focused on his task now, and it's only a couple of seconds before he gets back to what he was doing, breathing through his nose so he'll be able to keep it up.
And of course he'll obey that order. He usually needs at least a bit of warm up before he can deep throat Dazai, especially with Dazai making it more difficult on purpose, but he'll force himself to ignore it. He closes his eyes, lets Dazai's cock slide all the way into his throat, holding there for a second.
When he starts moving again, he's moaning at the same time, knowing what the vibrations will do. Plus, he loves this. He loves being pushed to take more than he can handle. Not that he can't handle it.
He reaches down between his own legs, gets his own pants open, because they're already getting uncomfortably tight. He won't start touching himself yet.]
feel free to assume Dazai is coming whenever is convenient tbh
[Dazai might be too lazy to be a proper sadist most of the time, but he still isn't anything like a masochist... under ordinary circumstances, anyway. Maybe it's because of that, rather than in spite of it, that it's tempting to do exactly as Fyodor asks, and just give in for a bit. On the one hand: that's a terrible idea, risking much more than just his life. On the other hand: how many opportunities does he really have to take any risk at all? And hasn't Fyodor already surrendered more than Dazai could possibly surrender here and now? Shouldn't he give a little back?
Why the hell is Dazai still thinking about all of this right now, like he's desperately clinging to what little reason he has left?!
He squeezes his eyes shut briefly when Chuuya gets to work again, a good excuse to stop looking at Fyodor and the unreasonably attractive way he's just hanging over him. To be fair to Dazai (which, frankly, one should never do): he doesn't try to thrust up into Chuuya's mouth again. Maybe he really is a nice person! Or maybe he just doesn't want to make Chuuya puke on his dick. Either one!
Perhaps it's going to be too fast a climax, after all: with Chuuya moaning around his dick, Dazai can already feel the pressure building, everything contracting. Part of him is pettily annoyed by that even now, just because Chuuya is getting what he wants... but it's not like Dazai hates it.]
Don't touch yourself. [ there is an admonishing slap against chuuya's shoulder. ] A good host must see to the need of his guest first. [ not his, of course, but dazai's. fyodor still looks uninterest in engaging in the proceedings beyond acting as a conductor.
his face is hungry though, not for sex but for the emotions on their faces. the way they come together so perfectly, in sync as if there is something like fate binding them. it is enjoyable, bittersweet too when fyodor knows his grand work will destroy them all.
and if his tone with chuuya is sharp and commanding, it becomes a croon when he addresses dazai, coaxing. ] Open your eyes, Dazai.
[ that is perhaps more dangerous than dostoevsky just barking out orders, this is persuasion, vile and twisting. he will find his way to sway them both during this ecounter. ]
[Chuuya groans at the admonishment, the sound a lot more desperate than his earlier moans. The fact that he's being ordered not to touch himself is just making his dick throb, is making him want it even more, but he pulls his hand away, moves it up to Dazai's thigh. And then - just to be a dick - he's going to push Dazai's thighs further apart.
He can tell Dazai is close, and that's satisfying. It hasn't been long at all. Chuuya is going to count it as another win against his useless ex-partner. He takes him deep again, nose pressed to his crotch, and then hollows out his cheeks as he sucks hard, trying to force him over that edge whether he wants it or not.
When Dazai comes, he lets it spill down his throat, swallowing eagerly. He loves this part, too, though he has zero intention of ever thinking too deeply about why. And he doesn't end it there. It was too quick, after all. So when Dazai is spent, he doesn't pull off, instead pressing his tongue against the underside. He starts bobbing his head again, knowing it's going to be too much, that his dick will be oversensitive in a few moments.
[Dazai wasn't dead set on keeping his eyes closed permanently anyway, so clearly it's just a coincidence that he opens them when Fyodor coaxes him to. Or, if there's any deliberate cooperation involved, naturally it's only because of the different ways Fyodor is treating Chuuya and him - as everybody should, clearly. This is exactly their respective position: Chuuya should be bullied, and Dazai spoiled. (Does... this really count as being spoiled, though..?)
And so Dazai is looking at Fyodor when he comes, moaning - nothing to exaggerated, but sincere enough; a simple sound ushered out along with something more substantial below. So far, so good! It's a nice climax, and if he's seeing stars, that just proves it.
But that's not where it ends. That bastard Chuuya just keeps going, and from one moment to the next, pleasure goes from warm to searing hot, ripping out every nerve in Dazai's body. He can deal with pain, as much as he hates it; he cannot deal with this, breaking out in a cold sweat even as he tries not to be too vocal, which might only satisfy Chuuya. It's just as well that Chuuya is pushing his legs open, and hopefully holding him down firmly, because Dazai would be doing some serious thrusting up if not - more a desperately struggle to move and get away than anything, but all the same. As it is, he's still thrashing wildly, and doing what he can to get the hell away from Chuuya, trying to push back and up against Fyodor because it is his only route of escape.]
[ he adjusts his position, knees uncomfortable as he catches dazai and holds him. it isn't a harsh grip, just firm enough to anchor him as he trashes and tries to get away from chuuya. his eyes are bright, curious as he takes in dazai's discomfort.
he shushes dazai again, one hand pressed against his cheek, cold sweat dampening his fingers. when he croons it is so sweet and loving: ] You're doing so well, can you endure a little longer? Just a little more.
[ he wonders if dazai will cry and how those tears would look on those lashes; what chuuya would do then, what fyodor would feel - anything? nothing?
a tilt of his head in chuuya's general direction: ] Godling, you can touch yourself under these conditions. Lighter the harder your mouth goes. Harder the lighter your mouth goes. And if Dazai cries, you can come.
[Chuuya nearly chokes again when Dazai starts thrashing, and has to shove his legs down hard to keep him in place. He has to pull off slightly to let himself recover, though he still keeps just the head between his lips as he breathes, like he's unwilling to let it go. It still tastes of come.
His eyes snap upwards as Dostoevsky speaks, paying attention to his words, his instructions, feeling it all go straight to his own dick. He swallows, glances at Dazai, still using all his strength to hold his legs down.
There's no way Dazai will cry. There's no way he won't make Chuuya regret this.]
Can you hold him?
[Chuuya has to let go of one of Dazai's legs to touch himself, so he might be able to use that to fight Chuuya off. He almost hesitates to start jerking himself, because he'll just make himself more desperate, and he already knows he won't be allowed to come based on those rules. But he has to try. He reaches down between his legs, wraps his hand loosely around his dick, and then turns his attention back to what he was doing.
There's another dilemma, though: If he wants to make Dazai cry, he'll have to go hard, but then he really won't be allowed to do more than tease himself. Dostoevsky really is setting this up to torture them both, and he lets out a needy groan as he slides Dazai's cock deep into his throat.
He'll go hard at first. Dazai had enough of a break. Then slow down if Dazai starts to get hard again.]
[Of course Dazai won't cry; he hasn't cried even in situations far, far worse than this one. Only humans cry, and in this way (as well as most others), he simply isn't one.
That still doesn't mean he's having a great time here, however. It's already taken him too long to untie his wrists, and if Fyodor starts participating more seriously, the way Chuuya is asking him to, then Dazai is well and truly screwed, in more than just the literal sense.
And so, as Dazai gets to once again feel like his insides are getting scooped out with a sharp-edged and burning-hot-while-icy-cold ice cream scoop, he rushes things as much as non-humanly possible, belatedly getting his wrists free and instantly grabbing at Chuuya's hair to finally yank the miniature bastard off his dick. How far he gets in his escape-attempt-cum-revenge-plot is probably up to Fyodor, the one true wild card in this encounter. But that Dazai isn't going to take it lying down (apart from in the literal sense, that is) should be a given.]
[ oh he's not going to hold dazai down, not in the way expected that would allow chuuya freedom to continue torturing dazai with his mouth while he touches himself. truly, dazai is right about fyodor, he only knows how to make a situation worse for everyone involved. a natural talent, some would say. a nurtured one, those who know him intimately would counter.
his arms do twine like vines around dazai's shoulders, holding more than constricting and in a contest of strength, fyodor is the losing party out of the room's occupants. ] How does it feel? [ even if he cannot wring tears out of dazai here and now, fyodor is looking for that. the irrefutable proof of humanity within dazai that separates them - fyodor and dazai, that is. as if the delineation of their difference is a requisite before things continue down their unacceptable course.
he switches to their language, briefly: ] How different is it from when we fuck, Dazai? Tell me later exactly how it feels. [ then, back to japanese: ] Do you want to let Dazai go, godling?
[Chuuya would argue that they're both human. Annoyingly, obnoxiously human, and he'd doubly down on it if they tried to argue otherwise. He's never going to let these assholes hold themselves apart from other people. He'll drag them down with him if he has to.
But it's not like he's thinking about that now. He's not thinking about much other than Dazai's dick, how it tastes, how Dazai is reacting, up until the point where his head is yanked up harshly, making his whole scalp feel like it's burning from the sudden pain. He grunts, and goes with the motion, allowing himself to be pulled away. Dazai has too many other ways to force him if he doesn't. And after a second he remembers to stop touching himself, too.
(Even though the pain had just made his arousal more intense.)
He tilts his head as much as the grip allows and looks up at Dazai from under his lashes, trying to gauge his mood. He's not sorry. He regrets nothing. He knows he's in deep shit, and he knows that the smartest course of action is to not argue with whatever he decides next. What Chuuya will actually do, though, depends.
His attention is drawn away from his ex-partner when Dostoevsky speaks. Or - utters something, at least, but he's not sure it counts as speaking.]
What the hell was that?
[He's going to ignore the question. He's still pushing down Dazai's thigh with one hand, but it's not a conscious action, at this point, and doesn't say much about what he wants. He's not sure it will be about what he wants at all anymore, anyway. And, more importantly --]
[Stopping the overstimulation is more of a relief than Dazai will ever care to admit. He breathes hard, trying to recover - and not fighting Fyodor's hold on him at all. In part, it's because he doesn't need to; in part, it's because he doesn't want to, doesn't see the point. All he needed was to stop the torture - if only briefly, so he can take it again - and he's accomplished that.
For all that it took a fair amount of effort, now that it's accomplished, it feels too easy in retrospect. How typical of all life's disappointments.
He continues speaking, but not in Japanese of course, because Chuuya clearly can't handle not knowing what's being said, and Dazai is a total dick. Russian would make sense, and why not go for a nice Bible quote, while he's at it?]
"For all who take the sword will perish by the sword."
[Basically Dazai thinks he's suffered enough, and that it's time for a fuckly revenge on Chuuya. Because Dazai may be able to handle a whole lot more, but he's also lazy and kind of a wimp, when he has a choice. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
[ at those words dostoevsky throws his head back and laughs; a surprise in itself at the way it seems less of a girlish giggle radiating sinister intentions and more of simple, unfiltered amusement. how dare you amuse him like this, it is truly despicable for chuuya and dazai to make him feel such utterly revolting things. he returns, after his laughter is back under control, in sickly sweet russian: ]
If anyone is destined for captivity, into captivity he will go; if anyone is to die by the sword, by the sword he must be killed.
[ the wheels of fate, the destiny that has been paved but that's not what fyodor is referring to because in this room (and, let's be honest, outside of it) they both can play at being god's right hand.
he turns his attention to chuuya then. alright, he'll play on dazai's team for this next move. ]
[The thing is: Chuuya has secretly started to teach himself Russian. He told the rat he wouldn't, but he likes languages (he's good at them), and since he's stuck dealing with him so much it made sense. But he definitely doesn't want either of them to know that, and besides, he doesn't know nearly enough to understand what they're talking about. He picks out a few words - tries to remember a couple of others to look up later - but in the end he's still just as annoyed.
They're deliberately keeping him out of the conversation now, and he knows it's to fuck with him.]
Next time you're talking about manners, I'm doing the opposite.
[To Dostoevsky, of course, who told him not to touch himself. Chuuya still isn't, though, he's still following that rule without really thinking about it, even though this would definitely be the time to get himself off. Before Dazai can get his revenge.
Instead he's going to sharply flick at Dazai's dick, hoping it will still be more painful than normal. And then he's going to drag himself up, ignoring the hand in his hair (as if pain is a deterrent), because like hell is he staying on his stomach while they plot.]
cw for sacrilege tbh... i don't even really mean it but i hardcore had to do it
[Fyodor can be God's right hand, if he so desires; Dazai will simply be God's left middle finger. It symbolizes so many of both the similarities and the difference between them.
Chuuya, meanwhile, might be more like God's dick, angry and always rising in wrath, but the only time its efforts bore fruit was like two thousand years ago.
The flick does, in fact, hurt incredibly - enough to make Dazai flinch - and Dazai lets go of Chuuya's hair easily enough, whether because of the pain or because he just can't be bothered to keep holding it (but probably the latter). Another reason to allow it: Chuuya getting up means that Dazai can aim a harsh kick at his stomach. Will it connect? Eh, maybe not, but it's the principle of the thing - and if he pretends to aim at Chuuya's dick, maybe it'll work. As boring as violence is, it's the language Chuuya speaks - and it was between that, and swear words in Russian. (Not really.)
Whether successful or not, Dazai will free himself from Fyodor's lovingcitation needed embrace, since Fyodor seems willing to allow it. The rest? Well, that depends on Chuuya's reaction to the kick, mostly, but Dazai is in a mood for swift and harsh revenge in any way he can get it. Subtlety can follow after that first, decisive strike (or two).]
[ he clucks his tongue, admonishing chuuya without words. next time, because there will always be a next time, he'll be sure to keep in mind all of this being said. chuuya is nothing if not spiteful when angered and depending on how this goes, he'll be very angry in a moment or two.
fyodor lets it go without protest, moving back because he isn't interested in getting into a kicking match or whatever dazai intends to do with chuuya. it is entertaining to watch but it would not be to participate.
so, if you will all excuse him, fyodor is moving back into the spectator's bench for this next round. ]
[Chuuya grunts as the kick connects. He'd been distracted, being turned on is slowing his reaction... Or maybe he let it hit him, because Dazai's kicks definitely don't worry him. His face breaks into a smug smile.]
You're still weak, Dazai. Don't even try to fight.
[But that means he has to counter it. You can't challenge him to a fight and expect him to back down, he has a reputation to maintain. And Dazai knows that, probably expects that, but he doesn't care. He throws himself forward to tackle him backwards.
And then instead of punching him, reaches down to try to grab his dick again. It worked as a weakness before, so why not try it again, see if he can't get him to back down if he simply squeezes. It will be satisfying if it works.
(He's ignoring the rat's admonishment for now, but he didn't miss it.)]
[He tells Fyodor, not finishing the sentence, because frankly he has no time for it. How dare you interrupt Dazai's already annoying evening with Chuuya, and then not even put in any work worth mentioning?! It makes Dazai have to put in all the effort, and he doesn't even want to be an over-achiever like that, so curse you on both fronts!
Maybe Dazai is weak, but it's not (he decides, whether it's true or not) because he just came (though he's certainly no more powerful for that). Chuuya is the one easily affected by such silly things, and so Dazai thinks he still stands a chance in spite of everything. He lets himself be tackled, because that's easier, and because it will give Chuuya a sense of victory; he does not plan to let Chuuya grab his dick, though (at least not so soon), trying to give Chuuya a good headbutt before he can get around to it.]
[ the display of utter immaturity and outright viciousness that could fool most others as being nothing but hate is astoundingly entertaining but there is something untouchable about it, it makes fyodor think of an impenetrable glass wall between himself and the spectacle. that is not unusual exactly, he has always been apart from humanity overall but seldom has he ever wanted to press close to said invisible boundary and really look.
so, congratulations to dazai and chuuya for managing this.
lazy is one word for it. though it may also be an inability to engage further with this, whether due to a perceived wall or a silent line drawn across what emotions he feels and which he does not. not that he is unhappy with this situation, entertainment is entertainment. ]
[Considering Chuuya is throwing himself at Dazai, there's really no way to avoid that headbutt. He winces, distracted from his plan for his moment, and he has to hope it hurt Dazai as much as him.
But if he really wants violence that much, then Chuuya is happy to give it to him. He'll chance strategy. He moves his arm up, and instead of trying to grab anything, just aims a punch right at Dazai's stomach, hard enough it will bruise if it connects. Hurting him is always satisfying.]
You know better than to challenge me like this. I guess that proves the rat is the smart one.
[That makes Dazai the cheap knock-off version. Chuuya grins, and leans back to avoid another headbutt.]
[The headbutt probably hurts Dazai more, let's face it, because his head has an actual brain in it. (；¬д¬) But pain cannot be avoided under these circumstances, and given that, he'd rather make it his own choice when and where he hurts. Besides, after the overstimulation torture from before, pain doesn't have quite the same impact it usually would.
Not that he's happy about being punched in the stomach, because oh boy... He thought he'd miraculously avoided a puke-a-thon by Fyodor's intervention, but if this keeps up, he may yet hurl.
The suggestion that Fyodor is smarter is both more painful and more nauseating than all of the above, though. It might be true - when it comes to Chuuya, if nothing else - but that doesn't mean Dazai wants to acknowledge it.]
If that was true... maybe you'd actually satisfy me!
[Since punching things is all you can do, you damned Chuuhuahua!!
What if, unseen in all this, he's made another attempt to get that rope around Chuuya, to hoist him up - by his neck, if necessary? Or perhaps it's not too late to use his superior height to tackle Chuuya, or something like that.
Regardless, Dazai isn't looking to prolong this "fight", because he knows damn well that that's not where he has the advantage - and he will take the advantage, especially after being so rudely taken advantage of.]
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Anyway, that is for the future. For now, Chuuya is using his mouth in the only way he ever should, and that is a worthy priority.]
Of course you should make it as fast as possible. What are you even talking about?!
[Some annoyed grumbling from Dazai - but what does it mean? Clearly if he says one thing, he expects Chuuya to do the opposite. But he also knows that Chuuya will want to do the opposite of what Dazai wants, so maybe he said what he wants on purpose?? Or maybe, since he knew that Chuuya would know -...
Does even Dazai know his own plans at this point? It's honestly doubtful. But considering he's improvising while getting a blowjob, he's doing the best he can under the circumstances.]
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[ and then the touch his gone, moved on towards chuuya, tracing the curve of his jawline instead. how pretty the godling looks already like this. ] Well, if Dazai insists that he wants to come as soon as possible, you should oblige him.
[ he leans a little further down, warm breath teasing dazai's cock before he shifts direction and kisses chuuya - quick and wet. then he's withdrawing again. ]
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(The fact that he's so willing to follow someone else's directions, and even ask for it - especially from Dostoevsky - is not something he wants brought up.)]
Since he's asking for it.
[He does allow himself a brief moment to enjoy this, though, to just enjoy the taste, before he gets into it. His tongue drags over the head of Dazai's cock, swirls around it, while he slowly jerks him with his hand to get him going. It's only a few seconds, and then he gets started. He takes the head in his mouth, but doesn't pause there before swallowing him down deeper, as deep as he can.
It's uncomfortable, without allowing himself time to warm up. He doesn't care. He just starts moving, aiming for too hard and too fast and too uncomfortable, using every trick he's learned that Dazai likes to make it painfully good.]
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[That's the surest sign that it shouldn't, isn't it? Not by most people's standards, anyway - and while Dazai wouldn't necessarily agree with those under other circumstances, he might just chicken out and do so now. It's uncomfortable, how good some of this feels, even beyond the physical; he might as well paint a target on his back. Dick. Either one!
Minor thought crimes aside, though, he doesn't attempt to stop anything that's going on, because why on earth would he? Chuuya is finally using his mouth in the only way that's worthwhile, and even if it's too much too fast, it honestly feels good. It's just too rushed, too forced, and just because he's a terrible person, Dazai will absolutely jerk his hips up at some point. It's probably involuntary.
He also uses the motion to further work on untying his wrists, though. For what it's worth: he isn't planning to "escape" this situation at all. But he also doesn't know where this is going to lead once he comes, and he'd rather have his hands free, just in case.]
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fyodor shushes dazai as if he's a child; a hand once again so very tenderly reaching out to smooth against his cheek. it's is an encouragement to let go and just accept what is being given. this is as much a game as it isn't. fyodor is, in many ways, a sadist but for these encounters, he prefers something more than pain. to wring out pain from others is the oldest, most boring trick in the book. he's tired of it long ago. though he does find amusement in seeing two distinct parties hurt each other in their mutual blindness.
there are no comments made towards dazai trying to free his wrists nor of how he jerks his hips. the smile is directed at dazai but the words are for chuuya: ]
More. You can take him deeper.
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And of course he'll obey that order. He usually needs at least a bit of warm up before he can deep throat Dazai, especially with Dazai making it more difficult on purpose, but he'll force himself to ignore it. He closes his eyes, lets Dazai's cock slide all the way into his throat, holding there for a second.
When he starts moving again, he's moaning at the same time, knowing what the vibrations will do. Plus, he loves this. He loves being pushed to take more than he can handle. Not that he can't handle it.
He reaches down between his own legs, gets his own pants open, because they're already getting uncomfortably tight. He won't start touching himself yet.]
feel free to assume Dazai is coming whenever is convenient tbh
Why the hell is Dazai still thinking about all of this right now, like he's desperately clinging to what little reason he has left?!
He squeezes his eyes shut briefly when Chuuya gets to work again, a good excuse to stop looking at Fyodor and the unreasonably attractive way he's just hanging over him. To be fair to Dazai (which, frankly, one should never do): he doesn't try to thrust up into Chuuya's mouth again. Maybe he really is a nice person! Or maybe he just doesn't want to make Chuuya puke on his dick. Either one!
Perhaps it's going to be too fast a climax, after all: with Chuuya moaning around his dick, Dazai can already feel the pressure building, everything contracting. Part of him is pettily annoyed by that even now, just because Chuuya is getting what he wants... but it's not like Dazai hates it.]
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his face is hungry though, not for sex but for the emotions on their faces. the way they come together so perfectly, in sync as if there is something like fate binding them. it is enjoyable, bittersweet too when fyodor knows his grand work will destroy them all.
and if his tone with chuuya is sharp and commanding, it becomes a croon when he addresses dazai, coaxing. ] Open your eyes, Dazai.
[ that is perhaps more dangerous than dostoevsky just barking out orders, this is persuasion, vile and twisting. he will find his way to sway them both during this ecounter. ]
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He can tell Dazai is close, and that's satisfying. It hasn't been long at all. Chuuya is going to count it as another win against his useless ex-partner. He takes him deep again, nose pressed to his crotch, and then hollows out his cheeks as he sucks hard, trying to force him over that edge whether he wants it or not.
When Dazai comes, he lets it spill down his throat, swallowing eagerly. He loves this part, too, though he has zero intention of ever thinking too deeply about why. And he doesn't end it there. It was too quick, after all. So when Dazai is spent, he doesn't pull off, instead pressing his tongue against the underside. He starts bobbing his head again, knowing it's going to be too much, that his dick will be oversensitive in a few moments.
He won't stop until someone stops him.]
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And so Dazai is looking at Fyodor when he comes, moaning - nothing to exaggerated, but sincere enough; a simple sound ushered out along with something more substantial below. So far, so good! It's a nice climax, and if he's seeing stars, that just proves it.
But that's not where it ends. That bastard Chuuya just keeps going, and from one moment to the next, pleasure goes from warm to searing hot, ripping out every nerve in Dazai's body. He can deal with pain, as much as he hates it; he cannot deal with this, breaking out in a cold sweat even as he tries not to be too vocal, which might only satisfy Chuuya. It's just as well that Chuuya is pushing his legs open, and hopefully holding him down firmly, because Dazai would be doing some serious thrusting up if not - more a desperately struggle to move and get away than anything, but all the same. As it is, he's still thrashing wildly, and doing what he can to get the hell away from Chuuya, trying to push back and up against Fyodor because it is his only route of escape.]
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he shushes dazai again, one hand pressed against his cheek, cold sweat dampening his fingers. when he croons it is so sweet and loving: ] You're doing so well, can you endure a little longer? Just a little more.
[ he wonders if dazai will cry and how those tears would look on those lashes; what chuuya would do then, what fyodor would feel - anything? nothing?
a tilt of his head in chuuya's general direction: ] Godling, you can touch yourself under these conditions. Lighter the harder your mouth goes. Harder the lighter your mouth goes. And if Dazai cries, you can come.
[ because... of course. ]
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His eyes snap upwards as Dostoevsky speaks, paying attention to his words, his instructions, feeling it all go straight to his own dick. He swallows, glances at Dazai, still using all his strength to hold his legs down.
There's no way Dazai will cry. There's no way he won't make Chuuya regret this.]
Can you hold him?
[Chuuya has to let go of one of Dazai's legs to touch himself, so he might be able to use that to fight Chuuya off. He almost hesitates to start jerking himself, because he'll just make himself more desperate, and he already knows he won't be allowed to come based on those rules. But he has to try. He reaches down between his legs, wraps his hand loosely around his dick, and then turns his attention back to what he was doing.
There's another dilemma, though: If he wants to make Dazai cry, he'll have to go hard, but then he really won't be allowed to do more than tease himself. Dostoevsky really is setting this up to torture them both, and he lets out a needy groan as he slides Dazai's cock deep into his throat.
He'll go hard at first. Dazai had enough of a break. Then slow down if Dazai starts to get hard again.]
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That still doesn't mean he's having a great time here, however. It's already taken him too long to untie his wrists, and if Fyodor starts participating more seriously, the way Chuuya is asking him to, then Dazai is well and truly screwed, in more than just the literal sense.
And so, as Dazai gets to once again feel like his insides are getting scooped out with a sharp-edged and burning-hot-while-icy-cold ice cream scoop, he rushes things as much as non-humanly possible, belatedly getting his wrists free and instantly grabbing at Chuuya's hair to finally yank the miniature bastard off his dick. How far he gets in his escape-attempt-cum-revenge-plot is probably up to Fyodor, the one true wild card in this encounter. But that Dazai isn't going to take it lying down (apart from in the literal sense, that is) should be a given.]
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his arms do twine like vines around dazai's shoulders, holding more than constricting and in a contest of strength, fyodor is the losing party out of the room's occupants. ] How does it feel? [ even if he cannot wring tears out of dazai here and now, fyodor is looking for that. the irrefutable proof of humanity within dazai that separates them - fyodor and dazai, that is. as if the delineation of their difference is a requisite before things continue down their unacceptable course.
he switches to their language, briefly: ] How different is it from when we fuck, Dazai? Tell me later exactly how it feels. [ then, back to japanese: ] Do you want to let Dazai go, godling?
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But it's not like he's thinking about that now. He's not thinking about much other than Dazai's dick, how it tastes, how Dazai is reacting, up until the point where his head is yanked up harshly, making his whole scalp feel like it's burning from the sudden pain. He grunts, and goes with the motion, allowing himself to be pulled away. Dazai has too many other ways to force him if he doesn't. And after a second he remembers to stop touching himself, too.
(Even though the pain had just made his arousal more intense.)
He tilts his head as much as the grip allows and looks up at Dazai from under his lashes, trying to gauge his mood. He's not sorry. He regrets nothing. He knows he's in deep shit, and he knows that the smartest course of action is to not argue with whatever he decides next. What Chuuya will actually do, though, depends.
His attention is drawn away from his ex-partner when Dostoevsky speaks. Or - utters something, at least, but he's not sure it counts as speaking.]
What the hell was that?
[He's going to ignore the question. He's still pushing down Dazai's thigh with one hand, but it's not a conscious action, at this point, and doesn't say much about what he wants. He's not sure it will be about what he wants at all anymore, anyway. And, more importantly --]
Speak in a way that actually makes sense!
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For all that it took a fair amount of effort, now that it's accomplished, it feels too easy in retrospect. How typical of all life's disappointments.
He continues speaking, but not in Japanese of course, because Chuuya clearly can't handle not knowing what's being said, and Dazai is a total dick. Russian would make sense, and why not go for a nice Bible quote, while he's at it?]
"For all who take the sword will perish by the sword."
[Basically Dazai thinks he's suffered enough, and that it's time for a fuckly revenge on Chuuya. Because Dazai may be able to handle a whole lot more, but he's also lazy and kind of a wimp, when he has a choice. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
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If anyone is destined for captivity, into captivity he will go; if anyone is to die by the sword, by the sword he must be killed.
[ the wheels of fate, the destiny that has been paved but that's not what fyodor is referring to because in this room (and, let's be honest, outside of it) they both can play at being god's right hand.
he turns his attention to chuuya then. alright, he'll play on dazai's team for this next move. ]
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They're deliberately keeping him out of the conversation now, and he knows it's to fuck with him.]
Next time you're talking about manners, I'm doing the opposite.
[To Dostoevsky, of course, who told him not to touch himself. Chuuya still isn't, though, he's still following that rule without really thinking about it, even though this would definitely be the time to get himself off. Before Dazai can get his revenge.
Instead he's going to sharply flick at Dazai's dick, hoping it will still be more painful than normal. And then he's going to drag himself up, ignoring the hand in his hair (as if pain is a deterrent), because like hell is he staying on his stomach while they plot.]
cw for sacrilege tbh... i don't even really mean it but i hardcore had to do it
Chuuya, meanwhile, might be more like God's dick, angry and always rising in wrath, but the only time its efforts bore fruit was like two thousand years ago.
The flick does, in fact, hurt incredibly - enough to make Dazai flinch - and Dazai lets go of Chuuya's hair easily enough, whether because of the pain or because he just can't be bothered to keep holding it (but probably the latter). Another reason to allow it: Chuuya getting up means that Dazai can aim a harsh kick at his stomach. Will it connect? Eh, maybe not, but it's the principle of the thing - and if he pretends to aim at Chuuya's dick, maybe it'll work. As boring as violence is, it's the language Chuuya speaks - and it was between that, and swear words in Russian. (Not really.)
Whether successful or not, Dazai will free himself from Fyodor's lovingcitation needed embrace, since Fyodor seems willing to allow it. The rest? Well, that depends on Chuuya's reaction to the kick, mostly, but Dazai is in a mood for swift and harsh revenge in any way he can get it. Subtlety can follow after that first, decisive strike (or two).]
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fyodor lets it go without protest, moving back because he isn't interested in getting into a kicking match or whatever dazai intends to do with chuuya. it is entertaining to watch but it would not be to participate.
so, if you will all excuse him, fyodor is moving back into the spectator's bench for this next round. ]
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You're still weak, Dazai. Don't even try to fight.
[But that means he has to counter it. You can't challenge him to a fight and expect him to back down, he has a reputation to maintain. And Dazai knows that, probably expects that, but he doesn't care. He throws himself forward to tackle him backwards.
And then instead of punching him, reaches down to try to grab his dick again. It worked as a weakness before, so why not try it again, see if he can't get him to back down if he simply squeezes. It will be satisfying if it works.
(He's ignoring the rat's admonishment for now, but he didn't miss it.)]
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[He tells Fyodor, not finishing the sentence, because frankly he has no time for it. How dare you interrupt Dazai's already annoying evening with Chuuya, and then not even put in any work worth mentioning?! It makes Dazai have to put in all the effort, and he doesn't even want to be an over-achiever like that, so curse you on both fronts!
Maybe Dazai is weak, but it's not (he decides, whether it's true or not) because he just came (though he's certainly no more powerful for that). Chuuya is the one easily affected by such silly things, and so Dazai thinks he still stands a chance in spite of everything. He lets himself be tackled, because that's easier, and because it will give Chuuya a sense of victory; he does not plan to let Chuuya grab his dick, though (at least not so soon), trying to give Chuuya a good headbutt before he can get around to it.]
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so, congratulations to dazai and chuuya for managing this.
lazy is one word for it. though it may also be an inability to engage further with this, whether due to a perceived wall or a silent line drawn across what emotions he feels and which he does not. not that he is unhappy with this situation, entertainment is entertainment. ]
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But if he really wants violence that much, then Chuuya is happy to give it to him. He'll chance strategy. He moves his arm up, and instead of trying to grab anything, just aims a punch right at Dazai's stomach, hard enough it will bruise if it connects. Hurting him is always satisfying.]
You know better than to challenge me like this. I guess that proves the rat is the smart one.
[That makes Dazai the cheap knock-off version. Chuuya grins, and leans back to avoid another headbutt.]
Maybe you do like pain after all.
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Not that he's happy about being punched in the stomach, because oh boy... He thought he'd miraculously avoided a puke-a-thon by Fyodor's intervention, but if this keeps up, he may yet hurl.
The suggestion that Fyodor is smarter is both more painful and more nauseating than all of the above, though. It might be true - when it comes to Chuuya, if nothing else - but that doesn't mean Dazai wants to acknowledge it.]
If that was true... maybe you'd actually satisfy me!
[Since punching things is all you can do, you damned Chuuhuahua!!
What if, unseen in all this, he's made another attempt to get that rope around Chuuya, to hoist him up - by his neck, if necessary? Or perhaps it's not too late to use his superior height to tackle Chuuya, or something like that.
Regardless, Dazai isn't looking to prolong this "fight", because he knows damn well that that's not where he has the advantage - and he will take the advantage, especially after being so rudely taken advantage of.]
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