[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.]
[ oh, this is hilarious. listen, fyodor has no issue with admitting defeat in particular situations, even dazai would win out in a serious physical fight and he much prefers any sexual encounters of him to carry minimal risk of getting bruised.
he's already bruised from that punch earlier.
fyodor moves even further back because he can see the rope and dazai and connect the dots of what may or may not be attempted.
(with some nostalgia he thinks this is not that entirely different from his own dynamic with gogol, except the intention of gogol to kill him are very much real and not just the result of misunderstandings and threats that won't be carried out to completion) ]
[Chuuya doesn't notice the rope until it's around his neck. When he does, he only smiles wider, like he doesn't give a shit about what Dazai is trying at all.
And the thing is, Chuuya is trained for this sort of thing, too. He knows how to move to get out of a rope when it hasn't been tightened yet, how to force someone off him, make them lose their grip. He doesn't go for any of those techniques. Instead, he reaches forward to grab Dazai by the throat, squeezing tight but not tight enough to actually cut off his air.]
I always satisfy you when I actually feel like it.
[Dazai always gets his way in bed, but... irrelevant.]
[Dazai is keeping pressure on that rope, but not really tightening it beyond that for the moment: the rope was brought in as a method, not the end goal. Chuuya's words feel like a challenge, and that alone should be enough reason not to go along with it - why ever give Chuuya what he wants? - but at the same time, Dazai is kind of done with this bullshit (and, again, dragging the fight out can only be to his disadvantage).
So fine. If that's what Chuuya wants, that's what Chuuya can damn well get. Let's see who lasts the longest, indeed.
With an inhale instead of a proper reply, Dazai pulls the rope as tight as he can, twisting it around his hand in an attempt to keep from letting go when his oxygen levels start to drop.
Truly, they are just a long string of bad decisions.]
[ biting, stabbing, punching, kicking, strangulation aside the worst decision of the evening is doing all this in front of fyodor fucking dostoevsky who has absolutely zero (0) qualms about using this entire scenario as a personal learning experience to be categorised, filed and referred to at a later date.
his fantasy for this setting is rather different, he thinks of how he could both use crime and punishment fast enough to kill one, then stab the other while they're occupied like this. two birds, one stone. but he remains, sitting and watching, a fondness visible in his expression despite it being unknown to himself.
(but with some nostalgia he thinks that something like this might not be such a weakness as he first had assumed. if he were to call gogol and invite him to a soiree like this, just the two, who would leave the evening alive?
he is missing something here; just out of his reach.) ]
[Chuuya only catches Dostoevsky's expression out of the corner of his eye. Most of his attention is on Dazai now, on this challenge, which is already promising to be fun. He looks excited when he feels the rope tighten, and immediately puts more strength into his own grip around Dazai's throat, matching pressure and threat.
Although Dazai definitely has the advantage here. Chuuya is stronger, but the rope more than makes up for that, wrapping all around his neck, cutting off blood flow as much as air. That's fine. He likes a challenge.
He's already a bit lightheaded, but he tries to squeeze tighter, put some of his weight into it.
[Dazai, for his part, doesn't pay attention to Fyodor beyond keeping a rough eye on where he is, because he doesn't regard Fyodor above last-minute murder attempts. Subtle things like Fyodor's expression, though? Dazai can't afford to waste time and energy on that, because a physical confrontation with Chuuya will take all he has.
And so it does. The rope is the only real advantage he has here, but it's enough. Not only does it conveniently circle all around Chuuya's neck, but if Dazai's pull on the rope should falter, as long as he keeps holding it, he has little to lose. Chuuya, meanwhile, needs to put in a lot more effort, in addition to reaching up.
Before long, they're both starting to slip, getting lightheaded and needing more oxygen than they can spare just for standing there, but thanks to the rope, Chuuya is the one to falter first, and Dazai, who's been watching like a hawk the whole time, immediately jumps on the opening. With Chuuya's grip slipping, Dazai makes his final move as low effort as possible, letting himself fall into a seated position behind Chuuya, Chuuya's back against his chest, still holding the rope more or less in place. It's going to chafe, but hey, Chuuya asked for this.
Sitting with Chuuya basically between his legs, still halfway strangling him, Dazai catches his breath, and finally turns his attention to Fyodor again.]
And? [His voice is a bit raspy from being strangled, but why acknowledge that?] Still don't want to play?
[ fyodor meets dazai's gaze, the fondness in his expression vanishing like a footprint on the sand meeting the unending tide. his eyes lack their usual blank hardness, the apathy that seems to unfalteringly set losing terrain for a moment. he considers the question, an invitation too.
but if he's to remain holy, should he really take a seat at this table? ]
It seemed impolite to interfere too much. [ but he shuffles on his hands and knees, taking a spot between chuuya's legs so the redhead is trapped between dazai and himself. this last round had been dazai's win but fyodor is sliding one hand, without gentle consideration beneath the waistband of chuuya's pants.
ah, what had he made chuuya do to dazai earlier? come as fast as possible, correct? well, that will be the rule then as his hand squeezes, hard and then begins to move.
utter hubris to think he can both participate and remain saintly. ]
[Chuuya is feeling incredibly lightheaded as he falls to the floor, his weight against Dazai. A few more seconds and he might have passed out. At least the rope is allowing him to breathe now, if barely, so he desperately draws in air, eyes a bit unfocused as Dostoevsky moves to sit in front of him. He doesn't even react to him at first.
Until he starts to touch. Chuuya gasps, though he doesn't have the air to spare yet, hips pushing into the touch. Being choked had just made him more turned on, and the touch already feels almost painful.
And it's making it impossible to catch his breath. he keeps blinking, trying to focus, legs sliding against the floor like he's barely aware that he's moving them. He reaches up to grab at the rope, but without his ability there's no way for him to break free, not like this, and it's all he can do to grab at it uselessly. It's overwhelming. He's close to passing out again. It barely takes a minute and then his hips are jerking forwards as he spills himself all over Dostoesky's hand.
It's so fast he barely had time to feel good, and he's whiting out, feeling distant from the whole situation. It's definitely not a satisfying orgasm in the end.]
[This is as Chuuya should be, always: struggling. For what and in what way doesn't really matter to Dazai, but struggle, Chuuya must. The guy has it far too easy, so damn satisfied with life in spite of everything.
Dazai really, genuinely hates that. Sometimes he's willing to let it be, but when Chuuya decides to make himself a pain in the ass to Dazai in particular, Dazai figures he deserves everything he gets as payback for his hubris. (That, truly, is the only hubris here.)
Since Chuuya is still struggling, he's clearly doing just fine, and Dazai lets that be his guideline for how much pressure to keep on that rope. He does offer a bit more breathing room once Chuuya comes, but once that happens, he doesn't see the point in dragging this out any further. Except of course for one reason: Fyodor hasn't had a whole lot of fun here, yet.]
Care to use him? You'll rarely find him this broken in.
[It's up to Fyodor, really: Dazai is happy enough to call it a night and hit the shower.]
[ a variety of scenarios run through his mind. how would it be to force the godling's mouth open and force him to swallow? perhaps he could use the cum in his hands to open chuuya open before sliding in, taking his pleasure that way. another thought: to come on that slack face, watching awareness seeping back in slowly.
he cannot.
dostoevsky is a creature who survives due to extreme caution and open shunning of humanity and intimacy. ultimately, post-orgasm he would be exhausted in the middle of double black and that is not a position he trusts; he doesn't trust the truce to last that long or for dazai not to see something he might use against him in future. after all, that had been fyodor's intention in instigating this entire situation but what he had seen had cracked something deep inside.
he wants this and he can't allow himself to want it.
slithering upwards, he presses that cum-stained hand against chuuya's face and neck, wiping it on chuuya's skin as he presses a mockingly chaste kiss against the side of dazai's mouth. ]
Not tonight, I'm tired, dearest husband. Next time, break him in again for us, yes?
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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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he's already bruised from that punch earlier.
fyodor moves even further back because he can see the rope and dazai and connect the dots of what may or may not be attempted.
(with some nostalgia he thinks this is not that entirely different from his own dynamic with gogol, except the intention of gogol to kill him are very much real and not just the result of misunderstandings and threats that won't be carried out to completion) ]
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And the thing is, Chuuya is trained for this sort of thing, too. He knows how to move to get out of a rope when it hasn't been tightened yet, how to force someone off him, make them lose their grip. He doesn't go for any of those techniques. Instead, he reaches forward to grab Dazai by the throat, squeezing tight but not tight enough to actually cut off his air.]
I always satisfy you when I actually feel like it.
[Dazai always gets his way in bed, but... irrelevant.]
Want to see who lasts the longest?
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So fine. If that's what Chuuya wants, that's what Chuuya can damn well get. Let's see who lasts the longest, indeed.
With an inhale instead of a proper reply, Dazai pulls the rope as tight as he can, twisting it around his hand in an attempt to keep from letting go when his oxygen levels start to drop.
Truly, they are just a long string of bad decisions.]
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his fantasy for this setting is rather different, he thinks of how he could both use crime and punishment fast enough to kill one, then stab the other while they're occupied like this. two birds, one stone. but he remains, sitting and watching, a fondness visible in his expression despite it being unknown to himself.
(but with some nostalgia he thinks that something like this might not be such a weakness as he first had assumed. if he were to call gogol and invite him to a soiree like this, just the two, who would leave the evening alive?
he is missing something here; just out of his reach.) ]
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Although Dazai definitely has the advantage here. Chuuya is stronger, but the rope more than makes up for that, wrapping all around his neck, cutting off blood flow as much as air. That's fine. He likes a challenge.
He's already a bit lightheaded, but he tries to squeeze tighter, put some of his weight into it.
(He's unlikely to win this one.)]
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And so it does. The rope is the only real advantage he has here, but it's enough. Not only does it conveniently circle all around Chuuya's neck, but if Dazai's pull on the rope should falter, as long as he keeps holding it, he has little to lose. Chuuya, meanwhile, needs to put in a lot more effort, in addition to reaching up.
Before long, they're both starting to slip, getting lightheaded and needing more oxygen than they can spare just for standing there, but thanks to the rope, Chuuya is the one to falter first, and Dazai, who's been watching like a hawk the whole time, immediately jumps on the opening. With Chuuya's grip slipping, Dazai makes his final move as low effort as possible, letting himself fall into a seated position behind Chuuya, Chuuya's back against his chest, still holding the rope more or less in place. It's going to chafe, but hey, Chuuya asked for this.
Sitting with Chuuya basically between his legs, still halfway strangling him, Dazai catches his breath, and finally turns his attention to Fyodor again.]
And? [His voice is a bit raspy from being strangled, but why acknowledge that?] Still don't want to play?
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but if he's to remain holy, should he really take a seat at this table? ]
It seemed impolite to interfere too much. [ but he shuffles on his hands and knees, taking a spot between chuuya's legs so the redhead is trapped between dazai and himself. this last round had been dazai's win but fyodor is sliding one hand, without gentle consideration beneath the waistband of chuuya's pants.
ah, what had he made chuuya do to dazai earlier? come as fast as possible, correct? well, that will be the rule then as his hand squeezes, hard and then begins to move.
utter hubris to think he can both participate and remain saintly. ]
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Until he starts to touch. Chuuya gasps, though he doesn't have the air to spare yet, hips pushing into the touch. Being choked had just made him more turned on, and the touch already feels almost painful.
And it's making it impossible to catch his breath. he keeps blinking, trying to focus, legs sliding against the floor like he's barely aware that he's moving them. He reaches up to grab at the rope, but without his ability there's no way for him to break free, not like this, and it's all he can do to grab at it uselessly. It's overwhelming. He's close to passing out again. It barely takes a minute and then his hips are jerking forwards as he spills himself all over Dostoesky's hand.
It's so fast he barely had time to feel good, and he's whiting out, feeling distant from the whole situation. It's definitely not a satisfying orgasm in the end.]
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Dazai really, genuinely hates that. Sometimes he's willing to let it be, but when Chuuya decides to make himself a pain in the ass to Dazai in particular, Dazai figures he deserves everything he gets as payback for his hubris. (That, truly, is the only hubris here.)
Since Chuuya is still struggling, he's clearly doing just fine, and Dazai lets that be his guideline for how much pressure to keep on that rope. He does offer a bit more breathing room once Chuuya comes, but once that happens, he doesn't see the point in dragging this out any further. Except of course for one reason: Fyodor hasn't had a whole lot of fun here, yet.]
Care to use him? You'll rarely find him this broken in.
[It's up to Fyodor, really: Dazai is happy enough to call it a night and hit the shower.]
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he cannot.
dostoevsky is a creature who survives due to extreme caution and open shunning of humanity and intimacy. ultimately, post-orgasm he would be exhausted in the middle of double black and that is not a position he trusts; he doesn't trust the truce to last that long or for dazai not to see something he might use against him in future. after all, that had been fyodor's intention in instigating this entire situation but what he had seen had cracked something deep inside.
he wants this and he can't allow himself to want it.
slithering upwards, he presses that cum-stained hand against chuuya's face and neck, wiping it on chuuya's skin as he presses a mockingly chaste kiss against the side of dazai's mouth. ]
Not tonight, I'm tired, dearest husband. Next time, break him in again for us, yes?