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[dressing]

[As a human, Chuuya is insanely strong. As a vampire, without self-limits? Dazai can't even hope to outrun him, so he doesn't bother. They've fought before, and Dazai has lost plenty (not that he'd willingly admit it), but this is different. No amount of teasing is going to snap Chuuya out of it, and no amount of manipulation is going to get him to relent.

Is this how Dazai will end up dying? He'd laugh, but it feels pointless to gloat about it when Chuuya isn't aware enough to understand it.

Ah... he can't help himself.]

Is this how you end up falling, Chuuya? It's really quite pathetic; you've completely lost that humanity you craved so desperately, you know?

[As if saying the worst things he can think of might snap Chuuya out of it, even though Dazai is aware that's not how this works. Still... if it did, if Chuuya were to punch him in the face right now with that angry expression Dazai knows so well, he wouldn't be terribly mad about it.

Dying like this would absolutely suck, to be honest. It's not going to be painless at all. What a pity.]

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[indensity]

[Chuuya licks Dazai's blood off his fingers, pleased, shoves three of them into his own mouth at once just to make sure he gets every last drop. The more blood he gets, the warmer his body feels, the brighter his eyes turn, although there's still no humanity to see there at all.

Chuuya really would hate what he's become. He fought hard to prove his humanity, and now he's losing it completely. He's going against everything he believes in.

But it's not like the vampire cares. Spit-slick fingers grab Dazai's head, push it back uncomfortably so Chuuya can reach down and lick at his exposed throat. There's so much delicious blood still there. He can feel Dazai's pulse. His hips push down more insistently, grinding too roughly now, because how Dazai feels about all of this is irrelevant.]

[dressing]

[If Dazai were the sort of person to wear his emotions on his sleeve--something he most certainly is not--he might look disgusted. Ah, actually... that's just his face when he looks at Chuuya, isn't it? Seeing him shove his fingers in his mouth almost mimics things they've done before, considering how much Dazai likes to see Chuuya's mouth too full to talk, but in a weird, disconcerting way. He watches the lightness of Chuuya's eyes, but no matter how much warmer his body feels, it's not him, nor does it seem like him at all.

It's a pathetic imitation, and maybe that's what has Dazai so irritated. Chuuya has always been unfailingly human, and this? This isn't anywhere near that. It's not Chuuya; it's a thing that looks like him, and this was absolutely meant, at least in some part, to get under his skin.

He hates that it's working.

The strength is Chuuya's. Dazai has never been able to contend with that, as much as he rarely admits it, but it's apparent when a familiar hand grabs his hand and pins it in place. He swallows under the warmth of Chuuya's mouth, around the sound that threatens to spill out at the feeling of Chuuya's hips grinding down.

With an annoyed noise, Dazai tries to free himself again.]