yokai au

[dressing]

[ Honestly, it's a pain. Yes, Dazai lives in squalor - his home a rundown mess - but he made it that way. If he's the one making the mess, it's fine; if it's some foolish rampaging oni, then he has a problem with it. Ah, all his empty bottles, broken... and his bed (which he only sleeps on sometimes, but that's beside the point) is completely ruined. At least he's taken care of the oni for the moment, but when he wakes up, they are going to have a thing or two to discuss.

How dare he! Does he not know who Dazai is? It was easy enough for him to seal the curse, not out of pity or a willingness to help, but because leaving it be would just end up causing more of a mess for him to deal with.

Maybe this will finally get him to clean up the place.

...

Ah, what a funny joke. Dazai sighs, kicks at one of the broken bedposts. ]

And how will you make up for this, hm?

[ He's talking to himself, which is not unusual; the oni has been out cold for who knows how long. Dazai doesn't particularly care, but dragging the body out of his home is too much effort. He'll just have to wait, give the man a piece of his mind, and demand compensation. ]

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[indensity]

No? Can't take it?

[He can't help watching the blood for a few moments. It looks good, he thinks. He shouldn't let it distract him, though, and why not give this bastard what he wants. He'll get both hands back on his neck, tightening his grip slowly until he's cutting off his air... and after holding it for a few moments, slowly releasing it again.

But he's not letting go completely.]

I'm always up to playing with someone who can take it.

[dressing]

[ Oh. Hm! This isn't bad at all. Dazai absolutely has been choked before - both in a sexy and a not-so-sexy way, so he knows there's merit to it. He likes the way it makes his vision fuzz slightly, and everything go vaguely muted. ]

Coward. You could kill me right now, and you won't? Tsk.

[ He speaks when those hands loosen enough for him to do so. ]

[indensity]

[Ugh. It's a tempting offer. He could kill this guy, get rid of him, shut him up for good, but --]

I obviously can't. Not while your damn seal is the only thing holding back this curse.

[But that doesn't mean he can't keep choking him. He cuts off his air again before he can reply, holding it for longer this time. He wants him gasping.]

But I'll find a way to break this curse, and then I'll take care of you.

[dressing]

[ Uh huh, uh huh. It's Dazai's amazing ability to seal the curse that is saving this asshole's skin. He looks visibly smug, even with the whole choking thing, even as he gasps for air and chokes out a laugh.

It's hard to talk, but Dazai has never been able to shut up. It's one of his... well. Definitely not flaws, because he has none of those. ]

Take care of me? I can't wait.

[indensity]

[Chuuya tightens his grip even more just to cut off those words, and especially that laugh. He really shouldn't have taken the bait to start with, but he's never been one to turn down that kind of direct challenge. And the bastard deserves to get his ass kicked all the way into next week.

He lets go.]

Yeah, but I won't be taking care of you like this. If you're into being on your back, I think I'll leave you with blue balls. Find a way that's more fun for me.

[He's still sitting on him, though. Doesn't feel like letting him get up.]

[dressing]

[ This is clearly a man who is easily baited, which is... almost delightful, if the circumstances were less annoying. Dazai is still mourning his bed.

He's not surprised when his neck is released. He's already got this guy's number; there's no way he'd have the balls to do it. ]

Oh, so what you're telling me is that you prefer being the one on your back. Is that it?

[ Dazai wiggles his hips. ]

[indensity]

[Immediately Chuuya presses down to pin the bastard's hips in place. He scowls, grabbing onto his shoulders instead to avoid giving him any more freedom.]

When the hell did I say that?

[It's true, but this guy doesn't need to know that. It's almost a shame, because blowing off some steam would be good right now, he's frustrated from everything, from the curse, and it's making his entire body tense. He needs to let it all go for a bit - on his own terms.]

As if someone like you could ever earn the right anyway.

[dressing]

[ Instead of being annoyed, Dazai finds that he's sort of enjoying himself. Like a silly game. Playing with your food, if you will. ]

Earning the right? What are you, a princess?

[ Childish banter, but Dazai has long since given up having any shame. He'll fight dirty; he'll say the most annoying things if he knows it's getting under his opponent's skin. And thankfully... this guy seems to be pretty susceptible to obnoxious teasing. ]

[indensity]

[It's definitely getting to him. He'll blame it on being tired, and on the fact that technically he owes this guy, which is pissing him off. He doesn't want to be grateful when they're giving each other shit.]

Like hell I am. But I'm damn good, so why would I waste my time on someone less impressive.

[That came out sounding more like a challenge than he meant it to. He pulls back a bit from pinning Dazai down, looking frustrated.]

[dressing]

[ Dazai's eyebrow lifts. He pushes himself up a bit with the opportunity Chuuya's given him. ]

Less impressive? You clearly have no idea who I am.

[ Normally, someone like Dazai - older than he can count, and with all the spiritual power that comes along with age - would be incredibly offended by such a slight. But Dazai only cares about that sort of thing when it benefits him. ]

I'll give you two options.

[indensity]

[Chuuya should shove him back down again. He doesn't. Or he could get off him completely, put some distance between them, but that would make it seem like he's running away. And he's not. That doesn't mean he's at all interested.]

And what options are those?

[He shouldn't entertain it at all, but this is starting to feel too much like a challenge. And now that he's looking, he kind of has to admit that this bastard is good looking, too, which just pisses Chuuya off more. He could at least have the decency to be ugly instead of actually somewhat tempting.]

[dressing]

[ the options aren’t really options at all. they both lead to the same thing, and dazai has a very distinct feeling it’s absolutely going to piss this guy off.

which is why it’s fun, of course. ]

You can kill me, or I can fuck you.

[ dazai will present chuuya with a choice that really only has one answer. if he kills dazai — likely impossible — then he’ll rampage again. nothing will keep that curse in check. ]

[indensity]

[It's definitely pissing him off. It's the arrogance that gets to him most of all. The smugness. No matter how Dazai presents it, Chuuya could just take the secret third option and ignore him, but that look on his face says he knows Chuuya isn't going to do that. Chuuya wants to punch him.]

I already said you have to earn it.

[Instead of punching he leans in to bite his lip, the closest thing to a kiss he's willing to let this bastard have. He's going to make him bleed.]

I'll give you five minutes. After that I'm kicking you off and to the floor.

[If he's so confident, he should be able to find a way to prevent that, right?]

[dressing]

[Of course Dazai knows Chuuya won’t take that third option. He’s easy to read, the kind of person who can’t turn down a challenge to his pride.

Instead of making him angry, the bite — almost-kiss — makes Dazai laugh. He does it as obnoxiously as possible.]

Five minutes? Are you really that easy?

[indensity]

[Chuuya shoves Dazai down again at that laugh, hoping the force of it will shut him up, at least for a moment.]

I'm definitely not that easy! But I have a feeling you'll be too boring to bother continuing after that point.

[He shouldn't even start, really. Dazai is definitely the type to be smug about it no matter what happens after this. But he can't really let it go, either. Not with all this pent of energy and frustration. He needs a fight, or he needs to fuck, and a fight isn't an option.

Or it's mostly not an option. He pushes Dazai's clothes up so he can drag his claws across his stomach.]

And you're wasting time. If I have to kick you off, you're not getting the bed back.

[dressing]

[ truthfully, it’s been a while since dazai had a good fuck. how long? a year? a decade? it’s really hard to measure time when you’re as old as he is. suffice it to say, he’s more than pleased with this development. it might even be worth a broken bed.

but he’s also a bastard. ]

Oh…? My, my, if you wanted me to fuck you that badly, you could have just said so.

[ he leans in close, and noses at the side of chuuya’s neck. ]

But now we don’t even have a bed!

[indensity]

[Chuuya keeps trying to rile him up and it keeps not having any effect at all. It's frustrating, he's pushing and he's getting nothing back. On the other hand, it would be disappointing if it did work. He's not interested in someone who'll just let Chuuya push them around. That's boring. That's too easy. People like that are everywhere.

That doesn't make him want to punch this guy any less.]

There's a mattress. Or are you too spoiled to handle anything but the softest bed with the finest linens?

[He turns his head, nips at his jaw.]

[dressing]

[Dazai snorts. There's a hint of genuine interest when he feels teeth at his jaw, and Dazai decides...yes, he actually does want to fuck this asshole. It's only fair, right?]

Oh, that was meant to be for your benefit. After all, you're the one on your back.

[Shifting, Dazai fits himself between Chuuya's legs.]

Hm... Have you always been this short?

[indensity]

Well, thank you for that consideration.

[He adds as much sarcasm as possible into that sentence. The idea of this guy doing anything for his benefit is disgusting, not to mention insulting, or at least a distraction from better things they could be doing. He'll shift his legs apart for him.]

The hell's that supposed to mean? That doesn't even make sense!

[Ugh, maybe he should kick him in the face instead.]

[dressing]

I'm just thinking about the logistics of this.

[ He's not, he's just enjoying himself a little bit! This is the least Chuuya can endure for breaking the bed. (He'll definitely have to endure more.)

Resting a hand on Chuuya's thigh, Dazai lets it slide upward, towards the junction of his leg and hip. ]

You're surprisingly willing. Do you do this often?

[indensity]

You're just pushing your luck. I can still kick you off.

[But at least the guy is touching him now. His loose pants have come even looser, most likely from when he was rampaging, so all it takes is him reaching down and tugging on his belt, and they're ready to come off. That's about all the work he's willing to help out with, though.

He's more tempted to rip all Dazai's clothes off of him to see what he's hiding underneath.]

When I need to let off some steam. What, were you hoping it meant something that I'm letting you do this?

[dressing]

[Dazai certainly is not going to let his clothes be ripped off. He unceremoniously tugs down Chuuya's pants, and takes a look at what he's working with. Not that he has any interest in letting this asshole top him. He's trying to prove a point.

What that point is? It's negotiable.]

No, I just wanted to insult you.

[He drags a finger over Chuuya's cock, watching with an irritating nonchalance that hadn't been present when he'd been complaining about his bed.]

[indensity]

Yeah? You'll have to try harder.

[Not that he isn't annoyed, but that doesn't mean it's insulting. So what if he enjoys getting fucked.

And the insults definitely don't seem to be turning Chuuya off, either. He's already getting hard, enough so that even that light touch makes his breath catch for a second. He bends his knees, pulling his legs up just slightly, momentarily distracted from his plans of destroying Dazai's clothes. But one of them has to get naked, and Chuuya can't - these bandages Dazai used as a seal have to stay, which he already decided he hates.]

Are you planning on taking those clothes off?

[dressing]

[ It's not really that embarrassing to enjoy getting fucked; Dazai likes sex, when he's in the mood to seek it out. He does, however, notice that Chuuya seems to enjoy his taunting - and he deserves it, for the mess he's made - so he's not going to stop. ]

Hmm?

[ A hand wraps itself around Chuuya's cock and strokes, setting a lazy pace that Dazai knows won't do much beyond rile him up. ]

Oh, you mean me? I don't know, maybe I've changed my mind. You seem far too into this for me to want to give it to you. I'm still mad, you know?

[ He's totally lying. Dazai stopped caring about the bed pretty quickly, but that doesn't mean he's going to let it go when he can use it as an excuse. ]

[indensity]

[The hand on his cock feels good, making Chuuya relax for a moment. But only for a moment. Dazai is right - it's nowhere near enough. He refuses to push his hips up into it in an attempt to get more.]

Trust me, I'm not into you. And I could piss you off more.

[He has a feeling this guy would only enjoy it if he tried. At the same time, he's not in the mood to hold himself back. He moves fast, lifting his leg up and then using it to push Dazai back.]

Would you prefer a fight? Winner gets to top?