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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[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?

[dressing]

[ Dazai laughs. Is he having fun??? Probably; this is the most interesting intruder he’s met in a long time. Annoying as hell, extremely rude, but not boring.

He pushes back. Dazai isn’t nearly as strong, but he’s used to winning in other ways. His hand moves up, fingers curling around Chuuya’s neck. Not to hurt, necessarily. Just for fun. ]

Absolutely not.

[indensity]

[That laugh is both obnoxious and somehow goes straight to his dick. It suggests that whatever this is, it's going to be a game, a challenge, and that's promising. Not as much as that hand around his neck, though. That's what makes his dick jump.

But a threat isn't enough for that effect to last very long.]

No? It sounds like fun to me.

[dressing]

[ Dazai's fingers squeeze a little harder; sharp nails dig into Chuuya's skin. He can feel the vibrations of a laugh under his palm. ]

Well, I can see one thing you find fun.

[ He's obviously enjoying this, the hand around his neck. Dazai can feel the increase in pulse and body temperature. Not to mention... well. ]

[indensity]

[Dazai's nails create sharp points of pain, not enough to break skin, but he has a feeling that they're sharp enough that they could. There's a threat that they could turn into claws. And it's a little bit harder to breathe now. His voice comes out a little bit strained.]

Depends if you can follow through.

[A threat has never been enough to impress him. He's heard too many empty threats from other people for that.]