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[dressing]

[Dazai, of course, knows when Chuuya's birthday is. He celebrates in his own way--rigged wine bottles sent via crate, a watch that runs just slightly too slow, things like that. Underneath them, there's an actual gift that Chuuya might keep, if he wants to; the watch can be fixed, and it's a nice one (don't ask where Dazai got it), the wine is expensive as long as the trap isn't triggered (don't ask where he got that, either). This year, he's taken the liberty of breaking into Chuuya's apartment himself, bringing with him a decent bottle of wine that he's already had a few generous sips of. How many birthdays has Chuuya celebrated since Dazai has known him? Dazai had thought he'd be dead far before this one, but here he is.

He knows Chuuya will be home soon, lounges easily on his couch with his coat draped over the back of it. He's not going to hide and jump out of the cupboard this time; Dazai is too old for childish tricks like that. At least, today. Ah, youth; he remembers giving Chuuya an exploding pen one year, back when they were still in the mafia together. The ink never came out of that stupidly expensive shirt he was wearing.

The lights are off, because this is a surprise, right? (Not really, Chuuya will know immediately.) So he sit in the almost-dark, takes another drink from the bottle of wine. Dazai has never understood the difference between cheap wine and expensive wine, figuring that whatever gets you drunk the fastest must be the best. Chuuya, on the other hand, will appreciate it. Or so he says. Dazai still isn't sure it's not all an act to pretend he's more cultured and less of an idiot than he actually is.

But honestly? Waiting is kind of boring. He needs something to do, and there's still most of the bottle left.]

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[dressing]

[There's a snort, because even if Dazai is in a good mood, that doesn't mean he's intending on going easy on Chuuya. That would just be weird, wouldn't it? Although, Dazai might (will) let Chuuya pick at least one thing; it's just that making it an easy transaction isn't something he's accustomed to doing. And admitting to doing something solely because Chuuya wants it? Never.]

Ah, is that how birthdays work? Sorry, I was unaware.

[Their foreheads touch; Dazai's hand splays over Chuuya's lower back. This is a far cry from the way they usually make this a fight, but Dazai uses the excuse of being drunk.]

In other words, no.

[indensity]

[Chuuya is too relaxed to be annoyed. He should be, really. He'll blame being drunk, too, because he shouldn't submit this easily, but something about Dazai's tone sends a thrill through him, and he finds himself closing his eyes, resisting the urge to whine. Dazai's not in charge. He shouldn't get the final say --]

It's not like I was gonna suggest something you'd hate.

[They both know Dazai is in charge. Chuuya wants it like this, unfortunately.]

It's just one thing, Dazai.

[dressing]

[Dazai is always in charge. He knows it, and deep down Chuuya knows it, too. It's not that Chuuya couldn't resist him, and Dazai knows that, too. If it came to a fight, Dazai has nothing on Chuuya's physical abilities, even if he can cancel out the supernatural ones, and while Dazai is smarter (obviously), Chuuya's fighting far outpaces his own. Not that he's ever minded. It makes Chuuya a good attack dog.]

What I hate is the simple fact that it's you suggesting something.

[But... Dazai might relent. He's drunk, and he's not here to antagonize Chuuya--much. And it is his birthday.]

I'll allow you to suggest it, but I'm going to say no if I hate it.

[indensity]

[If pushed, if given absolutely no choice, then Chuuya might admit that when they're like this, he wants Dazai to be in charge. He wants to surrender that control to him. Obviously not outside of sex, though, he'd never trust the bastard (he trusts him with his life), but being fucked by him is different. His objections then are really just for show.

And because the struggle adds to the thrill.]

If you can handle it, you should tie me up. And make sure to at least bruise me.

[Though apparently he won't struggle this time. It's his birthday, he deserves to just feel good, right? And Dazai won't mind that he asked for two things instead of one, right?]

[dressing]

[Dazai's brows raise, his expressions shifting easily under the warmth of the alcohol. He wasn't really expecting that sort of request, mostly because it's something he actually enjoys doing, and Chuuya knows it. They pretend he doesn't; he'll struggle, and Dazai will tease, but the both of them are aware that Chuuya doesn't permit things he doesn't want. Even with Dazai's ability nullifying his own, there's a good chance for him to break out of being bound, or at least struggling too much for Dazai to manage it in the first place.]

That's two things you're asking for.

[Of course he calls Chuuya out on it. Still, when it's phrased in terms of something he can or can't handle... Dazai usually takes the bait, when it comes to Chuuya.]

I can handle it. Are you sure you can? You're already drunk, it's not going to be difficult to tie you up.

[indensity]

[Chuuya wouldn't normally admit to wanting it, especially when it puts him at such a huge disadvantage, but... They've already done it few times, Dazai has already figured out what he's into anyway, and besides, it's his birthday. He wants attention, he wants to be spoiled, which he won't get from Dazai, but he can have this. He can have Dazai focused completely on him, doing all the work.

And he's too drunk, and his mood is too good for him to want a fight, even a fake one.]

Of course I can handle it. I wouldn't ask for it otherwise.

[A little defensive. He'll definitely complain once he's tied up and Dazai starts teasing him, though.]

So you'll do both?

[dressing]

[Dazai isn't going to admit to coming here specifically to do anything nice for Chuuya. He's even drank half the wine he brought to avoid any incorrect assumptions. But they're both more or less drunk--Chuuya probably more--and in good moods (?) and it is Chuuya's birthday. Not that Dazai cares. It's definitely not that Chuuya is cute when he's in a mood like this.]

If I do both, you're not allowed to ask for anything from me ever again.

[Another bluff. They'll do this again next year, probably, and even before that. Sometimes, Dazai is in a good mood; sometimes, he's willing to bend to what Chuuya wants, particularly when he's plied with alcohol, and when Chuuya is being so blunt about wanting it.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya just raises his eyebrows.]

I'll ask as much as I want.

[And Dazai can say no every time if he wants. For some reason that's how they've ended up doing this, with Dazai always in control and always having the final say on what they do, but if Chuuya was going to be honest (he won't be), he'd have to admit that he likes it that way. For some reason.

For now, though, he's going to lean in for a quick kiss.]

But I won't try to resist you at all.

[dressing]

[The kiss is annoying. It's always annoying, intimacy that Dazai has gotten too used to, which is frustrating in itself. He's never been a kissing sort of guy, but when Chuuya does it, he wants to chase, wants to prove that he's not bothered, but in doing so maybe he's gotten a bit too unbothered about it.

But tonight, it's fine. Annoying, yes, but he's drunk enough that he's not going to argue about it. In fact, he's going to reach up and tangle his fingers in the back of Chuuya's hair, pull hard. Not as a punishment, but because he knows Chuuya likes it.]

Is that a promise? Not at all?

[Dazai's grin, for once, isn't malicious. A challenge, at the most. He's already decided to be nice to Chuuya tonight, even though he's not going to outright admit that.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya lets out a short grunt at the sudden pull to his hair, head tilting back instinctively. It hurts, and he does like it, likes the way Dazai uses it to control his head. It does mean that he can't lean in to kiss him again, but he's okay with that surrender.

He wants to surrender.]

Promise.

[And he'll keep it. He knows he should add some conditions to that promise, because Dazai loves testing his limits, but... this time he won't. He can't back down from a challenge, not when Dazai is looking at him like that.]

[dressing]

[The alcohol helps for sure; it makes Dazai less likely to turn things into an argument, though he's still going to antagonize Chuuya as he sees fit. He likes keeping him on a short leash, so to speak--though leashes are a very good idea that he'll have to remember for later.

And he'd known it, that Chuuya would promise. That he means it when he does. If Chuuya was planning to resist at all, he'd be blunt about it; he'd never give Dazai his way like this, so he must really be in the mood. Good, because Dazai is, too.]

Fine. I'm holding you to that promise. You'll do well not to break it.

[He tugs at Chuuya's hair a bit, just because Dazai knows he likes it.]

[indensity]

[Dazai is obviously going to be rough. Chuuya bites the inside of his cheek, feels his scalp tingling. Just the way he wants it.]

And if I break it?

[He's not going to break it, they both know that. But maybe he likes the idea of Dazai holding some threat over his head. Dazai's always an asshole when they fuck anyway, and he definitely doesn't need the encouragement, but Chuuya has never been one to back down from a little risk. The thrill of it is too tempting.]

Not much you can do then, right?

[dressing]

[Dazai likes being rough, and he knows Chuuya can handle it. They've always been like this, even before whatever this is started, and it feels slightly better than the nothingness Dazai usually moves through. He doesn't hate it. Mostly.]

If you break it, I'm not letting you come for a month.

[It could be a lie, or it could be the truth. Dazai always teeters between overwhelming Chuuya with too many orgasms, or making him suffer through none. It's honestly a fine line, both with their merits, but at the end of the day it's always about making Chuuya suffer.]

There's always something I can do. Haven't you learned that yet?

[indensity]

[Chuuya's breath catches at that threat. He wants to argue. He wants to point out that he can still come when Dazai isn't around, he can still sleep with someone else, but... But he won't. And Dazai fucking knows he won't. It takes him a few seconds before his brain kicks back in so he can respond.]

Fine.

[Oh, Dazai's a bastard. An actual bastard. Chuuya shouldn't agree to that. He really isn't planning to break his promise, but...]

Don't think I'll let you make threats like that every time.

[He just wants this more now.]

[dressing]

[Oh, but Chuuya does let Dazai make threats like this every time. Or Dazai does it anyway. Either way, it's something frequent enough that Dazai waves the comment aside, a pleased smile on his face. Yes, he really is in a good mood--tying Chuuya up and leaving bruises shouldn't be a problem. He's already thinking about how he should do it.]

It's a deal, then. Where do you want to do it? Right here on the sofa? I know you paid far too much for this thing, so I really wouldn't mind getting it dirty.

[Dazai relaxes his grip on Chuuya's hair, cards his fingers through it like he's being kind. Which is an absolute lie; Dazai is never kind to Chuuya. Not ever. He'd rather die. What he's doing now is simply a transaction, and he's going to get plenty of enjoyment out of it. That's all.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya's scalp goes from tingling to sending shivers down his spine when Dazai starts stroking his hair. It makes him want to melt a little. He can feel a part of himself give in even more, as if he wasn't already going to let Dazai have his way. He tilts his head into the touch.

That bastard knows too many of his weaknesses.]

Just tell me where you want me.

[If that means ruining his couch, so be it. He'll buy a new one. The bed would be more comfortable, and probably easier to tie him to, but Dazai is already giving Chuuya what he wants. And Chuuya did promise not to resist.]

Depends on how you want me, right?

[dressing]

[Oh, Chuuya really is being indulgent, isn't he? Or is it needy? Probably needy. Dazai prefers that over the idea of him being indulged by Chuuya.]

As much as I'd like to ruin your couch, we can do that later.

[It's hard to tie someone to a couch. Chuuya's bed has seen plenty of use when it comes to that sort of thing, so.]

Ah- It depends on how I want you? Weren't you the one asking for this, which would imply you doing the wanting?

[Tsk tsk. Dazai never wants Chuuya.]

What sort of sheets are on your bed today?

[indensity]

[Maybe both. Maybe he just doesn't want to think anymore, because if he does, he'll realize this is a bad idea. But he's always known this is a bad idea, and they're still doing it.]

What you want to do to me, then. What position you decide I should be in.

[He doesn't care about semantics. And he doesn't want to argue about want when Dazai's the one who was waiting for him here with a bottle of wine, even if he did start drinking the wine while he waited.]

Egyptian cotton. Why?

[dressing]

[Dazai likes it when Chuuya realizes it's a bad idea and does it anyway. Then he can click his tongue and ask Chuuya what he was thinking, knowing exactly what the answer is. Sex, of course. It's always sex.

So far, Chuuya is saying all the right things, and Dazai is in a decent (?) mood, so perhaps he won't tease as much as he usually does. (Oh, he absolutely will.)]

I'd like to make sure I ruin your nice sheets when I fuck you.

[indensity]

All my sheets are nice.

[Why would he buy himself anything other than expensive sheets, after all. He doesn't sleep as much as he should, but when he does, he's going to make sure it's comfortable.]

You can sleep in the wet spot.

[He says it, and then slides a hand up to wrap around Dazai's throat, tightening it, just for a second. Just long enough to kiss Dazai while he can't actually say anything back, his last act of rebellion (it doesn't count as resisting), before he pulls back and stands up. Becaue if they're doing it, he might as well move to the bedroom and start stripping.]

[dressing]

[Chuuya's hand around his throat is a familiar feeling; Dazai doesn't even flinch, knows that it's just foreplay--disappointing, to be honest--and that if Chuuya wanted to snap his neck, he would have done so years ago. And what an easy way that would have been to die, eh?]

I'm not sleeping in the wet spot. You can sleep on the floor like a dog.

[Dazai stands, too, stretches his arms over his head. His lips tingle from the kiss, but Dazai never lets himself think about that for too long.]

[indensity]

[Dazai knows where Chuuya keeps hit toys, even the ones Chuuya tried to hide from him, so Chuuya doesn't bother to help him with that. He can find the rope and whatever else he needs, pick the color, because he never likes letting Chuuya have even a single say. And Chuuya has already asked for a lot.

So instead he simply strips off all his clothes and folds them, knowing that anything that's left on stands the risk of being cut off by Dazai if he's too lazy to deal with buttons. Which he always is.]

It's my bed.

[And if he's wearing lingerie instead of boxers today, maybe he was hoping to get laid. It's telling that he went home after the party, instead of to a club or another bar. He'll leave those on, though, for now. Just those, and his collar.]

[dressing]

[Oh, Dazai knows where everything is. He's been here often enough, but even without that, he has an uncanny ability to remember the location of things. So he sweeps into the room, humming to himself--it's the tune of some game they'd played in an arcade ages ago--and ends in front of the nightstand.]

It's your bed, sure. And yet, you're inviting me into it. Isn't it only right that you allow a guest to sleep in comfort? Or are you really such a poor host, Chuuya?

[The ropes are in here, in the bottom drawer. Dazai pops it open, rummages around inside. He's not looking at Chuuya just yet, but when his hands close around the rope and he turns to look-]

Oh. I see.

[He's seen Chuuya in lingerie before, of course, but still. It's always amusing when it's unexpected.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya isn't shy. He knows he looks good like this, he knows fucking him like this turns Dazai on, but there's still something about that almost dismissive tone that always gets to Chuuya. Dazai doesn't even think it's anything to be embarrassed by, wouldn't care if it was anyone but Chuuya... But since it is Chuuya, of course he'll be a dick.

And maybe Chuuya shouldn't be letting Dazai know how much he actually wants him. Maybe the lingerie gives away too much.

But he refuses to let any embarrassment show, just gives Dazai an unimpressed look.]

I'm only a bad host to shitty guests.

[Not gonna acknowledge Dazai's reaction to what he's wearing at all.]

[dressing]

[Oh, the lingerie gives away plenty. Dazai has to fight down a smug grin, unravelling the neatly-looped rope in his hands.]

Do you let shitty guests fuck you as well? Do you dress up for them?

[He pulls a length of the rope taught between his hands, waiting for Chuuya to get on the bed.]