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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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[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.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya can take a hint. He gets on the bed, watching Dazai for instructions, letting Dazai guide him into whatever position he wants. It's difficult not to feel some adrenaline building, when Dazai is the only person who can actually restrain Chuuya and keep him trapped. And he never knows what Dazai might do.]

It wasn't for you.

[It was. He hadn't known Dazai would be here, but he'd been planning to text him. He might have let someone else fuck him if Dazai hadn't responded... Or at least it's better to pretend he would have.]

[dressing]

[Today, he wants Chuuya on his back. Dazai wants to see his face, so he motions Chuuya to stay there, leaning over to knot some of the rope to the headboard.]

Hmm? Oh, pardon, were you expecting someone else to fuck you tonight? Maybe I ought to go.

[He won’t. Or he might, but he’ll at least work Chuuya up first.]

[indensity]

[Dazai putting him on his back is never a good sign... Then again, no position is ever really a good sign. No matter what, Dazai wants to humiliate him. Chuuya doesn't reisist though. He promised not to, and he wouldn't anyway, not when he wants this as much as he does.]

Asshole. [Don't make him admit that it was for Dazai.] Stay.

[dressing]

Ah, it's disgusting when you ask that of me.

[Not disgusting enough for him to leave. Dazai motions for Chuuya to lift his arm.]

Hearing you tell me to stay, I'm almost tempted to leave you here like this.

[indensity]

Shut up. When did I ask you to?

[He lifts his arm, even as he's giving Dazai a warning glare. He doubts he'll leave at this point, but just in case.]

The second you let go of me, I can get free of the restraints. And I'd kick your ass.

[Would that count as breaking his promise not to resist? He's not sure. He's not sure he cares.]

[dressing]

[Of course he can. Dazai knows this.]

Alright then, go on! Break them. Have fun spending your night alone.

[Dazai continues what he's doing, because they both know Chuuya isn't going to break free, nor is he going to kick Dazai's ass. Not this time. He's already willingly put himself here.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya glares a bit harder, because he doesn't appreciate being called out. Of course he's not going to break free now. Of course he's not going to break his own promise, either. He stays still, let's Dazai do what he wants.]

Or you could do it a bit tighter.

[Not that it makes a difference. But it's a way to change the subject away from Chuuya continuing to admit that he wants this, which he's already admitted enough.]

[dressing]

[Now that, Dazai can oblige. But simply obliging isn't something Dazai will ever do for Chuuya, if he can avoid it.

So this time, when he tightens it, it really is tight, enough that it'll burn, enough that it'll leave a mark.]

[indensity]

[Chuuya winces when he feels how tight it is. He shifts, squirms a little to test how tight it really is, and he feels the rope drag across his skin. At least the rope is soft, treated to be safe to use for bondage, but that doesn't help if it's tight enough to cut off circulation. At least Chuuya can take a lot more than the average person.

And Dazai knows exactly how much he can take.]

That's not what I meant and you know it.

[Wasn't it? He wanted bruises, and if Dazai breaks skin that's even better.]