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Hey.

[ it isn't a real protest so much as a little indignant. there's something about the ridiculousness of the situation that's been building up and is starting to crest with the fact that there's a plastic egg in his ass now.

and he can fell it vibrate. there's a kind of deep discomfort to it, alien and unfamiliar and also he's too aware of the cord, it's almost irritating.

Dazai reaches back with a hand, groping for it ]

Now you're just doing this because it looks stupid.

[ which, he doesn't think Chuuya is but he does have to keep saying things. ]

[He isn't, but the accusation makes him aware of the fact that he is floundering a little bit, not entirely sure what to do with all of these things they go almost as a joke. He thought the egg would be a little less absurd than one of the larger ones but...

Of course, backing out now that Dazai's embarrassed him isn't really an option, so instead he turns the vibration up a couple of notches and slaps Dazai hard on his ass.]

Naughty.

[ well. That hit a nerve, he figures. Dazai laughs into the comforter, before lifting his head a little ]

It definitely stings more, in his body, except for certain hits. [ the ones that in his own are more directly over bone and he can feel them travel through his whole body. Those are missing, in his double’s. He does stop trying to grasp at the cord, the vibrations less irritating and more distracting. Though he is still stuck on the idea of it, the cord hanging out.

Is he embarrassed by it? There’s only Chuuya here. ]

What kinds of hits?

[Chuuya asks almost absently, but then carries on as he reaches back for the crop, strikes Dazai just behind the knee]

--That's the obvious question, I guess. So are you just imagining me talking?

[he takes a step back, getting some room so he can have a good swing, the crop has the softest touch of the toys, but he can be most precise with it. He likes the paddle but if he hits Dazai with that at good strength a few times, he'll be all purple and they'll be done. So he uses the crop a wide, hard swing to catch one asscheek, then getting him on the other with the back hand.]

[ the first hit he expected, even though it still sends a jolt through him. He’s already sensitive, the earlier game and now this and while the cord of the vibrator is still on his mind the insistent feel of it’s humming is creeping up on him as well. His knee bends in response as well, knocking against the bed and is slow to straighten. Not from pain but a kind of reluctance. He doesn’t need to not just be collapsed on the bed, and that does appeal to him in a way. But even sill, he’d rather not yet.

The second catches him more off guard, as does the third. ]

If I asked you, if you like it this way better you’ll give me some kind of stupid sounding answer. It isn’t as though I don’t trust you but even you have to admit it’s a bit ridiculous. To prefer me as I usually am.

[ he doesn’t want to say that, but it kind of came out anyway. There’s a noticeable pause as he tries to find something else to say ]

I don’t want to hear your response on that. [ anyway ] ... if supplies are delivered to this city there has to be an in and out and if they’re not then where do they come from.

[There's a pause, after the statement that Dazai doesn't want an answer to, it brings up a memory, a line of thought really, that he hadn't let himself think about again in the last couple of days.

He swings again, harder than he meant to. Not because he's mad at Dazai just because his strength comes out sometimes when his brain is bothering him.]

...I don't like thinking of you as pathetic.

[He couldn't say he never had, he wouldn't lie about that even if Dazai could hear. He hits again.]

Since I'd have to be something even less, right...?

[There isn't any other way to see it, but there's nothing to be done, either.

He sort of doesn't notice the next several hits, some are softer, some are harder, but they are steady, even and not to fast, bruising Dazai's hips and thighs with each strike.]

[ Dazai groans at the harder blow, he can't hear Chuuya's response but he assumes it isn't great. He can't believe he let that slip. This time he does let himself collapse more on the bed, only barely propping himself up on his elbows. ]

You probably won't let it go so quickly, huh. It's fine. I can't hear your answer anyway. [ laughs, huffed, breathless between blows ]

This city doesn't run out of anything. There's another trick to it, of course. . .

[He hears Dazai's words, though they just catch at something in his chest, but he at least snaps out of it when Dazai goes back to saying nonsense.

Not that it matters, really. He doesn't stop. He won't stop this time. He promised to make Dazai stop and he feels a little like he reneged on that by thinking about his own issues, even though they aren't talking, somehow he invited this.

The sound of the crop cracking on Dazai's skin has an innate satisfaction, and his arm is starting to burn, but he wants to feel it even more. So he drops the crop onto the bed, next to Dazai, and takes over with his hands. It's not any more elegant. He's put certain rules on himself, so it's just more blunt pain, more bruises. The flat of his hand on back and thighs and ass. He doesn't use his full strength, that would break bones, but he hits as hard as he ever hits Dazai.]

[ Dazai works it out in his head, a little. The sequence of events when he feels Chuuya's hand. It's true, he does prefer the hand to any of the striking implements. Maybe because it feels intimate. He feels a little cheated, by how much his body (not his body?) reacts, how quickly he wants to give in and let the pain distract him. ]

Perhaps it's self-sustaining, or there's an underground. . . underground network.

[ stumbles over the worlds, regardless of what he wants, it seems that he's starting to lose track of his train of thought. Disappointing, really. ]

Dazai...

[He's not sure why, the name just slips out. He can't fuck him yet, but thinking about it prompts him to put a knee up against Dazai's ass, just over his balls, where he can grind against the vibrator inside of him with his weight while he slams another hard hit on his thigh.

He should be mixing it up more, soft blows then hard, get him off balance. But there's something tempting about just being merciless. They'll both get tired, but Dazai will tire first]

[ shit.

Dazai goes flat against the bed, very suddenly, with that added weight. The sound he makes is entirely undignified and it is distorted inside of his head. A little like a groan but also almost a squeal. The vibrations, when pushed against him more, feel more intense and even if it's small it's an unusual pressure.

For a moment his voice is lost and he claws a bit at the bed. ]

— and. . . so. . . it's odd that this city even exists. I was thinking about how there's always packaged lunches in the refrigerators as well. . . does that mean people come inside our apartments?

[Chuuya laughs, and reaches down to turn the vibration up. He wonders if Dazai even finds it arousing, but he can feel it in his knees, grind it into him, does that count as kind of like fucking? He's going to bruise Dazai's goddamn taint like this and that he finds arousing.]

That was a cute sound, but ah, you're really stubborn.

[He hits him, closed fist, slammed down onto his ribs. That's not a sexy hit, but it'll drive the wind out of Dazai, put him in the mattress, and that's kind of sexy, so he does it again.]

[ arousing is certainly a perspective rather than a stable definition. Dazai makes the same sound, though it gets cut off when he gets punched so it wheezes out at the end. He doesn't bother to try and push up or regain any kind of control over the movement of his body, especially not after he's punched again. It's a cough, or something similar that escapes him then and his right hand claws at the bed. ]

And — ah. . . the. . . [ he can't find the words, or the air ] Chuuya. . .

[Good that's what he wanted to hear, no more of the random prattle, just Dazai wheezing his name.]

You're mine.

[his hand fins the back of Dazai's neck, presses him against the mattress. His hand slips down Dazai's back, looking for a good hold, finds it under the curve of his hand, digs into the bruises to leave deeper ones just to demand more pain.]

[ gasps again, it feels a little like he's drowning, weirdly. maybe it's the lack of sound, the same way water can cover his ears. he agreed to keep talking but the only thing he can think of is to say: ]

Your hands — are definitely. . . better. . .

[ and he can't help but to rock down against the bed as well, the vibrator's insistence not to be ignored. ]

Ah...? I'll stick to those, then.

[They have more to do, and he's not done, but he's not satisfied to be at Dazai's back anymore. He pulls away and jerks Dazai off the bed, fist in his hair, turns him around and forces him to try to stand.]

[ it's difficult to orient himself, he immediately misses the bed beneath him. Dazai can't quite get his feet under him, he can get his left, but his right doesn't rotate enough because he doesn't turn his whole body. Both his hands finds' Chuuya's wrist though and use that to try and steady himself. Probably, too, the height difference doesn't help, so there's just an ache in his scalp. ]

— Chuuya. The variety is fine, though. . . don't start thinking. . . [ trails off. The bruising and welts on his back make it difficult to balance. Not to mention the constant thrumming in his ass. ]

Don't start thinking, huh...?

[It comes out a rough laugh. It's true, the height isn't good for this. But all he needs is for Dazai to be around his height, if he can barely stand, that's fine. Chuuya takes a step back, forces Dazai to have nothing to support him bu Chuuya's strength and whatever is left of Dazai's. Kisses him, doesn't bite because he's too busy just pressing mouths together.

He reaches out and pulls one of the plugs from Dazai's ear]

[ it's a struggle, to stay standing, and his knees buckle, leaving him at an awkward half-kneel kind of, he can feel his own grip barely holding but that really only adds to it. he returns the kiss, but it's sloppy and he really just wants to sink to the floor. especially with how his knees start shaking ]

. . .start thinking not to use them — [ the sound of his own voice startles him, as does the sound of his own breathing, suddenly louder and harsher than he expected ]

I got it.

[Chuuya replies, absently, dropping the plug and wrapping that arm around Dazai's waist before he can fall. He relaxes the hold in his hair a bit.]

Why are you trying to hold yourself up like that? Just lean on me.

[Chuuya's breathing is also louder than before, coming faster. He is pushing his body a bit, there's a reason he's always locked to his bed for at least a few days after using Tainted. His voice is soft and deep.]

[ it takes a moment to find the right answer, changing trains of thought is taking too long. but he also doesn't want to lean on Chuuya but when he feels that arm around his waist he does. ]

Be quiet.

[ it's a little sulky ]

Aren't you still messed up yourself.

[ and there's a shake in his voice, honestly he's not sure the vibrators were a good idea, it definitely pushes him faster than normal. Or maybe that's just his double's body. either way, he feels too warm and undone and they haven't even really properly fucked. ]

Not so much I can't hold up your scrawny ass.

[And he likes it, Dazai's weight on him, the trembling in the frame. Dazai is still far too coherent but a break would be fine, just to hold him. Chuuya mouths at his neck and runs hands down his back, he feels almost hot the to the touch.

Chuuya presses his fingers firmly into a spot above Dazai's ass that he's sure is blooming in a bruise about now.]

Tender...?

[ Dazai hisses slightly ]

He's . . . probably going to hate this.

[ but he almost sounds cheerful about it. He definitely feels newly sore, which makes sense and all. ]

Whatever.

[Chuuya says without an ounce of pity, his fingers keep idly roaming, digging in here or there. He finds the vibrator still buzzing away and finally presses his fingers in along side it, pinning it to Dazai's prostate.]

I had a fucking stab wound after he used my body.

[ Dazai would respond but he's too busy suddenly losing the ability to keep any weight on his own two feet and desperately grabbing at Chuuya. It's definitely definitely a mistake to get those vibrating ones. ]

Chuu — ya —

[ it kind of comes out more like a gasp than saying his name ]