[and he does. slowly. deliberately. he shifts to his knees, kneeling in front of chuuya head tilted just so. enough to meet chuuya with that half lidded gaze]
Please. Let me see. I'll be so good. Doesn't Chuuya want to know what I'll say when I get to see them?
[he ignores chuuya asking about the food. an eye for an eye or something right? ignoring the fact that chuuya already gave him some information already]
He's never seen or heard Dazai beg him for shit before. But every time he's heard it, it has happened when he was trying to buy time to manipulate a mark or some shit, so.
So. ]
Tell me about the food first.
[ He's fine, this is fine. He's scowling like he wasn't thrown, but Chuuya's body language has always been way more open than that of some people. ]
[it's instantaneous how dazai perks up. leaning into it like he's not on his knees begging to see his partner's weird teeth]
Mmm. Gojo [he says his name with a weird tone since chuuya got pissy last time and dazai thinks it's funny] said they mix the food around. It's what's making chibi all clingy. Never know what's going to make you cuddle, be honest, confessional...
[he scoots a little closer. his voice lowers a trace]
Anyways~~ I fulfilled my part of the bargain now too.
I already knew that part! [ Well, he...figured it out. He's not eating at the Valentia any longer, although honestly Chuuya hasn't had much the past few days as the fangs dropped.
Still, he's never been one to go back on his word. He rolls his eyes and opens his mouth for Dazai to be a - ]
[Dazai says lightly. Chuuya’s teeth definitely. Have some curve to them now. He stares for a moment, completely silent. There’s something in him that wants to reach out to touch, but he staves that off.
much like with everything else he’s been experiencing since he came to this place]
How do they feel?
[ignore the fact that Dazai is practically on his knees bracing himself on Chuuya’s lap right now]
Like teeth. [ Dazai is way too tall even like this. Chuuya scowls harder about it, even though he doesn't mention that. The old ones got pushed out and he doesn't say that part. The four fangs placed like some stereotype vampire. ]
[unconsciously, dazai's hand drags up to chuuya's jaw. his thumb drags along chuuya's lip. all for the sake of observation, right? he's fascinated, pulled in by something.
maybe it's those hot flashes of emptiness he's been stricken with. swallowing down. he barely eats those things they provide. he doesn't want to feel like he has to touch just to get by. but his body seems to be contorting into something desperate for it, near aching.
his thumb brushes against one of them, and dazai winces. a barely there thing, but he can feel the blood welling from his skin]
[ Not all the food is drugged at least. It's occasional. Making their own food or eating out gets around it, for now. The alcohol in the bar seems fine these days, although Chuuya knows some of it was drugged at one point.
He isn't willing to be sober in a place like this all the time, though.
Dazai touches him and Chuuya doesn't pull away or push him off. He wonders with Dazai's cold fingers on his jaw how much worse the imprint can get anyway. It's not like Dazai wasn't already lodged under his skin and bones long before they woke up here.
It's karmic the way it immediately gets worse as Dazai winces. Chuuya doesn't even register it so much as his mind blanks out. Instead of holding his mouth open with bad humored grace his lips close around Dazai's thumb as his tongue swipes at the blood and he sucks, giving in to an instinct that isn't remotely sexual. One of those things that's been building in the back of his head since four of his teeth came out and his fangs dropped.
It's just one drop. Two. It's not nearly enough, and Chuuya wants to bite down, and once that thought registers he instead jerks back entirely. ]
[Chuuya’s lips close around his finger and Dazai is gone.
his tongue traces Dazai’s finger and he makes a noise. A completely unflattering and broken noise. His heartbeat decides to grow a mind of its own and aches the way it slams into his ribs over and over again.
Chuuya is already backing off by the time Dazai lets a small, broken semblance of his partners name spill from his lips]
[ That didn't just happen. That did NOT just happen. Not the sucking on Dazai's thumb for a second, not Dazai making a sound that's absolutely going to haunt Chuuya for the rest of his life, not any of it. Chuuya does not want to rip at the bandages on Dazai's throat and bite there too. He couldn't get a good feel of the flavor of the blood from a few drops and
WHY IS HIS BRAIN. Thinking about it.
He kicks Dazai's knee out of a sense of sheer embarrassment. It's not as hard as Chuuya could kick Dazai because his kneecap doesn't shatter but. ]
Don't stick your dirty hands in other people's mouths.
[ It didn't happen it didn't happen it absolutely did not happen this is fully being filed away in the box of things Chuuya is not allowed to ever think about that he thinks about maybe too much but. He isn't ready to even begin to unpack this. It feels like holding a live grenade and they're just waiting for it to go off and kill them. ]
[it. Takes Dazai a minute. On the outside he’s just quiet, still. On the inside he’s shuddering, swallowing down something heavy. Arousal? The overwhelming desire to stick his finger back into Chuuya’s mouth or maybe something else—
Chuuya kicks him, and it hurts. More than the physical bit of it. Dazai winces a little.
[ Sparing with bandages. Right. Dazai probably doesn't have a job. Chuuya pinches the bridge of his nose, realizing that's probably not helping Dazai feel comfortable. ]
Just the roll I came here with. I've been using it on my neck mostly.
[the neck dazai wants chuuya to fucking bite, and do those types of ministrations on. did chuuya react to. dazai's blood? he wants to fucking snort. right after they got off scot free with a prison full of vampires, and chuuya is turning into one now. what a twist]
I'm managing! No need for Chuuya to worry.
[he's not actually. he's barely eating. he wants chuuya to shove his finger back in his mouth, he wants to be. something'd by just about anyone at this point. it feels almost insatiable. everything makes him want to run. but dazai just remains on the floor, fake smile-d as ever, and humming to chuuya like he hasn't a care in the world]
he doesn't move, just sits, ignoring the pain blossoming in his knee, trying to regain some semblance of control over his ever-fluttering heart. it's less so now that chuuya isn't sucking on his finger. but dazai tries to shove that behind the memory banks, something chuuya is obviously fine with pushing away as well.
so why does dazai care like it had never happened to begin with? he just. watches chuuya, staying like he was told]
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[ That = yeah. Though it's mostly his fangs that hurt. He doesn't actually remember ever getting in teeth because his memories kind of...yeah. So. ]
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[dazai sits up, looking at chuuya]
Can I see?
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How do most people get into Chuuya's mouth then? Do I have to beg?
[ugh. dazai shoots a glare at chuuya]
Have you heard about the food?
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[ He does not think Dazai will beg lmfao. When does either of them willingly beg the other! ]
And what about the food? Specify.
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Fine. I'll beg.
[and he does. slowly. deliberately. he shifts to his knees, kneeling in front of chuuya head tilted just so. enough to meet chuuya with that half lidded gaze]
Please. Let me see. I'll be so good. Doesn't Chuuya want to know what I'll say when I get to see them?
[he ignores chuuya asking about the food. an eye for an eye or something right? ignoring the fact that chuuya already gave him some information already]
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He's never seen or heard Dazai beg him for shit before. But every time he's heard it, it has happened when he was trying to buy time to manipulate a mark or some shit, so.
So. ]
Tell me about the food first.
[ He's fine, this is fine. He's scowling like he wasn't thrown, but Chuuya's body language has always been way more open than that of some people. ]
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Mmm. Gojo [he says his name with a weird tone since chuuya got pissy last time and dazai thinks it's funny] said they mix the food around. It's what's making chibi all clingy. Never know what's going to make you cuddle, be honest, confessional...
[he scoots a little closer. his voice lowers a trace]
Anyways~~ I fulfilled my part of the bargain now too.
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Still, he's never been one to go back on his word. He rolls his eyes and opens his mouth for Dazai to be a - ]
Creep.
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[Dazai says lightly. Chuuya’s teeth definitely. Have some curve to them now. He stares for a moment, completely silent. There’s something in him that wants to reach out to touch, but he staves that off.
much like with everything else he’s been experiencing since he came to this place]
How do they feel?
[ignore the fact that Dazai is practically on his knees bracing himself on Chuuya’s lap right now]
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[unconsciously, dazai's hand drags up to chuuya's jaw. his thumb drags along chuuya's lip. all for the sake of observation, right? he's fascinated, pulled in by something.
maybe it's those hot flashes of emptiness he's been stricken with. swallowing down. he barely eats those things they provide. he doesn't want to feel like he has to touch just to get by. but his body seems to be contorting into something desperate for it, near aching.
his thumb brushes against one of them, and dazai winces. a barely there thing, but he can feel the blood welling from his skin]
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He isn't willing to be sober in a place like this all the time, though.
Dazai touches him and Chuuya doesn't pull away or push him off. He wonders with Dazai's cold fingers on his jaw how much worse the imprint can get anyway. It's not like Dazai wasn't already lodged under his skin and bones long before they woke up here.
It's karmic the way it immediately gets worse as Dazai winces. Chuuya doesn't even register it so much as his mind blanks out. Instead of holding his mouth open with bad humored grace his lips close around Dazai's thumb as his tongue swipes at the blood and he sucks, giving in to an instinct that isn't remotely sexual. One of those things that's been building in the back of his head since four of his teeth came out and his fangs dropped.
It's just one drop. Two. It's not nearly enough, and Chuuya wants to bite down, and once that thought registers he instead jerks back entirely. ]
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his tongue traces Dazai’s finger and he makes a noise. A completely unflattering and broken noise. His heartbeat decides to grow a mind of its own and aches the way it slams into his ribs over and over again.
Chuuya is already backing off by the time Dazai lets a small, broken semblance of his partners name spill from his lips]
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WHY IS HIS BRAIN. Thinking about it.
He kicks Dazai's knee out of a sense of sheer embarrassment. It's not as hard as Chuuya could kick Dazai because his kneecap doesn't shatter but. ]
Don't stick your dirty hands in other people's mouths.
[ It didn't happen it didn't happen it absolutely did not happen this is fully being filed away in the box of things Chuuya is not allowed to ever think about that he thinks about maybe too much but. He isn't ready to even begin to unpack this. It feels like holding a live grenade and they're just waiting for it to go off and kill them. ]
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Chuuya kicks him, and it hurts. More than the physical bit of it. Dazai winces a little.
he licks his lips, pulling back a bit]
Okay. My apologies.
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Put a bandage on that.
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Of course. I do have to be a bit sparing with them now. So might need to find a bandaid instead. It’ll be fine.
[he claps his hands together]
Was that all Chuuya had for me tonight?
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Fucking - how much do you have right now?
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[the neck dazai wants chuuya to fucking bite, and do those types of ministrations on. did chuuya react to. dazai's blood? he wants to fucking snort. right after they got off scot free with a prison full of vampires, and chuuya is turning into one now. what a twist]
I'm managing! No need for Chuuya to worry.
[he's not actually. he's barely eating. he wants chuuya to shove his finger back in his mouth, he wants to be. something'd by just about anyone at this point. it feels almost insatiable. everything makes him want to run. but dazai just remains on the floor, fake smile-d as ever, and humming to chuuya like he hasn't a care in the world]
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[ Annoying annoying annoying as all hell. Chuuya slides off the bed to his feet and jabs a finger at Dazai. ]
Stay. I'll get you some. [ Unlike some people, he's been working frequently. ]
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why does chuuya care?
he doesn't move, just sits, ignoring the pain blossoming in his knee, trying to regain some semblance of control over his ever-fluttering heart. it's less so now that chuuya isn't sucking on his finger. but dazai tries to shove that behind the memory banks, something chuuya is obviously fine with pushing away as well.
so why does dazai care like it had never happened to begin with? he just. watches chuuya, staying like he was told]
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- and when did you last eat anything?
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Aaah, maybe two days ago? Those bars make me feel sleepy, so I avoid most of that stuff.
[he doesn't talk about how it makes him think of other things]
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[ No wonder Dazai has been so quiet. Chuuya growls, running a hand down his face. ]
I'm getting food while I'm out and you're gonna eat it, too.
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