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Dinner was coming to an end when Dazai had a suggestion.
“How about we try something new tonight?”
Chuuya rolled his eyes, not sure what he wanted to try this time. However, Sigma looked curious, like they were willing to try anything that he wanted to. Sighing, Chuuya asked what they were both thinking.
“What do you want to try?” He was exasperated and tried, but he was willing to spice his evening up if it sounded good.
Dazai adverted his gaze, before sheepishly responding, “I didn’t think that far ahead, I just thought that we could do something new.”
Both of them sighed, with Chuuya facepalming, “You just want an excuse to get fucked into the mattress, while mixing in something that might make us more willing to indulge you.”
“That’s not a no,” he hopefully said, looking to his partners like they could make all his wishes come true.
“I’ve always been curious about knife play,” Sigma mumbled, embarrassed.
That surprised both of them, but they quickly added, “I would want to be the one holding the knife.”
“I’m willing to try anything once, so it sounds good to me. Do you want to do anything, Chu~?” Dazai tried to tease, but he was far too excited to fully make it work.
“You always look better tied up and gagged because then dumb shit stops leaving your mouth,” Chuuya stated, seeming bored of the chaos from his boyfriend.
Laughing at the comment, he draped himself over his shoulders, “You like seeing me as a mess, unable to tell you anything besides how good I feel.”
Blushing, he shoved his hand into Dazai’s face, “Shut up, you still know your signals for when you want to stop.”
“Yup! So, whenever you’re ready, we can get started,” he practically ran off to the bedroom.
Chuuya and Sigma laughed to themselves, knowing that Dazai loved letting them fuck him senseless. They finished up their food and cleaned the plates before heading to the bedroom. Grabbing a knife from the locked bin by the front door that was filled with different weapons that Chuuya used for his job.
Sigma gripped it in their hand and found what was the most comfortable position to hold it. They were feeling excited, and adrenaline was flowing through them, the thought of Dazai laid out beneath them, and placing his life in their hands. Inside the bedroom, he was unwrapping his bandages, clothes already abandoned on the floor.
The sight of an almost completely naked Dazai was enough to have Sigma’s pants feeling much tighter. They knew he’d noticed them, as he turned to fully face them, sliding one hand down between his legs. Chuuya walked over and lightly pushed him onto the bed, moving his hand away before he could start touching himself.
“I guess I really do have to tie you up, if I don’t, who knows how quickly you’ll cum,” he teased, laying on top of Dazai and holding his hands above his head.
“You were going too slow, of course I had to do something,” Dazai was just as teasing, and he tried to rock their hips together.
Sigma handed Chuuya the rope, which was soft, but strong. Once tied up, Dazai had no chance of getting out on his own. Kissing him to shut him up, he took one hand and Sigma took the other, tying him to the bed posts. By the time his hands were tied, he was breathing heavily, and Chuuya was grinning down at him.
“Do be quiet, wouldn’t want to have to gag you so soon,” the dangerous, yet flirtatious whisper had Dazai clamming his thighs together for any friction he could get.
Sitting back, Sigma planned to just watch until Chuuya was done. He was the best at prep, and they loved watching him make Dazai into a moaning mess. They shimmied out of their pants while Chuuya started kissing down their boyfriend’s chest.
He started by kissing and sucking on Dazai’s neck, leaving small hickeys. Running his tongue and teeth over sensitive skin, hearing little whines and gasps as he tried to be a brat and act like he wasn’t incredibly turned on from everything Chuuya was doing. A string of hickeys and bites marks ran across his collarbone, and the sight had Sigma’s already hardening dick to ache with want.
Nipping at his nipples, Chuuya dragged a whiny moan from Dazai, who desperately was trying to rub himself against anything he could. Slick dripped onto the sheets from his arousal, and he kept trying to get friction on his clit. It was erect and lightly brushed the fabric of Chuuya’s pants when he lifted his hips off the bed.
“Patience, I’ll get there eventually. If you keep this up, I’ll go even slower,” Chuuya’s husky voice had him whining even more.
“Please, Chu! I need it, please,” Dazai begged, legs rubbing together.
Sharing a look with Chuuya, Sigma got up and grabbed the gag from their bondage drawer. When the fabric was seen, Dazai just whined, hating (but actually loving) the drawn out foreplay. They placed the fabric in his slightly opened mouth, and then tied it behind his head.
Smirking at the sight, Chuuya sat directly on top of Dazai’s clit, “If you weren’t such a whiny boy, we wouldn’t have to do this.”
He grinded down, hard. A muffled moan echoed through the room, and Chuuya kept rubbing his clothed vagina against the very sensitive clit beneath him. Sigma started stroking themself at the sight, letting little moans fall from their lips, and dragging Dazai’s attention from Chuuya to themself. His eyes followed each stroke, and it was obvious he wanted to touch.
“You want to touch? I guess I could let you, as long as you don’t try to touch yourself, or interfere with Chuuya,” Sigma was teasing, and holding the power they had over his actions as a tool for their own pleasure.
Nodding desperately, Sigma released one of his hands, and it was immediately on their dick. Grip gentle as he stroked them, moving down to fondle their balls as they watched. Dazai was talented with his hands, and his mouth, which they would have used, were he not gagged. But, he was more than happy to get them off while they waited for Chuuya.
Still sitting on Dazai, he was back to sucking hickeys everywhere he could see. Covering most of the bare chest beneath him with dark marks and bites. Chuuya knew his wetness could be felt through his pants as he kept grinding, but it made the movement more comfortable.
He didn’t want to draw Dazai’s attention back to himself yet, since he could see Sigma was enjoying their hand job from him. Keeping himself busy with working lower, he had to move to lay across Dazai, leaving hickeys on his stomach. Happily playing with the bit of fat, which always made him happy to see, since it meant that his boyfriend was healthy.
Chuuya knew Sigma was close from how their moans had picked up, and whines had started to fall from their lips. He couldn’t help but watch as Dazai stroked them a few more times, and they came all over his hand. Leaning back against the head of the bed to catch their breath.
“Aw, looks like our princess came,” he cooed at them. “I’ll make sure that you have a little break before round two.”
They laughed a bit at the pet name, and nodded, knowing that round two was when they would get to try out knife play with Dazai. Just the thought of their bratty boyfriend laid out beneath them, with small cuts from the knife had them excited. He’d be completely at their mercy, even though he did have an out if he needed it.
Chuuya got back to work, finally looking to Dazai’s soaked folds, and erect clit. Before he could get him off, he knew that his feet needed to be tied up, since Dazai had a habit of accidentally kicking them when he was close. Involuntary muscle spasms, which had nearly knocked out Sigma once when they were fucking Chuuya while he ate Dazai out.
It didn’t take much effort to tie his feet down, as he was more than happy to spread his legs. He’d be getting touched soon, and he wanted to make it as easy as possible so that Chuuya would hurry up. There was already a puddle of slick on their bed from how long he’d been waiting.
Not wasting any time once the ropes were secured, Chuuya laid between Dazai’s thighs. Tracing his folds with a light drag of a finger, watching the small twitches he received from the light stimulation. Knowing that he’d been keeping his boyfriend waiting, Chuuya didn’t hesitate to place his mouth around Dazai’s clit.
The feeling of warm, moist walls surrounding it made him moan. Chuuya sucked softly, not wanting to push Dazai to an orgasm too fast, instead happy to lap at his t-dick. Eventually, it wasn’t enough stimulation anymore, and Dazai pushed his hips up, whining. Getting the message, Chuuya sucked hard, then released and ran his tongue through the wet folds below.
Going back and forth between the two, but still putting most of his focus on the small dick in front of him. One of his hands slid in to join his mouth in the endeavour of prepping Dazai. Two fingers slipping into the wet hole, and brushing against the most pleasureful spot.
Muffled moans and whines were all he could hear as he continued to rub the inner walls of Dazai’s vagina and suck his clit. Feeling him clench down on the fingers inside, he carefully pushed a third finger in. Working him further open, and stretching him out for what was to come.
A few more minutes passed, with Chuuya adding a fourth finger, and sticking to what he was doing. When the light clenching got stronger, and he knew Dazai was close. Pushing against the inside of his vagina, and lightly rubbing, while bobbing his head of the dick in his mouth brought him to a strong orgasm.
Walls spasming around his fingers, while his legs jolted, and moved against their restraints. His body lifted off the bed slightly as he couldn’t hold himself still during such extreme pleasure. He barely processed Chuuya pulling his fingers out and getting up, mind fuzzy after an orgasm.
“You good to continue?” Chuuya asked, running his fingers through fluffy brown hair.
It took a moment for Dazai to process the question and nod. Giving his hand sign for all good, which made Chuuya feel that after a small break, he’d be good for the next round. Although, he was sure that even if Dazai had needed to tap out, he still could have gotten Sigma off by riding them.
Their partner had gotten hard again watching Chuuya turn Dazai into a moaning mess. They had barely held off on touching themself, only managing with the thought of wrecking Dazai and making just as much of a mess of him as Chuuya had.
“He’s almost cute when he’s like this,” Chuuya muttered to them, glad that Dazai wasn’t trying to be annoying anymore.
“I can’t wait to see how cuddly he’ll be after another round. He usually just melts into every touch after he’s been fucked into the mattress,” Sigma quietly responded, not wanting Dazai to hear what they were saying.
If he knew they thought he was cute, and liked him being cuddly, he’d use it to be annoying, and overly clingy. The man was already a menace without more information on what they liked about him.
Sigma knew they’d have to be careful, but they were certain that they wouldn’t hurt Dazai more than some scratches. Picking up the knife they had set aside earlier, they laid it beside Dazai, and moved over top of him. He seemed to be mostly aware again, staring up at them with a playful look, despite the gag in his mouth.
“Dazai, are you ready?” Sigma asked, trying to remain serious until he agreed, as they didn’t want to accidentally push him to do something because they wanted to.
He nodded, lifting his hips slightly to tell them to get started. Smiling at the way he tried to hurry them along, they brought the knife to his chest, tracing his top surgery scars. Not putting any pressure down to avoid making him bleed, not wanting to go straight into the actual cutting of skin.
A small shiver went through Dazai as it happened, but it didn’t turn him off. The knife brought along adrenaline, which had him hyper focused on the blade, and had his body unsure how to react. Sigma’s long hair was framing their face, and they looked so hot to him that he decided he was definitely enjoying himself.
Chuuya was sitting on the edge of the bed watching, still beyond aroused from when he was eating Dazai out. Seeing that the two were having a good time, he pulled his shirt off, and slid his pants and underwear off. Gathering some slick from his folds, before using it to lube up his t-dick. Jerking himself off, and watching how the blade traced down Dazai’s stomach, drawing a dot of blood and leaving behind a light pink line.
Sigma leaned down to lick the blood from the scratch, and noticed that Dazai was just getting wetter. It was their sign that he was as into what they were doing as they were. Dragging the blade further down, they left small cuts on his thighs, small pearls of blood sitting along them.
They moved to the inside of his thighs, just below his dripping cunt, and left a few more cuts. Blood trickled out, and then down slowly, mixing with the slick on the bedsheet. The red was fascinating to them, and as long as Dazai was okay with it, they were going to keep cutting him.
Keeping the cuts shallow, they continued on his waist, leaving little lines all over. Even tracing the indents left by Chuuya’s teeth from where he’d bitten Dazai. Sigma had never been so interested in blood before, and they wondered if there was something wrong in their brain to think it was beautiful.
Beside them, Chuuya was biting his lip to keep quiet while he brought himself to the edge of his own orgasm. Body lightly trembling with the feeling, until he pushed himself over the edge, and he made a small mess on the bed beneath him with his fluids. He ran his fingers through the slick, and looked over at how Dazai was watching Sigma, eyes focused on the blade.
There was no tenseness, just a relaxed caution, which was to be expected when a knife was being held against his skin. Seeing that things were alright, he got up, knowing he needed to get cleaned up and grab some bandages and water for when they were finished up. Chuuya wondered if he should just bring the whole first aid kit, and maybe some snacks.
“I’m going to get cleaned up, and grab some stuff, be back in a bit,” he spoke loudly enough for both of them to hear him.
He was barely acknowledged, but that was to be expected when they were so drawn to each other. So, he exited the room, and headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower before stepping in, but leaving the door open in case he was needed. Unaware of the turn that things would take while he was gone.
Sigma had put the knife down, looking to Dazai’s face for discomfort, and then his hand for their safe sign. With Chuuya out of the room, it was their job to make sure that they knew if Dazai wanted to continue or not. Looking him in the eye, they wordlessly asked for permission to fuck him, and he nodded.
With the knowledge that Dazai was okay with it, they dipped their fingers between his folds and gathered slick onto them. Then used it to lube their own dick up, stroking a few times to make sure they were thoroughly covered. Scooting closer, they looked to his eyes for final confirmation, and they brushed against his entrance.
He nodded again, sucking in a deep breath through his nose as they pushed in. Having been prepped, and stretched by Chuuya’s skilled hands, he didn’t feel the burn of his inner walls tearing. Something that often occurred when he convinced Sigma to take him while they were at work, in a public bathroom.
Warm walls encasing them was so pleasant and distracting that Sigma had to remind themself to not go too fast right away. They still needed to give Dazai time to adjust to being so full, although he usually demanded that they go fast right away. Wet sounds echoed in the room as they slowly picked up the pace.
Groaning at the way everything felt just right, they grabbed the knife again. Dazai’s eyes widened at the sight of the knife coming back into play, but tried to remain calm because Sigma was enjoying themself, and he had no reason to be nervous. The blade trailed up his stomach, and chest as they fucked him relentlessly, blood trickling down.
He was scared of how they didn’t seem to notice that they were cutting deeper than before. His thighs burned where Sigma’s dick kept brushing against the cuts, and he wanted to cry or scream. Dazai tried to think of a way to get them to stop because it was all too much for him.
But, he couldn’t think clearly, mind too clouded by the feeling of fear, and how his insides were being pounded. Normally, the pain sliding in with the pleasure would have been enjoyable to him, but the active presence of the knife tipped it over the edge. Sigma brought the knife all the way up to his throat, holding it close enough to make his skin burn with each thrust.
Small scratches slowly digging their way into his neck, while tears collected in his eyes. It was all too much, he couldn’t handle it, and Dazai knew he wasn’t supposed to, but he shut himself in his mind. Not being aware of his body was preferred when something happened that he couldn’t handle. His tenseness from fear bled away as he went limp to the feeling, letting them use his body as much as they pleased.
Sigma was beyond oblivious, taking Dazai for all he could handle, certain that he would make his sign if he needed to stop. But it hadn’t come, so they took it as okay, even though he wasn’t being as vocal as he usually was. A lack of moans and whimpers didn’t mean anything in their mind.
The water for the shower shut off, and the sound of the hair dryer could be heard from the bedroom. Sigma thought of how hot it’d be if Chuuya had decided to sit on Dazai’s face and get eaten out while they fucked him. It further dragged them into their fantasy and pleasure, getting so close to release.
The hair dryer shut off, and shuffling came from the bathroom, followed by footsteps heading to the kitchen, and cabinets opening and closing. Before Chuuya appeared in the door to the bedroom, and he set the first aid kit and glasses of water on the floor. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know what yet.
Creeping closer, he noticed the dull look in Dazai’s eyes, and the tears that hadn’t spilled over. Then the fully limp state that his body was in, with Sigma holding a knife to his throat, close enough to make breathing difficult without getting cut. It clicked in his mind a moment later that Dazai had shut down, and it had gone unnoticed.
“Stop,” he called out, voice weaker than he intended.
Sigma did immediately, wondering what Chuuya wanted. They stayed still, just so he could do as he pleased, and he sped over to grab their hand, pulling it and the knife it held away from Dazai’s neck. Then, the knife dropped onto the floor, clattering loudly.
Not explaining himself, Chuuya started untying Dazai’s wrists, then removed the gag. Taking it as a cue to pull out, and step away, Sigma did just that, untying their boyfriend’s feet. But they still didn’t know why they were stopping so suddenly.
“Um, what’s going on?” Sigma weakly asked.
“Dazai shut down, I’ll take care of him, you clean up the room,” Chuuya was colder than he intended, but he didn’t apologize.
Realizing the situation they were in, they nodded in understanding, knowing they had messed up. Chuuya sat down beside Dazai and pressed a kiss to his cheek, looking over his body for how many cuts would need to be taken care of. Which ended up being far more than he’d expected, only adding more annoyance, and buried anger.
While he knew Dazai had agreed to Sigma taking a knife to his skin, it had gotten out of hand. He planned a big talk to take place in the morning, and to banish Sigma to the couch for the night. Dazai didn’t need any added anxiety, in case the shut-down led him to have a bad reaction to waking up beside them.
Gently scooping him up, Chuuya carried him to the bathroom, setting him on the floor, while running the bath. Making sure it was warm and bubbly, he sat beside his boyfriend, knowing that soon enough he’d come back to reality and have some sort of reaction. Lightly placing him in the tub once it was half full, he looked over the cuts, judging how much care would need to go into each.
Most weren’t anything more than a surface scratch, rarely causing more than a small dot of blood. While there were some deeper ones running along his stomach to just below his neck, which Chuuya hadn’t been there to watch happen. They seemed like part of the reason for Dazai to have not safe worded out.
Turning off the taps as the tub was mostly full, he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and starting to lightly scrub the mess of brown hair. There was some sweat on his skin, that made his hair look greasy, but easily disappeared into the soapy lather. Chuuya made sure every inch of hair was covered in shampoo before he started rinsing out the back of Dazai’s hair. Holding one hand over his forehead to keep soap from running into his eyes.
He hated seeing the slightly younger man in such a state, even though it wasn’t hard for him to lose track of reality on a semi-regular basis. However, those weren’t because he was panicking, they were just his mind wandering too far. Chuuya was mad, as much as he loved Sigma, he hadn’t been as close to them as Dazai.
Dazai had been the one to bring up his attraction to them, and asked Chuuya if they could try a three-person relationship. He’d agreed because he found them hot, and he came to care about them after a while. But, Dazai always came first for him, since their bond ran much deeper.
Going through the motions of conditioning Dazai’s hair, and washing his body helped to calm Chuuya. By the time he pulled the plug out of the tub, he could tell some recognition was coming back to his boyfriend. Mind clearly still hazy, but more present, and it wouldn’t be long before he remembered what happened.
Meanwhile, Sigma felt guilty as they gathered all the bedding up, and putting it into the washer. They didn’t know when Dazai had grown uncomfortable because they hadn’t been paying attention. All their focus had been on how good they felt.
There was still some blood on their body from Dazai, they knew that once the bathroom was empty, they’d spend far too much time scrubbing the blood from their skin. The experience they had been enjoying was tainted for them by the suffering of someone they love. They had been selfish, and now they were paying for it.
Their heart hurt when they heard a sound from the bathroom. It was crying, from Dazai. He was sobbing, having finally dragged his mind out of the abyss it had crawled into. Walking back to the bedroom to continue cleaning up, they saw him in Chuuya’s lap, looking so small, as he was held tightly.
Sigma slid down onto the floor beside the bed, trying to curl up into a ball. They knew it was all their fault, and that Dazai hadn’t cried like that before, always too certain he less than a person due to his disconnect with his feelings. He didn’t cry because he didn’t get upset, until he could, after he opened himself up to love.
Dazai put himself in a position where he could get hurt, and he trusted them to not hurt him. But they did, and they had found it arousing. The disgust for themself grew, and Sigma wished they could scream without making him worry about them. He cared too much, and they didn’t feel like they deserved it.
Chuuya was holding Dazai as tightly as he could, feeling the tears fall onto his skin and roll down. It was painful, but he stayed strong so that he could set his emotions free. He needed to cry it out after everything, and then, once he was ready, he would decide how he felt about what Sigma did.
Aware of the fact that Sigma had seen them, Chuuya wondered if they were rushing to get things cleaned up so Dazai could get some rest. It would be a good step to get back into both of their good graces after such a fuck-up. After at least half an hour, the crying subsided, and Dazai weakly lifted his head, eyes red from all the tears.
“I’m tired… but I want to talk to them. They probably think I’m mad, and that they’re in trouble, even though I know it was a mistake. It was a bad one, but I can forgive them,” his voice was raspy, but he looked like he really wanted to try.
“Alright, let’s get dressed and then talk to them,” Chuuya ruffled his hair, helping him to his feet.
Inside the bedroom, they found the bed made with their spare sheets and blankets. Sigma was just in their boxers and a t-shirt, fully intent on showering, but they needed to feel like they weren’t getting the fresh bedding dirty. Seeing the two enter, they stiffened, trying to seem meek and like they weren’t a threat.
Dazai was a bit nervous, but he spoke, “Hey Sig, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I’m not mad at you, so don’t be too hard on yourself. Mistakes happen when we’re trying new things… just get cleaned up and come cuddle, okay?”
They were caught off guard by forgiving he was, but they knew Chuuya didn’t feel the same. His trust would have to be regained. There were layers of gauze covering the cuts they had inflicted, and it made them feel worse. Silently, they passed and headed to the bathroom, closing themself in.
Turning the water as high as it’d go, so when they stepped in, it felt like it was burning their skin off. Sigma scrubbed at their skin like it was covered in layers of grime, not letting up when they noticed some spots start to bleed. They’d dropped a change of clothes outside the bathroom for after, so it’d be easy to hide the damage caused by the shower.
Their hair felt too heavy, and like it was dragging them down, so, without much thought, they cut it. Making it go from where it was at their waist, to just below their shoulders. It didn’t make them feel better, but they hoped that they wouldn’t remind Dazai of how they had looked when they hurt him.
By the time they were done, their skin was red, and ached. Putting their hair up in a bun to hide what they had done to it, they then grabbed their clothes and hid the burns and missing skin from over scrubbing away. Walking back to the bedroom with shame, which they tried to push down so Dazai wouldn’t waste his concern on them.
The pair were already cuddling, with Dazai in the middle of the bed, leaving the left side open for them. They were nervous, but they sat down beside him, sticking to the edge. Only to feel arms wrap around their waist.
“C’mon, please cuddle,” he softly whispered to them, and they broke.
Tears streamed down their face, and they started muttering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.”
Dazai got them to turn around, and then kissed their forehead, “It’s alright, I told you I forgive you, so please forgive yourself.”
They just cried, holding onto him and apologizing, over and over again. Their whole body ached from the shower, and everything brushing against them hurt, but they felt so bad inside, that the physical pain barely amounted to anything.
Chuuya held onto Dazai from behind, while he held Sigma, slowly letting his own anger go. He knew they were sorry, and that this wouldn’t happen again, so he reached over and played with their bangs. The gentle care from the two made them feel like they could let it all out and sob, so they did.
Continual comfort was shared between them, with the blanket being spread over Sigma to pull them closer. The fact that their bun was smaller than it’d normally be was noticed, but not mentioned to avoid making them more upset. A sudden haircut while feeling bad wasn’t the worst after all, they’d just have to remind Sigma that they were loved, no matter their mistakes.