The floor is caked with grimy splotches of old blood and what light drips in is dusky orange, brimming over from the entrance and into the room. The few, dust caked windows he has are shifting to purple and after that, they'll fade into night. The chains on his wrists are heavy, tight, made of good copper but the bindings are nothing so complex that he won't be gone by nightfall. The chains themselves are tied on board that's just adjustable enough that with enough struggle he can ease himself free. Shame, doesn't seem as if his lessons did much.
A shadow slips against the ground, leading down the slanted ramp and to this room, all dark edges and black coats, could the man be anymore in love with his dramatics? Akutagawa strides into the room, hands in his pockets with that same adorable mask of 'wannabe' firm in place. "So blinded by your love of that boy you got swept up and taken in the simplest of ways."
Wrong foot to step out on, though he can appreciate how horrid Akutagawa is at hiding his plays. "That's one way to put it, but who could resist, have you ever seen a baby white tiger? They're adorable. Such big colorful eyes."
Akutagawa's own black eyes twitch and widen to saucers in that too easy to read, telltale 'gotcha' way. His fists are balling by his sides, Dazai readies himself; the kid's never been strong but Akutagawa has some vague understanding of the ins and outs of causing pain, forcing submission. Dazai would be disappointed in his teachings if he didn't.
The hit makes impact to his right cheek, hard enough for a coppery wetness to dance on his tongue and for that side of his face to heat up and nag him when he smiles. "Always easy to read, Akutagawa." Dazai scoffs and rolls his eyes, "If it weren't for the fact you couldn't follow basic directions, I'd be fucking you out of your mind right now."
A half second of uncertainty and submission the slight tremble in the hand and eye and the shifting of his gaze away from Dazai's face. Then he comes back to himself, hardens all at once and Dazai readies himself again, this time its a jab with the opposite hand. Dazai rounds his tongue around his teeth and spits out blood, this kid's always been a little treat. "Is that what your up in arms about? That you aren't on your hands and knees choking on my cock? I think it is. Should I tell you how sweetly he falls, he easily his skin bruises and how quickly it heals?"
"Maybe we can talk about how he digs his nails into my back when I fuck him, the little moans and sounds he makes when I push him to the floor because he knows what's coming and he loves it? If only I could describe the look on his face, the moment I knew he was mine. That innocent hint of sweetness in his eyes when I told him how I fantasized about ruining him, chaining him up and choking him. Something like the look a desperate man gets when he sees the barrel of a gun, morals tell him no, his brain tells him maybe and his darker sides scream for it."
"Shut up!" There's that hint of sparking flame, of burning passion that he could never quite get to bend to his will - Akutagawa could never lower himself enough thanks to it. His black eyes go narrow eyes and slight smirk spreads, not a look that should be on Akugatawa of all people. "Well then, you abused me for wearing my heart on my sleeves twice. I give you full marks for that. Unfortunately for you, I can do the same." Akutagawa covers his mouth with the palm of his hand with the look of a man who knows exactly what to do next...and then his vision blurs at the edges, his head loads with cotton...
This one time, pushing might not have been the smartest thing to do.