bakerstreet | ( sneaking around )

[ covert is only kind of the name of the game, because most of the time, gwen is sneaking in through peter's window. it's no secret, and may isn't stupid. she and peter have been friends for ages, and it was only natural that it eventually turned into something more. peter means the world to her, that's always been true, but now it's something a little heavier than that. it's been a few months, and that's more than enough time for them to get- well, y'know. they're two healthy teens. it's easy to fill in the blanks.

but somehow, over the course of the last year, gwen's managed to get it in her head that it's okay to start looking at may in a new light too. she's beautiful, she's always recognized that, but once gwen started owning her own s e x u a l i t y, it became way easier to just.. flirt. a lot. and maybe at first it was subtle, but after a while it really wasn't. and she's not by any means a cocky individual, but it was hard not to read into some of the signs that maybe may didn't exactly oppose.

and then gwen started showing up early to her hangouts with peter, spending time with may in the kitchen or on the couch not really paying attention to the tv. little things. the first time gwen tried to kiss her, it didn't exactly go the way she planned. may was really quick to remind her how insanely inappropriate it would be. but then there was a second time, and a third, and now

now gwen has a different window to sneak into, some nights. she always texts her first, after the first night she snuck in and may almost whacked her with a bat, but even when it's late enough that she knows peter's asleep, or out doing spider-man stuff, they need to play it super safe. quiet. well, kind of.

gwen might thrive on trying to get may to be anything but quiet.

which is why, after she wallcrawls her way into may's window and shuts it behind her, she doesn't even get out a hey before she's meeting her where she stands to pull her in for a kiss. like something out of those stupid romcoms that peter insists he doesn't really like. a hand sinks back into her hair to pull her in, and the other rests on the jut of her hip, gripping tight. maybe it's been a while, or maybe gwen's just really jonesing. who knows. but her hand doesn't stay put for long, sliding up a little higher until it's on her waist, under her shirt. and she never stops kissing her, a little rushed and needy. ]

[ May would have liked to believe that she and Peter could share anything, no secrets between them. And it had always been unfairly easy with him from just about the moment Ben had brought him in to stay in their tiny apartment. Sure, it hasn't been perfect - nothing is, certainly not her - there've been hiccups, but Peter's...a good kid, one of the best. With a nudge, he'd become even better; a gentle nudge's all it's taken, too. May's never believed in smothering a kid. They have to learn to grow, to live their own lives. To make their own choices.

(Within reason.

Reason usually precludes spandex spider suits, by the way. She'd known something was up with Peter, that they hadn't been on the same page, even before she figured that part of his life out, though.)

It's probably this core belief in the liberating power of choice that makes her less guilty in sharing one thing with Peter that's a secret from him: Gwen Stacy. Gwen's her favorite friend of Peter's for more than a few reasons. She's smart, vivacious, tough as nails -

And has the biggest set on her May's seen in somebody so young, never afraid of taking what she wants while still being kind. That is May's kind of woman. Plus, she kisses like you're the only person in the world.

You don't learn that.

The same way you can't stage the surprised noise that May lets out as her newest companion takes her by surprise. ]

In a hurry tonight?

[ May almost teases when she can get a word in edgewise, but never cuts, her arm curling behind Gwen's back to embrace her. Her free hand cups her cheek, thumb at her temple until it traces downward to her lip.

A soft, bracing kiss is what she'll be getting first before May cements a deeper one on her. The hand on her back slips the length of her spine to the small of her back.

The old steps aren't forgotten as she tugs her closer. ]

[ a hurry? sort of. she's just so damn impatient. ]

Just want you.

[ like that's a good excuse for being so pushy or grabby, but she's pretending it is, smiling into the kiss after she speaks up before she gets back to it. gwen curves into her, may's hand guiding the dip of her body as it slides down lower, making her arch into it a bit as she lifts onto her toes. not that she stays that way for long- gwen moves them towards the bed even while kissing her, until she can feel the mattress hit the back of her knees, letting her drop to sit right there in front of her. her hands move to her hips, then slide in, pulling open the little bow on the drawstring of may's sleep pants.

she only keeps her eyes straight ahead for a moment though, eventually tipping her head back to look up at her properly, shaking her bangs out of her eyes. her fingers are slipping under the back of her waistband so she can push her pants down her hips a little bit, but she's not really paying attention to that. well, it seems like she isn't anyway. she's just- handsy. wants too much, all at once. she can decide where to start. ]

Couldn't get you out of my head all day. [ there's some color in her cheeks as she says this, even as her hands continue their bold path of inching her pants down her legs, expression innocent as ever ] Did you lock the door?

Edited 2018-10-14 23:17 (UTC)

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[ Lying to his superiors wasn't exactly a thing he was very fond of, but sometimes he had to do what he could to make small outs here and there when necessary. Chuuya told himself he hated that bastard Dazai's guts and didn't care if he died, and yet over time he'd begun spending more time with him that somehow devolved into these surreal moments where they'd begun engaging in more intimate things.

One side from Port Mafia, the other from the Armed Detective Agency.

It kept happening over and over, and maybe he was blind to just how much he enjoyed those moments where Dazai took the control from him, heated up his blood and reminded him just how damn good it was to be human. Started craving his touches and as such, made well thought out excuses so he could get together, away from the prying eyes of people who had no business being involved in his. This was no different, having to plan shit out extensively this time and making sure the idiot actually worked with him on this.

Yet it resulted this time in the two of them ending up at Dazai's place, shutting the door with a bit of a slam and an irritated sigh. ]

Remind me why the hell you decided your place was a good idea? Don't you think one of your damn people are going to look here for you first?

[ His voice lacked the usual heat behind it, rounding on the taller man and pretending like he hadn't been wanting this for the past week. Nothing would ruin this, damn it. ]

[ Dazai isn't particularly lying to anyone about what's been going on with Chuuya.... he just hasn't shared it with anyone. Which isn't exactly unusual, because he doesn't share any of his private life with anyone. They never ask, he never says a thing. Besides, they really don't want to know about who he's screwing around with.

And that's all they're doing, isn't it? Just screwing around, finding a good way to pass the time, only coming together because they were together for so long before, it's just easier for them to fall back into step now. The fact that no one would approve of their... whatever they're doing, that just makes it even better. Dazai really does hate rules and regulations.

He'd never admit to actually enjoying his time with Chuuya, or actually having something to look forward aside from whatever new method of suicide he's come up with that day. When Chuuya contacts him, or vice versa, Dazai finds that he can put all the rest of it aside. Like today. Meeting up with Chuuya sounded much better than trying some new weights to drown himself in the river.

So here they are, back at his shabby place. Chuuya is already making him roll his eyes and want to flick that ridiculous hat right off his head. ]

And would you rather I walked into Port Mafia territory? At least my people won't try to kill you.

[Not that anyone in the Port Mafia would actually try to kill Dazai, but let him be dramatic. He kicks his shoes off, then moves back over to Chuuya, getting in his space.]

If they do come to look for me, they won't see you anyway, you're so tiny.

[ If he even remotely had an idea about how Dazai went about things on his end? There'd be a lot more anger than there already was, but his need to engage in shit that had them screwing around was overpowering that smaller desire to just tell him to fuck off or die as he might do normally.

His eyes immediately narrowed in annoyance upon such a comment, lips curling into a bit of a snarl. This whole mess could be bad if anyone ever found out, the knowledge that one of their executives was fucking around with a former executive and traitor to the mafia would be enough to warrant a death sentence. If not that, then who could say. Not that it made Chuuya want to give it up.

The thrill of possibly being caught was one of the reasons he still persisted, enjoying that risk of danger and being equally selfish at the same time. ]

Hah? Even you're not that stupid, but I guess you have a point.

[ A roll of his eyes and he exhaled a soft sigh, blinking a bit when he soon found the taller male already in his space. Something that already had a small shiver running down his spine, but his stubborn nature wouldn't let him just immediately give in to Dazai just yet.

Then there was that comment and he reached up a hand to grasp the collar of Dazai's shirt roughly and yanking him down, further minimizing the space left between them. ]

I can always spare you having to commit suicide, asshole. Don't think I can't do it without my damn ability.

[ Except if he actually did that, then he couldn't get more time with him... but it wasn't like the bastard had to know that. It was more just of a reflexive thing, since he didn't exactly like his height being touched upon. ]

Of course I have a point, Chuuya. I know what I'm doing here. Besides, everyone is out tonight.

[Which is why it was easier to sneak Chuuya in here in the first place. They could have gone to a hotel in neutral territory, of course, but Dazai really wasn't in the mood today and this way, he wont have to get out of bed once they're done, just so he can leave. He's already home, it works out great for him~!

Of course there's another reason as well- a far more sentimental one, but Dazai squashes that down into the darker parts of him, knowing there's plenty of darkness there to drown out those reasons for as long as he can.

So here they are and Dazai has an effortless smirk on his face that only grows wider when Chuuya grabs his shirt and yanks him down closer. It's always fun to see which one of them will hold out the longest- that is, when they have time for those kinds of games. Sometimes it's a quick in and out, whatever small amount of time they can spend together. Maybe tonight it'll be longer.]

Instead of killing me, why don't you kiss me instead, hm?

[ There's a moment where his shoulders relax a touch, almost undiscernable to one who wasn't paying attention to it. Having someone interrupt them would be awful and a hell of a mood killer, so it was good that they wouldn't have to put up with that while they were here.

Honestly. Chuuya really wanted to just hit him and be done with it; wipe that stupid smirk off his smug face and he very nearly gave into that desire to do so. He was hopelessly in denial about how much he liked spending time with it, mind supplying reasons and excuses wherever he could if it meant not fully acknowledging what was underneath the surface.

So he'd play these games - that he pretended he didn't care about - and did his best to show he could hold out longer than Dazai and now was no different. Eyes narrowing a bit before a smirk of his own formed on his face, head tilting just a little to the side as he regarded the man who's face was almost now on his level. ]

Yeah? Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?

[ It's awful how tempted he was already, hiding it well behind that mask of confidence. Their years of knowing each other lent well to this 'relationship' they had, knowing what buttons to press to make the other submit. Or so he liked to think, as Dazai usually just pushed his with ease, his fingers loosening in their grip of the shirt slightly. ]

I could make your death look like an accident. Noone would know the wiser.

[ There's something of a lack of bite in his words, the look in his blue eyes saying more than he's willing to voice aloud as he pulled Dazai down just a bit more so they were just a bit more at eye level. ] It's just the cleanup that i'd rather not deal with, so i guess you got lucky this time. [ He wasn't quite giving in, but there was something in the way he minutely brushed his lips against Dazai's. Daring him to be the one to give in first. ]

[ Dazai notices Chuuya relaxing a bit, of course. He always notices everything, but even more so with his partner. Ex-partner, really, but he never actually calls him his ex anything, curious as that is. Either way, he knows Chuuya like the back of his hand, even though they were apart for all those years.

Falling back into step with him was so easy. Too easy, maybe. Dazai knows better than to get comfortable.

Chuuya returns his smirk and that's what Dazai likes. There really hasn't ever been anyone else on his level. Not in the way Chuuya is, anyway. It's a silly game, of course. They're both here for a reason and they both want each other. They wouldn't take time away from their respective organizations if that wasn't the case. They wouldn't be risking everything, pretty much, for these secret meeting, if they didn't prioritize this over most everything else.

That, in and of itself says a lot, even if they don't want to admit it. ]

I wouldn't have invited you into my home if I wanted something else.

[he doesn't want Chuuya to loosen his grip, so when he does, Dazai stays put, not wanting to move away even a little bit. ]

No one would believe that, Chuuya. You'd be giving yourself away if you made it look like an accident. Clearly it would be intentional. That's how you'd get away with it.

[Dazai says as if he's giving Chuuya the best pointers. It all seems to work, because now he's even closer and Chuuya's lips are against his, even if just a little. That's as good as Chuuya giving into him, so Dazai doesn't really waste any more time, sliding his hands up Chuuya's face to press his lips against the other man's. It's hard, and needy in a way Dazai would never show in any other way, moving them so that Chuuya's back is pressed against the door they just walked through.]

[ It could be said that Dazai was the same in regards to Chuuya himself. Someone who he considered on the same level as him, even for all the grumbling and moody attitude he had while around him usually. After all, he trusted the other man with essentially his very life and had done so a couple of times now by this point.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't grateful for Dazai and his damnable ability.

While his grip had loosened slightly, Chuuya was unwilling to let the taller man go just yet and he felt that Dazai knew that rather well. Exhaling a soft sigh, he rolled his eyes but just left it be for the moment as he then nodded his head. ]

Of course you wouldn't have.

[ Stated as simply as ever, eyes fixed on those brown ones rather intently with the barest hint of irritation and a touch of mild confusion before he gets what Dazai was implying. Right. Making it look like it was an intentional death would make it more like a suicide, and nobody would ever suspect he did it.

Except one thing. ]

If I did that, you'd have to have some innocent girl to be found with you or it'd look suspicious as hell.

[ Alluding to that Dazai kept going on and on about having some beautiful girl to die with him in a 'lovers suicide' or whatever. Though it's something that ceases to be on his mind, with those hands sliding up along his face and warm lips firmly against his.

In his mind, it was as if Dazai had given in first so he wouldn't question it.

All that mattered was the insistent, needy nature of the kiss they shared, and just how fucking nice it felt when his back was pressed up against the door. His hands shifting so he could lace his fingers through Dazai's dark hair roughly, the other coming down to press at the taller man's hip almost insistently. ]

[ No matter what Dazai has said in the past and all the teasing he's thrown Chuuya's way, he's never really thought of him as anything else but up to par and an equal in ever way. They've definitely always played off of each other's strengths and weaknesses- sometimes using that to their own advantage against each other, but more often than not, gaining their own victories against others.

Dazai doesn't regret leaving the mafia, but there are so many times now where he thinks about the partner he left behind. Two halves of a whole, really- except he doesn't want to get that sentimental. That would be horrible. ]

You'll just have to excuse the mess. I'd tell you that I don't normally live like this, but that would be a lie.

[And he's even admitting to it. It is kind of a mess, though- his clothes strewn across a few places, empty bottles and take out containers on the table and books and bandages everywhere else. He doesn't spend too much time here, so the mess that has build up over time doesn't bother him much. At least his bed is clean, which is where they'll be spending the most time tonight anyway.]

Ah, I think by now they know that when it really comes down to it, I'll try anything. I even have a few new suggestions marked off in my suicide book if you get tired of kissing me and want to kill me instead.

[It's sad, but true. His book is full of notes and numbers, marking off the things he's tried and how often he's tried them. Here he is, though, joking about it.

He doesn't really want to die in this moment, though- not with Chuuya pressed between him and the door, and the way he's kissing back with just as much neediness as Dazai wishes he weren't feeling. Dazai presses Chuuya against the door with his body, flicking his hat off so he can slide his fingers through fiery red hair and tug Chuuya's head back so he can continue his kisses down his neck.]

[ Honestly he hadn't noticed the mess until it was brought up, rolling his eyes a bit and exhaling a soft sigh. It didn't matter to him how the other lived his life at home, as it wasn't as if his own place was that well kept either. Not that he'd ever admit it or anything, more consumed with the moment at hand than he was with the surroundings.

Being with Dazai was like an almost constant reminder of the partnership they had in the past, and the fearful name of Double Black the pair of them had garnered in their time in the Port Mafia together. Actions spoke louder than words and it had shown, and even now, the actions of what they did together mattered more than any idle threats or spoken word they could say right now.

A tentative moment had passed almost fleetingly, before his eyebrows had narrowed in distaste. ]

That depends if you keep talking or not.

[ Because I want you to keep living, idiot.

Such a thing went unsaid, what with the moment being what it was. Their lips together in a heated, needy kiss as Dazai pressed him more against the door behind him. Only vaguely registering the lack of his hat and the following annoyance that came with it, before it ebbed away with the feeling of his head being tugged back and lips kissing a searing trail down his neck.

Causing something of a breathy noise of approval to hiss past his parted lips, one hand coming to rest on Dazai's shoulder, the other moving upward along his side. ]

...don't stop, got it?

[ Normally his voice held more of a bite, but instead this time held something of a breathlessness to it. ]

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