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Take on recruiting then. We're stuck for a while.

[He should give out more of his tasks but a lot of his stuff on his list today were things that just happened to pop up. The kind of chores that you do one after another because they're convenient. Like doing the dishes that leads to wiping down the table and then mopping the floor and then taking on the rest of the house. It's a kind of motivation that once you get going, you find all sorts of other menial yet important tasks.

When Dabi grabs his hand, Shigaraki glares and tries pulls away.]

Let go, ok?

I will.

[He never likes to hear the word 'stuck' but he supposes for the time being that's where they are. Maybe that's why he's getting restless. No matter, the recruiting will help.

Shigaraki doesn't have to pull hard. Dabi lets go, but glares down at him as well. He doesn't know why this particular thing always pisses him off, but it does. ]

You're disgusting. Are we done here now?

[He scratches at the bloody mess one more time, almost like he was trying to spite Dabi. It is disgusting, that habit. It's gotten worse again because they're stuck and Shigaraki doesn't like it. It's stifling and fills him with anxiety that just never ends. But in ways it has gotten better too. He went the whole day without scratching, only to bloody himself raw like a junkie when he got back.]

We're done with business.

[Says Shigaraki, not making a move to get up. In fact he's quite comfortable in Dabi's chair anyways.]

[ Dabi watches the hand return to Shigaraki's neck and all he can do is shake his head condescendingly. Weak, he'd usually say out loud at this point, but he has a feeling that would only get Shigaraki to scratch even harder.]

Then you can see yourself out.

[Dabi moves past Shigaraki and flops down in the couch, which essentially puts Shigaraki out of view, so Dabi can act like he's very much ignoring him. He knows where this is going of course, but it's always nice to hear Shigaraki say please.]

You didn't say please and after I taught you how last night. Tch. [What are they? Five?] Besides... you're always in my room when you're bored.

[He's still not moving. He's tempted to ask the other if Dabi got the gloves they'd discussed last night but... he's not that eager. Besides. The gloves meant having a conversation about the other thing and even though everything pointed at yes, Shigaraki was still adamant about not giving in so easily.]

I guess some lessons just don't want to stick. Care to teach it to me again? [Definitely five] Seems like you've already scratched plenty of itches today. I'm not sure if you're all that bored.

[Dabi grabs the remote next to him and flips the TV on. The news, of course, going on about some pro heroes coming in to save the day, with Endeavor taking the lead. Such fakes. All of them. He can't wait to burn them all to the ground. He quickly shuts the TV off and lets the remote drop to the floor as he stands up, heading back over to the other man.]

What do you want?

Asshole. I worked all day.

[At least he's stopped scratching for now. It's clear he's staying a while because in the time that Dabi turned the TV on, Shigaraki has kicked off his shoes, putting his bare feet up on Dabi's chair. It was... surprisingly more comfortable than the meager office chair he had in his room.]

I'm bored. Entertain me. [Sound familiar?] I'm sure you have some trick up your sleeve to show me.

[ Shigaraki is getting so unbelievably comfortable in his room, without any invitation to do so, which isn't exactly what Dabi did, but he still gets his words thrown back at him. ]

Hah. Cute. Are you just going to repeat everything I've said because it sounds better than anything you have to say?

[Dabi grabs the chair handles for a moment so he can put his foot against it. Then with a good kick, he sends it rolling back against the wall. It hits with a slam and Dabi waits to see whether Shigaraki will fall out of it, or manage to catch himself.]

[It happens too fast for Shigaraki to even retort back with any witty comment because it's a blink and you miss it moment when the chair goes rolling backwards. Of course Shigaraki tries to catch himself. But with the way he's sitting in the chair, the forward momentum suddenly hitting the wall ejects him out of the seat. Grabbing onto something would only bring the chair down with him. So he goes crashing to the floor, head over heels.

Fucker. That actually hurt.]

Dabi! You fucker.

[Shigaraki tries to untangle his feet from the chair. Dabi's extremely lucky that his little stunt didn't send the hand on Shigaraki's hair flying out of the way.]

[ Bummer. He was hoping Shigaraki would lose the hand.

In any case, he grins sadistically at the heap of moppy hair and worn out black, tangled on the floor. He kicks at Shigaraki's shoes as he walks over there and grabs Shigaraki's shirt, hauling him up and slamming him against the wall. It's A Lot, he knows it. But he's angry at the TV, and annoyed that he didn't have more to do today.

One thing is faster than the other and the moment Shigaraki's back hits, Dabi is already leaning in, running his tongue up along the cracked, bloody skin at Shigaraki's neck. ]

[He fights when Dabi hauls him up, trying to wretch free. Dabi's too fast though- nearly knocking the wind out of Shigaraki when he's slammed into the wall. It's hard enough that it knocks off the damn hand on his head and for once in his life- Shigaraki doesn't notice.

Dabi's tongue stings against the open wounds on his neck. But it's a good kind of sting, one that has Shigaraki hissing and trying to crane away from it. He can't help but squirm as he fights hard to push the other off because he's still livid about being kicked around. Literally.]

Dabi!

[Fuck when did this become such a turn on, Shigaraki wonders.

Only when he tries to headbutt the other does he realize that his hand has fallen off.

Now he's really upset. He doesn't even try to shove the other off- practically leaps for that damn hand to make sure it's alright.]

[ Dabi isn't sure what tastes worse- the skin, or the blood. Even worse than that, he likes it. There are so many horrible, disgusting things about Shigaraki, but in the end, he likes those things too.

He also really likes it when Shigaraki is caught in a tight spot, trying to fight him and wrench free. He lets his tongue run up along as much of the wounds as he can, before he knows he'll get shoved off completely because he can practically feel the anger vibrating in the other man.

He swings away when Shigaraki leaps away toward the hand. He didn't notice it was missing either, he was so damn focused on that crusty neck. ]

Whoops.

[he says as if it was no big deal at all. ]

[The hand's alright, thankfully. He picks it up gingerly and sets it on the chair for safe keeping. Dabi's not to be trusted with father on him if he's going to man handle him like this.

He can't help but rub furiously at his neck in rage, especially since the saliva has him feeling like he's been burned. Shigaraki's even making little anger grunts like a toddler would when expressing their anger and emotional frustration. In a flash, he's lunging at Dabi- red eyes practically bloodshot with rage. This is what Dabi wanted- egging the other man on like this.

It's a bit different from yesterday when they were fighting and Shigaraki was actively trying to kill Dabi. This time he wants to humiliate the other. So his middle fingers are noticeably raised to avoid his quirk activating.]

[ The hand is always alright, isn't it?I It's damn near impenetrable, it seems. And still, Shigaraki runs after it like a child. Irritating, especially when Dabi was doing such nice things to his neck.

He knows it's coming, of course. He had pushed the other man into this, but Shigaraki is fast this time, fueled by all that rage, and Dabi doesn't get a chance to move completely out of the way. He doesn't light up his flames either, because that's not what this is about. ]

Still bored?

[His hand grabs Dabi's neck, squeezing tight with his middle finger raised. He doesn't respond to the question, just slams the other into the wall. It's easy to forget with how bony and disheveled Shigaraki is that he's admirably strong too.

He gets up in the other's face, growling and hissing like a rabid cat. Shigaraki doesn't know what to do, as usual. On top of the inexperience with the sex they've been having the past week, he's still learning how to deal with his emotions. He feels them too strongly it's true but sometimes he has moments of clarity. Of peace. Of control.

Today, he's got control.

Shigaraki, with his grip still tight, pushes forward in a bruising kiss. Eyes open as he starts to squeeze a little bit.]

[ Dabi certainly doesn't mind this kind of contact. Relishes in it, even. If Shigaraki wants to humiliate Dabi, he's not going about it the right way. But Dabi isn't complaining, or trying to push the other off of him. He embraces the pain of his head getting knocked back, and the way Shigaraki's fingers dig into his scarred flesh.

Though it's harder to breathe, Dabi still manages a small smirk when Shigaraki leans in, growling. It was worth sending him flying off the chair for this.

He's expecting more violence, but the kiss is harsh enough and Dabi feels more of his air being sucked away as he kisses back, his hands moving to grip the front of Shigaraki's shirt. He means to push him off just then, he really does, but he just ends up curling his fists tighter into the black fabric. ]

[The thing about Dabi? It's hard to humiliate him. Nothing ever phases him and anything Shigaraki has tried to use in the past always just rolls off the other like water on skin. But there is one thing Shigaraki might try.

With his grip firm on Dabi's neck, his other hand snakes down to Dabi's crotch, mindful of his thumb as he palms at the other through his pants. He presses harder into the kiss as he does this- teeth catching Dabi's lip.

For once? He's got Dabi trapped against the wall. Maybe he just needed a healthy dose of rage to get him going with his initiative rolls.]

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[ This isn't exactly the kind of initiative Dabi wanted him to take and he doesn't think the other man will do it, until he does, and it's too late.

Now, those hands curled into Shigaraki's shirt finally do try to push him away, and he squirms, trying to move his head out of the kiss and press his back further against the wall, away from the hand on his groin. When it doesn't work, he moves a hand into Shigaraki's hair, grabbing at it and trying to tug him away, a sound of protest escaping into the kiss. ]

[He doesn't let Dabi push him off so easily. He rubs his hand harder, presses his other hand harder into Dabi's neck, and bites down on the other's lip. Ensuring that he's trapped there for a good while longer. It's almost like he's never going to leave. The squirming and sounds of protest certainly help fuel this dark madness.

But he isn't needlessly cruel because he does pull back, stepping away from the other with his hands raised in mock surrender. A nasty smile curling up on his lips.]

Sad.

[Shigaraki laughs. His mood doing a complete 180 from uncontrollable anger to unstoppable laughter.]

[ Somewhere in the back of Dabi's head he knows that his squirming and pushing is making it worse. That this is exactly what Shigaraki wants him to do, but the other man's hand on him feels so vile that he can't think. He can't breathe either, though now he isn't sure if it's because of the tight hand around his neck, or the way his heart is beating erratically, dizziness and panic starting to set in.

The worst part is, he's still starting to get hard from all the manhandling and the unwanted fingers against his groin. It's fucking humiliating, and he fucking hates this creature in front of him.

When Shigaraki pulls back, Dabi coughs, bringing a hand to his throat, body bending over a bit. Anger flares up in him so fast that he feels like he might burn their entire new hideout down, but... he pushes it down. He pushes all of it down. Shigaraki is laughing like a madman and Dabi takes a moment to control himself, then pushes past him and heads out the door toward the hideout exit. ]

[Does he care? No. Dabi had humiliated him a few nights in a row. Made comments about how inexperienced he was. Even had him sit like a dog on his knees. It's only fair that Shigaraki got to be successful once.

Maybe he took it too far but Shigaraki doesn't care. He watches as the other leaves, scoffing because Dabi could dish out the insults and push Shigaraki around. But he couldn't handle it? Sad indeed.

He waits for the other leave before making himself comfortable on Dabi's couch. Still grinning at what he was able to do- to get Dabi that upset and humiliated.

He knows Dabi will come back. When and where? Shigaraki isn't entirely sure. But he'll be there, waiting.]

[ Dabi wants to think up ways to retaliate, but as he walks out of there, his mind is blank. It's better that way, though. It keeps him from spiraling, from thinking about all the ways he fucked up and this whole thing with Shigaraki has been the stupidest thing he's ever willingly put himself through.

Shigaraki knows his weakness and will use it time and time again. It's his own damn fault for having a weakness in the first place. He shouldn't have been left with one after all he's endured, but he was and he wants to get rid of it.

He walks for a good, long while, making sure his emotions are right back where they're supposed to be. Nowhere near the surface. He doesn't have time for this garbage, or his own fears. He wants to kill someone instead, but he knows that'll barely alleviate anything, and what he does instead is pick out the staples on his arm and lets his fire loose on his skin. It goes deep, his pure flesh turning into more dark scarred skin, though the color doesn't quite match up just yet. It isn't the same type of fire as what did this to him. Still, it's good enough, and Dabi presses each and every staple back in, then heads back to the hideout, a sense of renewed calmness settling into him.

When he gets there and sees Shigaraki still waiting in his room, he just stares at him before heading inside. He kicks the couch to shake the other man up, then starts undoing his pants. ]

I want you to suck me off.

[In the time that it took Dabi to settle down, Shigaraki had also settled down. The comfort of the couch really soothing him. The fresh wounds on his neck finally starting to scab over since the rush of adrenaline had him feeling euphoric. Nothing could shake the feeling of humiliating Dabi like that. The cherry on top of it was the fact that it was enough to make the other leave. It's a blissful kind of emotion akin to the pleasure of the past few nights.]

Huh?

[Dabi kicking the couch shakes Shigaraki out of whatever dumb daydream he was having. I want you to suck me off. He snorts, rolling his eyes as he sits up from the couch. But he doesn't move to get off of it, even as Dabi starts undoing his pants.]

Yeah? You'll just run away.

[ Shigaraki is sick. This is nothing new. Dabi is too, he supposes. They both get off on the same vile shit. Maybe this thing with Shigaraki is stupid, but it's what Dabi's got, and he's going to use it to his advantage whenever possible. ]

I'm over it. I want you to suck me off. Are you going to do it, or not?

[He moves in closer, leaving his pants open but leaving the rest to Shigaraki. Dabi can feel the disgust rolling up inside of him again, his heart starting to press hard against his chest, but he pushes it away, all while staring at Shigaraki]

[He stares at the other long and hard, leaning forward just a little bit so he has to look up at the other. Was this some kind of joke?]

Huh. Just like that? [This felt like a trap. But The offer was tempting.] Don't cry if you regret it.

[Slowly he slides off of the couch, trying to get comfortable on his knees. He's already been on his knees before so he has no issue getting back on them but god it's still uncomfortable physically. He waits for Dabi to close to gap a little bit more before slipping his tongue out to taste his cock, right on his piercing.

The metal helps with the taste at least. Still he can't help the disgusted shudder that runs down his spine, trying to push past it with another lick until finally he's past the vile taste enough to wrap his lips around the head of Dabi's cock. His hands gently grab Dabi's thighs for support.]

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lolol i just came across this https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DhquP3HUEAASNR2.jpg

omg the upcoming game is a god damn treasure... look up shigaraki's laugh in that game

omfg lol amazing, its gonna be in my head forever now

i can't wait for this game

i hope i can play it at some point!

forgot to say- hard same i hope i get to play it too

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