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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.]

[ Dabi isn't joking at all. The exact opposite, actually. This might be the most serious he's ever been, outside of a mission. He has a weakness, he wants to get rid of it. This is the only way he knows how. So earlier, maybe Shigaraki did more good than bad, because now Dabi is determined.

He clenches his jaw, but he doesn't reply. He's too caught up in controlling himself when Shigraki gets on his knees. He does get closer, watching intently and waiting for that first bit of contact. When Shigaraki's tongue runs up along it, Dabi sinks his nails into the palms of his hands, which are clenched into tight fists at his sides. When he does it again, Dabi has to struggle not to recoil, he hates it so much.

He's sweating by the time the other man's mouth goes around his cock and he has to tilts his head back, a violent shudder running through him. The hands on his thighs are just too much. His gaze snaps back to Shigaraki's face to say something but he instantly regrets looking down at the sight in front of him, so he sucks it up and looks away, eyes trained on a spot on the wall. ]

[Oblivious to Dabi's discomfort, Shigaraki gets to work sucking Dabi's cock by using what he learned with Dabi's fingers last night. He flicks his tongue against the flesh, moving his mouth up and down. There's some accidental teeth involved in it- he's not perfect. He even accidentally gags himself by taking too much of Dabi.

It's kinda fun, actually until he looks up and sees that Dabi is disassociating. He almost pulls off the other entirely out of frustration because this wasn't a trap and yet Dabi wasn't enjoying this? He moves his hands off from Dabi's thighs and just sits there, glaring up at Dabi with the other's cock still in his mouth.

He debates what to do, humming softly. Shigaraki settles for smacking the other's leg hard, careful with how his hand connects. Be grateful. He wants to argue. But the smack is sure enough to be demanding, to get Dabi's attention.]

[ It's easier to ignore when his head isn't there. He knows it isn't doing him any good if he doesn't pay attention and just accept the touch, but he can't. He can already feel the bile in the back of his throat and yet somehow, Shigaraki's ministrations are keeping him hard. It feels like a damn nightmare.

When his leg gets smacked hard, everything suddenly comes back to him full force and he looks down, wide eyed as he grabs Shigaraki's hair, pulling him off. He's going to get shit for this again, he knows it, but he can't take it. ]

Stop. That's enough.

[He still has this horrible boner though, so he stumbles a few steps over the couch and starts stroking himself, Shigaraki's saliva mixing with the blood on his hands from clenching so damn hard. Shigaraki's right. It is sad. It's fucking pathetic. He couldn't even get through half of this. ]

You really do have a problem with touch don't you?

[He spits, standing up from where he was kneeling. Shigaraki wipes at his mouth, moving to join the other on the couch. He doesn't scoff or laugh or even make a move to make Dabi uncomfortable even though he should be lording it over the other.]

It's alright to admit that you have a problem.

[ Shigaraki should be lording it over him and Dabi is expecting him to push it further until Dabi is forced to do nothing more than to take it. Maybe then he'd get over it. Maybe then it would make things worse. He doesn't know anymore and he hates this feeling. He hates that Shigaraki is being so damn gentle, or whatever the fuck he's doing]

Shut up and choke me.

[He grinds out, his gaze shifting over to the other man. No, that's not good enough and he knows it. Shigaraki's got him all twisted up today. The bastard.]

Please.

[Shigaraki looks over at the other in surprise. Dabi is certainly all over the place today but he doesn't complain. That's the usual mood for Shigaraki on any given day and it's only fair that other people have the same mood swings.]

Since you asked so nicely...

[His hand is on Dabi's throat, squeezing tight with the middle finger out to avoid outright killing him. It's got the same sort of pressure he had earlier. He watches the other curiously, making sure this is what Dabi wants before shifting on the couch so that he's on his knees- leaning over to capture the other man's lips in his mouth. It's like when Shigaraki choked Dabi earlier, only this time he's keeping his hands to himself.]

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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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