[ Dabi shows up in two hours, trying to see if there's anyone there but his father. It's hard to tell, what with how much Enji goes through to keep his privacy, so he sneaks around back anyway.
he pulls his phone out and texts his father that he's here, and waits.
he doesn't know how the hell he's gonna pull this off, treating his father as if he was hooking up with Giran. They're both perves who have used him and taken advantage of him in one way or another, but at least with Giran he gets something for his troubles- food, drugs, money, a decent enough blow job. that, and he knows he's doing something that angers Enji, so it makes it a lot easier.
for now, he'll play along for natsuo. he knows he got too damn cocky with this one, he just couldn't help rub it in Enji's face. ]
[When he receives the message, it puts a smirk to his lips. Natsuo and Fuyumi had left for the evening, but not without his son giving him hell. When his daughter isn't looking, he whispers a small threat, gives a caress that he knows gets Natsuo to shiver in disgust, but the boy leaves, glaring and barking, getting his sister to apologize for his actions.
It means nothing for now. Natsuo has been on edge lately, and Enji is aware of it. The boy must know something was up, given that he's been avoiding his use of Natsuo as of late. It keeps his eldest son in line, after all. And Enji needs Touya now, more than ever, with Shouto in the dorms.
Eventually he'll return to Natsuo. When he needed to put that brat back into line. For now, though, he had Touya to focus on.
He was pissed previously, when his eldest talked on and on about his night visitor. He wasn't going to just let Touya get away with it. Not unless his son wanted Natsuo to take his spot. Touya, while eager to live his villain lifestyle, still had feelings of closeness to his other brother. And Enji would exploit it at each chance he could take.
He messages Touya to come to his father's room, where Enji waits. He also instructs Touya to undress along the way. There was no need to make this longer than it needed to be. Touya was here for a job, and Enji was going to make him go all night if he needed to.]
[ Dabi will make sure that Enji stays away from Natsuo. He knows Enji doesn't really have any desire for his brother. When they were younger, Natsuo was ignored the most and Dabi knows he was angry about it, but he might've been the luckiest because of that. Natsuo was quiet, didn't fight back much, and didn't remind Enji of their mother. Dabi knows Natsuo will be safe as long as he does what his father wants... even when he fights about it.
He thought he could fight harder tonight... but not at Natsuo's expense.
He gets the text and heads inside, steeling himself as he kicks his boots off and goes for his father's room. He tugs his hoodie off, along with his shirt, keeping it with him until he gets to the bedroom. He wants to be able to grab them and dart if Natsuo ends up coming back for some reason.
He undoes his belt, but that's about it, as he pushes his father's door open. ]
You wanted me to be like I am with my friend. He never forces me to get naked before he even lays eyes on me. But of course you ain't as good at this as he is.
[As soon as Dabi steps in, still more dressed than what Enji would prefer, the hero glares, but the following response lessens his anger and earns a roll of eyes. He'll let his eldest get away with it. For now. There's only so much he would be willing to work with around here.
Enji is still dressed himself, wearing shirt and pants, with the fly open. Undressing for himself was never part of the deal.]
Fine. What else does your friend do?
[He was mildly curious, honestly. What was Touya's partners like? He knew his eldest was fucking around elsewhere, he could feel it when he had Dabi beneath him, taking in his cock.
[ He tries to keep his gaze on the man in front of him, but he can't help the way this room makes him feel. He hasn't been here in a long time, but it spikes this sudden anxiety in him that makes him press his nails into the palms of his hand.
His gaze darts around, taking it all in. Everything that has changed, everything that's different. His eyes fall on the bed very last, before moving back to his father. ]
Gives me somethin' to drink.
[ He mutters, then drags his fingers through his hair, stepping in all the way and closes the door, locking it. His hand stays on the lock a moment longer than it needs to, before he turns back around. ]
[Enji realizes now that giving Touya means to make orders probably wouldn't work that well into his favor, but he'll allow it. So far, the demands are simple.
Touya wasn't running away just yet, after all. Good thing he cared for Natsuo.
Icy eyes keep focused on the villain before Enji nods his head to a cart behind Dabi. It was full of a variety of liquor, different types and brands. All very expensive. Enji already has himself a glass poured on the nightstand next to him.]
Take your pick.
[He states while reaching for the same nightstand, but going for a drawer, where he keeps different types of painkillers. As a hero working around the clock, sometimes he had to them just to relax and sleep. There's no time to be going to the doctors or hospital constantly. Painkillers were fine enough.
He grabs a bottle, hand outstretch towards Dabi of the drugs.]
[ He'll take advantage of asking for what he wants while he can. It usually doesn't end well for him when it comes to Enji, but for now at least, Enji is playing along.
Hah. His father really is jealous of the other men who fuck him. It should make him feel good, but he's not feeling it right now.
It does help when Enji actually nods his head toward the alcohol cart. He remembers when he used to sneak some alcohol from that cart when he was younger- not often, but when he was in the worst kind of pain- and now he's being allowed to drink what he wants from it.
And then Enji surprises him even further by handing over a bottle of painkillers. He eyes the older man, taking the bottle from him and looks at the label before he opens it up and pours a few out into his hand. That should help a lot.
He knocks them back, then goes to the cart and slides his fingers long some of the bottles, pulling one out and pouring some into a glass. He knocks that back as well, then pours some more and puts the bottle aside, turning back to his father. ]
He sits back and relaxes. Gets comfortable in his chair. Doesn't order me around, just tells me what he'd like. He doesn't call me Touya.
[Enji really was spoiling Touya here, but he's playing along. He wants to see his eldest in this light. He knows positively it won't stop the villain from fucking around, but maybe it'll keep the brat from sending such messages to taunt him.
And, who knows, maybe he'll want to do this again sometime.
Enji does catch the way his son eyes him, no doubt a little unnerved. It's not like the hero worries. He knows Dabi won't kill himself on pills alone. The brat could have done that ages ago if he so desired. No. There's too much that his son wants to accomplish.
As soon as the villain swallows down both pills and liquor, Enji listens and, to his irritation, does decide to follow through with what his eldest commands. So, he leans back against the headboard of his bed, arms crossed, and eyes focused on the villain. He likes to use the name Touya, and that's the thorn at his side. However, this was Touya-no, Dabi's game.
All Enji was to do was play along and let his son do as he wished.]
[ Dabi takes another long sip of the alcohol... it really does taste good. He can taste how expensive it is, and it already heats him up nicely. He's not trying to get drunk, but it definitely does take the edge off, and that's what he needs right now.
Whether it's with Enji or Giran, he always needs to take the edge off.
He expects some kind of retaliation even now, though. A backhand to the face, a big hand around his wrist, yanking him closer- but it doesn't happen. Instead, Enji does sit back on the bed and calls him Dabi.
Now he feels it. That little bit of victory. The smallest bit of relief. Is this really happening?
Dabi knocks back the entire rest of his drink in one go, just to make sure. Then he sets the glass down and moves his hands to his belt, unbuckling it. He undoes his pants after that, walking toward the bed, eyes on Enji. He lets out a breath, then drops his pants down before climbing onto the bed, crawling across it until he reaches his father and moves between his legs. ]
He tells me how good I look. How much he wants me.
[This might be a bad idea, Enji is aware of that. He's giving Dabi some control, more than the brat needs. But...he's also tempted to see how this plays out. How does his his son act around everyone else?
He knows it's not the same this way when in terms with Natsuo. He's sure those two fuck like they're married.
But, it's not who Dabi teased him with. No.
Frosty icy eyes watch the way Dabi unbuckles his belt, the pants starting to come undone after. It's slow. Too slow for Enji. But, he doesn't say anything, just watches. It's sensual, the way Dabi comes to the bed after, before those pants drop. Enji feels his breath hitch at that, holding onto all his patience to not jump his eldest and take what he wanted.
It's harder to resist when the villain comes crawling onto the bed, moving between his legs.
If it wasn't for those following words, he might have just given into taking, rather than playing this game. Enji forces his eyes to leave Dabi's body, to focus on his son's face as he silently repeats the words in is mind.]
...you're breathtaking. [Enji isn't one for compliments, not to anyone. Not even to his wife on their wedding day.] It's taking all my patience to not pin you down and fuck you.
[ It's a terrible idea indeed. Dabi doesn't know why the fuck he's doing it- or rather, why he's going along with it in this way, when he could really do whatever the hell he wanted and tell Enji that's how he is with other men. His father wouldn't know the difference.
But no, here he is, trying to get this as close to what his last time with Giran was like. Maybe he wants his father to see and be jealous that this isn't what he gets all the time.
Of course there's more touching involved with the two of them. Giran always has his hands on him, making things feel fuzzy in his head. Dabi knows what Giran's Quirk is, and at times he's grateful he can forget. Anything to forget, especially when being taken advantage of is involved.
Now a days, he's done it so often that it's just something he does without thinking. Giran probably wouldn't even have to use his Quirk on him anymore- but he does, because there's that power. The same kind of power Enji tries with him, but not nearly as bad.
But despite what he's doing here tonight, he doesn't want to think of Giran. He doesn't want the two things to get intertwined in his head. Giran was something he likes to tell himself he got to choose. His father always forced everything on him. Even this. But Dabi's got his drinks and his pills, and they're settling nicely under his skin, taking a bit more of the itchy pain away.
A nice fuzziness settles into his veins, though he wonders how much of that has to do with Enji actually listening to him... and telling him what he wants to hear.
His eyes go dark and electric as he reaches out to undo his father's belt, pulling it out of the loops and tosses it to the side. Next is the button and the zipper, his head tilting to the side as Dabi watches him. ]
Aww, ya wouldn't wanna do that just yet. Then you'll miss out on what my mouth can do for you.
[He starts palming at the bulge in his father's underwear without hesitation, his other hand tugging the pants down a little more.]
[It's questionable if this was a good idea or not. If he should go at this in a way that doesn't suit either him nor his eldest. But, Enji is curious. How was his oldest son when involved with others, especially this Giran?
If he wasn't a full-time hero, he would consider locking Touya up and throwing away the key, just to keep his eldest from ever seeing anyone intimately again.
However, that's another thought for another day. Dabi is rewarded freedom at a cost, a system they both work with, despite how much his eldest son likes to bitch about it. Or, maybe, it's a system Enji likes for the time being. He knows well enough that Dabi hates it with a passion.
Not that the hero cared.
His breath stalls when nimble fingers begin to pull at his belt, freeing it from the loops and thrown somewhere in the room. It's not like Enji was focusing so much on that, but on the digits continuing their journey, going for his pants next.
A curse does manage to be held back to Touya's words, though. He knows exactly what that mouth can do-when he's forcing it down the youth's throat.
His cock begins to harden within Dabi's touch, all eager and no hesitation. Instead of reaching to take Touya, Enji grips the covers beneath him, sharp eyes narrowing in lust.]
Go ahead, Dabi. Do as you please.
[He almost calls the boy 'Touya', but reminds himself how his son prefers his villain name.]
[ He almost expects Enji to give it up and just grab at him, and it's a pretty heady feeling when he doesn't. It's sad that this is what he has to base good and bad on, but this is definitely not as shitty of an experience as it usually is. Dabi knows better than to get comfortable, though. He never should around his father.
But for now at least, Enji grabs the sheets instead of grabbing at him. The older man may think he knows what Dabi's mouth can do, but it's a lot different when a cock is forced into his mouth, than when he goes at it himself. Maybe this time he'll get to show his father what he's missing by treating him like nothing more than a hole to fuck.
He palms at his father's cock as much as he can before the pants are off, and then he leans in and drags a long line up a sensitive vein that starts to bulge the harder Enji gets. He looks up at his father, locking eyes with him as he he keeps going, heating his mouth up before he sucks his cock into his mouth. He works his tongue around the head as well, swirling it around in a way he never does when this cock is just shoved into his mouth.
He wonders how patient Enji can be, but he makes sure the older man can feel each and every heated sensation before he starts bobbing his head down to suck in more of his cock. ]
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he pulls his phone out and texts his father that he's here, and waits.
he doesn't know how the hell he's gonna pull this off, treating his father as if he was hooking up with Giran. They're both perves who have used him and taken advantage of him in one way or another, but at least with Giran he gets something for his troubles- food, drugs, money, a decent enough blow job. that, and he knows he's doing something that angers Enji, so it makes it a lot easier.
for now, he'll play along for natsuo. he knows he got too damn cocky with this one, he just couldn't help rub it in Enji's face. ]
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It means nothing for now. Natsuo has been on edge lately, and Enji is aware of it. The boy must know something was up, given that he's been avoiding his use of Natsuo as of late. It keeps his eldest son in line, after all. And Enji needs Touya now, more than ever, with Shouto in the dorms.
Eventually he'll return to Natsuo. When he needed to put that brat back into line. For now, though, he had Touya to focus on.
He was pissed previously, when his eldest talked on and on about his night visitor. He wasn't going to just let Touya get away with it. Not unless his son wanted Natsuo to take his spot. Touya, while eager to live his villain lifestyle, still had feelings of closeness to his other brother. And Enji would exploit it at each chance he could take.
He messages Touya to come to his father's room, where Enji waits. He also instructs Touya to undress along the way. There was no need to make this longer than it needed to be. Touya was here for a job, and Enji was going to make him go all night if he needed to.]
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He thought he could fight harder tonight... but not at Natsuo's expense.
He gets the text and heads inside, steeling himself as he kicks his boots off and goes for his father's room. He tugs his hoodie off, along with his shirt, keeping it with him until he gets to the bedroom. He wants to be able to grab them and dart if Natsuo ends up coming back for some reason.
He undoes his belt, but that's about it, as he pushes his father's door open. ]
You wanted me to be like I am with my friend. He never forces me to get naked before he even lays eyes on me. But of course you ain't as good at this as he is.
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Enji is still dressed himself, wearing shirt and pants, with the fly open. Undressing for himself was never part of the deal.]
Fine. What else does your friend do?
[He was mildly curious, honestly. What was Touya's partners like? He knew his eldest was fucking around elsewhere, he could feel it when he had Dabi beneath him, taking in his cock.
He's willing to humor Dabi a little though.]
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His gaze darts around, taking it all in. Everything that has changed, everything that's different. His eyes fall on the bed very last, before moving back to his father. ]
Gives me somethin' to drink.
[ He mutters, then drags his fingers through his hair, stepping in all the way and closes the door, locking it. His hand stays on the lock a moment longer than it needs to, before he turns back around. ]
Gives me some painkillers, too.
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Touya wasn't running away just yet, after all. Good thing he cared for Natsuo.
Icy eyes keep focused on the villain before Enji nods his head to a cart behind Dabi. It was full of a variety of liquor, different types and brands. All very expensive. Enji already has himself a glass poured on the nightstand next to him.]
Take your pick.
[He states while reaching for the same nightstand, but going for a drawer, where he keeps different types of painkillers. As a hero working around the clock, sometimes he had to them just to relax and sleep. There's no time to be going to the doctors or hospital constantly. Painkillers were fine enough.
He grabs a bottle, hand outstretch towards Dabi of the drugs.]
What else?
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Hah. His father really is jealous of the other men who fuck him. It should make him feel good, but he's not feeling it right now.
It does help when Enji actually nods his head toward the alcohol cart. He remembers when he used to sneak some alcohol from that cart when he was younger- not often, but when he was in the worst kind of pain- and now he's being allowed to drink what he wants from it.
And then Enji surprises him even further by handing over a bottle of painkillers. He eyes the older man, taking the bottle from him and looks at the label before he opens it up and pours a few out into his hand. That should help a lot.
He knocks them back, then goes to the cart and slides his fingers long some of the bottles, pulling one out and pouring some into a glass. He knocks that back as well, then pours some more and puts the bottle aside, turning back to his father. ]
He sits back and relaxes. Gets comfortable in his chair. Doesn't order me around, just tells me what he'd like. He doesn't call me Touya.
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And, who knows, maybe he'll want to do this again sometime.
Enji does catch the way his son eyes him, no doubt a little unnerved. It's not like the hero worries. He knows Dabi won't kill himself on pills alone. The brat could have done that ages ago if he so desired. No. There's too much that his son wants to accomplish.
As soon as the villain swallows down both pills and liquor, Enji listens and, to his irritation, does decide to follow through with what his eldest commands. So, he leans back against the headboard of his bed, arms crossed, and eyes focused on the villain. He likes to use the name Touya, and that's the thorn at his side. However, this was Touya-no, Dabi's game.
All Enji was to do was play along and let his son do as he wished.]
Alright...Dabi.
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Whether it's with Enji or Giran, he always needs to take the edge off.
He expects some kind of retaliation even now, though. A backhand to the face, a big hand around his wrist, yanking him closer- but it doesn't happen. Instead, Enji does sit back on the bed and calls him Dabi.
Now he feels it. That little bit of victory. The smallest bit of relief. Is this really happening?
Dabi knocks back the entire rest of his drink in one go, just to make sure. Then he sets the glass down and moves his hands to his belt, unbuckling it. He undoes his pants after that, walking toward the bed, eyes on Enji. He lets out a breath, then drops his pants down before climbing onto the bed, crawling across it until he reaches his father and moves between his legs. ]
He tells me how good I look. How much he wants me.
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He knows it's not the same this way when in terms with Natsuo. He's sure those two fuck like they're married.
But, it's not who Dabi teased him with. No.
Frosty icy eyes watch the way Dabi unbuckles his belt, the pants starting to come undone after. It's slow. Too slow for Enji. But, he doesn't say anything, just watches. It's sensual, the way Dabi comes to the bed after, before those pants drop. Enji feels his breath hitch at that, holding onto all his patience to not jump his eldest and take what he wanted.
It's harder to resist when the villain comes crawling onto the bed, moving between his legs.
If it wasn't for those following words, he might have just given into taking, rather than playing this game. Enji forces his eyes to leave Dabi's body, to focus on his son's face as he silently repeats the words in is mind.]
...you're breathtaking. [Enji isn't one for compliments, not to anyone. Not even to his wife on their wedding day.] It's taking all my patience to not pin you down and fuck you.
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But no, here he is, trying to get this as close to what his last time with Giran was like. Maybe he wants his father to see and be jealous that this isn't what he gets all the time.
Of course there's more touching involved with the two of them. Giran always has his hands on him, making things feel fuzzy in his head. Dabi knows what Giran's Quirk is, and at times he's grateful he can forget. Anything to forget, especially when being taken advantage of is involved.
Now a days, he's done it so often that it's just something he does without thinking. Giran probably wouldn't even have to use his Quirk on him anymore- but he does, because there's that power. The same kind of power Enji tries with him, but not nearly as bad.
But despite what he's doing here tonight, he doesn't want to think of Giran. He doesn't want the two things to get intertwined in his head. Giran was something he likes to tell himself he got to choose. His father always forced everything on him. Even this. But Dabi's got his drinks and his pills, and they're settling nicely under his skin, taking a bit more of the itchy pain away.
A nice fuzziness settles into his veins, though he wonders how much of that has to do with Enji actually listening to him... and telling him what he wants to hear.
His eyes go dark and electric as he reaches out to undo his father's belt, pulling it out of the loops and tosses it to the side. Next is the button and the zipper, his head tilting to the side as Dabi watches him. ]
Aww, ya wouldn't wanna do that just yet. Then you'll miss out on what my mouth can do for you.
[He starts palming at the bulge in his father's underwear without hesitation, his other hand tugging the pants down a little more.]
Will you let me warm it up for you, Daddy?
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If he wasn't a full-time hero, he would consider locking Touya up and throwing away the key, just to keep his eldest from ever seeing anyone intimately again.
However, that's another thought for another day. Dabi is rewarded freedom at a cost, a system they both work with, despite how much his eldest son likes to bitch about it. Or, maybe, it's a system Enji likes for the time being. He knows well enough that Dabi hates it with a passion.
Not that the hero cared.
His breath stalls when nimble fingers begin to pull at his belt, freeing it from the loops and thrown somewhere in the room. It's not like Enji was focusing so much on that, but on the digits continuing their journey, going for his pants next.
A curse does manage to be held back to Touya's words, though. He knows exactly what that mouth can do-when he's forcing it down the youth's throat.
His cock begins to harden within Dabi's touch, all eager and no hesitation. Instead of reaching to take Touya, Enji grips the covers beneath him, sharp eyes narrowing in lust.]
Go ahead, Dabi. Do as you please.
[He almost calls the boy 'Touya', but reminds himself how his son prefers his villain name.]
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But for now at least, Enji grabs the sheets instead of grabbing at him. The older man may think he knows what Dabi's mouth can do, but it's a lot different when a cock is forced into his mouth, than when he goes at it himself. Maybe this time he'll get to show his father what he's missing by treating him like nothing more than a hole to fuck.
He palms at his father's cock as much as he can before the pants are off, and then he leans in and drags a long line up a sensitive vein that starts to bulge the harder Enji gets. He looks up at his father, locking eyes with him as he he keeps going, heating his mouth up before he sucks his cock into his mouth. He works his tongue around the head as well, swirling it around in a way he never does when this cock is just shoved into his mouth.
He wonders how patient Enji can be, but he makes sure the older man can feel each and every heated sensation before he starts bobbing his head down to suck in more of his cock. ]