creamation | (no subject)

[Head smirks at the way Shigaraki is already rubbing his arms, not from pain, but because it feels good. He can tell the difference by now... which should probably say something about the different kinds of pain and pleasure they give each other. ]

You know I do. I can give you more of a rundown of just how much, but you didn't seem to like that the other day.

[Dabi does give pause at Shigaraki's words, though. Well... shit. He doesn't want to admit that that's exactly what he was thinking. How Shigaraki can somehow help him overcome this weakness. He doesn't want to call it help.]

You'd like that, wouldn't you? In any case, you're not tying me up.

[That's for damn sure, Dabi won't even consider that, especially after today. And then, he's surprised that Shigaraki has noticed even more than that. He tries to ignore his arm and not draw any more attention to it, or that Shigaraki got it right]

And you think that makes me needy like you are?

It's because what you said was unbecoming and untrue. [Defensive much?] Tying you up? Please. You'd just burn through whatever I'd use.

[He's still rubbing his wrists when he turns to Dabi, staring hard at him. Shigaraki has that dangerous glint in his eyes that implies he's really hard at working thinking of something.]

I wonder what would work on you, Dabi. A reward system? [He leans in a little closer as if to really size Dabi up.] You're needy. You're the one who came to me after all. It's not my fault I ended up liking what you had to offer.

I know you lie to everyone else, but lying to yourself is pathetic.

[Dabi counters. They both know what he said was very true and the defensiveness is so obvious.]

Then what are you on about if you already know that won't work?

[He's... actually a little curious, but he still snorts.]

A reward system? I'm not a dog.

[He eyes Shigaraki as the other man leans closer]

Don't mistake boredom for neediness. That's all it was and you seemed the easiest.

I'd be offended but you saying I'm the easiest is more of a statement about yourself. Only needy people go for the easiest.

[Honestly he isn't mad. A little peeved? Definitely but it doesn't show. Any negative emotion from Shigaraki is hard to read since he's rubbing at his wrists still.]

No? But aren't you about as responsive to touch as a stray unruly dog? Maybe if you tolerate me touching you for a few minutes at a time, I'll be more open to more degenerative shit you like. If you can't meet the time mark then you won't get anything.

Or lazy people. I happen to be very lazy and this is a way to pass the time. I can find someone else to pass the time if that's what you really want.

[He threatens, because he isn't going to get labeled needy no matter how many times Shigaraki says it. He doesn't need this at all. Of course it might be different now that they've got an actual thing going. He really doesn't want to have to find someone else. Shigaraki, as much as he hates to admit it, is good for this. Or for him. Whatever.]

Shut up, you fucking creep. You act like I can't get everything I want from you already. That's not much of a reward. You say no and then you bend over and take it a minute later, so you're going to have to try harder than that.

I'll think of something.

[Shigaraki looks away, staring off into the distance. His fingers around his wrist gently rub at the raw skin. This would be a challenge; he's not exactly experienced in sex or handling issues of intimacy. He had his own issues that weren't easily solved thanks to his quirk.]

But it'll be hard not knowing what's causing that irritable tic of yours.

[ Dabi is curious as to what Shigaraki will come up with. He probably would have tried to do it regardless of a reward system, but this definitely makes things more interesting and even though he's scoffing about it to Shigaraki's face, he has a feeling it might work.

It would be good for him, as much he hates it. It's what he wanted and somehow, Shigaraki figured it out. Heh. He's not as irritated about it as he thought he would be, now that it isn't being rubbed in his face. ]

It's not an irritable tic. I just don't like it. There's nothing else you need to know.

What don't you like about it?

[You give this man an inch, he'll try to take a mile. Shigaraki doesn't bother looking back at Dabi so there's a bit of a carefree air to the question and he's not exactly expecting an answer anyways. Dabi's good at avoiding answers and skirting around the topic.]

You like sucking my cock but you don't like being touched? It's a peculiar conundrum you've got there Dabi.

It disgusts me.

[That's the only answer he gives, because he knows Shigaraki will just use anything else against him. That's what they do to each other all the time. ]

Well, I have to pleasure myself somehow, don't I? Other people's flesh doesn't bother me. And mine? Well, it hasn't really been all that much of a problem. Most people don't give a shit about reciprocating. Some of the ones who wouldn't take no for an answer are dead now.

[He finally drops his hands into his lap, rubbing at the new scar on his arm. He says it hasn't been all that much of a problem, but sometimes it has, and those times are enough to get to him, much like today did. ]

Disgusts you how?

[It's like a kid asking why the sky is blue and then asking additional questions based off one tidbit of an answer. Sooner or later Dabi's gotta give in to his persistent questions, right?]

It's been nothing but a problem since you've come to me, Dabi. If my arms didn't feel so heavy, I'd prove my point right now.

[He could but he's not going to. Shigaraki already dealt with Dabi's own tantrum earlier when he stormed out of the room.]

You like being handled roughly but you don't like gentle touches and sometimes you can't even handle rough touches. [He hums thoughtfully.] And you don't want to work with a reward system.

It makes me want to puke and light people on fire.

[Which might not be the answer Shigaraki is looking for, but Dabi is going to evade for as long as humanly possible. If Shigaraki is waiting for him to cave, he's going to have to wait a long time.]

It's only been a problem because I can't kill you. Though you're starting to make me weigh the option.

[Dabi narrows his eyes, tempted to shove Shigaraki off the damn couch. Instead, he gets up himself, going over to his mattress- a regular one on the floor, instead of a rolled up one from the closet- and grabs a pack of cigarettes from under his pillow, sitting down there instead. He doesn't want Shigaraki to get any ideas to prove his point, and this conversation is making him want a cigarette more than having an orgasm did.]

I didn't say I wouldn't work with a reward system. I said find something better to reward me with, if you think you're so damn smart. Anyway, there's no reason for you to touch me gently, is there?

Why do you want to puke? [Not giving up, sorry Dabi.]

The thing is Dabi, I don't know what's rewarding to you. [He watches as the other moves to the mattress.] I'm sure there's something you want? No? Unless you're saying what we have now is all you've ever fantasized about.

[There's gotta be some humiliating thing Shigaraki hasn't done that Dabi would let him be touched for.]

Or maybe I ought to just force you to get used to being touched. You like it when I choke you. I could just choke you and touch you little bit little.

Because it's disgusting.

[Not getting any answers, sorry Shigaraki.]

I told you, I'm not needy. I'm a simple guy. What we're doing is just fine. I don't want anything I can't have.

[He's not even sure if he's being difficult, or if that's the truth. He doesn't really fantasize about anything. He just does what comes to him when he wants to do it. Fantasies are just annoying.

But he does like it when Shigaraki chokes him. He probably wouldn't mind other painful things while he gets touched as well, because that he can take.]

You could get a little more creative than just choking.

[He's right back where he started and honestly what did Shigaraki expect?]

Huuhh. You're being difficult on purpose.

[Creative huh? He thinks. What could he, the virgin, do that was creative. There's a lot of things that come to mind that could hurt Dabi. A lot of them seem too tedious or things Dabi would be able to get out of easily. Damn fire quirks.]

I could pick out all of those little staples of yours. One by one. [Too tedious with Shigaraki's fuckhands mcmike status.] Or I could just fuck you hard into your mattress.

I'm just difficult by nature, it's not really on purpose.

[He blows the smoke from his cigarette in Shigaraki's direction, letting his legs hang off the edge of the mattress, crossing them at the ankle. This is an irritating conversation, but he's trying to stay relaxed.

The thing about hurting Dabi is, if he wants it, he wouldn't use his fire quirk against it. Maybe if Shigaraki got him mad, but even then, he wouldn't throw a tantrum the way Shigaraki does.]

Would you really have the patience to pick them out? I doubt it.

[But the next suggestion... well that's different. He very nearly laughs]

You want to fuck me? You wouldn't even know where to start.

[Except... that's something he's never done either. He knows the ins and outs of it of course, but he's never let anyone get that close. Far too much touching, way too much closeness. ]

[The smoke doesn't bother him one bit. He's dealt with worse vices and has his own- namely alcohol and whatever this 'boredom' thing has become.]

No. But that's what would make it hurt wouldn't it? [Shigaraki no!] It shouldn't be too hard to learn the basics, everyone does it all the time now, don't they?

[Shigaraki shifts on the couch, laying down as he continues to talk. He's still relaxed but his hand starts to scratch at his neck- only to stop because of the bruise swelling from Dabi's sucking.]

Think about it. It's a pretty close and personal act. Of course I'll have to wear those gloves you get me.

[ This thing that they have really is a worse vice than smoking. It's more dangerous and a hell of a lot more hazardous to their health. But neither of them wants to stop, it seems. Even when they protest, they just keep going on with it. ]

I pick them out all the time. It doesn't hurt that much.

[He picks them out and shoves them back in. It's a habit by now, but not one he does in front of others... much like most of the things he does.]

I'm not letting you fuck me, mophead. Not a chance.

[He thinks it would take him some time to work up to that. Not that he's considering it. He isn't. Is he? He isn't fucking considering it, especially with Shigaraki.]

Edgy and here you are telling me how disgusting I am for picking at my neck.

[After laying on the couch for a bit, he moves to stand up again, heading over to the chair with his precious hand. He grabs it carefully before heading over to the door.]

Guess we're back to square one then. [He pauses at the door.] Can't promise I'll have a solution tomorrow but I'll try to think of something that won't scare you.

That's different.

[Dabi's eyes follow Shigaraki as he stands, grabbing the hand and goes to leave. This has been the worst part about everything. Dabi kind of wants to tell him to stay. It's maddening.

He jams his cigarette out against the floor and stands, heading over to the door as well, then leans against it before Shigaraki can open it and leave. He eyes the other man, then crosses his arms.]

What about something that scares you? That would be fair, wouldn't it? We trade.

[He backs off a little, glaring at the other for blocking his exit.]

Nothing scares me, Dabi.

[That's the biggest lie he's ever convinced anyone of. There are plenty of things that scare him. Namely that hand he calls father- if something were to happen to it. But... that's not a fair trade nor is it ever something Shigaraki would offer up for Dabi just to be able to touch him.]

[Dabi smiles crookedly, leaning in a little just like Shigaraki did to him on the couch. Trying to pick him apart, or get in his head. They're both the same thing really, and they're both so eager to do it to each other. ]

That's complete bullshit and you know it.

[He does glance down at the hand Shigaraki holds so dear, but he knows that won't work. He's not stupid. But he does know, and he wants Shigaraki to be sure that he knows. ]

A picture. For each compromising position you're in. On your back, on your knees, your hands tied, whatever. I get a picture and you get to touch me. I wont even show anyone. That can be my reward.

[It's this constant back and forth cat and mouse game that pisses Shigaraki off. He understands why they do it but... it's frustrating. Dabi's gaze on the hand isn't unnoticed either, and he glowers at the other for even thinking about that possibility.]

I thought you didn't want rewards.

[ Dabi hasn't grown frustrated with it yet. It doesn't bother him, because nine out of ten times, he's the one who ends up getting the upper hand. It's hard to get frustrated in that case. For Shigaraki though, he gets it. He only smiles wider at the glower. ]

What I said was that you should come up with a better one. But we can go with yours if you want. Degenerative shit, you called it, right? I don't really see the difference here.

Edited 2018-07-12 06:48 (UTC)

[He forcibly breathes through his nose, trying to remain calm.]

For every fifteen minutes I get to touch you nonstop, you can have one picture of your choice. If you can't last fifteen minutes, you don't get your picture. Of course if you last thirty minutes nonstop, maybe I'll consider giving you three

[And they're going to be taken on a polaroid. Shigaraki isn't letting Dabi carry around that shit on his phone... a polaroid isn't any better but god damn at least there's no risk in accidentally sending it out to everyone. He thinks the time is fair given that one of their little sexual mishaps usually times around ten minutes. Fifteen might be an overkill but... Dabi's gotta learn.]

I'll let you have the first picture if you can last ten minutes. I'm generous like that.

Edited 2018-07-12 06:54 (UTC)

[ In seems like a very long amount of time. Irritatingly long, but Dabi won't argue it. He knows better than that and doesn't want Shigaraki to accuse him of complaining again, or being too pathetic to even be touched for fifteen minutes. The thing about Dabi getting the upper hand more often is that he picks his battles and doesn't give as much ammunition as Shigaraki does.

Plus, this is what Dabi wants. The faster he can deal with it the better. He's gone on like this for long enough.

And of course, polaroids. Dabi wouldn't want anything less. He's already thinking of where he's going to grab one of those cameras from and where he'll stash the pictures once they're taken. ]

Your generosity moves me. I accept.