[Dabi gets there early enough to scout the place out. it's one of his shittier hideouts so he's not too torn up about losing it tonight. he doesn't trust coming back here after this.
if this even happens.
he's willing to bet Shoto will chicken out, or stick by his morals. something ridiculous like that. then again, Dabi is pretty sure shit like this is in their blood. seems like this is Shoto's first time, though, and that definitely makes this even better.
the place leaves much to be desired. it's like any abandoned building would be. dirty, run down- at least there's a worn out mattress in the corner, but Dabi has other ideas as he waits.]
[Each step took Shouto deeper into the darker side of town, the perfect area for villain activity that wasn't as highly monitored by heroes. And the deeper he trekked, the more he questioned if this was the right thing to do.
Well... perhaps 'right' wasn't the right word, more so an instinctual need that kept moving him forward without turning back. Was it the draw of the taboo of it all? Or perhaps something deeper ingrained that craved the attention from his older brother that he always wanted, but could never have. Even as a child all he wished to do was reach out, but something, or someone, always got in the way.
Once he reached what he assumed was the right building (double checking the address once again), dilapidated and abandoned as expected, he paused for the first time since going. But it was just for a moment. He squeezed through a rusted door on its last hinges before taking the flights of creaky stairs to where he assumed his brother would be waiting for him.]
[ dabi can hear shoto's arrival in the distance. he's good at picking up on sounds. something he learned early on in life out of fear. he could tell every footstep, every way the door downstairs opened and closed, every creek of the floorboards.
he listens for other sounds as well, but he only hears shoto. dabi wonders just how fucked up his brother is to be coming over here for this. as fucked up as he is, he supposes.
he goes to wait just outside the doorway that leads into the tiny apartment, leaning casually against the wall as he watches and wait for shoto to appear at the top of the stairs. he's curious to see how his brother dressed for the ocassion. ]
[With each creaky step and pained wood under his foot, Shouto expected something else to jump out at him besides a couple rats that scurried into dark corners. Like it or not, he was putting himself into a very vulnerable position. And while it could go both ways with a hero ambush, the ball was mostly in Dabi's court.
The stairwell felt like it went on forever, but once he finally reached the top step, the silhouette of his brother came into view, leaning almost too casually against the door frame and blending in with the darkness. Unlike himself who stood out in his lighter wear.]
Well... I guess this place didn't make it to code.
[ he can't help the flare of anger and hatred that swells up inside of him when he sees his brother. maybe it's just a natural reaction by now. it's all he tends to remember anymore, when it comes to shoto.
he does try to push it down though, because he's curious about other things tonight. he's curious just how far his precious little brother will go. ]
Hey, this is one'a my better places. Don't knock it. At least it's got a bed. Well... a mattress.
[The rise of emotions was like the brush near an open flame, brief but lingering. Shouto might have been a little too young to remember the near death experiences, but knows how it feels now after multiple run-ins from the opposite sides.
This time though, he was running towards his brother without a hand to hold him back, and at the risk of getting burned more than he can imagine.]
Kinda surprised you even have that much.
[Not that he intended the first time to be up against a wall or something, but he wouldn't put it past Dabi.]
[ dabi doesn't know what shoto remembers and what he doesn't, and he tells himself he doesn't really care. if things had been different he might've, but this is how they are now.
and yet, he's not burning his brother alive just yet. maybe not at all tonight. this is a strange truce they have going on just for the sake of... whatever this is. curiosity, most likely. ]
Well, only the best shithole for my little brother.
[shoto shouldn't put it past dabi at all, because he doesn't invite his brother in just yet. he moves forward, head tilted as he circles shoto, much like a cat would circle its prey. he reaches out, running his fingers through the white strands of his brother's hair. ]
Come on in, Shoto.
[he shoves at shoto's back, pushing him towards the half open door.]
[It's true that those early years are a blur, if not completely erased. Most of what Shouto remembered from his childhood was being scared, angry, lonely, and in pain, all emotions that mostly stemmed from his father. There were fragments that came now and then of anger that wasn't directed at himself or his mother, but they were so weak and fleeting that nothing could ever be pieced.
Now that he's older and finally surrounded by people who care, it's hard to go back to phantoms of the past, as dim as they are. But he also knows that whatever has been darkly brewing under the surface was something that his friends wouldn't be able to cull. He needed to know.]
Honored.
[The dry family snark seemed to at least be inherited. Shouto raised a brow though once he realized that Dabi wasn't letting him through, instead inspecting and circling him like a vulture who found a dead carcass. He flinched as a burnt hand reached towards his hair, taking all of himself to not knock the hand away in defiance. Not that it mattered, Dabi did the rest.
The shove startled him, stumbling forward a couple steps through the entry way into the room. One way to be invited.]
[ dabi wishes he didn't remember everything he does from his childhood, but it's all staring him in the face every single day. it's sickening how shoto doesn't even know the half of it and how he probably doesn't believe what dabi told the world.
dabi can't escape from him past. he doesn't have people who care. he had gotten tired of wishing and hoping for that a long time ago.
he snorts when shoto flinches, and mutters something about being a shitty hero under his breath. he's going to have a lot of fun here tonight, it seems. he can already tell how new his little brother is at this. ]
Hmmm... what, do ya like it gentle?
[dabi kicks the door closed with his boot as he follows inside, then instead of that light touch to shoto's hair like before, dabi grabs a fist full of it and yanks shoto's head back, stepping in to press up against his back and slide his arm around his brother's middle.]
[It took a lot in him to remember that he did initiate this meeting, that he was the one that decided to break the blockade between hero and villain, brother and brother. It was just difficult to get out of certain mindsets after being drilled into him all the differences. Ones that Dabi-- Touya brought forth in his call out of their family, the catalyst that started all of this.
Still, it would be correct in thinking that this was new to him. Siblings aside, just allowing an intimate closeness of anyone was limited to a very few amount of people.]argh!
[He grits his teeth as his head is yanked back, feeling the heat of his brother against his backside as more than just the touch of another person. And somehow... it wasn't the worst thing he's felt.]
[ dabi isn't sure why he expects a little more resistance... maybe because this is new and he's a villain first and foremost. that's aside from the whole brother thing, which apparently isn't even close to being a problem.
but there is none, and shoto even eggs him on, so dabi doesn't wait any longer, hand sliding down to rub against his brother's groin as pulls him back towards the wall, still leading him by the hair.
once they reach it, dabi turns them, pushing shoto against it to press his face against the wall, squeezing his cock. ]
All this time and you're still a virgin. Can't believe Daddy never stuffed his dick into your tight, precious hole. Good thing for me though, I guess.
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[Dabi gets there early enough to scout the place out. it's one of his shittier hideouts so he's not too torn up about losing it tonight. he doesn't trust coming back here after this.
if this even happens.
he's willing to bet Shoto will chicken out, or stick by his morals. something ridiculous like that. then again, Dabi is pretty sure shit like this is in their blood. seems like this is Shoto's first time, though, and that definitely makes this even better.
the place leaves much to be desired. it's like any abandoned building would be. dirty, run down- at least there's a worn out mattress in the corner, but Dabi has other ideas as he waits.]
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Well... perhaps 'right' wasn't the right word, more so an instinctual need that kept moving him forward without turning back. Was it the draw of the taboo of it all? Or perhaps something deeper ingrained that craved the attention from his older brother that he always wanted, but could never have. Even as a child all he wished to do was reach out, but something, or someone, always got in the way.
Once he reached what he assumed was the right building (double checking the address once again), dilapidated and abandoned as expected, he paused for the first time since going. But it was just for a moment. He squeezed through a rusted door on its last hinges before taking the flights of creaky stairs to where he assumed his brother would be waiting for him.]
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he listens for other sounds as well, but he only hears shoto. dabi wonders just how fucked up his brother is to be coming over here for this. as fucked up as he is, he supposes.
he goes to wait just outside the doorway that leads into the tiny apartment, leaning casually against the wall as he watches and wait for shoto to appear at the top of the stairs. he's curious to see how his brother dressed for the ocassion. ]
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The stairwell felt like it went on forever, but once he finally reached the top step, the silhouette of his brother came into view, leaning almost too casually against the door frame and blending in with the darkness. Unlike himself who stood out in his lighter wear.]
Well... I guess this place didn't make it to code.
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he does try to push it down though, because he's curious about other things tonight. he's curious just how far his precious little brother will go. ]
Hey, this is one'a my better places. Don't knock it. At least it's got a bed. Well... a mattress.
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This time though, he was running towards his brother without a hand to hold him back, and at the risk of getting burned more than he can imagine.]
Kinda surprised you even have that much.
[Not that he intended the first time to be up against a wall or something, but he wouldn't put it past Dabi.]
Gonna invite me in?
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and yet, he's not burning his brother alive just yet. maybe not at all tonight. this is a strange truce they have going on just for the sake of... whatever this is. curiosity, most likely. ]
Well, only the best shithole for my little brother.
[shoto shouldn't put it past dabi at all, because he doesn't invite his brother in just yet. he moves forward, head tilted as he circles shoto, much like a cat would circle its prey. he reaches out, running his fingers through the white strands of his brother's hair. ]
Come on in, Shoto.
[he shoves at shoto's back, pushing him towards the half open door.]
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Now that he's older and finally surrounded by people who care, it's hard to go back to phantoms of the past, as dim as they are. But he also knows that whatever has been darkly brewing under the surface was something that his friends wouldn't be able to cull. He needed to know.]
Honored.
[The dry family snark seemed to at least be inherited. Shouto raised a brow though once he realized that Dabi wasn't letting him through, instead inspecting and circling him like a vulture who found a dead carcass. He flinched as a burnt hand reached towards his hair, taking all of himself to not knock the hand away in defiance. Not that it mattered, Dabi did the rest.
The shove startled him, stumbling forward a couple steps through the entry way into the room. One way to be invited.]
What the hell--?
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dabi can't escape from him past. he doesn't have people who care. he had gotten tired of wishing and hoping for that a long time ago.
he snorts when shoto flinches, and mutters something about being a shitty hero under his breath. he's going to have a lot of fun here tonight, it seems. he can already tell how new his little brother is at this. ]
Hmmm... what, do ya like it gentle?
[dabi kicks the door closed with his boot as he follows inside, then instead of that light touch to shoto's hair like before, dabi grabs a fist full of it and yanks shoto's head back, stepping in to press up against his back and slide his arm around his brother's middle.]
Too fuckin' bad.
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Still, it would be correct in thinking that this was new to him. Siblings aside, just allowing an intimate closeness of anyone was limited to a very few amount of people.]argh!
[He grits his teeth as his head is yanked back, feeling the heat of his brother against his backside as more than just the touch of another person. And somehow... it wasn't the worst thing he's felt.]
Then... what're you waiting for?
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but there is none, and shoto even eggs him on, so dabi doesn't wait any longer, hand sliding down to rub against his brother's groin as pulls him back towards the wall, still leading him by the hair.
once they reach it, dabi turns them, pushing shoto against it to press his face against the wall, squeezing his cock. ]
All this time and you're still a virgin. Can't believe Daddy never stuffed his dick into your tight, precious hole. Good thing for me though, I guess.