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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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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.]

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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.

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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.

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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[ 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.

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[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.

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[ 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.

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If you try to take more than what you deserve... I get to destroy them all.

[A bit of an overkill but... Dabi has everything to gain from this. The only thing Shigaraki gets is the thrill of making Dabi uncomfortable but... even that shouldn't last long if this little therapy ends up working out.

Also, Shigaraki has backed off from the door, settling back down on the chair that he'd been knocked out of earlier. Dabi wins in silently getting him to stay.]

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I only ever take what I deserve.

[He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world, like some snotty, self entitled kid. Well, he's allowed too, isn't he? Maybe Shigaraki is rubbing off on him far too much.

When he moves back and sits, Dabi's glad he didn't even have to ask. Saves him one less comment about how needy he must be. He doesn't need this. It's just more entertaining this way. Boredom and entertainment. Their two codewords now.

Speaking of codewords.]

If I tell you to stop, you stop. If you don't, because you feel like getting too carried away, then I get a picture no matter what.

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Fine.

[He slumps in the chair because it is fair. There really is no arguing it when he can basically destroy all the photos if Dabi goes one photo above what he's allowed.]

Are we in agreement then?

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[ Dabi can control himself better than Shigaraki can, he knows it. He also knows that it would mean more discomfort for him, but he won't hesitate to use his flames if Shigaraki tries to push it too far. He won't be stunned into struggling like he was today.

Even just that small situation has made him less weak. Maybe it's because he knows Shigaraki won't try that shit again, not for a while anyway. ]

We are.

[He pushes away from the door and goes to sit back on his mattress, far more relaxed this time as he lays back against the wall. He may not want Shigaraki to leave, and he's finally got him to stay, but now... what? He's not inviting him to sleep here with him. He can't. Are they just going to talk? Spend a quiet night together? Dabi suddenly feels very uncomfortable with how intimate that seems.]

You should go shower, creep. You stink like jizz.

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I was going to but then you stopped me.

[He turns to where Dabi's laying in bed, a crooked smile on his face. But he does stand up, moving to loom over Dabi's mattress.]

It's almost like you didn't want me to leave.

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We had plans to make. Now we're done.

[He says plainly. So of course Shigaraki takes that as an invitation to get up and move closer. He's like a fucking child playing the opposites game, but Dabi isn't going to let it get to him this time. This is just the game they play.]

So what? You want to cuddle? There's no room for you here.

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Then make room.

[Cause he's sitting right down on the mattress, cum stained pants and all. You're welcome Dabi, this is absolutely everything you ever wanted. No need to thank Shigaraki.]

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[ He bites back a frustrated sound and clenches then unclenches his hands, feeling them get warmer. One day he's going to burn Shigaraki to ashes. One day, but not today. Today he can only imagine it. ]

You're such a vile creature. I can't fucking stand you.

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Heh.

[He makes himself nice and comfy next to Dabi. Luckily he's not in the mood to make the other that uncomfortable so he keeps his distance on the small mattress.]

I'll leave if you really want me to Dabi.

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[ Dabi just stares at him, long and hard. He should kick Shigaraki out right now. Tell him to leave. Instead, he lays down and moves himself against the wall, bored look on his face. ]

Whatever. I'm tired. I don't want to put up with one of your tantrums again. But you better stay on your side or I'll light you up.

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Get on my side and turn to dust, Dabi.

[Two can play that game, mister. But he does sit up.]

Maybe next time... with my gloves.

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I don't plan on getting on your side of anything.

[He says it, but he knows that when it comes to sides, he's on Shigaraki's more often than not. Even if he hates him. Or mostly dislikes him. Dabi dislikes him enough to still give him a wary look when he sits up. Thank fuck that he didn't get those gloves today.

Tomorrow though, he knows it'll be a different story.]

Next time, leave your creepy hand behind too. The two you have are more than enough.

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[Shigaraki's leaving this time, stopping at the door to stare at Dabi for a moment.]

Maybe. We'll see. [About leaving the hand behind.] Sleep well Dabi.

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Fuck off, Shigaraki.

[Dabi says in return, turning on his mattress so his back is facing the other man, much like last night. It's better this way. There's no reason for it to be anything more than it needs to be. Dabi is not as generous as Shigaraki when it comes to these things.

Tonight, though, he can't seem to sleep. Whether it's because of all the shit Shigaraki put him through today, or the prospect of what's coming tomorrow, he lays in bed tossing and turning for hours until he decides to give up and start on his job, finding more suitable recruits.]