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Shigaraki’s legs buckled and he fell backward, but Spinner was just there to catch him, his arm quickly securing him around his shoulders. Looking at Shigaraki’s face he seemed unconscious already, and so Spinner debated the best way to carry his sleeping, exhausted leader the final way to their lodging, until he bent his knees and picked him up bridal style, carrying Shigaraki’s worryingly light frame in his arms.
“Woah,” Shigaraki, dazed and incredulous, murmured. Awake, then, and suddenly embracing Spinner’s neck, burying his face in it.
“Shi-shigaraki?!”
Face running hot, Spinner stuttered, feeling Shigaraki’s warm, stinking breath against his throat. Feeling his tongue run along a vein, over the scales – feeling dry lips push down in a kiss.
He almost dropped him, when next, Shigaraki only barely mumbled out, loud and clear:
“Bed.”
“Bed?!”
Spinner was sweating, far more than he’d done during every single bout against ‘Machia, more than when he fought to keep this man safe during their war against the Meta Liberation Army, more than any other point in his life, surely, at the scandalous implication. His arms tightened around his leader. “You mean… I mean…”
Leaning back his head to get a better look at Shigaraki’s expression, he realised then that he’d fallen asleep. Right, of course, that’s why he needed a bed.
Embarrassed at his reaction, and needing to deal with what the misinterpretation had caused on his own as soon as possible, he stormed off with Shigaraki secured in his arms to find a bed at a hasty pace. But when he found a simple cot in one of doctor Ujiko’s facilities, he was gentle as he lowered Shigaraki onto it, careful not to disturb him.
Just as he’d snuck his hands out from under him and turned his back however, Shigaraki’s deathly hand shot out and grabbed him by his scarf, and before Spinner could realise what was going on Shigaraki used his last strength to pull him back down. He hovered on all four over Shigaraki’s exhausted body – until his face was pulled downward further, and dry, chapped lips pressed against his mouth.
Shigaraki licked him up his beak, to right between his nostrils.
“H-hey!”
Breathing heavily, Spinner shot up, tearing himself away but winning only a few centimetres, with Shigaraki’s arms lazily locked around his neck.
“What are you…?” He swallowed and felt sweat running down his face, close to dripping.
His eyes would focus on Shigaraki’s lips, blistered and scarred as they were, but he couldn’t ignore the way Shigaraki’s eyes were almost closed, his glazed over pupils, the dark circles around the dark circles.
Finally pulling away, he settled on the side of the bed instead, back to his leader.
Shigaraki, mysterious and difficult as ever, dragged a single finger down Spinner’s spine – it was a light touch, but he felt it through his protective vest beneath his skin.
“Spinner…” Shigaraki nearly croaked out his name, like he meant to say more but was physically unable to. Yet he managed to defy his body yet again.
“Damn…” he continued, hoarser than ever, “I think… I’m too tired to even get it up…”
Like a chameleon, all of Spinner’s scales shifted from green to red. He didn’t know what to say, couldn’t think of anything but Shigaraki’s finger on his tailbone. But he tried.
“I should go.”
“Stay,” immediately, Shigaraki said – more of an order than a suggestion. “You can… lie down… yeah...”
Spinner swallowed again. Awkwardly shuffling around on the small one man bed, he managed to just fit between Shigaraki and the edge – with one arm hanging over the side, reaching the floor. Lying shoulder to shoulder, their normal height difference was erased. Looking to his right he saw Shigaraki’s face so close to his.
“Go, go to sleep,” he told Shigaraki when their eyes met. He tried to have any sort of authority but knew that it fell flat. The fact that he didn’t even want his own words heeded was proof enough of that.
“Mm…”
The life in Shigaraki’s eyes kept flitting in and out. He grasped with his hand, the back of his palm brushing against Spinner’s knuckles, until he grabbed it with more certainty. Of course, not with all five fingers – but Spinner couldn’t even feel which one was missing, as they closed around his. Calloused, large, surprisingly warm.
He squeezed it back.
It didn’t take long after that for Shigaraki to start snoring. And although Spinner was unimaginably turned on, disgustingly sweaty, fully clothed and only halfway onto the bed, holding hands with Shigaraki Tomura, he couldn’t remember a time when he was more comfortable.