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It was a quiet night in the bar.
Tomura usually preferred to play alone in his room, door locked and headphones on, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted it to be silent.
There needed to be some sort of background noise so he wouldn’t get lost in his thoughts, the squeaky sound of shot glasses being cleaned behind the bar, muffled radio playing something old and elegant in the guest room, sometimes he heard people laughing, or playing poker. Even the upbeat (and horrible) singing felt comforting. Those kinda normal noises made the bar feel alive in a way.
Now it felt quieter than ever, it had been that way ever since Magne died. Silencing everything completely. For a brief moment, the whole league seemed to die with her.
Mr. Compress lost his arm that day too, now having to waste all of his free time with Dr. Ujiko, he ended up taking the radio with him. And with that, even the old-timey music faded away.
It was like that for a short while, still way too long for everyone to handle by themselves.
So when Mr. Compress got back, with him came a new sound. A creak from his metallic arm as he raised a much-needed bottle, bringing life to a fresh laugh, timid as it was, made the cold corners warm again.
Everyone in their own ways made the place feel like home again.
Even Tomura found himself in the living room with the others more often, sometimes even without father on his face.
Not that he ever joined to talk or drink with them, but just playing without headphones and listening to everyone laugh together felt good, really good.
Shigaraki hoped that these were the allies sensei had hoped him to find, and this warm feeling was the reason why he had needed them in the first place.
For the first time, he had succeeded in beating the level with someone else on his side than sensei. This was the reward.
Then Kurogiri got caught.
And the warm feeling in Tomuras chest was long gone. No, not gone, it had just gotten way stronger, the warmth had spread all over his body and began to burn, making everything itchy and cloudy again, the anger he was so used to was back.
It was strangely comforting, similar to how freezing cold water feels when you have stood in it long enough.
Though this time he couldn’t get out even if he wanted to, the ice had made its way around his throat. Making every breath feel hard and cold.
It itched worse than it had in a long time, Tomura thought as he tried to turn his switch on, new scratch marks littering his scarred neck after countless failed attempts.
He was holed up in his room again, only this time around Kurogiri weren’t there to check upon him, and the other members of the league were on a mission, leaving him in the bar completely alone.
Shigaraki wasn’t even sure what he had sent the others to do, but they wouldn’t be gone for long anymore. Maybe an hour, or two if they stayed to fight.
So when Shigaraki heard a loud crash and a groan downstairs, he immediately dropped his switch on the ground, swung his legs off the bed, and began to pull himself together.
Someone might be hurt.
Toga? No, she was a fast runner and hardly ever got hurt on missions.
Maybe Twice? But if twice was hurt, Toga would already be screaming.
Spinner was too proud to admit being hurt, so they wouldn't have been in such a hurry.
Mr. Compress maybe, but he was still mostly on the lookout on missions due to the quirk affecting injury. So that was unlikely too.
Then there was the risk of some stranger finding a way to the league’s base, if that was the case he was stupid for making so much noise when entering.
As Tomura shook his head, clearing his thoughts and bracing himself to open the door, the sound of shattering glass echoed from the bar, now accompanied by the smell of burning flesh and cigarette smoke.
Right, Dabi. He had been living somewhere, probably on the streets for a while again, not bothering to go on small, “unimportant” missions with the others. Barely ever even showing his face in here anymore.
Maybe the loss of Kurogiri really had made Dabi feel something and he just needed space. But that didn’t explain why he was here now, breaking into Kurogiris bar cabinets in the middle of the night.
At first, Tomura decided to just stay in bed, wait for Dabi to leave, and then go check on how bad the damage was downstairs.
But those were Kurogiris bottles, and the ones in the glass cabinet where Dabi had seemingly broken into, were his favorites, the ones which nobody was allowed to touch.
With that in mind, Shigaraki pulled on a hoodie to somewhat hide his face, it didn’t really cover as much as he would have wanted to, but Dabi had already seen him like this.
Besides If he would just quickly force Dabi out of the door and lock the cabinets, he wouldn’t need father. This was fine. He would be back in the safety of his room in a couple of minutes anyway.
As Tomura quietly walked down the stairs, he saw Dabi, cigarette between his lips, opening up an expensive bottle of wine, or champagne, Shigaraki didn’t really drink, he couldn’t tell the brands apart.
All he knew, was that the bottle now in Dabi’s hands, was something Kurogiri had kept proudly in the locked glass cabinet ever since Tomura was little. Probably for sentimental reasons or the price.
Smoke pooled around Dabi as a smug grin stretched the staples on his cheeks. One of them looked like it was going to fall off at any given time when he spoke up.
“Heya boss didn’t know you were still alive.”
Tomura felt the familiar anger flare up once again in his chest. Did the NPC bastard really think he could act like that in here, casually ruining the only things that Kurogiri had left behind.
“Fuck off patchwork, and get your hands off that bottle, it’s Kurogiris.”
Tomura really didn’t have the patience to reason with Dabi, nor did he have the stamina to fight.
So when Dabi glanced down at the bottle pausing to think, and then looking right back at him, Tomura felt a wave of relief wash over him.
Maybe just this once Dabi could give in and leave, maybe he was tired too and just wanted a place to stay for the night, maybe Tomura had been too aggressive, he tried to act nicer towards his allies, maybe-
Shigarakis' thoughts were cut off when he saw the green bottle shine in the air when the dim light reflected off it.
“Catch!” Dabi yelled like he was throwing a ball for a dog.
Tomura being the dog, caught the bottle, relieved that it didn’t shatter on the floor.
He could still make a drink for Kurogiri when he would return, this was his most valued brand after all. It would be a perfect welcoming gift now that it was opened already anyway.
And then it fell to the ground, not as sharp shards, but as dust. The last thing he had left from Kurogiri was slipping through his own fingers. He had destroyed it. Not Dabi, it was Shigaraki’s fault now.
“Aw, now it’s not Kurogiris anymore, now is it, boss. Must be hard for him to get back from the grave to find out you destroyed his shit”
Dabi’s grin widened as he watched his boss get on the ground and try to fix what was left behind, it just made the dust spread on the floor even more.
At first, he thought he heard Shigaraki say something, but as he saw him ran a hand through the messy curls, unaware that the motion pushed his hood off too. Shigarakis' eyes were glistening.
“Wait are you actually crying, I know your childish and all but now you’re just being pathetic”
Actually, as Dabi got a better look at his boss, he didn’t look half as bad. Kinda cute actually, and much better as blood started to drip between his fingers and the tears made his face flushed.
Ignoring the muffled sobs and cursing Dabi got closer, now standing over his crying leader.
“Fuck off, I hate you, get out”
“Get out!”
Threats like that from a guy who could kill anyone in a matter of seconds would probably be intimidating if the said guy wouldn’t be angrily crying over a broken wine bottle.
In a way, It was almost comedic how hard he still tried to act tough. Stupid fuck didn’t probably even notice how close Dabi had gotten, and how he didint even try to hide the fact that he was getting hard from this.
The boss was always stupid that way, sure Shigaraki was smart, very smart actually. Beating games in hard mode on his first try, coming up with foolproof plans in minutes, and so on, but all that was strictly just strategic thinking, when it came to any type of social situation, he was completely unaware of how humans worked.
Like now, when Dabis warm hands pushed him to the ground and pinned his waist down with his knees, the only thing Tomura seemed to care about was how Dabi smelled like burning corpses. Ranting about useless stuff, throwing half-assed insults between every line.
It was only when Dabi had pinned his wrists together, making any sort of quirk usage useless, that Tomura realized he wasn’t winning anymore. Not that he ever was.
That made him finally trash around, trying to get the upper hand, simultaneously attempting to cover his face, red and covered with dried tears.
Really the only thing that he managed to do, was make Dabi harder, constantly rubbing his hips against his crotch when attempting to get his hands free, so from Tomura’s perspective, it was just making his situation worse.
When the body under him had relaxed a little, Dabi opened up his mouth again.
“Do you know what’s happening right now”
The question made Shigarakis' expression change, confusion spreading on his face as he tried to figure out what Dabi meant, was it a test or a genuine question.
After a moment he decided to answer truthfully, unaware if he had just missed something or if there were some other meaning behind Dabi’s words.
“We are fighting-, over the bottle, because you were an asshole and couldn’t fucking listen to me.”
Shigaraki finished, sounding more confident as his eyes scanned Dabis face to know if he had got it right, the angry expression from before slowly taking over.
That was at least until he felt Dabi’s hips roll down, groan escaping from his lips as he did so.
“And now Shigaraki? What are we doing now?”
Tomura had gotten completely still, uncharacteristically he started to blush.
Dabi could have sworn that the boss would just say that they are fucking or something similarly straightforward and rude.
"Stop grinning like that I’m not doing anything, you- uh I don’t know"
But no, his boss was under him, squirming and awkwardly explaining that he really didn't know.
Shigaraki trailed on
"If this is a test or-, I don’t know, a new move or something, can you at least let me go, I swear Im not gonna kill you"
It was so weirdly amusing to watch Japan's most powerful villain look like a clueless teenager, and definitely more arousing than fighting a deadly twenty-year-old.
So Dabi pushed more.
"Shigs, you know your kinda cute when you act all innocent"
To further show what he meant, Dabi slid his other hand away from Shigaraki's wrists, and right between their bodies, playing with his boss’s pants, tugging them down inch by inch.
"I- uh what are you doing?"
Maybe now, Tomura was starting to catch on to Dabis intentions, at least his face went red, and he squirmed harder against Dabis rough hands, it didn’t really do much though, mainly just made the skinny pants slide off even easier.
Dabi grabbed Shigaraki’s cock, while still remaining under his boxers, it was already getting hard.
"S-stop, stop Dabi get off"
Weak protests were barely enough to make the blue eyes glance at his face, flushed and lips squeezed shut from embarrassment, pathetic honestly.
He was still trying to stop his body from trembling and small noises from coming from his mouth. Dabi’s other knee slightly rubbing against Shigarakis crotch every time he moved wasn’t helping at all.
"Hey Dabi please stop, I can- I can buy you more alcohol or something, please get off"
It was impressive how Tomura still tried to protest against the strict hold, every time he even got close to moving his hands, Dabi made little flames from his palms, burning Shigaraki's wrists a little more each time.
"stop the squirming you're making this hurt more, blushing like a virgin bitch"
that made Shigaraki go silent, and surprisingly limp under Dabi.
"no I’m not- I just haven't really uh had anyone, you know, I mean sensei did but not like that"
oh, the big boss was actually a virgin, Dabi had meant it just as a joke but this revelation made him more excited, who knew Shigaraki would be so innocent under all those scars and red angry eyes.
"Well if you beg I can go slow, boss"
Dabi muttered to his ear, bending his neck to lick and bite the fresh scratch wounds, making them bleed again.
"get off, I'm not begging."
not that Dabi had expected Tomura to beg anyway, this was still fun and kept getting better when he had pulled Shigaraki's boxers fully down, he was hard, almost as hard as Dabi. And all because of a couple of light touches.
The scarred hands trailed down, and then back up, painfully slow, barely even touching skin.
Dabi’s spit was red, mixed with the blood from biting the self-inflicted wounds on Shigaraki's neck, he licked his fingers getting them wet and bloody, gaining a disgusted stare from Shigaraki.
That changed quickly, Tomuras lips pressed together to hold back any embarrassing noises, as Dabi went straingt down, not bothering to even say anything, just immedetly starting to stretch his hole, spit barely making it easier.
"you can scream you know, or moan if you really need to"
Teasing him was almost as entertaining as touching, but the best part started when Dabis belt fell down with his pants, hitting Shigaraki's knees, he opened his mouth to complain, only to whine loudly when he felt Dabis erection on his entrance.
"h-hey mnhh Dabi this is wrong, stop, you got your fun already"
No, the real fun was just starting Dabi thought, was Shigaraki really so inexperienced after all, he wasnt nearly as tight as he had expexted. But the way his soft touches were affecting Tomura made him think otherwise.
With one forceful thrust Dabi felt his own cock slide in, the piercing rings slightly tugging on skin when Shigaraki's hole stretched more around him.
It was warm with blood making the motions easier, and so goddamn good, better than any fucktoy he had had in a long time.
"You know, if you weren't so whiny and dumb we could have done this earlier, why didn't you tell me how cute you look moaning under me"
Shigaraki barely had enough strength to fight anymore, mainly he just tried to keep quiet to not further embarrass himself. But the small praise still made him slightly lean into dabis touch as if that wasnt embarrasing.
"shut up shut up shut up"
Tomuras endless whining stopped with a loud moan when Dabi got deeper, hitting his prostate in the process.
"oh, you want me to stop huh, doesn't sound that way to me"
Now almost fully in, he focused to hit that spot, every time gaining a loud noise under him, good thing they lived in the middle of criminals and junkies, any normal person would have come to complain about the noise.
especially when Tomura curled his toes and pressed his eyes tightly shut, trying to close his knees to stop himself from finishing.
Dabi stopped his legs from getting even close to pressing together, and brought his palm to Tomuras cock again, stroking it slowly, tracing the small veins up and down, making Shigarakis attempt to keep himself together completely useless.
When he was already shuttering from the coming orgasm, Dabi grabbed him hard, keeping him from finishing.
Shigaraki's knees trembled pressing against dabis sides, he was uncomfortably hard and the overwhelming pleasure sure wasnt helping.
"please- Dabi please i- I can't-"
Shigaraki begs were so desperate that it made Dabi almost let go, just almost. At the last second, he grabbed the base of Tomuras cock again, this time harder than before.
"Please what, say what do you want and maybe I can give it to you"
Dabi knew Shigaraki hated feeling helpless and even more than that he hated begging.
"MmmH Please its too much- too much, Dabi I can't, i- please let go"
Still not what he wanted to hear, pressing slightly harder against his prostate, he asked again.
"Look at me and tell me what you want"
Shigarakis' knees were squeezing Dabis ribs hard, probably bruising them, tears now fully rolling down his flushed cheeks. Finally opening his mouth again, Shigaraki tried to get his voice somewhat comprehensive.
"It's- it’s too much I need- mmnhn I need to cum, please Sens- Dabi I need to cum"
Glistening red eyes opened to look straight at him when Tomura remembered Dabis other order.
Shigaraki obeyed him suprisingly well this time, but Dabi didn't feel like letting him go that easily.
He did release his hold, but as Tomuras body started to tremble again, he thrusted hard against the same spot as before, simultaneously stroking Tomuras cock making the orgasm painfully strong.
But even when he came with a loud moan all over himself, cock twitching against the scarred palm, Dabi didn't stop.
He stroked Tomuras waistline, feather-light touches teasing just a little above his crotch.
"you- I can't do this i- I can't, please stop it hurts, too much- it’s too much Dabi! "
Tomuras begs were quikly becoming incohesive. muffled with loud sobs and moans.
"If you hadn't been so impatient I might have come already"
Actually, Dabi was close too, but teasing Shigaraki was just making this more arousing.
So he fastened the pace, hitting Tomuras prostate every time he got deeper. Blood, and now cum was making it easier to slide in and keep up a steady pace.
After a while, Shigaraki let out a loud cry every time he was pushed against the floor, despite clearly painfully overstimulated, he was getting hard again.
Dabi noticed it, stopping for a moment.
The short pause made Shigaraki sigh from relief, a sighn which he would suck sharply back as soon as he felt his burnt wrists getting tied tightly being his back with a belt.
letting Shigaraki rest for a small moment, Dabi slid out, bringing the stapled hands in an almost gentle way on Shigarakis shoulders.
Slowly Dabi lifted Tomura up, and as he had started to relax, leaning into Dabis surprisingly caring touch. The illusion broke with Dabi lifting his body slightly so he could slam Tomura down.
"you didn't think we were finished now did you"
gaining a sharp exhausted cry from Tomuras lips, he grinned harder.
"Now, you have two opinions, I can jerk you off like before, and make you pass out of overstimulation, or you can ride my cock like a good boy"
It wasn't really a fair question, but Tomura was so far beyond logical thinking that he automatically started to push up and down. Slowly, careful to not hurt himself.
"do you think I’m ever gonna cum if you don't do it properly" further proving his point Dabi brought his other hand to tease Shigarakis chest, tracing his nipples and drawing the
movements slightly down whenever Tomura tried to rest.
And just with that Shigaraki sped up his pace, he was actually obeying unexpexly good. The way he fololowed every order without questiong was arousing, watching his boss ride him like that, despite it obviously being painful for him.
But when he tried to shift to make the position more tolerable, he just managed to make Dabis cock slam on his prostate hard every time he got down.
"Mmhh Dabi you- you promised- I can't do it again, please don't make me feel like that again"
Every time Shigaraki tried to slow his movements so the hit wouldn't be so bad, Dabi would press his body down even harder.
"I didn't say anything about this, I just said I wouldn't jerk you off, learn to listen properly"
Shigaraki let his forehead slump down on Dabis shoulder, barely able to move up anymore.
Dabis piercings felt cold against the sensitive skin, as he pushed down for the last time. Dabi came hard, harder than he had in a while, letting his cock soften inside of him.
Shigaraki was still hard but the stimulation wasn't enough to make him cum. It was like Dabis cock mocked him when it slightly shifted but just not enough to fully touch the spot it did before, and as his warm fingers tangled in his sweaty hair, another hand barely touching his skin, feeling them all at the same time was so overwhelming.
The touchs were too soft and gentle, it just further confused Tomura. Memories and the feelings were becoming imbossibly hard to seperate.
"my hands"
Shigaraki muttered against his shoulder. Trying to make the other one understand.
"What, Im not letting you kill me now, the sex was too good"
Now the touches stopped completely.
"no, no please let me, I cant- please I can't"
God, Tomura was still so embarrassed about speaking up, but this time Dabi really didint catch on to what Shigaraki was trying to tell him.
"Huh, what do you want then, speak up freak"
"i- I need to touch myself please let me go I can't do this anymore, do something"
Tomura, unaware of his own motions, grinded against him for any sort of friction.
"oh, so you do want this now."
It was almost cute how Shigaraki pressed his body closer to Dabi when he lowered his palm, planting brief touches on Tomuras cock, every time gaining a small desperate moan.
"Say please" he wanted to add some rude nickname to the order like he usually would have done, but the way Shigaraki shuttered while still resting on top of him, and the fact that the more authority he used in his voice, got Shigaraki to obey much more willingly, made Dabi keep the insult from spilling from his lips.
"Please, please sensei-"
Shigaraki was still too ashamed to use any proper words, but at least he complied. And apparently was into pet names, it was kinda hot honestly.
This time Dabi would have let Tomura finish at his own pace. But when he noticed how Shigaraki was looking at him, waiting for some sort of confirmation or further orders, Dabi whispered in his ear the much needed permission.
It took only a couple of soft strokes accompanied by small sobs.
And then eventually coated by cum and blood, staining their remaining clothes dabi pushed Shigaraki off and left the bar, not bothering to clean up anything left behind.
Showering there would be too risky, the others would most likely be back in an hour or two, maybe even less if everything went according to plan.
He would have to beg for Giran to let him use his small apartment's bathroom. Maybe offer a blowjob or something to make up for it.
Tomura panted on the floor, forcing himself to sit up and wipe most of the remaining mess off with his already dirty sleeve. It was gross how comforting the familiar smell felt all aroud him.
He slowly pulled the tight jeans on trying to brush aside how much it hurt. And with the pain came more memories, blurry pictures and noices filled every corner of his brains.
Nothing seemed coherent, it was just too many sensations all swimming around his mind, and memories. Everything at once mixing together felt so unbearable.
Tomura didn't think it would be possible to get up ever again. So he just slumped down to lean against the sofa. It didn't even hurt anymore, he was just so tired.
And sleeping the overwhelming feeling away would be so easy.
So he did, for an hour maybe less, the clock was old and barely worked anymore anyway.
A loud yell startled him awake, then a little quieter voice spoke up beside it, eventually, maybe five people talked over each other, one of them yelling from time to time, they all seemed to ignore what he was saying, listening to the quiet noise that came afterward instead.
The thoughts were coming back, too fast and even faster in the dark behind his eyelids.
But even after opening them a scarred face seemed to stay, printed on his mind, mocking him in a never-ending loop of moans.
It didn't have eyes at all, only scars above its grinning mouth, and still bright blue irises stared at him from the empty sockets.