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It's bad.
Geten knew it was bad. Every instinct in him knew that this was just a bad thing in general. It never should have happened the first time. Or the second.
Or all the times after that. But Geten kept finding himself in darkened corners, bent over desks, hidden in corners as Dabi's leather-clad form held him down and fucked him so deep that he felt the tip of his pierced cock in his throat. It was shameful, really, even worse now that they were expected to work together so closely.
He almost thought Shigaraki had done it either to spite him or reward Dabi. The fucking asshole.
He was even more angry at himself for giving into that defective mutt. More angry for the wanton way his legs would be thrown open and how he didn't even fight. Angrier and angrier every time he needed to explain another stupid dry cleaning bill to Skeptic. He hissed and snarled every time he was dragged into a corner by Dabi, cigarette smoke and the scent of a crematorium following him before Geten was filled up beyond thought once more.
And every time he promised himself that this shit wouldn't happen again Dabi would grab him by the hood, pull his hair and lick along the side of his throat as if claiming him before whispering "ready to get bred again, ice queen?" in his ear and Geten would be nothing but a horny puddle of stupid in his burning hot grip.
Just like this time.
This time, Geten had been in one of the many training rooms, honing his meta ability as far as he could go, launching spike after spike with deadly accuracy. He hadn't even heard the door open and lock. (Some part of him, shamefully, liked being hunted like prey. Liked the lengths that his predator went through to corner him, a snow hare in the clutches of a particularly sadistic fox. It was the only real excuse he had for not noticing Dabi come up behind him.) The only hint he had for Dabi's presence in the room came when that scent of warm leather and tobacco invaded his senses but by then it was far, far too late.
He was on his back before he'd even had time to react, a black boot by his head and a malicious grin looking down at him as Dabi leaned over, the trailing leather of his coat brushing against Geten's woefully underprotected frame. After all, his own parka was (once again) at the dry cleaners, leaving Geten in only a thin t-shirt and sweats in the suddenly sweltering room, his previous icicles already melted in the face of the overwhelming heat that always seemed to be drifting off of Dabi.
Were his scars looking larger than usual?
Dabi tilted his head to the side, burning kerosene eyes filled with amusement and lust…possibly a little high. Dabi tended to be at least a little high in his off time. Not that Geten really cared, this fucker could do whatever he wanted. It wasn't like it mattered.
Dabi knelt down with his knees on either side of Geten's head, gripping his chin to look him in the eyes, running his hot thumb over his lips before pressing it inside, Geten biting at the skin and glaring, just making the other man chuckle. "Hey there, ice queen," Dabi purred, voice low and smoky, a shiver going down Geten's spine, "was lookin' everywhere for you. Were you and these pretty eyes of yours avoiding me?"
Geten ripped his face away, looking to the side and huffing. That was the other thing. Dabi's obsession with the color of his eyes. He'd caught the other man staring, caught him looking contemplatively at his face more than once when he revealed it. He didn't understand the obsession Dabi had with his eyes.
"Aww still shy? Not the blushing virgin you used to be," Dabi chuckled, looking him over and Geten felt shame and excitement waft over him in waves. He was already hard, already pressing against his sweats at the sheer implication. Dabi…Dabi was good at fucking, okay! And it wasn't like Geten had a ton of experience himself. Dabi grabbed him by the hair and dragged him partially off the floor, sliding backward, the leather of his pants creaking as he shuffled down. "No reason to look away, I know what you want," Dabi said, leaning down and breathing along his neck, making Geten shudder. "My little breeder. All you want is to be fucked full, don't you?"
Geten hated how much that talk slid down his spine and warmed him up. He bit his lip to keep from talking, to hold back any noises out of spite as Dabi rolled his hips down against the bulge in Geten's sweats before he moved off and knocked Geten onto his back again, a burning hot hand on his thigh singing his sweats enough that they were easy to tear away. His whole face felt like it was melting as Dabi whistled and spread his legs wider.
"No panties, ice queen?" Dabi asked, licking along his teeth, piercing clicking on the enamel audibly, "you really are a slut, aren't you? Just waiting for anyone strong enough to bend you over and pump you full of cum. You just wanna be full of strong little monsters to pump into our pretty new army, don't you?" Dabi grabbed him by the hair and forced Geten to meet his burning gaze again. He leaned in and bit at his neck, refreshing an old mark that Geten had to rely on scarves and his parka to cover completely.
He whined, loud and unabashed, the pain and pleasure swirling in his body more rapidly than usual. It had been a week. Dabi had been gone for a week. That mark had faded to yellow on his pale skin and now Dabi had renewed it, renewed a claim of some kind and Geten, once again, was a horny, melted mess in his palms.
"F-fuck you," Geten breathed out, the words losing their venom as Dabi sucked at the mark and tugged his thighs open.
"I'm getting to it," Dabi growled at him, reaching into his pocket with one hand, "get my fuckin' belt open. I got a surprise for you this time, bitch."
Well that never meant anything good.
Geten bit his lip and swallowed, reaching down to open Dabi's belt, going all the way and pulling his cock out of the soft, warm leather of his pants and he tried to avoid the desire to drool. "You're not wearing underwear either," he said, as though that were a good enough come back and Dabi cackled, loud and mean, putting something to the side and pulling lube from his pocket.
"Don't need it if I wanna keep my little breeding bitch full," Dabi crooned, almost affectionate, a parody of affection as he flipped Geten over and propped his ass up, unceremoniously slamming two fingers into Geten and spreading them, the other villain moaning loudly, biting into his own arm as the pain and pleasure moved up and down his spine.
"What a view," Dabi purred, biting at his spine, finger-fucking him ruthlessly, Geten's cock leaking a small puddle onto the ground as Dabi worked him open harshly. "Mmm pretty relatable actually."
Dabi always said such weird shit during sex.
Geten huffed and turned his head, gray eyes wet with pleasure and pain. "H-hurry the fuck up, I hate h-how much you get off on your own voice." Geten yelped and whined when Dabi grabbed his hair again at the same time he slammed a third finger into him, abusing his prostate with molten hot fingertips.
"You fucking love it," Dabi snarled in his ear, running his pierced tongue over the shell, the wet sounds of his slick fingers pounding intoh is ass making Geten's head swim in the painful mix of pleasure, "you get so fuckin' tight. You're just that desperate for my cum, hmm? Even your pretty little cock is useless now, you only need to be filled to the brim to feel good."
Geten wasn't sure if Dabi took too long with prep or not long enough because when his fingers were replaced with his thick, pierced cock, all those metal ridges rubbing over his prostate, Geten screamed out into the open air, eyes rolling back in his head as the grip on his hair tightened and his hole fluttered around the intrusion.
"Mmm now welcome me back home," Dabi murmured in his ear, tugging his hair to make Geten go up on his knees, fucking harder up into him. "C'mon, ice queen, say hi to the father of our future bastards."
Geten whined, hands scrambling at the ground, his thighs, tongue dropping from his mouth. "F-fu-AH!" Dabi slammed into him hard and deep, grinding into him, Geten's cock jerking helplessly.
"Say it!"
Geten shuddered as a hot hand moved to his neck, the other buried in his hair, sending sparks through his fingertips and making his cock leak. He was so fucking filthy.
"W-welcome home," he moaned out, whimpering one more when Dabi picked up the pace, Geten shuddering through an orgasm as he did, cruelly grinding into his prostate and dropping Geten to hold himself up on the ground before those hot hands grabbed his hips to drag him into each thrust.
"Mmm good," Dabi praised, moaning, unabashed and filthy. The sound of their skin slapping together was lewd, so lewd, and Geten's moans acted in counterpoint to the percussive noise echoing around the room. "See? See how good you are when you just take it, let yourself be open for me to fill you up? You take it so perfectly, you were made for my cock to fill you up."
Geten shuddered, brain awash in nothing but need, but pleasure, part of him aching. It had been a week. A whole goddamned week since Dabi had filled him up and Geten had been empty. The animal part of his brain was so woefully empty and he turned, whining at the sight.
The harsh, fluorescent lighting made Dabi's darkness all the more encompassing. He hadn't even gotten undressed save for his coat that lay on the floor and steam drifted from his lips, making his hair stick to his forehead as he fucked him like a machine on the dirty floor of the training room. The scent of leather was stronger for the heat and sweat made Geten's t-shirt cling to his skin. Dabi, probably, had been handsome at one point, some part of his mind reckoned. He was a powerful, broken doll.
Their progeny would be unstoppable .
Geten wailed at the thought, at the feeling of a hot hand on his lower stomach and even hotter cum filling him up. He screamed into his own hands, eyes rolling and thighs shaking as he came again, coating the ground in another pathetic squirt of cum.
He expected to be empty again, for Dabi to drop him as usual and light up.
Instead, something hard and unyielding replaced the warm cock in him and Geten yelped, struggling for a moment before Dabi shushed him.
"Hold still, baby," Dabi purred, "the plug will keep you nice and full until I get back."
He was leaving again?
"Y-you're-"
Dabi snickered and moved to look at Geten's tear and sweat drenched face, running a thumb beneath his left eye for a moment as though he wanted to steal it.
"Don't worry, ice queen," Dabi purred, leaning in and kissing him, almost sweet and gentle, "I'll be back before you know it."
Geten hated him so much.
But Dabi let him put his head on his chest for a moment and finger combed some of the knots from his now singed hair for a moment, he pressed against the plug in him teasingly once or twice until Geten slapped his wrist away before getting up and leaving his coat behind.
If Geten took it to his room and breathed in the scent of leather and ashes and death while rubbing his stomach, well…
That was no one's business but his own.