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The room kept spinning like a carousel. Dabi kept trying not to vomit on Toga's little head hovering slightly above her navel. Blood kept dribbling down between her bare breasts. Everything just kept being in some perpetual state.
Dabi hated this feeling of everlasting permanency. She hated being alive. She was also tripping her balls off so it proved difficult to determine whether this hatred was brought in from outside, with the dirt and the poison, polluting her bloodstream, clouding her consciousness or it'd already been flourishing within her for quite some time and was just amplified by the drugs she took.
Still, what mattered was that it was real, never mind the true source. And she desperately needed to do something so she wouldn't burn herself and everything around her to ashes in a sudden wave of compulsive repulsion.
Toga's tongue kept sweeping over Dabi's skin, licking up blood. Dexterous little thing — it would've been better to have it between her legs instead, but Toga didn't really like her that way, despite the obviously sexual nature of drinking someone's blood. It was Dabi's own idea, her fucked up, drugged up brain came up with it without any apparent reason except the raw, intrusive desire to feel something other than burning for a change — a cold blade cutting through her rough skin, a wet mouth sucking on it. It almost could feel orgasmic, if only there was just a bit more stimulation.
"The fuck are you two doing?" suddenly, the voice rustled, an angry, quiet snake-like hissing. He wasn't supposed to be in this hide-out tonight, but it couldn't be anyone other than Shigaraki.
"Having a girl's night out. You're not invited, boss, sorry," Dabi drawled lazily, turning her head to look at his shaggy form standing in the sad, doorless doorway. His face, unusually, wasn't hidden behind one of his creepy hands so she could see a soft tinge of redness dusting his cheeks. He still was a man-child, after all.
"You both are insane," Shigaraki muttered, averting his gaze from her.
Dabi was laying on the dirty, ragged coach, her chest naked, a messy deep cut just below the dark patch of ugly, burnt skin around her clavicles. Toga was laying on top of her stomach, lips smeared with red.
"Guess someone hasn't seen a pair of tits before. Only natural for a virgin,'' Dabi mused, watching more blush creep up his neck.
"Shut up. A fucking whore doesn't get to mock me," Shigaraki snapped, quick to bite on any obvious provocation like a mad dog. His teeth weren't sharp, though. Just some little toothpicks. And she wasn't a whore.
"That's what happens to little girls whom daddy didn't love enough," Toga claimed like an expert in human psychology as she giggled lifting up her head.
"Don't psychoanalyse me, you might regret it," Dabi barked, suddenly aggravated herself, a wave of insufferable rage stuffing her throat with lead, and pushed Toga away.
Sitting upright ended up being harder than she thought. The room went completely black and soundless for a moment. Her body was shuddering, she only just noticed that. She really could throw up.
"Wow. You are so wasted. It's pathetic."
Dabi managed to stand up, a bit wobbly on her feet but keeping her balance. Shigaraki kept looking away. Anywhere but her half-naked body. Who was more pathetic? An ugly thought came over her so suddenly that it almost knocked her over.
Would her little brothers be like this too? Probably not Natsuo, no. But Shoto— a quiet, abused, sheltered boy with a mark of their mother's love oh so visible on his pretty face. It would be a miracle if he wasn't at least a little wary of women. What face would he make if he saw her right now? If he'd known whom he was seeing?
Dabi's lips quivered in a fit of frantic laughter. Shigaraki was right. She was insane. Toga was right too. Daddy didn't love her enough.
Shigaraki's eyes darted to her face, confused and guarded. Then they lowered down as if he couldn't help himself looking at her breasts or the blood still slowly dribbling between them, even if only for a split second. Would Shoto also be like this? A dark unwanted arousal brewing inside him, making him helpless. His mismatched eyes dirtied by the intrusive irrational want. Just like their father with his useless, hyper-focused ambition. Just like her with all the neverending destructive thoughts swirling around like a bunch of piranhas eating off her brain. It must have been weaved into Todoroki's DNA.
Oh what she wouldn't have given up to watch Endeavour watch the corruption he birthed spreading like a wildfire — how fitting was it.
Dabi's head kept spinning and spinning filled with so much raw, vindictive malice that she finally collapsed on the floor under its weight. She was breathing heavily, heart pounding, dark colours appearing before her eyes along with familiar faces twisted in agony.
Toga hurried to her side, but she too seemed unsteady in her footing as if she was drunk. And maybe she was drunk on Dabi's poisonous blood.
"Tomura-kun, stop being such a meanie and help!"
"Why should I? It's her fucking fault," Shigaraki grumbled. Still, Dabi heard him move — more like begrudgingly drag his feet across the floorboards — and then saw his almost unhealthily skinny legs, as if they belonged to a malnourished child.
Together they managed to pull her up, and Dabi instantly threw her arms over Shigaraki's neck, forcing their bodies to press against each other, only a thin layer of his sweater separating them.
"Shit. You're getting blood on me, stupid bitch," Shigaraki cursed, his breath hitching a little, pale skin reddening brighter.
"Wanna get something else on you?"
"Huh?"
Bringing her mouth to his ear, she whispered: "It's a one-time offer. I don't usually fuck virgins, boss." Then Dabi moved one of her arms, the other still wrapped around his neck, and shamelessly squeezed him through his pants.
Shigaraki made a startled sound, instinctively trying to push her away, but she held on to him tightly. During their small tussle Shigaraki's palm accidentally brushed over her, all five fingers touching her skin. It lasted barely a second yet the lick of his Decay still left her gasping for air, the pain as strong and scorching as burning. Dabi moaned in his ear, pulling on his hair and squeezing him tighter. He froze, uncertain of what to do.
"You know," Dabi whispered again. "I bet Twice told you that we will be here and what we will be doing, and you came here wanting to see us like a little pervert."
"That's- that's not-"
"Shh. It's fine. We all have a dirty side to our desires. Nothing to be ashamed of, Tomura-kun." Dabi smiled sweetly, the smile tasted like rot, her hand began to slowly palm his clothed cock. A shudder went through Shigaraki's body, and then she knew she'd had him like any other man, unable to resist the temptation of weak human flesh.
"Ew. Gross," Toga squeaked behind her. "I'm feeling sleepy so I'm going to sleep a bit so you two can be gross without me. Thanks, Dabi-chan," she giggled again, licked her lips and bounced out of the room.
Shigaraki stiffened, in more ways than one. Clearly he was so out of his depth that he could drown here, in her arms, like an ugly duckling who didn't know how to swim. Dabi's smile grew bigger, corners of her mouth as hot as if ready to burst into flames. Between her legs throbbed — a raw, blatant lust but not for the sex itself. For control, for power over another human being. A pathetic primordial desire but so strong and sweet. The thoughts about her family kept being persistent enough to linger just on the edge of her focus.
Yes, she still hated being alive but not right now, not until she would take everything from those who'd wronged her, made her suffer. It was her only joy in life — the delicious taste of upcoming revenge. Her mouth watered. Her underwear was wet too.
"Sit on the couch. Keep your hands behind your back," Dabi ordered, voice thick and low.
She saw Shigaraki's mouth twitch as if he wanted to protest against her sudden command, but after she tightened her grip on his hardening cock, he let out an audible pained gasp and obeyed. Without looking at her he sat on the couch and put his arms behind himself with surprising obedience. Dabi watched Shigaraki fidgeting for a few seconds, then dropped to her knees in front of him to pull his jeans and underwear down. By now his cock's been almost fully erect. She pumped him into completion, fast and rough. Shigaraki threw his head against the back of the couch and looked at the ceiling, biting his dry lips until they bled a little.
Dabi took the rest of her clothes off and climbed on his knees.
"Watch me," she made an order again.
This time a hint of defiance flickered behind his eyes, when Shigaraki looked at her. He was a fickle man, she should be careful of not pushing him too far and making him snap. He looked more composed now and less embarrassed as if he'd already maxed out his capacity for shame and now there was no more room left. That was good, too. The acceptance of a sin.
She thought about sweet little Shoto once more. The masterpiece. She could burn him alive in front of their father alongside herself. She could fuck him to death and force their father watch both of them enjoying it. How much devastation would it bring him? Slowly, Dabi started to sink on Shigaraki's cock making herself feel every inch and fantasising about her father's face, struck by sheer despair. Shigaraki moaned and thrusted his hips up, hard and impatient, hitting her deeper than she was ready for. Dabi choked, digging her short, crudely cut nails into his shoulders, then not wanting to give him any edge started to move, fast and unforgiving neither to his body, nor to hers.
"Gh-go slower, I'm gonna-" Shigaraki gasped, his hand suddenly grabbed one of her breasts, careful enough not to make a full contact with all of his fingers. Still, Dabi's heart leaped inside her chest, her body shuddering and squeezing erratically.
"Fucking brat," she growled. Shigaraki moaned again — or more so sobbed, — his other hand moved behind her to grab her ass, trying to hold onto her as if otherwise he would die.
Dabi felt trapped, his arms that could destroy her wrapping around her body as a vice. Powerful, almost orgasmic thrill went through her. Instinctively she reached for his throat. If he were to decay her, she would burn him first. They could die together like this, wouldn't it be funny. Two snakes eating each other alive.
No, actually she didn't want to die like this. She couldn't die until she saw Endeavour die, not physically but emotionally. She wanted him to see her right now, to know it was his daughter. She wanted him to watch her groveling in this dirt. She wanted the whole world to watch what he'd made her become— the people that loved to worship their society confronted with the harsh, unforgivable truth that the society was the one that had been spreading all corruption. So much dirt, so much sin within her. Outside of her. Clinging to others like ashes.
Shigaraki made a desperate choked noise. Dabi felt him pulse and let it happen. Her mind too hazy with lust to think of anything straight. She was rubbing herself with her free hand, imagining people gathering around them. Strangers. Her siblings. Her mother. Her father. She was imagining Shoto convulsing beneath her. So beautifully helpless, so wrecked. Tears in his eyes, face red with incomprehensible shame and joy of his first orgasm. He would make a blasphemy of coming inside her, too.
"Yeah, that's it, come for your sister, baby," Dabi whispered to herself, stuck inside her vivid fantasy, her thighs shaking uncontrollably with the upcoming orgasm.
Shigaraki's eyes widened in shock and disgust, but he'd been too far gone for it to turn him off. Next second he was coming. Dabi felt his warmness fill her up and rode him through it, speeding up her fingers on her clit. Her whole body finally spasmed and she felt the sweet release.
Before she could fully enjoy it Shigaraki pushed her from his knees on the floor.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he was almost screaming, his voice hoarse. For some reason he looked like he could cry or threw up or both. "I hate you."
The skin on his neck was angry red from a small burn she must have unintentionally caused.
"Everything," Dabi just laughed and kept laughing, looking at the dirty ceiling that kept spinning like a carousel.