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Before Toya died, he used to pray. It wasn't a serious thing that he did. He couldn't even say what god he was praying to, if he believed in any specific religion at all, but he remembers, when nothing else would get his father to look at him, that he used to beg someone to fix him. He wanted some kind of miracle so that he could prove that he was everything his father had told him he could be. He remembers begging that same someone to make the pain stop underneath his skin when he was burning alone on Sekoto Peak.
Dabi doesn't pray anymore. Not when he was having to get his skin stapled back onto his body in a back alley clinic with no anesthetics. Not when he hadn't eaten in two weeks. Not when he killed someone the first time to keep from being killed himself. Dabi doesn't believe in gods anymore. So he really doesn't know what to make of the League of Villains.
Since he started running in villain circles, he knew that All For One was considered extremely powerful and extremely eccentric. He didn't think that would ever be a problem that he had to deal with. But then he had dropped a monster and nearly a hundred villains into UA, sent a squad of those same monsters to Hosu to assist the Hero Killer while he was making his last stand, and then opened the door and invited anyone who wanted to see hero society fall in.
Dabi didn't have many options, and he figured that as long as he was able to get to Endeavor, he could put up with any of All For One's weirdness. But the League of Villains is weird weird. It's not just a place where villains are gathering to do their work. It's a weird bar where they each have their rooms. They're expected to stay in their rooms unless a man made of mist with glowing yellow eyes opens a portal into a different compound where they are to demonstrate their quirks for the doctor that is apparently on the payroll. It's been three days, and Dabi hasn't spoken to a single person other than the doctor through the crackling speakers in the training room, and Dabi is starting to worry that this is how they got their monsters in the first place. That this is a cult of some kind. But he doesn't know how to get out of this situation now that he's in it. If he just tries to escape, then All For One surely will have the resources to find him, or to hurt him, and he doesn't have anywhere else to go now.
But he wants out. He wants away from this place. And he's... scared. For the first time in a very, very long time, Dabi is scared that there could be something worse than death lurking around the edge of whatever this thing he's found himself in is. He doesn't want to find out anymore. He wants out. And he starts to look for it when he's summoned to the doctor again. He goes through the exercises that he's instructed to for about twenty minutes before he calls,
"Hey doc, can we take a minute? I need to piss."
There's a pause, and he wonders if anyone else has had the audacity to break whatever weird power he feels like he has over this room and the people in it, separated from Dabi's sight and his voice booming from the speakers overhead, like he's just a toy soldier in the doctor's domain. But he's just a man, and he can deny the request if he really wants, but All For One is still trying to have him, at least, think that this is some sort of normal assessment process that they're doing after how badly things went at the USJ, so refusing would be a little gauche.
"I see." There's a loud buzz and then the door on the far side of the room audibly unlocks. "If you go down the hall on your left, you will find a bathroom. Please return as soon as you are able, there are several other potential recruits who also have to be assessed today."
"Yeah, sure thing, Doc." Dabi goes over to the door before he can lock it again, and as soon as he steps out of the sterile white room, his skin bristles further because what he walks into is a dimly lit, domed, concrete hallway that seems like it stretches on forever. The structure of it tells Dabi innately that he is in a bunker of some sort, underground. He already thought that he might die here. Knowing he could already be standing in a tomb does very, very little to make him feel any better about that idea. He moves down the hall, looking for cameras, other doors, anything that he can find. But he doesn't find anything . He just walks down a hallway and finds a door. He opens it up to a tiny bathroom and his stomach sinks when he sees that there is a drain on the floor at the center of the room.
He doesn't have to piss but he goes over to the toilet anyway, jumping almost out of his skin when he hears a voice coming up from the floor.
"They know who you are."
"What the fuck !?" Dabi jumps out of his skin, twisting around with flames in his hand that dance in the mirror across the small room. But there's no one standing behind him.
"Shh," the voice comes again, low and raspy, seeming to come from the room itself. "If you make too much noise they'll come see what's going on."
Dabi's eyes scan the walls for the speakers like the ones in the assessment room, but he doesn't find anything. " I'd like to know what's going on here." He hisses back, lowering his voice and dousing his flames before he sets off a smoke alarm or something. "Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck are you?"
"I'm five levels below you. It's been hard to extend my abilities outside of my circle to make my voice carry to receptive ears, but I think that you're going to be worth the effort, Toya Todoroki."
Dabi isn't expecting to hear his given name out of anyone's mouth, let alone a voice that is drifting up from a drain in a creepy bathroom in a creepy facility like this. All he knows is that he wants out now much more fiercely than he did even five minutes ago, and he is going to burn through whatever the fuck he has to to make that a reality. "That's not my name, and I don't know why no one else has told you this before, but a bathroom is absolutely not the place to find 'receptive ears'. Fuck this creepy bullshit, I'm out of here--"
"If you try to leave, they will kill you, Toya."
"That's not my name!" He snaps at the drain.
"You can lie, but you can't hide from them-- or from me, 'Dabi'. They lost track of you after the hospital, and then you walked right back into their hands. They won't let you escape from them a second time."
The protests, the denials dry up on his tongue. He hasn't ever told anyone about the hospital that he woke up in. He was certain that, given he left the place in cinders, that there weren't any records of his time there but those in his own brief memories. But whoever this voice is, it knows about him. "Who are you? Why did they have me there?"
"We don't have time for those things." The voice tells him. "I am an ally at this moment and I want what you do. I want to escape."
"If your quirk is strong enough to reach me five floors up--"
"I cannot use my own power to free myself or I would have done it long ago. I need a conduit. In four days time, they will tell you that you have been accepted, and they will bring you a new portal. That portal will take you to me. If you are willing when you come to me, then when I give you my power, you will survive it. If you are not, then you will be turned into nothing more than a mindless beast that will serve their will. We will both be trapped with them until they decide we have outlived our usefulness."
"Why the fuck would I stick around for that?" The bar looks like a normal structure. He could burn his way out and run .
"Because if you try to escape without me, then they will find you again, and they will kill you. Without me, everything they have will fall apart." The voice sounds so sure as it speaks, and Dabi doesn't want to believe what it's saying, but there is a kind of conviction in the words that makes him sick with certainty that the man so many floors beneath him is telling the truth. "In four days, you will come to me, Dabi. Come willing, and my touch will give you the power that you have been craving all of your life. If you doubt, if you waver, no matter my intentions, you will suffer and you will die."
"You're asking me to put my trust in a creepy voice coming up from the floor." He feels a whine of panic going through him as he speaks, knowing that it's been too long of him in this room. "You just said that you were going to kill me."
"Only if you doubt." The voice doesn't change its tone. "I can give you my word, but it means nothing if you don't choose to believe it. I can't force that. You have to decide on it yourself. Go back to the observation chamber. In four days, I will know if you've decided to trust me or not. But know I have already given you my trust. If you tell them that you've spoken to me, they will bind my tongue or cut it from my mouth to ensure I never speak again. I will never be free if you tell them we spoke, and neither will you."
Dabi hesitates, but he doesn't have to make a choice about this now. He just has to go back to the observation chamber before the doctor gets too suspicious. He turns and grabs the handle, and the voice doesn't say anything as he opens the door and steps out into the long, unsettling hallway again. He goes on and doesn't stop until he's back in the room with the doctor. He doesn't make small talk or an excuse, he just does as he's told.
He doesn't know what the fuck that voice was. But four days isn't very long. He has been waiting for his revenge for over half a decade at this point. He can wait four days. If the voice was telling the truth, then he'll know it then. And if it was true, then he'll go from there.
He hasn't prayed in a long time, and the idea of blind faith is beyond foreign to him. But he can understand the games that powerful people play with their pawns, and he is willing to do whatever he has to to not willingly put himself in a position like that again.
///
In four days, Dabi is brought down the hall of the bar into a new room that has only a chair, a small desk, and a monitor glowing away on top of it. He is instructed to sit, and All For One's voice comes through the speakers, bright and cheerful.
"Congratulations, Dabi." His villain name sounds like it doesn't belong on his tongue when he says it. "You have passed all of our assessments, and we are pleased to formally welcome you into the League of Villains."
"Thanks. Does that mean that I can get out of this place? I stashed some of my shit before I came to join." He tries, his voice nonchalant.
"That won't be necessary, Kurogiri will be moving you to our permanent facility, and there you'll be able to order anything that you need to make yourself comfortable."
"Okay." It's not okay. Dabi doesn't know when the last time he felt this scared was, but he is scared. He doesn't know what's going to happen to him, but he has a horrible pit opening up in his stomach that tells him that he's helpless to stop it, just like he was helpless when he died alone on the mountaintop.
"It is truly fortuitous that you found us. I am excited to see what you become."
Innocuous. He probably wouldn't have given those words a second thought if it weren't for the fact that voice told him that he would be turned into a beast. He's guessing that whatever that guy's quirk is, that it can turn people into the monsters that were at Hosu. He feels sick to his stomach when a black portal opens up in the room.
"My backpack--" He feels like a child when he says it, and he already knows that it's pathetic that he wants to cling to it to just have something-- one of the few things that he's been able to get for himself-- with him when he's pretty sure he's walking into his death. When he only managed to delay it instead of stopping it when he tried so hard to outrun it after he woke from the hospital.
"It will be waiting for you in your room at the new base." All For One says easily.
Dabi wonders if he could use his fire to escape this room. But he doesn't believe he could. All For One knows who he is. He wouldn't have put him in this place without a way to keep him from making himself as dangerous as he needs to be to escape this.
It's absolutely not trust that is inside of him when he forces himself to stand and start to move to the portal. It's desperation as he takes what could be his final breath and holds it as he steps through into pitch darkness.
///
Dabi feels dizzy and there is a pounding ache in the back of his head where he's pretty sure that he was hit. They're already going to kill him, did they have to knock him out first too? Did they have to let him wake up first? If he's going to fail at everything he's ever worked for, they could at least have the good grace to not let him feel it first.
He pushes himself up off of the floor, finding more smooth concrete in the dim light. The room seems too big. The ceiling is too high, but it's all smooth and featureless. All the same as the tunnel he was in before. Something shifts behind him and Dabi jolts, turning around with his flames springing to life in his hand.
He's not expecting to see a mass of shadow starting to leech through the room. A huge mass of it that is swallowing up the floor, the ceiling, the light, as it comes closer. Dabi lashes out with his flames, throwing the gout of blue into the back mass and it screeches . The sound it makes puts such a sharp pace between his temples that Dabi drops back to the floor again, his knees hitting the surface hard and jarring him to the bone, as he feels a wetness dribbling out of his ears. His vision is swimming as he pulls his hand away and finds that there's blood smeared across his palm. He looks up again, a fear unlike any he's ever known sitting under his skin.
The black mass swells around him, in front of him, and closes up the space behind him so that he can't escape. Its body seals around him, a meter of space around his form, before Dabi is in darkness so complete that he doesn't think that even closing his eyes has ever had this effect on him.
"That hurt , Dabi." The voice from the drain speaks in a whisper and Dabi doesn't know if the petulance in the tone fills him with anger or relief.
"You could have given me some forewarning that your quirk makes you some big fucking blob monster!" He snaps right back, the sounds of their speech hurting him as they hit his damaged ears.
"Keep your voice down." The other hisses at him, he must get closer, because it sounds closer to his ear when the words come. "If they know I have spoken to you before, they will take you away from me and only return you for my use when you are a corpse."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dabi lowers his voice too, trying to fight back his fear and think clearly, but it's even harder than it was before, his chest feeling like it's getting tighter. Like the monster is sucking the air out of the space between them.
"I am talking about our chances for escape. You remember our previous conversation. If you let me touch you, I will get us out of this place, and I will make it so that they can never follow. But you must trust me. You cannot waver."
Dabi hasn't trusted anyone in a decade. He was wary when he came here, and it didn't even help him. He still ended up in a situation where he's half certain that he's going to die anyway. "I don't know you." That isn't the only reason why he can't trust this person. "What will your quirk do to me?"
"I will turn you into one of the mindless beasts that the mortals have been commanding. Your flesh may continue to roam, but your mind will be gone. I'll have devoured everything that makes you, you."
"Really not selling me on letting you touch." He says to the dark.
"I will have to touch you either way. If you let me inside, then I will protect you and free us both from this place. You have already survived so long, little one. Make the choice to endure again. Survive, and I will help you bring ruin to everyone who has done you wrong."
Blood drips down from his ear, his whole body tense and aching across his seams from how high he built his heat before. He doesn't want to die. If he dies now, then his father won't even know he survived. Everything he did after the mountain will mean absolutely nothing. He can't tolerate that. He has to be more. He has to survive . "Don't fuck me over."
"Do not doubt, Dabi." The voice sounds softer as it grows even closer. Dabi can't help shivering, even though he doesn't actually feel anything moving against his skin. "I will make you perfect."
He has spent most of his life knowing that wasn't in the cards for him, but he takes one, deep, trembling breath and braces himself. The voice will either keep its word, or this will all have been for nothing. Dabi doesn't want to believe that everything he's suffered hasn't had a purpose. He is the ghost that has come back to kill Enji Todoroki. He is the monster of his nightmares and he will be the one who comes out on top. He may never be a hero the way he dreamed as a child, but what he can be is the villain who ends Endeavor and his legacy.
The shadow touches his face. It feels like a cool hand against his cheek, and he shivers from how stark the temperature feels against his skin. But he doesn't feel like he's dying. That has to be something.
"You're so angry, little one." The voice is so close. The man must be right in front of him, but he can't see him at all. His voice is softer than it was before, almost breathless. "Hold onto that, and I'll help you burn it all to ashes."
Dabi hasn't prayed in a decade, but the desperation of this moment would have made that action feel more natural than what actually happens next. Because Dabi has never once in his life imagined having his first kiss. Something in him just always knew that wasn't something that he would ever have. So he's taken very, very off-guard when the man leans in and seals their mouths together, his hand shifting to Dabi's chin to hold him in place as his mouth moves against his. His skin feels cracked and dry, mouth as cool as the rest of him. He forces himself to stay still. He doesn't know how to share a kiss with someone, but he's scared that recoiling will be the rejection that kills him. He just has to hope that this isn't a ploy to get him helpless, to make him willing for something that really isn't anything more than a violation. The other man doesn't seem to mind how stiff he is, he just pulls at Dabi's jaw as his tongue presses against the seam of his lips. He's never had someone else's tongue in his mouth before, and Dabi almost hysterically wonders how long it's been since he brushed his teeth this morning and tries to recall if he'd eaten anything after. Just a little desperate and hoping that he doesn't taste bad when this is the first time he's ever going to have someone's tongue in his mouth.
He didn't need to worry about it, because as he timidly opens his mouth, he is very abruptly met with something that is absolutely not a tongue pushing inside of his mouth. It tastes the way that the air does when it's sleeting outside, and the texture is all wrong. It's too smooth, too big , too mobile as it pushes into his mouth, wrenching his jaw open as wide as it can go. His eyes ache, and he's certain that if he hadn't burned up all of his tears before, that they would have sprung into the corners.
His throat tries to close up around the thing that is trying to claw its way into it, and he gags. but that hand just shifts to around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck and yanking hard . His head is forced back, which brings his throat into a line, and the thing pushes harder, forcing the muscles to open and cutting off Dabi's breath as he gives a weak sob. He wants to claw at it, he wants to pull away. His quirk is starting to go hot under his skin in his desperation.
"Relax, little one," How the fuck is it talking to him? He thought that was supposed to be a tongue in his throat. "I know it's uncomfortable, but I won't hurt you. You just have to hold on. Give me all of your rage, and we will plant seeds of destruction all across this world." The hold on his hair loosens. Dabi could try to jerk away, could burn this creature to try and get it out of his throat, but he doesn't. He gives a weak sob that is muffled around the intrusion in his throat, and the hand starts to pet his hair instead. "That's it, you're doing so well, Dabi. All you have to do now is let me in. Give yourself to me. You don't have to speak. You just have to consent."
He doesn't understand what he's giving himself over to, but he is going to die suffocating on this mass in his throat or to AFO if he doesn't find a way of squirming out of his clutches for, apparently, the second time. He reaches for the man in front of him, and his hand scrapes over something cool and too smooth like the thing in his mouth, and then a hand reaches back. Dabi catches it, his palm too hot with his barely-contained quirk, and he squeezes it tightly, closing his eyes as he does.
When he gives in, the darkness that comes for him this time is not just a veil covering his eyes.
///
Dabi wakes in a soft bed. It's a big bed too, he realizes distantly. The bed that he had at the bar was nothing more than a glorified cot, so this is a surprise. But he thinks that he's also a little surprised that he wakes up at all when he was absolutely certain that whatever that voice was offering him was probably going to kill him anyway. But he is definitely still breathing, and not feeling like he got knocked out again as he sits up on the bed and tries to get a look around. He's a little startled to see that he's been changed out of his clothes, instead wearing a matching set of pale blue pajamas, the buttoned up short sleeve shirt and loose pants higher quality than anything he's worn since he was a child. The room he's in also looks lavish and immaculate. The king-sized bed has a wall of windows to the right-hand side that look out onto a city skyline, either at sunrise or sunset, but Dabi can't be certain of which as the sky is so thoroughly drenched in orange. Across from the bed is a large walk-in closet and a door that goes elsewhere, though it's closed at the moment. There are suits inside of the closet, some still in garment bags from the dry cleaners. On the right side of the room there is a small seating area with a modest dresser that seems to be functioning as a bar, a bottle of scotch, and glasses arranged neatly on top. Everything is clean, crisp, modern lines with an industrial flare. The floor is polished concrete with an opulent white fur rug underneath the bed that Dabi is guessing is hell to clean and probably cost a couple of thousand of dollars if it's real, and it feels real when he dares to put his feet onto it.
There is a door past the seating area and Dabi hesitantly moves across the floor, trying to step softly as he does, and he learns quickly as he goes from fur to stone, that there must be a heating element beneath it, because it is warm under his foot as he moves up to the door. The handle is a curved bar, and the deadbolt above it is not flicked into place. So he gives it a gentle turn. It clicks very, very softly as the handle pushes easily down, and Dabi opens the door just the slightest bit.
He listens and the soft droning of a TV is going, but he can't hear any other movement. Dabi brings his quirk up to his hand, and he throws open the door, bursting out, ready to do whatever he has to to get out of this building and away from here.
He's not expecting to come face-to-face with a man no taller than him, maybe a few years younger, and naked as the day he was born. Dabi doesn't mean to squeak , and lose control of his flames, the burst of them going up towards the ceiling as the man looks at him with a small frown.
"Dabi," He recognizes his voice, and it's just as measured and calm as it was when he spoke to him before. He doesn't know if that should calm him down or not. But he's clearly not in that bunker anymore. That's what he promised, wasn't it? He didn't hurt him, as far as Dabi can tell. But he is also definitely naked . He's about the same height as him, with pale skin that is unblemished everywhere save for around his lips and eyes, where the skin looks lined and cracked, like there is shadow trying to bleed up from those lines across his features. His eyes are red as blood and locked on his face, long wavy white hair framing his features and spilling down his back nearly to the top of his hips. Dabi's face burns as he takes in the rest of his body, wide shoulders, muscle cording along his form in perfect, sculpted planes, the v of his hips cutting down into the line of his groin that leads to a cock that is rudely large and well-formed-- Dabi snaps his eyes back up to the man's and tries to scrub that image from his mind along with how thickly muscled his thighs were as well.
"Why are you naked?" He doesn't know if he's heard his voice that high since before his coma.
The man blinks, slowly, almost like a cat. Then he tilts his head slightly. "I thought that this form would be easier for you to comprehend." Dabi watches, speechless, as black shadow bursts out from his pores and coats his body, leaving him in a shroud of black fabric that drapes over his body like a cloak. Though it doesn't actually immediately cover the parts of him that he wants it to. Not until the other man catches the edges of it and moves it to the center of his body like he's pulling a robe closed. "Is that better?"
"Where the fuck are we?"
"After you let me in, I destroyed the facility and planted a seed I've been saving for many years." The robe stays in place when he lets go of it, reaching to take Dabi's hand in his own and lacing their fingers together like he had when Dabi had been about to pass out. He feels his face heat with his humiliation when he recalls that, and he tries to pull his hand away, but the other man's grip is tight as a vice as he pulls him towards the seating area and the TV that has been mounted on the wall. This is a large, lavish, penthouse apartment with more of that smooth, industrial design aesthetic, and an open floor plan. The seating area is a conversation pit with dark leather, tufted benches that are built into the padded edge, a table at the center, and the remote has been left on the couch. The other man doesn't use that to turn up the volume on the news broadcast as it pans over a disaster zone.
" --Kamino Ward. After the devastating fight, All Might could be seen at the center of the rubble, raising his fist to the sky before pointing to the distant horizon. The hero collapsed shortly after that and has been admitted to the hospital in critical condition. The villain who he fought was pronounced dead at the scene. "
The TV goes on, but Dabi's head is full of static as he sees the camera loop back to footage from the start of the fight to show All For One floating at the center of the leveled bar. The man who presumably brought All Might to them, who got them out, squeezes his hand a little tighter.
"I believe all of the others who were being held were able to escape during the confusion, and I was able to kill the doctor as I took us out of the facility. This is one of the safe houses that my former master used to use. It is yours now, and I will keep it and you safe for as long as you wish to stay here."
"What the fuck are you?" His voice is rougher when he speaks, because there is something in him, some terrified, animal thing that tells him that this guy is not a person. He's not just someone with a weird quirk the way that he thought at first. If it was just a quirk, then All For One would have taken it for himself. He wouldn't have had him locked up to be used.
"You can use the name 'Tomura Shigaraki' for me. I am a god."
Dabi stares at him, but the strange man doesn't relent. He meets his gaze just as evenly and leaves Dabi to try and understand what he's just heard without comment. After a second he finds his voice again, "Either you're delusional or I am."
Shigaraki smiles slightly and squeezes their entwined fingers one more time before he takes his away, bringing his hands to his chest. He opens the robe and then uses one hand to sink his fingers past his flesh, making Dabi's stomach twist as he pulls his skin open at his sternum a black void inside of him, the wound bleeding black blood that streaks over his skin, meets the robe that he's wearing, and disappears into it before it can hit the floor. He reaches the other hand inside of that void and pulls out an old leather tome, shaking the last bits of his blood from it before he offers it to him.
Dabi can't move.
Shigaraki lets go of his skin, and it closes itself up neatly. Like it never happened. He reaches for Dabi's hands and he places the book between them, and Dabi's skin crawls as he feels the leather that keeps it bound. It's wrong just like Tomura Shigaraki is wrong. He glances down at the book. Leather, old, worn around the edges, put together with care, but clearly it has also been handled so many times that it never had a chance of remaining pristine. He doesn't know what this is, but he doesn't want it. Every part of him revolts against it.
"I thought that you may have doubts. This book will tell you each inch of me that mortals have been able to comprehend. You may read it at your leisure." Shigaraki's hand moves to Dabi's face again, like how his touch had felt the very first. "You may leave when you wish to as well. Our original bargain was filled. But if you wish for me to help you bring ruin to Enji Todoroki the way that you allowed me to destroy my captors, then I will have your devotion, and your flesh."
Dabi smacks his hand away and backs up a step, feeling an indignant blush trying to rise to his cheeks. "What the fuck are you talking about? Like hell ."
"As I said, that is your choice to make. If you choose to leave, then you only need to return my Necronomicon before you go, and then you will never see me again." The creature turns and walks over to one of the large walls of windows and looks out at the dying light cresting over the city. He says nothing else as Dabi stands in so much confusion for several more minutes as the news cuts to a commercial break. He doesn't know what else to do or say either, so he takes the book that feels like it is just as imbued with that strange, awful energy, and turns to go back to the bedroom. When he goes inside this time, he throws the lock shut, and he just stands on the other side for a long time.
///
He thinks he might still be in shock when he goes to the bed and sits down, opening the strange book. Inside he finds sections that are written in languages that he doesn't know, but someone has added translations to many of the passages. Some of them aren't even in Japanese, and most of them are in different handwriting, different inks, and he isn't sure what to make of them. He just knows that it's strange. But he starts to read anyway.
The book-- Necronomicon -- is a detailed account of the religious beliefs that follow what Dabi can only describe as a cult. It outlines the... gods that this cult has tried to liaise with in the past. Monsters without form, or with warped ones that the unfaithful, that the non believers would be burdened with agony and torment to look upon. There are many of the gods listed, but he finds one name burned away from every page where it must appear, those sections also always being destroyed in the Japanese translations as well. There are more entries about that creature, how it is a mass of shade that destroys everything it touches. A monster that turns the unfaithful into corpses that it can then raise into puppets for its own use, or for the use of the one who has bound the god to their will. The tone of the notes changes shortly after that section of the book is introduced, outlining the ways that the commands have leashed this entity that used to thrive on chaos, destruction, and-- Dabi's face goes hot again-- sex . How it has been contained, how its power works better or worse on the sacrifices that they gave it that held different beliefs more firmly, or if they were without purpose. That the creature, sometimes, to those with wills too weak, would simply stop the hearts of the sacrifices brought to it. It was unclear if this was because it took pity on them, or if it felt they would not be useful puppets, but after many sacrifices that proved to be fruitless, they had begun screening their sacrifices in order to create the nomu more reliably.
He reads the book cover-to-cover three times, until any trace of light is gone and he is sitting in the warm glow of the lamplight from the bedside table. A day ago, if what happened before was really only a day, he wouldn't have thought of this as anything but an elaborate prank. Some kind of weird hazing thing that All For One did to help ensure that his people were crazy and loyal to his ideals. But All For One is dead now, and whatever Tomura Shigaraki is, he doesn't feel human. If this is the best that he can make sense of things, then he'll take what he can get for now.
And with that in mind he wants to get the fuck out . He doesn't have AFO on his ass anymore, he doesn't know what else this is going to become, what a god of some description might do with his newfound freedom, but Dabi doesn't want to be in the crosshairs when he starts. So he tosses the book onto the foot of the bed and goes to the door in the closet. It opens into a large bathroom with a massive tub and a shower with a 360° showerhead setup. He finds some fresh towels and goes ahead and cleans up, washing the smell of terror and smoke from his skin, and then going back out into the closet. He doesn't find his clothes anywhere and he doesn't want to ask for them back. So he digs around in the closet for something that's not one of the suits that he's certain are tailored and worth more than he's ever been able to spend on clothes. All of the clothes are too big for him, but he selects a button-down that he can style to look like it is artfully too large, and a pair of dress pants that he is able to wear higher on his waist, cinching them tight with a belt and tucking in his shirt so he can bunch it. It looks a little outdated, but with a too-big suit jacket, and a pair of shoes he has to wear two pairs of socks to fit, he looks more like he's going for a specific style instead of looking like he’s a child that raided his dad's closet. He opens a few more of the drawers and he finds a collection of expensive watches that he doubts a dead man will miss. the pockets of the jacket and slacks get a few of those, along with some diamond cufflinks. He can get somewhere to pawn those easily and have more than enough money so that he can live comfortably for a while, far, far away from any crazy eldritch gods.
Dabi looks around for anything else that he can use, but he doesn't find anything particularly interesting. So he takes a breath, grabs the book again, and unlocks the door.
Shigaraki is standing right where he left him before, still looking out of the window. Dabi can't be certain if he's moved at all in the many hours that he's been occupied. He didn't even turn on any lights, just letting the illumination from the TV screen and the glow of the city skyline light the room. Creepy shit. Dabi tosses the book onto the couch and locates the door.
"I don't want to play with fucking black magic or whatever this shit is. Thanks for not killing me and getting me out of there, but I want to go."
Shigaraki looks at him then, turning to fully face him, his skin and hair looking luminous in the dim light. "That's a shame. I had hoped you would stay. I enjoyed our brief time together." He doesn't move towards him, and Dabi doesn't know if he should feel threatened or not when he asks, "What will you do now?"
"That's none of your business." He tries to stand his ground.
"I suppose not." The creature turns back to the window and after another second of waiting for something to happen, Dabi hesitantly casts his eyes around to try and find the door. It's not hard to do and he moves towards it. This one is unlocked and he puts his hand on the handle, waiting again to see if the creature will stop him, or give him some other portent of doom. But Shigaraki stays quiet.
He usually is better at holding his tongue, but he can't help it when he says, "What the fuck are you going to do now that you're off your leash?"
The monster hums in the back of his throat. "I don't know. I'm still in this form, I'll have to test the limits of what I can do without worshippers to bring me to my previous state."
"Are you going to make more monsters?"
"No, I don't think so." He lifts a hand, looking at it like it's a foreign thing and not attached to his body. "Those beasts are tainted now, known too widely to serve my purposes without being linked to my captor."
There's another beat of silence and Dabi has to ask, "'Tomura Shigaraki' wasn't named in that book."
"It's a new mortal name that I've taken for myself. After what happened by having my name out in the world before, I've decided that I do not want my True Name to be available for anyone to use again. This one is more appropriate for this country, is it not?"
"...It's fine."
Shigaraki brings his hands back to his sides and waits.
Dabi waits too. Then he half-turns the doorknob. "You're really going to let me go?"
"I found you when we were both in captivity, I am not going to become a jailor after you were so kind to help me escape." He hesitates, "But if you were to stay, I would be able to help you find your revenge."
"I don't need any help."
"Then I suppose we don't have anything left to discuss."
Dabi waits another half a second, then he opens the door and starts to step out.
"If you change your mind, you will always be able to find me here, Dabi."
He doesn't deign to acknowledge that, instead leaving while he's still able and swiftly making his way down the hall to the waiting elevator. He half expects the thing to fall and crash into the ground, splattering him into paste, but he gets out on the ground floor without issue and is able to make it onto the street without trouble. He doesn't think it's just his paranoia that has him feeling like there are eyes watching him as he makes his way down the street, but he doesn't dare look back up at the building to find out if he can see the god watching him from the window above.
///
Dabi gets the watches to a fence and nearly balks at how much he's given for them, even though he knows he's being ripped off since this isn't someone he has a working relationship with. It doesn't matter when he walks away with nearly three million yen. He goes and gets a hotel, a proper hotel with a safe and good security to stay in, with some of the money, before he takes a portion of it and goes to buy himself some new clothes, a cell phone, laptop, and suitcase so that it looks like maybe he had to go back to pick up his luggage for some reason, hoping to keep the staff from thinking he's too suspicious. He returns to his room and sets up the electronics before he looks up the brand of the watches from what he remembered, and he suddenly isn't surprised anymore, discovering that they were made by some famous foreign company and that they routinely sell watches for upwards of ten thousand USD. He's pretty sure he could have gotten over double what he was given if he'd known what he was holding, but he will happily take what he can get.
This kind of money changes everything for him, and he figures out that he's in Esuha, and puts out feelers for anyone who can make him some falsified documents. He wants a passport, ID, hell, he'll take a high school diploma if he can get it done, and he wants it done well . When those are finished, he moves to another hotel with a proper ID and no reason to draw any attention to himself and books a room for a week. During that time, he starts to look for somewhere to stay that isn't too far from his father's agency. This is more money than he's ever had in his life, and if he finds a modest place to stay, and stays frugal, then he'll be able to live out the rest of his life without issue. He will be able to focus on finding a place to hone his quirk and prepare for his fight against Enji in peace and make it easier for him to surpass his father than it would have been if he'd just been burning himself out every day trying to make himself better.
He's sitting in the hotel room, clicking away on the laptop, looking for a place to call his own, when the news comes on for the afternoon. The HPSC said there was going to be some big announcement following All Might's release from the hospital, so he is keeping an ear out for that and he turns up the volume as it starts, shifting his attention.
It's disturbing to see All Might... small, bandaged, and only just able to stand up straight as he takes the center stage. That alone makes this feel surreal. His father might have been the monster who made him, but it was entirely so that he could have his legacy go toe-to-toe with the giant that was All Might. Seeing him like this, it makes his stomach twist.
So he really does nearly throw up when All Might begins to speak and he announces that he will be retiring now. It's the next generation's turn to lead. He'll be going back to UA to resume his work as a teacher. He thanks the press assembled, he thanks the country for allowing him the opportunity to have been their symbol of peace for so many years. And when he steps down, the chairwoman steps up and announces that in one month's time, there will be a billboard ceremony where the new official rankings of Japan's top ten heroes will be formally announced.
Where Endeavor will become number one .
///
Dabi knocks on the door, his quirk barely sitting under his skin with how sharp his panic is. He had nearly caught fire as he was packing up his hotel room, definitely can't ever go back with how erratic he had been as he ran out of there like a bat out of hell. But it was between coming here and going straight to his father's agency and trying to take him on right then. Dabi hates himself, hates his weakness, hates that he spent the past few weeks being prodded at and assessed and finding out that he isn't anywhere near powerful enough to actually kill him. He's not even sure if he can do enough as he is right now to actually put up a fight. Certainly not against him, his sidekicks, and whatever other heroes he calls in. Dabi had been going to the League because he knew that he would need someone else to help clear the path to get to his father. That hadn't panned out, but he still needs that help--
The door opens and Tomura Shigaraki takes him in for only a second before he smiles, slow and calm, as he sees him standing on the other side.
"You're back."
"What the fuck would I have to give you?" The words taste acrid along the back of his tongue as the creature moves aside so that he can step into the apartment. "That book-- you never give something for nothing. If I want to destroy Enji Todoroki, what would I have to give you?" He is yelling, he realizes distantly. He can't remember the last time he raised his voice like this, the last time his quirk felt like it was sparking so high that he genuinely wasn't sure if he would be able to withstand it.
Shigaraki doesn't seem fazed at all with his outburst. He regards Dabi with a neutral serenity that makes him feel even more out of control. "I can help you to destroy your father. I will give you motes of my power and you can plant them through every facet of his life that you would like to see tarnish and crack. Whether you choose to kill him yourself or if you choose to simply watch him left destitute and broken, I will give you every tool that you need to ensure your success." He promises, the way that Dabi would have expected a demon to promise. He doesn't want to believe him, but he doesn't know what else to do . He has always been too weak, too broken, too worthless to surpass his father. He couldn't even stand on equal ground to him. He doesn't have a choice now than to do this if he wants to ensure that Enji never sees himself claim the spot that he brought Dabi into the world for, and then disregarded him over when he couldn't meet those expectations.
"What do you want ?!" He snarls, getting into the creature's face. There is smoke bleeding out of his seams, the staples across his palms so hot as he grabs hold of the other's shirt and holds onto it, realizing very distantly that the creature is wearing one of the suits from the closet now instead of the robe of shadows from before.
Shigaraki reaches for his face, not caring that his skin must be hot enough to burn too as he cups his hand over his cheek like he had the first time he'd touched him. "You will be my new worshiper. I will make your dreams come to fruition, but you will give me your submission and supplication."
"And what? Skin babies for you? That book had a lot of fucked up shit in it, what do you want?" He repeats, the words snarled through his teeth.
"No. I don't want to draw that kind of attention. I want you to stay here with me. Attend me. Follow my commands when you are with me, ensure I have what I need even after you have finished with your own quest for revenge. You will plant my seeds elsewhere. You will ensure that my decay spreads to every inch of this world I deem worthy of destroying."
He was prepared to be an attack dog for All For One to kill Enji, this isn't all that different. Not like he didn't already know he was going to burn after all of this anyway. He can do this too. "Fi--"
The hand shifts around to the back of Dabi's neck and he pulls him closer, other hand catching his hip and holding him in place. "And I will have every inch of your flesh, Dabi. You have already traded me your first kiss. I will take all of the other firsts that your body has to give, and I will have them over and over again until they become mundane."
He thinks it's the shock of those words that is so overwhelming that he ends up feeling like he's coming out of the haze of his emotions from a moment before. The smoke vents out of him and his temperature lowers sharply as he stares at the being who looks back at him with unwavering red eyes. "...What?"
Shigaraki leans in a little closer, his grip firm enough to keep Dabi in place as his nose brushes against his. "If you wish to receive my blessings and power, you will do so in my bed. You will worship on your back, your knees, whatever position I deign to have you in, whenever you want more of my decay. Pleasures of the flesh for the satisfaction of seeing your will done. That is the trade you will make for me, little one."
A god of chaos, destruction, and sex the book had said. Clearly it wasn't lying. Indignance lances through his being. He doesn't want to sell his body for his revenge like he's some kind of whore. He's never given sex a thought, not when his skin was always barely attached to his body, and he really didn't care about it. It's not like he's saving himself or something like that. He just-- he just didn't expect to be asked to trade it away. There is something humiliating about that.
But why? He tries to reason through this rapidly. Why does it matter? He was willing to die to kill his father. If he survives this, but Enji is in ruins, then really what is the difference? His father couldn't make it to his goals so he tried to use sex to get over the barriers to his success. At least if Dabi does it, then he won't be bringing children into the picture to be broken.
"Are you going to hurt me?" It feels so childish to ask that. But the book was frightening. There were plenty of creatures in it like Shigaraki who did horrible things to the people who followed them, worse things to the people who were sacrificed. He doesn't want to be skinned, quartered, turned inside out, made to feel his organs being extracted from his body. He doesn't want to trade fighting his father honestly even though he is sure to lose for knowing he will succeed, but only after the point when his body is no longer his own anymore and is just a mass of agonized nerves.
"Some of the things may cause discomfort," Shigaraki tells him, sounding a little too pleased at the concept. "But I will never cause harm past what mortals do to each other during intercourse."
"Humans do plenty of fucked up shit to each other during sex." He croaks, hating himself for how immediately his mind flashes back to hearing Rei crying through the walls.
Shigaraki pauses and then he frowns. He shifts to press his cracked lips softly to Dabi's forehead. "I will not ever do something to you that would prevent you from withdrawing your consent. If you do not like something I'm doing, then you can tell me, and we will find something else that brings us both pleasure instead."
"Can you read my mind?"
"I can taste your intentions and feel the shadows of memories that stir a strong emotion within you. I could taste your drive even through so many layers of concrete between us. I knew that your flame would be bright enough to burn us both free of our shackles. Now I wish to see you become an inferno that devours the shadows that Enji Todoroki has cast over your form."
Dabi takes a shaky inhale. He said he would do anything for his ambition. "Okay. I'll be your... follower? I'll let you fuck me, I'll destroy whatever you want me to, as long as you help me destroy Enji first."
"Our bargain is struck," Shigaraki agrees, giving him another kiss on his forehead. "When you are ready to receive my blessings, call for me. Until then," he lets go of him and steps back out of his space, "This will be our domicile, take the mortal comforts you need from it."
"...That's it? You're not going to tear my clothes off?"
"I am in no hurry, I am eternal. But your mind is cloudy and your emotions turbulent. You have spoken those words, but your conviction is not complete. When it is," Shigaraki's eyes drag slowly down his body and Dabi feels himself getting warmer again, embarrassment this time rather than his quirk. "You will call for me. And then, we'll see if ripping away your clothing is what either of us are in the mood for."
Shigaraki turns from him completely after that, finding one of the long shadows that is being cast from the afternoon sun, and he steps into it, his body disappearing completely.
When Dabi manages to make his legs work again, he goes over and swipes his hand through the shadow, but it is as immaterial as it always has been before. He's just alone in the massive penthouse apartment, knowing that he just sold whatever is left of his soul, and all of his body, to a god.
Dabi goes into the bedroom again, and he's fairly certain that the bed is rumpled in exactly the way it was before he left four days ago. He wonders if the god just wandered around in this place and stared out the window, never sitting, never sleeping. His mind is cloudy, and Dabi doesn't want to think for a while, so he grabs the bottle of scotch off of the bar, forgoes a glass, and sees how much he can get into his system before he passes out.
///
He wakes up the next day, barely manages to stumble into the bathroom, and ends up vomiting for half an hour, his head pounding before he manages to rinse out his mouth and get some water in his system. He can't remember the last time that he's felt so hungover and he leaves the lights off in the bathroom as he goes to take a shower. He only has a month to destroy Enji, and he doesn't know how that's going to work. He has no idea if this is going to be as fast as AFO's downfall came, or if it only looked like that because the god was exacting his own revenge. Either way, he can't put it off for long. But he doesn't think he wants to lose his virginity when he feels this fucking awful. So he showers, goes back into the bedroom, fumbles with a remote he finds on the nightstand until the automatic shudders lower and allows him to rest in blissful darkness and he goes back to sleep.
It's around mid afternoon when he wakes again, still groggy and sluggish, with a headache still thrumming at the base of his skull. But he's hungry this time instead of nauseous, so he makes himself get out of the bed and go into the living room. It's still too bright, and he finds the remote to shut the shades in this room sitting on the table near the couch, no eldritch god in sight. Fine by him. He goes to the fridge and finds nothing but food that expired at least a week ago, and even that is bare pickings of takeout. The cabinets are barren of anything but coffee filters and dishes. Dabi hates to have to put the effort in, but he checks the apartment number and finds the address of the building and then gets out his phone. There are places that will deliver to here, but if this is... going to be his home for a while, he doesn't want to have to order every meal through a delivery service. So instead he finds a supermarket chain that delivers to this area and starts to load up his cart with groceries. He managed to open a bank account to put some of the money he made into it, though he still has most of it in cash right now, not wanting to risk being noticed by putting a large sum in all at once.
As he's putting whatever he wants to eat for the next week into the cart, he also ends up navigating through the other sections of the store, going around the apartment to get a sense of the layout and what else he might need. There are no dish towels that he can find in the kitchen, no coffee of any description despite the existence of the filters, he can't find a single goddamn tissue box in here either. The apartment consists of the master bedroom with the ensuite, the living room, kitchen, and dining area all in one big open floor plan, and then a half bath, office, and small home gym off of the other side of the main area. He can't find a fucking broom, dish soap, dishwasher tablets, a sponge, duster, or any other kind of cleaning supplies here, and it takes him an hour to figure out that there is a laundry setup here, but that it's hooked up behind one of the mirrors in the fucking gym of all places, the door practically invisible. Shigaraki said that this was a safehouse, and someone was clearly storing clothes here to wear, but it absolutely seems like no one actually was using this place as anything other than somewhere to sleep and shower.
So Dabi ends up packing his cart full of everything he would need to actually live in a place like this without letting it go to shit. It's as he's scrolling through the different departments, making sure to buy himself another box of hair dye and some shampoo and conditioner made to keep the color from washing out, when he sees some of the other subsections of the personal care items. His face heats a little as he hesitates for a second before he clicks over to the tab that offers him two dozen different kinds and brands of condoms and lube, and wonders what the fuck he would even need. He doesn't even know if a god would need or want these things, but he stares at the screen for a handful of seconds before he takes a slow breath and decides that he will feel better if he has them. He selects a box that proclaims that it can hardly be felt and that also says it's good for large cocks, given the eye full he got when he first saw the god face-to-face. The lube is more confusing, and he doesn't really know what he should be looking for, so he just throws one in at random, and moves on with the rest of his purchases. It's a massive order by the time he's done, and it will take two hours to get here, but he figures that's fine.
The Necronomicon is not anywhere in the apartment that he can find, but he finds the router in the office and after another half an hour, he's able to break in and get things working. He launches his VPN and starts to search up whatever information that he can find on this kind of weird religion. He finds a lot of bullshit. A lot of fiction, a lot of games, movies, and other pieces of media that talk about eldritch creatures, but he doesn't find anything that sounds as real as the things that he read in the book. He doesn't even find something that might be a dog whistle that can lead him to more information about what he's gotten himself into. He does, however, find out that there are plenty of people who would like to be in the situation he's found himself in. Lots of people who think the idea of being fucked by an unknowable creature whose very touch could shatter their sanity would not only be worth it, but would be the hottest thing they could think of. He doesn't know about that, but he does find out that most people think that there will be tentacles involved, and that he will probably get some shoved in every hole.
Dabi blanches. He's never even let someone else touch his dick apart from getting his piercings, and that was absolutely not a sexy process. He's barely ever even masturbated, the staples across his palms making it uncomfortable for extended periods of time, and never really having a place that was completely secure in a way that would allow him to feel comfortable trying to build his arousal. He doesn't know how he's going to go from that to potentially half a dozen tentacles pushed into every hole until the creature is satisfied.
Dabi adjusts his search, moving away from eldritch gods and over to... advice for people about to have sex for the first time. There is a lot of different information on that too. None of it, he's sure, is actually going to prepare him for what it will be like with Shigaraki, but the god said he wouldn't hurt him during it in a way that humans don't already do. So if he knows what's outside of the norm, he at least will be able to call him on it if he tries. The amount of people who say that their first time was mediocre to terrible is not all that encouraging overall. But on the other hand, Dabi isn't expecting to actually enjoy the sex with the god. Sex is the toll for the power to end his father. That's all it has to be. As long as the creature doesn't try to turn his genitals inside out, then he shouldn't have a problem with anything else he does.
It doesn't feel much like he believes that by the time he's closing the laptop and going to the door to get his delivery.
///
Dabi spends the rest of the day cleaning up the apartment. He throws out all of the old toiletries in the bathroom, gives the place a good cleaning as he finds a fine layer of dust over most things, washes the bedding, cleans out the fridge and gets his groceries inside, and makes himself something light to eat since his stomach is in knots for a couple of reasons now. It's a little after sundown when he decides that he really can't avoid this for too much longer. No matter how patient the god said that he would be, he doesn't have time to waste anymore. He brushes his teeth again, takes another shower, his face burning as he makes sure that he's as clean as he can be, dries off and hesitates. He knows that he's going to be naked soon, but he doesn't know if he wants to start off that way before he's even called for the other being. He already feels so nervous and vulnerable, that the thought of starting this encounter completely exposed is making him want to squirm out of his skin. It's probably beyond stupid of him to pull on a set of his new boxer briefs and one of the sleep shirts that he rarely actually wears because of how hot he runs in his sleep.
He also can't bring himself to go near the bed, only pausing long enough to grab the half empty bottle of scotch from the nightstand so that he can pour himself a fresh shot and throw that back, like that will make any of this easier and less humiliating. But he will take whatever courage he can actually manage to squeeze out of the drink. Dabi leans against the edge of the table, letting the glass hit the surface a little roughly before he calls out,
"So how is this going to work, Shigaraki?"
Dabi immediately regrets his decision when the shadows under the bed start to bleed upwards, coalescing into the god's form, sitting on the edge of the bed, in only that robe of black again as he watches him. Dabi has always wanted the attention of others on him. He's always wanted to have someone look at him and tell him that he's doing well, that he's the best, but he can firmly say that he never expected how small he would feel when he had the kind of unwavering attention on him that the god is currently giving him. He just knows that he isn't a fan and that he would much, much rather get away from it. Maybe if he has him on his stomach, he'll just be able to hide his face in the pillows and not have to think about it as the god uses his body to his heart's content.
"Are you certain that you're ready for this, Dabi? You still taste... turbulent."
"I'm nervous . Fucking sue me!" He snaps. "I've never done this!" He didn't think he was embarrassed about that before. He never thought sex was in the cards for him, looking the way he does, knowing that he wasn't going to live very long anyway. But he certainly feels it now. "I don't know what you're going to do to me. I don't know if fucking you is going to, I don't know, make my dick shrivel up and decay because you destroy the things you touch." And no, he doesn't think that he's just embarrassed right now, certainly not just nervous. Dabi is... afraid.
"I wouldn't hurt you like that, Dabi." The god tells him, his tone turning gentle. "Nothing I do to you this time will leave you with any permanent damage."
"‘ This time .’ What happens next time? What are you going to do to me when we're a few weeks, or months, or, hell, years into this and you get bored with me and the limits my stupid human body has? Are you going to decide then that I'm a toy that you'll have more fun breaking in the awful ways that fucking book talked about?" Dabi's entire chest feels tight with anxiety in a way he hasn't had to deal with since he was so young and waiting alone in the training room, only to realize that his father really wasn't coming home to spend time with him.
He's not expecting the god to look at him with so much naked pity , and that makes it all even worse. He turns away from him, pouring himself another drink and hating himself for how his hands shake as he does.
"Dabi," Shigaraki's voice is too gentle. "I won't ever leave permanent damage to your body if you do not want that. I used to mark my anointed with my brand, but if that is something that causes you so much discomfort, then I will forgo that part of the ceremony. I won't ever destroy your genitals. I will not hurt you unless you agree to it." He promises.
"I'm giving you my life for this." Not just his virginity. That's just a symbol of what he's giving up. At least when he thought he was going to die with Enji, he thought that he knew what would happen afterwards. Either burning eternal or a long nothing. He made his peace with that. But the god will have his life after his revenge has been taken. He'll have him at his beck and call and spreading his will throughout this world, and Dabi doesn't know what that means for him. And it's fucking terrifying.
"And I am giving you my power, Dabi. This is an exchange. If what I offer you in turn is not enough for you to feel comfortable making it, then it cannot be done." Shigaraki doesn't say anything for another moment, and then he asks, "I am not cruel for the sake of cruelty, Dabi. I will do my best to ensure that our coupling, and your work for me brings you satisfaction."
Dabi tries to settle his nerves and breathe. Why is the thought of living after his revenge scaring him so much more than dying has been? Was it just easier because he's thought of himself as a ghost for so many years? "I'll set you on fire if you do something I don't like." He croaks.
"This is acceptable if you at least attempt to use your words before reaching that point."
"Fine." He finishes his second drink and takes a deep breath, setting the glass back on the table a little roughly. Then he forces his spine straight and turns to face the god. His body, his life, whatever, for his revenge. It's an exchange that he can make.
Shigaraki watches him, but maybe he can taste it when Dabi grabs hold of his resolve and holds it tight. "Come sit on my lap, little one." He instructs gently.
It still feels so difficult to make his legs work to cross the scant meter of space between them. Dabi squeezes his fists tight to keep his nerves at bay, and then loosens them, making himself reach for the other's shoulders. They feel mortal enough under his hands as he shifts to get in his lap, his knees spread wide around the creature's hips, his legs against the mattress as he settles on top of him. His skin is cold through the robe made of shadows, and that is the same too-smooth texture that the thing that was not a tongue was when it pushed into his mouth.
He has the god searching his expression again, and Dabi doesn't know what must be painted across his face. But he refuses to give into his fear again and flinch. So Shigaraki reaches for him instead. He brings a hand up to his face, knuckles soft against his cheek, just above the line of his staples.
"I want to kiss you again."
"You're going to fuck me. Do you really need the fucking invitation?"
"No, but I want it. Let me kiss you?"
It feels like a humiliation instead of a courtesy to have to tell the monster what he can have instead of just having him take it, so he nearly snarls as he tangles his hands in the being's long white hair and yanks him closer. Dabi has only had one kiss in his life, and that one didn't hurt. But this one does as he pulls him in hard and smashes their lips together roughly enough to feel the shape of their teeth behind them. He doesn't care, doesn't know how to move his mouth to make it feel nice, doesn't even know how to get their tongues, or whatever the creature had used before, involved, but he doesn't care. He just doesn't want to be babied. He's not weak or pathetic for not wanting to be mutilated . But that doesn't mean he wants the other creature to treat him like glass either. He just wants to get this over with.
Shigaraki must be able to taste all of that on him, but he doesn't pay it any attention. The hand on his cheek shifts around the back of his neck, and he takes control of the kiss. He turns it to something that isn't making his lips ache, and he nibbles very gently against his skin before something that feels much more like a tongue than it did the first time, licks along his lower lip. Dabi opens his mouth, expecting that appendage to push into his throat the way that it did the first time. But the tongue that pushes into his mouth is much more human this time, and it doesn't devour him the way that the appendage had. It flicks along his teeth, teases itself against his own, and he still tastes like sleet, but nothing that is happening to his mouth is overwhelming the way that it was the first time. It's softer. Kinder, maybe.
Dabi sinks his teeth into the other's lip when his tongue retreats so that he can suck in a gasp of air, and he ensures that he bites hard enough for it to hurt . "Don't treat me like a baby."
"I assure you," Shigaraki breathes against his lips, seemingly unfazed by his bite, "I do not copulate with infants."
"You know what I mean." He snaps. "I don't want you to draw this out because it's my first time or whatever. Just fuck me and keep your word."
Shigaraki pulls him back in and kisses him again, his other hand wrapping around to the small of Dabi's back and trying to pull him even closer. His teeth find Dabi's lip this time, and there is a small spark of pain, but not enough to make him recoil as the other creature forces his tongue back into his mouth and starts to kiss him in the hungry, all-consuming way that other people talk about kissing when it comes to sex. Dabi immediately wonders if he shouldn't have pushed. But he really would rather have this over quickly than drag it out with the god asking him what feels good, if he needs to slow down, if he's alright. He doesn't want things to be gentle, he just wants them to be finished.
Still, Shigaraki doesn't rush from kissing him. He licks into his mouth, tastes every inch of him, and demands more than shows Dabi how to move his own mouth against his in order to make certain that he's actually getting something out of it. Dabi accepts that easily enough, not anticipating the way that his body is starting to heat a few minutes later, when his breath is a little heavier because the being is barely giving him a chance to breathe through the kisses. He doesn't know if he likes it or not, still, but he is at least feeling something other than his nervous anticipation.
That quickly spirals into something else when, as the other has his tongue inside of his mouth, he feels a tendril of something else move against a different part of his mouth. Dabi makes a completely undignified squeaking sound before he jerks back, seeing Shigaraki's mouth as he closes it. His teeth are white behind his lips and he can see his tongue, but everything else is cast in inky blackness, and he sees a tendril of that darkness snake its way back into the pitch to hide again.
"What the fuck was that?"
"This form is limited. If I'm going to give you my seed--" Dabi's face heats so sharply that he's worried that he might combust, again. "Then I need to give you elements of my true form. Don't worry, it won't hurt."
He doesn't know how to say that he's not worried about that aspect, so much as he is despairing over the fact that the internet was right and he is going to be stuffed full of tentacles. But that isn't going to change what's going to happen. "Some fucking forewarning would be nice." He just grumbles instead.
"I'm going to pin you onto the bed." Shigaraki says, and before Dabi can actually fully process the statement, the world is twisting sharply.
He lets out a startled cry as he ends up on the bed, on his back, the other keeping his legs spread wide so that he can keep his hips between them. His weight isn't fully over him, but Dabi knows that he wouldn't be able to move if the other doesn't deign to give him the opportunity.
Shigaraki leans over him, his eyes hotter now as his robe melts away from his skin, spilling into the shadows cast under their bodies and leaving him very naked over Dabi's body which doesn't have any right to make him as embarrassed as he feels right now. "I'm going to kiss you and feed my tongues into your throat. I'm going to take off your clothes and drag them across your skin so that I can taste your flesh without rending it," his voice is low and hot as he speaks, and Dabi's breath catches in the back of his throat. "If you're well-behaved, I might even wrap them around your cock before I open up your body so that you can take my cocks inside. And after you're full of my decay, I'm going to keep you plugged up with them until the seeds have taken root while you're still trembling from how good it felt to be adored by a god." He leans back in, his hair falling around them in a curtain, and his breath strangely cool against his skin. "Is that 'forewarning' enough, little one?"
Dabi is not proud of the whimper that leaves his throat, but at least the deity doesn't say anything about it before he's leaning back in to give him another hard kiss. His hands start to move over his body as he licks back into his mouth, one tongue, the human-feeling one first, going behind his teeth. It's only as he feels his hands start to press up underneath his shirt that he slips in the other tongue. The tentacle one. Dabi has barely figured out how to kiss with one, but Shigaraki doesn't have any trouble taking the lead and ensuring that it feels... good as he does it. His tongues press inside and find places where it feels nice for them to touch. He doesn't know if he expects the other to put a third into his mouth, but he doesn't have time to contemplate it as he pushes his shirt up underneath his arms and drags his hands over his chest until his fingers find his nipples. He gasps as he touches him there, his fingers immediately teasing the buds and playing with his piercings. He hasn't had anyone ever play with those before. He didn't even get them for any reason other than he was hoping to draw attention away from his scars to some intentional pieces of metal that he'd sunk into his flesh. But they feel very sensitive now, making his heart beat a little faster and his skin feel a little hotter as he's touched.
Shigaraki gives him a fourth tongue, and Dabi presses his fist against his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath his knuckles. The other relents, in a way, slipping one of the tentacles out of his mouth and instead letting it lave across his chin and down over his throat, all without breaking their kiss completely. That tentacle finds a spot on his jaw that makes him shiver, his fingers uncurling against his chest, and nails scraping lightly over his skin. He doesn't mean to do it, but if anything, that just seems to rile the creature up more, his mouth moving over Dabi's skin, leaving his own gasping. He pulls his too many tongues back into his mouth so that he can use his teeth along Dabi's jaw, trailing to that place that got a reaction from him before, and nibbling at his skin. The spike of shame that lances his gut as he wonders what he must feel like with his scars there is quickly discarded because as soon as Shigaraki settles his mouth there, he begins to lick and nibble along his flesh until Dabi's whole body is going hotter.
It feels like he's surrendering a part of himself when he can't help but moan softly as it happens. The creature enjoying his flesh hums softly against his skin, teasing his nipples again and then shifting his grip. He makes Dabi arch up off of the bed so that he can pull away his shirt, those red eyes on him again and devouring every inch of his body that he can see.
"My pretty patchwork mortal," he all but purrs, praise dripping from every word. "You're going to be the perfect vessel for my chaos."
Dabi doesn't dare drop his eyes from his face, feeling his own go so much warmer at the declaration, "Just get on with it already. I have more important things to do."
"So mouthy. I'll allow that, for now. But someday soon, you will be taking this moment to worship the way that you should be so honored to." Shigaraki reaches for his undergarments next, clearly planning on adhering to Dabi's request even though he's definitely not behaving himself or acting as eagerly as those people on the forums he read would have been. He doesn't know if he can blush any hotter than he already is as the creature's eyes go down to his cock. The kisses were... better than he thought this would be, but he's still so nervous that he's not hard yet. He isn't sure if he cares about that. Maybe he just needs Dabi to be a warm body for him to find his own pleasure in. Plenty of other people said they didn't cum the first time they had sex. "You don't have to be nervous, little one," Shigaraki tells him as he leans down to press kisses against his sternum, not minding the line of staples that crosses it. He licks over one of his nipples and Dabi barely bites back a whine as his mouth opens, and a tentacle snakes out from behind his lips too and licks both at the same time.
The bastard has the gall to laugh at him and Dabi forgets himself and he smacks him across the back of his head. "Stop making fun of me!"
It's probably lucky that Shigaraki finds his outburst amusing instead of being furious for daring to hit him. Shigaraki takes his tongues away from his skin and leans in close, looking at him again, his lips twisted into a small smile. "Dabi, I am not making fun of you, I am not taunting you. I am not doing this because I was captive and you were just the first human I could find. I want to taste you. I want to help you achieve your goals and I want to give you pleasure because I know that you have sadly lived a life with so little of it." He brings his hand to his face again, cupping his palm against his cheek. "I will go slowly, I will go quickly, I will give you anything that you need in order to ensure that you are feeling good before we move forward." He strokes his thumb along the line of his staples, and Dabi doesn't know why that makes him feel like he's going to burst into tears. This is stupid . He's selling his fucking soul, there shouldn't be anything soft in this. The creature should have just pinned him down and fucked him as hard as he wanted to until he was satisfied and left Dabi clinging to the scraps of power he left in his wake. Shigaraki presses a kiss to his forehead again and speaks with his lips still brushing his skin. "I don't want you to be frightened, Dabi. I want to make you happy when we're entwined."
Maybe the tasting emotions thing is a little more convenient than he first thought. He doesn't have to admit how terrified he is at least. Scared that this will sour, scared he's making the wrong choice, scared that the god will... turn cruel and not stop if he asks. "I don't want all of this soft stuff." He manages to croak. "I don't care if it feels good as long as you don't hurt me. I just don't want to be sitting here in anticipation." He sounds so small when he says it and Shigaraki, for his part, just sighs softly.
"Okay, little one. We'll move forward. But it doesn't have to hurt for you to say you want to stop. You don't have to explain why you want to, you can just tell me and that will be it."
Dabi turns his face to half hide it in the pillows, hating how pathetic he is. Maybe burning would have been easier. Shigaraki doesn't keep peppering his skin with kisses, he shifts between Dabi's legs, hands wrapping around the backs of his thighs and spreading him wider. Dabi's face burns with his humiliation at being so exposed.
"You're just as pretty here as you are everywhere else, little one." The god reassures him. "I'm going to open you up, darling, I'm going to use my essence to do it. They are like my tongues." He warns.
Dabi blanches as he feels the other shifting closer again, "Wait!"
The movement immediately stops and Shigaraki's voice is still gentle instead of frustrated when he says, "For as long as you need." His thumb rubs soothing circles above his staples on the back of his thigh. "What can I do to make this easier, little one?"
Burning himself alive would definitely be easier than this. "You can't just, just, stick it in! " He doesn't know a lot about anal sex, about any sex really, but he knows that much at least. "I have to be wet ."
"I know that," His tone is infuriatingly gentle. "I will get you wet," Dabi squeaks as something very wet and cool flicks over his inner thigh, and he can't help turning back from the pillows to look between the god's legs.
Shigaraki's cock is only half hard, and Dabi can't really be surprised by that. He knows he's not much to look at, and the fact that he keeps pausing the man at every turn must be trying even the patience of a god. But of course, it's the things framing his cock that makes Dabi understand the idea that looking directly at creatures like Shigaraki could break the mind. He feels like his sanity has been shattered when he sees the rest of his genitals. The black cracks around his eyes and mouth have appeared on his lower body, creating a halo around his cock, and there are four of the smooth black tendrils, each one tapered and a bit longer than his cock, emerging from those openings. They're dripping a thin, shiny translucent gray liquid that is now dripping from his thigh as well.
"Would you feel better if I used the lubrication that you purchased?" Shigaraki asks him patiently.
Dabi tears his eyes away from the undulating extra limbs and hides his face again, mumbling. "Doesn't matter."
"Yes it does, Dabi. If it makes you more comfortable, then it's important."
He feels like a child clinging to the comfort of an imaginary friend when he makes himself nod slightly. Shigaraki presses a kiss to his temple and then plucks the bottle of lube from the sheets, taking off the lid, removing the safety seal before he screws the cap back on, and clicks it open. It's a very human sequence of events that... does make Dabi feel a little better. Shigaraki gives him another kiss against the edge of his lips and then murmurs,
"Can I touch you?"
The staples across his palms ache from how hard his fingers are biting into them, but he manages to nod a little.
"It's going to be cold," Shigaraki says the words like an apology, and Dabi braces for that. The creature's entire body is cold. He can't say he's surprised that this will be too.
He doesn't touch him with one of the tentacles again. Instead, he brings very human-feeling fingers over his skin, teasing between his cheeks and moving slowly to his hole, giving him time to protest again. Dabi does shiver from the chill of his skin and the lube, but he does feel better when he has that slickness going over him, knowing that it was made for this purpose instead of whatever the creature's fluids are. Shigaraki doesn't try to push his fingers in. He just touches around him, making sure that he's soaked as his mouth goes back to Dabi's neck, finding that spot that felt nice before. He thinks that the other creature is trying to distract him from what's happening between his legs, but it doesn't quite work. Every little pulse of pleasure that he finds from the kisses and nibbles is contrasted with how weird it is to have someone's fingers on his ass. And that strangeness only grows more pronounced when the other man does start to touch him with his extra... cocks. Two of them, one on either thigh, just slithering against his skin, teasing at his seams, caressing his flesh. It's all just... confusing.
Shigaraki doesn't try to push his fingers inside of him. He brings one of his cocks up to his hole instead, the tip of that so much thinner than even his pinky, and able to circle him a few times in tandem with his fingers before he murmurs, "Do you want me to stop, or do you think you can handle having me inside, little one?"
Dabi refuses to look at him. "Get on with it."
"I am glad that you are going to destroy the one who caused you so much suffering, because if you were not going to, I would. Not everything that you experience will be filled with strife and suffering, Dabi. I hope that I can become a good experience."
"You're getting worse by bringing up my dad when you're about to put your cock in my ass!" He snaps.
Shigaraki sighs, then nuzzles back into his neck before his tentacle dick thing starts to press in . Dabi's breath catches in the back of his throat, but it doesn't hurt. It's just... weird. Like he stuck a worm inside of him. Shigaraki lets out a soft breath.
"Oh, you're so warm , little one."
"You feel like a popsicle." He grumbles. It earns him another little laugh from the man.
"You'll have to give me some of your heat then. It doesn't hurt?"
"You barely gave me an inch." Dabi stubbornly refuses to look at him. To admit that it's not that bad. They've barely started. There's plenty of time for it to get bad.
"I'll give you more soon," the god promises. "Can I touch your cock?" He asks, like that's not a hell of a fucking request.
Dabi's body goes even hotter with his embarrassment and he feels the god shiver against him as it happens. He wonders if it will break their agreement if he accidentally burns his dick. "Why?"
"Because I want to. I want to show you how tight you are. I want to help you find pleasure in our coupling, Dabi." He reassures him again.
He shouldn't be so reluctant when he's already got a bit of the god inside of him, but after another second, he manages a slight nod. Shigaraki kisses his collarbone as one of his other tentacles moves to slither up over his balls, slick and chill, and making Dabi shiver as the touch trails lightly over his sensitive skin, before he drags a portion of himself along Dabi's cock from root to tip. He settles there, the thin tendril thickening a bit, like an octopus might be able to control their limb, before he wraps two thin coils around Dabi's head, fully engulfing him. Then he squeezes .
Dabi can't help crying out. It's not pain, not quite pleasure yet, it's just sensation like nothing he's ever had before. He's never had something so wet and tight holding onto him there, never had something that twists and coils, but moves so smoothly that it's not even friction he's feeling, it's just the undulating of muscle around him.
"Should I stop, little one?"
"I thought I said to stop babying me," He tries to snarl it, but the words come out a little higher and breathless.
"Stubborn boy," there is no mistaking the softness in Shigaraki's voice, but Dabi can't respond to it, not when he takes the next moment as an opportunity to push his cock more deeply into his body. He stretches him a bit then as he gives him two inches, maybe three. But the taper is so smooth, the appendage so wet, that he doesn't have any trouble taking it inside without feeling any pain, only the strangeness of being stretched there. He doesn't have a chance to even react to it because the god decides that whatever he gives him, he will get around his own cock as the tentacle there wraps around him a little more, engulfing him up to his second piercing. Dabi's body shudders as the sensation of being encircled in such a strange way starts to make him... warm. Not hot, not his quirk creeping higher. It's his arousal this time. He's starting to warm to the deity's touches as he makes use of his body. He doesn't know what to make of that, having more than expected this to be an ordeal, not thinking there would be any pleasure for him to find here. But he feels it as it happens.
"That's it, precious." Shigaraki kisses his skin again, nuzzles at him, his hands gentle and soothing against his skin as his other two inhuman cocks move into play as well. One cups his balls, stroking him, pressing up along his taint to make that area tingle with a foreign sensation that feels so good, even though it's strange. The god does that without putting any more of himself inside, leaving his human cock, the thickest of them and the one he has been most worried about, out of his body. "Let me keep making you feel good?"
It's been such an ordeal to get to this point at all that Dabi really doesn't want the other to ruin it by talking and getting Dabi back in his own head over it. So he reaches for him and threads his hand through the god's hair, pulling so that their mouths can seal together again. Shigaraki still turns the kiss gentle. He licks at his lips with all of his tongues, teasing them in and out from his mouth, changing if he has the human one inside at all or if he has many of the other kinds. He mimics what he's doing inside of his body, at his mouth, warning him that he's going to give him another inch of his cock by taking one of his tongues and slowly pushing it deeper into his mouth. He doesn't shove it back into his throat the way that he did when they were in that bunker. But he does put it far enough back that Dabi's gag reflex twitches in acknowledgement.
The cock inside of his body goes deeper, and the one around his own wraps all the way to his root. The tentacle inside is too fluid to thrust, so he doesn't even try to. Instead he curls it against his insides, pressing along his inner walls and stroking him, getting him wet with the fluid that was dripping off of him. Dabi lets out a loud moan as he feels the nerves inside of him being stimulated in a way that they never have been before, his cock filling rapidly, spurred on as the other appendage squeezes around him, and then begins to stroke . Dabi wonders if this really would be how it would feel if he were thrusting into a tight, wet body, because the smoothness and the way that it feels as it moves inside is so unlike the way that his hand had felt around himself the few times he tried to make it good.
His breaths come in short gasps, and Dabi wants to hide the sounds he's making, but Shigaraki doesn't let him. He's eating them out of his throat with the tongues that are caressing his cheeks and tongue like his cock is touching his insides. Each movement only brings his senses higher it seems, nerves across his body, nerves that he thought were dead or that could only register pain after so long of giving him nothing else, start to tingle. He becomes acutely aware of every place where their bodies are touching, knows in an instant how sweet each one is. That the gentleness that he's being given is as good as all of the other sensations. Shigaraki sighs sweetly against his lips and his cock starts to pull out of him again, the tip teasing around his rim, getting him so wet that Dabi can feel the mixture of lube and his fluids slipping across his skin. And then he brings two of the tips to his center again. He pauses, not stopping his stroking of Dabi's cock as he does so, pulling his tongue from his throat and his lips from his own to give him the opportunity to protest. But Dabi doesn't. He lets the other man push the two tendrils inside of him, their insertion even slower than it was the first time, and then he presses another kiss to his lips.
Dabi is stretched more with two of the appendages, but that stretch doesn't hurt. There is some discomfort, some strangeness, but it's hard to keep that in mind when the cocks inside of him immediately start to prod and stroke, finding places along his walls that make a pleasure he's never felt before pulse through him. He thinks that the other must find his prostate, because the sharper spike of that ecstasy going through him makes his hips jump up. Shigaraki moves the cock encircling his along with that movement and he doesn't stop pushing his down as Dabi's hips jump, like he really is letting him fuck into an eager body. Dabi lets out a long desperate moan as his nerves radiate that sensation through him and make his mind feel like it's turning soupy from the heat.
"That's it, little one. Let me give you every inch of pleasure your body can provide."
Dabi doesn't really have a way or need to protest that now. He's too busy trying to not tremble apart as he fights the urge to fuck his cock back up into the tight hold around him again. It felt so good, and even though it took so long for him to get aroused, Dabi is certain that if he does it again, he's going to cum embarrassingly fast. So he stays, trembling against the sheets, his breaths coming in little, desperate, hitching sounds that he's never heard out of himself before as he tries to hold onto this.
"Oh, little one," Shigaraki coos, peppering his face, neck, and shoulder with more of his kisses. "You can cum. You never need to fight your pleasure. I will give you it as many times as you want." He promises.
He whines in the back of his throat, almost not wanting the permission because if he has it, then he doesn't know how the hell he's supposed to resist making a fool out of himself.
Shigaraki rubs his tentacles against his prostate again, and lets out a soft sigh of pleasure himself before he shifts his grip from his thighs to Dabi's hips. He holds him tight and then he brings them up, making Dabi thrust into the coil of his tentacle as he moves it along him again, and Dabi isn't expecting to sob as the sensation radiates through him. But he can't stop himself from giving his own desperate, needy thrusts after that, feeling the other moving the two tentacles inside of him as he does. His thighs shake as he presses his feet against the mattress to give himself better leverage as he moves, and Tomura kisses him, like he can't help but want Dabi's pleasure to build even faster.
He didn't need the encouragement, it turns out, as his first conscious orgasm overtakes him. It sends pulses radiating along every inch of his cock, his hole tightening around the intrusions inside of him and causing him to sob and moan, a litany of incomprehensible sounds coming out of him as he feels so good for the first time in his life. As he forgets about pain, about revenge, about dying for a few blissful seconds. He falls apart and the god holds him through it. He strokes his skin, he presses kisses to every part of him that he can reach. he ensures that every inch of Dabi's body is filled with his pleasure and drags it out even further so that by the time Dabi is realizing that he hasn't actually even had the other's mortal cock all the way inside of him, he's not as worried about it anymore. The other ones brought him to pleasure that bright. Normally all people can have is the human version of it. Surely that one will make him feel good too. Dabi isn't even sure his body can feel good like that again, but he's willing to try.
Shigaraki must be able to taste those intentions on him, because he gives a low rumble of approval as he gives Dabi another kiss that his mouth feels too uncoordinated to return. He tries anyway. The god feeds his tongues back into his mouth, one pushing slowly deeper into his throat again, and Dabi manages to not gag by swallowing around it instead. That makes the hands on his body tighten against him, and the tentacles inside of him move over his walls. He moans around the intrusion, the vibrations of the sound going over the smooth dark skin. Shigaraki doesn't ask him if he's sure this time. He must be able to taste how completely his bliss has stripped away his doubts. But he still goes slowly. He opens him up, his tentacles withdrawing to his rim and hooking around it, slicking him further as they pull at him to keep him stretched and open.
Shigaraki's human cock is still bigger than the others though, and even though he's very wet there too, Dabi can immediately feel that his head is going to make him stretch further as it nudges against his hole. The tongue that was slithering down his throat starts to withdraw, flicking against his tongue too as he pulls it out of Dabi's mouth so that he can breathe, "Do you want me to stop, precious?"
Dabi pulls at his hair again, his other hand scratching over his back as he clings to him, to the threads of pleasure that are still heavy in his body, trying to pull on those instead of letting the nervousness seep back in. "Just make it good." He demands breathlessly.
"You will never know anything else." Shigaraki promises him as he starts to sink inside.
Dabi sees stars, breathless from the intensity of the stretch, but it doesn't hurt . It's just so much pressure as the very tips of his tentacles slip inside of him along with his head. They ease the way, he thinks, making sure that he's soaked across every inch of his body in the hopes of making this something softer and sweeter. Not the pain that other people described coming with losing their virginity, or a fumbling discomfort. He's babying him again, but Dabi can't protest it this time as the tentacle around his soft dick squeezes him again. Fireworks go off under his skin as it happens, bursting behind his eyes as he gives another hitching, tearless sob as he feels his whole body go tighter. That doesn't hurt either. But it's so much sensation so soon after he's cum that he feels like his nerves are all frayed and sending out a cacophony of signals that his mind can't possibly make sense of. But he doesn't tell Shigaraki to stop. He doesn't tell him that it feels bad, or that he needs to slow down. He doesn't want any of those things. He just wants to make sure that he has more of him. He wants to make sure that he has everything that the other creature can give him.
Shigaraki does give him more. He gives Dabi his cock in inches, making sure that every one is accompanied by his tentacle cocks as well, two inside of him, and two outside, teasing his cock and balls as his insides are stretched and filled. He can't believe that his body can take Shigaraki's mortal cock, let alone the others alongside it, but he can feel how soaked he is, can feel how every one of his muscles can't possibly tighten because his whole body feels heavy and lax from his orgasm. He holds on tightly to the god, doing his best to not ignite as the sensations get more and more intense as he moves.
It starts as slow rolling movements, little things that are so similar to the way that he was just squeezing Dabi's cock before, that he starts to feel himself ache as he begins to fill again, the hardness coming with a kind of pain that tingles so sweetly across his nerves and leaves him incapable of asking for it to stop. And when it's clear to the deity that his body is able to take more, he holds Dabi's hips to the bed, and shifts the tentacle around him at the same time as he draws his hips back. He snaps them forward, just hard enough to make sure that Dabi can feel it all the way in his bones as he pushes back inside and brings his tentacle back down along his cock. Fresh stars fill his vision as another sob slips from his lips.
" Shigaraki! " He doesn't know if he's ever heard his voice so desperate when he wasn't just begging for an end to pain. But this isn't pain. Dabi doesn't think that pain can ever touch the way his body feels right now as Shigaraki kisses him again as he starts to fuck him properly.
The movements are never too fast, never enough to bring him off as quickly as they did initially. But they are good . His cock makes him stretch wider and is more solid than the tentacles. The pressure it puts against his walls is more firm and makes them sing in a way that the other ones weren't able to do. And the tentacles stay inside as well, coiling around his human cock, making his walls stretch more depending on how they twist, one making sure to coil up and rub over his prostate with every thrust so that he can't ever get away from that deep, rolling pleasure that stimulation there puts through his entire body. Dabi is pretty sure he's getting too hot, he realizes distantly. His whole body is feeling feverish, unable to sweat because he's evaporating it from his skin too quickly from how completely and desperately his body is looking for a release from all of the sensation that he's getting. He loses himself in it completely as the movements around his own dick take the same intensity and don't let up. He doesn't have words anymore, no doubts, only the desperate sounds that are spilling out of him as he holds onto the god like he has any control at all over what he does.
But that's not quite it either. He does have control here. The god has done everything he can to assure him of that. Had gone slow instead of taking what he wanted, had done his best to reassure him when Dabi had been so certain that he was in for ridicule. Had shown him at every possible turn that he was not going to hurt him.
Maybe that's why it feels like such a betrayal when their movements grow faster, their mouths meeting again and again as that pleasure builds and builds between them until it is finally allowed to crest through him. When Dabi cums hard and is barely gasping through the aftershocks before he feels the other shudder, letting out a low groan of his own before his cocks are all moving with little erratic twitches before Dabi feels absolutely beyond soaked as his cock is abruptly released as the one around it can't keep its shape anymore. Why he is filled with absolute horror that douses each lingering thread of pleasure as he sees his cum dripping off of the tentacle for a split second before he sees what Shigaraki's seed looks like.
His cum is more of that translucent gray, but the thing that has Dabi crying out with horror is the fact that the tip of his cock opens like a flower and not only gives a gush of its fluid, but also spills out little pea-sized black blobs. they splatter against Dabi's stomach, and start to move , squirming across his skin like tadpoles , some trying to swim to the edge of the seam across his stomach, trying to burrow into his skin --
He shrieks and fumbles to light his hand up, horrified because the cocks inside of him aren't spilling anymore, but he can feel movement still inside of him as those things in Shigaraki's cum start to go deeper into his body.
Shigaraki catches his wrist and pins his hand to the bed before he can set either of them on fire again, his expression worried. "Shh, little one, it's alright. You're alright. It won't hurt you." He brings his other hand to Dabi's stomach and coaxes the little blobs away from his seam, moving them gently, and even the lightness of the touch to them is enough to make them burst like fat little drops of ink over his skin that mix with their other fluids. "This is my decay. This is the power I promised you, Dabi." He says so sweetly, like this shouldn’t be disturbing. "Now you'll have them, and you'll be able to bring ruin to the one who wronged you, the way you allowed me to bring ruin to the ones who imprisoned us both." He presses another kiss to Dabi's forehead, and holds him for a long while after, until he can't feel the squirming inside of him anymore and Dabi isn't shaking anymore.
///
Shigaraki picked him up eventually and brought him into the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water and then getting them both into it. He wrapped his arms around him, and soaked with him in the water once he was clean of their mixed fluids, Tomura's extra cocks sinking back into his body and the cracks across his skin closing back up. He kept waiting to feel the things, the seeds or whatever, moving inside of his guts. But after half an hour in the warm water just being cuddled like the god might die if he lets him go, Dabi manages to find his voice.
"You were so attentive about literally everything else, you didn't think that it would be important to give me some forewarning about the fucking frog eggs that come out of your dicks?" He grumbles. His back is pressed to Shigaraki's chest, so he doesn't have to look at him as he asks at the very least.
"I told you that I would give you parts of my essence." He says. "I haven't had anyone complain about the method of delivery before."
"The other people you gave it to were loyal followers of your freaky religion."
Shigaraki ducks his head down to Dabi's shoulder and presses a kiss to his skin there. "I'm sorry that I scared you."
"A warning about your creepy dicks would have been good too." He grumbles, though the longer that he stays in the warm water, being held close for the first time in his life, is making it harder and harder for him to actually be angry about this. Shigaraki must taste how insincere his frustration is at this point because he just hugs him a little closer before one of his hands reaches for Dabi's arm, running down his skin and then threading his fingers between Dabi's, his palm to the back of Dabi's hand. He allows the deity to pull his hand so that it is out in front of him and directs his attention to it. Dabi gives another startled, horrified shout when he sees little bumps moving underneath his flesh. He tries to jerk his arm away, but Shigaraki holds him tight and shushes him gently.
"It's alright, it's fine, little one." He promises.
Dabi can't help letting out a pitiful whimper as he looks at the horror underneath his skin. But it doesn't hurt as the... seeds move. He can't even feel it.
"When you need them, they'll come to the surface and seep from your skin. Wherever you plant them, they will latch onto your intentions, and they will bring ruin to that place, or person if you can transfer them to a host."
"I'm not about to fuck my dad." He says flatly.
"You won't be fucking anyone else for as long as your mine, least of all the target of your revenge." Shigaraki says with no small amount of amusement. "You don't need that kind of contact to ensure that they are transferred. You simply need to touch your target for long enough for them to push into their body. They won't even notice as it happens." Shigaraki tells him before he releases his arm. Dabi looks at the bumps of the seeds in his veins for another moment before they retreat deep enough beneath his skin that they are no longer visible. He still doesn't feel them even as they disappear.
Dabi lets out a slow breath and lets himself instead focus on how heavy and tired his body is after so much activity throughout the rest of the day. The god holds him tighter, nuzzling against his hair with a content hum. "Didn't think eldritch horrors were such big cuddlers."
"It's been a very long time since I had any contact with a mortal that I could deem 'pleasant'. You'll have to forgive my clinginess. It may take a long while yet before I've had my fill of you." He shows absolutely no sign of letting up, and Dabi doesn't try to move himself. "Besides, it is very late. Surely you weren't intending to wander to your father's home to exact your revenge this very moment?"
"Maybe I was. What happens if I decide to stay the night instead?"
"We finish our bath, and when we are clean, dry, and warm, we will go back to bed, and I will keep you close as my essence anoints every cell in your body until no other of my kind will ever think to try to harm you or claim you for themselves."
"What exactly does that mean for me?"
"It means that you will have a good night's sleep held in my arms, and when you wake in the morning, I will still be here. I will never abandon you, never scorn you, never discard you. You will always be enough for me, Dabi, because I will never demand you be anything other than what you are."
He doesn't like the tightness that fills his chest and makes it hard to breathe. But he couldn't name the emotion that is swirling inside of him. He just knows that the other must be able to taste it because he holds him a little tighter and kisses his shoulder again. "That fucked up book of yours didn't say anything about you being so romantic with the other priests you used to fuck."
"That book was written before I was severed from my home, imprisoned in a mortal vessel, and tortured for fifteen years," Shigaraki says all of that so simply, so easily, like he's not expecting for those admissions to mean anything to Dabi. "You get to be the first to know me after. I hope that the changes don't disappoint."
Dabi doesn't know how to respond to that. Doesn't know what to say to a god who was brought so low that even while he plans to destroy whatever he can, he wants his hands to be soft when they're on his followers now. He hasn't had nearly the amount of socialization to possibly be able to say anything at all to that, so he doesn't even try. He just mumbles, "I'm tired."
And that gets him another soft kiss against his skin. "Okay, little one. Let's go to sleep."
He is absolutely being babied when the other creature won't even let him dry off himself, when he picks him up and carries him back to the magically cleaned and made bed. But he can't bring himself to complain about it when Shigaraki gets them both beneath the covers, their skin still naked and pressed together without any of the heat that came before. Just a closeness that he hasn't ever felt in his life. He wonders if that's because of the seeds moving beneath his skin. Well, he manages to complain a little, "Your feet are fucking cold."
"They'll warm up if you give me your heat." But he does shift to try and untangle their legs. Dabi holds onto him a little tighter and shuts his eyes.
"Can't do that if you move away, moron."
"Of course, little one."
Shigaraki's hands stroke softly over his skin and Dabi is out faster than he has ever managed since he was a child.
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The next day, Dabi awakes to the morning light and the god practically sunning himself on the sheets. He's also not exactly surprised that he wakes up with some soreness after taking said god's massive fucking cocks up his ass, but he can still be annoyed about it, and he does grumble and bitch as he gets ready for the day.
By the time he's dressed and standing back in front of the bed, Shigaraki has firmly planted himself in the spot where Dabi's body once was, clearly intent on absorbing all of his leftover heat. "So what now? Do I just walk up to my father and spit tadpoles at him until he dies?"
"That would be one method of doing things." Shigaraki says. "But I think you will find more satisfaction in letting my seeds bring their chaos into your sphere. You don't need to seek him out, they will bring you avenues and opportunities to plant them elsewhere. You only need to hold onto your resolve. Go out into the world, and they will bring you the opportunities to find your revenge."
"'Go for a walk'? That's how I get my revenge after almost a decade."
"It's a beautiful day outside." Shigaraki tells him serenely.
"If this doesn't fucking work, I want a refund."
That gets a snort out of the god, but Dabi does pull on his boots and start for the door.
He doesn't feel any different as he takes the elevator down to the lobby and steps out onto the sidewalk. It is sunny and warm, the tail end of summer giving them a temperate morning that he's certain will turn to burning heat and muggy humidity in just an hour or two. Dabi's body was built for the cold, and he has a very real chance of getting heat exhaustion or heat stroke if he stays outside for too long in those temperatures, so he figures that an hour jaunt around the city this morning might be all that he has time for. That's not long enough to get to Endeavor's agency, but if he really wants to get out there, he can always take a cab when he's tired of walking.
Dabi has been walking for all of fifteen minutes when the ground shakes sharply and suddenly. For a second he thinks that it's just a small earthquake, a little jarring, but not anything to be concerned about. And then he hears the explosion from around the corner. His immediate reaction is to get the fuck out of dodge. He doesn't need to be drawing attention to himself next to whatever bullshit is going on around the corner. He doesn't even get the chance to turn to go before a villain in a garish yellow and purple suit is darting around the side of the nearest building. Each time his foot hits the pavement, a small sonic boom goes off behind him. Booms that reverberate out and crack the ground, shatter windows and leave the buildings around them shaking, and Dabi realizes in one sharp, horrified second that he's trying to bring down the buildings behind him so that heroes will have to divert their attention from pursuit to search and rescue as he sees the nearest foundations start to crack.
Panic roars under his skin as he realizes what's happening faster than several of the other people who were walking on this street alongside him. He turns to start to go , but no matter how fast he moves, he can't beat the speed of sound.
The skyscraper a few meters in front of him starts to shatter and come down. In the fleeting seconds of panic he gets as he sees the sun blacked out as the rubble starts to fall, he bitterly wonders if this was he chaos Shigaraki was talking about, wonders how he could have believed a god who reveled in destruction for eons and just rolled over for him because he spoke sweetly in his ear.
A too-hot arm catches him around his waist and yanks him out of the trajectory of the oncoming rubble, knocking the wind out of him and making his own palms spark for a split second with his flames as well.
"Clear the street!"
Ice douses Dabi's veins as Endeavor drags him and a few other people out of the way of the falling rubble as Fat Gum catches several sections of the falling building to ensure the screaming citizens his father couldn't get to, don't end up crushed as well, Hawks swooping to save the people in the building and pinning the villain to the street with a barrage of red feathers. Dabi hears a high whine in his ears as he falls on his ass as Endeavor stops moving, letting go of people and directing them out of the disaster zone as Dabi stares up at him. Always looking up at him. Always larger than life.
Blue eyes glare down at him and Dabi feels bile in his throat that swallows up all of his fury, all of his desperation. He is nothing but a child again, crying because feeling a burn for the first time was beyond anything that he ever thought he could endure. He has endured so much to be face-to-face with Enji Todoroki again, and he is small again as his father saves his life now when he couldn't all those years ago.
"--bulances." He's speaking, and he reaches down and hauls Dabi up from the ground by his arm, his too-big hand getting around his limb, and that is what snaps Dabi out of his shock. The moment that he touches him and forces him up the way he forced him to stand so many times before he gave up on him entirely, that brings back his rage. The hot, bright anger in him is what makes him realize, even more than his words, that there is no recognition in those eyes when they look at him. "Evacuate the area. There are ambulances and medical checkpoints if you were injured in the fall. Go!" Once he's standing, and not wobbling like he's going to keel over, Enji lets go of his elbow and turns back to the mess that the street has turned into. Dabi feels his quirk going hotter as he prepares to use the heat to help propel him further into the fray and he is beyond desperation when he reaches out to try and grab him and pull him to a stop.
He doesn't manage that, his hand slipping over his elbow for just a second before he is racing back into the disaster area.
Dabi doesn't know what to do with the emotions rioting inside of him as he watches his father leave him behind for his hero duties again. Doesn't know how to feel that he could look him in the eyes and not show even a flicker of recognition as he did.
All he knows is that there is a large black ink smear in the shape of his handprint absorbing into Endeavor's suit as his father abandons him again.