#shigadabi

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Preconceptions

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Summary: Commissioned by an anonymous user. Dabi has never really found much appeal in sex. It's always worse than what anyone has said it would be. He's not expecting that his new wolf boss would be the one to prove him wrong and awaken something inside of him that he can't seem to put back to sleep. 

Contents: Wolf/Bunny Shifter AU, Brief mentions of cannibalism, Sex Pest!Dabi, Getting Together, Rimming, Light Feminization, ABO Dynamics, Knotting, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Wall Sex, Light Biting, Scent Kink, Size Kink, Mirror Sex, Creampie

Word Count: 20,556

Of all the things Dabi expected when he joined up with the League of Villains, he knows that he never would have considered that the rest of the group would be a bunch of nerds and perverts. Maybe he should have picked up on nerd just from what he heard about Shigaraki's first attack on UA, but pervert comes out of nowhere during one of the early meetings with the new crew assembled for the summer camp job. It's not really made into a big deal, but all of the sudden, as Shigaraki is telling them about the places that Kurogiri is authorized to teleport them, he mentions, 

"And for anyone of age," he adds pointedly, given they've got literal middle schoolers in the party, though Toga at least should have started high school before this, "who is looking for companionship or entertainment, we have a contract with La Vénus. You can find just about anything you want there, and we have private rooms where companions can be provided for those of you who can't be seen in public." 

Magne barks out a laugh, the bear woman the most outspoken of them all, which is saying something when they've got a literal peacock in their party. "Should've known that place only got built with AFO's backing." Dabi bristles. He, Muscular, Magne, Twice, and Compress have all been villains the longest, though he and Compress appear to be the only ones who have steeped themselves in as much of the workings as possible. Twice, Magne, and Muscular's villainy seems more reactive than their own, which makes the fact she knows what this La Vénus place is and why AFO might be interested in it when he doesn't even more concerning. 

"My teacher isn't interested in the club; this is... a personal investment. And it's one that has paid off. There is a thriving network of villains who frequent the club." Which is all Shigaraki says before they move on. His tail swishes slightly, which only makes him bristle more. Dabi hates being out of the loop, so when the meeting ends, he finds himself back in his room, phone out, foot tapping unhappily on the floor, looking up the club. 

La Vénus is a nightclub, love hotel, and, for those who are willing to pay an inordinate entry fee, a sex club. They boast amenities that are barely legal and that Dabi fears might also include letting predators take more than their fair share from their prey partners, which only makes the entire arrangement more frightening. He has no plans of availing himself of those benefits, and he ends up being the only one. Shigaraki is the one who visits first, the white wolf just heading out one night and coming back the next morning a little less tense than he was before. Which seems to be the permission that the others needed beyond the invitation. Compress, Muscular, Magne, Twice, and eventually Spinner, who is bright red the entire day that he plans on heading out, all go to the club. Magne and Twice talk unabashedly about the things they saw at the club and how much better it was than they thought it would be. Shigaraki knows the schedule well enough to recommend days that his favorite prostitutes are working when it's clear Spinner was too nervous the first time to actually get his V-card punched. The others have their minds poisoned by sex, and Dabi is absolutely not interested in hearing about it or fielding questions on why he hasn't been to the club himself. He doesn't know why the others are bothering. 

Dabi is not a virgin. He has been on the streets since he was a teenager, and he thinks that he was seventeen the first time he was desperate enough for some money that he let some guy fuck his mouth. And after that, Dabi just didn't have any illusions about sex being special or mysterious. He was in a coma for most of puberty, and before that he came from a terrible, traditionalist home. He's pretty sure his only understanding of sex back then came from knowing that it was what got his mom pregnant and that until that happened, each morning after Enji was home, Rei would be more distant and pale from whatever had happened during the night. He remembers her going to the doctor after Natuso was born, every month, and how she would always have a bandage on, like when he would go for checkups and get shots. She would smell different after going to the doctor, but he wasn't really old enough to understand or remember what was happening until she got pregnant with Shoto. Hormone injections, he realized sometime after he started scoring his own on the street. His were to stop his hybrid body from going into heat since his father's wolf heritage had infected him with the curse of being an omega. Hers were likely to prep her body to heal and prepare itself to handle another of Enji's ruts so she would get pregnant again. Dabi wonders how many miscarriages she must have had between Natsuo and Shoto after managing to have three hybrid children already, but that's not a curiosity that will ever be satisfied. It doesn't matter anyway. Seeing what she went through demystified sex as anything but a means to an end for him, and the experiences he's had since have been... lackluster. 

Other rabbits wouldn't be able to make it as a villain and certainly not for as long as Dabi has. He is an anomaly for many reasons, but his overpowered quirk and the fact he is a hybrid between a prey and predator pairing are the two that have allowed him to survive. He looks like a rabbit with tall white secondary ears poking out of the top of his head and a fluffy white tail at the base of his spine— both of which he dyes as meticulously as he does his hair to keep people from guessing at his true coloration. He smells like a rabbit too, most of the time, because he chooses to keep to a vegetarian diet. That makes him smell earthy, almost herbaceous to predators, but he is half wolf. He can eat meat. He prefers it, actually, when he's in the position to have it. And, of course, he is subject to having a secondary sex, of alpha, beta, or omega, something that only wolves and a select few other canine species have. There are other species that have their own versions, or far, far more complicated secondary sexes. Dabi is pretty sure there are bird and lizardfolk creatures that can have more than four different sexes, but peacocks aren't one of them, and neither is the species of gecko that Spinner is, so only he and Shigaraki have secondary sexes to worry about in this group— and Dabi is absolutely not going to go advertising his status as an omega when he's pretty damn certain Shigaraki is an alpha. 

Dabi is the only rabbit who can survive as a villain without having ended up locked into prostitution from a young age, and that's why he's probably the only one who has to suffer when his boss turns to him towards the end of a meeting and has to hear, "I was planning on meeting with our support gear supplier on my own, but Magne overheard and now everyone is going to the club Saturday except Moonfish and Twice— though I think he's staying because Toga was pouting. Do you want to come, or will that interfere with your next dose?" 

The question destroys whatever smartass remark he was going to make about the rest of the League circle-jerking it at the strip club section of the building together. He can't usually smell the injection on himself except for the day it happens. He joined up a week after his last one, and he's not scheduled to get another for a month and a half— something that is scheduled with his usual contact rather than the physician that the League has offered him access to. He thought that would help to keep Shigaraki from finding out what he is, but he supposes he shouldn't have expected that he would be that lucky. "My meds aren't affected by hookers because unlike you lot," he says flatly, refusing to flinch. He is a rabbit, and that makes him small and frail to other people who don't realize that he has the sharp teeth of a wolf that never stop growing. "I'm not picking up a new STI every week." 

Shigarki snorts, his tail flicking, but his expression hidden behind his mask. "Fine. You and Twice can have fun babysitting then." 

That shouldn't make embers of anger kindle in his gut. But there is such a dismissiveness in the words. Shigaraki clearly doesn't care if he shows up or not, but choosing to stay instead of going does say something about Dabi. He has already figured out that Dabi is a hybrid; he's even picked up that he's a wolf hybrid. What does it tell the other man, with eyes sharper than Dabi would have ever given him credit for upon their first meeting, if he continues to refuse to go to this club? Does Shigaraki think he's a coward? Yes, prey are supposedly just as welcome in V as predators, but does the other man think he's afraid that someone will hurt him there? Does he think that Dabi doesn't have the stomach for what he might see there? Does he wonder if the reason Dabi is on the injections, even though those could cause permanent damage to his already broken, internal reproductive organs, is because he's scared of being claimed and bred? Does he think that Dabi can't handle himself, so he's avoiding going somewhere he can't burn to the ground to defend himself? The implication of any of it is enough to send his blood boiling, and Dabi has to fight his every instinct to keep himself from baring his teeth and snarling. 

"Fuck that," but he swallows his aggression and his pride. "I didn't say I wouldn't go; I said I don't pay for it. I also don't trust you to actually relay everything I need if I want this gear to work and not just end up encasing me in molten metal. I'm going to the meeting." 

"Okay." Shigaraki agrees with him, offering absolutely no friction, which only serves to piss Dabi off even more. He was in a bad mood the day they met. Duster had muttered that before he'd gone for his throat. But Dabi gets the terrible sense that he's in a good mood right now, and he's letting Dabi swing wildly as he backs him into a corner just to see what happens. It makes him want to burn the other man alive, but he knows better. He just has to go to a meeting. He doesn't have to stay, and he certainly doesn't have to fuck anyone, but if it comes down to it, he'll do whatever it takes to gain some ground and keep his pride. 

He's been fighting for too long to believe there are lines he won't cross just to get ahead. 

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The others are horny losers and far too excited to see that he's actually going to the club tonight. Compress wears a masquerade mask instead of his usual one, the getup not coming even close to out of place when Dabi is immediately greeted with someone in a full gimp suit as soon as they enter the 'Play Area'. La Vénus is a skyscraper that boasts a variety of entertainment amenities. The lower floors, according to their website, host a Japanese Adult Video production company and sets that can be rented out by entertainers. There are offices for those who actually work in the building during the day, but there is a secondary lobby and set elevators that only go up to the love hotel, nightclub, and Play Area, which is where they enter. This lobby requires them to check their phones and pockets for any non-approved weapons— the approved ones being things like floggers, whips, paddles, and other toys meant for bedroom play— that are required to be stored in clear bags unless being used with a partner in the private rooms, love hotel, or Red Rooms. They each get a bracelet with a QR code on it that is connected to Shigaraki's account and can be scanned at the bar for drinks, food, or by performers for other 'services' that they might be interested in. Much like their unlimited access to booze at the bar, Dabi is a little startled to realize that Shigaraki doesn't care how high they rack up his tab so long as they don't make trouble here. Dabi is certain that no one is allowed to cause trouble here, and the very large, very dangerous predators and prey like elephants, rhinos, moose, and the like who can hold their own against most predators, stationed at every door and scattered through every area in easily spotted security uniforms, ensure it. Dabi manages to relax a little more after spotting them as they make their way through the Play Area. The first room is probably a mirror of the nightclub level below, but this one has people in various states of dress and far more exploratory hands on bodies as they move to the beat of the music. They go through a wide red hallway next, wide enough that there are sunken, roped-off seating areas in front of eight large windows, four on each side of the hall, most of which are occupied by two or more people engaging in whatever lewdness they desired, all with a ready audience that Dabi knows they can't see because the other side of the glass is mirrored. Those rooms are a feature proudly boasted about on the website, with the waiting list to use them filling up every single night, usually within the first hour. Dabi ignores what's going on in the rooms, wrinkling his nose instead. 

"Yeah, this is a great way to spend a Saturday night." He bitches, mostly under his breath. He honestly doesn't expect any of them to hear him. He's pretty sure he's got the best ears out of anyone in their group, and the pounding music, the overwhelming thrum of conversation, movement, and moaning, are all making it nearly impossible for him to even think straight. 

"Maybe you'll have more fun when we're finished with work." Shigaraki shoots back, also keeping his voice low. He's not in costume tonight. He's wearing loose black dress pants, deep red dress shoes, and a loose shirt made of lace in that same rich color, beneath a black suit jacket. Leather half-gloves cover his hands to make his deadly quirk a bit safer, and he stands straighter in these clothes as he leads them through the club, his mask off for the first time that Dabi can recall. He has the same texture that's on his neck around his eyes and over his lips, but he's not as homely and disgusting as Dabi first mocked him for being. He's also, clearly, more toned than he thought the man was when they first met. His villain clothes really do him no favors, the hands clutched around his body and the straight, unflattering cut of his tight shirt and pants usually making him seem very scrawny and small. He's definitely not bulky like Muscular or Twice, but he has enough muscle on him that Dabi can now see through the lace shirt that it's a dead giveaway that he's usually a close-quarters fighter. It's also obvious why he's not going to be in the field with them for the summer camp job when Dabi can see the fresh ruddy line of scar tissue still puffy and new over one shoulder, and another pockmark of it low on his side, just above his hip, where he was shot. He doesn't know when the other man got carved into, but clearly not every fight he's been having has been in view of the press. Whatever. 

Dabi doesn't respond to that remark. He doesn't really want to hook up with anyone, but if he doesn't when the rest of the League does before the end of the night, then they'll probably get it in their heads that there's something wrong with him. And he really should do something, because even though she can come here to get her rocks off, Magne has been hitting on him at base. He likes Magne just fine. She's tough as nails, passionate, and fun to be around— but Dabi doesn't want to date her. She's volatile. She's got over two dozen assault charges, and all of them are because there is a temper in her that is extremely dangerous when it blows. Dabi likes her, but he doesn't want to get into a relationship with someone who could lose it like that, and especially not with a predator that could. She's a bear. Bears can kill wolves, and he's not enough of one to even have a chance if she really went off on him in a situation where he couldn't use his quirk. She could kill him and devour his body before she even realized that she'd gone off. That scares him, but he doesn't want to say it out loud. So it would be better for him if he picks up someone here, another prey, a guy, a non-mammal shifter species, anything that would make her think that she's not his type rather than reveal his real trepidation or put him in the position of having to outright reject her and possibly set off that temper. 

They move from the red hallway into a lounge that has been styled to look like a 1920s speakeasy. The music in this room is much quieter, the lighting low and warm instead of technicolored and flashing. His ears immediately feel a little better, the pounding in his head ebbing slightly, as he sees this bar has a lot of padded semi-circle alcoves around the edge of the room, high-top tables before those, and at the center of the room, two very large, flat, square leather lounges with a spotlight pointed towards them. There are a few people already entangled on the furniture, displaying their bodies and pleasure as the rest of the room can watch, a balcony even wrapping around the floor above their heads so that they can be observed from above as well. This is the room where their meeting is supposed to take place, apparently, because Shigaraki pauses, eyes scanning the room and ear flicking slightly as he tries to find their contact. He manages in a minute or two, bringing the rest of them over to a large corner booth and introducing them as they sit to conduct their business. 

Dabi pays attention during this meeting. He does care about this job more than anything else. This is his debut. He's going to get a good look at his father's perfect creation, and this is the start of destroying Enji's legacy by steeping his own in infamy. He wants to be absolutely certain that he has what he needs to get his part of the job done. But the others didn't come here for this. They've already given Shigaraki a list of what they need, and they don't seem to worry about any miscommunications or oversights that a lack of specificity could cause. They just want to say 'hello' and be allowed to leave to find their own entertainment, and that is exactly what they do. Shigaraki doesn't rush things, though. He talks to his contact, he introduces Dabi properly, he heads off comments about him being a rabbit, and he makes sure that Dabi knows how to get in contact with the armadillo man if he needs to. It's strange that Shigaraki is more professional here, with a couch full of people fucking only a few meters away, than he is when they're in base, and the biggest supervillain in the country is breathing down his neck, but Dabi isn't complaining. He doesn't even stand up and ditch his boss too when the conversation comes to an end, and his contact departs, leaving them alone at the table. 

He stays at the table as Shigaraki gets them another round of drinks, Dabi actually letting him get him something stronger than the beer he'd been sipping at. He doesn't get drunk around predators. It's a hard rule he has for himself, something he learned young because he needs to keep himself safe. But Shigaraki is a wolf, he needs him for this job, and he doesn't think that the other man would risk his teacher's wrath if he actually kills, or lets one of his new crew be killed, before this job. AFO is a scary motherfucker, and based on how carefully Shigaraki has kept his temper in check since he got reprimanded by his keeper, Dabi doubts he'll lose control again. 

"The other rooms have something for everyone if this isn't your scene." The wolf offers conversationally after they've settled in with their drinks and he notices that Dabi has angled himself in their too-large booth so he doesn't have the couples on the lounges in his periphery anymore. 

Dabi can't help snorting into his glass softly. "Saw what the other rooms offer on the website. None of this is my scene. I don't get my rocks off being watched."

"There are private rooms. Or the love hotel. Any amenities you want can be taken in private too." Shigaraki adds, red eyes on him with enough scrutiny that Dabi decides that he is worried about his drink after all and raises his body temperature enough that he'll cook the alcohol out of his stomach faster than it will absorb into his bloodstream. "Or," the wolf pauses, his voice still measured and calm, "if you're not interested in any of this, then that's fine too. It's still a club; there are plenty of other ways to entertain yourself if you want to stick around until the others are ready to leave." 

"If I get that bored, I'll just contact your pet smoke monster and head out myself." He doesn't need to be here, and he doubts that any of the others have even the foggiest understanding of how much maneuvering is going into him having joined them in the first place. He is a prey, which means that there is an inherent danger in being othered in this group. Even though not all of them are considered dangerous predators, nearly all of the others eat meat. Compress and Spinner might prefer bugs and grubs, but that still means they're hardwired to kill to survive. Muscular is the only true herbivore in the group— and that's only because Dabi is a hybrid. His bulk, quirk, and aggression make him a less desirable meal to their cohorts, but he, like Dabi, will always worry that the people around him might see him as a meal if he doesn't fight for more constantly. But he's also a large prey species. Only very large, very desperate, or very well-organized predators would bother to risk their lives to try to make him a meal. All of the others eat meat. They don't understand that they have been raised to see prey as separate. Whether or not they actually eat meat from shifters instead of true animals, they will always consider him to be different. Sometimes that means lesser, sometimes that just means fragile, but no matter what, Dabi will always have to fight against those assumptions. It has taken him more effort and energy than any of them would ever be able to understand just to make it this far without being killed, and even then, he doesn't know if he really would have gotten this far if not for the fact that he's got a bit of wolf in his veins too. 

Shigaraki doesn't understand that Dabi, even just in coming to this club, is fighting hard to stand on the same ground as the rest of these fucking losers who can't go a week without wanting to get their rocks off. He needs to integrate into the group. He has to make sure that he doesn't seem skittish. He has to work hard but not act uptight. He has to show some amount of interest in sex, but he can't show too much because then, no matter if he's only come to the club once, he'll be accused of the insatiable randiness that so many rabbit kinds have. He walks on a tightrope in every aspect of his existence, but Duster just thinks that he's uptight or as much of a blushing virgin as Spinner was when he first brought him here. 

"...Alright. Do you want me to go?" The wolf asks, one of his ears twitching. It's a familiar tick, even though Dabi hasn't seen it on another wolf in years. Natsuo's ear used to twitch like that too when he was confused. 

"If you want to go get your knot wet, then that's your business. I've got my band. I'll find my own fun." He tells the other man. At least if Shigaraki goes off somewhere, Dabi can just get another drink. He can go to the strip club section of the Play Area, have a couple more drinks, pay for a private dance or two just so it gets back to the others that he 'enjoyed' himself, and then just hunker down and wait for the others to finish up. He doesn't imagine it will take all that long. Or at least he hopes it won't. 

But Shigaraki doesn't leave. He frowns a little more at him, and then his ears go straight again, turning slightly in a way that tells Dabi that he is being given the other man's intent focus now. "Okay. I know we discussed it before, but you do know that I won't be going into the field during this job, right?" 

It's such a sharp swerve back into their actual work that Dabi is taken off-guard by the words, pausing for a second too long before he answers. "Yeah, I know, boss." This is something they've all known from the get-go. Not only is Shigaraki still in physical therapy with the weird doctor, but they absolutely don't want him facing off against six pro heroes at the summer camp. He's close combat only, so he wouldn't actually be any use to them while on the field. They're thinking of getting another winged nomu, if the doc can cook one up in time, so that Duster can be their eye in the sky to help coordinate movements, but that's still up in the air— no pun intended. 

"And you understand that you're in charge of the squad? You'll be leading everyone in the assault and my main line to what will be going on during the job?" 

His heat was already high from keeping the drinks from soaking his veins, but those words send his temperature even hotter as he starts to feel— well. He starts to feel the way that so many people have always made him feel; like he's nothing but a dumb bunny who doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. "Yeah, I fucking know how to do my damn job." He snarls, doing his best not to spark or smoke even as he loses so much composure. "Look, just because I know how to control myself and not turn into a hormone-addled sex slave doesn't mean there's something wrong with me! Fucking choke on whatever it is you're into, just leave me the fuck alone." 

Shigaraki winces, his ears pinning slightly. "That's not— Dabi, I'm just making sure you know that I do trust you with this job. You are the squad leader, regardless of anything that happens tonight, and I'm trying to make sure you know this because I want to hit on you." his fingers flex against the table, like he's tempted to reach up and scratch his neck, but he catches himself. 

Dabi stares at him, the fire all taken away in an instant as he tries to understand what the other man is actually saying. 

Duster sighs softly, too softly in the loud building for Dabi to really be sure if he did hear a whine on the tail end of that sound, or if he's just imagining it. "I don't know if you're interested in... wolves, but I'd be more than happy to help you find something that does work for you here. And I just wanted to be clear that you don't have to agree to that. The job is still yours to lead, and I'm not going to... react poorly again if you say no to me." Because he did that first day. He nearly killed Dabi just for refusing to tell him his name. His keeper isn't here tonight. His teacher isn't involved with La Vénus. Shigaraki probably does have some amount of free rein here, and he could make Dabi disappear in this place. He could probably have every part of him devoured and cleaned up before the others got back and just say that he lost him in the crowd. He could make all of this just go away. 

Dabi still isn't in a good position now. No matter how much 'effort' Shigaraki has put into reassuring him, just like offering them all this club as their personal playground until the job goes off, this is a field of landmines he's got to navigate. Fuck. Dabi can say no, go off and make sure he only hooks up with girls, and make it seem like he's just not into guys, but Shigaraki has already picked up on him being a hybrid. Dabi doesn't think the others know that yet. Duster is damn sure that he's an omega, and even if he only wanted a woman, wolves are rare in Japan, and only female alpha wolves have a cock and a knot for him if they aren't trans. Other canine species don't have female alphas with cocks, and the closest he would be able to get would be certain species of female hyenas who have clits that are big enough to function as a cock, but don't have a knot and are even rarer in this part of the world. Duster won't believe that he's so rigid in his sexuality that he would torture himself by refusing a knot, or he'll think Dabi is broken, either his dick or his brain, because omegas who don't get what they need on their heats usually get sick. He probably doesn't know that ones given things they don't want get just as damaged. So saying no on the grounds he's not attracted to guys is about as viable as it is true. 

Okay. Say no because he's not attracted to Shigaraki? Sure, he could probably get away with that. He did call the other man 'gross' as soon as they met. Duster might actually buy that. But Dabi doesn't think he's totally hideous anymore, and if he does go into his heat while he's still rolling with the League, then Duster might hold that grudge and not knot him when he needs it later. He might also only be doing a good impression of stable and reasonable because everything has been going his way for the past few weeks. He could get angry again if Dabi says no. He might not snap tonight, but it could sit there and fester, and Dabi could be put into a lot of trouble later if Duster decides that he doesn't care about asking for a rabbit's permission the next time he has Dabi alone. Dangerous. 

So say yes. Bad option. Even though the others also know that he's in charge of the job too, he doesn't imagine that any of the other predators will actually be able to separate the fact that Dabi slept with the boss from his promotion. If they don't get aggressive and resentful because of that, then there's a good chance that they might just start to think he's easy instead. They might, if they don't feel like making their way here, decide that Dabi will do, and just expect him to fuck them. Magne's already made a few passes at him. His stomach is queasy— from the alcohol, the situation, and how his temperature has fluctuated so many times in the past few minutes. This crew may be a bunch of horny losers who haven't ever made anything of themselves despite some of them being villains for years on years, but most of them seem fine. He doesn't want to think any of them are that flavor of scumbag. It doesn't matter what he wants to think, though; he has to consider these things because if he doesn't, then he could get killed. He could be put into a bad position. 

This time he knows he's not imagining it when Shigaraki whines at him softly, the sound animal and mournful— but not demanding. It's another sound that Dabi hasn't heard since childhood, since it came out of his sister's throat when she would go to their mother. She would whine at her like that, a sound that acknowledged her discomfort and begged to be given a way of fixing it. Shigaraki makes that sound at him now, clearing his throat like it was involuntary before he says, "But we can pretend this didn't happen. It wasn't—" he cuts himself off like he knows Dabi would be able to hear the lie even if it did manage to slip his lips. It was a serious offer, but he didn't think this through. He didn't think that asking for Dabi to go to bed with him would lead him to— oh. Dabi didn't realize how poorly he had held it together as his thoughts spiralled out of control. But his skin is hot, a sheen of sweat surely visible across it, and the smell of his distress leeching out of his veins. Fuck. That changes things too. He really can't afford to lose face with Shigaraki. He needs to be more careful. 

"Never been impressed by any canine's knot so far, Duster," Dabi tells him, the words blurting out of his mouth in a desperate bid to take back some control and just find a way of making this all seem less humiliating. But he doesn't betray himself with those words either. He hasn't ever been impressed by any knot, real or fake, that he's gotten so far in his life. He's never been impressed with sex, even his heats incredibly mild, either because of his disinterest or because of his burns. Either way, no one he's ever had in his bed has actually made the effort of being worth it. Which is why he's glad he's on hormone injections now, making his heats even less frequent so he doesn't have to subject himself to the one or two days of mediocre sex and lost time. "Would hate to end up with even less respect than I already have for you." 

He sees it in Shigaraki, the barest flicker of that temper he saw before alongside the understanding that Dabi is talking a big game because he doesn't have any other choice. This is another out for the both of them, but Duster doesn't want to take it. For whatever reason, even when there are at least a hundred other people here that he could make time with instead, he wants to push his luck with Dabi. Maybe he just has a rabbit fetish. That's not that uncommon, actually. Cute species of prey shifters often become the targets for all kinds of predators' fantasies. Maybe Shigaraki wants to see what it's like to put his teeth around Dabi's throat before he decides whether or not to snap his neck. Dabi hopes Shigaraki understands that he has teeth and claws of his own, and he'll chew Shig up and spit him out if that's what it takes to ensure that he doesn't end up devoured. "I won't disappoint you, Dabi." 

The words have far more weight to them than Dabi wants. There is an almost moroseness to them that makes Dabi suddenly certain that Shigaraki, for as much as All For One calls him his successor, he has known what it's like to be told he's not good enough. That somewhere along the way he started acting like a spoiled brat because that was his reward after repeated failures. Dabi still thinks that he should say no, but this might be the best outcome. They can go somewhere private; he can spread his legs, let Shigaraki rut for a while, and when it's nothing but a disappointment, he can be magnanimous and tell the wolf he'll keep his mouth shut if Duster does the same. None of the others will have to know about it, and if Dabi keeps his word, then Shigaraki will probably not resent him but find him to be a worthy confidant. It's the best outcome that he's got in this difficult situation, and that's really all he can ask for. 

"Hotel then. I don't want an audience." 

"Okay. Why don't we go down through the main lobby?" Dabi is pretty sure there's another elevator here in the club, but that's somewhere in the strip club area, the place where it's likely several of the others will make their way to at some point throughout the night. This will keep them from being spotted by any of the others at all, and if they ask around, any of the regulars who know Duster will likely just say he left early. They won't know where he's gone either. 

Dabi finishes his drink, and they stand up. It's harder to get out of the club than it was in because the night has grown more raucous in the time they sat together. But they do make it to the lobby, get their personal belongings back, and then can take one of the other elevators up to the love hotel. Dabi has been to a few in his life, and this one is manned by a kiosk that allows Duster to select the room that he wants and can also use the QR scanner on his wristband to book the room. Dabi doesn't read over his shoulder, just noting, with some derision, that this hotel does not allow clients to smoke. Oh well, at least if this sucks really badly, he'll have a quick excuse to leave as soon as they're done. 

When Duster's finished with the terminal, the heavy door leading into the actual hotel unlocks with a soft buzz, and Shigaraki holds it for him like he's a gentleman as Dabi looks down the long, branching hallway of rooms, most either with no lights glowing on the keypads or with red lights. Shig follows behind him, not making small talk, as they walk down the hall, until the wolf pauses in front of a door with a green keypad. Duster scans his bracelet again, and this door also unlocks. 

It's a nice hotel room inside, once they get past the small mudroom where they're supposed to leave their shoes. There is a small table in this corridor along with instructions for deliveries and the fire escape layout, but the room itself is quite large. There is a massive television on the wall as well as a full-sized couch taking up half of the room, followed by a spa tub that is just out in the open, though pushed off to the side of the room near the door to the toilet, and a king-sized bed. Above that is a large, decorative panel of mirrors, with strips of LED lights around it and running behind the headboard of the bed. That itself has a storage place for a bag-wrapped magic wand and a bowl of condoms, dental dams, and packets of lube, alongside a small menu that says that more specialty items can be ordered using the TV if they need further amenities. The room itself is very clean and very modern, without even the hint of another couple's scent lingering underneath the heavy sanitization that the room has undergone. 

Dabi does not want to make small talk about this. He just wants to get it over with, so he shrugs out of his coat as he makes his way into the room, feeling Shigaraki's eyes on him as he walks ahead of him. He drops the article of cloth on the couch and then starts on his shirt. "Come on then, puppy. Let's see what you've got." 

Dabi hears Shigaraki's jacket land on the couch too, but then he moves up behind him. His gloves are still on as his fingers curve around his hips and the soft lace of his shirt presses against Dabi's back, his shirt still in his hands. He doesn't mean to stiffen so much under the light touch, but he comes to the startled realization that Shigaraki is... small. Dabi hasn't been around pureblooded wolves that were not his father's distant relations. He and his siblings were always small for their age, even though the other three all presented as wolves instead of rabbits. But Shigaraki, from what he can tell, is a full-blooded wolf. But he's the same height as him. His body is more muscled than Dabi thought it was, but he is small. The runt of the litter. Maybe he was rejected by his pack. Maybe that's why he keeps clawing open his skin. 

Technically, none of that matters in this moment, but it does feel significant as Shigaraki's nose runs along the side of his neck before his lips follow. "Okay, bunny, tell me if there's anything you don't like." He moves a hand around, over Dabi's stomach, reaching for his belt, and Dabi lets it happen. He is playing along, and the faster they get this over with, the faster he gets to be on his way. God, he never got the whole 'any sex is better than no sex' sentiment. 

Shig kisses his skin as he unthreads his belt and opens his pants, but Dabi can get away from him for a second when he has to step out of the fabric. Duster doesn't grab hold of him again immediately, instead taking the time to undo the buttons on his shirt, slipping that off and adding it to the pile of cloth gathering on the couch. Dabi loses his underwear too, moving over to the bed casually. He might be a nightmare to look at, but he's not actually self-conscious. Anyone who looks at him knows what they're getting into, and if Duster decides he doesn't have the stomach for this, then that's no skin off his nose. But Shigaraki's gaze is heavy on him as Dabi gets into the bed, pulling down the bowl to find something that doesn't smell or taste like fruit in the bowl of condoms and lube. 

"Are we going to need that, omega?" Shig's voice is different than before, low and gentle in a way that Dabi can't put a name to. He just looks up and nearly chokes when he sees that Duster's followed his lead. He pads towards the bed, fully bare, and shows Dabi how different a full-blooded alpha wolf's body is to his own. He's not aroused yet, his cock still soft between his legs, but Shigaraki is starting to get excited. Even then, Dabi knows just from a glance that his cock is simply large; it has nothing to do with his forming erection. Dabi tries not to look impressed by that. He's a wolf. Of course he's bigger than a rabbit. That's normal. 

"You come here and regularly fuck prostitutes? Yeah, we need it." He snarks. 

Shig climbs into the bed with him, taking an extra-large condom from the bowl before taking the whole bowl from his hand and setting it back in place as Dabi suddenly feels like prey again as the predator gets into his space. "Not that, that's fine, bunny. Can you get wet, little one?" 

Dabi wants to snap at him, tell him not to play this shit with him, but he also doesn't want Shigaraki to think he's nervous or say something that would call this off. If it ends too soon, then Dabi will have lost the upper hand. "I can," he can't help the slight indignation in his tone. "But I don't think you're going to get me there if you're already so excited about your knot, puppy." 

There is a spark in Shig's eyes before his lips curl into a small, cruel smile. "I'll get you there, bunny. I know how to be patient." 

Dabi is about to say something else derisive, but Duster curls his covered hand around the back of his neck and brings him in closer. He kisses him slowly, the texture of his lips rough and broken like cracked stone rather than just dry skin. He didn't expect kisses, but Dabi rolls with this like everything else. Let Shig kiss and lick at him a bit, let his hands grope at him, let him spread him open and then fuck him until he knots. It's all the same shit as always, and when it's over, Dabi can take a shower and bail for a smoke, then just not come back. Hopefully, if Duster can't get him off at all, he'll think that Dabi just isn't interested in him and not realize that he's had these same problems with every person he's ever tried to go to bed with. 

But it only takes a few kisses, Shig licking into his mouth as his hands pull his body closer so Dabi can feel how much cooler the wolf's skin is compared to his own, before that temperature difference starts to grow even more severe. Shigaraki tastes like the scotch he had at the bar, and pressed so closely together, his scent fills Dabi's nose. He has the spice of an alpha, but where his father smelled like Tabasco and burning, Shigaraki smells like chai with a cool, unfamiliar earthiness that reminds Dabi of the smell of a forest after rain. It's a scent that feels like it reaches into him and makes his whole body feel a little warmer than he'd expected to throughout this encounter. His touches are more certain too. Even though Dabi has been so flippant and rude about this entire situation, Shigaraki doesn't touch him with sweating, fumbling palms. His hands are sure as they move along his sides, pulling Dabi's body closer to him and making no hesitation to touch both burned and unburned skin. The only gentleness he offers is in not pulling roughly or putting a lot of pressure against his seams, as if he wants to touch, but not do harm as he kisses him so deeply. Dabi hears his tail move through the air with a growing, rapid, swish-swish as it wags. As he realizes the wolf is actually enjoying himself. That takes Dabi off-guard more than he expects, but he doesn't pull away. He doesn't stop kissing the other man back until Shigaraki parts so they can breathe, and even then, he doesn't really manage to inflate his lungs. Not when those red eyes are on him, pupils blown and desire written so clearly across his features as Shig looks at him. 

"You're so pretty, bunny," the words are jarringly unfamiliar and leave Dabi feeling more naked than his actual lack of clothing. "But I want to make sure you're nice and wet for me. Can you get on your knees, baby?" 

That shakes him a bit, puts his head back into the space it usually is when he goes to bed with someone else. So much for patience. Whatever. Just because Shig smells nice doesn't mean he's going to magically make sex suddenly not a nuisance. Dabi rolls his eyes, but then extracts himself from Shig's arms and rolls over. The wolf gives him space to do so, letting Dabi not only rearrange himself but the pillows too so that he is actually comfortable. If Shig actually comes hard enough to knot him, he needs to make sure that he is in a position that he’s willing to stay in for at least half an hour. So he moves where he's supposed to go and slumps into the bed, glad that it's a good one as he feels his tail twitch when he spreads his legs so Duster can see him. 

He expects the other man to press his fingers to his hole immediately, rubbing at him until he has to admit defeat and actually get one of the lube packets to keep from tearing Dabi open around his knot. But Shigaraki's hand doesn't go to his ass. It goes to the base of his spine, to the underside of his fluffy black tail as he cards his fingers through his fur. The touch is slow and exploratory, the sensation of someone applying pressure to the short appendage sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine as his breath catches in the back of his throat. 

"Can't tell you how many times I've just hoped someone would get you mad enough to storm out of a room," Duster says, his voice low and rough, "Just so I could watch you leave, cute little tail twitching with your irritation." His tail doesn't twitch with irritation at those words; instead, an unwanted shiver goes up his spine at the wolf's teasing as his other hand cups half of his ass and spreads him open wider. He isn't wet, but his body does start to feel much warmer as he feels the weight of Shig's gaze on his body as his fingers keep working against his tail, playing with the soft fur. 

"Fucking pervert." Dabi just mutters into the circle of his arms around the pillow he's pressed into. 

"Was that up for debate? I would have thought a membership here would have put that doubt to rest." 

He means to say something else, but once again Shigaraki robs him of the chance when he feels a puff of air cool against his overheated skin, just a split second before a wet tongue licks long and slow from his taint to over his hole. He only just manages not to squeak on his choked breath as Duster groans softly, his tongue moving again immediately. It stays at his hole, moving against him, around him, as he tastes his entrance. Dabi's whole face heats sharply, uncertain that he's ever had anyone actually linger with their mouth there. Sometimes people spit on him when there's no lube, but that's about it. He certainly hasn't ever had anyone so eagerly put their mouth to his skin like this. But Shigaraki is enthusiastic as he uses the hand around his tail to keep Dabi's hips still as his tongue rubs and licks, bringing the slickness of his saliva against him and awakening the nerves all around his hole as he moves his mouth there like he wants to kiss him here as much as he did his lips. He's not expecting the way that makes his whole body so hot and embarrassed. He is clean; he knows he is, because he expected to have to do something to fit in tonight, but that still couldn't prepare him for having Shigaraki's mouth against him. But he is licking him. He moves his mouth; he prods at his center— and Dabi lets out a soft, startled chitter when his body opens up, the smell of overcooked caramel meeting the chia spice of the alpha as his thighs begin to tingle. He only ever smells like this during his heat, when he's gushing even without stimulation. No one he's ever gone to bed with has bothered to work him up enough to smell him like this on their own. 

Shigaraki gets him there. Dabi is startled by the sensation, but his tongue presses inside, not plunging and stretching uncomfortably the way fingers and cocks have before. He licks inside, around, with little flicks of his tongue that coax the muscles to relax as his other hand curls beneath Dabi's body so he can bring his palm just above his root, pressing at him there to make Dabi rock his hips back as he moves his tongue. He doesn't thrust, not until he hears how Dabi's breath is coming in short, shaky gasps and he starts to move harder to try and feel more of what the other man can give him. Each movement puts electricity along his spine, his head growing less certain and more foggy as he feels himself starting to drip. Never. No one has ever gotten him wet off of his heat before. Shigaraki's tongue curls inside of him and makes pleasure surge along his limbs so intensely that Dabi finds himself moaning, startling himself with the sound. He whines, the sound canine and confused. Is this because he hasn't had a wolf before? He's had wolf-dog hybrids. He's had rabbits. None of them made it feel good. He feels good now, though. His prick is achingly hard, rubbing against the backs of Duster's knuckles as he rocks into the movement again and again, uncertain of whether he wants to go back harder to get his tongue deeper inside of him or if he wants to have friction around his cock. 

Duster pulls out, just long enough to chuff against his skin, his touches sure and comforting before he starts again. Dabi whines again, trying to tell him how confused he is by the attention he's receiving, but he doesn't get a real answer as he twists just enough to try and look over his shoulder. The glass above the bed reflects their bodies back at him, and Dabi sees how pink his cheeks are, how hazy his expression, how... voraciously Tomura licks inside of him. His thighs are soaked, both with his slick and the wolf's saliva, as it drips down his chin and smears across his cheeks. But he doesn't tire of it. He's swallowing nearly as much as what spills, a look of bliss on his face as he gives Dabi's body his full attention, and that is what finally really makes Dabi understand that this is not like anyone else who has ever bothered to take him to bed. He was always a means to an end for those people. But Duster wants him. Duster likes this. He wants it, wants him. He didn't make the offer lightly before. He wants Dabi to feel good—

Dabi hasn't ever cum first with any of his previous partners, but the orgasm is ripped out of him now, sending a fresh flood of slick down his thighs as Tomura continues to lap at his skin the entire time. Another loud moan tears from his chest, his fingers tight against the bedding as he feels his orgasm not only pulse through his cock, but send an ache out from his insides too, the sensation deeper and more intense than any he's had before. His tail trembles in Shigaraki's grip and his eyes fall shut, sparing him the embarrassment of watching himself fall apart. 

Duster licks at him, gentler, slower, as he comes down from his high. His hands move along his sides, stroking his skin softly as he shakes on the bed. He laps up his slick, still running across his skin, and has no snide comments to make after all of Dabi's bravo. He just murmurs, "You taste so good, bunny," and works his mouth against him until he's sure the other man must be aching— both from his jaw and prick. But he doesn't rush. He keeps going. He lingers. He waits. He works Dabi's body back up to his arousal, making him whine and whimper like a teething pup as he is taken off-guard by the very fact he can get hard for a second time in one night. 

It's only after that, when Dabi is rutting his hips back, a yawning emptiness inside of him despite the wolf's tongue, that Tomura pulls away and asks, "Are you ready, baby boy? Do you need a knot to fill up your tight little cunt?" 

Those words, like so much of what Duster has already done for him, leave Dabi off-balance from how his body reacts. He moans, rocking back, trying to spread his legs wider. He has a much shorter tail than he would if he were born a wolf, but that doesn't stop him from trying to tilt it to the side to make himself more open, trying to entice his alpha into giving him what he wants. 

"Even cuter than I thought you would be, precious," Tomura groans, shifting on the bed behind him. Foil tears and that's too slow, but he asked for it. He has the vaguest sense that means he shouldn't protest the delay now. But he wants his alpha's knot. He wants their scents to be mingled. He wants to feel it when he fills up his body with cum. Next time, he thinks deliriously. Maybe he can keep Shig away from prostitutes and other partners for long enough that he can have it. He's got a while left on his shots, and he won't even have to explain his sterility then. Next time he can have Tomura's cum paint his insides while he's locked on his knot. 

Dabi is not enough of a wolf for the howl to sound natural as it is pulled from his throat, but he can't keep the cry in either. He has to let out that sound of ecstasy, or he'll combust instead as Tomura curls his hands around his hips and drags his cock through his slick once, coating his skin in the scent of him, before he presses his head into his hole. He feels as big as he looked, but Dabi's so wet and so desperate that there is none of the uncomfortable, bruising pressure that he usually feels when someone tries to fuck him. His body is open and needy for it when Shigaraki starts to sink inside, not needing to stop even though he goes slowly, until he is fully seated inside of him, his breathing as harsh in the room as Dabi's own as their bodies join. 

Dabi has never felt so desperate in his life, a whine in his throat as he claws at the bedding, rocking his hips back into Duster's immediately. And the wolf obliges him. Shigaraki lets out a low growl, "That's it, bunny, let your alpha take care of you." The words only serve to stoke the fire beneath his skin hotter as they begin to move together, the pace so fast and brutal that Dabi only used to associate it with a bad fuck that he would be unhappily aware of for days afterwards. Slick pours over his skin, his insides aching with pleasure instead of from the bruising force, and Dabi is more than happy to give over everything he has to the wolf if he just doesn't stop. 

They fuck with a franticness that his heat hasn't even granted him, and just like when the other man licked him open, Dabi is so lost in the throes of his pleasure, he has no way of knowing how long they stay joined. He just knows that he cums hard before Tomura's knot forms, but when it does, swelling large and making something inside of him that hasn't ever been satisfied before break, he manages to cum for a fourth time tonight. This orgasm racks through his body from his cunt rather than his cock. He is fairly certain he's a drooling, panting mess against the sheets by the time Shigaraki is folded along his back, licking and kissing his neck, rubbing their skin together and chuffing so he can give Dabi as much of his scent and comfort as he can while their bodies stay joined. 

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"—apture Ragdoll if possible." There's only a week left before the summer camp job, and Dabi has all of this shit memorized, so he doesn't really think he should be faulted for not really paying attention completely as they go over another meeting. Duster needs to know that everyone else has this whole thing on lock too; drilling them is good. But he's not paying attention. He's been having a hard time of doing that ever since Shigaraki fucked him so well at V that Dabi had actually fallen asleep in the love hotel and had to suffer the awkwardness of a morning after instead of sneaking out when he'd caught his breath. Well, the awkwardness was on his part. Shigaraki, for as immature as he can be, kept to his word and composure. He was very cordial the next morning, making sure that they both were showered, fed, and arrived back at base far enough apart that no one would know what they'd gotten up to. Which is all good. Dabi didn't want the others to know that he'd let the boss fuck him. It's just that... he kind of really wants Shigaraki to do it again, but the other man hasn't left base since that trip to V. And with the job so close, they're all technically on lockdown. The last thing they need is to catch attention and fuck everything up. 

But. fucking hell, Dabi wants to go to bed with Shigaraki again. He has never been obsessed with sex. He's certainly never been as eager about it as the others seem to be. But sex has absolutely never felt like that before. He keeps trying to poke holes in the experience. He went to see his doctor a week after the hookup, worried that being fucked by a full-blooded wolf had triggered a pseudo-heat or something that his suppressants were just muting, but no. Nothing medically significant happened to him. Dabi wasn't being compelled by a command from an alpha either, because he remembers the way his father used those to force him to push harder in his training before his quirk broke him, and how he tried to use them to stop Toya from continuing his training after it had. He knows Duster hasn't given him an order.

 But he can't stop thinking about sex now. His whole body gets so warm every time he sees Shig take his mask off— something that he only started doing casually after that visit to V. He isn't falling over himself, thinking the dick was so good that Shigaraki is now an Adonis of a man, but he's fascinated. He took the time to make the sex good. He did that because Dabi was so adamant that he would be terrible in bed, probably. But it's that uncertainty that leaves him always searching for some hint of a tell in his face when he removes his mask. Duster probably doesn't usually do that for all of his partners. Sex with him probably isn't that good normally. It's probably exactly like all of the other shitty sex Dabi has had before, but Duster just wanted to prove a point. That idea puts an itch under Dabi's skin in a way that very few things ever have, and he finds himself turning that thought over in his head again and again as the days slip away and the job draws closer. 

It's beyond stupid that the night comes and Dabi thinks he might combust prematurely if he doesn't take that itch from beneath his skin. They've got three hours before the first group goes to do light recon around the edge of the camp, ensuring that nothing significant has changed that they need to adapt to. So everyone is off doing final checks on their equipment. Several of them have quirks that require them to burn massive amounts of energy to have the desired effects, so most are having a big meal before they get into trouble. Dabi should eat something, but he is so close to starting to tap his foot, and he doesn't want the others to think he's a twitchy, nervous rabbit right at the moment when he is about to prove what a threat he is to the entire heroing world, so he ends up becoming a different stereotype instead. 

Shigaraki goes up to his room to speak privately with his teacher. He has to check in, or something; Dabi doesn't know and doesn't care what he's up to, not really. He just knows that as soon as that call is done, as soon as Duster opens the door, ready to go back downstairs and monitor his troops before they leave for this job, Dabi stops him. He puts his hand on the other man's chest, sees his eyes widen a fraction behind his mask, and the twitch of his hands at his side as he decides not to kill him, before he lets Dabi push him back into his bedroom. Duster doesn't say a thing, just looks at him with that same level of intrigue as before as Dabi reaches for his mask and takes it off. He tosses it onto the desk of the small room at the same time as he kicks the door shut, and Shig gets the picture then. His grip is careful this time, because he's not wearing his gloves, as he pulls Dabi in closer, mouth pressing to his. It's exactly what Dabi wants, something he just can't go to the camp without testing, as he meets the other man's kiss just as voraciously. 

He's not expecting the wolf to have gotten so strong in the past month, but he's clearly recovered enough from the first job to be able to lift Dabi like he weighs nothing. That loss of gravity, just for a moment, leaves him fumbling, reaching out to wrap his arms around the other's neck and his legs around his waist as he's picked up like he really is a small, delicate bunny instead of just as tall as the wolf runt. That puts more heat beneath his skin, and he finds himself pressing in for harder kisses. He wants to take the edge off. He wants to see if this can be as good now as a quickie as it was at the club, or if Shigaraki was overperforming for his skepticism. He needs to know if he's ever going to be satisfied again. 

Duster gets on board without asking why Dabi would bother to come see him tonight; he just ignores his bed and pins Dabi up against a wall, supporting his weight easily as he moves his hands along his body. He'd made the executive decision not to get his new uniform on just yet, knowing that he will definitely need a very fast shower to keep the smell of sex from permeating the fabric, so Duster has no trouble pulling the loose fabric of his sweats far enough down his legs to expose him, also showing the man he didn't even bother with undergarments today. Quick and dirty. It will be just as mediocre as every other hookup he's ever had. 

"Need to take the edge off, baby bun?" Duster murmurs between kisses, four fingers moving over his hip, pressing him harder against the wall so he can move that deadly hand between Dabi's legs. He curls his fingers around his cock, squeezing softly as sharp teeth catch on the edge of his jaw. "Okay, I can help with that, sweetheart. But we'll have to be quick. I don't think I can fuck you without locking my knot tight in your cunt." The words are murmured against his skin as a praise that sends shivers along Dabi's spine. He didn't think that alphas always knotted. Only during their ruts or when they are so into their partners that they can't stop their body's desperate need to cling to whoever they can. Hearing that Shigaraki doesn't think he can trust his control to stop himself from knotting him sends a rush through his body that he's never gotten before. 

"Then hurry the fuck up." He growls, catching the other's jaw between his palms and pulling him into a harder kiss. He's not gentle with the other man. He has sharp teeth too, and he bites at Shig's lips and grinds into his palm, his back arching off of the wall, in a poor attempt to prove that he doesn't need to be babied. Tomura growls back, the sound a deeper rumble that is more approval than aggression as he takes the hand from Dabi's cock to press his fingers between his cheeks, prodding at his hole— and finding it already wet. Dabi is glad that his burns obscure so much of his face because he knows he used to blush to the tips of his ears when he was young. Maybe it's just his body remembering how he felt last time, but the fact that he's already dripping, his insides clenching desperately around nothing, tells him that this is still so different from the things he's experienced before. He manages not to whimper, but when Duster feels how ready he is, he just sinks his teeth into the side of his neck again, just shy of actually mating him, but tormenting Dabi's instincts with that flash of possibility and making him even wetter because of it. Then he takes his hand away, and Dabi feels him shifting and hears his zipper pull so he can take his cock out too. 

He rakes his nails up Shig's back, racking up his shirt and incredibly glad the other man hasn't put on all of the hands that go with his costume. There's nothing impeding his greedy touches as he tries to pull the other man in closer. Duster, thankfully, doesn't make him beg or wait any longer. The thick, blunt head of his cock presses against Dabi's hole, and his breath catches in the back of his throat as Shigaraki wraps his hands around the backs of his thighs, still keeping one finger from his skin, before he sinks Dabi down onto his length. He fills his body now just as perfectly as he did the first time, and even though Dabi had hoped to keep this quick dalliance a secret, he knows that ship has sailed the moment he's filled because he can't help the loud moan that tears out of his throat. He's had other cocks before, he thinks deliriously; how is it that Shigaraki's makes him feel so much better than any of those? 

He doesn't get an answer to that question, and he doesn't really have the brain power to keep thinking about it in the first place. Instead, he just does his best to stay braced against the wall, clinging to the wolf, as they begin to move together. Maybe holding him against the wall was a way to keep the headboard from sending that damning and rhythmic sound out into the base, but it doesn't matter now. Dabi can't keep himself quiet, even as Shig tries to devour every whine and moan out of his mouth. He's sure that the others will still be able to hear the roughness of their skin slapping together and the gush of slick that spills out of him with each movement. 

Dabi's pleasure soars so high, so quickly, and this time, Duster doesn't drag it out. They don't have time for that. He fucks Dabi hard, teeth against his skin, claws held back with that same careful restraint as his quirk, until Dabi can't hold on any longer and he spills, staining both of their shirts. Feeling his body clench tight around him must be just as good for Duster, because he lets out another growl, managing another few thrusts before his knot is swollen and locked tightly inside of Dabi's body. He moans again, face pressed tight to Shigaraki's neck to be surrounded by his scent, inside and out, when he feels the other man flood his body with cum. He wanted it hard and fast, and he completely forgot about a condom. Whatever. His head is too light and floaty to actually worry about that right now. Not when it's really nice that his alpha is strong enough to carry him away from the wall and lay their joined bodies on the bed instead. It feels really nice when Shig starts to lick at his long ears, grooming his fur sweetly, while they wait to unlock. 

Dabi doesn't say a damn thing to the other man before he leaves for the job. He just showers, ignores the jeers from the others who overheard them, and does his goddamn job. Thankfully, the anticipation and reality of seeing his father's perfect creation on the battlefield is more than enough to distract him from the fact that the sex with Shigaraki absolutely lived up to the hype the second time too.

///

The job went well; the heroes just happened to get ahead of them. They caught them at base. They destroyed Kamino. Dabi knows he should probably be upset about that; the others certainly are, but it's hard to be frustrated when, even in their loss, things have gone very well for him on those fronts. Yes, he had a very severe concussion after that, and he probably shouldn't be celebrating any additional medical emergencies heaped upon him. But the fact of the matter is that the heroes made a point of going after him first. Yes, they may have ranked him lower than Shigaraki or Twice, but they clearly thought he was the most dangerous one in the group at the time, and that means they're taking him seriously despite being a rabbit. That's good. That helps him towards his ultimate goal of being a bad enough villain that he will forever taint Endeavor's legacy. On top of that, Dabi never liked AFO. That creepy bastard was always looking to use the League for his own goals, whether or not Shigaraki realized it. Dabi has known too many people who thought they made it by getting included in one of that bastard's jobs only to end up dead or unable to break away from his 'organization' in the aftermath. He thought it might be worth the risk after he saw the nomu, but he can't even pretend that he's not very pleased with the way these events have played out. Thankfully, he has plenty of other work to do that is away from the eyes of the others, so he doesn't have to put in an effort on that front. Instead, he goes out and looks to recruit. They need more resources now, absolutely, but scrounging for a little while, when that is something that at least a good number of them have done for years, is better for them than being AFO's little puppets. 

Or at least, that's what he thinks until Twice gets them into more trouble than Dabi thinks they'll be able to get out of. He gets them involved with the dregs of the Yakuza who prove that the last drops of new blood in their organization are absolutely not playing by old, well-established rules when they threaten the League, maim Compress, and kill Magne. Dabi wasn't there for that, and he hates how glad he is that he wasn't. Overhaul is a stoat, and he's already made demands to have Toga and Twice go to his compound while the League 'works' with him. Dabi doesn't want to find out what he would demand if he'd been reminded that the League has a rabbit in the group too. He thinks Duster is aware of how much worse it could have been too, because after they get Compress to the doctor that Dabi has been getting his shots from for years, after he's laid out the plan and made sure that everyone is ready to destroy the Shie Hassaikai, he pulls Dabi aside. 

"Are you alright? You've been on your own for... weeks." He takes off his mask so he can look Dabi in the eye when he speaks. It's only the fact that he seemed both relieved and incredibly trusting of the work Dabi has been doing on his own that keeps him from immediately snapping that he's more than capable of taking care of himself. Shigaraki isn't nearly as condescending as Dabi thought he would be at first. He's not trying to undermine him right now. So what does he want instead? Dabi isn't sure right away, but then he notices that all of the others have gone their separate ways. It's been a long couple of weeks, and the fact that they can get some sleep while they're waiting for Compress to wake up after his surgery has given him and Shig more privacy than he thought they would get here. 

Oh. Dabi's body begins to warm. He's pretty sure that all of the others, now that they don't have access to V anymore, have completely cut off their own libidos. If Dabi hadn't ever gone to bed with Shig, he would probably be celebrating that fact, thinking that they would get far more done with everyone else focused on work instead. Now he thinks that they're all just trapped in their panic instincts that tell them to look for food, water, and safety before they can even consider mating. He, as the opportunity to fuck Shigaraki presents itself to him, does not have that problem. 

"Mmm, I'm good, boss," he says, but he doesn't hesitate to press into the other man's space. "Could be better for an hour or two though." He suggests. He has no idea when or if Shigaraki is going to rut anytime soon. He probably should, given how long the League has been rolling together, but all of this stress might stop his cycle for a while unless he gets a shot to spur it on. Dabi doubts he'd bother. The meds here are not cheap, and he thinks that the last of whatever Duster had access to went into getting Compress his prosthetic. But even without a rut, Dabi hopes he can convince the other man to ignore all of the things that have conspired to destroy them for a little while. Dabi has been working hard for this cause, all without ever asking for anything in return. What a treat it would be to press himself up against this wolf and demand that Shigaraki make him feel good as payment for that instead of Dabi having to spread his legs to get a job or to keep a dangerous predator from deciding to open his veins instead. 

Shig hesitates for a second, and that's not what Dabi wants. He wants to feel good. Fucking Shigaraki is the best thing he's got in his life right now, and he feels a petulance inside of him that he hasn't held since he was Toya try to make itself known at even the thought of refusal. 

"Come on, alpha," he purrs, running a hand up his chest. "Already let you mark me inside. Don't you want to see if you can paint my mouth too?" Dabi's mouth waters at the thought. He's sucked cock plenty, but maybe this will be just as different as the sex has been. Maybe he'll like it enough to take out some staples, making sure his jaw can open wide enough for Shig to knot his throat. Fuck, that would be so hot. He wants that, and his body tells Shigaraki about it when the scent of overcooked sugar starts to seep from his skin, begging for his alpha to give him what he wants. 

"...not here." 

Dabi is part wolf, but it's really impossible for Duster to know that those words send his tail wagging when it's so small. 

///

Shigaraki is Dabi's only vice. Well, he is still a murderer hellbent on revenge, but that is a fundamental part of who he is rather than a particular indulgence. Dabi has to eat the words he, thankfully, kept to himself, because sex with Shigaraki has turned him into just as much of a pervert as the rest of the League was when they first joined up and got unlimited access to a sex club. He is always looking for an excuse to get into Shig's bed. He fucks him for luck before the Shie Hassaikai raid, and afterwards to celebrate. He makes sure that when he shows up for a debriefing, he always has enough time to get something out of the other man. Even when Dabi re-ups his shots to keep staving off his heat for a while longer, he doesn't hesitate to drag Shig into his bed, or whatever the closest available flat surface is, just to get another round in. But at least he does still have the wherewithal to remember when it's appropriate for him to look for that kind of distraction. It's definitely not appropriate when Shigaraki is spending an entire month sleeping for just a handful of hours every couple of days so he can prove that he's strong enough to get the resources that AFO may have left behind for him. It's also not appropriate when, after that goes off the rails, they end up having to fight an entire city, and most of them end up needing medical attention. They have an entire secret insurgency to deal with after that on top of the fact that Shig's got fingers being amputated, a broken foot, severe quirk-scarring to deal with, and too many other smaller injuries to even list. All of that means that Dabi is absolutely not about to go around pestering him for sex. Which means he has to be patient. That feels like one of the hardest things he's done in his life if he's being entirely honest. There are so few things that Dabi has that he enjoys, that losing sex, now that he's found someone who makes it worthwhile, leaves him even more irritable and bored than he usually is when he has to deal with the people around him not working to the standards he holds himself to. 

So he's not really in the mood for it when, after a two-hour-long meeting with Shigaraki to tell him about everything that he's been doing to adjust the training regimen for their troops, the other man pauses him as he's gathering up his papers. "What are you doing for dinner tonight?" 

He frowns. He's been keeping to an all-herbivore diet, as he always does, just to keep people from realizing he's a wolf. But they need to be stronger, and he knows that his body will take to this more rigorous training if he adds meat to his diet too. He would probably be even better off if he actually let his shots lapse like he's supposed to and have a heat. But he's not going to do that unless he gets Shigaraki to help him through it. He doesn't want to go back to something mediocre and end up disappointed in the last heat he's likely to have before the end of his life. "Why?" The question comes out short and harsh. He knows what his body needs better than the wolf can, and he's proved, better than most of the others, he can actually handle the damage his body takes during a prolonged and expansive fight. He might like Shigaraki's cock, but he doesn't want the alpha to start thinking that he's a weak omega or too rabbit to actually be in charge of the army. 

Duster blinks, like the hostility in that single sentence took him off-guard. "Oh, I just thought that it could be nice if we ate together. If you want to."

He's surprised enough that Dabi actually gives the offer another thought. Fine, maybe Duster isn't thinking he's not taking good enough care of himself. Maybe he really does just want to eat together. "...Okay." Dabi normally begs off attending group meals. He has enough irons in enough fires that he prefers to work through his meals instead of listening to inane chatter coming from the others. They can do all that kumbaya bullshit on their own. He's here for a reason, and now that Endeavor is both number one and has proven his weakness by not being able to stand up against a high-end, Dabi is even more pressed for time than he was when he joined the group. He needs to make sure that he's doing as much as he can if he wants to actually get the army to move on his timetable rather than Re-Destro's or Shigaraki's. 

He's still thinking about those things while he and Shigaraki decide what to order, the other man not even blinking when Dabi orders a meal of meat and veggies. But by the time they're actually tucking into their meal, he realizes that he's not going to be able to float through this dinner on autopilot the way he'd expected to. 

"We'll take care of that this week," Shig tells him, almost dismissively. "We have to wait for Compress and Spinner to compile our current supplies first." The grunts are more than efficient in bringing them their food, the plain takeout boxes all having arrived within twenty minutes of them sending down the request. Dabi fully intended to keep talking work throughout the meal, but when Shigaraki asks, "Now that we have resources and security again, what have you been doing in your free time?" 

Dabi can only stare at him for a second. It's probably a good thing that question shocks him into a moment of silence, because he fears how caustic his words would have been otherwise if he didn't take that delay to temper his words slightly. "What free time? We're working to destroy hero society; I don't waste time on frivolous things." And then, before Duster can say anything about their hookups, "But maybe I'll be far enough ahead of things by the time you're out of the cast to let you blow my back out every now and then." He shrugs, like this is all nothing. It has to be nothing because he has choice words for the way the others have been handling their new security and unlimited credit cards. "Unlike the rest of you slackers, I actually want to see this change come about in my lifetime. I'm not happy to coast on the goodwill of the former MLA. I'm going to make a change, not just wait around for one to happen, distracted by shiny things and my own superiority." It's a two-pronged jab, one aiming for the heart of the League, all of whom have been enjoying being given such wealth and free rein that they haven't really done much of anything outside of work hours since they got here. The other is aimed at Re-Destro and the previous leaders, because they thought legacy should have been enough to change the world, but they needed a catalyst to actually take a step forward. Another old and formerly powerful group that needed them to actually change the world. Dabi is bound and determined to prove that they were right to believe that. The League can change this country in a way none of them ever could. But he's going to prove that's not because of Shigaraki. It's because he's got more drive and dedication than any of them, and he proves it every day by not becoming distracted, complacent, or lazy like the rest of them. Dabi has one vice now that he currently can't take advantage of to the full degree. That means he has plenty of time to get shit done before he gets that distraction back, and at least that one only lasts for a few hours when he chooses to indulge. 

He isn't really expecting another stretch of quiet to come from Shigaraki because of that explanation, and when he meets the other man's eyes across the table, he realizes, just for a split second, that his secondary ears have drooped slightly. Duster looks back down at his food when he speaks, "Right. Well, I don't know how soon that will be. The doctor has a lot of... unorthodox treatments that he's offering me to make me stronger. He thinks I can outpace my teacher in four months if I do them." 

Dabi is honestly surprised that Ujiko hasn't shown up and asked him if he wants any insane body mods, given the fact Dabi now knows that the hospital he woke up in was only there to make children into nomus. But maybe the doctor has realized that Dabi wants to kill his father on his own merits. Or maybe he worries that Dabi would put Shigaraki on a leash if he got strong enough for that to be a viable option. He doesn't know what it is, but he does comment, "Four months? That's still ages. I might have outpaced you by then, boss." 

Shigaraki's ears droop more noticeably. "Maybe." He lets Dabi steer the conversation back to work and doesn't ask him to share another meal with him again as he continues his treatments. 

///

The League, technically, celebrated taking over the PLF the night that they had the rebranding ceremony. But that wasn't a real party. Too many of them were still badly enough injured that they couldn't really indulge. The day that everyone is finally free of their casts is different, though. Dabi doesn't even hear whispers about the celebration; he just finds the others eating and drinking, their conversation excited and amiable when he comes up from his office one night. That conversation doesn't stop when he arrives, but it does take on a slight reluctance. Dabi doesn't know if that's because he's a rabbit and they've got a spread of mostly meat, or because they know he takes their work more seriously than any of them, but he lets it slide. He watches them look horrified when he eats a bite of some kind of steak off the tray they've gotten with the surf and turf platters that have been brought up for the celebration. He would normally blow off this indulgence, but Shigaraki is out of his cast too. No more bandages, prosthetic glove on over his damaged hand. He could actually go to bed with him again, and that's worth putting up with everyone else being frivolous for an hour or two. 

He settles in, and the conversation starts to flow around him again for a while, drinks and food being consumed at a rate that would make one think that this is the first proper meal the League has had since they got off the streets and stopped scrambling for every bite they could find. The good thing is that none of them are used to drinking the way they did at the bar anymore, and things get rowdy faster than Dabi expected them to, even though Shigaraki stays fairly subdued. He's been very... calm, very mature ever since he took things over here. He wears a suit now; he doesn't scratch at his neck, and he stands straight enough that people will forget that he's a runt when they look at him. He's different now, and Dabi wants to see how that confidence carries him in the bedroom. So when Toga's got Twice singing karaoke on the TV, Spinner almost unconscious on the couch, and Compress their captive audience because he's the only one nice enough to politely cheer on the caterwauling coming out of the two, Dabi finishes his drink before he stands from his seat. Duster blinks when he takes a new one right in his lap. But his hands still move to hold Dabi around his waist. He chuffs at him sweetly when Dabi traces his nose up along the side of his neck, taking in that spice and cold scent that he's been missing for the past few weeks while he was broken. 

"Doc cleared you for rigorous activity, didn't he? Want to ditch these dorks and put that to the test?" He asks. Maybe a few months ago he wouldn't have thought letting the others see him being so upfront about his desires was a good idea, but the thin walls in their past few hideouts and even the bar back in Kamino have torn away any semblance of subterfuge that he might have employed. He wants Duster, and he doesn't really care if the others know about it. Everyone in the PLF knows that he's getting more done in meetings than they could possibly accuse him of doing on his back anyway. 

Shig can hold him with all of his fingers now, and Dabi feels them tighten slightly around his waist. "I— maybe we should go somewhere more private." 

Dabi snorts. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan, boss." He's already told Shigaraki he doesn't do public sex, but that was all the way back at V. Whatever. He's just excited that this is on the table again. He gets out of Shig's lap, and Duster doesn't even bother to make an excuse to the others as they stand and turn to leave. They just go, and Dabi is left vibrating with excitement. Finally, He didn't realize how much he's come to rely on their flings for stress relief, but the idea that he's going to get a knot soon is so enticing that he can feel his body already starting to warm by the time they're in the hall, halfway to their bedrooms—

And then Shigaraki stops. Dabi pauses too, ready to make a quip about the 'your place or mine' debate not really mattering when their rooms are only a few meters away from one another, but Duster levels him with a look so grim that he shuts his mouth immediately. What the fuck is going on? Was the party a distraction because something went wrong? Did they lose their crop of high-ends? Did the false leads he's been sending to Hawks get flagged? 

"Dabi, look, I really enjoy what we've been doing. I like you, I like spending time with you outside of work. I've been hesitating to talk to you about this because I know that it puts you in an awkward position if you're not interested, but we do have an HR department now that can help," he talks and Dabi manages to chase away his panic, suddenly certain what this conversation is about. 

"Seriously? You're not usually so constipated about this stuff, Shig." He says, rolling his eyes. "I'll spend your rut with you, puppy. I won't even make you wear a muzzle as long as you can give me a week to see if the Doc can clear my system so I can get my heat out of the way too." But he definitely doesn't want to wait that long before he gets what he's been waiting for. "Please tell me you're not so close that we have to wait that long?" 

"No, Dabi." Shigaraki properly frowns at him then, his voice more firm and forceful than it usually is when he speaks. "I'm not talking about our cycles. I like you. Yeah, the sex is good, but that's not all I want. I want to spend time with you apart from that and work. I want to be able to have a conversation with you without feeling like we're entering a sparring match. I understand if that's not what you're after since we started this as something so casual, but I don't want to keep things casual if we decide to keep doing this." 

He stares at Dabi, red eyes boring into him with a desperate intensity that freezes Dabi in place. He feels it, that animal instinct that tells him that he needs to hold still, to not make the first move, to wait for that second between blinks so he can run away as far and fast as he can. He might not have a burrow to hide in like his animal ancestors, but he does have a room. He has work. He has places he can go to leave this dangerous predator behind who might not be inviting him to crawl into his jaws, but is still requesting something that Dabi thinks will destroy him. 

They stay in that moment for such a long time before Dabi can quiet that scream of instincts that tells him he needs to run. If he runs, he proves that he's just a scared bunny who's gotten in over his head. If he tells Shigaraki he doesn't date, that he's never even routinely hooked up with someone before, then he loses the one great pleasure that he still has in his life. He doesn't even have small pleasures to fall back on. He will just have to go without. It's already been miserable going without for the past few weeks. He doesn't want to be completely bereft now. 

"Yeah, okay. We can... date or whatever." Dabi tells him, his tongue feeling wrong as it forms the words. He isn't expecting Shigaraki's ears to perk up so immediately, for his tail to begin to wag constantly, and for him to seem so puppy-like as he does get into his space, but not to bite, just to put his arms around his waist so he can pull him into a kiss instead. Okay, good. This is what Dabi was after in the first place. He's more than happy to have this where he can. But he is the one to start to push against the other's chest, trying to move them towards Duster's room. It would be nice to not have to change his sheets when he goes to bed tonight. He's the one who parts their lips and adds, "But just dating, right? A shared cycle is one thing, but I'm not looking to be mated right now." 

He sees the fracture this time, the way that the joy on Shig's face dulls slightly in a way that makes Dabi almost feel bad for being honest. "...That's fine for now, Dabi. I don't want to rush into something like that either. But... would you ever consider taking a mate? Or is that something you're not interested in at all?" 

Dabi does not want to have this conversation. He's gotten so far with the League and now the PLF; he doesn't need to be hamstrung by letting people know he's not planning on living past the first few battles of their war. He doesn't want them to take away command of the army from him and put getting his revenge in jeopardy. He loops his arms around Shig's neck, pressing their bodies closely together and reveling in the fact that, even with the month of recovery from Deika, he can feel how much good the training before has done for Shigaraki. He's still short for a wolf, but he is solid now against Dabi's body in a way that makes him nearly tremble with pleasure. His long white hair also makes his features even more ethereal and striking, and Dabi has almost distracted himself by how much he likes just looking at the other man. Has he ever been genuinely attracted to any of the other people he's slept with? He isn't sure. He doesn't think so. 

"Maybe. But that's a big conversation, and we just started dating. Maybe we should give it a try and see if we like it enough to deal with all that later. And if not, I don't mind going back to what it was before." 

There is still that fracture; Duster's tail isn't wagging anymore, but he decides not to put any more pressure on it and risks breaking whatever is happening between them. He smiles at him, smaller and softer than it usually is when it's aimed at other people, before he gives Dabi another kiss. "Okay, bunny. Come on. Let's see if we can drown out their singing." 

Dabi doesn't hop down the hall, but he is very enthusiastic as Duster takes the weeks of frustration that their sudden celibacy caused and turns it into pleasure that is granted tenfold. When they're finished, though, Shig asks for him to stay the night— something Dabi has managed to avoid since the first time at V. But Dabi can see the way his body lilts towards his, how his ears aren't forward at attention but already starting to droop in just the second that it takes to stop himself from immediately refusing. They're 'dating' now, whatever that means to Shigaraki. He clearly wants this. Dabi wants to fuck like this at least once a week. He can make concessions for that. 

"Yeah, okay." 

He didn't realize that Shig was going to be such a big cuddler, but that's alright. It's the first time Dabi has ever felt safe in the arms of a predator. 

///

He isn't anticipating how much things change the moment that he agrees to date Shigaraki. Work stuff is mostly the same. Dabi thinks that's because Shig knows by now just how invested he is in their goals, and he's not stupid. Privileged, because he was born a predator and his mentor made sure he had every advantage towards villainy growing up, but not stupid. He knows that Dabi has always had to work twice as hard and ten times more viciously to convince people to take him seriously instead of just making him a snack, and most of the others still haven't figured out that he's a hybrid yet. So Duster doesn't go out of his way to treat Dabi with any obvious favoritism or affection during their meetings. He keeps things so professional, it's Dabi who breaks first. 

He's the one who decides, after wrapping up a one-on-one about two weeks after they've started dating, that his training session wasn't enough to take the edge off. He has been slowly easing off his shots, so he can have a heat that will hopefully help maintain his health instead of letting the prolonged, ignored heats deteriorate it further. He is really starting to feel the rabbit stereotyping about needing it all the time now that he has someone who makes him want it without the sex being a chore. And he wants it now. Dabi catches the edge of the file that the other man was about to pick up, clearly ready to move on to the next thing even though they don't have any other pressing work to deal with. 

He's the one who moves around the side of the desk, catching the deep red tie that hangs around the other's neck and murmurs, "The suit looks good, boss." He sees Shig's ear twitch, but the wolf doesn't even glance at the very unlocked door before he gets his hands around Dabi's waist, simultaneously rolling his chair back enough to make room for Dabi as he pulls him in so that he's trapped between that and the desk. 

"...I thought that you wanted to keep work and pleasure separate." He hasn't said that in so many words, but it's definitely a sentiment he's expressed a few times now. And it's one that would probably continue to serve him well, but the fact of the matter is that he would like to fuck Duster in this office. 

"Mostly. But I don't have any other meetings today, and you look good in this suit. I think I would look good spread out across your desk, don't you?" 

He smells the way that heat saturates Shigaraki's veins at those words, but he doesn't get the other man pulling him into a kiss. He doesn't push him onto the desk and take over, growling words into Dabi's ears that make him drip and whine with his pleasure. Shigaraki takes a slow breath, tracing his thumbs over Dabi's hips, letting him feel the difference between the hard metal and soft flesh of each. "...There's one more thing I wanted to talk to you about." His voice is grave enough to make Dabi pause too. He leans his weight against the edge of the desk and crosses his arms. 

"Yeah, okay. What's going on, Duster?" 

Shigaraki doesn't say anything for another moment, looking not at Dabi's face, but at the scars that cover his arms. That makes him bristle further. Duster hasn't ever been particularly interested in those. He never treated them like they were something he had to overlook, like it's a favor he's bothered to touch Dabi in spite of them. "...The doctor wants me to have my rut and then go into the tank. He's not sure if... I'll still have one after I get out." 

Dabi blinks. "What? He's sterilizing you in the process?" 

"No— maybe. It's not something he's worried about preserving with the nomu. He's been trying to lower sensitivity and interest in the ones that aren't completely neutralized. He doesn't want them to be able to breed. He worries that the amalgamations that they could produce wouldn't be able to be controlled and would destroy everything. So all of the other nomu don't have their shifter species or any of the mating instincts they might have. He thinks it will take too much time to figure out how to preserve those instincts in me, so he wants to just move forward. I'm keeping my body, for the most part. I'll still be a wolf; I'll still look the same. But no more ruts, possibly a lower sex drive overall." The more Shigaraki talks, the faster his words come. It's not nervousness infused in them, but a growing passion that leaves Dabi bewildered. "And he didn't tell me any of that until he realized that I was going off my medicine for a while so we could share a cycle. He's worried about me delaying for that too. He's acting like this is all the time we have, even though the MLA was able to work from the shadows for years without my teacher even knowing about them. He acts like there's a deadline and every time I hesitate, I'm failing to live up to my teacher's legacy— But if this was such a sure thing, then why didn't my teacher do it himself? Ujiko can change every individual cell in my body to become a nomu, but my teacher spent the last three years of his life in what amounted to a walking iron lung? How could that be? If this technology was ready to go, why didn't he use it? Why has Ujiko been waving this in front of me like a carrot on a stick—" 

"Hey!" It's an entirely involuntary outburst when it happens, but Dabi has heard that phrase used derisively so many times that it's a kneejerk reaction. 

Shigaraki blinks, like he'd completely forgotten that Dabi was here. That he was telling someone about these doubts out loud. Red eyes flick up to his, and Dabi wonders if he realizes that his ears are completely pinned to his head. He's pretty sure that the wolf's tail would be between his legs too if he was at an angle where Dabi could see it. "Sorry. I just, I just don't know what to do." And then he keeps looking at him, like Dabi will actually be able to tell him how he should react instead. 

He knows it's in poor taste before he's even finished speaking when he says, "Well, I really like your cock, so I would advocate against anything that makes you less willing to rail me." 

He sees how the words land. How the words completely quell any heat between them and turn Shigaraki's eyes hard and cold. "...Is that all you care about?" Dabi swallows, feeling that rabbit instinct to hold still and hope not to die rear up. He usually fights that back. He usually chooses to lunge first, like he did when they met at the bar, to keep himself safe. He doesn't want to burn Shigaraki alive, so he freezes instead. 

"...What?" 

"My dick." Shigaraki moves first, but he lets go of him; he pushes his chair back, he moves away from the desk as Dabi hears him taking slow, deep breaths as he fights down the temper that he hasn't seen the other man unleash for a long time now. "Is that all you care about— that and how quickly I can win this war for you? I get that this is a new relationship, but I want to at least know you're here because you want to be, not just because this lets you keep jumping on my knot whenever you want." 

Dabi's hackles raise slightly, wanting to angle to get closer to the door, but now Shigaraki is pacing the length of the room. "I care." Mostly about the war. Mostly about Shig's dick. But he does kind of like Shigaraki now. He's not insufferable. He works hard. He tries to be careful about the expectations that he has and how he should handle himself when Dabi's half-prey. He would mourn him if he died. He will miss him when he's in that tank. "But isn't this a lot to drop on someone? We've been dating for like, two weeks, Duster." 

It's the wrong thing to say, again. Shigaraki whirls on him, and Dabi's stomach sinks as he watches the other man, tail swishing angrily, ears pinned back, reach up and begin to scratch at his neck violently. It barely takes a second before there's blood on the collar of his formerly crisp, white shirt. "I've been trying to talk to you about this for months, Dabi!" He shouts, sees how involuntarily Dabi flinches, and then lowers his voice, even though the emotion in it remains. "I've been trying to ask you what you thought about it. When I bring it up during work, you just tell me that we need to be as strong as possible. When I try to discuss it privately, you blow me off and try to distract me with sex. I've been asking for your opinion as my second-in-command, and now I'm asking as your boyfriend, and you still can't stop thinking about being railed for long enough to actually listen to me. I've talked to the others— none of them think it's a safe idea for me to go through with. But I wanted to ask you. I wanted to know what you thought about it. I wanted— fuck, I don't know," but Dabi has a feeling that, yes, they both know what Duster was after, and all of the ways Dabi has failed to give it to him. "Maybe I wanted you to tell me not to do it. Maybe I just wanted to know if you would bother to stay if the doctor cut off our access to the nomu in retaliation if I don't do this." 

Dabi manages to catch his words in his throat this time. He keeps from croaking that even with their new army, they really can't afford to lose the nomu. That he doesn't want anything to compromise all of the power that they've amassed with those creatures. There is still such a big part of him that wants to say exactly that, that wants to tell Shigaraki to suck it up, understand that he is a figurehead and always has been, and that means he needs to do whatever it takes to bring them over the finish line. That's what he's done all of this time. But he knows that if he says those words, then he will lose Duster forever. Dabi didn't think he was so attached to the other man that that thought would bother him. But he... wanted him the entire time he was healing. He felt himself having to be patient when he was training against the giant baby. He didn't actually go out and try to find some other canine species to take the edge off of that. He likes it when Shigaraki chuffs and scents his neck when they're locked together. He would... be sad if Shigaraki went into that tank and turned into something that doesn't want him anymore. He doesn't know where the line between him just absolutely loving how Duster makes him feel while they're fucking and a genuine foundation for connection is. He's never been in a position to have either before. He just knows he's loath to lose both now. 

"If you don't want to do this, then you shouldn't." He tells the other man, but he hears how hollow and insincere the words sound. They make him wince as Shig pulls his nails from his neck, visibly reaching for his composure so he can just break up with Dabi and put an end to this all. "You should know what you're getting into," he adds. "I didn't have a choice when your teacher took me."

The words are so big and too raw as he starts to speak. He feels like this, too, is a mistake. Shigaraki asked for him to be genuine with him, and all he can think to do is tell the other man what led him here. Sure, that's about as honest as Dabi can be, but he can't help thinking, the entire time he speaks, his foot thumping nervously against the floor, that this is still wrong. He couldn't tell Duster that he wants to stay with him for anything other than work or sex. He doesn't have the right words for that. Offering him these, even though they're so big and so true, makes him feel like he's still managed to get everything wrong. Like this will still sour the other man's perception of him and Dabi will lose something he didn't think he'd have to give up before the end of his life. He didn't want to. He wanted to have Shig until he was ready to go. That doesn't feel like enough either. 

But Shigaraki listens to him. He doesn't interrupt. He doesn't call Dabi a liar. He listens. What he said before doesn't make Dabi suddenly believe that the treatments he received in his coma had anything to do with why he was so unenthusiastic about sex before Shigaraki. If the doctor fucked with his body in that way, it wouldn't have gone away the second Dabi had that first spectacular lay. He listens, and at the end of it all, Duster takes a breath. 

"Okay. We'll keep this private until you're ready to reveal it to the rest of the world. I'm not going to complete these treatments, not knowing that they've already hidden so much else from me." He stops there, and Dabi hates how he feels so on edge. He knows what Shigaraki is thinking. He's still wondering if this is enough, if he should just cut ties here— at least when it comes to the romantic angle. Duster really wants that; Dabi finally understands. He might have wanted it all the way back in Kamino. That might have been why he was so ready to let Dabi in whenever he wanted a fuck, despite his bad attitude. And he knows that Dabi isn't there yet. He doesn't know if Dabi will try. 

But Tomura doesn't end things, and Dabi is so relieved by that he knows he has to put in an effort now, or he'll just have delayed the inevitable. 

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For as much as Dabi does genuinely want to be good to Shigaraki, he can't turn off the way that his body has come to crave their entanglements. He just pushes them aside and goes out of his way to try to do things that couples are supposed to, all without ever bringing up sex to the other man. He brings him lunch on days when he knows that Duster won't eat otherwise because he'll feel like he's too busy to pause for the meal. He starts to attend the movie nights that Toga's enforced on the League and sits with him on the couch, pressed into his side, letting the wolf hold his hand or put his arm around his shoulders. And don't get him wrong, these things are generally nice. He is glad to be useful ad he doesn't find any fault in the affection that Shigaraki gives him. But it still feels hollow when there is a gnawing pit that has opened itself up inside of him. Every time he is close to Shigaraki, he smells him, and when he does, his whole body strains with how desperately he wants that scent pressed inside and out. He wants to feel his alpha's knot inside of him. He wants him to lick at his neck like his scent glands still work. He wants desperately, and he can't have it. He doesn't bring up sex at all as they continue to date for the next month and a half. He keeps their kiss chaste when Toga hangs mistletoe for Christmas. He doesn't ask to rein in the new year by getting drunk and fucking until they pass out. He keeps a lid on it. It's bad enough that he thinks his heat is going to trigger before Shigaraki's rut now that they're both back on a natural cycle. That, at least, can be dismissed as pure biology. But he can't go asking for it. He doesn't want Duster to think that's the only reason he's sticking around, especially not when the more time they spend together like this, the more Dabi will feel it hurt if he has to give it up. 

So he tries hard to be good, and he doesn't protest when, one night after work, Tomura comes into the kitchen. They have their own wing with a common area that has a better kitchen than any place that Dabi has ever had access to since he was a child. Tomorrow is his birthday. He can always order anything he wants, but maybe because this might be his last, he finds himself here, cutting noodles by hand so he can make himself soba from scratch for the occasion. And Tomura is the only one who knows it's about to be his birthday because he's the only one Dabi has told the truth to. He puts his hands around Dabi's hips as he moves up behind him, nuzzling against his neck with an affectionate chuff that he mirrors in turn. 

"I didn't know you cooked, bunny." 

"Haven't in a long time. Wanted something special." He turns his head enough to get a kiss since the others, thankfully, aren't around to gag at the display. "What's up?" They aren't supposed to be doing anything tonight. Dabi actually thought that Shig had meetings until late because he wanted to be free in case Dabi wanted to do something special tomorrow. 

"You still haven't told me what you want to do. We can do whatever you want, firefly— short of killing Endeavor." 

He already knew that was off-limits. They still need, if they can get it, another three months to finish gathering supplies and positioning troops and assassins before they're actually ready to make a move and kick off this war for real. Dabi isn't going to rush him about that anymore. He can wait. It's worth it to hold onto this for a little longer and make certain that the cause is actually set for the future after Dabi bows out. "Whatever you want. You're the one making us take the day off in the first place." 

Shig lets out another amused chuff against his skin. "Because you won't ever do anything for yourself short of revenge. I think you deserve to have a good day." 

"Mmmh, if you thought that, you'd keep me in bed the whole time." The words slip out so flippantly, so unintentionally, that Dabi once again freezes completely when he realizes what he's said. His throat nearly closes up around his panic, but he does try to rush words out anyway, "No— I mean— I appreciate that you want to spend the day with me. I didn't mean—" 

"Bunny," Shig catches his hand, making him put the knife down before he gently turns him so that Dabi is forced to face him. That same gentle grip moves to his chin and gets him to angle his head up a bit more. His eyes are soft and warm on him as a small, sad smile forms on his lips. "We can do that. I know I was upset before. I just... wanted to know that you like being with me, not just the sex. I love fucking you, precious. But I also love you. I don't expect you to feel the same way, maybe not yet, maybe not ever, but I didn't just want to be a convenient fuck. I just wanted to know that there was a chance and that you wouldn't resent giving me a little of... this." 

Dabi's throat still feels tight; his heart is still pounding hard enough that he wouldn't be surprised if Tomura could feel it where their bodies are pressed together. "I- I like this too." It's been nice. Even though it's been torture not to have sex with Shigaraki, it has been nice to be close to him. But Dabi isn't ready for words so big and emotions so sincere. He doesn't think that he would have been capable of sticking around at all if Tomura hadn't had that hard conversation with him before. If he hadn't made Dabi stop treating him like a dildo and start thinking about what else this could actually be— if he sticks around long enough for it to grow into that. "Not ready for anything else yet, but maybe. One day. If—" he decides not to die. If their war goes right. If the heroes don't get to them. Maybe one day. "...Can we really stay in bed tomorrow?" 

Tomura nuzzles his cheek, pressing a kiss to his seams. "Are you sure you want to stay in bed? You seemed very eager about being knotted on my desk before." 

Dabi forgets completely about the soba as he tangles his hands in Shigaraki's hair and drags the wolf into a kiss that tries to fill the hunger that he's been agonizing over for weeks. 

He's very glad that they have the excuse of their cycles starting from that first touch, because he doesn't know if the others would have ever forgiven them for fucking on top of the kitchen island otherwise.

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52. Accidentally Witnessed KISS

(Why did my phone make that all capital? No idea. Must be important)

Maybe Shigadabi because I’m a predictable wench or Skeptic/Nia. Dealers choice. Whatever sparks the most joy!

Welllllll, since you asked for both, how about I do both then? 8D

It's quiet as all hell for once when he approaches the door to the hideout. No chattering voices on the other side of the cracked walls. The silence was almost enough to make Dabi reconsider walking in, suspicious of this calmness, but otherwise deciding that he didn't care that badly if this was some trap waiting for him. He wanted to find a dark corner to peel off his jacket, toss it aside, and rest his eyes for a little while.

The ominous quiet is matched by the pitch black that meets his eyes when he slides the door open. There's a few hints of light; the spiderwebbed window that let some of the moonlight in, and the faint glow of something electronic. A beacon of artificial light that bounced off of pasty skin, making it look almost blue in the darkness and for once he didn't have that ugly ass dead hand sitting on his face.

Sucking in a breath, he slams the door shut behind him to get the other to look up from his videogame. The icy stare he receives for his actions is enough to make whatever sensation he had left in his skin to prickle up as his muscles contract. He shakes it off, sloughing his jacket off of his shoulders and throwing it onto the free cushion on that rotted sofa that Shigaraki had become so cozy with.

"Awful quiet 'round here, where's the rest of the weirdos go?"

Slinking around to the backside of the sofa, he bends himself low enough to rest his elbows on the back cushions on either side of his head. It gave him a bird's eye view of some newer rpg that he had been playing, and the faint smell of dirt that came from his hair.

"Toga wanted to see a movie, so the others went along with her." His scratchy voice relayed the irritating news with that same indifference that drives him up the wall. What a bunch of lazy jerks, sitting around on their asses while he was doing the hard work all the time.

"Forreal? You let them waste their time on that shit while I'm busting my ass looking for new recruits?"

Shigaraki shuts off his handheld console and the darkness around them grows deeper. Without any working lights in this damned hellhole, all they had left was moonlight. A disarming stillness settles into the musty air and he can't react fast enough when one of those dangerous hands latches into his wrist and pulls him down. A sharp pang of pain shoots up through his spine at the sudden bend but before he can get the chance to complain or pull back, it's the proximity that Dabi zeroes in on. Shigaraki half turns in his seat to face him now that he was forced down to his level.

"You looking for some kind of reward for running fetch quests that I didn't even send you on?" He drops his voice low, almost like it's a secret conversation that they're having. "Were you wanting me to get down and suck your dick and call you a good boy for being so productive?"

The heat from his skin drops down into his stomach and he can't tell if it's shame or arousal that's doing it, or if it really matters what the difference was at this point. His mouth feels dry as he stares back into those red eyes that are gazing through him. As much as he doesn't want to break the contact with their stare, he does end up flickering his sights down towards his lips, only for a fraction of a second. Hoping that Shigaraki didn't notice but deep down knowing he's already seen right through his shit.

"Yeah, well, now that you mention it, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea." Dabi tries to play it off, however he feels like he's rotting from the inside. It wouldn't kill him to get some validation, and now he's pretty damn glad the rest of them were gone for now.

Another abrupt tug and Shigaraki forces their lips together in a violent clash. Even their affection was harsh, a rough connection made more maddening when he runs his tongue along his lips before forcing them to part with the appendage. It's sloppy, a spit-soaked desperation that showed their shared lack of experience but all the need for something that he doesn't want to put a name to.

The pounding of his heartbeat in his ears drowns out the sliding door to the hideout, but it doesn't miss the voice that cuts through their private moment.

"Hey, I'm... back, the movie... wasn't my thi-AH....!"

Shigaraki twists his head back around, although not with any sense of urgency. The space case standing frozen in the doorway watches them like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi-truck, like her whole life was flashing before her eyes. A trail of saliva connecting their lips moves with him, breaking when he speaks.

"Go do something else for a little bit. Can't you see we're busy?"

Dabi glares at her as she nods, struggling to get out of the doorway as quickly as she can and slamming it behind her. He would have thought it might have killed the moment, but Shigaraki was already pulling him down again for more.

"Now we've got some time to really compensate you."

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With his open laptop cradled in his arm, he loops through the security feed one more time to confirm her location. It wasn't difficult to find where Nia was, yet he was surprised to find that she had been there for an entire hour without moving. Either that or the camera in the training gymnasium had broken but he highly doubts that.

Skeptic's suspicions are confirmed when he forces open the door to find her just laying there on the floor. He gently closes his laptop, holding it under his arm as he approaches the downed woman. Not a single movement or sign of life as he steps up to her, but after a moment she pulls his eyes open to stare up at him.

"Ah.... I am fearful... when I behold that myriad-eyed herdsman.... He travels onward with... his crafty gaze upon me; not... even in death does the earth... conceal him, but passing... from the shades... he hounds me, the forlorn one...." She rambles some strange text to him as a greeting. He's stopped questioning what she means by these things, there's little logic to be found in her but always some strange kind of connotation.

"Your training ended an hour ago, why are you still here?" Tomoyasu sticks to the straight questions instead, watching as her weary smile withers, and she sighs deeply while forcing herself to sit up.

"Oh, I... don't know, just... questioning my life choices...."

That makes him raise his brow, squatting down to be closer to her level. Now that he was up close, he could see how bruised up she was. Patches of purple and blue littered over the visible parts of her skin. He clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth together to keep back the apprehension. They wouldn't put her through anything that they didn't believe that she couldn't handle, and in the long run it was going to benefit them all. Re-Destro was a reliable mentor and her Meta Ability had too much potential to waste.

"A bit dramatic for some battle training, don't you think?"

Tomoyasu winces at the pained way she breathes out when she moves. From here he can even see the dithering of white that was spreading sporadically through the roots of her hair that was more obvious now than before. He makes a mental note to bring it up at a better time, but for now he sets his laptop on the floor with them and slides it aside.

"Yeah, I guess.... I'm just... kind of sick of... having to get beat up... all the time...."

Hard to argue with that. His presence was never required on the front lines and Skeptic was not at all envious of the vigorous routines that their soldiers went through. And she was at the distinct disadvantage of starting out late. From what they know, Nia's only formal training came from fighting that giant of a beast out in the mountains for a month.

"You're body will adjust, you're still catching up but... there's been a lot of progress. We wouldn't be wasting our time on it if we didn't think that it wasn't worth it."

That gloomy visage of hers brightens up, the red flush rising up to her round cheeks.

"Ah, you're really... sweet when you want to be...."

"I'm being objective. I've been keeping my eye on your combat data a-ACK." He doesn't finish getting out the words before she tackles him onto the gym floor. Her weight forces the wind out of his lungs, arms messily wrapped around his neck as she starts pressing kiss after kiss against whatever part of his face that she can reach.

"N-not here! Do you have any idea what the word 'discrete' is supposed to mean or do you not care?" No amount of his complaining gets her to stop, but it does make her silence him with a ravenous kiss that is enough to momentarily shut-down his brain to their surroundings.

"Woah there, that doesn't look like any kind of fighting that I know."

Nia snaps up but he's still trying to get his bearings back, blearily focusing in on the two figures standing over them. A wide smile stretched over a stapled face, and Geten stays silent but underneath the shadowed cover of his hood he can see his bewildered, glowing eyes.

"Silence! And just what do you two think you're doing in here? Did you get approval to use the facilities or are you loitering around when you should be doing something else?"

"Chill out, geek squad, I was gonna have the human freezer show me some moves. Nice lipstick, by the way."

Using the back of his hand, Tomoyasu wipes at his lips and is dismayed to see a smear of black staining his skin. It was, in fact, all over his face. Shooting a glare at Nia, she simply offers an apologetic smile.

"Hehe... um, oops...."

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i think this video here deserves its own post on kamislop.com because this is my equivalent of snorting a line i lost count of how many times i've watched it today alone

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my roman empire is how Tomura and Touya were both so consumed by hatred for themselves, their family, and what they could have been; and in the end, they both ended up finding some semblance of peace and accountability for their horrible actions, which allowed them to move on from their total hatred.

Touya’s act of “accountability” was him realizing how similar him and Shouto were when he found out him and his brother shared something so simple yet profound as a favorite food, when Touya was so desperate to divide Shouto from him as “Endeavor’s masterpiece” and it shattered him when he finally saw Shouto as a human, a CHILD, rather than just his replacement. And then APOLOGIZED. For someone who was hellbent on killing and destroying his entire family with no remorse and pure selfishness, Touya sincerely apologizing was his version of accountability, even if it wasn’t prison like Spinner and Compress, or immediate death like Himiko.

Tomura’s act of accountability (in a way) was his final speech to Izuku, and urging him to do his best. Rather than wishing him death or destruction, he helped defeat All for One alongside Izuku and let his vestige die out, content with getting his body back, even if he couldn’t destroy Izuku’s arms. His final act of accountability was death, even when his sole mission was to destroy everything.

They fuck me up so bad. They’re literally two sides of the same coin 💔

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When it comes to my favorite characters smut/fluff/angst/xreader/xanothercharacter/AU/childhood fanart/everyfanart, I'm a

GREADY LITTLE FUCK