He understands what it's like to be pushed directly by that man. Shouto is still a hero, though, so I find it hard to believe he'd accept that his big brother Touya is the same guy that's been burning thugs alive all over town.
[ It probably was stupid of him. And stubborn. And petty. But Dabi was just that convinced that revealing himself to Shouto would do much more harm than good. He was regretting letting it slip even to Bakugou because of the mess it's made of things. ]
I saw that. They televised it all, remember? .... Honestly I was proud of him using only mom's Quirk that far into the tournament. It proved that even as strong as he is with both running at once, he was still powerful enough to make it to the semi-finals on half his power alone.
[ Pausing, he looked over at the boy with fingers holding the cigarette to his lips. ]
If only he hadn't fucked up and let his concentration waver, right?
[ Dabi himself still wasn't entirely sure of who would have won had Shouto used both his fire and ice the way he had against Midoriya. ]
Look... it's not that easy to just let go of the things that happened and go reconnect with whatever parts of my family might actually want me around. Let me put it in perspective for you....
Have you been able to forget about when we took you? How many nights have you woken up thinking about when I dragged you through the portal?
If you were ready to blast my head off when I first yanked your hood down at the store, just stretch that feeling out over ten years. Those- what? Two days you were with us? Stretch it out to the fifteen years I lived as a Todoroki.
Sure we're standing here now talking... but can you tell me it'd be the same story with Shouto if he found out about me?
[Slowly, Bakugou's face crumples, though there's not much difference between this and the usual resting bitch face he's always wearing. He glares for a long moment at Dabi out on the balcony, turns his head away, a soft snap to the side. More glaring. He looks back afterward, still having come to any decision on how to tackle this.
Really, it's not his business, just a waste of time, or so he thinks.]
Shut the hell up... [The response alone is evidence enough he's still rattled and pissed about the kidnapping. More so because he had dealt with such a tough time afterward regarding All Might's retirement. Blaming himself. Feeling weak, useless. Always taken. Always causing trouble.] Listen, you fuck.
I don't exactly give a shit about you or Half 'n Half, or your bastard old man outside of being a capable hero. Do what you want. I'm just saying it's fucking stupid to assume you won't get nothin' out of talking to him.
You don't know how it'll go until you actually do it.
Otherwise, whatever. But if you keep being a damn villain, don't think we won't smear the ground with what's left of you. We're gonna be fucking heroes, and there's no room for you around here.
[ He almost feels bad for the way Bakugou's face crumples. In the long pause, Dabi finishes his cigarette and stubs it out on the edge of the balcony. After flicking it out to the side where it'll land in the grass below (he's still a villain, alright?), he turns to head back inside the warmth of his apartment.
The response from the blond draws a small scoff from Dabi as he sits on the couch once more and puts a foot up on the coffee table. ]
I'm just assuming that it'd do him more harm than good for me to out myself, okay? What benefits are there gonna be for him to know that I'm a villain? You can probably already guess there's no real way to change my mind about shit. You'll just be hurting him.
[ Finally, Dabi gives a sigh and runs a hand down his face, looking all the more tired with the scars under his eyes resembling bags. ]
Look... I can't stop you in the end. If you wanna tell him, do it. If you think something will actually come of it, whatever. I'd even commend you for trying.
But unless there's a way I can know it won't just fuck him up even more... I'm keeping my mouth shut.
[Bakugou only partially moves as Dabi comes back in through the sliding door, making sure he doesn't give enough room, so the man has to at least bump against him some. It's a kind of typical Bakugou peacocking. A refusal to back down, a refusal to be afraid of anything coming his way.
Iida would absolutely have a cow about the cigarette; it's low on Bakugou's radar.]
I'm not some fucking messenger boy. I don't even wanna see Halfy's face much less run to tell him some bullshit about one of the League being his brother. He can find out that shit on his own if he hasn't already.
[Slowly, he turns away from the door and around.] You all are a goddamn disaster. [Coming from one disaster to another, on separate levels.] Half's already fucked up. If you were watching, you'd have seen it. The look in his eyes.
He dips out almost every weekend; funny, considering we aren't supposed to be leaving exactly. Right? Heard it's 'cause he visits his mom.
So even if he's fucked up, even if he's been through some of the worst shit imaginable, he's still trying to be a hero. That means he's going to be some dumbass softy if he found out about you. He'd waste his time trying to help you.
I'm not like him, though. I'm not gonna feel sorry for you just because you've got a sob story.
[ The bump into Bakugou makes him stumble as he pushes past, one hand catching himself on the edge of the door as the other grabs the younger by his shoulder lest he faceplant onto hardwood flooring. ]
We've come to an accord on that, then. Unless something manages to change my mind, I'm fine with keeping up the front I've already got with him.
[ His hand flounders a bit against the couch, seeking out the vodka for another long drink. ]
And yet you think the guy that caused all us to become fucking disasters is a good hero. Doesn't surprise me he wants to visit our mom,though....
[ Dabi gives a long sigh as Bakugou continues to rant at him about Shouto, a hand running down his face as he sinks into the couch further. ]
Mom isn't a fucked up villain, though. I mean... sure she burned his face when she snapped in the head. But she isn't a murderer. She didn't kidnap one of his classmates.
Good, though. Cause I don't want any fucking pity. I just need some booze and a good, hard fuck now and then when I'm not working and actively playing the big bad monster part. So if you can't give me either of those, I don't want anything, kid.
[His gait is easy and slow when he moves from the door to the balcony over toward the couch. At first, it looks like he might turn and continue on to the front door to leave, but he stops at the edge of the couch on the side where he had hidden the bottle of vodka.
Reaching down, he picks it up by the neck, doesn't offer it out yet.] Villains must reach an all time damn low if they're wanting pity fucks from kids. Nah, you gotta prove you're worth what I give. I don't do handouts. [His arm extends. He offers the bottle of vodka, but he keeps a hold of the neck even if Dabi takes it, refusing to let it go so easily.]
If you wanna be sloppy seconds to your brother again. I've fucked him, once. Halfy. Everyone thinks he's some goody-two-shoes, but he loves playing with danger. He earned it, though, my wrath. We had a contest, and he forfeited like a coward because he hated the taste of vodka.
[ Just as he thought he was going to be left alone to stew in his own misery, Bakugou surprises him once again by grabbing the vodka. Scarred lips open to tell him to fuck off, but instead he's cut off and left staring in surprise at the younger. ]
Who said anything about a pity fuck? If I don't want regular pity, I sure a fuck don't want pity fucking.
[ When his hand closes over the bottle and it's obvious Bakugou isn't letting go, he yanks hard to drag the boy down onto his lap. ]
I wouldn't call it sloppy seconds if you only fucked him as part of a bet. And that's where we differ in the end... vodka's my vice.
[ The elder took a swig of the alcohol still held between them, but instead of swallowing the mouthful, he wrapped a hand around the back of the blond's neck and yanked him in to press their lips together roughly. Tongue sliding into Bakugou's mouth, he sloppily fed him the shot of vodka, despite a good bit of it dripping down both of their chins before he managed to get some into the other's lips. ]
How's that for starters?
[ To emphasize his point, his teeth caught the other's bottom lip and gave a tug. ]
[Shockingly, Bakugou actually looks briefly surprised when Dabi exerts force on the bottle and yanks it, pulling him down with it. He stumbles, stretches an arm out, but can't reach the back of the couch, so he clamps it on Dabi's shoulder instead before sprawling haphazardly over the man's thighs.]
Fuck off, basta--
[The lips aren't nearly as startling as the stinging alcohol being dumped in his mouth. He squeezes the shoulder in his hand, reaching up with the other to shove his palm against Dabi's collar, though not to peel them apart so much as get some reprieve from the vodka.
It burns all the way down, and he sputters, coughs, and the growl that comes out of him is gurgled and hoarse when Dabi bites into his bottom lip. Shoving again, he cracks their foreheads together, not roughly, but not gently either, enough to get Dabi to back out of his space hopefully.
It's not fear; there's a thrill there. A challenging excitement. Maybe not for everyone in a situation like this, but especially for him.] Shithead.
I fucked him because I was drunk and wanted to, not because of a bet.
[ It's satisfying to see the surprised look on the boy's face when Dabi pulls him down. Even if there's a bit of pain in his thighs when Bakugou flops haphazardly onto him, he hangs on to his waist just hard enough to keep him in place unless he really struggled to get free.
Licking up the mess left on his scarred chin, he looks up at Bakugou with a smirk even with the burst of pain in his forehead when it cracks against the younger's. It's just enough to make his hand release the other's head, shifting instead to adjust the boy on his lap so he doesn't fall off.
Through the haze of alcohol, the adrenaline of the challenge bursts through his veins. He hadn't intended for this to happen, but he wasn't going to push away such an interesting chance. ]
That's almost even worst. But only cause I'm half drunk right now.
What's it gonna be, huh? WAnna find out which Todoroki feels better to fuck?
[The prospect is different, and the taunt is clear. It makes him mildly hard already, thinking about tossing his weight around with someone besides the usual classmate. Someone more dangerous, not even regarding quirks, but maybe intent. The best way to get him going is to give him a goal.
Reaching up, he grabs the hand holding the vodka and uses it to bring the end against his lips, tip it for a hefty swig. He coughs again at the burn and wipes his mouth when he lets go.] I need more if I’m gonna do anything with your ugly ass. [Which is only a return taunt, but he’ll use it and take the alcohol for his inhibitions.
Instead of lowering, the hand fists tightly in the front of Dabi’s shirt, a warning.] Try any bullshit with me, and I’ll blow your head off without even blinking.
Now. Show me what kinda fucking horse am I betting on.
[ He didn't normally go after high schoolers. Especially not high schoolers part of the most prestigious hero course in the country. There was a thrill behind it; the kind that got him excited even from that sloppy, vodka-flavored kiss.
He lets the boy take the bottle from his hand and take a swig, taking the time himself to shed the jacket he'd been wearing. ]
You know that hurts enough to make me wanna stuff that dirty mouth of yours and wash it out.
[ He teased, using the hands fisting in his shirt as an excuse to lean in and run his tongue over the blond's bottom lip to catch a few stray drops of the alcohol. ]
You get to leave any time. You gotta trust me when I say I'm not that type of villain.
I'm assuming you mean what kinda horse you're gonna be riding so....
[ His hand dropped down to his jeans, undoing the belt and zipper before taking one of the younger's hands to push it into his boxer-briefs. Allowing him to feel how big Dabi was before he's even gotten hard but most of all, letting him feel the metal piercings adorning him. ]
[It's good he's maneuvered, or he might have had time enough to think about socking Dabi in the face with his fist again for the invasion of his personal space.
Christ. He was aware of already considering Dabi a freakshow, but now he realizes the freakshow extends further than that.] I'm not gonna be riding shit. [Not, he thinks, when his damp palm cups the man's cock and pulls it out of the waistband, thumb feeling over the hard, notched ribs of the barbells along the underside.] What the fuck... [Rather than let go, his hand squeezes gently, another warning.]
Am I supposed to be impressed you're fucked up enough to shove a needle four times through your dick?
[But it doesn't matter. The intimacy has already made him mostly hard in the leg of his sweats, and he takes his hand away like he's touched something scalding. Reaching over his shoulders, he grabs a fistful of the hoodie and yanks it up over his head, taking the shirt beneath with it, too. They get tossed to the floor, and heat rolls off him in a wave, free. He's conditioned himself to sweat for his quirk, so he's already glistening.]
We can see if your mouth is any better than his. Something besides just fuckin' yapping.
[ A second sock to the face that night would've been a serious kill to the buzz he has going. ]
Well, if you think you're topping me, I have some very sad news for you. I haven't bottomed since I was 17.
[ He genuinely laughed at the reaction to Bakugou seeing his cock and the piercings adorning him. ]
You asked to see. Or that's what my drunk ass is interpreting you to have meant. Now c'mon. I showed you mine now you show me yours.
[ Though looking down at the hard lump in Bakugou's sweats, it's not hard to imagine what the boy looks like. Dabi has to admit, though, the picture before him with the blond stripping off his hoodie and shirt is certainly a nice one. Even if Bakugou thinks of him as a freakshow and walking zombie of sorts, Dabi's shirt soon joins the younger's before he turns on the couch to rest the younger on his back. ]
I'd expect so since I have a lot more experience than him. And you better not spill that vodka on my couch. That's the good shit. I actually paid money for it.
And? There's no better time to fucking start again.
[Carefully, he takes one last swig of the vodka, doesn't cough this time but does grimace, and he sets it down on the floor by the couch out of the way.
Thankfully, Bakugou has no real humility when it comes to being naked. He's too arrogant for that, too fearless. Easily, without hesitation, he thumbs the hem of his sweatpants and shoves them down his thighs past his knees, over them and off his legs to the floor, getting rid of the socks afterward.
Dabi gets the worst teenage, shit-eating smirk. There's no monumental and astounding look to him; the length of his cock is average, decent, hard and lying stretched toward his navel, but he isn't small by any means. The girth of him will make for a delicious mouthful.
If Dabi thought he wasn't going to be the feistiest fuck, Dabi was wrong. Reaching up, he clamps a hand around the back of Dabi's neck and against Dabi's shoulder before the man even has the chance to look him over much. He swings his weight to the side, trying to flip them on the couch, though he's going to settle on Dabi's stomach and lap rather than shove himself up between Dabi's legs. This tussle over dominance seems to thrill him considerably.]
Open your mouth. If you bite me, I'll blow the rest of your face off so it matches the bottom.
Don't make me tie you down. I'm really not afraid to, kid.
[ He helps the younger in yanking off his sweats and boxers and Dabi had to admit that the sight of Bakugou's naked form was definitely a nice one. Even if he were a lot more sober than he was now, he'd find the blond's muscled body just as erotic to look at.
His true feeling or thoughts don't show on his face, however, outside of the blue fire still burning in his eyes as he reaches over to the end table by the couch for a bottle of lube just to have on hand.
When he's grabbed, the villain gives a defiant growl and plants a foot against the floor as his knee digs into the couch for purchase. Heated hands grab the younger male's wrists, pinning them over his head against the couch. ]
Don't fucking tempt me to leave a few bites on you. Give some marks for you to have to explain away the next time you stand in the changing room. Now if you want me to suck this cock of yours, you better sit still.
[ Gone was the relaxed demeanor he'd had earlier. This was how Dabi was when he got turned on and presented a beautiful body for him to enjoy. Though he had to admit, the thrill and excitement of Bakugou fighting back against him for dominance was getting his cock to harden. Finally showing off his full length and girth which was well above the average. ]
[The damp palms crackle gently, and he twists his wrists, but doesn't blast like he would if he had actually wanted to escape. The length of his forearms and biceps tense, and he pushes back against Dabi's hold, a taunt when he bobs the other man up once.
A way to say not to underestimate him even if he's a kid.]
Good fucking luck. I'm not afraid to bite your damn ass back. [The resistance he's issuing slackens slightly, relenting. Even if his chest is partially puffed stubbornly, he's getting something good out of this. He won't be too much of a nuisance. Maybe.] Stop wasting my time and start sucking my dick.
Let my fucking hands go. small>[So he can use them.] You're gonna need yours anyway.
[ The push back against his hold makes Dabi's fingers tighten almost bruisingly around the younger's wrists. Hips pressing down into the blond's to keep him pinned until he's sure the boy isn't going to try anything. ]
Good. I like it a little rough. [ Gradually his hold loosens as he feels the other relaxing under him, a snort leaving him in response to his continued attitude. ] Did you treat my brother like this?
You're right about that, though. [ With a quick, rough kiss to the younger's lips, he finally let him go to settle down between his legs. Immediately he took Bakugou's balls into his mouth, suckling and rolling them with his tongue as he watched the younger's face from below. ]
Yeah. [There's no reason for him to deny the feistiness that came with the other Todoroki.] I told you he liked to look down the barrel of the fucking gun. [Despite the rowdy behavior, Bakugou actually isn't terribly abusive. Shouto had been fine.
Even with his hands free, he keeps them draped back above his head over the couch, and he runs his tongue over his lips as Dabi pulls away. He can't decide yet if he likes or despises the taste of vodka and cigarettes.
His legs part, knees draw up just a bit to make room. The mouth on his balls causes him to jump slightly along the thighs and waist, and his face pinches for a second somewhere between cautious and pleasure.]
[ Turquoise rolled from the response. He didn't think of Bakugou as an abusive type, though there had been plenty of questionable signs which drew the League towards him to begin with. Still, it was a bit conflicting to think about Shouto sleeping with a guy that acts like this.
His hands slide along the younger's thighs, warming slightly as he sucked the boy's sack. After a few moments, he released them to give a slow lick along the underside of Bakugou's cock. ]
People always forget about the balls when it comes to giving head. But balls need attention, too, you know.
[ Finally he went for the main attraction. With fingers rubbing and stroking the base, he bobbed his mouth along Bakugou's cock. Now and then he'd pull up to just the head, allowing his tongue to rub the sensitive areas there before he resumed the pace. ]
[The hands over his head squeeze tightly, and he tries not to buck his hips toward the mouth. A pleased hum leaves hum, but only that so far. It doesn’t matter. Being blond, lighter skinned, it’s easy to see the fierce flush that climbs up his neck from the plane of his chest, speckling him hot and bothered.]
Fuck...
[The worst part about being feisty and passionate is how easy it is for him to lose it. Not just with his anger, but with his orgasming, too. His toes curl, legs going rigid under the hot hands before they move to his cock. There’s an attempt he makes to relax, but teasing the head draws a low, breathless hiss out of him, and his face bunches gently.
Maybe being a teenager with only a bit of experience doesn’t help any.]
[ For all the threats and harsh tones Bakugou gave him, now that Dabi had his mouth wrapped around the boy's cock, he seemed to be putty under his hands.
Good.
If Bakugou wanted to give Dabi a lesson not to underestimate him, let this be the younger's lesson not to underestimate Dabi. He knows what he's doing and how to do it well and it's evident in how he puts genuine concentration into sucking the other male off. He doesn't even bother trying to tease anymore as he pulls off completely to give a bit more attention to his balls as the heated hand jerks him. Instead Dabi licked and teased mercilessly to draw out some sort of noise from the boy to prove that there'd be no holding back and it's fruitless to try. ]
[The thrown back hands don't last. They snap forward and down, and he digs every single one of his fingers into the dyed hair of Dabi's head, curling them, clutching. At first, he doesn't direct, just holds, instead occasionally rocking his hips up to meet the man's mouth coming down.
His moan isn't loud; a strained and pleased growl given through his teeth with closed eyes and a hard jaw turned upward.
He mutters something, maybe a curse, and then starts trying to guide Dabi's mouth over his cock, down a little further, back and forth a little faster. It's easy to feel good and be hungry for more, and really easy to toe the line.
His hands grip roughly suddenly and yank, loosen to move, then shove at Dabi's head.] Alright. [The bark is hoarse, and he grabs the base of his cock to try to almost pull it away protectively.] Fuck--off.
[ Dabi doesn't let Bakugou have his way with his mouth even as his head is held in place between his legs. Pushing against the grip, he only allows the blond to rock up when he feels like it, mostly focusing on the tip as fiery blue glares up.
Only after he's given the moaning growl does he let the other guide his head a little more, bobbing harder and faster along him until--. ]
Hnng-!
[ The boy is very lucky he didn't bite down from the sheer shock of his hair being yanked so suddenly. Pulling back and sitting up, the elder stared at him with an arm braced on the back of the couch. ]
You're really gonna blue ball yourself on purpose? What the fuck for?
[ A sigh fell from his lips as he sat back and found his jacket. ]
Alright, then. Since you wanna be mister big cock in charge. You can finish yourself off.
[ From the jacket he pulled out his cigarettes to tap one out. Lighting up right there with a small flame on the tip of his thumb. Waiting to see if Bakugou would actually jerk himself off or if he'd let Dabi finish the job. ]
[A deviant, rebellious rise washes over him. He waits, on purpose, for Dabi to get the cigarette out and light it, get one good suck on it, and then he tightens his abs and hefts himself up to quickly snatch the thing out of Dabi's mouth.
There's no hesitation; he crushes the cigarette in his palm in a flurry of a small explosion, and when he opens his hand to the side, ashes fall out.] You're not fuckin' done yet, you bastard.
Keep going. I'll give it to you when you actually start doin' something besides using your damn mouth. You want me to come, then you've gotta earn it. Unless you're all show, and you actually don't know how to use what you shiskabobbed four times.
[ Well, that lasted for all of half a minute. Normally, any man or even a woman who dares take a freshly lit cigarette (or any cigarette for that matter) from Dabi and crushes it would get his full wrath. He couldn't exactly do that with this kid, though.
But... he could take it out on him in other ways. ]
You know... you're really making this harder on yourself. If you really wanna edge and drag this out much longer than I was gonna let it be for you... don't you fucking complain.
[ Now it was his turn to grab. Yanking Bakugou up to his feet and tossing him over his shoulder to carry him into the bedroom just down a short hallway where he tossed him onto the bed. ]
Let's see... here. Open your fucking legs before I tie them to the bed. You might not be that impressed, but it'll make you do more than just scream and throw a hissy fit if I shove my cock in you, so open up and let me prepare your ass.
[ He'd forgotten the bottle in the living room, but that wasn't the only lube he kept around. Ever prepared, he had a full bottle fresh and ready as he opened it up and poured it over his hand. ]
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[ It probably was stupid of him. And stubborn. And petty. But Dabi was just that convinced that revealing himself to Shouto would do much more harm than good. He was regretting letting it slip even to Bakugou because of the mess it's made of things. ]
I saw that. They televised it all, remember? .... Honestly I was proud of him using only mom's Quirk that far into the tournament. It proved that even as strong as he is with both running at once, he was still powerful enough to make it to the semi-finals on half his power alone.
[ Pausing, he looked over at the boy with fingers holding the cigarette to his lips. ]
If only he hadn't fucked up and let his concentration waver, right?
[ Dabi himself still wasn't entirely sure of who would have won had Shouto used both his fire and ice the way he had against Midoriya. ]
Look... it's not that easy to just let go of the things that happened and go reconnect with whatever parts of my family might actually want me around. Let me put it in perspective for you....
Have you been able to forget about when we took you? How many nights have you woken up thinking about when I dragged you through the portal?
If you were ready to blast my head off when I first yanked your hood down at the store, just stretch that feeling out over ten years. Those- what? Two days you were with us? Stretch it out to the fifteen years I lived as a Todoroki.
Sure we're standing here now talking... but can you tell me it'd be the same story with Shouto if he found out about me?
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Really, it's not his business, just a waste of time, or so he thinks.]
Shut the hell up... [The response alone is evidence enough he's still rattled and pissed about the kidnapping. More so because he had dealt with such a tough time afterward regarding All Might's retirement. Blaming himself. Feeling weak, useless. Always taken. Always causing trouble.] Listen, you fuck.
I don't exactly give a shit about you or Half 'n Half, or your bastard old man outside of being a capable hero. Do what you want. I'm just saying it's fucking stupid to assume you won't get nothin' out of talking to him.
You don't know how it'll go until you actually do it.
Otherwise, whatever. But if you keep being a damn villain, don't think we won't smear the ground with what's left of you. We're gonna be fucking heroes, and there's no room for you around here.
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The response from the blond draws a small scoff from Dabi as he sits on the couch once more and puts a foot up on the coffee table. ]
I'm just assuming that it'd do him more harm than good for me to out myself, okay? What benefits are there gonna be for him to know that I'm a villain? You can probably already guess there's no real way to change my mind about shit. You'll just be hurting him.
[ Finally, Dabi gives a sigh and runs a hand down his face, looking all the more tired with the scars under his eyes resembling bags. ]
Look... I can't stop you in the end. If you wanna tell him, do it. If you think something will actually come of it, whatever. I'd even commend you for trying.
But unless there's a way I can know it won't just fuck him up even more... I'm keeping my mouth shut.
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Iida would absolutely have a cow about the cigarette; it's low on Bakugou's radar.]
I'm not some fucking messenger boy. I don't even wanna see Halfy's face much less run to tell him some bullshit about one of the League being his brother. He can find out that shit on his own if he hasn't already.
[Slowly, he turns away from the door and around.] You all are a goddamn disaster. [Coming from one disaster to another, on separate levels.] Half's already fucked up. If you were watching, you'd have seen it. The look in his eyes.
He dips out almost every weekend; funny, considering we aren't supposed to be leaving exactly. Right? Heard it's 'cause he visits his mom.
So even if he's fucked up, even if he's been through some of the worst shit imaginable, he's still trying to be a hero. That means he's going to be some dumbass softy if he found out about you. He'd waste his time trying to help you.
I'm not like him, though. I'm not gonna feel sorry for you just because you've got a sob story.
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We've come to an accord on that, then. Unless something manages to change my mind, I'm fine with keeping up the front I've already got with him.
[ His hand flounders a bit against the couch, seeking out the vodka for another long drink. ]
And yet you think the guy that caused all us to become fucking disasters is a good hero. Doesn't surprise me he wants to visit our mom,though....
[ Dabi gives a long sigh as Bakugou continues to rant at him about Shouto, a hand running down his face as he sinks into the couch further. ]
Mom isn't a fucked up villain, though. I mean... sure she burned his face when she snapped in the head. But she isn't a murderer. She didn't kidnap one of his classmates.
Good, though. Cause I don't want any fucking pity. I just need some booze and a good, hard fuck now and then when I'm not working and actively playing the big bad monster part. So if you can't give me either of those, I don't want anything, kid.
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Reaching down, he picks it up by the neck, doesn't offer it out yet.] Villains must reach an all time damn low if they're wanting pity fucks from kids. Nah, you gotta prove you're worth what I give. I don't do handouts. [His arm extends. He offers the bottle of vodka, but he keeps a hold of the neck even if Dabi takes it, refusing to let it go so easily.]
If you wanna be sloppy seconds to your brother again. I've fucked him, once. Halfy. Everyone thinks he's some goody-two-shoes, but he loves playing with danger. He earned it, though, my wrath. We had a contest, and he forfeited like a coward because he hated the taste of vodka.
What d'you got?
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Who said anything about a pity fuck? If I don't want regular pity, I sure a fuck don't want pity fucking.
[ When his hand closes over the bottle and it's obvious Bakugou isn't letting go, he yanks hard to drag the boy down onto his lap. ]
I wouldn't call it sloppy seconds if you only fucked him as part of a bet. And that's where we differ in the end... vodka's my vice.
[ The elder took a swig of the alcohol still held between them, but instead of swallowing the mouthful, he wrapped a hand around the back of the blond's neck and yanked him in to press their lips together roughly. Tongue sliding into Bakugou's mouth, he sloppily fed him the shot of vodka, despite a good bit of it dripping down both of their chins before he managed to get some into the other's lips. ]
How's that for starters?
[ To emphasize his point, his teeth caught the other's bottom lip and gave a tug. ]
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[Shockingly, Bakugou actually looks briefly surprised when Dabi exerts force on the bottle and yanks it, pulling him down with it. He stumbles, stretches an arm out, but can't reach the back of the couch, so he clamps it on Dabi's shoulder instead before sprawling haphazardly over the man's thighs.]
Fuck off, basta--
[The lips aren't nearly as startling as the stinging alcohol being dumped in his mouth. He squeezes the shoulder in his hand, reaching up with the other to shove his palm against Dabi's collar, though not to peel them apart so much as get some reprieve from the vodka.
It burns all the way down, and he sputters, coughs, and the growl that comes out of him is gurgled and hoarse when Dabi bites into his bottom lip. Shoving again, he cracks their foreheads together, not roughly, but not gently either, enough to get Dabi to back out of his space hopefully.
It's not fear; there's a thrill there. A challenging excitement. Maybe not for everyone in a situation like this, but especially for him.] Shithead.
I fucked him because I was drunk and wanted to, not because of a bet.
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Licking up the mess left on his scarred chin, he looks up at Bakugou with a smirk even with the burst of pain in his forehead when it cracks against the younger's. It's just enough to make his hand release the other's head, shifting instead to adjust the boy on his lap so he doesn't fall off.
Through the haze of alcohol, the adrenaline of the challenge bursts through his veins. He hadn't intended for this to happen, but he wasn't going to push away such an interesting chance. ]
That's almost even worst. But only cause I'm half drunk right now.
What's it gonna be, huh? WAnna find out which Todoroki feels better to fuck?
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Reaching up, he grabs the hand holding the vodka and uses it to bring the end against his lips, tip it for a hefty swig. He coughs again at the burn and wipes his mouth when he lets go.] I need more if I’m gonna do anything with your ugly ass. [Which is only a return taunt, but he’ll use it and take the alcohol for his inhibitions.
Instead of lowering, the hand fists tightly in the front of Dabi’s shirt, a warning.] Try any bullshit with me, and I’ll blow your head off without even blinking.
Now. Show me what kinda fucking horse am I betting on.
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He lets the boy take the bottle from his hand and take a swig, taking the time himself to shed the jacket he'd been wearing. ]
You know that hurts enough to make me wanna stuff that dirty mouth of yours and wash it out.
[ He teased, using the hands fisting in his shirt as an excuse to lean in and run his tongue over the blond's bottom lip to catch a few stray drops of the alcohol. ]
You get to leave any time. You gotta trust me when I say I'm not that type of villain.
I'm assuming you mean what kinda horse you're gonna be riding so....
[ His hand dropped down to his jeans, undoing the belt and zipper before taking one of the younger's hands to push it into his boxer-briefs. Allowing him to feel how big Dabi was before he's even gotten hard but most of all, letting him feel the metal piercings adorning him. ]
Feel for yourself.
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Christ. He was aware of already considering Dabi a freakshow, but now he realizes the freakshow extends further than that.] I'm not gonna be riding shit. [Not, he thinks, when his damp palm cups the man's cock and pulls it out of the waistband, thumb feeling over the hard, notched ribs of the barbells along the underside.] What the fuck... [Rather than let go, his hand squeezes gently, another warning.]
Am I supposed to be impressed you're fucked up enough to shove a needle four times through your dick?
[But it doesn't matter. The intimacy has already made him mostly hard in the leg of his sweats, and he takes his hand away like he's touched something scalding. Reaching over his shoulders, he grabs a fistful of the hoodie and yanks it up over his head, taking the shirt beneath with it, too. They get tossed to the floor, and heat rolls off him in a wave, free. He's conditioned himself to sweat for his quirk, so he's already glistening.]
We can see if your mouth is any better than his. Something besides just fuckin' yapping.
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Well, if you think you're topping me, I have some very sad news for you. I haven't bottomed since I was 17.
[ He genuinely laughed at the reaction to Bakugou seeing his cock and the piercings adorning him. ]
You asked to see. Or that's what my drunk ass is interpreting you to have meant. Now c'mon. I showed you mine now you show me yours.
[ Though looking down at the hard lump in Bakugou's sweats, it's not hard to imagine what the boy looks like. Dabi has to admit, though, the picture before him with the blond stripping off his hoodie and shirt is certainly a nice one. Even if Bakugou thinks of him as a freakshow and walking zombie of sorts, Dabi's shirt soon joins the younger's before he turns on the couch to rest the younger on his back. ]
I'd expect so since I have a lot more experience than him. And you better not spill that vodka on my couch. That's the good shit. I actually paid money for it.
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[Carefully, he takes one last swig of the vodka, doesn't cough this time but does grimace, and he sets it down on the floor by the couch out of the way.
Thankfully, Bakugou has no real humility when it comes to being naked. He's too arrogant for that, too fearless. Easily, without hesitation, he thumbs the hem of his sweatpants and shoves them down his thighs past his knees, over them and off his legs to the floor, getting rid of the socks afterward.
Dabi gets the worst teenage, shit-eating smirk. There's no monumental and astounding look to him; the length of his cock is average, decent, hard and lying stretched toward his navel, but he isn't small by any means. The girth of him will make for a delicious mouthful.
If Dabi thought he wasn't going to be the feistiest fuck, Dabi was wrong. Reaching up, he clamps a hand around the back of Dabi's neck and against Dabi's shoulder before the man even has the chance to look him over much. He swings his weight to the side, trying to flip them on the couch, though he's going to settle on Dabi's stomach and lap rather than shove himself up between Dabi's legs. This tussle over dominance seems to thrill him considerably.]
Open your mouth. If you bite me, I'll blow the rest of your face off so it matches the bottom.
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[ He helps the younger in yanking off his sweats and boxers and Dabi had to admit that the sight of Bakugou's naked form was definitely a nice one. Even if he were a lot more sober than he was now, he'd find the blond's muscled body just as erotic to look at.
His true feeling or thoughts don't show on his face, however, outside of the blue fire still burning in his eyes as he reaches over to the end table by the couch for a bottle of lube just to have on hand.
When he's grabbed, the villain gives a defiant growl and plants a foot against the floor as his knee digs into the couch for purchase. Heated hands grab the younger male's wrists, pinning them over his head against the couch. ]
Don't fucking tempt me to leave a few bites on you. Give some marks for you to have to explain away the next time you stand in the changing room. Now if you want me to suck this cock of yours, you better sit still.
[ Gone was the relaxed demeanor he'd had earlier. This was how Dabi was when he got turned on and presented a beautiful body for him to enjoy. Though he had to admit, the thrill and excitement of Bakugou fighting back against him for dominance was getting his cock to harden. Finally showing off his full length and girth which was well above the average. ]
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A way to say not to underestimate him even if he's a kid.]
Good fucking luck. I'm not afraid to bite your damn ass back. [The resistance he's issuing slackens slightly, relenting. Even if his chest is partially puffed stubbornly, he's getting something good out of this. He won't be too much of a nuisance. Maybe.] Stop wasting my time and start sucking my dick.
Let my fucking hands go. small>[So he can use them.] You're gonna need yours anyway.
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Good. I like it a little rough. [ Gradually his hold loosens as he feels the other relaxing under him, a snort leaving him in response to his continued attitude. ] Did you treat my brother like this?
You're right about that, though. [ With a quick, rough kiss to the younger's lips, he finally let him go to settle down between his legs. Immediately he took Bakugou's balls into his mouth, suckling and rolling them with his tongue as he watched the younger's face from below. ]
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Even with his hands free, he keeps them draped back above his head over the couch, and he runs his tongue over his lips as Dabi pulls away. He can't decide yet if he likes or despises the taste of vodka and cigarettes.
His legs part, knees draw up just a bit to make room. The mouth on his balls causes him to jump slightly along the thighs and waist, and his face pinches for a second somewhere between cautious and pleasure.]
That's--not my fuckin' dick, shithead.
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His hands slide along the younger's thighs, warming slightly as he sucked the boy's sack. After a few moments, he released them to give a slow lick along the underside of Bakugou's cock. ]
People always forget about the balls when it comes to giving head. But balls need attention, too, you know.
[ Finally he went for the main attraction. With fingers rubbing and stroking the base, he bobbed his mouth along Bakugou's cock. Now and then he'd pull up to just the head, allowing his tongue to rub the sensitive areas there before he resumed the pace. ]
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Fuck...
[The worst part about being feisty and passionate is how easy it is for him to lose it. Not just with his anger, but with his orgasming, too. His toes curl, legs going rigid under the hot hands before they move to his cock. There’s an attempt he makes to relax, but teasing the head draws a low, breathless hiss out of him, and his face bunches gently.
Maybe being a teenager with only a bit of experience doesn’t help any.]
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Good.
If Bakugou wanted to give Dabi a lesson not to underestimate him, let this be the younger's lesson not to underestimate Dabi. He knows what he's doing and how to do it well and it's evident in how he puts genuine concentration into sucking the other male off. He doesn't even bother trying to tease anymore as he pulls off completely to give a bit more attention to his balls as the heated hand jerks him. Instead Dabi licked and teased mercilessly to draw out some sort of noise from the boy to prove that there'd be no holding back and it's fruitless to try. ]
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His moan isn't loud; a strained and pleased growl given through his teeth with closed eyes and a hard jaw turned upward.
He mutters something, maybe a curse, and then starts trying to guide Dabi's mouth over his cock, down a little further, back and forth a little faster. It's easy to feel good and be hungry for more, and really easy to toe the line.
His hands grip roughly suddenly and yank, loosen to move, then shove at Dabi's head.] Alright. [The bark is hoarse, and he grabs the base of his cock to try to almost pull it away protectively.] Fuck--off.
I ain't... givin' it to you that damn easily.
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Only after he's given the moaning growl does he let the other guide his head a little more, bobbing harder and faster along him until--. ]
Hnng-!
[ The boy is very lucky he didn't bite down from the sheer shock of his hair being yanked so suddenly. Pulling back and sitting up, the elder stared at him with an arm braced on the back of the couch. ]
You're really gonna blue ball yourself on purpose? What the fuck for?
[ A sigh fell from his lips as he sat back and found his jacket. ]
Alright, then. Since you wanna be mister big cock in charge. You can finish yourself off.
[ From the jacket he pulled out his cigarettes to tap one out. Lighting up right there with a small flame on the tip of his thumb. Waiting to see if Bakugou would actually jerk himself off or if he'd let Dabi finish the job. ]
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There's no hesitation; he crushes the cigarette in his palm in a flurry of a small explosion, and when he opens his hand to the side, ashes fall out.] You're not fuckin' done yet, you bastard.
Keep going. I'll give it to you when you actually start doin' something besides using your damn mouth. You want me to come, then you've gotta earn it. Unless you're all show, and you actually don't know how to use what you shiskabobbed four times.
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But... he could take it out on him in other ways. ]
You know... you're really making this harder on yourself. If you really wanna edge and drag this out much longer than I was gonna let it be for you... don't you fucking complain.
[ Now it was his turn to grab. Yanking Bakugou up to his feet and tossing him over his shoulder to carry him into the bedroom just down a short hallway where he tossed him onto the bed. ]
Let's see... here. Open your fucking legs before I tie them to the bed. You might not be that impressed, but it'll make you do more than just scream and throw a hissy fit if I shove my cock in you, so open up and let me prepare your ass.
[ He'd forgotten the bottle in the living room, but that wasn't the only lube he kept around. Ever prepared, he had a full bottle fresh and ready as he opened it up and poured it over his hand. ]
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