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Tomura was so fucking tired right now. Actually, Tomura was always tired somehow; it felt like he hadn’t been fully rested since… Well, actually he had never been fully rested. He didn’t remember a time when his head wasn’t killing him or when his members weren’t sore. But right now, he might have been reaching a new low.

No one had expected the mission to take that long. They had all left the hideout five days ago with relatively light hearts and reckless spirits, only to return tonight, with drained bodies, dirty clothes, and empty minds. It wasn’t nearly their most difficult or dangerous job, but it might have been the most unpredictable one. Things had just … escalated really, really quickly and almost got out of hand. Almost. But it was way too close for comfort. On their way back, Spinner and Jin had already found ways to laugh about the whole thing, calling it the most fun they had ever had on a mission … but Tomura just couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways it could have gone wrong.

We should have been more prepared … No, I should have been more prepared. I’m their boss, their leader… It’s my job to plan these things. I miscalculated everything. Gosh, we could have lost so much… So many …

He didn’t dare finish his thought. He let his eyes shift to the rest of the group laughing ahead of him as they finally got home. Despite their smiles, Tomura could see the exhaustion and relief in their eyes, so he wasn’t surprised by how loud they cheered when he announced that they would all have the evening and the next day off. He is a little shaken however when they tried to actually hug him. It wasn’t like he was being nice or anything … He needed them to rest for more efficiency. Yeah, he wasn’t trying to please them. No way.

But he also needed the break himself. Not to rest, of course not, but to replay the last five days in his mind and to think about every single time he had messed up and every single time he had failed the league … He needed to make more plans … To rethink things … He needed to work … I need to be better … I need to make Sensei proud. His mind immediately drifted away, so he only answered with a vague hand gesture when Kurogiri tried to make him promise that he would rest too. And when he lifted his eyes again, everyone was gone. He vaguely remembered seeing Kurogiri and Sako walking away together, hearing Jin, Magne, and Toga gush about some arcade game pizza place they wanted to try. And Dabi ………… well he didn’t remember seeing Dabi leave actually. And he didn’t even remember him saying a single thing on the way back, in fact.

Is he okay? Tomura almost slapped himself for having such a thought. He didn’t care if Dabi’s okay or not. Well not really … He kind of did because he needed him- THE LEAGUE NEEDS HIM! I don’t care. He had probably left even before Tomura gave everyone the night’s off. That would be typical of him, probably getting drunk somewhere or whatever it was that he did in his free time. Good riddance … I won’t have to see his dumb face until tomorrow night or even later. Ah! That’s a face I won’t miss. Tomura was now standing alone in the middle of the room, awkwardly rubbing his arm, and playing with the hem of his trench coat so his hands wouldn’t jump to his neck. He didn’t care … But still. Dabi had almost taken a blow for him yesterday. He didn’t actually take it and he probably felt like he had to in the first place, with Tomura being his boss and all... But, Tomura couldn’t deny that he had been careless that time and that if Dabi had not tackled him when he did to the ground, he probably wouldn’t have dodged the blast in time and might have gotten hurt really badly.

Actually, he could have been grateful, if Dabi had not stayed on top of him a little longer than necessary. He had whispered in his ear “Careful there … we wouldn’t want to lose our precious leader …” . Just thinking about it got Tomura hot with rage. Why did he always have to be such a dick, even in a moment like this? Couldn’t he stop teasing him for a single second, even on a battlefield? Stupid stupid stupid Dabi … He thinks he is soooooo smart with his dumb grin and knowing eyes … Like he is always ahead of me somehow … Fuck I hate him.

Tomura was getting agitated, now and he realized that he wouldn’t be able to work properly in such a state. Somehow, Dabi was a pain even when he wasn’t even there. It was beginning to be really hot in the room, so Tomura angrily got rid of his coat and decided to go take a shower. Yes, good … It will clean off all the blood and viscera on me, and it will cool me down. As he passed by his bedroom to get a towel, he congratulated himself for having such a good idea. He had the hideout all to himself right now, so he probably was about to take his most tranquil shower in months, without anyone to bang on the door, or scream at him to stop taking all the hot water. Living with eight people and one bathroom was … complicated. But he didn’t have to worry about this now. Now all he had to do was lock the door, pour the hot water on his body and rela-

“What the fuck????”

As soon as he opened the bathroom’s door, he knew something was wrong because he was suddenly attacked with an awfully sweet and flowery scent. But he wasn’t ready for what he saw once the door was fully open.

The room was in half darkness; the room was bleak, the only light source was a bunch of blue-flamed candles disposed all around the bathtub. And said bathtub, was filled with pinkish, almost cotton candy like lather. And also a very naked Dabi, holding a glass of red wine. Tomura’s eyes went wide, his mouth flung open, and he could already feel his entire skin growing hotter and hotter by the second. He was in such a shock that he almost fell backward, leaning his back against the door and accidentally closing it behind him in the process. Oh fuck .

If Tomura was having a breakdown, Dabi seemed mostly unaffected by the intrusion. The lather was actually hiding everything below his waist. But he was still shamelessly exposed, his bare chest and scars laying bare in front of Tomura’s eyes. Lying back against the white ceramic. His only noticeable reaction was to smirk and raise an eyebrow.

“You see, that’s exactly the kind of shit that tells me you were an only child” he almost laughed, “you never knock…”

“Wh-you … What, but … When … How.”

Tomura was choking on his own words and it made Dabi’s smile grow even wider. Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit, okay Tomura, get your shit together!!! You’re mad!!! Mad, remember? Tomura actually had to shake his head to break out from the weird state he was in, and he walked toward the bathtub with firm steps. But… But not too close. Dabi noticed it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing you fucking moron?” Tomura yelled with a voice that was a little too high for comfort.

“Uuhhh, taking a bath you moron?” Dabi answered mocking his tone and gesturing toward the lather covering him.

“Oh my fucking God, I’m not stupid!!!! I see what you’re doing! But who told you, you were allowed to do that? How long have you been here for?”

“I pretty much went straight for the bathroom as soon as we walked in, so like fifteen minutes maybe? Had time to fill it up, get some wine, some candles… I was actually just settling in when you so graciously busted in on me. Also, I didn’t know we needed your permission to take baths now, Holy shit …”

“That’s not the point you idiot!” It was getting really hot and steamy in the small bathroom … Because of the hot water and the candles, of course. Tomura was feeling his hair get frizzy and his skin got sweaty. Fuck, my clothes feel so tight right now… But he tried to keep going. “It’s not about my permission , it’s the fact that we’re eight people here with one bathroom and limited hot water! You must have been an only child too dip shit, otherwise, you’d know better than to waste all the water for yourself with such a… Ridiculously fancy bath!”

“Quite the contrary,” Dabi corrected, taking a sip of his wine, “Growing up with three siblings taught me how to survive, and that sometimes , when it comes to important stuff, it’s every man for himself. I really needed a bath to relax after that shit show, so, I made it happen!”

“Oh, because you think you’re the only one who needs to relax?”

“What, did you want to take a shower or something?”

“I did, as a matter of fact!” Tomura yelled with the whiny voice he used with Kurogiri when he was just sixteen, “I’m sorry that this job was stressful for you, but guess what? It was fucking stressful for me too! I was the one in charge of this shit show like you said, remember? I was the one in charge of the plan! The one who had to think about what happens next! What’s our next move? Is there an exit nearby? And I fucking failed! So yeah. I wanted to take a nice warm shower before my up and coming sleepless night during which I will be rethinking about all of my failures! And now? I won’t even get the chance… So thanks a lot, stupid asshole!!!”

“Why don’t you join me then?”

Tomura’s face shut down in shock. What? Surely he had misheard him. Dabi couldn’t have … Surely he wasn’t stupid enough… S hameless enough, to propose such a thing. But the naked young man was looking at him with expecting eyes, clearly waiting for an answer. Tomura stayed silent though, so he let out a deep sigh and repeated his question.

“Why don’t you join me? The bathtub is big enough for the two of us, you’re pretty thin and the water is still pretty hot.”

“You want me to take a bath with you?”

“I don’t want you to take a bath with me,” Dabi lied, “I’m trying to propose a solution that will make you stop screaming at me so I can relax in peace.”

“Well, I’m sorry that my screaming is bothering your little private, alone time …”

“I’m trying to be fucking nice and conciliatory right now, so stop it with that shit …”

“Oh yes, because that would be just like you… Tell me, when did you become so good and charitable?”

“Since you began making such pitiful noises …”

“Oh, so I should be grateful. Is that it?”

“Look, either you get the fuck out or you get the fuck in !”

“Well, maybe I will get in!!!” Tomura practically screamed, “How about that, huh????”

The declaration was followed with the heaviest silence both young men ever had to live through. The meaning of these words slowly made their way up to both of their brains, and a grin appeared on Dabi’s face as the crimson color grew on Tomura’s. Although both of their expressions were very different, the same four words cross their minds.

Oh, fuck it’s happening.

Dabi was already retracting his impossibly long legs to leave room for Tomura, presenting an empty spot with his hand. “Well then…”

Tomura’s brain was working at full speed right now, trying to process how this could possibly be happening. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. Fuck, I’m so fucking weak and stupid. Dabi had done it again, teased him and played with him like a cat plays a mouse until he was riled up and lost all control over his speech and decision making. He wondered if Dabi had got him exactly where he wanted him… No, no that’s not possible. Dabi wouldn’t want to take a bath with me. He hates me and he thinks I’m gross. Yeah, no. I’m sure he was just bluffing and now he expects me to be the one to back off and give up… And maybe I should I… I shouldn’t… Fuck, this is dangerous… But Tomura couldn’t give Dabi the satisfaction of running away with his tail between his legs. He had to stay atop this little game that they were playing right now. So he said: “Fine.” And began to untie his shoes. But he took his time with it, dreading the moment when he’d had to reveal more…

Tomura had never been intimate with anyone. Not in any sense of the word. Even as a child, he always remembered dressing, bathing on his own, without Sensei or Kurogiri helping him out. He wasn’t comfortable with his body or with showing vulnerability. So notions such as intimacy, contact or sex were not exactly foreign to him but … Scary. They were things he had no control over. And as always, things were worse when Dabi was part of the equation. Dabi always made everything worse for Tomura. Things like anxiety, over sensibility, or his … His feelings and needs were always worsened significantly when he was involved. He hated Dabi because he was rude, arrogant and he always mocked him. But he also couldn’t hate Dabi because he was …Well, Dabi. And no matter how hard he tried, no matter how angry it made him, Tomura couldn’t ignore the electric shiver running through him when their shoulders brushed in the hallway, he couldn’t ignore the weird anticipation building up in his stomach whenever he could feel Dabi’s burning eyes running all over his body from the side of the room. And he couldn’t dismiss how good it had felt to have him lying on top of him yesterday. So yeah, Dabi being the first person ever to see him naked like this while being so fucking close was probably the worst thing that could have happened to him. But, his pride was strong and he knew that the humiliation of defeat would have been ten times more painful.

In the still hot water, Dabi was watching Tomura kick off his shoes with incredulous eyes and a slightly agape mouth. Holy fucking shit, it worked??? It’s happening??? It was a weird feeling because Dabi really didn’t think that Tomura would actually do it, he had hoped that he would but … Pfff what, no! Not “hoped”! “Hoped” is a big word … I just thought it would be funny … I was just curious to see how far he’d go … Yeah, that’s it! Pure curiosity born of boredom. He somehow managed to convince himself that, ignoring the fact that he brought two wine glasses with him in the first place.

In front of him, Tomura was finally done with his shoes, when Dabi realized what was coming next, he tried to look as relaxed as possible. But he couldn’t exactly hide the hunger in his eyes when Tomura slowly and hesitantly lifted his black shirt over his head. Oh, fuck yes … Show me what you’ve been hiding so carefully all this time. Fuck, shit calm the fuck down Dabi holy shit. But he couldn’t exactly calm down, not when he finally caught a glimpse of that porcelain skin that looked even more beautiful contrasted with the black clothes. Dabi saw them appearing one by one: the moles, the scars, the scratches and other traces of mutilations that he desperately wanted to touch and maybe even kiss better. Tomura threw his shirt on the ground, and stood sheepishly for a second, trying to hide his embarrassed expression under the blue bangs. Fuck he is so small, Dabi thought, so skinny, but wow okay those are some nice arms and shoulders though … I don’t know if they’re actually broad or if they just look like it because of the tiny waist but, oooof…

But the rest happened very quickly. After standing shirtless, quiet and still for a while; Tomura undid his pants hastily and was even faster when getting rid of his underwear. And despite his best efforts, Dabi couldn’t see anything interesting, before he could even comprehend it, Tomura practically jumped into the water, splashing water all around. Dabi did his best to protect his glass and the candles.

“Jesus fuck creep, what was that?”

But Dabi didn’t stay mad very long because the sight in front of him was pretty comical and, well, kind of cute. Tomura was facing him on the extreme opposite end of the bathtub, his long skinny legs brought tightly against his chest as though he was trying to take as little space as possible to protect himself from Dabi’s eyes as much as he could. He made a point of looking away from the young man facing him, playing with a wild lock of hair.

“There,” he said, “I’m in your stupid bath …”

“You do realize that it wasn’t a challenge right?” Dabi asked, shamelessly spreading his legs out on the space left by Tomura, relaxed. “Believe it or not. I was actually trying to be nice.”

“Yeah right … As if it is always this simple and easy with you …”

Tomura bit his lips, internally cursing at his own phrasing. It wasn’t exactly betraying anything, but it revealed a lot about how he felt about Dabi. The truth was that he wished things were simple and easy with Dabi. He wished that he could just speak with him, no hidden meanings, no weird insinuations. He wished he could comfortably interact with him, without the tugging knot in his stomach, without a blush rising up his cheeks. But Dabi always had to make everything so complicated in his head.

“Well, you’re here now.” Dabi commented, “And is it really that bad? We’re just two bros chilling in bathtub … Only a few inches apart cause we’re …”

“This is another one of your memes, isn’t?”

Dabi went quiet. In fact, they both stayed awfully quiet for a long time. Tomura still retracted in on himself avoiding any visual or physical contact. It was Dabi’s turn to bite his lips. The boy in front of him looked so… fragile. Vulnerable and naked in so many more ways than one. He was used to seeing his boss with that damn dead hand on his face, it always seemed to suffocate him. When he didn’t have it, he could also see the crazy Tomura, the one with manic eyes who laughs as he decays a living human being. But most of the time, he was only facing bratty Tomura, the one who hissed and blushed every time Dabi opened his mouth, and the one who squirmed so...delightfully when Dabi was teasing him hours on end. Pushing all the right buttons. Because yes, that’s exactly what it was. Delightful. These past few weeks, Dabi had been slowly coming to terms with the fact that maybe he didn’t want to make the boy hiss but moan instead… And here he was, fully naked barely a few inches away for him. Looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.

“Look …” Dabi hesitated, “Just relax okay … That’s what you wanted to do, right? Do you want a glass of wine?”

The boy shakes his head slowly, still very intensely focused on the teal walls and now biting his thumb, too nervous to question why Dabi had brought two glasses with him. Fuck, he looks so fucking uncomfortable… I don’t want him to be… I want him to feel good. Dabi could still hear Tomura’s previous rambling about how nerve-wracking these last few days had been for him, and about how he had planned to stay awake all night because of it. Can’t have that.

“Hey… Try to relax your legs a bit at least, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Dabi put his glass to the side and gingerly took hold of Tomura’s ankles under the water, trying to pull the boy's legs toward him to fill up the empty space between them. But the mere contact had Tomura jump, suddenly, the boy was looking at him with wide, panicked eyes, both of his hands carefully yet firmly grasping the sides of the tub.

“Hey, hey, hey … Relax. It’s okay. It’s all good … I just want you to ease your body a little, okay? It’s okay …”

Tomura’s eyes were a little calmer, but for all Dabi knew, he still wasn’t relaxing, moving, speaking, or even breathing. So he kept talking.

“I know how stressful it is … Well no, scratch that, I don’t know how stressful it is to be in your position because I’m not. None of us are, so none of us know how hard it must be for you but … You’re not doing a bad job, okay?”

Tomura wasn’t sure if it was the hot steam and water finally getting to him, or if it was Dabi’s weirdly tender eyes, kind words and gentle grip; but he could feel every muscle in his body relax. Almost against his will. And it was quite surprising. Physical contact had never helped him relax before, on the contrary in fact. It usually was the source of a lot of anxiety and fear, but right now it felt … Good? Maybe? Too soon to tell, but Tomura couldn’t ignore the warmth spreading inside of his chest. What is he doing to me? Slowly, he let Dabi ease his legs in the water, not without some apprehension still on his face.

Dabi hummed in a low voice, pleased by this small, but significant progress. He had always assumed that his voice and presence were bound to annoy Tomura no matter what, but right now, it felt like they were both floating in a surreal, but fragile bubble where they didn’t have to act the way they usually did. So maybe it was okay to keep talking … And to keep touching him.

“I know that this last job was … Not what we thought it would be... It was messy and complicated … But, we made it, and it was all thanks to you. You’re right, you’re the one who has to take charge and make the tough calls for all of us. And you did great, okay? We all came back safe, alive and mostly unharmed. It wasn’t what you wanted it to be, but it was a success nonetheless so don’t forget that, okay?”

Tomura’s grip on the tub got lighter. His eyes were now focused on Dabi, a mixture of curiosity, fear, and something else that Dabi couldn’t quite pinpoint yet, but it still seemed like progress so Dabi kept going. As he kept spreading his legs forward, Tomura allowed himself to sink into the water, until his shoulders were surrounded by the pink lather. Fuck, he looks so beautiful like this … In contrast with the hot water, his pink skin was probably the most blushy it had ever been, as his eyes began to flutter closed. He was still fighting it for some reason, but Tomura was slowly beginning to relax, letting his head fall backward. Revealing the scarred neck that Dabi had been dreaming of weeks now.

“You know what you’re great at? Adaptation. That’s the difference between you and your adversaries. You might not believe me, because you spend your life thinking, planning and strategizing. And you may feel like you’re a failure when things don’t go your way, but, that’s not true. That’s when you rise to the occasion. I know, I’ve watched you.” I’m watching you all the fucking time. I can’t keep my eyes off you, how did you not realize it by now? Dabi kept talking because it seemed to help somehow. But it wasn’t just helping Tomura relax and lose himself a little, it was helping Dabi to stay in control . Feelings are complicated. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know how to deal with his attraction. Not his fault that his flirting always came out under a mask of mockery and insults. Well, except right now. There was something about this bathtub that made them both feel and act weirdly soft and vulnerable right now. Something in the lather, surely.

Tomura’s eyes were now closed, his head thrown back against the edge of the tub, some of his hair dangling out of it. And weirdly enough, he didn’t seem to mind or notice that Dabi was still holding him, his warm hand slowly moving from his ankle up his leg.

“Sometimes, things don’t go as planned,” Dabi continued, “sometimes the situation surprises you. But when that happens, you’re the one surprising us the most. So try to let go a little alright?”

“Hmmm…”

This soft whimper coming out of Tomura’s mouth was a little too much for Dabi to handle, and so that’s when he began to squeeze the boy’s leg. He wanted to massage him, to help him relax even more. He wanted to watch his boss lose himself and drop his guard …

But he had underestimated how high up Tomura’s guard was. Because as soon as Dabi’s hands began to move up, the red eyes flung wide open. Tomura felt something growing in the pit of his stomach but he wasn’t sure if it was the usual fear and anxiety or … Something else. But all of the other options were scary right now, almost as scary as the curious way Dabi was looking at him from across the tub. So he panicked. And dived in.

In front of Dabi’s eyes, Tomura brutally sunk under the water, closing his eyes and pinching his nose like a child. It created waves that splashed all around them, soaking the bathroom floor and even some candles around them. It was so sudden and unexpected that Dabi stayed still with wide eyes for a few seconds before registering what had just happened. Did he just …? Tomura was still lying down underwater, refusing to come up and face Dabi, almost like a child hiding under his sheet.

“Uuuuh … Creep?”

No response. What on earth is he doing? Is it because of what I did? Shit, I knew it was all a bad idea, I should have resisted but fuck he looked so good and … But he could have said no, no need to drown himself!!! What kind of beautiful dumbass…?

Because apparently, Tomura would prefer drowning over confronting his own feelings, Dabi dived forward to grab Tomura’s shoulders and raise him up right into his arms. The boy took a deep breath and coughed quite a bit, blinking wildly before suddenly remembering where he was. Dabi was still holding him, unable of letting go. He had never stood so close to Tomura’s face, never touched him so completely, naked skin against naked skin. And right now, Tomura felt naked in more ways than once, because his messy bangs, that he usually used to hide his fucked up face with, were plastered backward by the water. Scars, cracks, moles, big eyes, dry lips, and skin … All now exposed to Dabi’s burning gaze. And the young man was so entranced by this sight that it took him all the strength in his body to not immediately ravish this face, these lips, and this neck, and to remember that he was a little mad right now.

“What the fuck Tomura??? What the hell was that???”

They both noticed Dabi using his given name for the first time, but they both chose to ignore it, for now at least. But Tomura couldn’t answer Dabi’s question. He had no idea why he had done something as childish and stupid as this, he didn’t even know why he was in this stupid bathtub in the first place. And he certainly didn’t know why Dabi was not laughing at him. That’s what he always did, so why … Why on earth was Dabi being so soft right now? Was he pitying him? Had Tomura made such a fool of himself that even Dabi thought he wasn’t worth laughing at anymore? The thought was strangely alarming and he began to squirm under Dabi’s still strong embrace.

“Hey! Calm down! What’s with you today?” The young man protested, refusing to let go.

“Get off me!!! Let go!! I knew the whole thing was a bad idea!!!”

“Look, I’m sorry I touched you okay I … I just … I won’t do it again, okay? I won’t come near you, but please try to relax, you really need it …”

“How can I relax with you? I can barely breathe when you look at me!”

Tomura hadn’t meant to say that but it was too late now, he was too far gone. There was no going back from this humiliation. If only he would let go of him, so he could run away. Why wouldn’t Dabi let go? Did he enjoy this? Was it a new way of torturing him? That would be just like him …

But Dabi didn’t want to torture Tomura. Well, not like this at least . Between his arms, the boy was barely fighting anymore, he was just trying to avoid his gaze somehow, without his hair or his hands to help cover himself. Fuck … He is so young … Too young to be in such a position, too young to already be in charge of so much. He is too beautiful to already be so broken. Before he could stop himself, Dabi felt his own hands travel up to Tomura’s face and the boy suddenly stopped squirming.

“I realize that I didn’t give you any reason to believe this but … I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to feel bad, not after everything you did these past few days. I just want you to relax, I promise … So why can’t you relax with me?” Did I hurt you too much? Have I pushed you too far?

“You know why …” Tomura whined, with an expression of complete defeat on his face.

And maybe Dabi did. He wasn’t exactly the smartest guy in the league, but he still had eyes. He had noticed the way Tomura looked at him sometimes when they were just the two of them, he could hear his breathing hitching when Dabi came a little too close to his face, and he had definitely felt the way the thin body reacted beneath him the day before. But he had tried to ignore it, telling himself that he only saw what he wanted to see. However, right now … He tentatively traced Tomura’s bottom lips with his thumb, and the red eyes almost fluttered shut for a moment. Oh fuck …

“Hey …” Dabi whispered so as to not startle him. Now gently tracing the scar on his lips, “How about you let me give you a massage or something? I’m pretty good with my hands you know …”

“I… I don’t know about that … I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on mopehead … You really don’t trust me?” Dabi realized that the thought genuinely hurt him, but he did his best to conceal it in his voice. “We’re on the same side you and I remember? You’re my leader and I’m your soldier okay? I … I want to be here! I want to follow you, I believe in you and I trust you!”

“Fuck Dabi don’t you get it?” Tomura breathed out, “It’s not about you. Don’t you know by now that I trust you with my life? Fuck, you saved my life yesterday you dumb shit … You’re reliable, you’re good, you’re … It’s about me, okay? I don’t trust myself under your hands!”

Oh. Ooooooh. OH OKAY…

As the realization hit him, Dabi brought both of his hands to the boy’s bony shoulders, rubbing them a little and earning a delicious shiver in the process.

“It’s okay … For now, I trust you enough for the both of us. Besides, haven’t you realized everything you’ve already accomplished? Come on Tomura … Give yourself some praises or I’ll have to give them to you myself.”

The last sentence confused Tomura quite a bit, but at least he didn’t protest when Dabi carefully maneuvered him to access his back. The water around them still inexplicably hot. Tomura tried to relax a little and to ignore the weird apprehension building in the pit of his stomach. Behind him, Dabi was looking at the white expanse of skin, covered with more scars that he could have possibly imagined. He had always thought that his boss would have some scars under his clothes. Tomura, despite his anxious nature, could also be reckless, fearless even, when the adrenaline got to him. He actually seemed to have a pretty high pain tolerance because Dabi had seen him take some pretty nasty hits and blows, but he always kept going. Still, this was … God, this was a lot. And some of the scars also seemed to be really old. Damn Tomura .... what kind of life did you have? How long have you been doing this?

He began to trace the scars, burning fingers against the icy skin. Tomura shuddered, trying hard to stay calm, trying not to get lost in his own selfish desires. But how was he supposed to stay in control, when Dabi let his hot calloused hands run freely all over his back, massaging his shoulder blades and tracing his spine? Tomura couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched him like this, so fully, so carelessly, so … Eagerly. Yes, Dabi wanted to touch him right now. It didn’t make any sense, but Tomura could feel it, there was something impatient and greedy in his touch. Soon, his back wasn’t enough. Dabi wanted more, his hands went up to the nape of Shigaraki’s neck, then down his arms, hardly pretending to massage him anymore. But Tomura didn’t mind … Dabi could massage, caress him, scratch or pinch him for all he cared, he just needed his touch to feel good. Yes… Yes, he can do whatever he wants with me … I’ll let him … I’ll let him do anything to me …

Dabi was feeling the way his boss relaxed under his hand, hearing the soft whimpering sounds that he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. For a few second, Dabi wondered if this whole thing was a mistake. Tomura was obviously letting go of something right now and that was good but … But feeling him getting undone under his own hands like this …

Dabi was close to letting go too, and once he did, there would be no going back. He had waited far too long for this. He slid his hands to Tomura’s sides, caressing his prominent ribs, and it seemed to be a sensitive spot for him because he let out a surprisingly loud whimper. immediately arching his back to give the curious hands more space to explore. And that’s when Dabi broke. In one swift but needy gesture, he ran both of his hands over Tomura’s chest and stomach and pressed his back against his own torso, immediately burying his face in the graceful neck. Tomura let out another gasp, and his breathing got loud, but he didn’t make any attempt to escape Dabi’s hold. In fact, he actually seemed to relish in the sensation, and it made Dabi smile against his neck.

“D-dabi…” he panted, “Wh-what …”

“Shhhhh …” Dabi whispered directly into his ear, giving him goosebumps, “I’m sorry for being so eager, and I’ll let you go if you don’t want this but… But I want this. I want to touch you because I want you to feel good and … And because I want you. Fuck, you must know that … Can’t you see? Can’t you see me looking at you like… Fuck, I wanna rip your clothes off of you...I wanna …” Dabi interrupted himself, unable to say another word before having a taste of Tomura’s skin. He kissed the sweet hollow place where the neck and shoulder met, the response was immediate. Tomura threw his head back against Dabi’s shoulder exposing as much of his neck as he could, and the young man took the invitation. The soft butterfly kisses didn’t last long, and he began to feverishly suck and lick at the scarred skin.

“Oh fuck … Fuck just keep … Hmmm …” Tomura couldn’t even finish his sentence. It was all so incredibly and delightfully surreal, he was pretty sure he’d already had this exact fantasy quite a few nights before. It took Dabi sinking his teeth in his throat for him to realize that this was actually happening, and even then he wasn’t completely sure.

Dabi’s hands were as restless as his lips, and he ran them all over Tomura’s chest, tracing his collarbone and brushing his nipples with the tip of his finger, just light enough to tease without actually giving anything. Tomura arched his back even more to try to rub his already hot skin against the callous hands, but Dabi still had just enough control to deny him what he craved.

“Fuck. I wish you could see yourself as I see you …” Dabi continued almost as breathless as his boss, “So strong, and clever… Cunning and ruthless … But not with us, no… You’ve been so good to us boss . Let me be good to you …Let me, I’ll … I’ll make you feel so fucking good. I’ve had time you know? So much time to think about the things I’d do to you… Every night since I first met you …”

His hands crawled lower, reaching a surprisingly soft stomach for a boy that seemed to be only made out of bones and angles. He traced shapeless patterns, relishing in the way it made Tomura twitch and whine in his arms. He had reached a sensitive spot, but he knew that he could find something even more sensitive by going lower. And that was exactly what Tomura wanted him to do, because the lower his hand wandered, the more agitated the boy was getting, twisting himself in Dabi’s hold trying to get Dabi’s hands where he needed them. But Dabi denied him again and again, holding him still with one strong arm, as his other was traveling slowly below his navel and then immediately going back up. The needy sounds coming out of Tomura’s mouth were nurturing the burning fire under Dabi’s skin.

“So, will you let me? May I?” Despite having Tomura literally moaning his name in his arms, despite having one out of thousands of his fantasies coming true, Dabi still needed to hear it. He needed confirmation before actually taking him apart. “I want you so fucking badly, okay? Fuck I’ve been touching myself every night imagining you like this … I ha-”

Dabi couldn’t finish his sentence, because Tomura twisted his neck almost completely to clumsily smash his lips against Dabi’s. Everything about it was so needy and inexperienced that Dabi could not help but smile against the other’s mouth. In truth, Dabi was almost upset to realize how aroused he was by what was probably the worst kiss in his history. The position was awkward and Tomura obviously had no idea what he was doing, just pressing and sucking at Dabi’s lips, but he was also making very cute noises. Besides, Dabi could tell it was a really big deal for Tomura, to initiate something like this. It spread some warmth in his chest. So he kissed back with his much more experimented mouth, playing with Tomura just for a little while. He bit his lips, licked his scar, pulled away only to go back, and finally deepened the kiss, which was what Tomura had been trying to do from the very beginning. The boy had no experience but some pretty good instinct, which was even more pleasant somehow… Or maybe, Dabi was just way too intoxicated by him. That was another possibility.

He grabbed Tomura’s chin to keep him in place, but it didn’t help much, he was too responsive and the angle was to weird. So Dabi had waited to kiss Tomura for a very long time, and no matter how good it was right now, Dabi knew it could be even better lying naked on a bed. Still teasing Tomura’s tongue with his own, he wondered if he’d be strong and patient enough to wait until they got to the bedroom before taking the other apart at least once. He bit Tomura’s lower lip as he rubbed one of his nipples, and the wail that escaped Tomura was Dabi’s answer.

I need to touch him right fucking now.

He broke the kiss and smiled when Tomura tried to follow his lips. The boy was already a mess in his arms, and Dabi hadn’t even began to play yet. The simple thought of the things he’d get to do to him, oh so very soon, gave him a jolt of pleasure. Tomura was completely limp, and he let his head fall back against Dabi’s shoulder, rubbing his face in the crook of his neck.

“Fuck … Why … Why did you stop, why the fuck did you stop, oh my god why …”

There was something adorably bratty and pouty about his rambling, but also something awfully anxious and insecure. Why did he stop? Does he regret this? I know I’m not very good, I know I’m not doing this right. But I … I thought that he …

“You’re doing amazing,” Dabi interrupted as if he was reading his mind, “You’re so fucking good for me, so pretty, so soft and eager … But I’m eager too, and if I don’t touch you right now I’m gonna go insane. Can I?”

“Y-yes, please … Oh my god, touch me I’ve been … I’ve wanted you for so long … Please touch me Dabi …”

“Fuck that’s so hot … You’re so fucking hot … So good for me …”

That was all the confirmation he needed. Because he couldn’t help himself, one last time, on his way down, he teased Tomura’s nipples and caressed his stomach and navel. After that, his hand kept going and he finally took a hold of Tomura’s now throbbing dick. The boy let out a loud gasp, and Dabi covered his neck with kisses to calm him down. It backfired horribly, only making Tomura squirm some more under Dabi’s hold.

“Dabi …”

“Yes say my name … Say my name while I take care of you …”

Under the water, Dabi began to move his hand slowly, with such a light grip that it was more a caress than a jerk. He kept going like this for a while, barely increasing the speed. He did it that way because he didn’t want to rush things … Well, and also because he actually wanted to torment Tomura a little before giving him what he wanted. It wasn’t his fault if the boy looked so fucking desirable like this, with his flushed skin and messy hair, he only wanted to enjoy the view a little more. But Tomura was almost completely overwhelmed right now, wanting, no, needing more …

“You tease …” he panted between two moans, “Fuck, you dirty little tease … J-just do it right already … Oh, fuck …”

“ Do it right? ” Dabi chuckled, “what do you know about doing it right ? I don’t like to assume things, but you don’t strike as someone who’s … Experimented with this. What comparison do you have?”

“I touch myself a lot …”

The bluntness and honesty of the answer got Dabi shaking and he increased the pressure and the pace almost against his will.

“Of course you do …” Dabi whispered, kissing Tomura from his shoulder all the way up to his ear, “And … And who do you think about then , huh? Tell me …”

“Y-you! Oh fuck … I only think of you … I think about you all the fucking time … And … And Hmmm … Sometimes I imagine things … Things you’d do to me …”

“Things like what I’m doing to you right now?”

“Y-yes! I was … I was going to do it tonight as well … At some point …”

“Well good thing I’m doing it now for you then … You’ve been so busy lately … So serious … God, I should have done that long ago …”

As he spoke, Dabi began to tease the head of Tomura’s cock with his thumb. He synchronized it with a bite to the neck, and Tomura’s thighs and abdomen began to tremble.

“Oh fuck … Oh fuck Dabi … Dabi, Dabi, Dabi, Dabi, Dabi …”

Dabi. It was the only thing that Tomura was capable of saying, of thinking, of even conceiving right now. Like a rock to hold onto in the middle of a storm. He was feeling so much right now, it felt like his entire being was on fire and maybe it was, everything was possible with Dabi involved. There was still a part of his brain that wasn’t entirely convinced that this wasn’t just a very vivid wet dream, but he shut it down. He shut down every part of him that wasn’t completely crazy about Dabi right now. And the young man made it so easy for him, completely blurring Tomura’s thoughts with relentless hands, diligent fingers and warm mouth… Even though he had been touching him for less than an hour, it felt like Dabi already knew his entire body by heart, like he knew every weak spot and which buttons to push. It made his head even dizzier thinking that Dabi had already mapped him out so completely. He was so fucking close… The pressure kept building in the pit of this stomach, he just needed a little more. But… But he also loved feeling Dabi dragging it and denying him his release a little longer. It was agonizing in the best way possible.

Behind him, although he was doing a better job at concealing it, Dabi was getting needier and more impatient himself. He wasn’t actually aching for his own release as much as he was aching for Tomura’s. The boy was just so pretty, so hot like this… A moaning, blushing shivering mess. Falling apart in his arms and under his touch. And he had been imagining this for so long, fantasizing about this control freak finally letting go and abandoning himself to pleasure. His hand quickened the pace on Tomura’s dick, and the boy straight up jerked as if he had been electrocuted, or burned. He was shamelessly whining by now and Dabi had never heard anything as sexual in his entire life. He is so open...So vulnerable… I’m doing this… I’m the one making him feel so good… I’m the one flushing his skin and leaving all these purple marks on his neck… Because he lets me touch him…No, he wants me to touch him… FUCK… This simple realization is enough for him to squeeze some more on Tomura’s cock. His partner was so fucking close right now Dabi could practically feel it.

“You’re so good” Dabi whispered huskily into his ear, “So pretty… Such a good boy for me Tomura… Letting me do all these things to you… Will you let me do some more? Will you let me play with you again? You have no idea how good I can make you feel baby this is is nothing… And I… I want to be the only one allowed to ever touch you like this. ”

These words, combined with the staples rubbing against his dick and with the teeth digging in his exposed collarbone… All of this sent Tomura over the edge. He cried Dabi’s name and curled his toes as his orgasm hit him, his body still completely arched into the rough hands. Dabi barely felt the cum underwater, but he felt the rest… Tomura’s body suddenly tensing before immediately going limp, almost liquid in his arms…. He heard how his respiration, choked and stopped for a few seconds before eventually letting out a gasp… And when Tomura laid his head back against Dabi’s shoulder, he even saw the pure bliss on the blushing face. With closed eyes and a beatific smile, his features were completely relaxed, and so was the small body. Dabi still had to hold him tight to keep him together. Not that he was planning to let go anyway. He had no idea that it was possible to feel this amazing, just by watching someone else feel good. As Tomura’s breathing regulated itself, he covered the wet blue hair with kisses, from the temple to the top of the head. He only stopped to whisper some praises in the boy’s ears every once in the while.

“Good… You did so good baby… It’s okay come back to me now… I’m right here with you pretty boy… God, you were so amazing… Fuck, I love how sensitive you get …”

All the soft and satisfied noises escaping Tomura’s mouth were reminding Dabi that his own dick was still painfully hard, but he didn’t mind. This…This whole thing, what they just did, was never about him, it was all about Tomura. It was about making him feel good. I can wait a little longer. He has already given me so much …

Tomura slowly became aware of where he was and with whom. For a few seconds, panic and anxiety grew inside of him, but before any of these negative feelings had the time to settle in, he felt Dabi’s lips on his ear and he heard all of his words. Everything was warm… The words, the water, Dabi’s chest, and arms. Tomura never wanted to move from there, he just had to stay like this forever, between Dabi’s legs, head against his shoulder. Dabi kept kissing the side of his head, slowly moving in closer and closer to his lips. Even in the state, he was in, the boy took the hint and hastily twisted his head to welcome the hungry mouth.

“You look good when you’re wet …” Dabi smiled and whispered against the pale skin, almost making Tomura choke, “Especially the hair… And I also get to see more of your pretty face …”

Tomura buried his red face in the crook of Dabi’s neck. Even after everything he had just done to him, it was still completely surreal to see the other act like this, so soft, so caring and almost so... Loving . Such a big and scary word. A foreign, almost alien concept for this young man who only knew “respect”, “fear” and “pride”. Dabi drawing some shapeless patterns on his chest with one hand and caressing his hair with the other.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“ Yes …” Tomura answered with a soft sight, leaning a little more into Dabi’s embrace, “But, hm, did…Did you like it? I-I know I didn’t do much, I don’t … I don’t know how this… How to …”

“What did I just tell you? Adaptation and improvisation...You’re never more powerful and or sexy, more so than when you are confronted with something unplanned. So fuck yeah, I loved it . I love seeing you like this...And I want to see you like this every day.”

There was something almost a little insecure in that last sentence, it made Tomura smile because, how on earth could Dabi not realize how infatuated he was with him? And I thought I was so obvious… And I thought… I thought he hated me …

“But I don’t …” Tomura continued still panting, “I don’t understand why… And how… I mean if you wanted this and I wanted this why the fuck did we waste so much time? Why the fuck did we continue to argue for months when we could have been doing this the entire time???”

Tomura sounded genuinely distressed and upset by the idea that they had wasted time to get together, and it was doing weird things to Dabi’s heart.

“Well. The fighting wasn’t all bad, was it? I quite liked watching you blush and squirm with my words …”

“Yeah, but I could have blushed and squirmed under your touch…”

“God, you’re right ... We better catch up then…”

The bath was almost completely emptied at this point, all of their surroundings, including the clothes and candles, were soaked and covered in lather. When they left the tub, Dabi immediately grabbed the towel that Tomura had brought in and proceeded to dry himself.

“Hey! What the fuck, that’s mine!” Tomura whined, naked, soaked and already shivering, “You should have brought one for…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence because in one swift movement, Dabi threw the towel around Tomura’s body and yanked, pulling him against his chest and wrapping the towel around them. The boy found himself nose against the staples of Dabi’s collarbone, and he became even more aware of Dabi’s arousal than he previously was. When he lifted his eyes, it felt like two blue flames were staring back and setting him on fire all over again. It was a good thing that Dabi kept him so close because he felt his knees tremble.

“We can share...” Dabi purred, “Besides, my quirk keeps me warm… You don’t even need a towel Tomura I can dry you off all by myself…”

“R-really?”

“I’d be happy to demonstrate… I can keep you warm as long as you need, I’d just have to lie on top of you forever...”

“Hmmm… Keeping me warm, huh? Would that be the only thing you’d do to me?” Seeing Dabi so aroused gave Tomura a confidence boost and he felt like flirting a little. “Because if that’s the only thing you’d do to me, I might as well take another bath just like this one…”

Dabi chuckled and delicately grab Tomura’s chin to press a soft, wet kiss against his lips. And he gave him another, and another, and another… Before whispering, “And who do you think made that water so hot in the first place?”

Dabi was doing wonderful things with his tongue so Tomura didn’t catch that right away. But once he processed that sentence, he pulled away, frowning in confusion. “Wait, what?”

Dabi was kissing down his neck, so it was difficult for Tomura to actually move away from him. When he tried to take a step back, Dabi used the towel to bring him back even closer. “Hold on Dabi, are you… Are you implying… Are you saying that you used cold water and heated it up yourself?”

“I love that you can be so smart and yet so clueless at the same time…” He brought one of his hand to Tomura’s nape, tangling it in the hair and pressing his neck against his mouth. “I’m like a human heater, you can literally use me to heat up anything you want. Food, coffee, water… Beds.” He concluded with a bite and Tomura threw his arms against his shoulders almost against his will and with a loud moan. Dabi’s still hard cock was rubbing against his own member, and he could already feel it come to life again, not even fifteen minutes after his previous orgasm. Damn you Dabi …

“B-but … But then why… Why did you… Why did we…”

“Baby, isn’t it obvious? I wanted to see you naked… ”

It vaguely occurred to Tomura that he should be at least a little mad for being tricked so easily, but he honestly didn’t care. Not when he was feeling Dabi all over him. He still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. That it had happened, and that it was about to happen again. Probably quite a few times considering they had this night and the next day off …

“Dabi I still…” It was hard to speak with Dabi’s hand creeping down to grab his ass, “I still need to work… To plan for …”

“I’ll help you…”

“Dabi please I’m serious…”

“I’m serious too,” Dabi promised, pulling back from Tomura’s neck to look at him, “Okay, here’s what I’m suggesting. Tonight, no work. I forbid it okay? Tonight, you and I just go back to my room and we have some fun. You don’t think about the mission, our job, your teacher or anything like that. I won’t let you anyway… Trust me, I’ll make sure to be the only thing on your mind for the entire night .” He took a hold of Tomura’s face, making him bite his lips and close his eyes. “And Tomura, I’ll help you. We’ll work together but in a good way… We’ll stay in bed, we won’t even get dressed... But, we will work I promise. I know I’m not the brightest guy in the league, but I’m street smart you know? I have good instincts, and I know how people work. So I think I can give you some feedback and be a good listener… And if we work well, maybe we’ll have some play-time as a reward… What do you say?”

It took a lot from Tomura to not just smash his lips against Dabi’s right now. But even though he had never been so aroused in his entire life, and even though he wanted nothing more than for Dabi to lock him up in his room for the entire night, he still needed to think about this properly. At least for a few minutes. He had always been used to working and doing things alone, Sensei had always made sure of that. He wanted Tomura to be independent and able to work alone. But… But, Tomura wasn’t alone anymore. He was surrounded by people, people who followed him, yes, but also worked with him and were ready to help him. So maybe it was time let go of his old habit and adapt and improvise , especially since he was so good at it.

“Yeah, we can do that,” he said pressing his forehead against Dabi’s. “but you know... If I get too agitated… And if I still try to work tonight… Maybe, you should tie me up to your bed…? ”

Dabi let out a deep growl and suddenly grinned down on Tomura. It was so good that the boy felt his legs giving up, but Dabi immediately picked up on that and quite literally carried him out of the bathroom. Right before kissing him, Dabi whispered “Damn, kitten you’re so smart… I wonder if I can fuck you stupid …”

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