Part One
Dabi stared dismally out the small window of the warehouse, watching the rain slide across the grime-covered glass as he toyed idly with his drink.
The new safe house for the League of Villains was much larger than Kurogiri's Bar, but it lacked any of the warmth or comfort that had came with the old meeting place, the cement floors and iron walls of the old warehouse were really nothing more than storage, and no one had bothered to do more than the most basic of renovations to make it inhabitable.
Dabi was slouched sideways across a single armchair, whiskey glass held lazily in his hand and serving as his only real entertainment for the day.
Gods was he bored.
He couldn't even go out into the city to find his usual fun. Kurogiri was off somewhere doing something Dabi supposed was important, and there was no way he was going out in the rain.
His eyes wandered away from the static view of the window and landed on the lounge to his right.
Hunched over, eyes fixed to the screen in front of them, Tomura Shigaraki twitched his fingers rhythmically over the control in his hand with his little fingers extended on each side, his lips moving silently as he played the game, deep in concentration.
Dabi stared at the mess of a boy, taking in his oversized hoodie and bare feet. His light blue hair was matted over his face, and Dabi wondered how he could see through such an untidy mop. Then again, the kid got around with a severed hand over his face most of the time, so he supposed he managed somehow.
A smirk split over his patchwork face and he tilted his head slightly. Here was an easy target to cure his boredom.
After joining the league, Dabi had discovered that teasing his boss was the most fun he'd had in years without using his quirk. Tomura was easy to rile up, and Dabi loved watching him try to master his emotions and try to act un-fazed. In fact, if he could manage to flush Tomura's face red and activate his excoriation disorder then it was time well spent in his books.
"Hey," he said, placing his glass down and shifting slightly so he could see Tomura's face, "Hey, Mophead."
Tomura's expression remained unchanged as he focused on his game.
Dabi stretched over to the table next to him and selected a handful of pistachio shells for his ammunition.
His first shot missed, flying wide and bouncing pathetically off the stone wall.
A second shell was fired, this time landing on Tomura's bare foot, which barely so much as curled at the impact.
Dabi narrowed his eyes, smirking. Even if Tomura was too focused to hear him, there was no way he could ignore him forever.
A third shell was aimed at the screen that captured Tomura's attention. Then a fourth.
The fifth shell bounced off the side of his face.
"Do that again," Tomura said quietly without moving his head, "and I will personally see to it that you loose your hands."
Dabi grinned in success.
"What's got you in such a bad mood?" he asked innocently.
"I'm concentrating." Tomura replied, his hands jerking slightly as he dodged something on screen.
"Is the game really that hard?" he snickered, "maybe you should try a lower difficulty."
Tomura clenched the controller, trying to block out Dabi's voice.
Dabi sighed, rolling out of his chair and striding over to plop himself down on the lounge next to his boss.
"You look stressed, Boss. I thought games were supposed to be relaxing."
"I am relaxed." Tomura ground out from between clenched teeth.
Dabi took in his tensed shoulders and rigid back and an idea sprang to his mind. An awful, wonderful idea.
"I could help you unwind if you want," he said casually, stretching out on the lounge so he was taking up almost all the room.
"You could help me by leaving me alone," Tomura snapped.
Dabi fell silent for a moment, his eyes moving from Tomura's face to the screen and back until the time was right to strike.
"A good, hard fuck is what you need," he threw out casually right as Tomura attempted something on screen, and it had the exact effect he was looking for.
Long fingers clenched in anger and shock, wrapping around the controller, causing it to disintegrate and crumble from beneath the holders hands.
The room dimmed slightly as the screen turned black, flashing red words of defeat as though joining in with the mocking.
"Now look what you made me do," Tomura whispered venomously, his hands still clutching the air, "Why would you do that? Do you have any idea how pissed off you're making me right now?"
His voice became louder with each word.
"What the FUCK is your problem? How the FUCK am I supposed to finish my game now?"
"I'm sure Kurogiri will bring you a new controller if you ask nicely," Dabi replied, his face plastered with a shit-eating grin.
"And what am I supposed to do until he returns?" Tomura's hands moved to his neck and began scraping absently against his skin.
"I already made a suggestion," Dabi shrugged.
Tomura gave him such a dead-pan look that he was sure the boy would simply walk out of the room and leave him alone, so he quickly added, "Or, we could play a different game,"
Tomura's fingers paused and he cocked his head at the words.
"What sort of game?" he asked slowly.
Dabi reached down, selecting an empty glass bottle and holding it up.
"Ever play Spin-The-Bottle?" he asked innocently, trying to keep his expression neutral.
Tomura shook his head slowly, watching the glass bottle in Dabi's hands with curiosity.
Dabi had counted on this. He didn't know much about Tomura's past, but it was pretty clear that he lacked experience in social situations, and there was very little chance he'd ever played silly drinking games.
"Great," Dabi grinned, sliding over to the end of the lounge and turning to face Tomura, "It's a very simple game, but it might still take you a few goes to nail it if you're new."
Dabi lay the bottle down on the cushion in between them, wondering how far he could get with this before Tomura clued on.
"All you need to do is sit in a circle," he drew a vague circle in the air connecting the two of them, "And spin the bottle, then whoever spins the bottle has to kiss the person it's pointing to when it stops."
"This isn't a game," Tomura said, glaring at him.
"Sure it is," Dabi smiled.
"There are only two of us," Tomura replied slowly, and Dabi could see him working his way towards the conclusion.
"Well if you're too scared to play…" Dabi feigned turning away until Tomura reached out, grasping the bottle with three fingers.
This was too easy.
Tomura sent the bottle spinning in its place and leaned in close, his head hanging directly over the top of the bottle as he watched it twirl rapidly. Dabi leaned in with him and waited.
The bottle slowed. It's top circled past Dabi once. Twice. Then settled directly facing him.
"Now what?" Tomura frowned, looking up to find a smirking Dabi leaning close to his face.
A red flush bloomed quickly over his features as he realised the ridiculous trick.
"You're such an asshole," he sneered, making to leave.
"Don't be such a coward, Mophead, It's only a game!" Dabi laughed, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to the lounge.
Three fingers wrapped tightly around the arm that held Tomura down, "Let me go now, or you loose the arm."
Dabi froze for a moment, pondering his next move.
He had only seen Tomura use his quirk on other people a few times, and he wasn't displaying the anger or cold calculation that usually came with his actions.
Instead, Tomura actually sounded confused, as though he had lost his footing, and the blush had settled deeply in his cheeks.
He was flustered.
"No." Dabi said smugly, taking in the sight of a powerless Tomura with relish. He wasn't surprised to find his own heart picking up pace, or the warmth that was pooling in his abdomen in anticipation.
"No?" Tomura's head swung around, "You're telling me you want to die?"
"I want you to finish the game," he replied.
"Let. Me. Go."
Dabi wasn't fooled by the bluff. His grip wasn't hard, Tomura could have easily slipped his hold and walked away. Instead he was frozen in his seat, trying to maintain eye contact and win his own game wills.
He leaned in close and whispered. "Kiss me."
They stared at each other for a moment, saying nothing. Then, with a movement so sudden Dabi almost jerked his hand away, Tomura dashed forward and planted his lips against Dabi's, barely brushing him before pulling back, looking mortified at his own actions.
"What was that?" Dabi asked, biting his lip to dull the warm tingle that echoed there, "Is that what you call a kiss?"
Tomura didn't reply. He didn't seem to be able to move at all.
"You really suck at this game, you know that?" Dabi laughed, taking a sip of his whiskey before grabbing the bottle and spinning it.
"Wha-" Tomura barely had time to register the spinning bottle and what it meant before Dabi leaned over him, ducking down and capturing his scarred lips.
A strangled moan caught in the pale boys throat as Dabi moved his lips gently, teasing and nudging. That sound was all he needed to get him going. Releasing Tomura's arm, he reached up and slipped his hands into the tangled mass of blue hair, pushing him harder into the kiss.
Tomura gasped and Dabi took his chance, thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth with a groan. He's tongue found Tomura's and stroked until, hesitantly, he began to respond, mimicking Dabi's movements until they were both breathing deeply, fighting for dominance.
By the time they surfaced for air, Dabi was practically laying on top of a panting Tomura, who seemed dazed.
"That's more like it," Dabi grinned, "Who would have thought a good snog was all it took to render our great leader speechless."
"Fuck you," Tomura hissed, "I'll-"
Dabi cut him short with another forceful kiss, grinding his hips into him for good measure. His pants were now uncomfortably tight, and with Tomura splayed out beneath him, he could clearly feel the affect they were having on each other.
"If that's what you want," he whispered, breaking away from him and rubbing his hardening cock against Tomura's own erection, eliciting a small, desperate moan from him.
"I don't think this is part of the game," Tomura gasped, his hips lifting up slightly in search of more contact.
"Neither's that noise you just made, Boss," Dabi replied, "Clearly we both hate following the rules."
This comment earned a snort of laughter from Tomura, which promptly turned into a cry of pleasure when Dabi slipped his hand between them gripped his length through the fabric of his pants.
"So, is this what you want?" Dabi teased, watching with glee as Tomura's head fell back and his eyes rolled upwards each time he palmed his cock.
"I- ahh," Tomura struggled to get a word out, his hips thrusting up shamelessly.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Dabi smiled, slipping under the elastic of his trousers and wrapping his hand around Tomura's hardened length.
The flesh on flesh contact caused his proverbial victim to cry out shock and Dabi couldn't resist capturing his lips again, swallowing the whimpers and moans that came with each snap of his wrist greedily, his own need growing stronger with each delicious noise he forced from Tomura's throat.
Continuing his attentions on Tomura's cock, Dabi ended the kiss and placed a trail of nips and licks up his throat, stopping at his ear to whisper, "Do you want more?"
Tomura's flushed face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
"You... Know I do," he gasped out softly, and Dabi was impressed with how angry he managed to sound while being jerked off.
"You'll have to be a little more specific," Dabi pushed, enjoying his position of power and watching Tomura's face grow more desperate.
"I want..." Tomura's voice wavered, "Ahh! I want you fuck me god dammit!"
Dabi's heart leapt at his victory.
"Good, now wait here," He rolled off Tomura easily and stood up.
"What?" Tomura pushed himself from the couch slightly, looking thoroughly confused through his arousal.
"You heard me. Wait here. And strip."
"Strip?" Tomura repeated his orders, glaring at him angrily.
Dabi rolled his eyes and dashed out of the room. It only took him a few moments to locate the lube he had left in a box by his other equipment, but he lingered at the door to the lounge area, watching from the shadows to see if Tomura would come to his senses and flee.
If he didn't, Dabi was going to fuck him senseless.