Lately, I had entirely too much time alone with my own thoughts. Since being kept in this room, I had no one to interact with, and I found myself growing exceedingly restless. When I let my mind wander, all sorts of horrific possibilities crept into my imagination. I could only handle so much of my own company.

I stopped pacing and pounded on the door. One of the guards opened it just a crack, peering in at me. "What?"

"I need to talk to Shigaraki."

He shut the door, and I resumed my pacing. What felt like hours later, but was probably only twenty minutes, the door opened again. Dabi came in, followed by Shigaraki.

Shigaraki glared at me. "Is there a problem, Rogue?"

I started pacing again. "When I came here, I trusted you to hold up your end of the deal."

"And I have."

I shook my head. "I need proof. I need to see that those kids are safe."

He tilted his head to one side. "That's all?"

Should I have demanded more? "And… I want a radio."

"Very well." With that, he turned and strode out of the room. I let out a breath, already feeling slightly better.

Dabi gave me a look I couldn't decipher. "You're an odd one," he said, before he followed the other man out.

"I take that as a compliment," I called after him.

Alone again, I tried to fill the time. I played a few games of solitaire. I did some pushups and squats, then visited the bathroom down the hall to shower and change clothes. It was a little unnerving with a guard waiting right outside the door, but I figured I should get used to it.

Back in my room, I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. Napping was always an option. It wasn't the most productive use of my time, but it might be wise to conserve my energy. I kicked off my shoes.

Some time later, I felt a weight across my hips. My eyes shot open. Dabi loomed over me.

Panic shot through my body. "What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing's wrong. Calm down." He was straddling my hips, so I couldn't budge. I noticed he had a pair of handcuffs in one hand.

I tried to slow my racing thoughts. The cuffs looked like the quirk-repressing type that the police used. "Are you guys leaving again?" I prayed that wasn't the case; I couldn't bear another migraine.

"No." He was looking me over, not just my face. Finally he spoke. "I was thinking about what you said."

I wasn't sure precisely which part he meant, but I had a guess where this might be headed. The nervousness in my stomach began to turn into something else.

When he spoke again, his tone was harsh. "If you think that letting me screw you will gain the League's trust, then you're mistaken."

He thought I was trying to use him. "No, of course not."

"If you're hoping I'll let my guard down," he said flatly, "won't happen."

"No," I said again, holding his gaze.

Dabi snapped a cuff around my left wrist. Then he stopped. "If you think you have to cooperate, because I'll take you either way, then you're dead wrong. Got it?"

I nodded, my throat dry.

He pulled my left arm up by the chain on the cuffs, and looped it through the metal slats of the headboard. He wasn't being careful about avoiding my skin. I raised my right arm so he could cuff my wrists together. Then he sat back and looked down at me. "What do you want?"

The question took me by surprise. I said the first thing that came to mind. "Let me see you."

He pulled his tattered shirt off over his head. The grafts continued down his chest and under one arm, with another patch over part of his stomach. He was still watching me, gauging my reaction. When I met his eyes again, he sneered at me. "Aren't you disgusted?"

"No." I had to swallow hard to find my voice. "You're gorgeous."

His hand shot out and grabbed my jaw, squeezing harshly. "If you really believe that, then you're more fucked up than I thought."

"Could be."

His fingers gripped my chin, forcing my mouth open. His head tipped back a little, his eyes half-shut. He ran his thumb across my lips, and I let my tongue flick out, an invitation.

Then he brought his mouth crashing down against mine. He was rough, exactly how I'd hoped, and there was a faint smoky taste to him. I moaned as his tongue dipped into my mouth. His staples caught against my skin, and I jerked back at the sting.

He sat back. "Had enough yet?" he asked, his voice ragged.

"No," I gasped. "Don't stop."

He slipped one hand under my shirt, pushing the fabric up to run his fingers over my stomach. His touch made my breath hitch. He chuckled coldly. "I see; you're touch-starved. Makes sense."

I couldn't argue there. Maybe I ought to be embarrassed, but he was clearly enjoying his effect on me.

He pushed my shirt up higher, exposing my bra. As he kissed me again, he ran his hands over my breasts, kneading me through the cups. When he stopped, I whimpered as the loss of contact, but he was only moving down to skim his tongue along the top of my bra. I arched up against him, seeking more. He licked and teased my exposed skin, leaving me panting and needy. "Dabi, please touch me," I begged.

He reached around my back and unhooked the clasp on my bra, then shoved the cups out of the way. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, while he pinched and rolled the other with his fingers. I squirmed and moaned as he worked me over. "You're so desperate," he teased, his breath hot on my damp skin. "How long has it been?"

"Too long," was all I could say. I shut my eyes, losing myself to the sensations.

He slotted his leg between mine, rubbing against me. I could feel his hardness through our clothes. "Open your eyes," he demanded. "Look at me."

I met his eyes, then let myself appreciate the view of his heaving shoulders, the flexing of his arms. A trickle of sweat ran down the pale skin on his chest.

He ran his fingers under the waistband of my jeans. "You want more?"

"God yes," I gasped. He quickly unfastened my jeans, and proceeded to yank them down, along with my underwear, discarding them somewhere on the floor. I braced myself for him to be on top of me again the next instant, but he wasn't. The air felt cold on my bare legs. I craned my neck, looking for him.

Dabi was crouched on the bottom of the bed, his eyes taking me in. I felt suddenly vulnerable, and I turned one knee in to cover myself. With a wicked grin, he grabbed my leg and shoved it open against the bed, then crouched down, bringing his mouth to my thigh. I trembled as he sucked and bit his way up the tender skin, slowly working his way higher. Then he switched to the other side, teasing me.

"So needy." His breath was warm against my thigh, the skin wet from his mouth.

"Please," I begged, all rational thoughts gone.

His fingers slid inside me, bringing a ragged moan from my throat. My arms jerked against the cuffs. He sneered down at me as he slowly pulled back, watching my body arch toward him as he pressed in again. Soon his mouth joined his hand. As he sucked at me, I could hear the wet sounds from the lazy rhythm of his fingers. His free hand trailed over my body, keeping every part of me alive with pleasure until I was writhing beneath him. As his tongue swirled over my clit I let out another cry of pleasure, and when he moaned, I felt it to my core.

Even after his mouth left me, his fingers continued to stroke, until my hips bucked up to meet his every movement. He gave an appreciative hum. "Should I make you beg? How badly do you want it?"

When he pulled his fingers away, I cried out. Every nerve in my body ached for him. "Dabi, please, fuck me already!"

He unfastened his own pants and pushed them down over his hips. Then he was gliding into me, a low groan on his lips. For a moment he remained still. He was looking down at me with something like contempt, except his eyes were glazed, and his mouth hung slightly open. Then he started to move. I had already been near the brink, but now he was hitting places his fingers could not.

I wanted to touch him. With my hands still bound, I ran my legs over his body. He had not bothered to take his pants off entirely, but I could still touch him in places I could not see. As his hips pumped, I traced my feet up over the curve of his ass, mapping out the patches of skin. The rocking and squeaking of the bed frame grew steadily louder, and I briefly wondered who might be around to hear us.

He paused to raise one of my legs over his shoulder. This new angle allowed him to go even deeper, and any coherent thoughts I still had were quickly gone. Sometimes he let out a soft grunt or a whispered obscenity, which only drove me wilder.

Soon the familiar heat started to tighten within me. "I'm close, Dabi," I gasped. "I'm so close." He kept up his pace as my legs began to shake. "Yes, yes, yes," I whispered over and over. Finally I came, hard, my whole body quivering. He kept thrusting as my vision blurred. I tightened my legs around him, urging him on even as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. Soon his rhythm began to falter, his body slapping against mine loudly. He let out a desperate sound. His arms were trembling. I felt him release with a deep moan as his entire body tightened and shook.

The sound of our breathing filled the quiet room. Dabi's head hung down, his hair tickling my neck. I let myself savor the warm, pleasant haze. Then he slipped away. I shivered as the cool air replaced the heat of his body. I could hear him pulling his pants back up, zipping them. I was still cuffed to the headboard.

After a moment I raised my head. He was standing beside the bed, studying me. I was completely exposed, my shirt and bra pushed up around my neck, my pants on the floor somewhere. I suddenly felt shy under his intense gaze. Finally he moved to unlock the cuffs. After he freed me, he turned his back to me, offering some semblance of privacy. He scooped up my jeans and tossed them my direction, then went to sit at the foot of the bed, facing away.

I got up slowly, my neck and shoulders protesting. I fixed my bra and pulled my shirt down. There were rows of tiny cuts on my thighs and stomach from Dabi's staples, but the bleeding had already stopped. My legs were shaky as I stood to pull up my jeans. Since we had neglected to use a condom, things were messy, but I could deal with that later.

Based on what little I knew about Dabi, I was guessing he would try to push me away now. Guys like him did not like to show weakness. He was still sitting with his back to me, without a shirt. I could see a few places where blood trickled from his grafts, and I wondered if I had hurt him. He pulled out a cigarette, then produced a small blue flame with his finger to light it. Something about that action made me smile.

I sat down beside him at the end of the bed and took hold of his wrist. I pulled his hand toward my mouth to take a drag off his cigarette. The anxious look on his face almost made me laugh. I turned my face away to hide my grin as I breathed out the smoke. After everything we had just done, he actually seemed nervous around me. It was adorable.

"You were incredible," I told him. "We should do this again sometime."

He sucked in another lungful. "Doesn't change anything."

"I'm aware." I ran my fingers across the graft on his upper back. "No matter, I enjoyed it."

"I could tell." He was trying to play it cool, unaffected.

"So did you," I kissed his scarred shoulder, "I could tell."

He took another deep puff, then passed the cigarette to me. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and pulled it back on. I closed my eyes as I took a slow inhale, only to find him watching me with a tense expression.

I laughed. "Dabi, relax! We're both adults, can't we just have a good time?" I offered the cigarette back to him.

With that, it seemed like some of the hostility went out of him. He smirked as he took another drag. "I can't believe you want another go." He was trying to sound condescending, but I felt some vulnerability behind his words.

I traced my hand over his shoulder. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Oh, almost forgot. I brought you something." He gestured to the dresser against the wall. On top of it sat a rectangular, silver object that hadn't been there earlier.

My mouth fell open. "You actually found me a radio?"

"Didn't think it was optional." He almost smiled.

"Thank you!" I hugged him around the neck. It may have been a small gesture, but it was an excellent start.