"Why do you only ever call me when you're fuckin' high, Touya?"

Dabi couldn't blame Tsuyoi for asking the question. He didn't go see her high usually, worried he would say something fucking stupid to her face he couldn't blow off later. But she had been friends with him since he was freshly fucking fried and she knew why he got high. Didn't shove the pills in his face or the way he got when he took too many because those fucked up grafts hurt so bad he couldn't walk without them. After saying something stupid like he just had, 'Since you're awake you should let me come over and rail you,' he couldn't blame her for being upset.

Couldn't blame her for the sound of sobs that she was trying to hide over the phone. "What's the matter, baby," he asked, voice a little slurred.

"It's three in the morning, Dabi, what do you want," she snapped, a little gasp in her voice as she managed to stifle her cries. "What?"

He let his head tilt back against the wall. "Sushi?"

"At three AM?" He could hear the sounds of something moving around in the background. "What fucking sushi place is open? I'm not breaking into a goddamn sushi place because you want some you fucking bacon bit. Wait until noon."

"Jesus, I'm just hungry."

"Where are you, I'll send you food if you will just shut up and leave me alone until at least noon. I just got to sleep an hour ago."

Dabi winced, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "You're not gonna like the answer," he said, a little sound in his voice that made it a question.

"Please tell me you're not in the city. Not high."

"I was going to actually come see you, but I'm…"

"Yeah, Touya, yeah I know. Where are you exactly? I'll come get you. You can knock out on my couch."

He smiled a little, the use of his given name comfortable out of her mouth. The sign he had been forgiven from the stupid statement that he was too honest to do anything other than say was fucking bad.

Even if he really had meant it.

At around two in the afternoon, Tsuyoi came out of her bedroom for the second time that day. She looked like she'd been beaten over the head with a frying pan and just risen from the ground, rubbing sleep out of her eyes as she looked around the room. The couch was already cleaned up, and Dabi had food set out across the coffee table, boots stretched out over one side of it watching her TV.

"What time is it," she groaned.

"A little over two I think," he answered with a shrug. "Sushi place is open finally."

"If I weren't hungry I would cuss you. I'll let it go this time," she grumbled, picking up a thing of fried rice and flopping down at the other end of the couch.

He gave her a once over and noticed just below her thigh a raised, angry red area on her thigh covered with towel and tape. "New work, baby?"

She glared over at him. "Not your fucking baby, but yeah. Had trouble sleeping last night." She turned her eyes back to the TV and then dumped some rice into her mouth. "I had the colors and time. Fresh ink puts me to sleep."

He tilted his head, trying to see it. "Enough time went by, you can take the towel off can't you?"

She rolled her eyes, sighing as she set the rice on the table. "Yeah. Gimme a napkin outta the bag." When he handed it to her she braced her foot against the table, examining it quietly before she started pulling the tape back and the paper towel under it.

His stomach sunk when he saw it, but he didn't interrupt her clinical inspection of the tattooed pill bottle on her leg. Watched her wipe it clean of the clotted blood and plasma that looked distinctly concerning for a whole other reason. "You use your quirk yesterday?"

She grinned as she looked over the napkin. "A few times. Had a few motherfuckers fuck around yesterday." She shrugged. "Not that bad though. I expected there to be no damn plasma at all. So this is not bad at all."

"Tsuyoi," he started, but then she was grabbing the bottle right off of her skin, and the bottle full of pills just rattled up into her hands as if it had just been lying against her thigh.

"I thought my eyes were getting bad but I'm still fucking good," she grumbled, grinning as she handed him the bottle. "You were down to your last few, and at least this way I know they're safe and how much you use. Just, for the love of Christ, stop calling me high. You say some dumb shit when you're high and I hate it."

"Stop it," he growled, slamming the bottle on the table. "You're not a fucking dealer, and I won't have you use that quirk enough to hurt yourself because I have a dependency issue."

"Oh come on, Touya. How long have we been looking out for each other? I gave you some of your first bottles. What the hell difference does it make?" She watched him start for the door, not saying anything without consideration. "Touya. Please…"

He whirled on her, getting right into her face and wrapping his hand around her throat, pressing her back into the couch with it. She went stock still, head tipping back and eyes falling closed when he leaned in close and growled at her. Something about the movement set him off, warned him there would be no better time, and no one could stop him. Call him a liar because he was high.

"Don't fucking call me that anymore, mouse. You don't fucking call me that if you're gonna bare your throat to me and say it like that. If you want to beg me for something, let me put the goddamn words to it. Let me call you baby, and let me make sure you don't break your fucking body. Be my little fucking mouse baby, and don't you dare fucking cry on the phone with me because I call and tell you I want to rail you into the wall." He leaned in close and caught her earlobe in his teeth, biting down harshly so she would feel it. "Don't give me drugs that you hate to watch me take too much of because you'd rather break yourself down to make sure you can keep an eye on me."

He recognized a trauma response kicking in, watched her go quiet, perfectly still as her eyes opened on his even as her heartbeat sped up under his palm. "You don't mean it. You just want to fuck, Dabi."

He growled, biting hard enough he could feel his teeth meet and tasted blood in his mouth. "I'm not high, and I'm looking at your face. You can see mine. You know I fucking mean it, you little shit."

She didn't look him in the eye anymore, just looked down at the table. "I know you're not high, Dabi. I'm just sayin' man. What the hell else do you want from me? I'm not good for shit."

Now that was too fucking much. "Absolutely nothing, baby. I don't want a goddamn thing from you but for letting me keep you close. We've been through so much shit already, you know there isn't a goddamn thing I want from you but to call you fuckin' mine. You don't gotta be good for anything but me. And you are, you know that?" He let his tongue graze the wound in her ear. "You're fucking good for me when you don't gotta be. So cut the crap. You're mine now, you got it? You are my good little fuckin' mouse. Because if I gotta hunt you down I will take that vengeance out of your sweet little ass."

She shivered, and at first Dabi thought he'd won. Then she pushed him back and he nearly fell over the table. Watched her go into her room again before she started to undress. He stood in the doorway and watched her shuck the oversized white shirt over her head and dug into her closet. Examined her tattoos across her back and across her chest. He knew what those goddamn things had done to her, but she kept them up and changed them as they went. Currently she had dragon wings tattooed over her spine and shoulder blades, leaking down onto her upper arm, and around her right forearm there was a length of thick, sharp razor wire. There were several different weapons and vicious creatures she could call upon should the need arise, from wolves to tigers and dragons and snakes. A veritable poisoner's kit was over her right breast, an actual arsonist kit over the left where her heart would be, and along her thighs knives and throwing stars were tattooed into reachable areas. Full changes of clothes were tattooed over her calves and there were firearms etched into the flesh of her lower back. Her upper thigh had that pill bottle right beside an industrial first aid kit and he saw there was some new work along her neck. An addition to her killer pets, it looked like a black widow, and in the hollow where her shoulders met at the spine there was an yklwa.

Always trying to keep up usefulness for a father that she had long since cut off. For people she cared about now.

Keeping up usefulness for him.

She was fucking perfect even without it. He didn't need an arsenal. Didn't need an accomplice or an animal trainer. He didn't care if she could save the world with only one person's body worth of art, or if she could burn it down the same way. He only cared that she was his, and there was nothing he could argue with it. She was small, and she was gruff, and she could kick his ass in a heartbeat if she really wanted to, and for all intents and purposes, she was everything he shouldn't be into. She was perfect though. She was fucking perfect.

She tugged on a grey loose knit sweater over a black tank top and a pair of cargo pants before shoving her feet into her boots. She started to walk past him as she tried to pull up her hair into a messy bun, but he reached out and stopped her with a hand over her chest. "Dabi, I have to go to work. I'm gonna be late anyway," she told him.

He sighed, looking her over without turning fully to look at her. "Listen, you don't have to say anything yet. I'm sending Toga by your shop later, and she's gonna have something from me. If you think about it and you decide, if you're okay with being all mine baby, my little mouse, just take it and do what you know you're supposed to do with it. I'll be by around closing time. If you don't have it I won't bother you about it for a while again. I'll walk you home and we'll go back to normal." He raised a brow when she just looked him over, staring at him from head to toe.

She sighed and pushed past him, grabbing her bag. "What if I say no? Right here, what if I say I don't want that?"

"Then I'm gonna go home, get high, and I'll still see you to walk you home. You'll still be a friend of mine, I'll still fuckin' want you, but I'm gonna need to be high to hang around. I'm surprised I don't already." He didn't lie, especially not to her, even if it was fucking vicious to tell that truth. "It fucking burns to let you go," he growled.

Toga came back from the shop skipping, but empty handed. It coulda been any number of reasons, but considering she had a detailed Sharpie drawing of the little green haired hero she had a thing for on her forearm, he doubted she had thrown her out on her ass. "She throw it out," he asked, sounding absent.

She grinned wide, motioning to the drawing on her arm. "We sat, we chatted, was still on her workbench when I left. She looks pretty today. Her makeup looks so nice. Pretty purple eye shadow and silver liner."

He raised a brow. "She didn't wear makeup out of the house this morning."

Toga grinned. "She was when I got there. Maybe that guy she works with did it for her." She pulled out her phone and showed him a picture she had taken before she left while Tsuyoi had been drawing on her arm, and he felt his breath catch in his throat right before it released into a guttural growl.

She was wearing makeup there, a color reminiscent of the scars he had on her eyes and the liner thick and silver to make her almost silver gaze more piercing. Her lips were glossed in purple lined in black, and her lashes were clumped with her cheap mascara. It was hers, he knew it was, and once before she'd done that makeup and told him it made her think of him in a soft way she had been embarrassed to say out loud.

He wanted to fucking burn that shop down to drag her out and fuck her across the ashes.

"Ooooh," Toga crooned, smile too wide for comfort. "You like her like her."

He rolled his eyes and started for the door of the little hideout they had taken over.

He'd said he'd be by around closing time, but he knew she would be out before then. Seen her schedule on the counter before he'd left and planned to react accordingly. She was usually working later than she was supposed to, little fuckin' perfectionist that she was with her art, but it didn't take a whole lot to make her drop it. Loyalty was a big thing, and if he had told her that he would be by, she would drop just about anything if he showed up. After what Toga had showed him, he was out of patience. There wasn't anything else to do but go to see her and take her. Not when she was thinking about him, wanted to be thinking of him with her makeup done to remember him. Thinking about him pleasantly when just this morning he was sure she would have set him on fire if she could have gotten to the lighter tattooed on her shoulder fast enough.

When he did get to the shop, he thought he'd find her inside, but a glance through the windows told him she wasn't at her station. Neither was the box, but that could be a good thing or a bad one depending entirely on her. He was going to open the door and ask after her until he saw smoke around the back. Slipped around behind the building to check, and on a preliminary glance, he didn't see anyone, but when there was a sniffle, he glanced down and could see the top of her head over the steps. She was crouched by the door, leaning against the wall with a blunt in her fingers, and he watched her rub the back of her arm over her eyes.

Looked up at him and the tears there felt like a punch in the gut. "What's wrong," he asked her, coming to slide down next to her.

She shrugged. "It's nothing."

"Liar." Normally it wouldn't be so kind sounding, but he didn't put any heat behind it. Not to her. He knew she didn't mean she was crying over nothing, because that girl didn't cry for no reason. She would tell someone it was nothing though, especially if she was upset with that person. "I do something?"

She shook her head, rubbing at her nose now with her sleeve. "No, Dabi, you didn't do anything. Well," she paused, making a wry face before she continued. "You did. But not upsetting. Not in a bad way. Or it is, but not what you did."

"Is it fucked up that I actually understood what you meant?"

She let a rough chuckle out, elbowing him carefully. "Asshole," she grumbled, tugging on the blunt in her fingers before offering it to him. "I'm not… I'm not good enough to do all this. I do not have half of what you need, and I am a walking arsenal of destruction essentially." She slapped her thigh harder than she should have. "That was just fucking cruel to do to you, and instead of telling me to fuck off you ask me out. Only way I ever forge any kind of human affection is through brutality. We met because of it, we bonded because of it, and it fucking hurts because you deserved better. Still do. Somebody has got to tell you they love you and care about you, Touya. Somebody. But I can't fucking feel anything. Not unless it hurts. That's no good for anyone."

Dabi took the time to take a long drag and hold it to gather his thoughts. Listened if only to try to figure out what she was saying, and when he wasn't sure where she was going, he assumed the worst. "I don't care what you think I need. I know what I want, baby, and you are who I want. You're good for me. More than good enough, you're fucking perfect. Pain doesn't scare me away, little mouse. That shit is a daily and a constant for me. If you need it I can give it to you if that's how you'll accept it. If you want me to make it hurt I can make it hurt so good baby. I want you to be mine, baby, no matter what."

"That's what I mean, Touya. I want to be what you need. I can be what you want, that's obvious enough. But I should be what you need too. How can I be what you need if you're still more worried about what I need and what I want? You're worried about my needs, not if I'm worried about yours." She curled her fingers into her hair and tugged, hard enough she ripped some strands loose even though he knew she probably hadn't felt it. "It would be cruel to let you take that. Brutal, and sure that's how I make my friends, but a relationship? It can't survive on brutality."

"A certain kind can," he told her, passing the blunt back. "The kind where pain and brutality are all up to the person who needs it and someone else is willing to offer it."

She looked over at him, and a light came into her eyes. "You know that isn't what I meant," she said, but her voice had taken on caution. "That's different. And you'd still be trying to take care of me when I should be-"

"Fuck, little mouse. You want me too, just fucking say it. I don't give a shit what I gotta do, and I don't give a shit what you wanna be to me. You can be whatever you wanna be for me so long as you're fuckin' mine. If you wanna be mine the way I mentioned, I can do that shit like breathing, baby. Just say the words. Give 'em to me and trust me. I've never lead you wrong once. What's wrong with it? Lettin' somebody take care of you, instead of the other way around?"

She looked back at her feet then, flicking ash off the end of the half-smoked blunt before putting it out against the top of her boot. He watched her tongue slip out to moisten her lower lip before she bit it, clearly still thinking, and he waited. Waited, because pushing her to make a choice wasn't the way to get it. She'd do the opposite of what the person wanted just out of spite alone. She had to do it, had to be her choice. Ever since she'd gotten her quirk and her father had taken all her choices away from her she had been that way.

Then he watched her start to pull her hair back up on her head into that messy bun she'd originally been wearing that morning, and his eyes caught a glint of metal on her neck. Thick, shiny silver chainlinks coming together at the front of her throat with a plain padlock, the key still in the lock to show she hadn't locked it, just put it on. Like he'd told her to.

He was grabbing her by the throat before he'd even consciously made the decision, pressing his mouth hard against hers while he shut the lock and took the key out. Tucked it away in his pocket where it would be safe and kissed her with everything he had in him as victory roiled in his gut with relief.

When he leaned back her cheeks were red, breathing ragged, and her eyes were glazed. She looked at him and for once, there was no guard up in her eyes. He knew she had trusted him before, but this was different. She was giving him everything, even if she didn't know she was doing it.

He tucked a stray strand of her behind her ear. "Baby, I'm gonna make you so fucking happy with me. I swear. I always take care of what belongs to me."

She looked to his mouth again, then back up to his eyes, and she had told him once that when he got passionate about something it almost looked like his flame lived in his eyes. It looked like it when he looked at her now, could almost see the reflection of his eyes in hers. "I know you will, Touya. You always have."

He wasn't sure how he let her get up and walk back inside. Not sure how he managed to let her walk away and stand out front until she came out with her bag and took his hand, but no buildings had caught fire and there was no screaming so it couldn't have been violence. Maybe that warm, soft feeling in his chest when he looked at her under his arm.

Maybe that vicious, roaring, primal feeling in his gut and in his chest had wanted to see if she would run. See if he would have to chase her. He'd love to chase her down if it meant catching her and putting her under him, but it was almost sweeter when she came out, pausing on sight of him before she came to his side.

He bit his lip and looked at her out of the corner of his eye, slowed when she hesitated at a little diner they were passing by. "Hungry?"

She shrugged. "Got food in the apartment, I just…" She looked away rather swiftly, looking to the sidewalk again. "We can eat at my place, it's no big deal."

He looked into the diner now, and now he found a grin spreading over his face. "Oh baby, you are too fucking cute." He started to tug her toward the building, little groups of people sitting nearby in twos that were pretty clearly couples of their own. "We've gone out to eat before ya know?"

She tugged against his hand. "That's not what I meant, Touya, I'm serious, we can eat at home." But he could see the color in her cheeks."My apartment has food."

"Of course it does," he told her, pulling her against his side. "But what it doesn't have is a way to show everyone else who you belong to now. You want to let me show you off, don't you?"

"Touya, I just got off of work. I look like I've been rode hard and hung out wet and I need a shower."

He grinned at her choice of words. "I mean I could ride you hard if it helps. That way you get the benefit of feeling like it too." She blushed harder when he said it, but she stopped fucking pulling against him.

Inside they were sat in the corner by the window, and he made a point of sitting back to the wall so he could keep an eye on her back while she unwound from work. He knew what she liked, and she didn't correct him when he told the waitress what she wanted to drink. When the cups were set in front of them, he watched her reach out to take a sip of the soda.

"Toga said it wasn't too busy today. You actually that tired?"

She sighed, leaning on an elbow against the table top. "I wasn't busy, but they were long works, and they were insistent that we not take any breaks. Toga was in just before the last one, and I'm honestly surprised you weren't there sooner. She looked like she wanted to break him in fucking half."

"What'd he do?" He didn't make it sound so interested, but he was still ready to absolutely lose his mind if she said something important.

"Nothing really. I've heard way worse, but this shit was just a lot for someone who had done a half-back, a full sleeve, color and all, and the outline of an entire leg piece just before them. Toga asking for a little drawing was such a nice break, honestly, and I was literally just finishing up that stupid fucking suit when he came in. Bitching about how if that little thing was taking so long with markers that maybe he should have listened when people said I couldn't feel anything. 'Apparently time is one of those things. You look so fucking tired I bet it'll just look like that little crayon drawing.'" She snorted, forgoing the straw to take a bigger drink. "Toga looked like she was ready to throw him through my wall. Made a scene about the drawing being better than anything he'd ever see when honestly it was just a quick sketch. She's fuckin' cute when she's mad, you ever noticed?"

He shrugged. "She's a cute kid, got lots of promise. If you've never heard her scream that line from 'Mr. Highway' you'll have to take her to a karaoke bar or something one night."

She chuckled. "Oh my god, yeah." She smiled as she took another sip. "That is hysterical. I love it when she visits. Whenever she's old enough I told her I'd do her first tat, but that she had to pick something that wasn't that little fucking hero. There's only so many hero tats I can take, and that kid is not one of 'em."

As she was talking, a woman approached the table, and he thought maybe it was the waitress coming back. But when he looked up, there was another woman standing there, rather clearly not the staff. She was skinny, blonde, pretty. Clearly aware that her chest and ass were good enough to get her any attention she wanted, and if it wasn't, her eyes were ringed with thick lashes and her lips were beautiful and thick. She stood grinning at them, and he raised a brow. "Can we help you," he asked.

"You might be able to," she started. "See, my friend and I were looking over at you and we… well, you're the kind of guy that looks like you could help two pretty girls have a good time."

Tsuyoi blinked sharply, looking up from her drink to the girl standing there and back to him. She didn't say anything, simply glanced to him with a raised brow before going back to her drink. He turned back to the girl with a wry look.

"Not a dealer, sweetheart, so there's no goddamn party at this table." He sipped at his own drink, trying to ignore her.

She didn't make it easy, leaning down in front of Tsuyoi to put her chest right in front of his eyes. "I don't mean drugs, honey, and I certainly don't want it at this table. Maybe some sweet little love hotel or something."

Tsuyoi was listening to the girl talk, but she was flipping something in her hand she hadn't had a minute ago. He couldn't get a good look at it, but it could almost be a switchblade. It took shape slowly, losing contact with her skin only to morph further as she touched it again. She did that sometimes, it saved energy for whatever reason if she did it in phases. She looked up at him without lifting her head, then over to the woman. Her eyes gave nothing away, but he could tell from prior knowledge that he was probably about to have to take her home and talk her down again. That face didn't shut down much, but when it did what it was doing now, she was the best liar ever. Even he couldn't tell what was up, but he knew he needed to get the blonde to walk away.

"Listen, it's a little creepy to just walk up to someone when they're with someone else and just try to fuck them. Leave it alone and walk away."

She glanced over her shoulder at Tsuyoi, raising a brow. "Oh I didn't even notice this little mousey thing s-"

He didn't even see her move when she reached up to grab the blonde's collar, pulling her with her free hand to punch the Barbie dead in her nose. She tried sling her over the back of the booth they were in, but the friend that had been at the other table reached out and slammed her wrist on the booth. Not being able to feel much pain was a great thing for her in this instance though, because she slammed her head into the woman's face as well. Tsuyoi wasn't even fully out of the booth and the girls were draped over the table there behind her, noses bleeding and unconscious before anyone else even noticed the girls had been there. The brass knuckles she'd brought out to play slipped back under her skin on her palm as she sat back down with a snarl on her face.

He grinned, crooking his finger at her when she looked over. Her eyes drawn to him by a chuckle, and when she saw the motion she slid to the other side of the booth to stand by him. He dragged her down onto his lap and she landed in a heap, fingers curled into his shoulder right along a seam where scarred skin touched clean.

He leaned into her ear. "Next time you think it feels like a fucking game, just remember you're always gonna win baby. Unless we both decide to bring somebody else into it, I'm not worried about some bimbo with a death wish." He felt her shudder and he grinned, unable to help it when he dug his teeth into her throat. "You're such a good fucking little mouse."

The girls started to rise as staff started to approach, and Dabi spoke up. "They might need a cab, they just sort of passed out on that table. Scared the shit outta my baby." He stared at the blonde when she looked over, one brow kicked up in amusement when she watched him catch Tsuyoi's earlobe with his tongue and tugging on the new earring she'd put in the hole he'd bit into it earlier. Tsuyoi shuddered again, but he knew she didn't look away from them. Stared at them with a look that said she was not afraid to put them down again.

They left and she and Dabi ate, though he was far more interested in teasing her while she sat on his lap, trying to focus on her meal. She didn't eat much, not with him taunting her with filthy words and his lips on the back of her neck, teeth against the piece of her shoulder where her neck met it every time her sweater slipped.

He was full hard against her ass, and he knew she had to feel it. Pressed his hand against her belly and pushed her into his lap further, sliding his hand down to her thigh. "You're so beautiful, baby. You ready to go home, baby? This was a nice little date, and you really worked me up with that little show you gave me. You feel it," he asked, shifting in his seat so that his hips rocked up into hers, pressing his cock against the cheeks of her ass further.

She shivered, turning her head into his shoulder, and he started to chuckle as he thought he had flustered her. Instead, he realized too late that she was trailing her tongue over his scar, and he shivered. "I'm ready to go," she told him. "I'm ready to go home with you."

He picked her up without saying anything, dropping cash on the table to give her no reason to stop and think it out. He lifted her up higher so that he could carry her to the apartment a few blocks away. Dug his fingers into her thighs to make her wrap her legs around him until they were at the apartment and went up the stairs to come to her door.

She managed to undo the keys with her back pressed against it while he pressed his lips to hers, tasting her mouth with every second that went by so that she wouldn't speak, wouldn't say they shouldn't. Knew she would. He pressed her through the door the second it was open, starting to go for her bedroom.

"Touya, wait, please," she started. "Give me a minute."

He dug his fingers deeper into her thighs, digging his teeth in at her shoulder. She gasped against it, and he grinned. "What do you need a minute for little mouse? I've got you already."

"I…" She winced, shivering at the dragging of teeth over her skin again. "I need…"

He snarled into her ear. "You don't need anything but what I give you little mouse." He lifted one hand up and slid it into her hair, curling his fingers into it at the back of her head to yank. "You okay with that baby?"

"No it… The room is a mess." She gasped when he kicked her door open. "Touya…"

His name sounded so great in that tone of voice, but he didn't even pay attention at first. Glanced around to see what she was calling a mess and realized what it was. "Oh hoh, little mouse, you wanted a minute to hide from me, didn't you?" He yanked her hair again as he lay her down in the sheets, sweeping his arm to push the box she'd left open on the bed aside and listening to the gathering of toys in it shifting. "What didn't you want me to see most, baby?"

"No, Touya," she whimpered. "Ignore it, please."

He chuckled, rubbing his fingers over her jaw before he dug his fingers into her mouth. Grinned when she wrapped her lips around them and played with his fingers with her tongue. "Oh little mouse, so not happening." He held her mouth open as he turned his eyes onto her little box there. Grinned when he saw something sort of familiar. "What do we have here, baby?"

He reached in and pulled out another chain collar, but this one was very much different than the one she had on. Recognized it as a choke collar like was used on dogs. Not one for her little pets either. She froze when she saw it, even her tongue, and she winced when he shifted his fingers to pull her jaw open letting drool leak out as she watched him. "I think this is a nice little thing for you baby. It'll look so nice on you while I fuck your brains out, beautiful. Right next to mine, choking the life out of you while you cry out my name. This little box of toys is gonna come in handy tonight beautiful. I'm gonna make you scream for me little mouse. So don't even think about holding back from me again. Don't even fucking think of it."

She shuddered as he pulled her up off the cushion of the mattress, to loop the other collar around her neck up high under her chin. Grabbed the leash of chain and jerked her up into his chest before rolling her back into his lap, a leg on either side of his waist to keep her steady while she tried to gasp in air in the aftermath of his sudden gathering of control. "Touya, please," she whimpered. "I'm not… I need…"

"Oh baby, I know you need me. I can feel you sitting on my cock over my pants. So warm against me, little mouse. You're so tempting, you know that, especially sitting on me like this. I wanna feel you against me all night long, baby. Put that pretty little thing against my thigh baby, do it now baby."

"Touya," she started, but he shook his head, jerking on the chain.

"No, little mouse, you just tell me 'yes sir.' You say it right fucking now, little mouse. Every time I tell you to do something, you say that. Say it now." She whimpered, but she nodded. "Yeah, baby, let me hear it."

"Y...Fuck, yes sir." She whimpered when he growled in victory, tugging her by his collar toward him. "Yes sir."

He growled. "Good little mouse," he rumbled in her ear. "Straddle my fucking thigh and put that warm, wet little slit against it. I want you to ride my thigh while I feel that pretty body all over."

She started shifting as he had demanded, settling against his thigh with her hands gripping the bottom of her shirt, holding it as if scared to move them anywhere else. But he didn't hear 'no sir' or hear her tell him no. Knew her body language and knew if she didn't want it she would not be quiet, even if he had been feeling her up. He'd broken a couple hands that didn't know what it meant when she pushed them and they took it as a challenge instead of a decline. Knew she knew he would stop if she asked.

"You should be more honest baby. You know you want to reach out with your hands and run them all over me." He slid his hands up under her shirt, sliding them up her waist when she gasped again like she was out of breath. "Come on baby, you know you can touch me too baby? Put your hands on me? You know you can push me away if you really don't want it, but you do want it, don't you baby?"

Reached up to rip her bra in half where the cups met under her shirt as he said it, taking a hand and trailing his fingers over the swell of her breasts. Waited for her to actively say the words.

"Yes, sir, I want you." She whimpered when he grabbed her breast and squeezed it in his palm, arching into his touch. "Oh god, Touya…"

"Good little mouse. I'm your fucking master now, and you fucking know I'm gonna make this body feel so fucking good, don't you?"

She shivered as he started to really pull on her nipples, yanking and twisting and anyone else would have cried out, begging him to stop. She didn't. "Yes, sir. Fuck, yes, sir." Her eyes opened on him and he could only imagine what she was trying to figure out. Trying to say.

"Go ahead, baby. Tell me what you want. I know you fucking want something baby, tell me. Beg for it baby. Start fucking riding my thigh and beg me with this dirty little fuckin' mouth." He jerked the collar against his chest again to make her slide forward, grinning when she moaned against his shoulder. Felt her teeth dig into his neck harshly and groaned as pleasure whipped up his spine at the touch.

"Yes sir," she whimpered. "Fuck, I just…" She whimpered again on another slide forward, hands hesitating at her shirt before she curled her fingers into her thighs. "I don't…"

He chuckled in her ear, smiling as he leaned in to lick along her throat. "Listen to you little mouse. I got you all ready for me without even touching you really. Just my voice and a little collar gets you all hot. What is it baby?"

"Please, it's so fucking hot, please. I can't breathe…"

He hitched his leg up and she slid forward, throwing her head back as she did it and crying out, biting her lip when she did to try to stifle the sound. He knew she didn't mean it literally, that her breathing wasn't impeded like it sounded, but her skin was flushed, too warm, and he wanted her closer to keep an eye. "You are pretty fucking hot, baby. Lemme cool you off, huh? All this fucking shit in the way, I can't even look at you." Started to tear her shirt the same way he'd done her bra until she reached out to grab his wrists, eyes locking on his quickly.

"Touya," she began.

He growled, yanking the chain so it jerked her forward against him too, and her hands reached out to catch at his shoulders, fingers curling in his hair of her own volition. "No, baby. No holding anything back. Hold nothing fucking back from me. I've seen you before without all this, what's so different now?" Her eyes rolled a little and he let off just enough to give her a second to breathe in case he was hurting her and she couldn't feel it. "What's so fucking different, little mouse?"

She shuddered, wincing. "I didn't know then," she told him. "Now I do, it doesn't feel the same."

He understood when she said it then what she was so worried about. Had been asking to step back and take a break so she could get her wits and cool off instead of take off her clothes, but not because she was backing out. Not because she didn't want him, but because she didn't want him to look at her. Not without something keeping her body from his eyes, her bare skin.

Skin that she hated and had hated for years, and when art was a cuss word to her it was hard to find a way to get her to understand that no matter the tats, the marks and scars and signs of misuse, she was still fucking art to him. Hard, but not impossible, and he didn't hesitate to tear the shirt down the center like he had been, yanking it off her shoulders harshly while he took over rocking her against his thigh. Her fingernails dug into his back and he didn't complain even when they dragged over his scars. Smiled at every moan and groan she gave him, face buried in his throat until he jerked the chain that pulled her back away from him.

"Put your hands on me baby. Reach out and stroke my fucking cock over my pants, I want to feel you while I devour you," he growled, rolling her so she was back against the bed, gasping in little pants of breath while he pushed and shoved with brute force to overload every sense she had. "Tell me the words baby."

"Yes sir," she gasped, yelping when he jerked her pants down her legs and grabbing for a belt loop. "Tou-"

He jerked the chain, and the word cut off suddenly, gasping for air. "No baby, no, you call me sir, master, don't you give me that cute little voice begging my name like I don't absolutely control this pretty body head to fucking toe. You understand."

The whine she let out was primal and it riled him to something vicious. "Yes sir," she whimpered, barely audible, and he had to let up on realization that she probably wasn't able to breathe well. "Yes sir."

"This sexy body is the same as it's always been to me, little mouse. You're so fucking pretty, so fucking strong and beautiful and mine. You think I give a shit about any of these little markings on these sweet, soft thighs when I bury my face in them? Is that what you think? That when I wrap your legs around my head and eat you like I'm starving that I'm not going to like some little scrapes here and there? Because you're fucking wrong, baby. I just want a grip on the soft, thick ass while I dig into that fucking meal." He snarled as he reached out and ripped her panties away too, jerking once to pull them apart at the seams and slapping at her thigh. "Open up for me baby. Give me that sexy little fucking pussy."

She instead pressed her thighs together, biting her lips together as she moaned and her head was thrown back, and he grinned at the realization. Slapped the outside of her thighs again hard and she whimpered, grabbing him by the lapels of his coat to tug him closer. "Oh little mouse, you are so fucking perfect baby. I don't even have to give my filthy little slut any orders, you do just what I want to see right away. Trying to hold yourself off when I surprise you with something you like, shoving your thighs together so you don't come just because I put a little bit of color in those pretty thighs. Good fucking girl baby." He slapped once again and she pressed up on her heels, crying out as her toes curled and her grip tightened on his coat. "Good fucking girl."

He didn't wait for her to open for him, just lifted her knees up to bare her to him and crouched lower so as to get down close, burying his face in her without warning to press his tongue against her clit. She jumped like he'd burned her, but he knew what had caused it and he grinned. "Don't you come without permission baby. You only come when I say so."

Her whimper was musical to him, only the sound of her saying "Yes sir," coming anywhere near better. Nothing was better than her hands fisting in his hair as she hesitantly sobbed "Master, please…"

He snarled as he dug in, licking along her slit and dragging his teeth over her clit. She sobbed, fingers tensing there in his hair, and when she finally let her thighs fall open he dragged her closer by her thighs. Continued to fucking devour every little fucking drop she offered, even when she started to fucking twitch under him, starting to push his head instead of pull.

It wasn't long before she actively shoved at him. "Fuck, Master, please. I'm gonna come, please."

He grinned, kissing his way up over her body while he clawed at her thighs, lifting one of her legs to hook over his hip. "Mm, yeah baby. You did so fucking good baby. I love that you did so fucking good." He started to yank off his belt as he watched her run her hand through her hair, chest heaving while she tried to collect herself and stave off that pretty feeling that threatened to pull her over. "You know who owns you body and soul and you do exactly what I say. I love it baby." He reached across his chest and grabbed her thigh, tugging her halfway onto her side, and with his other hand he slapped his belt over her ass. Watched her whimper and curl her fingers into the sheets, burying her face into them as well while she struggled to breathe it away now. "Fuck you mark up so goddamn pretty," he groaned. "Come show me what you want, little mouse. I know you want me, come show me what you want while I leave some pretty fucking bruises on you so everyone will know your master knows how to fucking please you."

She whimpered, shaking her head into the bed for a moment before she pushed up on her arms. Reached out while she turned over her shoulder, hair falling loose around her with the rough, constant treatment she was taking while she jerked at his pants to drag him closer. He swung that belt again and she yelped, clawing to bring her hand down into his pants and gather his cock in her fist. For a moment she was too overwhelmed to do anything other than whimper, then she opened her eyes and her expression was feral, desperate. She struggled loose of his grip even though he kept bringing that belt down on her, and he lunged, digging his nails into her ribs and she cried out in pleasure. She didn't want away though, let herself be hauled back into the range of his belt when it came down over her back again so she could get both hands on his cock, opening up the fly of his pants so she was unimpeded. She threw her leg up over his hip and turned to drop him to the bed as well, straddling his lap so she could manage to stroke him while she pressed her mouth to his.

She stroked him briefly until she pulled away, whimpering. "I thought I did all of your mods," she said, voice still a whine even as it was strong and a little emotional. "I didn't do this one, Master."

He snarled into her mouth, pulling her down at the back of her neck so her mouth pressed to his. "You're so fucking perfect, little mouse. Don't miss a fucking thing. You don't forget who your master is either, even when you notice I had someone else give me that fucking Jacob's Ladder. That's the only one you haven't done baby, so when I finally got you I would be able to blow your mind even more than I could normally. Fucking rail you hard and use those fuckin' piercings to hit every little nerve you have beautiful little mouse. Why don't you fucking beg me for it baby, I'll show you what it feels like when I fucking tear you apart from the inside out. Beg for my fucking cock baby."

She leaned down to press her lips to his again, stroking his cock carefully again before she did as she was told. "Please, please Master, let me ride your cock. Please, I fucking need it, please."

He dug into her hip with his fingers, dragging her up by the choke collar so she was forced to let go of his cock or fucking knock out, and when she followed obediently he couldn't help another growl along her throat while he aimed his cock up for her. "Mmm, yeah baby, if you wanna take me for a ride go on baby. Ride me for everything it's worth and take every little fucking drop you can. Fucking come all over my goddamn cock baby, blow all over me while I fucking rail you."

He had been pretty certain she'd have taken her time to grip him, but he was surprised when she dropped down onto his cock in one quick motion, face buried in his chest as her back arched and she whimpered out into the hollow at his throat.

"Oh goddamn," he groaned. "You're so fucking greedy for it, aren't you? You just fucking want it, don't you, want every little fucking piercing to grind against you every time I move?"

She whimpered again, starting to move on him, and he made sure to release slack on the leash slowly. Wrapping the chain around his fist so he could control her speed even when her eyes came back to his, begging with her eyes as her fingers dug into his shoulders again.

"Take it nice and slow, baby, just like that until you say it. I want to hear it." He dug into her with that collar, listening to her breath start to wheeze as she pulled against the chain.

"Please, sir," she whispered, one hand catching the chain of the choke collar as if trying to tug the chain out of his hand. "Please."

"Please what?"

Another slow thrust had her near sobbing against him and she threw her head back when he ground in deeper. "Oh god, please, please master, give it to me fast. Fuck me, please."

She said it like it was wrong, like he would blow up on her, but instead he rolled her onto her back, readjusting her head against the headboard so he could brace his hand over her head and put his other against her ass. Hitching one leg up again so he could bury himself inside of her while she mewled against him, throwing her arm around his neck when he started to hammer into her, snarling like a monster in her ear as he pounded into her insides.

"Good fucking little mouse, oh my god baby, fuck yeah. Oh yeah, you fucking love that cock don't you? Don't you?" He growled into her throat, digging his fingers into ass where it met her thigh. "Tell me little mouse, say it."

"Yes, sir, fuck, yes." She arched into him. "Fuck, Touya, your hand, what are you doing with your hand oh my god…"

He hissed when he realized he'd burned her, but when he tried to extinguish the flame she sobbed, fingers clenching into his hair again. He started to slow down, but instead she shook her head.

"Please, please don't. Please, Master, please, I'm okay, please."

He shuddered, going harder because she couldn't fucking beg like that without him giving her everything she wanted. Put both hands on her headboard so he didn't burn her again, and she had to feel the heat his hands were putting off while he got what he needed to feel from her. Soaring, burning pleasure as he fucked the senses out of her, and she reached up to grab his wrists, eyes coming open and glazed on his face while he snarled into her. "Beautiful, little mouse," he sobbed. "Beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful and perfect. Yes you are you pathetic little fucking slut oh fuck baby. Take my hands, hold on tight baby."

She grabbed his hands and curled her fingers in his, and she was too fucking perfect as she sobbed, turning her face against his wrist, digging her teeth into it. He growled, watching it as his whole body fucking lit up. He was careful not to catch her with it, unsure what she could feel inside beside his cock, but he was sure her begging wasn't because he was hurting her.

Not when she begged with words like, "Fuck, Master, please stop, please, stop, I'm too close, stop, please."

He was close too, her tight muscles clamping around him as she sobbed, begging him to stop, that she couldn't hold on, and when he felt it start to clamp down on him too far he gave her a last command, digging in deep as he growled in her ear. "Come baby, now. Fuck now little mouse, right now."

She cried out and did as she was told, and it was the fucking best thing when he felt moisture soak his cock, heard a little sizzle when she squeezed against him. Her little squeak of 'fuck' didn't go unheard, but he didn't mind it. Grinned as she started to come down, her hands falling limp on his own. He watched her come down, watched her come back to herself and watched something else hit her eyes as she started to draw her arms in over herself. Trying to hide herself away from him.

He settled down beside her, not even pulling out of her as he curled his arm behind her neck. Curled an arm around her waist and tugged her closer. Not letting her hide from what he'd done to her. "You did so good baby. That was fucking perfect. You're so fucking perfect." He pressed a kiss against her forehead. "You're so sweet, and good. My beautiful little mouse."

"I was not pretty with that," she groaned, burying her face away from where he could see it.

"You were perfect, little mouse. You're still perfect. I love you so much. I love you, and that was so perfect." He tugged that choke collar off of her, settling it back into the box and brushing her hair back. "Did I hurt you?"

She was careful to shake her head. "No, I'm okay."

"I burned you," he reminded her. "I definitely scorched my marks into the headboard."

She glanced up, and he slipped his hand onto her cheek. "I…" She looked like a deer trapped in the clearing with a wolf, and he had to hope she didn't feel him twitch inside of her. "It didn't feel like a burn. You know how I am."

"Sweet? Soft, and warm, and beautiful?" He watched a blush come up in her cheeks. "It's okay beautiful. I know what you're feeling right now, but you're beautiful. And I love you. You know I didn't say anything to hurt you, just to set you on fire. Make you crazy and wild for me. You did that so good for me, gave me so much when you didn't have to."

"You're just saying that." She curled into him though. "Fuck, there was a lot you had to say."

He sighed, tugged her on top of his chest, and when she tried to avoid his scars, he could only help but smile. "Baby, there was plenty I had to say, but nothing I said to you in bed as far as being my filthy little slut and dirty little bitch was meant to be mean. It was never meant to be. I just wanted to get you ready for me, and I should have asked. Tried to be sure I could ask you for the shit I wanted to say to you, and you went up for me like no one else ever has."

He could see something come across her face, and he waited for her to build up the courage to ask. But then she looked up to him. "Touya, don't you have… aren't you with a couple of others too?"

He was careful with his answer here. He'd told her before, and she had always said she didn't care if her partners had another partner or even several. She had proved it before. But he was different, and so was she. "Two, but yeah. They were a couple before I got with him, and then I got with her when we were introduced. Never would have thought it would happen, but it did. Is something wrong baby?"

"No," she answered, shaking her head. "I just...I've never met them. Do they know about me? That you wanted to get with me?"

He chuckled, thinking about some of those conversations. "Oh yeah. She wanted to beat me over the head with a fucking two by four when I called her earlier because I call you when I get high. Not because I call you, but because I'm an asshole when I do. You should have heard about the rant I got when I asked her for advice. She turned around and sicced him on me too, though he didn't really rant. Just laughed at me."

She got this soft smile on her face. "You let someone laugh at you?"

"I didn't have the chance to make him pay for it yet. I will, but I think she already started in on that. Just before Toga came back she sent me a couple of pictures of what she was doing to him so he learned to be nice." He shrugged, letting her see the look in his face when he thought of the other two. "They turned traitor for each other a few months ago, when we started dating, so if you want to meet them I want to warn you about that. They look like heroes to the public still but she actively has fucked herself up fighting with me to protect our guys and he gives us so much information about the commission's workings. I swear."

She blinked, looking between him and where he had shucked his coat by the door where his phone was. "You weren't uh...You didn't send them pictures of me, did you? Which heroes? None of them are dating are they?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "No baby, I didn't send them any pictures of you. And you've never fought them before, but they wouldn't care if they had fought you. And if I told you, I doubt you'd believe me."

She looked at him, raising a brow. "I think you're full of shit," she said as he started to stroke the spine of her back. "They're actually fucking pretty, aren't they? Not like me."

He lifted a brow in answer, slipping carefully out of her to go grab his phone from his pocket. He settled back down into the mattress and pulled her back into his lap, curling an arm around her waist as the phone started to ring, his camera activating. "He's gotta be right there with her. She's beautiful, and so is he, but if you won't believe me when I say you're beautiful, maybe you'll listen to the smooth fucking bird."

"B…"

Keigo answered as always, but when he only gave a shitty, soft grin on his face, Dabi couldn't help but fucking smile ear to ear. "Oh, chicken wing, you got fucked up didn't you?"

Kireina pulled the phone back then, and he winced in sympathy when she showed off the chains on his wrists that had him hogtied, the stripes where he'd gotten lashes across his chest. "You could say that. If I hear you say you hurt that poor thing's heart again I'm gonna do worse to you, bacon bit. What's up?"

"Somebody won't listen to me when I tell her she's fucking beautiful even despite the nasty shit I say, and I thought maybe pretty bird would be able to help out." He glanced to her. "Tsuyoi, Kireina Onga and Keigo Takami."

"Oh," Kireina cooed. "Look at you. You don't get cute with us like that, that's so precious, baby. I can see why though. Keigo might be a little tongue tied right now, but my mouth works."

"Mmm," Keigo moaned, lifting his head to settle it on her shoulder. "Yes it fucking does, baby bird. But I can make it work to tell somebody who is stuck with your ass that they're pretty. Doesn't look like it'll be hard."

Tsuyoi tugged the blanket up a little bit, and Dabi watched their eyes take her in before Kireina leaned in.

"Touya fucking Todoroki, are those scorch marks on that bed? You did not fucking brand her, did you?"

He winced, scratching at the back of his head. "I didn't mean to," he said, tugging her close. "I know there's burn cream around somewhere."

"Oh my god, I'm gonna fucking echolocate you, I'm gonna show up there, and I'm gonna smack the shit out of you, how is she even sitting down right now? Get her into the cold water or something. You should be working on first aid right now, that's not like my prosthetic."

Tsuyoi chuckled, looking back at him. "I never thought there would be a hero I actually like, but I like her," she told him, and Dabi chuckled even as he started to stand up with her in his arms. "You didn't tell them about…" She glanced between the phone and herself again. Ran her fingers over the hospital kit on her body. "Well, this?"

He shook his head. "Not my story to tell. And don't touch that kit, we'll use the one under your sink little mouse. You don't need to expend any further energy."

"Nothing makes it acceptable for him to burn you though sweetheart," Keigo warned her. "Not unless you asked for it anyway."

Her face turned bright red, but she leaned her head against Dabi's chest. "I'm okay," she said, voice going soft and hazy again. "You can say it, Touya," she told him.

He set her on her feet while he pulled out that kit under her bathroom sink, feeling unusually happy for the fact that he was being scolded and had burned her. "You're not okay, but I'll explain why you think you are. Those are fucking third degree, Tsuyoi."

"What happened, Dabi," Keigo called. "Do we need to bring something for you? An EMT maybe?"

"Very funny you subby little fuck, shouldn't you be begging for mommy still," he snapped as he crouched behind Tsuyoi to rub burn cream over the shape of his hand where it was burned into her ass. "She can't feel pain or a whole lot at all really at the surface level so a lot of the time things that should hurt don't. When her quirk first showed up her cunt of a dad had her forcibly tatted and branded and shit."

"Fried my nerve endings," she added quietly. "For those concerned, the pain I should have felt didn't feel like pain. Maybe like what it feels like when you touch something when music is too loud."

Dabi didn't say anything, just smoothed to cream over her skin and dug for bandages. "Fuck, lemme go find your paper towels baby," he told her. "You're out of bandages."

Before he was off his knee she had extended him the kit off of her chest and he growled. "I told you not to do that," he snapped. "You should not be using that while you're actively trying to heal something."

She shrugged when she handed it to him, but he heard Kireina call out that they would let them go. Told Dabi to take good care of her and told Tsuyoi that she would hope to meet her physically soon.

But they didn't do anything else, letting them bask in their time alone and enjoy the beginning of a new day.