DAMN IT!" Shigaraki roared, stomping up and down in front of the TV.
He always got like this when he lost a game. It just wasn't fair! He glared at the Game Over screen, seething with anger, until his eyes rested on his empty beer bottle from earlier. In a fit of rage, he picked it up and threw it as hard as he could against the wall. It shattered, sending bits of broken glass flying everywhere.
"Jesus christ, Brat! Chill the hell out!" Dabi yelled from across the league's common room.
Dabi had felt a headache building for the past hour, and Shigiraki's scream mixed with the sound of breaking glass threatened to turn it into a migraine.
"What the hell is up with you, anyways?! What are you,five?!Breaking shit over a damngame?!"He growled at his child of a boss. "You'd better clean that shit up, ain't no one here gonna do if for you, jackass."
"Fuck off!" Shigaraki replied, outraged at being told what to do. "Youwork forme,remember? So actually, I'd like you to clean it up. Now get to it, unless you want to look for another job!"
Dabi didn't even try to hold back his bark of a laugh.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" he huffed, an irritated but slightly amused look on his face. "Sorry, Brat, Daddy's not going to clean up after your tantrum." His tone was mocking, and there was a hint of danger in his voice.
Dabi was lounging on the couch and didn't move from his place as he antagonized the other man, who was starting to really get on his nerves.
Shigaraki began to stomp his feet again, frustrated that Dabi wasn't taking him seriously.
"I'm the boss," he whined. "And I'm All for One's successor. Youhaveto listen to me!"
He tended to see the league not as a cooperative effort, but as a hierarchy with himself at the top. He felt people should do as he said. The others were only here because they worked for him.
Dabi scoffed as he watched Shigiraki's tantrum play out. Was this guy for real?? Dabi knew that his boss could be more than a little stubborn and uncooperative, but this was just ridiculous. How the hell did One for All think to pick this guy as his successor? He was nothing more than some bratty child in need of a good…
And idea went off in the burnt man's brain, causing a smirk to fall across his face.
"Well," Dabi huffed, sitting up on the couch with his knees slightly spread. "Why don't you come over here and make me?Boss?" He taunted, attempting to get Shigaraki within grabbing distance.
"Maybe I will!" Shigaraki declared, approaching the couch and raising his fist with the intention of punching Dabi in the face.
Dabi let out another huff of a laugh. God. This guy just didn't know when to quit. Quickly, taking advantage of their close proximity, Dabi grabbed Shigaraki's forearm and forced him to turn so that his back was to him. Then, reaching to grab Shigiraki's other forearm, Dabi pinned both appendages to the stubborn child's back before roughly shoving him over his thigh, leaving his other leg free to clamp over Shigaraki's legs, completely restraining him.
"What was that again, Boss?" Dabi scoffed.
Shigaraki yelped as his arms were restrained and he was tossed over Dabi's lap. It all happened so quickly he barely even had time to process what was going on until he found himself staring at the carpet, held down firmly by Dabi's leg over him.
Dabi shook his head a bit, taking a quick look over Shigaraki's restrained form just to make sure all was as it should be. He really wasn't looking to be turned to dust today.
"You know, boss..." Dabi spoke lowly, pushing Shigiraki's arms further up his back, forcing him to fall further over his lap. "I'm not really in the mood to put up with your bullshit right now. Not like you'd care about that."
Dabis voice still held a sense of mocking energy, but it was harsher now and more irritated.
"How dare you?!" Shigaraki hissed. "You let me go right now, or I'll kill you!" He tried unsuccessfully to wiggle free.
"Yah?" Dabi scoffed, ignoring Shigiraki's demand. "Please do. I'd really like to see you try."
Turning his attention to Shigiraki's lower half, Dabi smirked a bit as he moved his boss's shirt tail out of the way of his soon-to-be target.
"You really piss me off, you know that?" Dabi spoke lazily, before casually raising his hand to above his head and letting it harshly crash down against Shigaraki's backside in a solid, loud, crack.
"Ow!"
Did Dabi just... spank him? It stung like hell and reminded him of when he was younger, and he'd occasionally been bent over his master's knee. It was humiliating and his face flushed with embarrassment.
"What?" Dabi laughed a bit, his head lolling to the side. "You were full of shit to say a minute ago! Where did all the fire go, little asshole?"
Again, Dabi raised his hand far above his head and let it fall harshly with a mean cracking sound to follow.
"Brats like you are always out looking for attention. Well, Boss, you've got mine! Let's see if you still think your bullshit was worth it by the time I'm done." Dabi scoffed again, somehow managing to put more strength into the next swat.
Shigaraki tried to get away from the sharp swats, squirming and kicking his legs. He was unable to move.
"You'll regret this," he told Dabi.
"What?" Dabi smirked "You gonna run and tell All for One?"
While it hypothetically could happen, Dabi wasn't sure if Shigaraki's pride would let him admit that he'd gotten his ass beat by someone who was supposedly beneath him. By this time, Dabi had fallen into a rhythm of harsh swats. While Shigiraki acted like a child, he was still an adult. Dabi was sure he could take it fine. Though at that moment he didn't really care if the man in his lap could "take it" or not. He couldn't care less about Shigaraki's meaningless threats. He was gonna give this asshole a piece of his mind.
Shigaraki bit his lip as the spanking continued. Dabi was using a considerable amount of force now and his ass felt like it was on fire, but he was determined not to cry out.
When Dabi realized he wasn't yet getting the reaction he wanted, he shrugged a bit. "Fine, have it your way." He huffed a bit, his hand easily finding its way to Shigaraki's waistband. Within a few seconds Shigiraki's pants were to his knees. "That should do it," Dabi smirked, beginning to bring down harsh smacks on the freshly exposed thinly covered skin of Shigiraki's backside.
"Owww! No, what are you doing?!" Shigaraki was surprised to feel his pants being pulled down, and then the pain from the smacks got a whole lot worse.
Dabi didn't answer. A least for a moment, he went silent, letting his hand do the talking as he roughly brought color to Shigiraki's ass. Call him sadistic, but if this little fuck wanted to scream and yell, Dabi figured he might as well give him a reason. He was smacking a little faster now, fishing for a reaction from his wiggling captive.
"Dammit, thatfucking hurts!"Shigaraki yelled, looking over his shoulder to glare at Dabi. His pride kept him from bawling his eyes out. No way was he going to let Dabi see him cry.
"Good." Dabi openly scoffed, making eye contact and glaring back at his boss for a moment before turning back to the task at hand, his rain of fire never slowing down or letting up. "Maybe if you knew how to fuckin control yourself this wouldn't be happening, little boy."
Dabi was out to attack his pride and to throughly humiliate his jackass of a boss. Taking a look down, Dabi made note of Shigiraki's pinkening, borderline reddening thighs. Due to his boxers still being in the way, he couldn't see the state of the rest of his ass.
Well, that was an easy fix.
Pausing in his swats once more, Dabi whisked Shigaraki's boxers down to meet his pants, leaving him bare to the room. Dabi took a bit of pride in the color of Shigaraki's ass. Even though they hadn't really been at it for long, the fleshier part of the man's ass had already taken to being a lighter red color. Not quite a crimson, but still too dark to be considered pink.
Shigaraki blushed at the words 'little boy,' feeling suddenly small. He gasped when Dabi took his boxers down, feeling the cool air on his stinging backside. He realized anyone could walk in at any time to see him getting his bare ass spanked like a naughty little boy. He screamed, struggling to get his arms free. Dabi wasn't nearly done with him though, as he slightly readjusted his grip on Shigaraki and firmly pushed him down.
"Keep screaming," Dabi huffed, his hand coming down on the now fully bared skin of Shigaraki's ass. "Maybe Compress or Twice or someone will hear you and we'll have an audience for this little show. Don't think I'd stop just because someone wanted to come see what was going on," Dabi warned with very little sympathy.
The idea of an audience was too much and Shigaraki's tough facade began to crumble.
"No, don't!" he cried. "Please don't let anyone see me like this!"
"What? You don't care if the others see you acting like a child, but the chance that they might see you like this is to much for you?"
Dabi easily kept up a hard, uncaring exterior as he continued Shigaraki's punishment, though on the inside he felt a small amount of pity at his first actual cry.
Tears were now streaming down Shigaraki's face. He was frustrated, humiliated, and it hurt so bad! He didn't understand it. He had been through so much worse in his career as a villain, and gotten hurt pretty bad at times, so he should be able to take it. But for some reason- Dabi's steady, heavy-handed hits against his bare bottom broke him down and made him cry.
Once Dabi noticed that actual tears had began rolling down the others face, his hand paused for moment as he silently gave Shigiraki a breather, though said breather was disguised by Dabi shaking the sting out of his own hand. Now that he was thinking about it, his hand stung something fierce. This was Shigaraki's punishment, not his.
Dabi once again took a moment to look over his handy work. Shigaraki's ass was now an angry red color and looked painful as hell, but Dabi was sure that he'd be able to give him a little more without doing any damage. Looking around, he searched for anything that he could use on Shigaraki that was within his reach. Sitting on the little couch side table, there just so happened to be one of Toga's hairbrushes. That would do fine.
Shigaraki breathed a sigh of relief when Dabi stopped spanking him. Maybe he was done? His ass stung like hell. But if Dabi was finished, why was he not letting him up? He had a bad feeling about this.
Reaching over, Dabi grabbed the implement before firmly tapping it against Shigiraki's backside. That was all the warning he gave.
When Shigaraki felt the wood resting against the curve of his ass, he immediately recognized it for what it was. No! He wouldn't!
"Oh no! Don't you fucking dare!" he spat, anger rising again.
"I don't think you're in any kinda position to be ordering me around right now, Boss," Dabi shot back, raising his arm and bringing the brush down for the first time in the center of Shigaraki's ass. He did have to hold back a bit of a snort, though, at the contradiction in his statement. "I'm not letting you up till you're good and wore out, punk! And seeing as you've still got a bite to you, I don't think we're done here."
Shigaraki yelped when the brush came down, biting back more tears. He was still angry though.
"Fuck you! You'll be sorry!"
He twisted his arm hard in Dabi's grasp, andalmostmanaged to grab him and use his decay quirk.
"Oh, that was a dumb fuckin move." Dabi spoke darkly, roughly shoving Shigaraki back into position and bringing the hairbrush downharda few times across both his thighs. "That was a real dumb fuckin move." Dabi didn't stop there, and the brush just kept coming down and down. "I'll make sure you're the fuckin sorry one, fuckin prick!" Dabi growled.
Shigarakiscreamedas Dabi assaulted his thighs with the brush, thinking only of the pain and forgetting he was trying to keep quiet.
"Pull that shit with me-" Dabi spoke to himself in almost disbelief. Though, it was Shigaraki, so he wasn't really surprised. While he did lighten the swats a bit, Dabi continued aiming for Shigiraki's thighs.
"Enough," Shigaraki sobbed. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?! Now fucking stop before someone sees us..."
"I don't give a shit," Dabi growled back, pissed off. "You don't get a say in when I'm done with you." Dabi fully intended on spanking this brat until he was nothing but a sad little puddle of sobs.
"What do you want from me?" he demanded, tears continuing to stream down his face as he went limp in defeat.
While Dabi could be a pretty sadistic bastard, something in Shigaraki's voice struck a chord inside him. It was like he'd remembered thefeelingfrom a memory, but not the memory itself. Pretty quickly, he found his previous frustration and anger draining out of him in a tired sigh. He was losing the motivation to continue, and he was pretty certain that Shigaraki had hit his limit of what he could take anyway. He could tell by the way his body had gone slack and how he wasn't fighting back anymore.
", forget about it, Brat," Dabi sighed again, not yet releasing his captive but setting the brush back down on the couch side table. "I'm going to let go of your arms, and you're going to put them in front of you. Think carefully before you try anything," Dabi warned, though his voice wasn't as harsh as it normally was.
"O-okay," said Shigaraki, his voice shaky. Carefully, he placed both hands in front of him.
Taking a second to make sure Shigaraki wasn't going to try anything, Dabi started to go through the motions of aftercare. He might have been a villian, but not even he would just leave someone alone after that. Reaching down, Dabi tugged up Shigiraki's boxers and pants, though he didn't really think to be too careful as the fabric dragged across the shaken man's reddened skin. Once both articles of clothing were back in place, Dabi released the other man's legs and began to rub comforting circles across Shigaraki's back.
Shigaraki tried not to scream as the rough fabric came into contact with his skin. Even though it hurt, it was still better than leaving his bare ass out for all to see, so he sucked in a breath and tried to get used to it. When this was over, he would go to his own room and be able to take his pants off again.
He was surprised to feel Dabi rubbing his back, and it reminded him of when he was younger, when after giving him a spanking his master had always been sure to praise him and tell him he was a good boy. Shigaraki craved that praise and comfort now, so he closed his eyes and leaned into Dabi's touch. Sure, it was embarrassing to act needy, but not half as humiliating as what had just happened between them.
"There you go."
Dabi spoke lightly as he felt Shigaraki press against his touch, not really thinking much about it as he worked on calming him down, his hand eventually finding its way into his mop of hair.
"Just focus on breathing."
Later, Dabi would refuse to admit acting the way he currently was; would refuse to admit he actually gave a shit. But for now, he allowed himself to go with the flow of things as he worked his hand over Shigaraki's tense back and shoulders.
Shigaraki continued to cry, though it had turned into little sniffles instead of the heaving sobs from earlier. Conflicting emotions swirled around in his head.
"Am... am I a good boy?" He whispered, then cursed because hedefinitelyhad not meant to say that out loud. His face flamed with embarrassment.
"Of course you are!" Dabi immediately cooed, a soft huff of a laugh pushing past his lips at Shigaraki's obvious embarrassment. "You are such a good boy Tomura, you did so well," he whispered. Giving Shigaraki's head one last pet, Dabi gently slid his hands under his arms and began to slowly lift him up off his knee. Slowly but surely, he led him into a standing position.
"Watch your hands," Dabi lightly warned before pulling Shigaraki to his chest and wrapping his arms around him.
Shigaraki wrapped his arms around Dabi in return, and rested his head on his chest, clinging to his shirt with all but one finger on each hand.
"Such a good boy..." Dabi's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke sweet nothings to the man in his arms, running his hand through the others' messy grayish-blue hair as he held him close.
Shigaraki enjoyed the closeness and wished he could allow himself to let go and feel it more often. Given things that had happened in his past, though, he was terrified of getting close to people and it didn't happen often.
After a few more minutes of petting and comforting words, Dabi spoke up again. "How are we feeling?" He asked, lightly pushing Shigaraki back so he could get a look at his face.
"O-okay I guess," he replied, no longer crying.
Reaching up, Dabi lightly rubbed away the little trails the tears had left on Shigiraki's face. Dabi was glad that Shigaraki was no longer actively crying.
"Do you want to move to your room, go get comfortable and shit?" Dabi offered.
"W-will you help me get there?" Shigaraki asked, not feeling very steady on his feet.
"Yah." Dabi smirked a bit, finding Shigiraki's vulnerable state a little endearing and oh so familiar. "I've got you."
Situating Shigaraki against him, Dabi picked him up bridal-style and started to head towards his room. Shigaraki continued to cling to him, finding that he liked being carried, though he would never admit to it. Flushing with embarrassment, Shigaraki hoped no one would see him like this.
"If you tell anyone about this, you're dead!" he hissed, starting to feel more like his normal self.
"What part?" Dabi huffed a bit of a laugh, pushing Shigaraki's bedroom door open with his foot. "Me carrying you, or you crying like a bitch?" Dabi mocked lightly, though there was no real bite to his words as he closed the door behind them. He was glad to see Shigaraki start to recover alright.
"Shut the fuck up!" Shigaraki snapped. "Just put me down and get out of here..."
Rolling his eyes a bit, Dabi dropped Shigaraki onto his bed.
"Ouch!Fuck!" Shigaraki yelled as he was dropped right on his sore ass. He reached back to rub it through his jeans, but the fabric against his skin made it even worse.
Dabi didn't immediately leave. While he wouldn't admit it, he wasn't quite ready to leave the brat on his own. Whether it be for Shigaraki's own comfort or Dabi's peace of mind, he wanted to make sure Shigaraki was actually alright. So instead, he made himself comfortable on the floor, his back turned to Shigaraki as he leaned against his bed.
Shigaraki was kind of glad Dabi sat down, because he didn't really want to be alone, but at the same time he wanted some damn privacy so he could take his pants off.
Dabi had had his own ass beat enough times in his life that he could practically read Shigaraki's mind in that moment. After just about every one of his childhood punishments he'd immediately escaped to his own room to discard his clothes from the waist down. He didn't get why Shigaraki was trying to be modest around him, as Dabi had just beat his bare ass right in the common room.
"Stubborn as usual." Dabi spoke, mostly to himself. "If it makes your pampered ass feel better, I'll keep my back turned so you can get comfortable."
"Fine," Shigaraki muttered, not having the energy to argue.
Satisfied that Dabi wasn't going to look, he quickly discarded his pants and underwear. Lying on his stomach on the bed, he felt better without the fabric irritating his skin, but it still hurt like hell and he hissed through his teeth as he shifted around.
Sitting there, Dabi felt a little bit of pity for Shigaraki as he listened to him hiss and shift around in pain. Any other time, he'd probably just tell his boss to suck it up and stop being dramatic, but much like Shigaraki, he didn't have the energy to keep up his dickhead persona.
Given that it had been quite a few years since he himself had been spanked, Dabi had to think pretty far back. "What was it that mom always used to do whenever that asshole used to get ahold of me?" Dabi thought to himself.
...lotion. It finally clicked after a few moments. It wasn't perfect, but it sure as hell still helped after you got your ass beat raw. Well, that on top of his mom's ice quirk, but Dabi didn't exactly have an ice quirk on hand.
"I'll be right back," Dabi said as he stood up, still keeping his back to Shigaraki like he'd said he would. "I've got some shit in my room that'll make that suck less."
Shigaraki looked on with curiosity, wondering what Dabi could possibly be getting, and why he'd want to help him.
The trip to his own room didn't take long, and soon Dabi was returning, lotion in hand. With his eyes averted, he tossed the bottle onto the bed.
"Lotion. I can help, or you can be stubborn and struggle to do it yourself. I don't really care either way." Dabi huffed a bit.
Realizing what it was for, Shigaraki blushed from head to toe.
"Fuck you! I don't need help!" he said under his breath, grabbing the lotion and putting some in his hand.
He reached back to rub it on his bottom and sighed when he realized he couldn't see or reach very well.
"Why do you want to help me, anyway?" he demanded when he couldn't bring himself to actually ask for help.
Dabi shrugged a bit, not really sure himself. "I don't like listening to your bitch whining, you sound like some kicked dog." He went with that answer, though it was true that he didn't enjoy Shigaraki's little sounds of pain.
He knew damn well that Shigiraki was going to struggle with the lotion. But given that he also didn't want Dabi looking at him, Dabi decided to just wait until Shigiraki worked up the nerve and asked.
Shigaraki struggled for another moment before giving up in defeat. Hating that he had to ask, he took a deep breath.
"Actually, Dabi, could you..."
"Hand it here, brat." Dabi smiled a bit, taking some pity on him as he sat down on the side of Shigiraki's bed before holding his hand out to take the lotion back.
Shigaraki handed it over, pressing his face into the bed because he was too embarrassed to look at Dabi.
Squirting a bit of lotion into his hand, Dabi set to work on massaging the ointment into Shigiraki's dark red backside and thighs. He did try to be gentle, but he knew his calloused hands weren't exactly perfect for the job.
Shigaraki winced away from the pain at first, then sighed with relief as the lotion began to soothe.
"I don't get it," he said bluntly. "If you cared so much about my comfort, you could have -oh, I don't know- decided tonot beat my ass."
"I can stop then, if you want." Dabi rolled his eyes a bit, giving Shigaraki a light swat before getting some more lotion and continuing to rub it into his skin. "I did it because no one here, especially not me, wants to deal with your childish bullshit. You wonder why people don't take you seriously, then you go and act like a spoiled toddler that just got told no." Dabi huffed a bit. "But I'm also not fucked up enough to just do something like that then leave you to deal with it on your own."
Maybe he was projecting a bit, but Dabi would rather die than turn out like his own shitty father. To this day, the shit Endeavor had done still stuck with him. He didn't want to be that.
"People really don't take me seriously?" Shigaraki asked. He'd had his suspicions, but chalked it up to paranoia.
"Not when you're off screaming and throwing tantrums all the time," Dabi confirmed. "It doesn't exactly look the best, you know." Finishing up, Dabi closed the lotion bottle before wiping his hands off on his pants.
"Breaking a glass bottle over a video game doesn't exactly scream 'professional'."
"Oh."
Put like that, it did seem rather childish. He supposed Dabi was right, even though he didn't want that to be true. He resolved to try to control his temper in the future.
He remembered hating Dabi when he'd first arrived, but he didn't seem so bad right now. He realized he actually kind of liked him. He almost felt like a big brother or a mentor, even though Shigaraki was supposed to be in charge of the league.
"Mmhm." Dabi hummed in acknowledgement as he stood up from the bed. "Unless you want me to hang around, I'm gonna head back to my room." His headache hadn't gotten any better since they'd started, and he wanted nothing more than to down a few pain killers and go to bed.
Shigaraki didn't answer because he was already drifting off to sleep.