The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

Day 31

Ali was happy to have been approached by her roommate about having a cards and beer night every now and then.

She said yes because it was in that moment that she learned the Digit was actually pretty warm and welcoming.

Day 36

That one day turned into almost every night. Just after work ended for Ali and just before Digit left for the evening to do…. Whatever it was that she did.

Ali was starting to enjoy that she could enjoy the girls' company without thinking of masking or faking a giggle.

Day 38

"As much as I love our cards and beer night. Your life is lacking some luster and you need to start living." Digit held both of her hands. Ali noticed that Digit was touchy feely and even asked her at one point during a long game of war if she was into girls.

Ali will never forget her roommates answer. She had bit down on her lip smirking at her across the table, "Sometimes. Why? Are you offering me a good time?"

Ali's face had heated many shades of red making Digit laugh and call her a 'cute innocent'.

Her roommates' current accusation of Ali not having luster in her life couldn't be argued with. They both knew it was true. The past few nights of hanging out with Digit was the most fun she had in a long time.

Her roommate holds out a bottle of vodka, "Want to go out with me?" The tone was laced with Digit's usual seduction.

Ali eyes the bottle. She didn't want to live a sad and empty life. Her roommate never seemed to be depressed. Maybe she was on to something.

So she accepts the bottle and opens it. Holding the neck of it and she can feel the weight of her decisions. Lifting it to her lips she takes a drink.

She agrees to go out with Digit as she coughs because of the alcohol burning. Only with Digit she doesn't feel like she needs to hide this like she needed to with her coworkers.

"Come with me while I fill some of my vices." The roommate takes her hand and for the first time she enters her roommate's dark and dim room where she gives her a change of clothing.

She contemplates her decision to go out with Digit when she ends up in a shifty neighborhood and at a sketchy apartment door.

Ali was about to make an excuse to leave when the door was answered by a man covered in burns. And although he was the most intimidating man that she had ever seen she couldn't look away from him.

His eyes found hers and Ali felt like she was being hypnotized. Like her head was becoming fuzzy or maybe it was the vodka from earlier.

"She's an innocent… and my roommate. Try to be nice." Digit spoke to the guy and held up the bottle of vodka, "I think she needs to loosen up."

When she entered the apartment she was about to follow Digit but the guy called to her, "Make yourself comfortable."

Turning to where he was he waved a hand to the couch while he messed with the old box TV that started to play music. She watched as the guy's pants hung low on his waist and as he was crouched over his shirt pulled up his back showing some skin and his defined muscles.

"You're going to bite your lip off." Digit holds a cup out to Ali, "Dabi may be jerky but he is still fine."

Dabi turns to the two girls sitting on the couch and smirks at the newcomer whose face was flamed and looking downcast.

He sits in the spot next to her on the couch, their thighs touching. "Were you checking me out?" His husky voice asks as he leans over her to drab his drink from Digit.

His proximity was overwhelming but… she liked it.

"Definitely was. Innocent here was viewing the menu."

Dabi sits back and starts to drink from his cup and so, imitating the atmosphere Ali also starts to drink from her cup.

Her eyes peer over the cup and lock with the ice blue ones that belong to Dabi. She keeps the drink to her lips. Hoping the buzz kicks in soon.

"Just looking at the menu? Are you exclusive?" She feels both of the people watching her. The blue eyes that held hers didn't seem to hold judgment in them though. He was just starting regular conversation.

"Uh, No. I'm not seeing anyone. Not anymore." She turns her head forward and looks at her liquid distorted reflection in the vodka. She felt the anger in her rising like the night at the club all those days ago, "He couldn't decide if he wanted to be exclusive over not."

Her reflection looked pathetic just like the pathetic pity sex he had given her the last few times they were together. She hated this reflection.

Lifting her cup she chugs the rest of the vodka and afterwards she throws a coughing fit that Digit laughs at while she feels Dabi pat her back to try and help.

Ali's coughs turn to laughter thinking about the awkwardness of it all. She turns to Digit, "Stop laughing at my pathetic drinking ability."

Digit laughs even more, "Yeah. You are pretty pathetic, Innocent."

Again with the nickname.

"Digit, you're laughing pretty hard when even you have things that you choke on." Dabi's hand moves off of her back and when he retracts it he places it not back on his thigh but hers.

Right above her knee.

Ali's face burns from his innuendo and hand placement.

"Yeah. Yeah. You like it when I choke." Digit looks pointedly at the hand on Ali's leg, "Dabi making you nervous over there, Innocent?"

"Stop calling me Innocent." Ali bites back, "Yes it makes me nervous but…" Thank god for the liquid courage, she takes Dabi's hand and she swings her legs and shifts her hips to now be on her knees straddling the stranger.

For the second time since being away from Keigo, she was looking down at a mystery man with dark hair.

She looks into the bright blue eyes, "Just because I'm nervous doesn't mean my thoughts are innocent." She bites her lip as she watches the guy lick his bottom burnt lip, "And it doesn't mean that I don't like it." She feels his hand make their way to her hip and so she puts her arms around his neck, "And maybe I want to be tainted."

Those were the last words she heard herself speak that evening because the rest of the night her lips were otherwise occupied.

The kiss had simply started off as a hard press but that turned into their lips feeling one another's. Their heads pivoting and turning to feel the different angles. She was the first to ask for tongue entrance.

Ali could feel him smile as he granted it to her and from there their 2 hour make-out session took off.

It was like fire. They explore one another's oral cavity and their jaws and neck. She felt his fingertips bruise into her hip and when they'd wander her torso. When he'd grip the nape of her neck when he wanted the perfect angle of her mouth for his.

Her own hands feeling the contours of his body and the difference between his regular skin and burnt. The staples were surprisingly warm to the touch. Turning herself on enough to find herself rolling her hips in his lap. Feeling the pressure and friction from his zipper and his own hard on.

They made out for about two hours and ignored as two others entered the apartment. A young blond and a man with a dual colored mask.

After their make-out session Ali was pleased that Dabi didn't just throw her to the side. He'd pulled her onto his lap where she sat and talked with the others. A Toga and Twice who were really friendly.

Day 39

Hanging out with the misfits felt right. She almost didn't want to say goodbye when she did. She vaguely remembered getting home with Digit and in the morning she clicked off instead of snooze. Resulting in her getting to work later and trying to nurture her hangover.

The entire next day There was nothing that could bring her mood down. Even when her boss at work got on her for being late. It could have trickled but it didn't.

Day 41

She felt like she started every day with a few shots of whatever booze was around before heading out to work. It was the small thrill that got her day going.

Her mind would wander to the make out session with Dabi. Sitting at her desk she found that her thighs would press together when her thoughts drifted.

Day 43

In the evenings she continued to play cards with Digit. They were even more light hearted then they were before. Ali drank more than she had before. Enjoying the burn and the buzz.

Tonight she finally had enough of holding off on the question.

"So, are you and Dabi together?" Ali was proud of how nonchalant the question came out. But then again she could already guess the answer.

"Only when we"re fucking." Digit raises a brow at her roommate, "We could invite him over."

Digit gets her answer when she catches Ali starting to bite her bottom lip. Her eyes downcast to her cards. A hue building across her cheeks.

It happened agonizingly slow. Digit making a call in her room to the moment that she heard the knock on her door. Her heart was pounding and when the door opened and she saw the man it didn't make the rhythm any different.

"Hey Ali." The hammering continued. He had remembered her name. He could have easily just stuck with a basic nickname. And in remembering her name she felt a little special.

They were playing a game of slaps. The laughs filling the room and the flirty comments and banter flying across the table between the three of them.

"You know. I only invited you over because Ali was asking about us fucking." It didn't go unnoticed that Digit embellished the conversation that they had.

Dabi looked across the table at the two girls, "Not going to lie. Thought that's why you invited me here."

Digit leaned in close, her arm on Ali's shoulder while her hand started to play with her strands of hair. A flirtatious action that made Ali's ears red. She thought about shifting a bit away but Dabi's raised brows directed at them kept her in place.

"Disappointed Dabi? Maybe Ali and I can make it up to you?" Before Ali could fully comprehend the meaning, Digits hand cupped her cheek and softly brought her in for a kiss.

The sensation was new for Ali. Kissing another girl. Her eyes were still open and peaking over at Dabi he didn't look shocked or confused or annoyed. He looked intrigued.

And suddenly Ali wanted to fuel that for him. So she closed her eyes and started to return her roommates kiss. It felt sensual and delicate. Like Digit was trying to tie a cherry stem or turn pages with her tongue but feared a paper cut.

It may have started as just a kiss but Ali found that she didn't stop her roommate when she started to feel hands pushing the tank tops sleeves off of her shoulders.

Sending a chill across her collarbone and shoulders.

"May I join?" She wasn't even aware that Dabi had moved.

Digit's lips leave her own and Ali watches as Digit's slender fingers slide into Dabi's black hair.

Ali felt a knot in her stomach as she watched their tongues tangle together. Watching Dabi's skin tug at his staples as he maneuvered his mouth with Digit's.

She was memorized and paralyzed by the scene in front of her. A masculine hand reaches toward her and captures the back of her head.

Then a familiar sensation takes over her as she feels his mouth capturing hers. Her brain was fuzzy at everything happening around her.

The chair shifts and she feels as his body was over hers. He was straddling the chair she was sitting in. Not sitting in her lap but his entire body was burning close to hers.

His body temperature is incredibly warm. Ali was clinging to his shirt as their tongues danced for dominance. His large hands cradled her face. His slender fingers messaging her scalp.

The kisses start to travel across her Jae and down her neck. He bypassed her covered chest and lifted her shirt to start kissing her lower abdomen. His hands on her hips. Fingers bruising into her.

Smaller hands were now cherishing her hair and tiny kisses pecked at her ear. Digit's touches were enhancing Dabi's.

Dabi slips his fingertips into the waistband of her pants and lightly tugs asking for permission. Looking down at him she sees that he is now on his knees in front of the chair. Subconsciously she lifts her hips for him.

She doesn't get the chance to watch him as Digit moves her face to start kissing her again.

The tanglement of her tongue and the heated breath right above her core have her raising her hips with need. She feels him kiss her clit making her buck and her teeth bite down on Digit's bottom lip.

She hears the other girl moan into her mouth just before she erupts on for herself too. Finally feeling Dabi's wet tongue flatten against her and slide up her folds and sucking at her throbbing clit.

Ali blanks. When Digit pulls away she can see blood on her lip making Ali lick her own tasting the metallic herself. Feeling aroused by it.

She moans a few curses as she feels him start to finger her and rhythmically lick her clit.

"Look at him." She hears Digit command in her ear.

So she does. Ali looks down at Dabi. His long slim torso hunched over, his left hand keeping her trembling leg open, his face tilted and his hair against her other thigh while his sharp tongue laps away at her. She watches his two fingers lost inside her cunt. Curling, pressing and building herself to release.

His toxic blue eyes on her face.

"A King on his knees for you." Digit whispers. And that was the tipping point.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she felt her thighs tighten around his face. She's trembling and twitching. She felt like she was going to cry.

Dabi is definitely stronger than her as he releases himself. She remembers hearing him chuckle just before she feels him carry her bridal style to her room.