Recharge time did not keep his hands from her long. They spent many more rounds in bed, one of which consisted mostly of his head between her legs and her extremities bound so he could drive her to madness without her attempts to remove him. The man had a sexual appetite that rivaled a teenage boy with his first porno mag.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a fucking machine in bed?" she quipped, swiping her sweat-drenched hair off her neck.

His grin tugged at the staples in his cheeks. "I haven't had a good lay in a while. Wanted to get the most out of it."

Ayumu glanced at the red numbers on the side table. "Six hours." She stared at him incredulously. "You've had me naked in this bed for six hours."

"Not just the bed, baby girl. The table, the wall, the door…"

"Show off."

His eyes heated as they roved over her, tongue flitting over his burnt lip. And then his stomach growled.

She tried to keep it in, but the post-violent-sex high was still in effect, and Ayumu burst into a fit of giggles that preceded into a joyful roar complete with bed-rolling when the man tried to regain his cool.

"You gonna keep laughing, or are ya gonna get dressed?"

She smoothed a hand across her face, frowning as he slipped on his jeans. "I wanted to shower for real this time before heading home."

Dabi batted the idea away. "Nah, food comes first. Get your ass dressed and we'll go grab some ramen."

Ayumu hummed and took inventory of her battered body. Between the delicious aches spanning her limbs, crossing her torso, her stomach was an empty pit. "I didn't realize I was hungry."

"Fucking like that will build up an appetite." His eyes wandered her body as she rose from the body, stretching and seeking out her clothes.

She shimmied into clean underwear from her bag, then tutted. "You know, we really should shower. We probably reek of sex."

"So? We'll sit outside if it bothers you so much." As Ayumu bent over to retrieve her shirt from the floor Dabi laid a resounding smack on her ass.

"Hey! Do you ever have enough?"

"Not when you bend over like that." He grinned cheekily. "I could always just eat that pretty pussy until I'm ready to go again."

She pulled her kaleidoscopic hair in a ponytail, wiping the sweat from the back of her neck. "Unfortunately, that doesn't do much for my hunger."

Once she was dressed she turned to find he'd finished up himself. Dabi wrapped an arm around her, tugging her into him and nipping at the juncture of her shoulder and throat. "You can suck my dick after. That pretty little mouth looks so good wrapped around it." She slapped his chest and he released her to open the door, waving her through. His hand returned to her waist as soon as they were through to the outside world.

"You certainly are touchy-feely."

He hummed. "I don't think either of us gets much physical contact, doll. I'm just making up for lost time."

Her brows furrowed. "I thought you didn't have problems getting laid."

A shadow passed behind his eyes. "The scars are too much for some people."

"Some chicks dig scars."

His teeth flashed again, accompanied by a dry chuckle. "Those chicks usually have enough scars of their own."

The wall that had started to build was lowered once more, and Dabi picked up his playful banter again.

It struck Ayumu that she liked Dabi; they'd only known one another for a few weeks, and only met in person three times now. She didn't know much about him, other than that he had a heat related Quirk, was a criminal, and was an avid sadomasochist. Most of their conversations steered away from anything too serious, as they had their issues to dance around. But here, now, as he was with her… he was fun, disarming.

"You need to be more appropriate in public, young man," she admonished after his hand darted down to grab her ass.

His brows rose. "'Young man?'"

"You are younger than I am."

"By a few years," he countered. "You're hardly an 'older woman.'"

"But I am, kid."

He growled and tugged her into an alley, shoving her against the brick wall with one hand on her throat and one knee between her legs. "I will fucking beat your ass, woman."

Her eyes burned up into his own and her lips parted to bite out a response-

"Hey, you there! What are you doing to her?"

A young hero had appeared at the other end of the alleyway, striking a pose as he stared down at them.

"Fucking…" She felt the heat and tore her gaze back to the ma holding her. One of her hands laid on his chest.

"We're fine," Ayumu tried to assure the young hero, but Dabi dropped away from her and lifted a blue flame in his palm. The hero's eyes widened and the ball of fire was flying at him.

Ayumu grabbed Dabi's wrist, almost flinching at the scorch of his skin. "What are you doing?" The hero was struggling to his feet after having narrowly avoided the flame. Fire as blue as Dabi's burning eyes flickered at the end of the alley.

"You!" The hero took a step forward, settling into a fighting stance.

Dabi attempted to shake off her grip, raising his other hand like one would to toss a baseball. A breath passed and he frowned, turned to his empty hand, then back to her as understanding dawned across his features. He shoved Ayumu with enough force she tore away from him and against the wall, air forced from her lungs as she struck the brick.

The next fireball caught the hero just enough that the man was distracted, then she found herself being hauled away while Dabi worked his phone with one hand.

"Let me go!"

He snarled at her as his fingers bruised into her soft flesh. "Shut the fuck up."

"Dabi-"

He swung her to face him, shaking her shoulders. "You lying ass bitch. A fuckin' memory Quirk, huh?"

"I never-"

Dabi pushed at her shoulders and Ayumu stumbled over her feet, righting herself in a crouch. One of his boots slammed into her sternum and she toppled over, through a wall of black that had appeared behind her, and into a building.

His fists were in her shirt, lifting her against another wall before she could gain enough mind to wonder what had happened.

"Dabi, please-"

Her vision whited out in a burst and heat flooded her cheek from his knuckles flying across her face. "What the fuck is your Quirk?"

"Dabi-"

He smacked across her untouched cheek and her head snapped in the other direction. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't about your Quirk, I'm going to burn your lying fucking tongue out of your mouth."

Ayumu could taste the salty, metallic tang of blood. Her eyes widened and her tongue darted drily across her lips. "It's called Transference. When someone touches me, they can't use their Quirk and-"

"So that shit about memories was a lie."
"No!" A fine tremble was working up from her toes. "No, that happens too. Like the energy from their Quirk is absorbed into me in the form of memories." Tears sprang to her eyes. "Please, Dabi. I didn't lie. I didn't mean to-"

"Is that right, doll? You just decided to withhold this information when I asked, huh?" One thumb stroked over her pulse point, relishing in the violent thud. "Lucky for you, I don't need my Quirk to kill you."

"Don't, please." Her hands clutched at his jacket desperately as the tears spilled down swollen cheeks. Her fingers skirted against his wrist, tracing the bones up the back of his hand.

His eyes narrowed as he stared down at her, her eyes nearly as red as the blood staining her teeth and her features openly begging for mercy. Despite the fear written in the shaking of her limbs, she was still reaching out to him, still touching him, clinging. He didn't know if it pissed him off more than it made him want her.

A scratchy, irritated voice broke through the tension of strung between the two. "What the fuck is going on here?"