A/N

While this chapter contains talk about safe-wording and the lack thereof, I consider this sexual assault. It isn't possible to fully consent in a situation where power has actually been stripped of a person. Therefore, while Ayumu may be practical about all of this and even enjoy some of it, it is nonconsensual. Just keep that in mind going forward.

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"Wake the fuck up."

Ugh. Ayumu pushed herself up to a sitting position, scrubbing her eyes with her forearm.

"Oh, for fucks— Don't do that; you're making a mess."

"What?" She frowned as her arm dropped to her side. "Isn't this Shigaraki's room?"

Dabi raised a brow; he was standing over her, arms crossed and eyes intense. "Yeah, and I came to get you. Unless you don't wanna eat?"

Oh, the ink. It was smeared and rubbed over her body now, and probably Shigaraki's sheets. Not that the man seemed to care much for cleanliness. "Can I shower first?"

"Only if I go in there with you." A sly smirk pulled at the staples across his cheeks.

"Just a bathroom break then," Ayumu sighed.

"Suit yourself, doll." He wrapped a hand around her wrist and tugged her up, and she realized the chain was no longer on her. "We'll just save the shower for later."

Ayumu sneered. "Your shower privileges are revoked."

"Don't say that. You know you enjoy being wet and naked with me."

She shot him a glare as the door to the bathroom swung shut in his face. He cracked up.

It was rushed work scrubbing the residual ink from her limbs (and the smears on her face), but she was soon rid of it and not a moment too soon. Dabi banged on the door, calling, "You have ten seconds, then I'm coming in and we can figure it out together."

"I'm done."

He favored her with a cursory glance (licking his lips as his fluorescent blue eyes slinked upward again), nodding. "There's food at the bar." Dabi slung an arm around her shoulders, took a sniff of her hair that had Ayumu stiffening in his grip. "Why so skittish, babygirl?"

"Are you kidding me?" His lack of response was enough to prompt her again. "You kidnapped me, almost killed me yesterday— was that yesterday?" She shook her head. "And you are holding me captive. That tends to change the dynamics at play, Dabi."

The door into the bar swung behind them in a whooshing rush as he led her to a booth in the corner. "I thought you were into a little power play."

Ayumu reminded herself that he probably had some form of antisocial personality disorder, drawing her tongue slowly across her teeth to bite back her first instinctual comments. "When it's consensual."

"You're into roleplay, too, right? Just pretend it is consensual." She wanted to smack the staples right off his smug face, and her thoughts must have shone to some degree, because his grin only widened. "Ah, here we are. Good man, Kurogiri. Thanks for the food."

Kurogiri, the overly polite barkeeper-cum-portal set two bowls of steaming ramen on the table.

"Thanks for the food." Her voice was reluctant, but the phrase was too deeply ingrained in her to suppress. Besides, she was grateful to eat.

It was a welcome distraction from the fire demon, the man who seemed to consume her attention whenever he was near. The noodles were the cheap, instant kind, but supplemented by vegetables Kurogiri had kindly added to the broth. Vegetables were a rarity, so welcome in her diet. When was the last time she'd even seen fresh mushrooms?

"If I'd known you were this happy when you had food, maybe I'd have taken you out for a bite sooner."

Ayumu glanced up from her bowl, cheeks burning hot when she realized she'd been groaning in delight, closing her eyes, savoring the food throughout the meal. She slurped up the noodles that were halfway to her mouth and patted at the broth on her lips, looking away.

"It's cute."

"Fuck off," she spat.

His hand shot out to engulf her wrist, the staples between the pale flesh of his extremity and the darker skin of the scar tissue flashing. "Are you done eating?" Dabi peeked in her bowl to see only a little broth and noodles left. "Good enough. Get over here."

Her shoulder jerked with the attempt to pull away from him; she'd have more bruises under her skin tomorrow. "I'll stay here."

One sharp tug was enough for her to slam painfully against the edge of the table; Ayumu got the message and stood beside him. No sooner had she moved than she was sprawled on his lap, feet dangling off one thigh.

"Did you have fun last night with Shigaraki?"

She pointedly did not look at him. "Jealous?"

A warm palm traced up her thigh. "I don't know. Tell me how much fun you had so I can decide."

"For murderous villains, you both are rather cuddly." The quip landed to his chuckle.

"So the boss likes to cuddle after, too, huh? Not surprised. Touching a living girl is a new experience for him." Dabi's lips skimmed her shoulder where the too-big shirt had slipped. "How long did he last?"

Ayumu rolled her shoulders, jaw tight as she spoke. "Is everything about sex with you?"

"What else are we supposed to talk about, the UA Sports Festival? Art history?" Dabi snorted. "Considering we agreed to keep you here and alive for sex, you'd think you would be a little more eager to prove you're worth the air you breathe."

What a charmer. "I have a much higher self-esteem than that."

"You have your fair share of issues," he retorted, as though what Ayumu said had been a slight.

It would seem she needed a different route. "We've had good conversations before."

His hands were slowly roaming her body, skimming from her thighs to her lower stomach, already beneath the hem of the long shirt. "I like pillow talk. Let's fuck and I'm happy to participate."

"No means no, Dabi."

His hands rolled over her breasts and massaged them in a brutal grip. "I don't remember using 'no' as a safeword. What I do remember is how wet you get when I slap your bratty ass around."

Tears blurred her vision as Dabi's grip refused to leave her body, thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples between them. It was unfortunate he was holding her against her will, because Ayumu found him (for whatever ridiculous reason; yeah, the guy had great bone structure and pretty eyes, but she was fairly certain he might qualify as a serial killer) insanely attractive. Her hormones were slowly ramping up, tightening dizzily in her lower stomach. She wondered what would happen if she said 'red.'

"I—"

"Why isn't she in my room?"

The whirling vortex that was Kurogiri reformed behind a now-present Shigaraki. He was wearing more hands, a morbid costume gripping him from multiple angles. Seeing her eyes widen and dart over him, he began removing the extraneous hands, leaving only the one on his face before he sat where she had only moments ago.

"I figured she would need to eat after you put her through the wringer yesterday." Dabi was still toying with her nipples, and by the way Shigaraki's one visible eye wandered over her, widened, shifted away, he hadn't realized what was going on until now. "Other than the fucking drawings she had all over her, can't find any marks on her. Didn't figure you for the gentle lovemaking type, boss."

"Stop it." She smacked his chest and it had all the effect of a butterfly wing.

The blush could be seen even with Shigaraki wearing the hand.

"What? I'm giving him a chance to brag, since you're keeping so tight-lipped." Dabi's grip slipped down to resituate her; Ayumu's back was now against his own, her thighs hooked on the outside of his own so she was splayed open. "She's a good lay, right? Pretty little pierced nipples—"

The other man nearly choked on air.

She could practically feel the arrogance rolling off Dabi, the way he was casually alert like a circling shark. "Now how did this little vixen talk her way out of that?"

Would the tension play a melody if someone plucked it? Neither she nor the man across the table made the attempt.

"You naughty girl." Dabi slipped the palm on her waist down inside the boxers that had been shielding her. " Dirty girl."

Both hands dug into his arm as she tried to pull it away. Any attempt to speak was blocked as her throat was now braced in the crook of his elbow.

"Don't let her fool you, boss. She gets off on being used. Little slut is fucking dripping right now." Ayumu's expression twisted, cheeks burning in fury; Dabi tightened his hold on her throat until she slumped back again. "Oh, she liked that. Tightened right up. I bet she wished she had a dick in there." His fingers swirled around her entrance, thumb stroking her clit. "I can smell how hot you are, doll." He glanced through surprisingly long lashes to see Shigaraki's face was no longer covered, his eyes were glued to the sight in front of him, his mouth slightly agape. "And she tastes like fucking heaven. Ever tasted good pussy, boss?" Dabi smirked as he raised slick fingers to demonstrate how wet she was. His eyes narrowed as they considered his next move and slowly reached out. "Taste for yourself." One knuckle grazed chapped lips, then a surprisingly pink tongue darted out.

First Shigaraki licked the shine on his lips, then he leaned forward to wrap his tongue around the fingers presented to him. His scarlet eyes fluttered shut as he savored the taste.

If Ayumu hadn't been held against his chest she would have thought Dabi was totally in command, at ease. His thundering pulse gave him away.

"Her mouth tastes pretty good, too. Did she even let you kiss her?" Shigaraki slowly shook his head. "Come over and try her out yourself."

She wanted to scream, wanted to push away, to fight, but Dabi's choke tightened until her hot tears finally flooded over. When her vision cleared it was to see Shigaraki's awed face over her before he pressed his mouth to hers.

Her humiliated sob sparked a moan of his own and he deepened the kiss, tongue shoving to the back of her throat, around her mouth, maybe counting her teeth with how thoroughly he explored. Both were panting when he finally pulled away, his tongue connected to her by a bridge of saliva as though reluctant to part from her.

She was putty as Dabi shifted her again, standing with her bridal style. "Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable, eh?"

Shigaraki's cheeks nearly matched his eyes. He nodded, stood, storing Father away. "Your room or mine?"

"Mine." Dabi smirked. "Definitely mine.

Notes:

If you like this story you might like[[ save scum ]] by feral_creep on AO3. The author describes Dabi's kinks as: daddy issues (his or others'), having the opportunity to do the right thing and not doing it, and revenge. Truly beautiful.

I'm also working on finishing Breaking Point, then more updates to my other works. I think Beyond Control has three to four more meaty chapters left. To the Victors has... a lot. It's slow going, same with Dark Waters. Cassiel's Lament, I'm mentally working through the transition that's upcoming for it, same with Pretty, Fragile Things. But once I get past those points, it should be easier going.