"We aren't supposed to play with you." The two smaller children's eyes were wide and sad. "Sorry, Touya."
He kicked at the ground as tears blurred his vision. It hurt; he'd expected it, but it hurt anyway. It hurt more than the burnt tissue on his side, though it wasn't a physical pain.
"Touya, come here." The command boomed from inside the house. He scrubbed away the tears before he trailed inside; mom avoided his gaze like always. "C'mere. We need to go over this week's schedule." He climbed onto a chair and finally looked up at the large man who was his father, the man who pushed him to grow beyond his limits, the man who forbade him from playing with his own siblings.
Endeavor? Ayumu rubbed the sleep from her eyes and tried to sit up in the black room. There was too much weight on her body for that. She was tangled up in extraneous limbs; her own body was sore and leaden as well. Dry lips brushed her shoulder and she realized the predicament; Ayumu was in bed between the two villains she'd had sex with before falling asleep.
Sex? Rape? Semi-rape? Is that a thing? She sighed, trying to work through the nature of what had transpired. On the one hand, she was a prisoner. Prisoners by definition lacked a certain amount of autonomy. As her captors, Dabi and Shigaraki had power over her. Thus, no sex could be completely free from that dynamic. On the other, it had been mindblowing. She was most definitely still attracted to the burned up asshole. However, that didn't mean she would have gone through with sex if not in this situation.
What if I had safeworded? He might not have listened, or he'd have found a different way to coerce me. Look at how easily he manipulated Tomura.
For all his villainy, Shigaraki was surprisingly unversed in sex. It was quite possible he was an incel.
She shifted, nose scrunching at the seeping mixed semen dripping out of her and dried between her thighs. She needed a shower. And then a bath. And then more food. And then an escape plan.
Yeah, that's totally happening.
Whatever. She'd take what she could get as she got the opportunity. For now, Ayumu wanted to take advantage of the fact that she was neither bound nor facing the two villains awake. She slid one arm off her, eased her leg from beneath another, unravelled the knot that was two bodies tangled with hers. She sat up, crawled to the foot of the bed, and slipped a foot to the floor. A stagnant breath released between her pursed lips. The second foot hit the throw rug beside the bed. It was cozy; Dabi's room, now that she could see it, was a vast improvement on Tomura's.
The bed was king size, of course, and took up most of the small room. Television gleamed across the room, all the little power buttons and blinking lights flashing enough that she could sense the layout. She idly wondered what else she would see if the light was on.
Before she stepped away, her wrist caught in an iron grip. Shining eyes met hers as she glanced over her shoulder.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going, dollface?" His velvet voice was further textured by the edge of sleep still evident.
Ayumu answered honestly, "Toilet, shower, maybe to find some food."
"Uh-huh." Dabi sat up and ran his free hand through tousled black hair. "Then you won't mind me tagging along."
Her chest deflated. "Whatever." She tugged uselessly on her wrist. "Just keep your hands to yourself, alright? I'm sore." She glanced back at a still sleeping Tomura before the door shut behind them.
"He doesn't sleep much, but apparently sleeps like the dead when he does," Dabi responded to the unspoken question.
"Unlike you," she said.
A wry smile flitted over his features. "Yeah, I wake at a pin drop."
"Can I pee before the shower?" They'd reached the bathroom and she stood in the doorway, frozen when his grip remained.
"Yeah, whatever." His hand finally removed from her wrist, but he bullied through the door before she could close it.
"What the fuck!"
Dabi twisted on the shower, hand under the pelting water. "Go piss already, I ain't stopping you."
"Could you leave?" She crossed her arms, self-conscious of the fact that she was still naked.
"Nope." Dabi turned back to her and mimicked her stance. "I can keep standing here and watch you, or I can get in the shower and you can stop your bitching and go."
Her jaw tightened. "Fine."
How she wanted to slap the smirk from his face. "Good girl."
Nothing had quite prepared her for this particular humiliation, but she supposed it could be worse. He couldn't clearly see her through the shower door, nor could he hear her over the hiss from the showerhead. It was still uncomfortable.
Once she'd finished she briefly entertained the idea of fleeing. Because that would work; he would have no hesitation running me down, naked or not.
"Get your ass in here." Time's up.
The steam plumed against her cheeks as she entered the shower. Dabi was under the stream, rinsing shampoo from his hair. Once the suds were gone he stepped to the side to begin soaping up his body.
It was just a little distracting, she admitted to herself as she watched bubbles foam over his chest and trace downward. "Enjoying the view?" When she didn't respond, Dabi tugged her further into the shower and began plying her with soap.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
His hands ran under her hair to rub the nape of her neck, behind her ears, down to her shoulders. "It didn't look like you were gonna wash yourself any time soon, so I thought I'd help." Dabi rubbed his chin against her hair. "Feels good, huh?"
"I can wash myself."
He laughed and continued soaping down her arms, her sides. Ayumu hissed through clenched teeth as he brushed over damaged skin. "Shut up and let daddy take care of you."
"Stop pushing your daddy issues onto other people." Her dream ticked forward in her mind, remembering the oppressive glare of the fire hero. They had the same burning blue eyes.
He clicked his tongue as his hands parted her thighs. "Maybe I'm just a kinky fucker."
She hummed. "Yeah, sure, Touya." One palm slammed into the tile wall to hold herself up as he gripped the meat of her inner thighs.
"Do not fucking call me that." His voice was warning smoke. "And if you tell anyone what you think you know about me, I will turn you into ashes from the inside out. Got it?"
She nodded, but he didn't move. Finally Ayumu stuttered, "Y-yes, Dabi."
He stood straight against her and patted her head. "You need to keep in your lane here. This ain't a country club. We're villains. Just because I like you— like fucking you— doesn't mean you can mouth off."
"So, what? I'm just supposed to be a good girl and wait for one of you to use me?" Ayumu faced him now, leaning against smooth tile. "I'm a person, Dabi. I can't sit pretty in a corner until you're bored enough with me to turn me to ash."
"Not my problem, doll."
"It is," she reminded him. "You brought me here. You put me in Shigaraki's path, so now I have to worry about him killing—"
He rolled his eyes. "Shigaraki won't dust you. You're the first woman who's ever played with his dick."
"He's a man-child."
"Relax. I got this handled." He squirted liquid into his palm and tugged her closer.
"You were going to kill me yourself," she reminded him.
Dabi began lathering up her hair, fingers rubbing at her scalp in soothing circles. "I was pissed. But I wasn't actually going to kill you unless you forced my hand."
"Instead you pawn me off on Shigaraki." She hissed when his fingers knotted in her hair in silent reprimand.
"No." Dabi leaned down to growl in her ear. "I might let the boss fuck you, keep you in his room at times, but don't forget who brought you here. You're mine."
Ayumu fell silent for the remainder of the shower. He got out first and patted himself dry as she stared at the wall behind him, contemplating his words. "Why share if you're so possessive?"
He beckoned her forward and began running the towel over her skin. "Shigaraki is smart— maybe not with personal relationships, but tactically." Dabi had started at her feet and the sight of him peering up at her was too appealing. It didn't last long, though his smirk said he'd noted her reaction. "There aren't many ways to manipulate him, but you managed to find one."
"And so did you."
"I'd say I used your foundation to build my own up." He rubbed the towel against her head to get the loose droplets out.
"You could have tried the same thing without me," she pointed out.
And he chuckled, shook his head. "Nah. Outside of a little bit in a threesome, crusty wouldn't do anything with a guy. And outside of a threesome I wouldn't be able to stand him."
Ayumu eyed him slyly. "He has a nice dick."
"That means fuck-all to me since I like sticking mine into holes, not getting one stuck into me. Hungry?"
"I need clothes."
He surveyed her naked form huddling in the towel. "I think you look good like this."
"Yeah, if you want a health hazard in the bar," she snapped back. "Are you going to be wearing clothes?" He nodded. "Then lend me something. Or better yet, send me home where my clothes are."
"Yeah fuckin' right." Dabi tugged the towel away and hung it to dry.
"Why not? You can just dump your phone, you said it yourself. I have no idea where this is. I'm harmless," Ayumu implored, her eyes growing bright with emotion. "What was your plan originally? Play with me, fuck me a few times, then lose the number, right? Hopefully before I saw anything suspicious."
He leaned against the bathroom door, staring down at her. "I was gonna try to get you to play sleepover so I could gauge your dream, then maybe set up one more meeting before ghosting," Dabi admitted. "Seemed the smart way to play it."
"You can still do that."
He opened his mouth to counter, but a loud knocking interrupted whatever he was going to say.
"Hey, get outta there already! Other people need the bathroom, too."
Dabi scowled. "Gimme a damn minute!" The voice on the other side of the door grumbled, but walked away. "They'll be back soon; c'mon." One hand encircled her wrist and he dragged her naked form back to his bedroom, where Shigaraki had already vacated.
Ayumu wrapped her arms around herself and gazed up at him pathetically. "Dabi—"
"Shut up." He tossed her one of his white t-shirts as he dressed himself. She pulled the clothing on before he could second-guess it, which was smart seeing as he was now looking at her with the most serious expression she'd seen on him outside of murderous intent. After a long moment, he approached her only to pull a chain from where it curled around a bedpost. He manacled her ankle to her soft protests. "I'll be back later. Behave yourself."
She stood beside his bed and contemplated tearing apart anything she could reach; instead she crumpled to the mattress after hurling a pillow at the door.