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The real problem with quirks, Tomura thinks, beyond the obvious societal implications of superpowers, is that they're so damn unpredictable. Sure, two people with water related quirks will probably pass a similar, water related quirk down to their kid, but there's a good chance the kid will come out with a quirk that turns the damn sky orange if he sneezes, or something. It's absurd, really, the biological implications, the sheer randomness of quirks, defying genetics and logic all at once. 

Say, for example, the most boring looking woman in the world, wearing a three piece suit and dull brown hair in a tight, no nonsense bun, holding a suitcase. From appearances alone, her quirk must be relatively tame. Uninvasive, perhaps something that assists her with her regular office job. 

Incorrect. That woman, apparently , could create the world's most annoying, mind numbing aphrodisiac at will, and would not hesitate to use said quirk when threatened. He'd admire the blatant disregarding of quirk use laws, really, if his stupid idiot of a right hand wasn't the one who'd spooked her and thusly gotten a faceful of boner-smoke. 

"Dabi," Tomura sighs, exasperated, and doesn't find the heart to continue. The tone says it all, he thinks. 

"You're gonna need to talk Kurogiri into taking me out peacefully, like putting a dog down," Dabi wheezes out, laden with self deprecating humor even though they're doubled over on a couch in the main area of the base, looking like they've just run a marathon and blowing literal wisps of smoke out of their mouth. "I don't know how much more I can take of this."

"It should wear off in an hour or so," Kurogiri says a little too quickly, not looking up from where he's polishing glasses behind the bar. "Most gas based, hormone and pheromone affecting quirks do."

"An hour ?” Dabi whines, then groans, flopping back against the couch cushions. Their eyes are closed, head tilted back, healthy skin all flushed and sweaty and they look so goddamn fucked out that Tomura kind of wants to jump them right there on the couch. Shit , he didn't get any of it on him, did he? He doesn't think so. 

He takes a step away from Dabi anyway, just in case the quirk is lingering somehow, contagious.

"You're the one who decided to try and rob her," Tomura needles, because he can't help himself.

"Well, yeah , but I didn't think she was gonna hit me with her fucking quirk," Dabi 

grumbles, crossing their arms over their chest. "She works some low level desk admin job for the hero commission, ‘course I was gonna take the chance to get her laptop and shit for us to hack."

"The hero commission," Tomura says, raising his eyebrows. "You attacked someone directly involved with the commission?" 

Dabi waves a hand, "Not that high up in the hierarchy. An in is an in, that's all."

Tomura shakes his head, but doesn't press the issue. He's honestly pretty impressed with Dabi's choice in targets, considering that the rest of the league stray towards vandalism and public nudity instead of being useful without being ordered around, but he doesn't want to inflate their ego any more than he has to- plus, they failed.

"Was your plan to publicly kidnap her, then, or did you want her out of the picture entirely?" Tomura asks, sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of Dabi.

"What, kill her?" Dabi asks, opening one eye to peer at Tomura. "No, not really. Just wanted to fuck with the hero commission a little bit, you know? And maybe get a little intel if she was dumb enough to carry it on her laptop. It's not like they don't do worse to us. Besides, I didn't actually expect her to use it, so it's not like I meant to hurt her. I didn't even try to burn her, I was just gonna grab her shit."

Tomura has some doubts about that. "Whatever you say. But now you're dosed up on her quirk, which we don't know will actually wear off within the hour, and I'm pretty sure your dick is about to explode through your ugly-ass pants." He drops his gaze to Dabi's cock visibly straining against the tight material, trying to be pointed and mocking about it all; but he has to avert his eyes too quickly for Dabi to even notice the snide expression.

"Shut the fuck up," Dabi says, but there's no malice behind it, and they're notably not making any moves to sit up. "These are peak fashion. And get Kurogiri to go get me some sweatpants or something then, because I am not going out in public like this."

"You're not going out in public at all until that quirk wears off," Kurogiri says, stern and solemn from the bar. "You're vulnerable. Go upstairs to your room and... Work it off instead. It's as good an idea as any to help it... Move out of your system." The man sounds more awkward than when he tried giving Tomura ‘the talk’, exhausted, and Tomura can't blame him. This isn't even the most ridiculous thing a member of the league has gotten into this week; what with Twice and the pet shop incident. They're still finding bags of dog food stuffed into out of the way cupboards.

"Fine," Dabi huffs, but doesn't seem to have any intention on making a move from the couch. "Shigaraki, help me get upstairs and deal with this."

Tomura raises his eyebrows, "Me?"

"You're the one who pointed out my situation ; aka the massive boner I'm sporting, so the least you can do is help me take care of it."

Tomura rolls his eyes, standing. "I'll help you get to your room, because you're already ugly enough without eating shit trying to climb the stairs, but you can take care of it yourself."

"But boss ," Dabi says, and fuck, they're whining, and looking up at Tomura with wide eyes, and their hair is messy and falling into their face, and Tomura is really quite homosexual, actually, with a penchant for dramatic scars. " Please ?"

"Oh my god , shut up," Tomura says, but he's moving to grab Dabi's arm, pinky up, and help them off the couch. "I have standards, Frankenstein's monster, I'm not helping you jerk off."

"Not even if I beg?" Dabi asks, sounding rather genuine and not even snarking back at all the insults, and Tomura tries very, very hard not to think about that too much, because they are in the middle of the living room, and the last thing he needs is for Kurogiri to witness him bust a nut over Dabi's stupid, sexy whining.

" No , not even if you beg," Tomura says, his voice fortunately coming out firm and unimpressed, leading Dabi towards the stairs. He's already getting knots low in his stomach over the closeness as Dabi slings their arm over his shoulders. 

They're halfway up the stairs when Dabi shifts closer, pressing themselves entirely against Tomura's side, tall and warm and smelling like ash and smoke, and Tomura thinks maybe he should just make sure Dabi gets to their bed okay and then hightail it to his own room to jerk off in shame, but then Dabi starts talking.

"I want to beg," they say, and it comes out low and rough and makes Tomura's skin tingle. "I want you to make me beg."

"Shut the fuck up," Tomura hisses, yanking Dabi into their room and instinctively shutting the door with a kick. "You don't know what you're saying, you're drugged out of your mind right now."

"Nah," Dabi says, sliding from Tomura's side and dropping down onto the unmade bed with a grin. "I know exactly what I'm saying. And I know what you're saying, too. I've been watching."

Tomura blinks, "What?"

"You think I haven't noticed?" Dabi asks, tilting their head. "I've been here for a while now, you know. You don't exactly hide how you look at me, especially when we're fighting , you know, all those pretty threats you sling at me. I've seen you staring at me, the way you look at me when I walk around the bar in just my civvies, like you're about to drag me upstairs and fuck me into the mattress. I've noticed, baby ."

Tomura opens his mouth, then closes it again, because he doesn't really know how to respond to that- because he can't really deny it. Sure, Dabi isn't wrong, but Tomura didn't think he was so transparent about it. The mortifying ordeal of his attraction being known and witnessed is almost enough to make him want to decay himself on the spot, if only his quirk would work on himself.

"Don't get all shy on me, I've been flirting with you for months. You should be used to it by now," Dabi says, and while they sound a little less woozy than they did when they were in the main room, they're still grinning in a way that makes Tomura feel kind of like Dabi is about to have a stroke. Or maybe Tomura is the one who's about to have a spontaneous medical crisis, and this is his brain mocking him by conjuring hallucinations of his weird crush right before his demise. 

"I thought you were just being an asshole," Tomura admits, voice a little small, because he can't think of anything else to say.

"I am an asshole," Dabi says, and then leans back on the bed, lifting their hips to unbutton and unzip their pants, and, oh. "But I'm also really fucking horny. So, are you gonna help me out here, or not?"

Tomura is still standing in the middle of Dabi's room, staring at them, taking in the expanse of their chest as Dabi pulls their shirt over their head, the way their pants are hanging off sharp hips, the bulge of that stupidly big dick in those stupidly tight boxers. Tomura knows he's being played, but he's also starting to not care. It's been a long time since someone has actively flirted with him, much less wanted to sleep with him, and there's something intoxicating about knowing that Dabi wants him , specifically. And they don't seem to give a shit about Tomura's... Everything.

"I'll do whatever you say, boss," Dabi says, and Tomura swallows, throat clicking. "I'll let you ruin me, if that's what you want."

"What do you want?" Tomura asks, and he's not sure why that's the question he settles on, but it makes Dabi's grin widen.

"I want you to take control," Dabi hums, and it sounds a little breathless now, their eyes a little glazed. "I want to be yours. Your good boy."

Fuck. If Tomura wasn't already wet before, he definitely is now. He absolutely, undoubtedly, should not do anything except walk out of the room right now. Dabi isn't sober, isn't of sound mind, and their consent isn't precisely trustworthy because of that. 

However . Tomura is a villain. Greedy, selfish. A monster under the bed, even. 

He steps closer to the mattress, and then closer still, until he's standing between Dabi's spread legs. He reaches out, hesitating for just a second, before he places four of his fingers on Dabi's cheek, pressing gently. Dabi hums, leaning into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.

"You mean that?" Tomura asks, his voice coming out surprisingly low and rough. Dabi nods, turning their head to press a kiss to Tomura's palm. It's too much for Tomura. He needs to take control now, or he's going to combust. "Okay, then. Take your pants off and get on your knees."

Dabi blinks those intensely blue eyes open, and Tomura has half a second to worry that they're going to backtrack, to regret this, to laugh in Tomura's face, but instead, their pupils are blown wide and their lips are parted, and they're scrambling to pull their pants off. It's a little awkward, the way Dabi shuffles their pants down their legs, kicking off their shoes and sliding off the bed, but they manage it all the same, until they're kneeling on the floor, cock hard and flushed against their stomach, the ladder of piercings along the underside catching in the dim light of the room.

Tomura steps closer, pressing his hand against Dabi's cheek again, and Dabi tilts their head up to look at him, eyes wide and hungry.

"Good," Tomura breathes, and Dabi fucking whimpers , fuck. "You're already so good for me."

Dabi shudders, and Tomura thinks maybe they could come untouched, just from this. Something that the two of them could explore, maybe, if this happens again. He can always hope. 

Tomura lets his hand slide down from Dabi's cheek to their jaw, resting two fingers beneath their chin, holding them there. He lets his thumb brush over Dabi's bottom lip, and Dabi opens their mouth for him, eyes never leaving Tomura's. It's a rush of power, and Tomura kind of wants to collapse in on himself like a dying star, because is this actually happening? Is Dabi really kneeling on the floor for him, wanting him like this, trusting him?

"Are you just gonna stare at me all night, or are you gonna use me?" Dabi goads, voice rough and hoarse like they're in the middle of smoking a cigarette, and Tomura wants to smack them for it almost as much as he wants to spit in their mouth, but he knows Dabi's just trying to press his buttons, and he's not going to give them the satisfaction. Besides, he's not sure how Dabi feels about impact play and degradation, and they get tossed around enough in their fights with heroes that he's willing to bet more bruises simply aren't worth it. 

He inhales, sharp. “Pinch me if you don't like something.” He says, waits for Dabi to nod in acknowledgement (and roll their eyes, fucking brat), “Tongue out," he commands, popping the button on his skinny jeans and tugging them and his boxers down in one motion, to the slight swell of his thighs. His dick is already flushed and swollen, filling out with blood and peeking out of its hood, the folds of his cunt slick with his arousal. Dabi looks up at him, eyes wide, and obediently sticks their tongue out, letting Tomura slide the head of his dick across it, pressing against it. Dabi moans at that, and Tomura can feel the vibration of it, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine.

"You want my cock in your mouth so bad, don't you?" Tomura asks, and Dabi whines. "Go ahead then. I know you want to show me what you can do."

Dabi makes another desperate little noise at that, and leans forward, wrapping their lips around the jut of Tomura's clit, sucking gently, teasingly. Tomura lets them play for a moment, lets them press their tongue against the underside of his clit and into his folds, letting it slip further into their mouth. He pulls away when Dabi gets too close to his hole, pulling them back by the hair with a warning tug, and Dabi moans, leaning back in to suck his dick into their mouth again.

"Good," Tomura says, a little more breathy than he intended, and Dabi whimpers. "You're doing so well, my good boy."

He lets Dabi suck and lick at him for a  while, occasionally using his grip on his hair to angle Dabi's head just right, grinding on their tongue in sharp rolls of his hips, using the other just like Dabi asked him to. He loses himself to it for a while, the easy way Dabi goes where they're tugged and pulled, the little whimpers and moans they make against Tomura's clit, until he can feel the heat and pressure building in his gut, edging on an orgasm and making his thighs tremble. He pulls them away, then, sliding his dick out of their mouth with a wet noise. Dabi looks up at him with glassy eyes, lips slick and drool running down their chin, and Tomura strokes their cheek gently, careful of the staples.

"Such a good boy," Tomura says, and Dabi sways on their knees, looking like they could come at any second. They're already leaking precome down their cock, and Tomura knows they must be aching , hard and desperate and waiting for permission.

He wriggles the rest of the way out of his pants and takes a step back, dropping down onto the edge of the bed, spreading his legs. Dabi watches him, licking their lips, waiting for their next order. Tomura grins.

"Come here," he says, crooking a finger in a come hither gesture, and Dabi wastes no time scrambling forward, settling between Tomura's spread thighs, warm hands coming to rest on Tomura's knees. Tomura pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it onto the floor with the rest of their clothes, and then leans back, bracing himself with one careful hand behind him on the mattress.

"You wanna fuck me, pretty boy?" he asks, and Dabi nods. "Then go ahead and show me how much you want me."

Dabi shuffles closer, pressing a kiss to Tomura's inner thigh, just below the swell of his cunt, and then they lean in, licking a stripe up his slit before wrapping their lips around Tomura's clit again, sucking gently like they've learned he likes, pulling a low moan from Tomura's lips.

"Yeah, just like that," Tomura almost purrs, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Dabi's hair, tugging gently. "Just like that, fuck, good boy ."

Dabi whimpers, pressing closer, opening their mouth wider so they can take more of Tomura's cock into their mouth. Tomura gasps, letting his head fall back, letting himself focus on the way Dabi's tongue feels against his clit, the way their mouth feels furnace-hot and wet, the sensation of teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive tip of his t-dick. He's been wet and turned on for what feels like forever now, and it's really not going to take much to push him over the edge.

He tugs on Dabi's hair, pulling them away from his cock and guiding them lower, until they can slip their tongue into Tomura's cunt. Dabi presses in, sliding their tongue in and out of Tomura, making him moan and gasp, before they pull back, tongue flat against his clit, pressing hard. Tomura's hips twitch at that, and Dabi groans, hands tightening where they're gripping Tomura's thighs.

"You're so good at this," Tomura pants, rolling his hips, riding Dabi's tongue as they suck at his clit again, pulling another moan from Tomura. "Fuck, you're doing so well, pretty thing, so good."

Dabi's hands move from Tomura's thighs to his hips, pulling him closer, and Tomura moans, dropping his free hand to his clit, rubbing at it in slow circles as Dabi licks and sucks at his hole. Their tongue feels incredible, hot and wet and firm as Dabi pushes it inside Tomura's cunt, sliding in and out of him.

Tomura gasps as Dabi pushes in further than before, pressing up against the front wall of his cunt and sliding over Tomura's sweet spot, making him cry out, his hips bucking against Dabi's face. Dabi does it again, pushing in deeper, harder, their nose brushing his clit as they angle to get as far as possible, and Tomura feels the heat building up in his gut, his clit throbbing. Dabi moves their tongue against that spot again and he comes with a shout, his cunt pulsing, clenching as Dabi pulls back, jaw clicking slightly as they work the tension out of it before diving back in to coax Tomura through the aftershocks.

" Fuck, fuck, fuck ," he gasps, his hips rocking against Dabi's mouth, grinding against their mouth and chin. "Dabi, fuck, you're doing so well, taking me so well."

Dabi whines like a kicked puppy, still licking at Tomura, sliding their tongue over his hole, and Tomura moans, riding it out for a moment before he pulls Dabi's face away from his cunt. They look up at Tomura, eyes wide and glassy, mouth wet and swollen. Tomura hums, tugging at their hair, and pulls them in closer, shifting so his leg is between Dabi's thighs.

"Go on," he hums, tremors still working through him. "Cum like this."

Dabi looks gorgeous like this, all dazed and their face wet with Tomura's come, and they rock their hips forward, the hot, hard flesh of their cock grinding up against Tomura's shin. Dabi ruts like a dog, humping and sliding their dick against the offered limb for barely a few seconds before they're choking on reedy, thin little moans of his name and cumming. Tomura almost flinches at the heat of it as Dabi shakes and jerks, their spend smearing and splattering across their own stomach and up Tomura's leg in long pulsing spurts. Their orgasm lasts a while, and Tomura feels a bit like a king on his throne, watching his pretty court jester debase themself for his arousal and amusement. Shit, maybe his ego is gonna be the one that comes out oversized after this. 

Despite how hard they just came, Dabi's cock is still rock hard and throbbing - they look up at Tomura through their lashes like the man has hung the moon in the sky, and Tomura can't help but blush at the unexpected adoration. He clears his throat, redirecting his focus to something less heartstopping. 

"You want more, doll?" Tomura asks, and Dabi nods. "Of course you do. Come on, come here, greedy thing." The hypocrisy of calling Dabi the greedy one isn't lost on him, when only one of them is affected by a mind-altering quirk. 

Dabi scrambles up onto the bed next to him, and Tomura guides them down until they're lying flat on their back, head resting on the pillows. He crawls up over them, straddling their hips, settling himself over Dabi's cock, letting it rest against his ass. Dabi moans at that, eyes fluttering shut and their hips twitching up into Tomura, and Tomura grins, grinding down against them.

"Do you wanna come inside me, baby?" he asks, and Dabi nods, biting their lip. "Keep making me feel good, and you can.” 

Dabi's hands slide up his thighs, gripping his waist, and then they roll their hips up into Tomura, making both of them gasp. Tomura ruts down against them, leaning forward to press their chests together, and he can feel Dabi's heart beating rabbit-fast against his ribs. He lets Dabi roll their hips up again, grinding against his ass, and then he reaches down, guiding Dabi's cock to his cunt.

Dabi whimpers as Tomura rubs the flushed head of their dick against his slit, teasing them. He rocks his hips down, grinding against Dabi's length again with more purpose, and Dabi gasps wetly, grip tightening on Tomura's waist.

"Please, Tomura," they gasp, and Tomura grins.

"Please what?"

"Please, fuck me, please," Dabi begs, and Tomura is only too happy to oblige, pushing himself up slightly to line Dabi's cock up with his hole, and then sinking down onto it, both of them moaning as he does. Dabi is hot and hard inside him, and it feels so good, the stretch and the way they fill him up, the way their cock rubs against his walls, the piercings catching and sliding in a strange but delightful way.

"God, you feel so good ," Tomura groans, rocking his hips, grinding down against Dabi. 

Dabi can only pant in response, breathless, their eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open, and Tomura grins, smug and self-satisfied. He leans forward, pressing his lips to Dabi's scarred jaw, and then to their neck, and he can feel Dabi's pulse racing under his lips. "Look at you , so pretty and desperate! You're taking me so well."

Dabi whines, body arching up into Tomura, and Tomura hums, rolling his hips, starting to slide up and down on Dabi's cock, testing the give of his body and seeking out any potential discomfort. He doesn't find any, and it makes him relax, leaning into the pleasure, trusting his body and easing around Dabi's cock. He's so wet, and Dabi is so hard, and it feels so fucking good, he could stay here forever; just riding Dabi, feeling them inside him, the pressure and fullness addicting. He can feel Dabi's hands slide down to his hips, gripping tight enough to bruise and a little too hot to be strictly comfortable, but he doesn't mind. He's sure Dabi needs something to ground them, to prevent them from floating away, and Tomura wants to keep them right here in the moment. 

He grinds down on Dabi's dick, slow, taking them deep and angling his hips to find the best drag of those piercings over his inner walls, and Dabi pants beneath him, their hips twitching up into Tomura, trying to get more friction, more of the feeling of Tomura's cunt around them.

" Please , I need—"

"Shh," Tomura interrupts, his voice low and rough, and Dabi shudders beneath him. "Good boys are patient. I'll take care of you. You're my good boy, aren't you?"

Dabi whimpers, nodding jerkily.

"Then be good for me," Tomura says, his voice low and firm. "Let me take control. Let me use you, baby. Let me make you feel good. You deserve to feel good, don't you?"

"Please," Dabi gasps, their eyes huge, pleading. The pupils have swollen so wide that there's barely a thin ring of that devastatingly electric teal around the hollow black. "Please, please."

Tomura leans forward, pressing his lips to Dabi's forehead, and then the tip of their nose, and finally, their mouth. It's the first kiss he's initiated tonight, and he's not sure why he does it, but he does, and it makes Dabi moan. They press closer, one hand coming up to cup Tomura's cheek, and then slide up into his hair, tugging gently, and Tomura moans in turn, his hips jerking slightly, losing his slow rhythm.

"You like that?" Dabi asks, their voice rough and deep and breathless, and Tomura nods. Dabi tugs again, and Tomura gasps, his cunt clenching around Dabi's cock, making them groan. "God, you're so tight, Tomura."

Dabi leans up, pressing their uneven lips to Tomura's jaw, and then down his throat, sucking a mark onto the pale, scarred skin. Tomura rolls his hips, grinding down against Dabi, and Dabi groans. Their hips buck up into Tomura, and Tomura sits up, bracing himself on Dabi's chest, pinkies up. Internally, he spares a moment to thank Kurogiri for the years of core strength exercises and combat training, and he flexes his thighs before lifting up off Dabi's cock, til only the head remains snug inside; stretching the rim of his cunt in a teasing sort of promise. He grins down at Dabi, who's dropped their hands to the sheets, fingers flexing in the fabric and tears beading in the corners of their eyes. 

The smoke really did do a number on them, but it's fine. Tomura never claimed to be a good person, and intoxicated or not, Dabi has starred in enough shameful wet dreams to make this oh so worth it. 

He drops, taking Dabi's cock all the way to the base and then sweeps up again, an even, almost circling motion as he bounces, the bed frame creaking slightly as he settles into the pace. It feels incredible, Dabi's cock deliciously hard and long, fucking in nice and deep and stretching him out in a way that has Tomura biting back his moans so hard he splits his lip. Dabi's head is thrown back, mouth open, eyes half lidded as they watch Tomura move with an almost awestruck expression, their breaths coming out in short gasps, and Tomura loves it. He loves that Dabi is coming undone underneath him, loves that he's making them feel good, loves that Dabi is his , just for a little while.

He rides Dabi hard, flexing his cunt around their cock on each downstroke, making both of them gasp. He can feel another orgasm building in his gut, heat and pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, and he knows he's close.

He looks down at Dabi, whose eyes are squeezed shut now, tears slipping from the corners, and Tomura wants to ruin them, in the gentlest way possible, devoid of his usual, comfortable violence. It's a strange, foreign urge.

"Tell me how it feels," Tomura orders, and Dabi whines. "I want to know how much you love getting fucked by me."

Dabi shudders, whole body tensing and their abdomen flexing, fighting the urge to fuck up into Tomura, actively choosing to relinquish control instead.

"Fuck, Tomura," they pant, voice breathless and rough, hands still fisted in the sheets. Blood drips from their nose, slowly trailing down the side of their face, slow and delicate. "It's— fuck , I love it, you feel so good . You're so tight , god, I feel like I'm gonna come already. Please, please , can I come, boss, you feel amazing , fuck, I can't —"

Tomura grins down at them, shifting his angle slightly so that Dabi's cock slides against his sweet spot every time he drops down.

"Go ahead, then," he struggles to keep his voice even, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Dabi's, swallowing their resulting moan. He feels Dabi shudder under him, their hips stuttering up as they come, cock pulsing and spurting hot and wet inside him and their fingers scorching little burn marks into the fabric they're clinging to.

" Fuuuuck, fuck, Tomura —" Dabi pants and slurs into his mouth, and Tomura keeps riding them through their orgasm, chasing his own high. The angle means he can't get those long, hard strokes anymore, but he rocks up and down as best he can, sliding the thickest part of Dabi's cock and those piercings in and out in fast thrusts and it makes him feel like he's on fire inside, like Dabi's quirk has ignited inside him and is burning him up from the marrow out. He cums with a hiss, clenching down and grinding against Dabi's pelvis, digging his nails into the healthy skin on Dabi's chest as the stimulation on his clit extends his pleasure.

He rocks through it until it's too much, the sensation of Dabi's softening cock inside him, and the piercings against his tender walls overwhelming his senses, and he slumps over to the side, letting Dabi slip out of him. There's a moment of stillness as both of them catch their breaths, and then Dabi rolls over to face him, eyes heavy lidded and still glassy. They press a kiss to Tomura's jaw, and then his lips, soft and sweet and Tomura thinks he’s never liked them quite as much as he does right now. He wraps an arm around Dabi's shoulders, pulling them closer, deepening the kiss and letting it linger, savoring the taste of Dabi's lips on his, the smell of cigarettes and blood and burnt wood in his nose, the warmth of Dabi's bare skin pressed against his own.

They kiss for a long time, soft and lazy in a way that should be completely unnatural to the two of them, and Tomura lets himself enjoy it, lets himself pretend that it's real, that Dabi isn't drugged out of their mind on a quirk, high and impossibly horny. It's nice, like some romance simulator scene.

When they break apart, Dabi's eyes are closed, and Tomura watches them as their breathing evens out. They look peaceful, even with tears and blood and drool smeared across their skin and scars, and Tomura wonders if they often look like this, perhaps in the morning after a good night's rest, or if the quirk has finally worn off enough to let them relax in a way they haven't gotten to before.

Tomura sits up, slipping out of bed and grabbing his phone.

"Stay there," he says, and Dabi sighs. "I'll be right back."

He steps into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and turning on the light. He leans against the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair is a mess, and he has bruises on his neck from Dabi's lips and teeth. He looks fucked out, his eyes hazy and a lazy smile on his face. He's a little numb after all those orgasms, but he's vaguely aware that there's cum leaking out of him, dripping down his thighs, and he can feel it drying on his skin.

He turns on the tap and wets a washcloth, wiping himself down before tossing it in Dabi's laundry hamper and scrounging around until he happens upon a pair of clean boxers and a loose shirt. He looks at himself in the mirror again, taking a deep breath and schooling his face into something blank and calm. He doesn't want to scare Dabi off when they inevitably freak out about what happened.

When he leaves the bathroom, Dabi is asleep, sprawled out on their back, taking up most of the bed. Tomura rolls his eyes, ducking back into the bathroom for another wash cloth, since Dabi is too messed up to actually haul their burnt ass off the mattress to do it themselves. He dabs away their blood nose first, relieved that it seems to have stopped. He's gentle as he wipes the other's hips and soft cock, snickering slightly when Dabi whines in their sleep, the spent length giving a slight twitch at the overstimulation. They don't wake, though, so it can't have hurt.

Tomura tosses the soiled rag into the hamper with the first one before settling down next to Dabi in the bed. He pulls one knee up to his chest, watching them sleep for a long moment. It feels kind of weird, but he's not quite sure what else to do, and he knows that when Dabi wakes up in the morning, they're going to be pissed at themselves. It's just a matter of waiting to see how badly.

Tomura is no stranger himself to waking up to someone he didn't particularly want or intend to, though this is the first time he's had to deal with it post-hookup. Usually, he sends the other person home right after (or kills them). It's easier that way; they both know it was just a one night stand, and everyone gets what they came for. This, though... This is different, and he's not sure how Dabi will react.

He's seen them get drunk before, get high, and Dabi doesn't always remember exactly what happened the night before; not that they're getting up to anything particularly exciting when they're somewhere Tomura can observe. 

Sometimes they do, though, and when Dabi does , they're angry, at themself, at the world, at the loss of control the substances provide, and at the unidentified people who made them the way that they are. They've never taken that anger out on the league or Tomura, at least not beyond rude comments and gritted teeth, angry snips and jabs that are a little too personal to be anything but cruel, but Tomura is worried they might start now. After all, even if they recall consenting to what happened tonight, they were still under an influence of sorts, and Tomura knows that Dabi is by their very nature volatile ; and afraid of vulnerability.

He falls asleep with his phone in his hands, half an eye on the clock in the corner of the screen, counting down the hours until Dabi wakes up.

He doesn't mean to fall asleep, per se, and it probably wouldn't have been so easy if not for the heat Dabi radiates, even without direct skin contact. It's certainly not been such a simple task- to fall asleep, that is- every other night of his life. But it happens anyway, and he is not accosted by either dreams or nightmares in the warm dark. 

… 

 When he wakes, Dabi is noticeably absent, but the blankets have been pulled up over him. He sits up, rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking around.

The sun is high in the sky, filtering through the disjointed shutters hanging over the cracked windowpane, and he can hear the rest of the league in the common room, at full volume as always, arguing or agreeing about something or another; he won't know what the precise energy is until he can make them out more coherently. He looks down at his phone, which has fallen off the side of the bed, the battery low but still functional, and the time says it's past noon. He sighs, dragging himself out of bed and grabbing his clothes off the floor. They're a little musty, since he wore them yesterday, but they're passable enough for him to slip out and to his own room to shower and change. He makes quick work of it, pulling on a new pair of jeans and a hoodie before turning to brave the idiocy of his cohort. 

Except the moment he opens his bedroom door he sees Dabi blitzing down the hallway towards him, their own bedroom door haphazardly flung open- looking for him, perhaps? He can't imagine why they'd be so frantic about it. They aren't quite running, but it's a close thing, and they're wearing jeans and an oversized jacket with a hood, a mask haphazardly dangling from one loop over their left ear, not even taken off properly despite being home safe. This explains their absence, their civilian clothing indicating an outing into the regular world. At least someone out of their group tries to keep a low profile. 

“What the fuck,” Tomura says, absently confused, then yelps as Dabi nearly bowls him over; stride not slowing in the slightest as they manhandle him back into his room and kick the door shut again. 

“What the fuck?!” He repeats, a little more strangled and strident, now, and Dabi hurriedly lifts a plastic bag into his face, nearly smacking him with it. It's stamped with a pharmacy logo, and Tomura squints, confused beyond belief.

“I got plan B,” they pant, hurried and nervous, and this close he can see the panic plastered across their face. It's harder to read Dabi's expressions than most, due to the thick scar tissue and nerve damage that limits their movements, overcompensating with their exaggerated, manic smiles and snarls. “-and some other stuff, I didn't know what you might need, so there's some burn cream and I got a bruise lotion just in case and I got some electrolyte water, and-”

“What,” Tomura manages, croakier this time in his bewilderment, and this seems to snap Dabi out of their word-vomit haze. 

“Uh. Because. Because we had sex. I wanted to make sure - I mean, it's kinda hazy but I know I came inside, and. I overheat when I'm having sex, so I worried I might have burned you a little by accident, so…”

“So instead of waking me to ask, you rushed to the pharmacy.” Tomura says it slowly, eyes narrowing as Dabi shifts, a sheepish sort of look crossing their face. They grunt, looking down into the bag, then back up at him, and nod. 

“You should really take it sooner than later, though.”

Tomura blinks. His lip twitches and he has to force back laughter at the genuinely earnest, worried expression on their face. It's just so unimaginably out of character, for them. He never ever thought they'd be the concerned, sappy type post-sex. He half expected to wake up to them smoking a blunt and telling him ‘that was nice, doll, but let's not have a repeat performance’ like some shitty Mafioso in a low budget romance movie. 

“I had a hysterectomy, Dabi, I can't get pregnant. Gimme that shit-” he yanks the bag out of their hands, their jaw working as they process his statement, and he stares into the plastic bag. “- you put vitamin gummies in this? We had sex , not a chickenpox party.”

Dabi clears their throat, the healthy skin of their cheeks slowly turning an alarming shade of red. Tomura didn't even know they could feel embarrassment, actually, with the swagger and confidence they usually project. “Well. I just wanted to cover all the bases.”

Tomura isn't sure if he should laugh or not. There's a suspicious prickling at the back of his eyes that makes him want to punch them, too, but that's probably just because no one has been so concerned about his well-being before. Kurogiri probably comes the closest, but even he wouldn't risk coming in with fucking electrolyte water, vitamins and burn cream unless Tomura asked for those specifically after a fight. 

“You are so stupid. You think I would have let you come in me if there was an actual risk of knocking me up?” 

“To be fair, you've made a few weird as hell decisions, boss, so-”

“I'll fucking kill you.”

“No you won't,” Dabi says, snorts, really, lips twisting into a wide smile. It's not quite smug, but it is pleased. And fuck , they're right. No he won't. 

So he doesn't. He does, however, take two of the vitamin gummies and let Dabi rub burn cream onto his hips where their hands left red marks before kicking them out of his room when they try and grope him a little; though between his red face and Dabi's laughter, he's pretty sure they'll try it again. 

He probably wouldn't mind that so much, actually. Just as long as they don't go getting smacked by things as absolutely ridiculous as fucking boner-smoke quirks in the future.