[None of this was what he thought might have happened if he met up with Dabi for a couple weeks. He's sure neither of the two of them could have planned for this part in particular, but here they were. Part of him isn't so surprised, though. Not because any of this is normal for them--obviously not-- it's probably the opposite. The part that's unsurprising is that it would be the one thing where they don't need to communicate that would be a nice respite from being at odds with one another over one thing or another.
So, yeah, it's unusual to be this close to anyone else, doubly so that Dabi is technically his son, but not so weird that he ever considers shutting it down, or walking away.]
Not back there, no, and luck doesn't have anything to do with it.
[And although he has a few at the front, none are as prominent as the one on his face. Can't really complain about that when Dabi's entire body is a literal patchwork of unburnt skin and scar tissue. The same man as a child bares almost no resemblance when Enji tries to place them side by side in his mind. The only thing about Dabi that's exactly the same is the intense aqua of his eyes that mirror his father's. Shouto only got one, but when he looks at Dabi it carries the familiarity of a quick glance into a mirror.
The muscles of his back and shoulders tense and flex in response to the touch of a hot (but not uncomfortably so) fingertip against his skin. He doesn't make any sort of verbal remark about the contact, but drops his head down a little with a soft hum. It's as much of an invitation for Dabi to touch him freely as he's going to give. Probably to anyone, ever, but definitely for the foreseeable future, if not, then just the next couple weeks.]
You're certainly not a child anymore.
[Even if there are moments he has to remind himself of that. Jumping back into the peak of their relationship as father and son wasn't possible for a number of reasons, but he's as careful with Dabi as he would have been with Touya when he was a baby. There are so many habits he needs to break, and it's a little easier to not try to treat him like the insufferable kid he has the clearest memory of when the very representation of his manhood is on display.
If Enji takes a moment to look once Dabi's clothes are out of the way, it's entirely based in curiosity and nothing more. He has to tell himself that when the obvious question of what he's doing looking at his son's dick pops into his head. It's not like the size of him is of any importance to him at all. Obviously it's just a sick curiosity to see if he had Enji's genes there or his mothers. That's all it is, he insists to himself, silently satisfied that at least that part of him filled out well and wasn't lost to his self-destructive fire quirk.]
I'm trying to spare you from having to be in here with me longer than you have to.
[But since Dabi is going to judge him for it the way he's judged his clothing, Enji matches that same sarcastic teenage energy as he gets to his feet, sucks it up and properly washes himself off. He can't leave a job half finished.
Enji feels at least a little more shame than Dabi when his eyes linger over the villain's slim frame from his full height. He's not embarrassed at all to show his own body but, it takes some time until he doesn't feel bad about looking at Dabi. Enji leans back against the tile, trying to move out of the way of the shower so Dabi can wash himself. Unlike his son, he takes up a good amount of space, so he's used to being conscious of it.
Dabi doesn't need Enji to warm his water because of his quirk, but he lingers in the shower with him anyway to watch quietly.]
Make sure you wash properly. [The funny part is, he's not joking.]
[well it is kind of stupid to argue in the middle of a shower while you're helping someone stay warm. and the other ironic part is dabi's tired of yelling at endeavor or beating on him. he's walked a lot today, he's emotionally worn, and he wants to rest. this right now... is a good rest. the shower water feels good, even if it's more the drumming beat of it against his remaining healthy flesh.]
Ya mean ya don't ever get attacked from behind or ya never turn ya back on villains?
[okay so maybe not completely done with picking at him, but the question's not really lancing. endeavor's free to take it that way if he likes, but dabi's mostly curious. he's noticed the lack of any real scars on the hero's body, especially compared to the one on his face. they speak of endeavor's skill and power. though the one ripping half of his visage off dual speaks of his determination to be a hero and, now that it's revealed, the depths of dabi's hatred towards the man.
and no. he has no sympathy for shouto's burn scar or endeavor's. they don't even know the meaning of "scarring" compared to what touya went through. though he's not really one to flaunt his scars for that reason. kind of likes using them to freak, scare, and gross people out. they're sort of an intimidation weapon and they make a great conversation starter. (especially when he blames them on heroes.)
nah, he'll stick to one finger for exploring.]
And yet ya still can't help but occasionally treat me like one.
[no shit, since dabi can act like an immature kid at times. sulking, pouting, having tantrums, getting even, being a pain in the ass for no reason other than he's a walking dickhead. the league puts up with an awful lot from him... endeavor would shake his head. but then there's the current reality, when he's standing over his father with his body bared and his dick in his face. no shame whatsoever.
one, he certainly had gotten endeavor's genes in that department, though he doesn't have that meat-packed buns of steel ass his father sports and the tabloids like to snap pictures of (control your spandex, endeavor). but that might be more lack of nutrition on the streets than lack of genes. two, he's damn glad his dick hasn't burned off. there are multiple reasons he's not even going to think about for why. that said, enji staring right at him and checking him out is one part weird as fuck and one part hilarious. not that dabi was a prude; he never averted his eyes when endeavor stripped down.]
Walked in here on my own, and I'll leave when I feel like it. Ya ain't in control of that.
[though he does "hmph" in annoyance when the man opts to eschew his hands-aimed water flow and instead takes the icy burst in the face to quick wash himself off. tch, see if he ever helps you with that again, arrogant asshole. but he steps to the side and leans against the far wall while endeavor washes.
and this time, he takes the opportunity to take a good look. eyes wandering down his father's neck and chest, that ridiculous breadth of his shoulders and the statue chiselling of muscle that threatened to rival All Might in sheer sculpture alone. it's annoying that the man's a damn specimen of male beauty. aliens should never abduct him for a sample of humanity because they'd be disappointed when they came back for more like him. fuck, you could wash clothes on those abs! he gets a faint memory of playing that pachinko machine, watching the little metal balls bounce down pegs and hills to find paths to the bottom. speaking of... twin cuts grooving his his funnel dabi's eyes lower towards the fantasy of many a villainous female gaze. no, there were one or two instance when he torched some lewd bitch for rambling on about endeavor's dick. the world didn't need trash like that. but... he's getting a full frontal proof of exactly why they talked about him. it's as impressive as the rest of him, and that's probably an understatement.
maybe he's silently grateful he at least got some of his father's genes outside his quirk, and eyes, and skin tone, and hair... well, used to be hair.]
Ya serious? [did he just slip back into "dad" mode at him? dabi gives him a flat look before bluntly walking into the water and letting it splatter all over his face and down his body.] This is washin properly.
[anywhere from breaking into a school to steal showers at their locker rooms, the entire league renting one motel room to shower off, or if those options aren't available, finding fountain, river, lake, something like that to take a dip in. though it's when dabi gets the soap in his hands that he actually pauses and looks a little... not conflicted, but it's rare he gets soap.]
[Of course he gets attacked from behind when he messes up in his assessment of how many opponents he has. Sure, he doesn't make mistakes like that often, especially now that he knows better, but he's human and it happens. He didn't become number two by chance, he had learning experiences (ie: mistakes) that were part of the learning curve.
Besides, he usually had his back to whoever's in need of saving, and it wasn't until recently he's started to wonder if maybe they were also waiting for a chance to stab him in the back.
Steam escapes his nose as he exhales the sigh he was holding on to.]
Then don't act like one.
[Far easier to place all the blame on Dabi that acknowledge that his softness for his son is his very glaring weakness, and treating him like he remembers Touya is so easy it's almost an indulgence worth savoring. How is he meant to treat Dabi like an adult when he never fully got to treat him as a teenager or a young man. He'd missed out on those moments with Touya and perhaps was making up for lost time.
Far too much too late, he thinks. Dabi would probably agree, but he doesn't say the words out loud to confirm it. Instead he dedicates his attention to the body in full view the same way Dabi's eyes examined him for flaws. The difference being Dabi scanning him for scars over otherwise smooth skin is not the same as taking in the patchwork of healthy and damaged skin that's exposed to him in return.
Although, he will admit that Dabi is still nice to look at in spite of that.
Unfortunately he's not the only one to think that. Dabi's slender frame and wickedly charismatic eyes have a power over the women who aren't put off by the track of staples holding the villain together. He has to hear about them when they send him letters belittling him for his past actions while complimenting Dabi in ways he always told his staff he had no inclination to hear about. So they stopped telling him.
He's always just assumed it's that same morbid fascination people have with serial killers, but getting to be up close and looking at him, he understands the appeal. Tall, dark, and handsome to those who weren't towering over him, Dabi would have been far too pretty to be a villain if he hadn't ruined himself with burns. And even the word ruin is debatable here, Enji thinks.]
You won't get clean with water alone. Do you need help?
[Enji is not above bathing his adult son if it ensures that he smells clean while they happen to be cohabitating. It's for his own benefit as well as Dabi's. There's also shampoo and Dabi's hair is probably too long to be fine without it. He squeezes some onto his hands and comes at Dabi without warning, his fingertips gently massaging his scalp as a good amount of lather forms. Even this feels like an indulgence he doesn't deserve to have a second chance at, but he steels his face and his focus, fully prepared to take any protest in stride in the name of hygiene.]
Tilt your head back and close your eyes.
[His voice isn't as stern as before when it's time to rinse. It's almost uncharacteristically gentle. This is how he should have always treated Touya, then maybe they wouldn't be in this position.]
[he does. complete with thinking that steaming snort reminds him of a cartoon bull. and that's one of the few "innocent" childish things the villain's retained. the rest are all matured into some nasty personality traits. to go along well with his new life on the streets. rei would be completely ashamed at seeing what her son's turned into. manners wise. the rest of him's probably evoking both horror and disgust from her, if also a sense of validated relief that her exasperation towards him was well founded.
dabi's used to the blame being placed on him. he wasn't strong enough, he wasn't able enough, he wasn't good enough, all his fault for never being able to stand up to his father's ambitions and reach those lofty heights no matter what he did. he blamed fuyumi for not understanding him, natsuo for not wanting to hear him, enji and his wife for being shitty parents, and shouto simply of existing. but under it all, the notion of "failure" continues to run deep.
seeing some of those scars, not just the one on endeavor's face, is a way of validating his own determined beliefs that his father is not the perfect and lofty goal he wanted to make proud. the man is damaged and vulnerable, can be hurt and ruined. he's not the insurmountable wall he wanted to project himself as. not worth the title of no. 1. not even worth the title of "hero". and watching his eyes rove over himself is therapeutic as well. he's not ashamed of his scars and disheveled body. rather gets a sick enjoyment out of endeavor having to face his own handiwork. in a while, there's a lot of people enji used to know who are going to look like him, courtesy of endeavor's own flames.
oh he's not alien to the idea people find him attractive. perhaps not in the classic "beauty" standards, but the shadowy intrigue and dangerous allure of villainy and stoic callousness ironically draw people. he's used himself to survive and to get what he wanted. some people didn't care what it looked like, so long as it was fuckable. and others he had fun seducing, picking up charm and charisma from hookers and hustlers he watched on the streets. certainly wasn't going to learn those tricks from home sweet home.
some people find his scars freakishly attractive, though there's a lot of miscreants and deviants down here in the underworld. people endeavor wouldn't know shit about. well, minus the one or two dabi deliberately sent his way. ending for one and that ball riding star-what's-his-face. shows their importance to him.
dabi scoffs at the question and lifts his arm to look at it, broken from his thoughts.]
Don't think I forgot how to wash myself, ya know.
[of course, the one gross part of baths and showers is when his skin starts to get soft. particularly around the seams. makes it easier to pull and break, so he has to be careful if he wants to soak. with that in mind, he goes for the soap, stepping out of the spray so he can lather his hands and then start working on his arms. beginning with the demarcation lines and works his way down in quick, practiced motions that suggests he's more military in the shower on average.
only to pause and blink when hands fall on his head. seriously? he's gonna wash his hair? for a second, his eyes blaze up at the man through the dark spikes of his bangs, almost ready to flare up and blast him away from him. but the slight sapphire haze of flames around his shoulders dissipates and he loses the glare, looking away as he silently gives endeavor permission to do what he wants.
the roots are starting to show white again, but that's likely lost in the snowy suds.]
I do it this way.
[maybe he's petulant, maybe he's rebellious, but either way, he tilts his head forward instead and lets the water drag his hair, and the suds, down. those gentle hands in his hair are... irritating. the bring back extremely faint memories of a child he doesn't know anymore, and a parent he can no longer believe even existed.]
[In another effort to dodge the back and forth argument in which there would never be a winner is to drop that one. Dabi is free to think he doesn't act like a child, just like he's free to be completely wrong about his father. Well, maybe not completely. That's besides the point, though.]
Guess I'll take the blame for that too. At least I have a legitimate reason for treating you like one.
[That legitimate reason being that 1) Enji is literally his father 2) It's hard to know how to treat Dabi when Touya was just a child when he lost him. Dabi may not look like a child, and may not even look like the Touya he remembers, but the stuff from back then that he's been missing are things parents didn't tend to do to adult children. Bathing together and hair washing, for example. He doesn't know how to navigate any of this stuff. Maybe he should give up on parenting the way he's given up (at least temporarily) on being a hero.]
I don't think you forgot, I think you just don't do it right habitually.
[Enji is mostly joking, but nagging Dabi is strangely satisfying. Maybe because he knows that it does bother him. He also wondered about how his skin and staples handled extended exposure to water or soap, and he's starting to answer a lot of his own questions purely by observation.
He steps forward when Dabi dips his head for the shampoo run down forward instead of back. Maybe it has to do with the way he styles his hair? Enji doesn't care that much about it, he's solely focused on making sure the shampoo is completely washed out. He wraps an arm around Dabi's waist from behind to make sure he doesn't move away as he takes just a moment to properly wash behind his ears. Enji's open hand covers a large amount of surface area of Dabi's lower abdomen.
If his father's attention is what he wanted this whole time, Enji is sure it won't take much time for Dabi to grow to dislike the attention of his overbearing father as much as his other children do. He's still surprised that Dabi backed down from trying to fight Enji back, and he know he shouldn't ask questions about that or risk those blue flames coming out again. But he's never been able to leave well enough alone.]
As long as we do it your way, you don't care if I help?
[He wants to point out how childish that is to prove his point from before, but he's already risking being shoved away by making that comment at all. So Enji keeps it to himself, just letting out a low chuckle. It must be a dad sense of humor thing because he's also aware that this might not be amusing to anyone else.
At certain moments his skin meets Dabi's and he's able to feel there's a temperature difference between them. Dabi feels cold against him, and so Enji remains wrapped around him from behind. Just being out of direct contact with the cold water has allowed him to heat up again. They both tend to run hot, probably, but maybe Dabi doesn't know he's cold because he's not bothered by it?]
Am I smothering you yet? Or is this what you always wanted?
[Enji's hand slides up Dabi's stomach to one side of his chest, pulling him back and away from the water again. He lets himself have this moment, regardless of what Dabi wants, and rests his face right on top of Dabi's wet hair.]
[he's sometimes wondered if, in his excuse to be a semi-decent parent, endeavor's given fuyumi, natsuo, and shouto unlimited credit cards. it seems likely, considering he can just throw money at his kids to make them go away. well, shouto being the exception. but he's not about to ask, preferring to leave that for stewing on later.
there's a part of him that's amused at endeavor's failure to deal with this new strangeness of showering with him. for dabi's, it's not a problem at all; he's so disassociated from his father the man might as well be a stranger when he needs him to be. years of pretending they weren't related and lying about it whenever the topic came up in his presence has made it second-nature for him to compartmentalize his thoughts and emotions when it comes to his family. unable to forget any of it, though his hatred's transformed all those memories into fuel for his insanity. he's got that going for him.]
How the fuck do you do it "right"? [doesn't stop him from growling at him like a petulant teenager getting told he needs to fix something.] It's washing hair.
[if endeavor's joking, it's still getting a rise out of the eldest from his brood. you put your hand in your hair with soap on it and rub it around back and forth. maybe in circles if you wanna be fancy about that shit. dabi doesn't treat it any differently than shoving his head under a spigot on a hot day.
the soap at least is helping the stapled areas of his skin. he does have to treat them when he has time and supplies to do that; otherwise he'd be walking around with infections all over. it's a price to pay for his chosen method of handling his injuries.
hair styling is part of it? even if that spiky bunch atop his head is mostly natural and only helped with the occasional choppy cut to keep it from getting long. no, he's not gonna say who cuts his hair. the magician. it's when he suddenly gets a meaty arm wrapped around his waist from behind that he tugs his head up, slapping water across enji's face from the sudden pull.]
The fuck-?!
[well he tries to move away? but ends up "oof" against the bar across his stomach and now there's a hand on his head getting behind his ears. dabi makes a face at the wall across from him, feeling very uncomfortably like some damn cat getting groomed or something. if he knew it would actually do something, he'd stomp on his stupid foot. that massive hand over his stomach's good enough to keep him there, abs hardening under his scarred swatch across his belly and the sweep of healthy skin below it.
and now he's starting to remember other reasons why he hated the man. micromanaging perfectionist with an overbearing "my way" attitude on how shit gets done. that question is enough to get another hell's cat glare over his shoulders, this time eyes actually burning and a few whorls of blue flame sparking into existence around his head.]
Ya got your fucking bear paw pinned at my waist and ya gonna talk bout "my" way?
[but it's when the man suddenly pulls back, not hard enough to jerk him, but enough to make him take a step or two backwards. flesh presses up against his back and he tenses, unconsciously rising on his toes as his eyes widen from the sensation. this is definitely not the first male body he's felt against his back and it's not the first time he's been grabbed and held like this either.
but this is endeavor and for all his damn compartmentalization, his brain is racing with a host of warnings and screamings. too close, too controlled, too fast, to angry. slamming that urge into a high gear that's reserved for certain fight or flight situations. enji's hot against his skin, body only good with resisting the cold and now almost sizzling with the heat. (or that's his flames.) smothering him? what he fucking wanted?! he feels his flesh crawl beneath the hero's hand as it wanders up his stomach and cups at his chest, heart slamming beneath his ribs in a manner he can't tell between panic or excitement.
then a face settles right into his hair and something snaps inside him. the tension seems to melt and his expression slides back into the normal stoic expression as his flames vanish with a husk of air. just in time for his fingers to come up and wander across the side of enji's face, almost spider-like as their tips step from the angle of his chin to the span of his cheek and the taut of his temple.]
If ya really wanna smother me, I should be the one against the wall, endeavor.
If you want to collect your missed allowances retroactively, you'll have to talk to the accountant.
[What could have been a joke is said so dismissively that there's hardly any way to think Enji is being anything but genuine. Monetary compensation for the shit Touya had to go through wouldn't have been out of the question if Dabi wasn't one of the most dangerous villains in Japan. So any traceable transfer of funds to Dabi would likely incriminate him.
Enji's not even aware that Dabi isn't being serious, or maybe his response would have been less honest.
He's still conflicted about what the young man is to him.
It's hard to say they're enemies outright. They fall on opposing sides of the morality spectrum (despite Enji's tendency to do terrible things), but Enji has already made up his mind that he won't be fighting Dabi at any point in the future. Not one on one or head to head. He refuses due to the second point. It's hard to say they're family when they haven't been close for decades and even before then when Shouto was being trained they weren't on speaking terms. Well, Touya would speak to Enji and his father would largely ignore him in order to not encourage his training.
So where does not quite enemies, extremely estranged family fall? That's where Dabi is, and Enji supposes he can either try to pinpoint some kind of definition or just allow it to be ambiguous.
The issue with that is there are moments when he knows for a fact that Touya, his Touya, is in there just as he remembers him. He can feel it when his hand is over Dabi's chest and his heartbeat hammers away or when his reaction to Enji being intrusively overbearing is a flare up of his quirk possibly out of reflex. That's undoubtedly his son's temperament. He knows because he's the same way.
But then Dabi also has moments where he locks all of that down and his expression goes blank, his blue eyes cold and distant. In those moments Enji doesn't feel any familiarity, and while it makes touching him easier and less meaningful, he knows the villain isn't really receptive to his input at that point. Nor is he to Dabi's.
The hand that reaches up to slide fingers along Enji's face does cause his hands to freeze for a moment. Not rubbing over the jigsaw puzzle of stapled flesh, but just resting against it instead as he tries to suss out what Dabi's intentions are. Maybe hypocritical when he's pressed right up against him from behind. It's just throwing him for a loop. One moment he's sure Dabi will burn his face off, and the next his face is touched in a way that brings heat rushing to the places those fingers had just been.]
Do you want to be smothered?
[Dabi calls him Endeavor, and something in him crackles like he's just had fresh firewood fed to whatever was burning inside his chest. Dabi doesn't weigh much at all, so shutting off the water to turn them around is just as easy as drawing the younger man up by the backs of his thighs to trap him between himself and the tile. In the moment it's clear as day. Dabi is not his son and Endeavor is not his father.]
What do you really want from me? Why did you bring me here?
[and he's sure the bank would appreciate not being burned down when the cops came to arrest him with a fleet of heroes. sticking his head into any sort of "official" or "legal" shit related to his now-outed todoroki name would be extremely detrimental to his current life decision of hiding out with all for one. this current "current decision" with endeavor aside. it's a fling, an experiment, nothing more. the league and the plf have plenty of funds and supplies. he'll keep those "retroactive" allowances for future use. should something ever come up where the planets align.
the only reason he's not outright abandoning the idea is because endeavor spoke so plainly about it. dabi mistrusts a lot of what the man says, but there are things he'll accept as truth. this being one of them, ironically enough. considering the new leaf endeavor's trying to convince himself he can turn over, dabi's sure his father would give him his inheritance if he asked for it. strings attached, of course.
endeavor may have a hard time deciding what the two of them are to each other, but dabi's mindset is crystal clear on that regard. endeavor is many things to him and he changes the lens as he needs. father, murderer, abuser, false hero, victim, prey, ambition, obsession, enemy. while the flame hero has determined not to fight him, dabi has every intention of forcing the man to raise his fires to him. if that means murdering his youngest child in front of him, then he'll have a fucking blast while doing it. he's agreed to a selfish truce for now, not planning on attacking the man outside of possible training. though even that's somewhat tinted in passive aggressive irony.
touya remains inside him as well, but it's hard to say dabi "switches" to touya instead of donning his name and memory like a mask. unfortunately, he wasn't burned to a complete crisp. patchwork scars cover his healthy flesh and the same goes with his shattered mindset and twisted personality. pieces of touya remain among the blackened parts. he still retains his pride and the todoroki's cool disposition, even his childish excitement (though what excites him now is disturbing) and sarcasm/tantrums make it back. but it's only rarely that touya's emotional side makes its way through dabi's stoic shell, and often that's translated into his violent streak. case in point being the flare of his flames and the brief thought of burning endeavor up to get away.
but nah. he regains control of himself and locks it all back away where it's safe. back to the visage of a villain endeavor never once recognized as his own child until he flat out told him (and even then he refused to believe it for a while). it's easier this way, isn't it? they can both ignore the unknown rawness of what they are to each other and go back to the status quo.
a grin splits the side of his mouth as he feels endeavor freeze under his touch. not a bad reaction, considering he could blast his head. tracing over the connection of his ear and being a shit enough to deliberately curve round to the back of it for a rub or two. ya wash back here yourself, endeavor? up into the spiked up shock of red hair that most of his kids inherited, but only one still retains. hard to miss that crown atop his. hard to miss that body pressed up against his own and he's well aware they're both quite naked and soaking wet. the warmth endeavor exudes is insanely tempting and he leans into it without hesitating. so much definition back there... ridiculous.]
Wouldn't be the first time.
[the water shuts off and in one motion, dabi feels the world spin around him as hands cup around the back of his thighs and hoist up. both eyes widen in surprise, but then quickly narrow as a sneering smile cuts across his face, hooded gaze glowing into the larger man's face as he's trapped between a mountain of muscle and the tile wall.]
Ooo, good start...
[not sure if this is an honest question or some spontaneous role play, he only bothers to tuck his legs back at the knees, hand finding its way entirely into enji's hair.]
Wanted to see if there was a chance we could get close without killin each other for a bit. Kinda surprised, but can't say I don't like it.
[Freedom is relative. Enji might argue that living the way he does isn't freedom, but that might just fall on deaf ears. Same as if he actually tried to talk to his lawyers and accountants about something like that. But Dabi is smart, he knows right away that any contribution like that would come with certain stipulations. Many of them would be incompatible with Dabi's current way of life--entirely by design, of course.
If only he could throw money at this particular problem and have it go away. Enji would give away his entire estate in the blink of an eye if it meant Dabi would turn himself in. There wouldn't really be any freedom in Dabi's future at that point, he's not wrong.
And the notion that Dabi and his son are one in the same isn't a reality he likes to accept. There are too many things he thinks Dabi would deserve, but can't quite make himself believe the same of his son. Perhaps the one who is compartmentalizing his feelings depending on his subconscious desires is himself. After all, how could he refuse to fight his son on one hand, then draw Dabi into such a suggestive position the very next moment.
It would be far easier if Touya really had died on that mountain. He wouldn't have questioned his own morality regarding the way he feels as much as he is currently. It would be wrong of him to be physically involved with Dabi even if they weren't related, but they are, and it is.
But Dabi doesn't stop him. Much like his childhood training, he has moments where he seems like he might quit, or fight back, but then he presses on instead. In this case, he allows Enji to be close to him physically. First in very small ways, then more invasive ones, and at no point has he tried to pry himself away. That doesn't make it right, though. Dabi is very clearly troubled, and Enji really shouldn't engage him.
But he does.]
When did you become such a masochist?
[Enji thinks about the way Dabi smiled when he hoisted him up off of the floor of the shower, and then about the ease with which Dabi talked about how attractive other villains find him. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised that Dabi isn't fighting him. He encourages the younger man to wrap his legs around his waist as his hands run up and down along Dabi's hips and sides, his chest, and eventually his backside where his hands settle on the villain's ass, squeezing gently as he glances down at Dabi's body. This time he takes in the sight of modest but present muscles just beneath his skin, a slim frame, the noticeable jut of hip bones and impression of ribs that would not have been there if he was in a position to eat properly and train the way heroes do.]
You should be pushing me away.
[He also hates how long its been since anyone has allowed him this close. And with Rei he always had the thought that she might not have if he didn't assist with her family's financial situation. Dabi isn't getting paid, but is obviously game. Or, this is some fucked up version of chicken where the first one to stop them down this descent into inappropriate behavior is the loser. And that should be him. He's the sane one. The one who was supposed to be a hero.
Maybe he really doesn't need that title anymore. Is this his way of proving that?]
I shouldn't be surprised you like this more than wholesome quality time. [Like this, he has the freedom to adjust Dabi however he wants, and lines him up perfectly so the next shift of his weight from one foot to another causes his hips to push up between Dabi's legs for friction. There's not much since they're both wet, and that makes it all the more easy to rock against Dabi again.
Enji turns his face toward the hand in his hair so that Dabi's hand settles over the large scar down one side of his face.]
[freedom should be absolute. chaos and anarchy being the result, but hey, who's he to care? telling people they can't use their own natural gifts simply because the weaker people bitch about it is bullshit. life's not fair or equal. either get strong or smart enough to do something about the oppressors or shut the hell up and die for the strong. it's a cruel world out there and dabi's already spent plenty of time getting chewed up in its mouth. pretty fun to do some chewing back.
maybe he'll just cash out and bury his fortune under the corner of their estate like a miser. then go right back to doing what he's doing now. wasn't a lie when he told endeavor he wasn't interested in money. it's not hard to come by when you don't follow the rules set to keep it safe. (oh sure, give him money so he can rot in jail; that's quite the sacrifice on your part, dad.)
no surprise to him that endeavor can manage to compartmentalize the dichotomy between dabi and touya and whether each is responsible for the actions of the other, past and present. to care for his son. to hate the villain. it's not like endeavor himself had easily ignored what he was doing to his family for the sake of ambition. dabi's picked up that trait from his father as well, focusing on the long-term goal with heedless care of whatever he destroys in his path towards it. something else enji can be proud of him for.
however, who knows if he's proud of him for this... can he truly separate himself from the reality that he's pressing his own adult son to the wall, that they're both naked in the shower with some very intense ust quickly catching aflame between them? dabi finds the entire notion a taboo thrill, revulsion and excitement mingling behind his stoic smirk. this'll make him feel fucking filthy, but so damn good at the same time. kind of like drugs and cigarettes and alcohol and all the other messed up shit he's done in his life. what's one more tossed into the cesspool? touya always did want his father's attention.
how much closer to him can he get than this? ... something about that thought snaps another chord inside him and he slaps a hand up against the side of endeavor's face, eyes burning a little wider and brighter with heated arousal and maniacal interest. there's no way he's going to stop now, breath coming hot on his lips he seizes onto that realization. it's sick, disturbing, and reaches into an area he never wants to go back to, but holy fuck is it an exhilarating thought.]
I put up with the pain for you. But now, the only way I get to "feel" is to make sure it really burns.
[masochist. he's more a sadist than a masochist, but that's not saying is isn't one. these staples and piercings aren't just for holding his ruined flesh onto his body. the demarcation lines between healthy skin and charred remains are where nerve ends meet. sinking hooks and spikes through them at least help him have a sensation of something other than the numb and itch. same goes with the rougher treatment. only rare times do those lighter touches do anything for him.
larger hands wander over his legs and as dabi spreads his fingers on the side of endeavor's head, he answers that encouragement, wrapping his lankly limbs around the man's sculpted hips. wiry muscle flexes under scar tissue and smoother flesh, the scrape of metal staples skimming against the man's pelvis and the top of his ass as dabi knots his ankles together at the small of the hero's back. locking him in there with him. maybe he shouldn't have talked about other villains finding endeavor attractive either... but then again, this isn't a bad way to enjoy the time together. not when he's confronted with stacks of muscles that profess healthy dieting and steady workout alongside the damn dosage of proud genes.]
That's ya area of expertise.
[not that dabi's frequently letting people close to him either. he might be a bit more lax about people he knows getting into his space if he's in the mood, but generally he likes his space. he's well aware this is probably an infrequent thing for endeavor and that'd be hilarious if it weren't so pathetic. actually... it's pretty hilarious too.]
We got different definitions of "wholesome quality time", huh-
[the last part terminates in a grunt when endeavor suddenly thrusts forward. wet makes it easy to move and he tightens his legs on him, free hand pressing to the wall with a sudden slap as skin slides across his own. oh yeah... much better. he might not be able to feel much in most places, but his dick and ass work just fine. thank fucking god for that. as endeavor turns his head into his hand, he finds himself with his fingers and palm spreading over the side of his scar. that half of his face he ripped off with his pawns. touch of pride for messing him up like that... shame he didn't get a chance to take his eye.
fingers wander down the side of endeavor's head, tracing across his temple and the seam of his scar before wandering into the messed-up area. touching the textured flesh and scant reappearance of his eyebrow, thumbing just under the lower lid of his eye. down further, playing at the jagged rip as it begins to shrink and decrease into the point of his torn-off visage. a single tap of his index finger notes the scar and dismisses it as he heads for the slight stubble dusting at endeavor's jaw and chin. all the way down until he could play the tip of his middle finger across the rims of his mouth. even his lips are strong. probably from that nigh-permanent scary look on his face.
Whaddya know. We fit together. [eroticism and insanity mingle in his expression as he leans closer to endeavor's face, taking his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger. and deliberately locking his legs together again.] Ya ain't done this with any of them... It's just us...
[When he was young they kept telling him that his drive to succeed was unmatched, and that he could be the number one hero. So many people told him that, and his inferiority complex began the moment he realized there was too much of a gap between himself and All Might. Not in strength or skill, or even in number (Enji still has him beat statistically), but there's something else that the former number one had and he just couldn't figure it out. He did trample all over his personal ties in favor of chasing that one dream.
Ruined his family in the process. Touya ended up with all of Enji's strengths, but weaknesses enough to make up for it. And the traits Enji had that were more suitable for villainy? Dabi wore those on his sleeve naturally--those parts of himself that the hero Endeavor had to hide and relegate to his personal life alone. At least if he was a terrible human being, it would never put a stain on his hero record.
Dabi distracts him from his introspection when the young man stares him down and smacks a hand to his face like he owns it. Granted, he did play the largest part in giving him that scar on his face. Maybe he did own it, and every other part of his father's body. The scary thing is that Enji isn't so bothered by the idea. In a twisted way he knows he can never change Dabi's mind about the past and won't ever be forgiven for what he did. Dabi may never want to be close to him in any other way, but at least like this he doesn't show the same resistance to accept him.
If he's going to burn in hell, he might as well light the match himself.]
I can make it burn.
[In an instant Enji's already warm skin gets hotter. Not enough to burn Dabi's skin that's already used to a good amount of heat, but enough that any normal person would quickly want to draw their hand away. They're both playing with fire, figuratively and literally, but Enji is willing to give Dabi whatever it is that he wants. He's creeping closer to acceptance that he has that same potential for madness that Dabi has. He keeps finding ways to warp things to suit his own desires. Like deciding that the villain has ruined his own body and therefore deserves to enjoy his own healthy one however he pleases. And what sane person would pay for a wife with the intention of making powerful babies, then abuse that wife for standing up to him when he takes training too far.
It feels worse to be a bad man playing the hero than to be like Dabi who is awful but doesn't ever try to hide it. Maybe he should stop pretending. The slight scratch of staples against his skin makes him groan and he rocks his hips forward again. He hasn't done anything like this in decades.]
You're sick.
[It's a half-assed insult when his cock is swelling in response to the friction. Would a normal man even be able to get hard in a situation like this considering who they both used to be? He's clearly the one that's sick, and he's even the one to initiate it even if Dabi had been slowly dropping subtle hints about it--or that could be his own version of insanity making excuses for his misbehavior again. Enji wants to tell him that he'll stop if Dabi doesn't want it, but he can't find the voice to say those words. He doesn't want to stop, either, so maybe if he doesn't present that as an option they can take this further and see where it goes.
He only needs one hand to hold Dabi in place, so the other is free to wander over Dabi's wet body while the other seems focused on his face. Enji tries not to flinch as that scar on his face gets touched--something that has never happened--not like this. He hardly touches it himself. He draws in breath through teeth he hadn't recalled gritting, but he tries to focus on other things. Like moving his hand over Dabi's chest, his fingers passing back and forth over nipples that he's not sure produce much feeling.]
Of course I haven't. What's wrong with you? [It's difficult to speak with Dabi playing with his mouth like he's some kind of toy and not a human man, but he gets his point across. His brows furrowing in annoyance at the question. Why the hell would he ever do anything like this with them. They're his family. Dabi is..very much the exception. What's wrong with him?
Enji wants to say that he's not touched anyone since Shouto was conceived, but it's embarrassing enough to suppress that fact. He's done a lot to play the part of a dedicated hero. Giving up pleasures of the flesh to spend more time training or on the job. The hand holding Dabi up moves away the tighter those legs close around him, giving Enji the freedom to allow it to roam as well. He squeezes Dabi's ass with both hands, drawing him down against him as he slides his cock against the cleft of his ass, rocking his hips slowly back and forth rather than impulsively.]
Of course it's only you. [Who else would it be? There's been a few close calls with Hawks, but the kid wasn't even half his age. He feels more of a familial bond with the young hero than he does toward Dabi. So yeah, it's really only him.] Are you just going to mess with me, or are you going to kiss me? [Are those off limits? Is he allowed to ask for that? Enji's heart hammers so hard in his chest that the pounding might just be audible.]
[in a way, he does own it. endeavor never would've received this scar if it weren't for his son's machinations. this is his mark on endeavor, ripping his father's face with his own hatred as much as enji had turned his son's body into a fucked up patchwork of burn scars with his ambitions. there are so many ways they're similar and dabi elates in throwing them out there for the world to see, despite everyone clearly knowing the villain and the hero run on two different spectrum of morality and importance. yes, endeavor has his crimes, but he's no longer making excuses for them and owning to his responsibility. while dabi continues to taunt the victim card for no other reason than to shove that burning knife even deeper. this scar is the physical mark of "him" on his father, on endeavor.
and he's fucking proud of it. there's almost a cruel reverence and admiration of his own handiwork as he touches it, exploring the design and shape of its ragged outlines and the way his flesh changes texture within that ghoulish rip. deep down inside his twisted psyche, buried and poisoned like the rest, there's still that tiny lingering desire to be with his father again. not in the hellish revenge he usually wants, but childishly demanding his father's attention back on him. like it had been.
though it's long-since grown into an adult demand now. and endeavor certainly has lit that spark.]
Fuck...
[it's all he bothers with as the heat against him ratchets up to a noticeable rank. without the cold water pouring down to keep things somewhat recycled, the enclosed space rapidly starts to steam up from the lingering water on the floor. a normal person would instinctively draw back, not only from the heat but also from the man it exudes from. dabi's not a normal person and the corner of his mouth hooks upward again, enough to stretch the seam of his cheek between skin and scar open. something about possibly seeing that insanity in endeavor again is thrilling. they're so similar after all, something he's quickly finding out once again even after only a few hours with the man. whatever trades endeavor's making n his mind to justify this, or if he's simply throwing care to the wind, he's all for it.
this is what he's been gunning for, seeing the man finally shed all those trappings of heroism and apology and return to the nasty core inside. even if it only comes out during this carnal connection, at least it proves it's still there and he can revel in it. hearing the groan from enji's throat at the drag of those metallic edges on his skin earn repeat of it, hiking a leg at the knee to scrape the inside of his thigh's pierced rim against his father's hips. answering that slow thrust forward again as his back presses to the shower wall.]
Just noticin?
[the same interested tone from before, a faint heat in his voice that's only ever present when this shit's happening and when he gets really fired up in a battle. dabi's breath comes free in a shudder at the first touch of endeavor's dick against his skin, hips curiously notching forward to shamelessly take a grinding feel against his swelling organ. it really should be sick, but he only feels a twisted sense of satisfaction from getting such a response. it's enough to twitch his own into life, lifting between his thighs and hardening right there against enji's lower abdomen. seriously, what's not to want? dabi's the furthest thing from a saint and he'd be lying if he said some of his vices are nothing more than chances to escape the pain and filth of his life by slamming back some hot doses of pleasure.
if that's not telling enough. one hand to keep him there. though he's stubbornly giving credit to his own legs around his waist and the hand on the wall... which probably won't be staying there. as endeavor's hand wanders his own body, dabi's caught in the conflicting sensations of nostalgia and disgust clashing with pleasure that gives zero fucks. his own half-and-half lips part with a soft breath of interest and mild sensation as the man explores his chest and nipples. his scarred flesh is numb to most, but the rest of it remains fairly normal as far as nerves go. earning a few catches in his throat as his stomach sinks inward and hardens from the reaction. fuck... this is really gonna happen.]
A lot.
[simple question. he traces the tip of his finger across enji's lower lip, silently noting the smoothness that's so much different from his own. this is going to be a little difficult. half of him wants to cling to the man like he's the newest fling for a fuck; the other half wants to set him on fire and lounge next to his bones. but hell if he doesn't get some enjoyment out of enji's disturbed reaction to his question.
one shoulder hikes up, the one not yet covered in scars, and he tilts his head towards it, turquoise eyes the same shape and hue as the ones looking at him glowing into enji's own. muscles tighten, ass flexing beneath the hands gripping, and he reaches up with his free hand to grab onto the shower head's stalk. leaving his legs and his father's hands as the only support he has above the shower floor. a thick curse seeps from his lips as the man's cock threads between his cheeks, hole clenching instinctively every time the bare ghost of his crown touches it before thrusting back through again. yeah, he can use this.]
Nice to hear ya say that again.
[the question doesn't get an answer. he merely abandons enji's facial scar, hooks his hand around the back of his broad neck, and hauls himself forward with more strength than those lanky arm muscles would suggest. sitting up in his hands, legs dropping to hook his feet against the inside of his thighs, bringing himself flush to his father's chest and stomach as his cock ruts into the man's chiseled abdominal muscles. it's a rush and almost predatory, pouncing on him before leering into his face.
then leans in and kisses him full on the mouth. hesitation doesn't exist here, only deliberate delay to make a point that he's kissing him. upper lip smooth and flesh, lower lip crenelated and burned with staples and hoop piercings punched through his skin. pressing to him and wrapping around him like a devil from hell indulging in that taboo bliss. what makes it even better is feeling just how hard enji's heart's going against his chest. so fucking excited. or nervous.]
[Part of the reason Enji has such a soft spot for the son he lost so long ago is precisely because he was never afraid of or intimidated by him. Touya used to be all over his father even as a baby, and maybe it was because Enji was absent for so many hours of the day with work that they were inseparable while he was home. And to everyone's surprise at the time, it wasn't one sided. Even before the DNA results that confirmed Touya had a fire quirk like his own, he'd spend lots of time play fighting with his son. Pretending his little karate chops brought him to his knees.
Those little invasive memories have no place here. Not now. Not with what they're doing currently, but Dabi has that same disregard for his father's intimidating presence and strength. He prefers it that way. Having someone willing to talk down to him or belittle him in general isn't his cup of tea, but when people tend to walk on eggshells around him that kind of thing makes him feel like a normal man.
But he isn't a normal man, either. A normal man wouldn't take advantage of his own offspring's deep-seeded need to seek his father's attention. And that's what this was, wasn't it? Dabi wanting his attention, and he wasn't guiltless either. He wants the attention, the contact, the admiration from him. They're both sick, and clearly feed off of each other's weaknesses. At least Dabi can claim that he's not pretending to be something he isn't--Enji has no excuses for himself.
Despite the shame filling him, the sounds Dabi makes with every push of his hips eggs him on. When he glances down between them, he's greeted by Dabi's dick, noticeably harder than when he first grabbed him to pin against the wall of the shower. At least this sickness they're engaging in is mutual. He couldn't do it if it wasn't. His fingers dedicate just as much time to the areas of damaged skin as it does to the healthy sections, but he notices that he gets more of a response from the latter and focuses on that instead.
Dabi grabs at the neck of the showerhead for support, Enji presumes. He doesn't need Dabi to help support him, but he doesn't do anything to impede the younger male's movements. Enji hadn't given much thought to what he might need the leverage for until burned hands grip his shoulders and legs twine around him so that when Dabi moves against him, he can feel exactly what's being pressed up between the muscles of his abs. He swears under his breath, his eyes too fixated on his son's to respond in any meaningful way.
Even if he had something to say, the mouth pushed against his suddenly keeps him from saying it. Enji prefers it that way. Talking has never been his strong suit, anyway. His eyes close into the kiss, and he does notice how different it is. The texture from top to bottom is different, which he expected, but it's not as rough as he thought it might be--the lower half of Dabi's face. It's not at all unpleasant, and he finds himself wondering what the inside of his son's mouth might feel like.
He hates every part of himself, but he can't bring himself to stop either.]
[a man who doesn't exist anymore. just like dabi was no longer the child enji saw during the inklings of his youth, endeavor was no longer the man touya had looked up to. as far as the tiny mind could fathom, endeavor was the monster that arrived and murdered the father he thought he once had. taking him over with that damn obsession with besting all might, revealing to the child he wasn't a boy at all, but a vessel designed to weaponize and claim his ambitions. a childhood glee over training with his father couldn't be ignored, and yet it merely gouged holes in the walls to prove over and over that endeavor had seen in him what he refused to look at after all. he told him he was the best, he told him he would become someone great, he told him the destiny of a hero lay before him because the blood of endeavor ran through his veins, providing a quirk that would make him the greatest hero who ever lived!
and then it was all gone. just like those memories. a childhood he barely recalled because it meant nothing. only a fake lead into the disgusting truth. when all that joy and happiness was nothing more than a front designed to sucker him into the reality of his existence. enji enjoyed him when he was new, when he was promising, but once he was revealed to be nothing more than a failed experiment, pretenses dropped.
dabi hates those damn memories. hates that little kid with a smile on his face. what did he know of what lay in store, what was really going through the man's mind. enji likely couldn't wait for him to grow old enough and awaken his quirk to get started. just a vessel. just an experiment for his pride.
but even that insane wreckage of his childhood happiness doesn't pervade into this sin. dabi's once again taken with just how large the other man in, how impressive that stature and strength he'll never possess, and the heat that's washing over him he'll eternally exceed. it's not hard to grip him and drag endeavor into the kiss, almost like he'll be able to manipulate, intoxicate, and capture him with it. let him taste the darkness he know's inside him and simply doesn't want to admit to.
except this isn't taking advantage; that implies a certain level of deceit and innocence, an imbalance of want between the two parties. ironically, it's more apt to say dabi's the one taking advantage of his own flesh and blood by pull his father's guilt into this taboo indulgence. sure, he'll let enji take the blame for this as well as he likes, but there's a power rush in getting the hero into such a predicament, and goading him into following through, that's giving the villain a fucking trip right now.
oh it's mutual alright. touya's hard as a rock, the droplets of steam condensing on his skin catching the dim light of the shower through the shadow of his enji's frame so close to him. as his cock presses to the man's stomach, it'll be hard to miss the now-revealed piercings running up the underside of his dick: a silver four-rung frenum ladder centered on his shaft. if he's gonna feel here, then he's gonna make it feel even more, selfishly encouraging the remaining flesh on his body to trigger even more nerves.
he grateful for the silenced water, not having to worry about his skin getting more waterlogged and softer around the pierced areas. probably for the best considering the grinding and rubbing actions that glide against his flesh. lining his shaft up perfectly amid the central definition of endeavor's abs, rutting with slow undulations of his hips until his head's starting to leak clear beads of syrupy pre down onto his stomach. it mingles with the water smearing there already, heralding a later mess they'll have to clean off again with another quick wash.
holy fuck, dabi never thought hearing endeavor swear like that would be a turn on, but lo! here they are and it damn well is. swallowing any further curses with his mouth, the villain remains capturing with his lips and arresting with his hand, forcing enji to remain close to him as he wraps all around him. heedless to being held up entirely by his father's strong arms and legs. doesn't need to read the man's mind to realize this is now going to be his game.
the hand on endeavor's nape tightens, blunt nails digging into his skin as he tilts his head to the side. deepening the kiss until he feels the slight parting of his jaw to take a breath amid the liplock. and immediately shoves his entire tongue into his mouth, forcing apart jaws strong enough to bite his tongue clean off if endeavor was in the mood. he'd shove the muscle down enji's throat if he could, but since it's not that long, touya settles for exploring what he can reach. pulling his lips back to he can pant obscenely against his father's mouth and bare his tongue spreading open his teeth to "the world" around them. slicking it up and down, tracing the faint ribbed texture of his mouth's roof and then plunging it down to roughly shove endeavor's tongue to the side and bath in the soft spongy wet below at the bottom of his jaw. who cares if he starts to drool? they're past feeling shame now.]
[Enji doesn't care if people admire his body. He worked hard on getting it, and even though his appearance wasn't the ultimate goal of all that time training, it was clearly one outcome of his diligence. Maybe it could inspire others to work hard. It's the only reason he agrees to revealing photoshoots in men's health and fitness magazines. Also, if it's between showing off his body and interviews, he'll do literally anything to get out of the latter.
So he's not in the dark about the way he looks, just about the things people might want to do with him. Dabi had been the one to bring that up. He wonders if this is one of those things as he feels the underside of his son's cock slide against his stomach. They're pressed so close together now that he can't watch but he can certainly feel it. And the studs of metal that he'd only gotten a glance or two at, he can feel them very clearly now.
Both Enji's hands had lowered to the space between Dabi's ass and thighs. One hand helping keep him up, the other helping his heavy cock slide against him. Sometimes he'll deliberately rub the head of his arousal right up against Dabi's entrance, applying enough pressure that he can feel it, but not enough to actually penetrate. His brain seems to think that the threat of it is almost just as good as what it might really feel like, so his soft grunts into the heated kiss keep coming.
Dabi only needed a single opening to go in for the kill, and his tongue is in Enji's mouth mapping it out methodically. This is the thing that causes his face to flush. No one's ever kissed him like that before, it doesn't even feel right to call it a kiss. Dabi's tongue feels like it's fucking his mouth, and Enji doesn't do anything but take it, sucking at his son's tongue briefly with soft pulls then giving him space to have his way.
Enji brings up a hand to wipe away some of the excess moisture dripping down the corner of Dabi's mouth. That same hand disappears out of sight, soon to reveal itself as Enji rubs his wet finger in slow circles against the rim of Dabi's hole. Just like his cock, he doesn't push into him, just lets him marinate with the idea of it. It would be so easy, though. His cock is too much to take impulsively without proper preparation, but his fingers could get the job done too. The sick part of him wants Dabi to ask for it.
Enji breaks away from the kiss just for a couple seconds to speak, at last:] Do you need more?
[he might have looked at those photoshots in the magazines? definitely not for the reasons he's currently climbing on enji's body right now, but he has seen them before. they don't do the man justice. if he had other reasons for developing his body like this outside of hero work, then modeling in those damn magazines would be a good way to go. inspiring others to also work hard? maybe, if he doesn't mind the fanatic who thinks their work will get endeavor to notice them...
dabi's had to listen to some of that shit. villains or scum he's hung around discussing endeavor and all the ways they'd like to kill him, capture him, or fuck him. usually revolves around those three actions. he'd made plenty of enemies out there, some more depraved than others. they'd be fucking jealous to know the scarred, lanky guy in the shadows is the one trapped between the wall and endeavor's body. nah, he'd never let them know; this is his and fuck them for thinking otherwise. never was good at sharing...
feeling his hands back there is amazing. the caress of fingers across his skin that can actually feel sends his breath puffing out harder around his tongue, though he keeps himself in control by tightening his legs and rocking back into the man's grip as his cock slides along him. it's only when he actually feels endeavor's tip pressing to the clenching rim of his entrance that he finally breaks the kiss and drags his tongue out of his mouth, slicking it between his teeth and across his lips like he just finished a meal.
tempting him, how he's pushing against his hole but refusing to penetrate him immediately. he can relax his body, let the muscle give a little when enji pushes, then tightens up again and squeezes him out to a flush rub instead. not yet. he wants this to last longer. sure plenty of his times have been a quick "shove it in; screw the pain" but if he's going to be indulging in this kind of filth, might as well lounge.
done with the kiss? nah. he dives back in, wanting to feel everything. almost akin to a fire consuming every detail, from the slide of his tongue against the inside of his teeth to the dip of his molars in the back to the tiny tastebuds prickling the surface of his tongue as he twines and wraps it around his own. of course no one's kissed him like this before! not with the way enji flushed about seeing him naked and some of the comments he's made. dragging it out again, just to the edge of his teeth, then shoving it in once more, repeating those actions a few intimate times before finally letting endeavor break it.
just in time for the man's saliva-slicked finger (fuck he'd completely missed him slicking it up with his own spit) to slide around and probe at his backside again. different from the head of his cock, not as big but certainly firmer. circling him and drawing out a steamy groans from the younger man. just as he wonders about opening his mouth to taunt him for it, enji beats him to it. another grin drags up the corner of his mouth and he leans his head back to leer into his face, deliberately pressing his hips and ass down against his father's finger.]
[Modeling would obviously require very little social skill which lines up pretty cleanly with what Enji would prefer, but on the other hand he doesn't like the attention. Not in the way Dabi might think. He likes to be admired-- to command respect. Magazine models are the sort of people who are treated like nothing more than eye candy to the masses, and he has a hard time thinking he'd garner much respect that way.
But he's fine with only a handful of people (i.e: two) getting to admire him fully, up close and personal. He just never thought one of them would be Dabi at any point, but clearly, given his actions, he doesn't mind.
It's all a little exciting. Whether it's the catch in Dabi's breath every time he ruts against him, the blunt tip of his cock pressing at his entrance, or the slight scrape of staples against his skin that he's quickly growing to enjoy--the situation is admittedly thrilling. He groans responsively when Dabi's thighs close around him, his own cock producing little bits of precum at a time building up until he can feel it drip along his length a bit, then rub up against Dabi's hole.
He's too distracted by the kiss to remark on how his son feels like he's tempted to take him like its nothing, only to deny him access right after. Maybe Enji's the one being teased here. Dabi's kiss is all encompassing and feels impossibly hot, but he finds comfort in that heat. Enough that when their lips break apart, he misses the intimacy that was just there seconds ago.
But his fingers don't stop rubbing at him even as his hips stop pushing. He's getting satisfaction in other ways that the friction isn't missed. Dabi groaning like that pours fuel all over his fire, and he wasn't prepared for it. Or how casually his son uses body language alone to encourage him not to be shy about it. Enji doesn't need to be told twice. Though, even his two fingers are impossibly large. He still pushes them forward to apply more pressure until Dabi lets them inside. Enji prefers it that way to forcing his way in, but he's not so slow about pushing them in deeper once they're there. His movements are curious yet deliberate, feeling his way around inside his son's walls with this fingers, gently seeing if he can stretch him a little. But what for? They're not going to go that far, he tells himself. That would be crossing a line, wouldn't it?]
[depends. with this ruined reputation of his, dabi's wondered a few times what endeavor would do if he were to give up the hero farce (and somehow wind up not dead after the war). right now, the idea of him dealing with modeling is an amusing notion that sneaks its way between the rushes of pleasure and sensations. maybe endeavor could sign himself up in the red-light district and throw all of his shame into something actually useful. people could use him as much as he used to use other people. there's fucking karma for you.
sometime later, once he gets over the realization of what he's just done, dabi's going to take that time to look. hard to say he's admit to any sort of admiration when it comes to his scumbag of a father, but on a purely physical route, perhaps he could let his eyes and hands wander outside the shower...
teeth part again as he runs the tip of his tongue more firmly against the upper row, pressing hard enough he can feel it scrape. something to alleviate the anticipation and desire as enji teases the head of his dick along the rim of his entrance. fuck, part of him is screaming at him to tighten his legs and shove down. he's taken dry and raw before without screaming. but then again, this kind of stature and size isn't all that common out there in the underworld and those that are don't usually take to sexual things. distract from the body guarding and breaking shit.
all that goes out the window when slick precum smears across his flesh and touya hikes a leg up at the knee, foot pressing flat against the back of his father's thigh as if he's bracing himself for that plunging shove he just talked himself out of. inside... fucking hell, he wants him inside. the burn and pleasure of this kind of escape is impossible to get anywhere else; even drugs couldn't compare to a good hard fuck. maybe he should go back to kissing him...]
Ah fuck-
[eyes are bigger his damn stomach. or ass in this case. dabi curls his fingers sharply on endeavor's shoulders and he drops his head back with a teeth-baring hiss when the man presses both fingers in. stubbornly digging at his rim for a few seconds before the villain eases the tension in his stomach and the ring of tight muscle opens up and lets him in. it goes from push to stretch in zero seconds and his legs seize up around the hero's torso and thighs. god dammit, this guy had to get the fucking giant genes.
breath seething and a delirious grin starting to drag at his lips, touya's seeing white at the edges of his vision the further enji goes inside him. spreading him to the point of burning almost instantly. muscles flex and ribbon in slick lines around the man's fingers, a convulsing grip that throbs with dabi's heartbeats thrumming through his slick walls. his father's got his fingers inside him and holy shit if he doesn't start oozing precum from that thought alone. stubbornly, touya bites his proverbial tongue for now, refusing to voice the taboo realization until after the real show begins. wouldn't want dear ol' dad to chicken out before he starts properly fucking him.]
[That remorse Enji feels when he looks at Dabi doesn't extend to all the idiot villains he's pissed off. His soft spot is solely for his son. No amount of self-loathing would bring him low enough to let his former enemies take out their revenge on him--only Dabi can. If he were a wise man he would hope that his son doesn't hate him enough to trick him and feed him to the goddamn wolves.
Enji is already having to deal with what he's doing, what he's thinking about doing...what he'll probably do. It makes him sick to him stomach as much as it makes him want it more. He certainly has the capacity for villainy, so if he was ever unsure about that fact before, it's now clear as day.
When his son brings his knee up to give him better access, he thinks about just letting himself get carried away and giving in to the promise of tight heat around his cock. He nudges forward a bit too hard, applying a little too much pressure, and just before the head of his cock can start to sink into his son, he repositions him, replacing his arousal with his fingers to avoid a dangerous situation.
Dabi's swearing sounds like music that he won't get out of his head any time soon, and just to hear more of it, he curls his fingers curiously, angling them this way and that like he's looking for just the right spot. Eventually his thick fingers bump against Touya's prostate, and Enji focuses his efforts there. He'd much rather be inside him doing that, but even if they don't get to it this time, he'll consider this preliminary reconnaissance for that mission whenever the time comes.
He must be insane for thinking like that. That they'd ever do something like this again. His eyes drop to the healthy amount of precum Dabi's leaking, and it's clear that they both must be in the same boat to be desperate enough for intimacy that they're enjoying this.]
Then why do you sound so unsatisfied? [He's a selfish man. He wants Touya to say it. Enji presses kiss after kiss along his son's jaw down to the side of his neck, raking his burnt skin over with the stubble on his face like that might coax the words out of him.]
[perhaps he'll take some of that as selfish condolence for himself, though would probably use the man's softness for him against him at some point. even if just in arguments. but if it means he gets to spearhead his own revenge against endeavor without any risk of someone getting to the man first, hell if that's a disincentive. luckily for endeavor, dabi's far too damaged to think anyone other than himself deserves to take down the man who put him through this agony.
not that this is agony. he's having a dual shot of pleasure inside right now, from the physical stretch of his body around enji's fingers and the understanding his father's probably disgusted with himself right now for what he's doing. but if this kind of temptation and indulgence is going to get them both off, why the fuck should they stop it? that's the benefit of pleasure; it doesn't give a shit how it comes.
that little "almost" from before is impossible to forget. two large fingers work themselves inside, pressing him open and reaching further into areas he's not managed to burn yet. sticky and slick, a wet grip that's so different from the burned scarred flesh covering so much of his body. one accidental nudge and dabi's refusing to let this go without dragging endeavor all the way with him. they're both going to hell anyways. what's what more sin on the pyre?]
Shit-- [a straight press in and out suddenly turns into a slight swell as fingers curl inside him. dabi abruptly claws his hand on the man's shoulder, teeth gritting in pleasure and sensation with every exploring sweep and probe the hero's fingertips drag through his innards. looking for it, almost coming across it twice and earning a brief gasp or pant, before endeavor finally locates that little bundle way up in there. dabi drops his head back on his shoulders, eyes widening and mouth falling open in a silent noise. fucking hell, that's why he does this. everything shuts the fuck up all at once and it's only that filling his body up.
legs tighten up around his hips and sides, toes curling from the sizzle racing up his spine and down his limbs. it's a burn for once that doesn't feel bad and he drops his hips as best his can on the man's hand, thrusting himself onto his fingers. seeming to come back to himself, he lowers his chin and head, tongue tracing cross his teeth again as he leers with hungry and lust-preying eyes into his father's face. again? yeah, he has no problem with doing this again. finally an action they can do together that doesn't harm anyone else and won't break any real laws. what's not to enjoy?]
Maybe I don't want this to end too fast. [abandoning his shoulder and the showerhead, dabi wraps both hands around the back of endeavor's thick neck, fingers interlocking and thumbs sliding up and down the nape. pulling him closer when enji starts to go at his jaw neck with kisses, the marred flesh failing to feel much more than the pressure of his mouth against his skin.]
[He's disgusted with himself alright, but clearly he's as good at packing those feelings away as his son is. Maybe they're really not so different. Still, in order to use that as a bridge to something in common, they'd have to bring this up and talk about it some time in the future. Enji doesn't foresee that happening. He's not even sure he'd want to speak about this again out of a mixture of shame and embarrassment.
Yet, at the same time he shows zero inclination towards trying to stop it. How can he want to stop when Dabi responds so well to Enji's fingers trying to feel him out in search of one spot in particular. And how tight he gets the moment he does find it. Would it feel as good around his cock the way it does his fingers? The answer is obvious but he wants to feel it for himself. This is the epitome of greed and indulgence. He can't even make the argument that he's doing this because it's the only way Touya will let him get close. It just boils down to one monstrously fucked up thing:
Enji wants to fuck his son.
He keeps playing with Dabi like a toy with a button on it that he can press to cycle through programmed responses. Only its just a couple of fingers he's using to drive the young man crazy little by little. Enji deliberately backs off for a few seconds before driving his fingers in hard and fast to assault that same bundle of nerves, stopping and going while he observes Dabi's absolute bliss in between moments of lucidity. At this rate he's sure he can make him come without even having to be inside him.]
Maybe you have more stamina than I thought. [The lilt in his voice gives away that he doubts Dabi has it in him to withstand this for much longer. To make matters more difficult for Dabi, who apparently wants things drawn out, Enji encircles the entirety of his son's cock with his other hand. He makes it almost too hot as he feels how hard he is, squeezing gently at first, then strokes him slowly as he rubs his thumb back and forth over the sensitive parts of the crown.
He's set Dabi up for failure, but he's looking forward to what the villain will look like when he does let himself finish.]
[he saw that disgusted hesitation at the start, but by now it's burned away and been stuffed somewhere else. it'd be almost impressive if dabi didn't recall how easily enji ignored his family and compartmentalize them just as well. all he had to do was find something he wanted more than his conscience and it could go to hell with the rest of them. but he has to admit, the results of that--this time--are worth the effort. trust him, it's not something dabi'll want to do any in-depth talking about. doesn't mean he won't taunt him with it at a future date. if only to see the man try to compose himself again.
stopping is nowhere in his mind either. even his body is greedily demanding this continue. from the way he's climbing one leg up endeavor's side and hooking the other around his hips and thigh, to the clasp of his hands around the back of his neck for a harness to keep himself lassoed to his father's front. who would've thought those hands that wanted to punch his face in at one point would be cupping him like this and burying themselves inside him to the point of making him want to shout. twisting, spreading, curling, doesn't give a shit what enji's doing with his fingers so long as they keep moving.
blue eyes hood in a dangerous glow as those damn digits dare to ease off the motions. a breath hot enough to make the air waver in front of his lips escapes him in warning-- before that sudden shove makes touya jerk his head back again, cussing loudly in the shower as his shoulders hike up and fingertips bite into the back of his own hands. fuck fuck fuck! he's going so fast-! no pain, no weight, no bad heat, only a scorching bliss that's washing over him from head to splayed toes. whoever thought his fucking father could bring him this kind of sensation?
oh wait. he just said something... dabi drops his head to one shoulder, cracking a lewd grin at the other man's attention, a line of drool wandering out the abused corner of his mouth as it curves lurid upward.]
Ya think I can't last a while? [just because he winds up a little winded from long walks and can go down like a sack of potatoes to a hard enough blow doesn't mean he has the same issues in bed. it's easier to practice his stamina for that compared to his glass jaw. he deliberately extends his middle finger against the back of endeavor's neck and digs the rim of his blunt nail into his skin. enough it's going to leave a red crescent when he draws it back later.
buuut if he was going to say more, that's shut up with a sudden click of his teeth and a snarling hiss as another huge hand wraps around his dick instead.] Ngk-! ... bastard... [one eye clenches shut and that grin goes delirious from the dual sensations of tight grip and raised temperatures. the barbells on the underside of his cock rub against he man's palm with each squeeze, shooting his very-well-working-nerves with more endorphins. syrup oozes from the slit under his thumb, smearing around his head as enji circles the spongey tip.
yeah, he's shivering and twitching, doggedly holding on with every part of himself as a final fuck you. but it's not going to last for more than another minute.]
[The way Dabi looks at him when his fingers slow nearly causes Enji to laugh, but it only gets as far as a slight smirk. He doesn't mean to be condescending about it, but it may come off that way when he's literally playing with Dabi to see how much he can take.
Maybe if he had to explain himself he could blame the fact that he hasn't had any sexual contact with another human being in decades, but that admission feels too embarrassing. He's not sure when he can have this again, and maybe he is going too far, but he doesn't want to be kept up at night listing the things he could have done but didn't.
Enji kisses Dabi's open mouth a couple of times. He has more than enough cordination to finger fuck his son while he strokes his cock. When most of the effort in holding him up is shared between how tightly Dabi is wrapped around him, and the way he's positioned to lean the remainder of his weight against the tiled wall helping to sandwich the villain, he's free to use both his hands to drive him crazy.]
No, I don't think you can.
[Again, that unintentionally condescending grin when he sees Dabi realize that his end is imminent. If he were as a cruel a man as his family believed him to be, he may have just stopped. Cut off all contact and leave Dabi unsatisfied and probably livid with rage. But that's not what he wants. He wants Dabi to feel helpless against his impending orgasm, he wants his son to know it's futile and that Enji was selfless in giving him that. After all, he's still rock hard and being patient about waiting his turn. Even if Dabi comes, Enji isn't finished with him just yet.]
It's okay if you can't hold out.
[He means it to be comforting, but maybe there is a slight taunting tone to it that he'll also claim that he can't help. Enji tries and then follows through with a third finger. It's infinitely tighter suddenly, but his speed doesn't lessen, nor does his assault on that spot webbed with nerves to send relentless waves of pleasure through Dabi using just his fingers. His other hand doesn't really need to do much, playing with his piercings, smearing that generous amount of precum over along his slit and back down to the underside. He's waiting him out.]
Hurry up. I want to put my tongue inside you after this.
[he's better be glad the sex is distracting or else dabi'd be tempted to set the entire place on fire. out of spite! unfortunately, those fingers are distracting and the delay in their motions isn't long enough to push him that far. it's only a few seconds before he's struggling not to lose his breath again.
breath enji keeps stealing from him each time his mouth shoves against his own. there's nothing romantic or gentle about the way they kiss. open-mouthed messy things that punctuate their breaths with silence and a few throat-bound moans before the seal cracks open again. touya's left holding on with all four limbs, unable to even free his hand enough to reach back and grab the wall as the larger man shoves in all the way to his damn knuckles. good thing his back's literally against the wall; the only circumstance where that's a good thing.
his attempt at growling in reply to that taunting comment is wrenched halfway through by hitched air. god damn, he's going to pay him back for this before they're through tonight. luckily for enji, his eldest son's mind is far too distracted from the sexual pleasure to even bother attempting to throw its normal shade at him for any of this. there's too much sweeping under dabi's patchwork skin and collecting through his muscle as it drools down towards his hips and collects behind the flat wall of his stomach. fuck fuck fuckfuc-!!
touya doesn't know which of those things it is that finally does it. the crush of his mouth against his own making his upper lip burn with those tiny scrapes of stubble from his father's lips. the heat of his words and breath ghosting over his neck and jaw and mouth and wherever the fuck else the man's talking. the sudden plunge of a third finger inside that has him hiking up on his legs and shouting into the steamy room as everything's suddenly stretching and hurting and spasming all over in the best fucking way possible. the meat of his hand as it entombs his precum-slathered dick in endeavor's palm and fingers until there's a white well-worked froth squelching between the man's digits as he strokes him and torments the piercings laddering the underside of his cock. any of those things could've done it.
except his father decides to do all of them at the same time.
hiking his shoulder and knee up, everything winds tight as a rubber band before that immediate snap. dabi jerks his head back with a curse spit between his teeth, toes curling against enji's thigh and fingers sinking into his neck and the back of his own hand. wet walls seize up in a mixture of muscular rings and molten ribbons, his entrance clamping hard enough to try and shove all three of those fingers together inside him. his tight-stretched skin almost seems to pull tauter against the staples as every muscles in his lanky body goes hard and touya breaks, cock spurting out streams of hot white all over the air between them, spattering endeavor's chest and his own stomach with spurts of white, each pulse sucking his stomach in and bucking his hips up as he shoots out a few heavy ropes. before dwindling down into sleeker lines and then to a measly bubbling that oozes the rest of it out of his tip as his cock pulses its last into endeavor's calloused palm.
[Even though he'd been backing Dabi into a corner with it all, leaving him with very little choice but to shoot his load over his father's chest and stomach (as well as his own), Enji still manages to be surprised at how suddenly it happens. There's a light, dazed, feeling he gets. For a second he thinks he might faint, but it's something else.
His own cock aches and leaks, reminding him of his own needs, and offers an explanation to his own response to the sight of Dabi in that state. He memorizes every detail of the moment, from the way his staples pull at his skin in places when his muscles clamp down all over his body then release again with each string of come that leaves him. The expression on his son's face in that moment, how different it is from any looks he's seen Dabi with before. Even the way he breathes during and after makes Enji want to draw his fingers out and replace them with his dick. It's difficult, but he resists the urge well enough. He's had a lot of practice with denying himself rewards until he achieves his goals.]
You did well.
[The praise comes out of him unexpectedly, but he means it. Enji's fingers pull out slowly as he eventually lowers Dabi to his feet. He should have stepped away to rise off and then leave, but instead he takes another moment to look the younger man over, appreciating his handiwork before coaxing him to turn around. True to his word, he crouches at first, then lowers himself further onto his knees as his hands grab Dabi's hips to pull him back.
Enji presses his face forward without any hesitation, his nose meeting skin even before his tongue can find its way to Dabi's entrance. His fingers did enough to work him open so he could slip it right inside him if he wanted to go straight to it, but like everything else, he drags it out. Dabi must still be coming down from his high, and Enji doesn't want to overstimulate him--instead his tongue teases around his rim, lapping directly over it when the muscles clench tighter.
He still has the lingering memory of Dabi's hot release on his skin, and Enji can't help but reach down to give himself a little relief while he tongues at his son's entrance.
They've long since past the point at which Enji might have considered this too depraved an act to allow. The point of no return has long since passed, and now he just wants to enjoy himself without judgement.]
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Date: 12/4/21 21:11 (UTC)So, yeah, it's unusual to be this close to anyone else, doubly so that Dabi is technically his son, but not so weird that he ever considers shutting it down, or walking away.]
Not back there, no, and luck doesn't have anything to do with it.
[And although he has a few at the front, none are as prominent as the one on his face. Can't really complain about that when Dabi's entire body is a literal patchwork of unburnt skin and scar tissue. The same man as a child bares almost no resemblance when Enji tries to place them side by side in his mind. The only thing about Dabi that's exactly the same is the intense aqua of his eyes that mirror his father's. Shouto only got one, but when he looks at Dabi it carries the familiarity of a quick glance into a mirror.
The muscles of his back and shoulders tense and flex in response to the touch of a hot (but not uncomfortably so) fingertip against his skin. He doesn't make any sort of verbal remark about the contact, but drops his head down a little with a soft hum. It's as much of an invitation for Dabi to touch him freely as he's going to give. Probably to anyone, ever, but definitely for the foreseeable future, if not, then just the next couple weeks.]
You're certainly not a child anymore.
[Even if there are moments he has to remind himself of that. Jumping back into the peak of their relationship as father and son wasn't possible for a number of reasons, but he's as careful with Dabi as he would have been with Touya when he was a baby. There are so many habits he needs to break, and it's a little easier to not try to treat him like the insufferable kid he has the clearest memory of when the very representation of his manhood is on display.
If Enji takes a moment to look once Dabi's clothes are out of the way, it's entirely based in curiosity and nothing more. He has to tell himself that when the obvious question of what he's doing looking at his son's dick pops into his head. It's not like the size of him is of any importance to him at all. Obviously it's just a sick curiosity to see if he had Enji's genes there or his mothers. That's all it is, he insists to himself, silently satisfied that at least that part of him filled out well and wasn't lost to his self-destructive fire quirk.]
I'm trying to spare you from having to be in here with me longer than you have to.
[But since Dabi is going to judge him for it the way he's judged his clothing, Enji matches that same sarcastic teenage energy as he gets to his feet, sucks it up and properly washes himself off. He can't leave a job half finished.
Enji feels at least a little more shame than Dabi when his eyes linger over the villain's slim frame from his full height. He's not embarrassed at all to show his own body but, it takes some time until he doesn't feel bad about looking at Dabi. Enji leans back against the tile, trying to move out of the way of the shower so Dabi can wash himself. Unlike his son, he takes up a good amount of space, so he's used to being conscious of it.
Dabi doesn't need Enji to warm his water because of his quirk, but he lingers in the shower with him anyway to watch quietly.]
Make sure you wash properly. [The funny part is, he's not joking.]
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Date: 12/5/21 20:05 (UTC)Ya mean ya don't ever get attacked from behind or ya never turn ya back on villains?
[okay so maybe not completely done with picking at him, but the question's not really lancing. endeavor's free to take it that way if he likes, but dabi's mostly curious. he's noticed the lack of any real scars on the hero's body, especially compared to the one on his face. they speak of endeavor's skill and power. though the one ripping half of his visage off dual speaks of his determination to be a hero and, now that it's revealed, the depths of dabi's hatred towards the man.
and no. he has no sympathy for shouto's burn scar or endeavor's. they don't even know the meaning of "scarring" compared to what touya went through. though he's not really one to flaunt his scars for that reason. kind of likes using them to freak, scare, and gross people out. they're sort of an intimidation weapon and they make a great conversation starter. (especially when he blames them on heroes.)
nah, he'll stick to one finger for exploring.]
And yet ya still can't help but occasionally treat me like one.
[no shit, since dabi can act like an immature kid at times. sulking, pouting, having tantrums, getting even, being a pain in the ass for no reason other than he's a walking dickhead. the league puts up with an awful lot from him... endeavor would shake his head. but then there's the current reality, when he's standing over his father with his body bared and his dick in his face. no shame whatsoever.
one, he certainly had gotten endeavor's genes in that department, though he doesn't have that meat-packed buns of steel ass his father sports and the tabloids like to snap pictures of (control your spandex, endeavor). but that might be more lack of nutrition on the streets than lack of genes. two, he's damn glad his dick hasn't burned off. there are multiple reasons he's not even going to think about for why. that said, enji staring right at him and checking him out is one part weird as fuck and one part hilarious. not that dabi was a prude; he never averted his eyes when endeavor stripped down.]
Walked in here on my own, and I'll leave when I feel like it. Ya ain't in control of that.
[though he does "hmph" in annoyance when the man opts to eschew his hands-aimed water flow and instead takes the icy burst in the face to quick wash himself off. tch, see if he ever helps you with that again, arrogant asshole. but he steps to the side and leans against the far wall while endeavor washes.
and this time, he takes the opportunity to take a good look. eyes wandering down his father's neck and chest, that ridiculous breadth of his shoulders and the statue chiselling of muscle that threatened to rival All Might in sheer sculpture alone. it's annoying that the man's a damn specimen of male beauty. aliens should never abduct him for a sample of humanity because they'd be disappointed when they came back for more like him. fuck, you could wash clothes on those abs! he gets a faint memory of playing that pachinko machine, watching the little metal balls bounce down pegs and hills to find paths to the bottom. speaking of... twin cuts grooving his his funnel dabi's eyes lower towards the fantasy of many a villainous female gaze. no, there were one or two instance when he torched some lewd bitch for rambling on about endeavor's dick. the world didn't need trash like that. but... he's getting a full frontal proof of exactly why they talked about him. it's as impressive as the rest of him, and that's probably an understatement.
maybe he's silently grateful he at least got some of his father's genes outside his quirk, and eyes, and skin tone, and hair... well, used to be hair.]
Ya serious? [did he just slip back into "dad" mode at him? dabi gives him a flat look before bluntly walking into the water and letting it splatter all over his face and down his body.] This is washin properly.
[anywhere from breaking into a school to steal showers at their locker rooms, the entire league renting one motel room to shower off, or if those options aren't available, finding fountain, river, lake, something like that to take a dip in. though it's when dabi gets the soap in his hands that he actually pauses and looks a little... not conflicted, but it's rare he gets soap.]
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Date: 12/6/21 07:26 (UTC)Besides, he usually had his back to whoever's in need of saving, and it wasn't until recently he's started to wonder if maybe they were also waiting for a chance to stab him in the back.
Steam escapes his nose as he exhales the sigh he was holding on to.]
Then don't act like one.
[Far easier to place all the blame on Dabi that acknowledge that his softness for his son is his very glaring weakness, and treating him like he remembers Touya is so easy it's almost an indulgence worth savoring. How is he meant to treat Dabi like an adult when he never fully got to treat him as a teenager or a young man. He'd missed out on those moments with Touya and perhaps was making up for lost time.
Far too much too late, he thinks. Dabi would probably agree, but he doesn't say the words out loud to confirm it. Instead he dedicates his attention to the body in full view the same way Dabi's eyes examined him for flaws. The difference being Dabi scanning him for scars over otherwise smooth skin is not the same as taking in the patchwork of healthy and damaged skin that's exposed to him in return.
Although, he will admit that Dabi is still nice to look at in spite of that.
Unfortunately he's not the only one to think that. Dabi's slender frame and wickedly charismatic eyes have a power over the women who aren't put off by the track of staples holding the villain together. He has to hear about them when they send him letters belittling him for his past actions while complimenting Dabi in ways he always told his staff he had no inclination to hear about. So they stopped telling him.
He's always just assumed it's that same morbid fascination people have with serial killers, but getting to be up close and looking at him, he understands the appeal. Tall, dark, and handsome to those who weren't towering over him, Dabi would have been far too pretty to be a villain if he hadn't ruined himself with burns. And even the word ruin is debatable here, Enji thinks.]
You won't get clean with water alone. Do you need help?
[Enji is not above bathing his adult son if it ensures that he smells clean while they happen to be cohabitating. It's for his own benefit as well as Dabi's. There's also shampoo and Dabi's hair is probably too long to be fine without it. He squeezes some onto his hands and comes at Dabi without warning, his fingertips gently massaging his scalp as a good amount of lather forms. Even this feels like an indulgence he doesn't deserve to have a second chance at, but he steels his face and his focus, fully prepared to take any protest in stride in the name of hygiene.]
Tilt your head back and close your eyes.
[His voice isn't as stern as before when it's time to rinse. It's almost uncharacteristically gentle. This is how he should have always treated Touya, then maybe they wouldn't be in this position.]
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Date: 12/6/21 16:46 (UTC)[he does. complete with thinking that steaming snort reminds him of a cartoon bull. and that's one of the few "innocent" childish things the villain's retained. the rest are all matured into some nasty personality traits. to go along well with his new life on the streets. rei would be completely ashamed at seeing what her son's turned into. manners wise. the rest of him's probably evoking both horror and disgust from her, if also a sense of validated relief that her exasperation towards him was well founded.
dabi's used to the blame being placed on him. he wasn't strong enough, he wasn't able enough, he wasn't good enough, all his fault for never being able to stand up to his father's ambitions and reach those lofty heights no matter what he did. he blamed fuyumi for not understanding him, natsuo for not wanting to hear him, enji and his wife for being shitty parents, and shouto simply of existing. but under it all, the notion of "failure" continues to run deep.
seeing some of those scars, not just the one on endeavor's face, is a way of validating his own determined beliefs that his father is not the perfect and lofty goal he wanted to make proud. the man is damaged and vulnerable, can be hurt and ruined. he's not the insurmountable wall he wanted to project himself as. not worth the title of no. 1. not even worth the title of "hero". and watching his eyes rove over himself is therapeutic as well. he's not ashamed of his scars and disheveled body. rather gets a sick enjoyment out of endeavor having to face his own handiwork. in a while, there's a lot of people enji used to know who are going to look like him, courtesy of endeavor's own flames.
oh he's not alien to the idea people find him attractive. perhaps not in the classic "beauty" standards, but the shadowy intrigue and dangerous allure of villainy and stoic callousness ironically draw people. he's used himself to survive and to get what he wanted. some people didn't care what it looked like, so long as it was fuckable. and others he had fun seducing, picking up charm and charisma from hookers and hustlers he watched on the streets. certainly wasn't going to learn those tricks from home sweet home.
some people find his scars freakishly attractive, though there's a lot of miscreants and deviants down here in the underworld. people endeavor wouldn't know shit about. well, minus the one or two dabi deliberately sent his way. ending for one and that ball riding star-what's-his-face. shows their importance to him.
dabi scoffs at the question and lifts his arm to look at it, broken from his thoughts.]
Don't think I forgot how to wash myself, ya know.
[of course, the one gross part of baths and showers is when his skin starts to get soft. particularly around the seams. makes it easier to pull and break, so he has to be careful if he wants to soak. with that in mind, he goes for the soap, stepping out of the spray so he can lather his hands and then start working on his arms. beginning with the demarcation lines and works his way down in quick, practiced motions that suggests he's more military in the shower on average.
only to pause and blink when hands fall on his head. seriously? he's gonna wash his hair? for a second, his eyes blaze up at the man through the dark spikes of his bangs, almost ready to flare up and blast him away from him. but the slight sapphire haze of flames around his shoulders dissipates and he loses the glare, looking away as he silently gives endeavor permission to do what he wants.
the roots are starting to show white again, but that's likely lost in the snowy suds.]
I do it this way.
[maybe he's petulant, maybe he's rebellious, but either way, he tilts his head forward instead and lets the water drag his hair, and the suds, down. those gentle hands in his hair are... irritating. the bring back extremely faint memories of a child he doesn't know anymore, and a parent he can no longer believe even existed.]
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Date: 12/6/21 18:52 (UTC)Guess I'll take the blame for that too. At least I have a legitimate reason for treating you like one.
[That legitimate reason being that 1) Enji is literally his father 2) It's hard to know how to treat Dabi when Touya was just a child when he lost him. Dabi may not look like a child, and may not even look like the Touya he remembers, but the stuff from back then that he's been missing are things parents didn't tend to do to adult children. Bathing together and hair washing, for example. He doesn't know how to navigate any of this stuff. Maybe he should give up on parenting the way he's given up (at least temporarily) on being a hero.]
I don't think you forgot, I think you just don't do it right habitually.
[Enji is mostly joking, but nagging Dabi is strangely satisfying. Maybe because he knows that it does bother him. He also wondered about how his skin and staples handled extended exposure to water or soap, and he's starting to answer a lot of his own questions purely by observation.
He steps forward when Dabi dips his head for the shampoo run down forward instead of back. Maybe it has to do with the way he styles his hair? Enji doesn't care that much about it, he's solely focused on making sure the shampoo is completely washed out. He wraps an arm around Dabi's waist from behind to make sure he doesn't move away as he takes just a moment to properly wash behind his ears. Enji's open hand covers a large amount of surface area of Dabi's lower abdomen.
If his father's attention is what he wanted this whole time, Enji is sure it won't take much time for Dabi to grow to dislike the attention of his overbearing father as much as his other children do. He's still surprised that Dabi backed down from trying to fight Enji back, and he know he shouldn't ask questions about that or risk those blue flames coming out again. But he's never been able to leave well enough alone.]
As long as we do it your way, you don't care if I help?
[He wants to point out how childish that is to prove his point from before, but he's already risking being shoved away by making that comment at all. So Enji keeps it to himself, just letting out a low chuckle. It must be a dad sense of humor thing because he's also aware that this might not be amusing to anyone else.
At certain moments his skin meets Dabi's and he's able to feel there's a temperature difference between them. Dabi feels cold against him, and so Enji remains wrapped around him from behind. Just being out of direct contact with the cold water has allowed him to heat up again. They both tend to run hot, probably, but maybe Dabi doesn't know he's cold because he's not bothered by it?]
Am I smothering you yet? Or is this what you always wanted?
[Enji's hand slides up Dabi's stomach to one side of his chest, pulling him back and away from the water again. He lets himself have this moment, regardless of what Dabi wants, and rests his face right on top of Dabi's wet hair.]
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Date: 12/6/21 23:49 (UTC)[he's sometimes wondered if, in his excuse to be a semi-decent parent, endeavor's given fuyumi, natsuo, and shouto unlimited credit cards. it seems likely, considering he can just throw money at his kids to make them go away. well, shouto being the exception. but he's not about to ask, preferring to leave that for stewing on later.
there's a part of him that's amused at endeavor's failure to deal with this new strangeness of showering with him. for dabi's, it's not a problem at all; he's so disassociated from his father the man might as well be a stranger when he needs him to be. years of pretending they weren't related and lying about it whenever the topic came up in his presence has made it second-nature for him to compartmentalize his thoughts and emotions when it comes to his family. unable to forget any of it, though his hatred's transformed all those memories into fuel for his insanity. he's got that going for him.]
How the fuck do you do it "right"? [doesn't stop him from growling at him like a petulant teenager getting told he needs to fix something.] It's washing hair.
[if endeavor's joking, it's still getting a rise out of the eldest from his brood. you put your hand in your hair with soap on it and rub it around back and forth. maybe in circles if you wanna be fancy about that shit. dabi doesn't treat it any differently than shoving his head under a spigot on a hot day.
the soap at least is helping the stapled areas of his skin. he does have to treat them when he has time and supplies to do that; otherwise he'd be walking around with infections all over. it's a price to pay for his chosen method of handling his injuries.
hair styling is part of it? even if that spiky bunch atop his head is mostly natural and only helped with the occasional choppy cut to keep it from getting long. no, he's not gonna say who cuts his hair.
the magician.it's when he suddenly gets a meaty arm wrapped around his waist from behind that he tugs his head up, slapping water across enji's face from the sudden pull.]The fuck-?!
[well he tries to move away? but ends up "oof" against the bar across his stomach and now there's a hand on his head getting behind his ears. dabi makes a face at the wall across from him, feeling very uncomfortably like some damn cat getting groomed or something. if he knew it would actually do something, he'd stomp on his stupid foot. that massive hand over his stomach's good enough to keep him there, abs hardening under his scarred swatch across his belly and the sweep of healthy skin below it.
and now he's starting to remember other reasons why he hated the man. micromanaging perfectionist with an overbearing "my way" attitude on how shit gets done. that question is enough to get another hell's cat glare over his shoulders, this time eyes actually burning and a few whorls of blue flame sparking into existence around his head.]
Ya got your fucking bear paw pinned at my waist and ya gonna talk bout "my" way?
[but it's when the man suddenly pulls back, not hard enough to jerk him, but enough to make him take a step or two backwards. flesh presses up against his back and he tenses, unconsciously rising on his toes as his eyes widen from the sensation. this is definitely not the first male body he's felt against his back and it's not the first time he's been grabbed and held like this either.
but this is endeavor and for all his damn compartmentalization, his brain is racing with a host of warnings and screamings. too close, too controlled, too fast, to angry. slamming that urge into a high gear that's reserved for certain fight or flight situations. enji's hot against his skin, body only good with resisting the cold and now almost sizzling with the heat. (or that's his flames.) smothering him? what he fucking wanted?! he feels his flesh crawl beneath the hero's hand as it wanders up his stomach and cups at his chest, heart slamming beneath his ribs in a manner he can't tell between panic or excitement.
then a face settles right into his hair and something snaps inside him. the tension seems to melt and his expression slides back into the normal stoic expression as his flames vanish with a husk of air. just in time for his fingers to come up and wander across the side of enji's face, almost spider-like as their tips step from the angle of his chin to the span of his cheek and the taut of his temple.]
If ya really wanna smother me, I should be the one against the wall, endeavor.
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Date: 12/7/21 04:22 (UTC)[What could have been a joke is said so dismissively that there's hardly any way to think Enji is being anything but genuine. Monetary compensation for the shit Touya had to go through wouldn't have been out of the question if Dabi wasn't one of the most dangerous villains in Japan. So any traceable transfer of funds to Dabi would likely incriminate him.
Enji's not even aware that Dabi isn't being serious, or maybe his response would have been less honest.
He's still conflicted about what the young man is to him.
It's hard to say they're enemies outright. They fall on opposing sides of the morality spectrum (despite Enji's tendency to do terrible things), but Enji has already made up his mind that he won't be fighting Dabi at any point in the future. Not one on one or head to head. He refuses due to the second point. It's hard to say they're family when they haven't been close for decades and even before then when Shouto was being trained they weren't on speaking terms. Well, Touya would speak to Enji and his father would largely ignore him in order to not encourage his training.
So where does not quite enemies, extremely estranged family fall? That's where Dabi is, and Enji supposes he can either try to pinpoint some kind of definition or just allow it to be ambiguous.
The issue with that is there are moments when he knows for a fact that Touya, his Touya, is in there just as he remembers him. He can feel it when his hand is over Dabi's chest and his heartbeat hammers away or when his reaction to Enji being intrusively overbearing is a flare up of his quirk possibly out of reflex. That's undoubtedly his son's temperament. He knows because he's the same way.
But then Dabi also has moments where he locks all of that down and his expression goes blank, his blue eyes cold and distant. In those moments Enji doesn't feel any familiarity, and while it makes touching him easier and less meaningful, he knows the villain isn't really receptive to his input at that point. Nor is he to Dabi's.
The hand that reaches up to slide fingers along Enji's face does cause his hands to freeze for a moment. Not rubbing over the jigsaw puzzle of stapled flesh, but just resting against it instead as he tries to suss out what Dabi's intentions are. Maybe hypocritical when he's pressed right up against him from behind. It's just throwing him for a loop. One moment he's sure Dabi will burn his face off, and the next his face is touched in a way that brings heat rushing to the places those fingers had just been.]
Do you want to be smothered?
[Dabi calls him Endeavor, and something in him crackles like he's just had fresh firewood fed to whatever was burning inside his chest. Dabi doesn't weigh much at all, so shutting off the water to turn them around is just as easy as drawing the younger man up by the backs of his thighs to trap him between himself and the tile. In the moment it's clear as day. Dabi is not his son and Endeavor is not his father.]
What do you really want from me? Why did you bring me here?
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Date: 12/7/21 16:38 (UTC)[and he's sure the bank would appreciate not being burned down when the cops came to arrest him with a fleet of heroes. sticking his head into any sort of "official" or "legal" shit related to his now-outed todoroki name would be extremely detrimental to his current life decision of hiding out with all for one. this current "current decision" with endeavor aside. it's a fling, an experiment, nothing more. the league and the plf have plenty of funds and supplies. he'll keep those "retroactive" allowances for future use. should something ever come up where the planets align.
the only reason he's not outright abandoning the idea is because endeavor spoke so plainly about it. dabi mistrusts a lot of what the man says, but there are things he'll accept as truth. this being one of them, ironically enough. considering the new leaf endeavor's trying to convince himself he can turn over, dabi's sure his father would give him his inheritance if he asked for it. strings attached, of course.
endeavor may have a hard time deciding what the two of them are to each other, but dabi's mindset is crystal clear on that regard. endeavor is many things to him and he changes the lens as he needs. father, murderer, abuser, false hero, victim, prey, ambition, obsession, enemy. while the flame hero has determined not to fight him, dabi has every intention of forcing the man to raise his fires to him. if that means murdering his youngest child in front of him, then he'll have a fucking blast while doing it. he's agreed to a selfish truce for now, not planning on attacking the man outside of possible training. though even that's somewhat tinted in passive aggressive irony.
touya remains inside him as well, but it's hard to say dabi "switches" to touya instead of donning his name and memory like a mask. unfortunately, he wasn't burned to a complete crisp. patchwork scars cover his healthy flesh and the same goes with his shattered mindset and twisted personality. pieces of touya remain among the blackened parts. he still retains his pride and the todoroki's cool disposition, even his childish excitement (though what excites him now is disturbing) and sarcasm/tantrums make it back. but it's only rarely that touya's emotional side makes its way through dabi's stoic shell, and often that's translated into his violent streak. case in point being the flare of his flames and the brief thought of burning endeavor up to get away.
but nah. he regains control of himself and locks it all back away where it's safe. back to the visage of a villain endeavor never once recognized as his own child until he flat out told him (and even then he refused to believe it for a while). it's easier this way, isn't it? they can both ignore the unknown rawness of what they are to each other and go back to the status quo.
a grin splits the side of his mouth as he feels endeavor freeze under his touch. not a bad reaction, considering he could blast his head. tracing over the connection of his ear and being a shit enough to deliberately curve round to the back of it for a rub or two. ya wash back here yourself, endeavor? up into the spiked up shock of red hair that most of his kids inherited, but only one still retains. hard to miss that crown atop his. hard to miss that body pressed up against his own and he's well aware they're both quite naked and soaking wet. the warmth endeavor exudes is insanely tempting and he leans into it without hesitating. so much definition back there... ridiculous.]
Wouldn't be the first time.
[the water shuts off and in one motion, dabi feels the world spin around him as hands cup around the back of his thighs and hoist up. both eyes widen in surprise, but then quickly narrow as a sneering smile cuts across his face, hooded gaze glowing into the larger man's face as he's trapped between a mountain of muscle and the tile wall.]
Ooo, good start...
[not sure if this is an honest question or some spontaneous role play, he only bothers to tuck his legs back at the knees, hand finding its way entirely into enji's hair.]
Wanted to see if there was a chance we could get close without killin each other for a bit. Kinda surprised, but can't say I don't like it.
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Date: 12/8/21 07:23 (UTC)If only he could throw money at this particular problem and have it go away. Enji would give away his entire estate in the blink of an eye if it meant Dabi would turn himself in. There wouldn't really be any freedom in Dabi's future at that point, he's not wrong.
And the notion that Dabi and his son are one in the same isn't a reality he likes to accept. There are too many things he thinks Dabi would deserve, but can't quite make himself believe the same of his son. Perhaps the one who is compartmentalizing his feelings depending on his subconscious desires is himself. After all, how could he refuse to fight his son on one hand, then draw Dabi into such a suggestive position the very next moment.
It would be far easier if Touya really had died on that mountain. He wouldn't have questioned his own morality regarding the way he feels as much as he is currently. It would be wrong of him to be physically involved with Dabi even if they weren't related, but they are, and it is.
But Dabi doesn't stop him. Much like his childhood training, he has moments where he seems like he might quit, or fight back, but then he presses on instead. In this case, he allows Enji to be close to him physically. First in very small ways, then more invasive ones, and at no point has he tried to pry himself away. That doesn't make it right, though. Dabi is very clearly troubled, and Enji really shouldn't engage him.
But he does.]
When did you become such a masochist?
[Enji thinks about the way Dabi smiled when he hoisted him up off of the floor of the shower, and then about the ease with which Dabi talked about how attractive other villains find him. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised that Dabi isn't fighting him. He encourages the younger man to wrap his legs around his waist as his hands run up and down along Dabi's hips and sides, his chest, and eventually his backside where his hands settle on the villain's ass, squeezing gently as he glances down at Dabi's body. This time he takes in the sight of modest but present muscles just beneath his skin, a slim frame, the noticeable jut of hip bones and impression of ribs that would not have been there if he was in a position to eat properly and train the way heroes do.]
You should be pushing me away.
[He also hates how long its been since anyone has allowed him this close. And with Rei he always had the thought that she might not have if he didn't assist with her family's financial situation. Dabi isn't getting paid, but is obviously game. Or, this is some fucked up version of chicken where the first one to stop them down this descent into inappropriate behavior is the loser. And that should be him. He's the sane one. The one who was supposed to be a hero.
Maybe he really doesn't need that title anymore. Is this his way of proving that?]
I shouldn't be surprised you like this more than wholesome quality time. [Like this, he has the freedom to adjust Dabi however he wants, and lines him up perfectly so the next shift of his weight from one foot to another causes his hips to push up between Dabi's legs for friction. There's not much since they're both wet, and that makes it all the more easy to rock against Dabi again.
Enji turns his face toward the hand in his hair so that Dabi's hand settles over the large scar down one side of his face.]
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Date: 12/8/21 20:39 (UTC)maybe he'll just cash out and bury his fortune under the corner of their estate like a miser. then go right back to doing what he's doing now. wasn't a lie when he told endeavor he wasn't interested in money. it's not hard to come by when you don't follow the rules set to keep it safe. (oh sure, give him money so he can rot in jail; that's quite the sacrifice on your part, dad.)
no surprise to him that endeavor can manage to compartmentalize the dichotomy between dabi and touya and whether each is responsible for the actions of the other, past and present. to care for his son. to hate the villain. it's not like endeavor himself had easily ignored what he was doing to his family for the sake of ambition. dabi's picked up that trait from his father as well, focusing on the long-term goal with heedless care of whatever he destroys in his path towards it. something else enji can be proud of him for.
however, who knows if he's proud of him for this... can he truly separate himself from the reality that he's pressing his own adult son to the wall, that they're both naked in the shower with some very intense ust quickly catching aflame between them? dabi finds the entire notion a taboo thrill, revulsion and excitement mingling behind his stoic smirk. this'll make him feel fucking filthy, but so damn good at the same time. kind of like drugs and cigarettes and alcohol and all the other messed up shit he's done in his life. what's one more tossed into the cesspool? touya always did want his father's attention.
how much closer to him can he get than this? ... something about that thought snaps another chord inside him and he slaps a hand up against the side of endeavor's face, eyes burning a little wider and brighter with heated arousal and maniacal interest. there's no way he's going to stop now, breath coming hot on his lips he seizes onto that realization. it's sick, disturbing, and reaches into an area he never wants to go back to, but holy fuck is it an exhilarating thought.]
I put up with the pain for you. But now, the only way I get to "feel" is to make sure it really burns.
[masochist. he's more a sadist than a masochist, but that's not saying is isn't one. these staples and piercings aren't just for holding his ruined flesh onto his body. the demarcation lines between healthy skin and charred remains are where nerve ends meet. sinking hooks and spikes through them at least help him have a sensation of something other than the numb and itch. same goes with the rougher treatment. only rare times do those lighter touches do anything for him.
larger hands wander over his legs and as dabi spreads his fingers on the side of endeavor's head, he answers that encouragement, wrapping his lankly limbs around the man's sculpted hips. wiry muscle flexes under scar tissue and smoother flesh, the scrape of metal staples skimming against the man's pelvis and the top of his ass as dabi knots his ankles together at the small of the hero's back. locking him in there with him. maybe he shouldn't have talked about other villains finding endeavor attractive either... but then again, this isn't a bad way to enjoy the time together. not when he's confronted with stacks of muscles that profess healthy dieting and steady workout alongside the damn dosage of proud genes.]
That's ya area of expertise.
[not that dabi's frequently letting people close to him either. he might be a bit more lax about people he knows getting into his space if he's in the mood, but generally he likes his space. he's well aware this is probably an infrequent thing for endeavor and that'd be hilarious if it weren't so pathetic. actually... it's pretty hilarious too.]
We got different definitions of "wholesome quality time", huh-
[the last part terminates in a grunt when endeavor suddenly thrusts forward. wet makes it easy to move and he tightens his legs on him, free hand pressing to the wall with a sudden slap as skin slides across his own. oh yeah... much better. he might not be able to feel much in most places, but his dick and ass work just fine. thank fucking god for that. as endeavor turns his head into his hand, he finds himself with his fingers and palm spreading over the side of his scar. that half of his face he ripped off with his pawns. touch of pride for messing him up like that... shame he didn't get a chance to take his eye.
fingers wander down the side of endeavor's head, tracing across his temple and the seam of his scar before wandering into the messed-up area. touching the textured flesh and scant reappearance of his eyebrow, thumbing just under the lower lid of his eye. down further, playing at the jagged rip as it begins to shrink and decrease into the point of his torn-off visage. a single tap of his index finger notes the scar and dismisses it as he heads for the slight stubble dusting at endeavor's jaw and chin. all the way down until he could play the tip of his middle finger across the rims of his mouth. even his lips are strong. probably from that nigh-permanent scary look on his face.
Whaddya know. We fit together. [eroticism and insanity mingle in his expression as he leans closer to endeavor's face, taking his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger. and deliberately locking his legs together again.] Ya ain't done this with any of them... It's just us...
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Date: 12/9/21 12:49 (UTC)Ruined his family in the process. Touya ended up with all of Enji's strengths, but weaknesses enough to make up for it. And the traits Enji had that were more suitable for villainy? Dabi wore those on his sleeve naturally--those parts of himself that the hero Endeavor had to hide and relegate to his personal life alone. At least if he was a terrible human being, it would never put a stain on his hero record.
Dabi distracts him from his introspection when the young man stares him down and smacks a hand to his face like he owns it. Granted, he did play the largest part in giving him that scar on his face. Maybe he did own it, and every other part of his father's body. The scary thing is that Enji isn't so bothered by the idea. In a twisted way he knows he can never change Dabi's mind about the past and won't ever be forgiven for what he did. Dabi may never want to be close to him in any other way, but at least like this he doesn't show the same resistance to accept him.
If he's going to burn in hell, he might as well light the match himself.]
I can make it burn.
[In an instant Enji's already warm skin gets hotter. Not enough to burn Dabi's skin that's already used to a good amount of heat, but enough that any normal person would quickly want to draw their hand away. They're both playing with fire, figuratively and literally, but Enji is willing to give Dabi whatever it is that he wants. He's creeping closer to acceptance that he has that same potential for madness that Dabi has. He keeps finding ways to warp things to suit his own desires. Like deciding that the villain has ruined his own body and therefore deserves to enjoy his own healthy one however he pleases. And what sane person would pay for a wife with the intention of making powerful babies, then abuse that wife for standing up to him when he takes training too far.
It feels worse to be a bad man playing the hero than to be like Dabi who is awful but doesn't ever try to hide it. Maybe he should stop pretending. The slight scratch of staples against his skin makes him groan and he rocks his hips forward again. He hasn't done anything like this in decades.]
You're sick.
[It's a half-assed insult when his cock is swelling in response to the friction. Would a normal man even be able to get hard in a situation like this considering who they both used to be? He's clearly the one that's sick, and he's even the one to initiate it even if Dabi had been slowly dropping subtle hints about it--or that could be his own version of insanity making excuses for his misbehavior again. Enji wants to tell him that he'll stop if Dabi doesn't want it, but he can't find the voice to say those words. He doesn't want to stop, either, so maybe if he doesn't present that as an option they can take this further and see where it goes.
He only needs one hand to hold Dabi in place, so the other is free to wander over Dabi's wet body while the other seems focused on his face. Enji tries not to flinch as that scar on his face gets touched--something that has never happened--not like this. He hardly touches it himself. He draws in breath through teeth he hadn't recalled gritting, but he tries to focus on other things. Like moving his hand over Dabi's chest, his fingers passing back and forth over nipples that he's not sure produce much feeling.]
Of course I haven't. What's wrong with you? [It's difficult to speak with Dabi playing with his mouth like he's some kind of toy and not a human man, but he gets his point across. His brows furrowing in annoyance at the question. Why the hell would he ever do anything like this with them. They're his family. Dabi is..very much the exception. What's wrong with him?
Enji wants to say that he's not touched anyone since Shouto was conceived, but it's embarrassing enough to suppress that fact. He's done a lot to play the part of a dedicated hero. Giving up pleasures of the flesh to spend more time training or on the job. The hand holding Dabi up moves away the tighter those legs close around him, giving Enji the freedom to allow it to roam as well. He squeezes Dabi's ass with both hands, drawing him down against him as he slides his cock against the cleft of his ass, rocking his hips slowly back and forth rather than impulsively.]
Of course it's only you. [Who else would it be? There's been a few close calls with Hawks, but the kid wasn't even half his age. He feels more of a familial bond with the young hero than he does toward Dabi. So yeah, it's really only him.] Are you just going to mess with me, or are you going to kiss me? [Are those off limits? Is he allowed to ask for that? Enji's heart hammers so hard in his chest that the pounding might just be audible.]
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Date: 12/9/21 20:34 (UTC)and he's fucking proud of it. there's almost a cruel reverence and admiration of his own handiwork as he touches it, exploring the design and shape of its ragged outlines and the way his flesh changes texture within that ghoulish rip. deep down inside his twisted psyche, buried and poisoned like the rest, there's still that tiny lingering desire to be with his father again. not in the hellish revenge he usually wants, but childishly demanding his father's attention back on him. like it had been.
though it's long-since grown into an adult demand now. and endeavor certainly has lit that spark.]
Fuck...
[it's all he bothers with as the heat against him ratchets up to a noticeable rank. without the cold water pouring down to keep things somewhat recycled, the enclosed space rapidly starts to steam up from the lingering water on the floor. a normal person would instinctively draw back, not only from the heat but also from the man it exudes from. dabi's not a normal person and the corner of his mouth hooks upward again, enough to stretch the seam of his cheek between skin and scar open. something about possibly seeing that insanity in endeavor again is thrilling. they're so similar after all, something he's quickly finding out once again even after only a few hours with the man. whatever trades endeavor's making n his mind to justify this, or if he's simply throwing care to the wind, he's all for it.
this is what he's been gunning for, seeing the man finally shed all those trappings of heroism and apology and return to the nasty core inside. even if it only comes out during this carnal connection, at least it proves it's still there and he can revel in it. hearing the groan from enji's throat at the drag of those metallic edges on his skin earn repeat of it, hiking a leg at the knee to scrape the inside of his thigh's pierced rim against his father's hips. answering that slow thrust forward again as his back presses to the shower wall.]
Just noticin?
[the same interested tone from before, a faint heat in his voice that's only ever present when this shit's happening and when he gets really fired up in a battle. dabi's breath comes free in a shudder at the first touch of endeavor's dick against his skin, hips curiously notching forward to shamelessly take a grinding feel against his swelling organ. it really should be sick, but he only feels a twisted sense of satisfaction from getting such a response. it's enough to twitch his own into life, lifting between his thighs and hardening right there against enji's lower abdomen. seriously, what's not to want? dabi's the furthest thing from a saint and he'd be lying if he said some of his vices are nothing more than chances to escape the pain and filth of his life by slamming back some hot doses of pleasure.
if that's not telling enough. one hand to keep him there. though he's stubbornly giving credit to his own legs around his waist and the hand on the wall... which probably won't be staying there. as endeavor's hand wanders his own body, dabi's caught in the conflicting sensations of nostalgia and disgust clashing with pleasure that gives zero fucks. his own half-and-half lips part with a soft breath of interest and mild sensation as the man explores his chest and nipples. his scarred flesh is numb to most, but the rest of it remains fairly normal as far as nerves go. earning a few catches in his throat as his stomach sinks inward and hardens from the reaction. fuck... this is really gonna happen.]
A lot.
[simple question. he traces the tip of his finger across enji's lower lip, silently noting the smoothness that's so much different from his own. this is going to be a little difficult. half of him wants to cling to the man like he's the newest fling for a fuck; the other half wants to set him on fire and lounge next to his bones. but hell if he doesn't get some enjoyment out of enji's disturbed reaction to his question.
one shoulder hikes up, the one not yet covered in scars, and he tilts his head towards it, turquoise eyes the same shape and hue as the ones looking at him glowing into enji's own. muscles tighten, ass flexing beneath the hands gripping, and he reaches up with his free hand to grab onto the shower head's stalk. leaving his legs and his father's hands as the only support he has above the shower floor. a thick curse seeps from his lips as the man's cock threads between his cheeks, hole clenching instinctively every time the bare ghost of his crown touches it before thrusting back through again. yeah, he can use this.]
Nice to hear ya say that again.
[the question doesn't get an answer. he merely abandons enji's facial scar, hooks his hand around the back of his broad neck, and hauls himself forward with more strength than those lanky arm muscles would suggest. sitting up in his hands, legs dropping to hook his feet against the inside of his thighs, bringing himself flush to his father's chest and stomach as his cock ruts into the man's chiseled abdominal muscles. it's a rush and almost predatory, pouncing on him before leering into his face.
then leans in and kisses him full on the mouth. hesitation doesn't exist here, only deliberate delay to make a point that he's kissing him. upper lip smooth and flesh, lower lip crenelated and burned with staples and hoop piercings punched through his skin. pressing to him and wrapping around him like a devil from hell indulging in that taboo bliss. what makes it even better is feeling just how hard enji's heart's going against his chest. so fucking excited. or nervous.]
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Date: 12/9/21 22:29 (UTC)Those little invasive memories have no place here. Not now. Not with what they're doing currently, but Dabi has that same disregard for his father's intimidating presence and strength. He prefers it that way. Having someone willing to talk down to him or belittle him in general isn't his cup of tea, but when people tend to walk on eggshells around him that kind of thing makes him feel like a normal man.
But he isn't a normal man, either. A normal man wouldn't take advantage of his own offspring's deep-seeded need to seek his father's attention. And that's what this was, wasn't it? Dabi wanting his attention, and he wasn't guiltless either. He wants the attention, the contact, the admiration from him. They're both sick, and clearly feed off of each other's weaknesses. At least Dabi can claim that he's not pretending to be something he isn't--Enji has no excuses for himself.
Despite the shame filling him, the sounds Dabi makes with every push of his hips eggs him on. When he glances down between them, he's greeted by Dabi's dick, noticeably harder than when he first grabbed him to pin against the wall of the shower. At least this sickness they're engaging in is mutual. He couldn't do it if it wasn't. His fingers dedicate just as much time to the areas of damaged skin as it does to the healthy sections, but he notices that he gets more of a response from the latter and focuses on that instead.
Dabi grabs at the neck of the showerhead for support, Enji presumes. He doesn't need Dabi to help support him, but he doesn't do anything to impede the younger male's movements. Enji hadn't given much thought to what he might need the leverage for until burned hands grip his shoulders and legs twine around him so that when Dabi moves against him, he can feel exactly what's being pressed up between the muscles of his abs. He swears under his breath, his eyes too fixated on his son's to respond in any meaningful way.
Even if he had something to say, the mouth pushed against his suddenly keeps him from saying it. Enji prefers it that way. Talking has never been his strong suit, anyway. His eyes close into the kiss, and he does notice how different it is. The texture from top to bottom is different, which he expected, but it's not as rough as he thought it might be--the lower half of Dabi's face. It's not at all unpleasant, and he finds himself wondering what the inside of his son's mouth might feel like.
He hates every part of himself, but he can't bring himself to stop either.]
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Date: 12/10/21 04:20 (UTC)and then it was all gone. just like those memories. a childhood he barely recalled because it meant nothing. only a fake lead into the disgusting truth. when all that joy and happiness was nothing more than a front designed to sucker him into the reality of his existence. enji enjoyed him when he was new, when he was promising, but once he was revealed to be nothing more than a failed experiment, pretenses dropped.
dabi hates those damn memories. hates that little kid with a smile on his face. what did he know of what lay in store, what was really going through the man's mind. enji likely couldn't wait for him to grow old enough and awaken his quirk to get started. just a vessel. just an experiment for his pride.
but even that insane wreckage of his childhood happiness doesn't pervade into this sin. dabi's once again taken with just how large the other man in, how impressive that stature and strength he'll never possess, and the heat that's washing over him he'll eternally exceed. it's not hard to grip him and drag endeavor into the kiss, almost like he'll be able to manipulate, intoxicate, and capture him with it. let him taste the darkness he know's inside him and simply doesn't want to admit to.
except this isn't taking advantage; that implies a certain level of deceit and innocence, an imbalance of want between the two parties. ironically, it's more apt to say dabi's the one taking advantage of his own flesh and blood by pull his father's guilt into this taboo indulgence. sure, he'll let enji take the blame for this as well as he likes, but there's a power rush in getting the hero into such a predicament, and goading him into following through, that's giving the villain a fucking trip right now.
oh it's mutual alright. touya's hard as a rock, the droplets of steam condensing on his skin catching the dim light of the shower through the shadow of his enji's frame so close to him. as his cock presses to the man's stomach, it'll be hard to miss the now-revealed piercings running up the underside of his dick: a silver four-rung frenum ladder centered on his shaft. if he's gonna feel here, then he's gonna make it feel even more, selfishly encouraging the remaining flesh on his body to trigger even more nerves.
he grateful for the silenced water, not having to worry about his skin getting more waterlogged and softer around the pierced areas. probably for the best considering the grinding and rubbing actions that glide against his flesh. lining his shaft up perfectly amid the central definition of endeavor's abs, rutting with slow undulations of his hips until his head's starting to leak clear beads of syrupy pre down onto his stomach. it mingles with the water smearing there already, heralding a later mess they'll have to clean off again with another quick wash.
holy fuck, dabi never thought hearing endeavor swear like that would be a turn on, but lo! here they are and it damn well is. swallowing any further curses with his mouth, the villain remains capturing with his lips and arresting with his hand, forcing enji to remain close to him as he wraps all around him. heedless to being held up entirely by his father's strong arms and legs. doesn't need to read the man's mind to realize this is now going to be his game.
the hand on endeavor's nape tightens, blunt nails digging into his skin as he tilts his head to the side. deepening the kiss until he feels the slight parting of his jaw to take a breath amid the liplock. and immediately shoves his entire tongue into his mouth, forcing apart jaws strong enough to bite his tongue clean off if endeavor was in the mood. he'd shove the muscle down enji's throat if he could, but since it's not that long, touya settles for exploring what he can reach. pulling his lips back to he can pant obscenely against his father's mouth and bare his tongue spreading open his teeth to "the world" around them. slicking it up and down, tracing the faint ribbed texture of his mouth's roof and then plunging it down to roughly shove endeavor's tongue to the side and bath in the soft spongy wet below at the bottom of his jaw. who cares if he starts to drool? they're past feeling shame now.]
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Date: 12/10/21 12:11 (UTC)So he's not in the dark about the way he looks, just about the things people might want to do with him. Dabi had been the one to bring that up. He wonders if this is one of those things as he feels the underside of his son's cock slide against his stomach. They're pressed so close together now that he can't watch but he can certainly feel it. And the studs of metal that he'd only gotten a glance or two at, he can feel them very clearly now.
Both Enji's hands had lowered to the space between Dabi's ass and thighs. One hand helping keep him up, the other helping his heavy cock slide against him. Sometimes he'll deliberately rub the head of his arousal right up against Dabi's entrance, applying enough pressure that he can feel it, but not enough to actually penetrate. His brain seems to think that the threat of it is almost just as good as what it might really feel like, so his soft grunts into the heated kiss keep coming.
Dabi only needed a single opening to go in for the kill, and his tongue is in Enji's mouth mapping it out methodically. This is the thing that causes his face to flush. No one's ever kissed him like that before, it doesn't even feel right to call it a kiss. Dabi's tongue feels like it's fucking his mouth, and Enji doesn't do anything but take it, sucking at his son's tongue briefly with soft pulls then giving him space to have his way.
Enji brings up a hand to wipe away some of the excess moisture dripping down the corner of Dabi's mouth. That same hand disappears out of sight, soon to reveal itself as Enji rubs his wet finger in slow circles against the rim of Dabi's hole. Just like his cock, he doesn't push into him, just lets him marinate with the idea of it. It would be so easy, though. His cock is too much to take impulsively without proper preparation, but his fingers could get the job done too. The sick part of him wants Dabi to ask for it.
Enji breaks away from the kiss just for a couple seconds to speak, at last:] Do you need more?
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Date: 12/10/21 22:17 (UTC)dabi's had to listen to some of that shit. villains or scum he's hung around discussing endeavor and all the ways they'd like to kill him, capture him, or fuck him. usually revolves around those three actions. he'd made plenty of enemies out there, some more depraved than others. they'd be fucking jealous to know the scarred, lanky guy in the shadows is the one trapped between the wall and endeavor's body. nah, he'd never let them know; this is his and fuck them for thinking otherwise. never was good at sharing...
feeling his hands back there is amazing. the caress of fingers across his skin that can actually feel sends his breath puffing out harder around his tongue, though he keeps himself in control by tightening his legs and rocking back into the man's grip as his cock slides along him. it's only when he actually feels endeavor's tip pressing to the clenching rim of his entrance that he finally breaks the kiss and drags his tongue out of his mouth, slicking it between his teeth and across his lips like he just finished a meal.
tempting him, how he's pushing against his hole but refusing to penetrate him immediately. he can relax his body, let the muscle give a little when enji pushes, then tightens up again and squeezes him out to a flush rub instead. not yet. he wants this to last longer. sure plenty of his times have been a quick "shove it in; screw the pain" but if he's going to be indulging in this kind of filth, might as well lounge.
done with the kiss? nah. he dives back in, wanting to feel everything. almost akin to a fire consuming every detail, from the slide of his tongue against the inside of his teeth to the dip of his molars in the back to the tiny tastebuds prickling the surface of his tongue as he twines and wraps it around his own. of course no one's kissed him like this before! not with the way enji flushed about seeing him naked and some of the comments he's made. dragging it out again, just to the edge of his teeth, then shoving it in once more, repeating those actions a few intimate times before finally letting endeavor break it.
just in time for the man's saliva-slicked finger (fuck he'd completely missed him slicking it up with his own spit) to slide around and probe at his backside again. different from the head of his cock, not as big but certainly firmer. circling him and drawing out a steamy groans from the younger man. just as he wonders about opening his mouth to taunt him for it, enji beats him to it. another grin drags up the corner of his mouth and he leans his head back to leer into his face, deliberately pressing his hips and ass down against his father's finger.]
Start with two. I'm not always so patient.
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Date: 12/11/21 13:02 (UTC)But he's fine with only a handful of people (i.e: two) getting to admire him fully, up close and personal. He just never thought one of them would be Dabi at any point, but clearly, given his actions, he doesn't mind.
It's all a little exciting. Whether it's the catch in Dabi's breath every time he ruts against him, the blunt tip of his cock pressing at his entrance, or the slight scrape of staples against his skin that he's quickly growing to enjoy--the situation is admittedly thrilling. He groans responsively when Dabi's thighs close around him, his own cock producing little bits of precum at a time building up until he can feel it drip along his length a bit, then rub up against Dabi's hole.
He's too distracted by the kiss to remark on how his son feels like he's tempted to take him like its nothing, only to deny him access right after. Maybe Enji's the one being teased here. Dabi's kiss is all encompassing and feels impossibly hot, but he finds comfort in that heat. Enough that when their lips break apart, he misses the intimacy that was just there seconds ago.
But his fingers don't stop rubbing at him even as his hips stop pushing. He's getting satisfaction in other ways that the friction isn't missed. Dabi groaning like that pours fuel all over his fire, and he wasn't prepared for it. Or how casually his son uses body language alone to encourage him not to be shy about it. Enji doesn't need to be told twice. Though, even his two fingers are impossibly large. He still pushes them forward to apply more pressure until Dabi lets them inside. Enji prefers it that way to forcing his way in, but he's not so slow about pushing them in deeper once they're there. His movements are curious yet deliberate, feeling his way around inside his son's walls with this fingers, gently seeing if he can stretch him a little. But what for? They're not going to go that far, he tells himself. That would be crossing a line, wouldn't it?]
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Date: 12/11/21 17:44 (UTC)sometime later, once he gets over the realization of what he's just done, dabi's going to take that time to look. hard to say he's admit to any sort of admiration when it comes to his scumbag of a father, but on a purely physical route, perhaps he could let his eyes and hands wander outside the shower...
teeth part again as he runs the tip of his tongue more firmly against the upper row, pressing hard enough he can feel it scrape. something to alleviate the anticipation and desire as enji teases the head of his dick along the rim of his entrance. fuck, part of him is screaming at him to tighten his legs and shove down. he's taken dry and raw before without screaming. but then again, this kind of stature and size isn't all that common out there in the underworld and those that are don't usually take to sexual things. distract from the body guarding and breaking shit.
all that goes out the window when slick precum smears across his flesh and touya hikes a leg up at the knee, foot pressing flat against the back of his father's thigh as if he's bracing himself for that plunging shove he just talked himself out of. inside... fucking hell, he wants him inside. the burn and pleasure of this kind of escape is impossible to get anywhere else; even drugs couldn't compare to a good hard fuck. maybe he should go back to kissing him...]
Ah fuck-
[eyes are bigger his damn stomach. or ass in this case. dabi curls his fingers sharply on endeavor's shoulders and he drops his head back with a teeth-baring hiss when the man presses both fingers in. stubbornly digging at his rim for a few seconds before the villain eases the tension in his stomach and the ring of tight muscle opens up and lets him in. it goes from push to stretch in zero seconds and his legs seize up around the hero's torso and thighs. god dammit, this guy had to get the fucking giant genes.
breath seething and a delirious grin starting to drag at his lips, touya's seeing white at the edges of his vision the further enji goes inside him. spreading him to the point of burning almost instantly. muscles flex and ribbon in slick lines around the man's fingers, a convulsing grip that throbs with dabi's heartbeats thrumming through his slick walls. his father's got his fingers inside him and holy shit if he doesn't start oozing precum from that thought alone. stubbornly, touya bites his proverbial tongue for now, refusing to voice the taboo realization until after the real show begins. wouldn't want dear ol' dad to chicken out before he starts properly fucking him.]
Wasn't so hard now was it...
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Date: 12/12/21 12:57 (UTC)Enji is already having to deal with what he's doing, what he's thinking about doing...what he'll probably do. It makes him sick to him stomach as much as it makes him want it more. He certainly has the capacity for villainy, so if he was ever unsure about that fact before, it's now clear as day.
When his son brings his knee up to give him better access, he thinks about just letting himself get carried away and giving in to the promise of tight heat around his cock. He nudges forward a bit too hard, applying a little too much pressure, and just before the head of his cock can start to sink into his son, he repositions him, replacing his arousal with his fingers to avoid a dangerous situation.
Dabi's swearing sounds like music that he won't get out of his head any time soon, and just to hear more of it, he curls his fingers curiously, angling them this way and that like he's looking for just the right spot. Eventually his thick fingers bump against Touya's prostate, and Enji focuses his efforts there. He'd much rather be inside him doing that, but even if they don't get to it this time, he'll consider this preliminary reconnaissance for that mission whenever the time comes.
He must be insane for thinking like that. That they'd ever do something like this again. His eyes drop to the healthy amount of precum Dabi's leaking, and it's clear that they both must be in the same boat to be desperate enough for intimacy that they're enjoying this.]
Then why do you sound so unsatisfied? [He's a selfish man. He wants Touya to say it. Enji presses kiss after kiss along his son's jaw down to the side of his neck, raking his burnt skin over with the stubble on his face like that might coax the words out of him.]
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Date: 12/13/21 03:30 (UTC)not that this is agony. he's having a dual shot of pleasure inside right now, from the physical stretch of his body around enji's fingers and the understanding his father's probably disgusted with himself right now for what he's doing. but if this kind of temptation and indulgence is going to get them both off, why the fuck should they stop it? that's the benefit of pleasure; it doesn't give a shit how it comes.
that little "almost" from before is impossible to forget. two large fingers work themselves inside, pressing him open and reaching further into areas he's not managed to burn yet. sticky and slick, a wet grip that's so different from the burned scarred flesh covering so much of his body. one accidental nudge and dabi's refusing to let this go without dragging endeavor all the way with him. they're both going to hell anyways. what's what more sin on the pyre?]
Shit-- [a straight press in and out suddenly turns into a slight swell as fingers curl inside him. dabi abruptly claws his hand on the man's shoulder, teeth gritting in pleasure and sensation with every exploring sweep and probe the hero's fingertips drag through his innards. looking for it, almost coming across it twice and earning a brief gasp or pant, before endeavor finally locates that little bundle way up in there. dabi drops his head back on his shoulders, eyes widening and mouth falling open in a silent noise. fucking hell, that's why he does this. everything shuts the fuck up all at once and it's only that filling his body up.
legs tighten up around his hips and sides, toes curling from the sizzle racing up his spine and down his limbs. it's a burn for once that doesn't feel bad and he drops his hips as best his can on the man's hand, thrusting himself onto his fingers. seeming to come back to himself, he lowers his chin and head, tongue tracing cross his teeth again as he leers with hungry and lust-preying eyes into his father's face. again? yeah, he has no problem with doing this again. finally an action they can do together that doesn't harm anyone else and won't break any real laws. what's not to enjoy?]
Maybe I don't want this to end too fast. [abandoning his shoulder and the showerhead, dabi wraps both hands around the back of endeavor's thick neck, fingers interlocking and thumbs sliding up and down the nape. pulling him closer when enji starts to go at his jaw neck with kisses, the marred flesh failing to feel much more than the pressure of his mouth against his skin.]
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Date: 12/13/21 12:42 (UTC)Yet, at the same time he shows zero inclination towards trying to stop it. How can he want to stop when Dabi responds so well to Enji's fingers trying to feel him out in search of one spot in particular. And how tight he gets the moment he does find it. Would it feel as good around his cock the way it does his fingers? The answer is obvious but he wants to feel it for himself. This is the epitome of greed and indulgence. He can't even make the argument that he's doing this because it's the only way Touya will let him get close. It just boils down to one monstrously fucked up thing:
Enji wants to fuck his son.
He keeps playing with Dabi like a toy with a button on it that he can press to cycle through programmed responses. Only its just a couple of fingers he's using to drive the young man crazy little by little. Enji deliberately backs off for a few seconds before driving his fingers in hard and fast to assault that same bundle of nerves, stopping and going while he observes Dabi's absolute bliss in between moments of lucidity. At this rate he's sure he can make him come without even having to be inside him.]
Maybe you have more stamina than I thought. [The lilt in his voice gives away that he doubts Dabi has it in him to withstand this for much longer. To make matters more difficult for Dabi, who apparently wants things drawn out, Enji encircles the entirety of his son's cock with his other hand. He makes it almost too hot as he feels how hard he is, squeezing gently at first, then strokes him slowly as he rubs his thumb back and forth over the sensitive parts of the crown.
He's set Dabi up for failure, but he's looking forward to what the villain will look like when he does let himself finish.]
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Date: 12/14/21 01:35 (UTC)stopping is nowhere in his mind either. even his body is greedily demanding this continue. from the way he's climbing one leg up endeavor's side and hooking the other around his hips and thigh, to the clasp of his hands around the back of his neck for a harness to keep himself lassoed to his father's front. who would've thought those hands that wanted to punch his face in at one point would be cupping him like this and burying themselves inside him to the point of making him want to shout. twisting, spreading, curling, doesn't give a shit what enji's doing with his fingers so long as they keep moving.
blue eyes hood in a dangerous glow as those damn digits dare to ease off the motions. a breath hot enough to make the air waver in front of his lips escapes him in warning-- before that sudden shove makes touya jerk his head back again, cussing loudly in the shower as his shoulders hike up and fingertips bite into the back of his own hands. fuck fuck fuck! he's going so fast-! no pain, no weight, no bad heat, only a scorching bliss that's washing over him from head to splayed toes. whoever thought his fucking father could bring him this kind of sensation?
oh wait. he just said something... dabi drops his head to one shoulder, cracking a lewd grin at the other man's attention, a line of drool wandering out the abused corner of his mouth as it curves lurid upward.]
Ya think I can't last a while? [just because he winds up a little winded from long walks and can go down like a sack of potatoes to a hard enough blow doesn't mean he has the same issues in bed. it's easier to practice his stamina for that compared to his glass jaw. he deliberately extends his middle finger against the back of endeavor's neck and digs the rim of his blunt nail into his skin. enough it's going to leave a red crescent when he draws it back later.
buuut if he was going to say more, that's shut up with a sudden click of his teeth and a snarling hiss as another huge hand wraps around his dick instead.] Ngk-! ... bastard... [one eye clenches shut and that grin goes delirious from the dual sensations of tight grip and raised temperatures. the barbells on the underside of his cock rub against he man's palm with each squeeze, shooting his very-well-working-nerves with more endorphins. syrup oozes from the slit under his thumb, smearing around his head as enji circles the spongey tip.
yeah, he's shivering and twitching, doggedly holding on with every part of himself as a final fuck you. but it's not going to last for more than another minute.]
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Date: 12/14/21 15:06 (UTC)Maybe if he had to explain himself he could blame the fact that he hasn't had any sexual contact with another human being in decades, but that admission feels too embarrassing. He's not sure when he can have this again, and maybe he is going too far, but he doesn't want to be kept up at night listing the things he could have done but didn't.
Enji kisses Dabi's open mouth a couple of times. He has more than enough cordination to finger fuck his son while he strokes his cock. When most of the effort in holding him up is shared between how tightly Dabi is wrapped around him, and the way he's positioned to lean the remainder of his weight against the tiled wall helping to sandwich the villain, he's free to use both his hands to drive him crazy.]
No, I don't think you can.
[Again, that unintentionally condescending grin when he sees Dabi realize that his end is imminent. If he were as a cruel a man as his family believed him to be, he may have just stopped. Cut off all contact and leave Dabi unsatisfied and probably livid with rage. But that's not what he wants. He wants Dabi to feel helpless against his impending orgasm, he wants his son to know it's futile and that Enji was selfless in giving him that. After all, he's still rock hard and being patient about waiting his turn. Even if Dabi comes, Enji isn't finished with him just yet.]
It's okay if you can't hold out.
[He means it to be comforting, but maybe there is a slight taunting tone to it that he'll also claim that he can't help. Enji tries and then follows through with a third finger. It's infinitely tighter suddenly, but his speed doesn't lessen, nor does his assault on that spot webbed with nerves to send relentless waves of pleasure through Dabi using just his fingers. His other hand doesn't really need to do much, playing with his piercings, smearing that generous amount of precum over along his slit and back down to the underside. He's waiting him out.]
Hurry up. I want to put my tongue inside you after this.
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Date: 12/15/21 02:05 (UTC)breath enji keeps stealing from him each time his mouth shoves against his own. there's nothing romantic or gentle about the way they kiss. open-mouthed messy things that punctuate their breaths with silence and a few throat-bound moans before the seal cracks open again. touya's left holding on with all four limbs, unable to even free his hand enough to reach back and grab the wall as the larger man shoves in all the way to his damn knuckles. good thing his back's literally against the wall; the only circumstance where that's a good thing.
his attempt at growling in reply to that taunting comment is wrenched halfway through by hitched air. god damn, he's going to pay him back for this before they're through tonight. luckily for enji, his eldest son's mind is far too distracted from the sexual pleasure to even bother attempting to throw its normal shade at him for any of this. there's too much sweeping under dabi's patchwork skin and collecting through his muscle as it drools down towards his hips and collects behind the flat wall of his stomach. fuck fuck fuckfuc-!!
touya doesn't know which of those things it is that finally does it. the crush of his mouth against his own making his upper lip burn with those tiny scrapes of stubble from his father's lips. the heat of his words and breath ghosting over his neck and jaw and mouth and wherever the fuck else the man's talking. the sudden plunge of a third finger inside that has him hiking up on his legs and shouting into the steamy room as everything's suddenly stretching and hurting and spasming all over in the best fucking way possible. the meat of his hand as it entombs his precum-slathered dick in endeavor's palm and fingers until there's a white well-worked froth squelching between the man's digits as he strokes him and torments the piercings laddering the underside of his cock. any of those things could've done it.
except his father decides to do all of them at the same time.
hiking his shoulder and knee up, everything winds tight as a rubber band before that immediate snap. dabi jerks his head back with a curse spit between his teeth, toes curling against enji's thigh and fingers sinking into his neck and the back of his own hand. wet walls seize up in a mixture of muscular rings and molten ribbons, his entrance clamping hard enough to try and shove all three of those fingers together inside him. his tight-stretched skin almost seems to pull tauter against the staples as every muscles in his lanky body goes hard and touya breaks, cock spurting out streams of hot white all over the air between them, spattering endeavor's chest and his own stomach with spurts of white, each pulse sucking his stomach in and bucking his hips up as he shoots out a few heavy ropes. before dwindling down into sleeker lines and then to a measly bubbling that oozes the rest of it out of his tip as his cock pulses its last into endeavor's calloused palm.
fuck... his father just made him cum.]
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Date: 12/15/21 03:59 (UTC)His own cock aches and leaks, reminding him of his own needs, and offers an explanation to his own response to the sight of Dabi in that state. He memorizes every detail of the moment, from the way his staples pull at his skin in places when his muscles clamp down all over his body then release again with each string of come that leaves him. The expression on his son's face in that moment, how different it is from any looks he's seen Dabi with before. Even the way he breathes during and after makes Enji want to draw his fingers out and replace them with his dick. It's difficult, but he resists the urge well enough. He's had a lot of practice with denying himself rewards until he achieves his goals.]
You did well.
[The praise comes out of him unexpectedly, but he means it. Enji's fingers pull out slowly as he eventually lowers Dabi to his feet. He should have stepped away to rise off and then leave, but instead he takes another moment to look the younger man over, appreciating his handiwork before coaxing him to turn around. True to his word, he crouches at first, then lowers himself further onto his knees as his hands grab Dabi's hips to pull him back.
Enji presses his face forward without any hesitation, his nose meeting skin even before his tongue can find its way to Dabi's entrance. His fingers did enough to work him open so he could slip it right inside him if he wanted to go straight to it, but like everything else, he drags it out. Dabi must still be coming down from his high, and Enji doesn't want to overstimulate him--instead his tongue teases around his rim, lapping directly over it when the muscles clench tighter.
He still has the lingering memory of Dabi's hot release on his skin, and Enji can't help but reach down to give himself a little relief while he tongues at his son's entrance.
They've long since past the point at which Enji might have considered this too depraved an act to allow. The point of no return has long since passed, and now he just wants to enjoy himself without judgement.]
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