[Excuse him for stuffing. You're lucky he was using chopsticks and not just tossing it back with his fingers. Convenience store food didn't really require a lot of utensils. Hot water in cup ramen was a few easy swirls and then cupping the entire thing between his hands before upending it. Things at last got better with ReDestro's funds...
It wasn't "there and happened" in his mind. Each one of them had to endure their own form of abuse driven by Endeavor. Natsuo, despite his patience, was driven to annoyance and exhaustion by Touya's constant clinging, enough to tell him to go talk to Fuyumi about it. They all had to sit there and listen to Shouto getting beaten or listen to their mother and father yelling at each other while the two middle children huddled in the dark, afraid and sad. There's no "it happened" passe acceptance for Dabi. There's years of that. Pain, sadness, abandonment, frustration, fear. Years. And he's going to render all of it back with interest. Until the man who fucked over his entire family knows what it's like to sit and cry alone in the dark, cursing his own pathetic existence. That will make Touya happy. That's a good start towards "enough" for him.
Part of him would like to have Natsuo by his side to help him with that goal... but his brother's too soft. Too distanced. Natsuo made the choice to walk away from Endeavor, hate him from afar, and not have shit to do with the man. That was his way, to reject and escape as best he could. Probably bury himself in the medical field to help save and heal others. Touya feels it's some kind of atonement for being unable to do anything as a kid to help his hurting family. Natsuo's trying to prove to himself he's worth something. At least that's how Dabi reads it.]
Ya got more moving room in the medical field. Always gonna need medics. Society? That comes and goes.
[They were stupid kids with a prideful, overly ambitious father who knew exactly how awful he was and didn't care. If he could turn back time, see how his brother was drowning in everything... but should haves and could haves and the like is a losing game. And Natsuo wants to move on with his life.
If only he could show Touya that Shouto was just as much a victim, despite using their father to learn to control his quirk better.]
There'll always be kids being hurt, niisan like you were. I want to stop that.
[Like Shouto was, he adds mentally before stuffing another bit of pork belly into his mouth. Chewing, he considered the choices before him again. He was leaning toward the medical field. He could see the signs there first, having lived with it, and report it.]
I am leaning towards pre-med. I'd be a pediatrician if I do.
[He shoves more food into his mouth. He was hungry. He had worked out after promising Touya to get him the pills to blow off some steam. He knew it looked like Shouto followed their father's plan, but Touya didn't know Shouto. None of them did, because of their father, but getting to know Shouto now was something he treasured. He was sure, if he got them in a room where they couldn't fight and actually talk, Touya could see that Shouto wanted to be a family with him]
Anyway, other than that, things are good at school. University's a lot more fun than high school. No uniforms, better gyms.
[He grinned.] I might not be a hero, but I have the body of one.
[it's the moving on with his life part that's the problem between them. for being the only one of the four kids who actually got away from that damn house and severed ties completely, touya's the one most shackled to his past and refuses to leave it or sever those ties. holding onto them like fire to a wick, crawling and burning his way back towards the source with every intention of destroying it in one blaze of hateful glory out of pure spite and revenge. he won't move on. he can't.
revenants remain.
but natsuo can move forward. could, before touya returned and ripped their entire family's past into the light. hell if he cares what the did to natsuo at school. the looks and questions he must've gotten, the anger and pity from victims and sympathizers. that works for dabi. if he can turn his family against endeavor even more, all the fucking better.
while he knows shouto's a victim as they all were, he can't untangle him now that shouto's united with enji to stand against him. kid made his choice. let him burn for it.]
Good luck. Hope ya got the guts to do what ya need to.
[there's both sincere encouragement and tired bitterness in his voice. ironically, it's the brined lettuce he's going for, wrapping a piece of pork belly in the leaves and chewing it. more filling than the meat, more refreshing. most of his vegetables are canned, since it's more the fruit that stores have fresh. hasn't had lettuce in... a long time.]
Ya wanna take care of little kids? [dabi sounds surprised for a second, but then sinks into understanding immediately. so natsuo really did think about it like that.] That's gonna be your way of handling this, huh. Makin sure no one else goes through what we did...
[maybe natsuo thinks he'll be able to recognize the signs of abuse when he checks on the kids. maybe he'll be able to catch it early and report it. maybe that's what his path is to be the hero endeavor never once considered his second son as fit to be. touya wishes it could be something more spiteful, but instead, it's noble. gonna be a hero, just like shouto.
and just like that ] Ch- [ he makes a noise at natsuo flaunting that body he got the pick of the litter in genes. touya gives him a dry look and promptly flicks him off like he's a twerpy teenager instead of the eldest sibling.] Gonna order ya doctor's outfits a size too small, Natsuo? Show off those pecs.
Yeah, I like kids. They're funny and say the damndest things.
[He grins, remembering some of the kids he encountered when he shadowed a pediatrician for a day, mostly remarking on his height and asking if he was old because of his hair.
When his brother gives him the middle finger, he pushes out his chest and flexes, making them move under the t-shirt a bit.]
Maybe I will. Plenty of hot, young, single moms and dads would like to date a hot doctor. Or at least get on in the sack.
[Not that he'd actually flirt with them while he was doing his job, but still, for the purpose of being a bratty little brother.]
Maybe I'll get my pants too tight too. Show off my other assets.
[He sticks out his tongue before popping in another piece of pork.]
'Sides, it's not like you're lacking in muscles. They're just tighter. [He waves his hand in the air, looking for the right word.] Ropey. Something like that.
[The burns would be a little off putting, but no denying that the Todorokis were a gorgeous bunch.]
Huh. Most of the ones I encounter say stupid things.
[some of that's disgruntled thoughts about his childhood, where he looked down on all the kids at their school, seeing them as not worth his time because he was gonna be a great hero and they'd all be second rate. cause they didn't have endeavor as a father. and he was gonna show all of them. the rest of the kids in his life are those stupid hero kids, saying crap about "saving" and "friendship" and "dreams" when they really just kept spouting the same old idyllic lies shoved into their little heads.
still, when natsuo grins like that, touya silently wonders if kids really are all that bad, if they can get his little brother to smile. he missed that smile...
dabi's eyes flatten in an "ugh" expression and he scowls at him. good thing this idiot doesn't have buttons on his shirt or he'd have to classify it as a potential weapon. button bullets. even if the flexing pecs do try to tug at the corner of touya's mouth.]
Baka... Ya gonna give the profession a bad name if you carry on like that.
[not that he thinks natsuo will. he's dutiful and responsible even if he can act like a dork sometimes. or a bratty little brother. the second part actually earns a snort of amusement and ire and touya leans over his food without bothering to try and muffle it. leaves home for a ten years and this is what comes out of that house.]
Not gonna show shit if it's hidden behind that white coat all the time.
[dabi doesn't get the chance to throw something at that petulant tongue poking out before it's pulled back in, and instead shoves another lettuce wrap in his mouth. the comment on his own musculature makes him bristle, but then pause in some surprise. he's not used to compliments like that.
'tighter', huh...] Wow. Those proper medical terms for malnourished?
[street-worn cables instead of those healthy mounds of sinew and rope his younger brothers have. still, touya seems a little... more confident? hearing that from natsuo. he's had his issues with being the runt of the litter despite being the eldest. always shorter, thinner, weaker, than his siblings. but if a guy in the med field's at least admitting what he's stubbornly refusing to admit in the mirror, well... it's nice. cause he does have muscles. just not the best compared to the heroes.]
... thanks.
[yeah, at least they all got their looks from their parents. and the stubbornness.]
[Now that he thinks about it, that Bakugou kid does remind Natsuo of the younger Touya... maybe that's why Shouto's so keen on attaching himself to him. Some memory from when he was a baby, maybe? Who knows with Shouto, the boy is weird.]
The coat won't cover my front, so I'll be able to show off three of my best features; face, chest, and, well. [His face turns a little pink, and he grins, part shy, part smug.] You get the idea.
[He sobers a bit and looks his brother in the eyes.]
You are malnourished, which probably stunted your growth since you disappeared when you started puberty, when most of the growth happens. Malnutrition mostly deformities when you're younger, so there's that to be thankful for. You're not as bad off as some people, I figure that's because you've been stealing what you can and, from a guess, you've made sure to eat vegetables in addition to meat. Guess those pirate movies I was obsessed with growing up were good for something.
You are on the side of too thin, but I can see you've gotten some decent food recently. When the League teamed up with the Meta Army. Figures they'd have funds for better food.
[He looked over his brother again.] Mostly what I'm worried about is your burns. As they can lead to infections... honestly, I'd be amazed if they hadn't already.
Is there anyone who can help heal them? I know healing quirks are rare. Only other thing I can think of is skin grafts. Skin's pretty important, niisan. And yours is burned pretty bad.
[maybe that's also why dabi could easily tell the explosive blonde is an idiot and had no intention of going near him to undo his bindings. don't need to be a fucking child psychologist to know when someone's going to blast you for your efforts. shouto can get all friendly with that thing; weird for weird.]
Dick.
[whether that's touya filling in the blank for natsuo's more polite "idea" or simply taunting him for being one is up to his little brother to figure out. the smirk on the villain's face suggests it's at least more a tease than an insult.
he goes quiet when natsuo launches into a detailed diagnosis of his current health. not sure if he's annoyed by it, kind of disgusted, or honestly impressed. guess it's not that hard to rattle off the visual cues, but natsuo obviously knows what he's talking about and it shows in his words.]
Real impressive. My own private physician. How much do I owe ya for all that?
[at least it's nice to know some more of what's obviously wrong with him, and still get some head pats for managing some semblance of a decent diet despite his life on the streets. while he'd like to blame most of this on their mother, both for passing him an ill-suited body for his quirk and for giving birth prematurely, he already said that earlier and natsuo already knows.]
Cute, but ya can't "heal" scars. And why should I bother? I'll just burn myself again after they heal what's left. I got all mom's weak genes. [he almost spits the comment.] At least my flames are stronger than Endeavor's.
[as for infections, touya shrugs callously.]
Who knows. Maybe my body temperature and fire's too hot for somethin to set in. I take care of what I can.
[there's not enough healthy skin left on him to make skin grafts even a remotely feasible idea. dabi looks at natsuo and then lazily tugs the open collar of his shirt to the side.]
[Letting out a laugh, Natsuo's smile turned shier and his cheeks pinker.]
Yeah, that.
[He opens his soda bottle, takes a drink, enjoying the peach flavor.]
Just continue to eat better. More protein would be good, help you build up muscle... [Though what wasn't scarred might have a hard time fitting it. Genetics had a part in how much and how fast someone could bulk up. And Touya's got the shittiest combination of their parents' genetics. So who knows.]
Scars fade and sometimes become indistinguishable from normal skin tissue after enough time. But in your case, that probably won't happen. Still, something needs to be done to protect the vulnerable tissue under the skin. A graft of synthetic skin might work. Tailored to resist heat better than your body can. It's almost possible. Some firefighters are volunteers for the first procedure next fall.
[Gray eyes follow Dabi's hand, he takes another swallow of soda.]
I can. You probably need one. It'll be like playing doctor all those years ago.
[for a brief second, it seemed like nothing had ever happened. teasing natsuo about something mundane, watching his face get pink and that shy smile come out despite his greater height.
endeavor sure did ruin a lot of things.]
Gonna be a lotta kids' favorite.
[there are a few reasons he has these staples on his skin. dabi knows he's pretty weak compared to most of the heroes he runs into. physically. sure he's scrappy enough to knock and average man down, but only took one kick from an old geezer to his head to knock him the fuck out. hero geezer, but still a geezer. natsuo's at least giving him some positive body image commentary. most of the time it just comes from people who don't care, only interested in using him (or touya uses them).]
Gas station jerky's not the greatest, and ya know I hate fish.
[so all that canned tuna and dried seafood was out the window.]
Nah. I don't need that shit. It's gross, but the world should see what he did to me. I'm not hiding it like he does. [another scoff and touya leans back, running his fingers up through his hair.] Glad I gave him something he can't hide either. Bout time he knows how it feels.
[he sounds so satisfied with himself, like he was the one who physically tore that side of endeavor's face off. but the mention of natsuo agreeing with the offer has him tossing the commentary away and pushing up from the table. there are still some leftovers, but he'll save it for later. not gonna gorge himself and then puke later.]
Yeah well ya all grown up now, 'doctor'.
[And promptly hooks his hand under the hem of his shirt before pulling it up over his head and off his body, a quick toss throwing the white material away.]
[Even though the Touya in front of him is so different from the one in his memories, for a moment, things seemed like they were before.
Granted, things didn't get as lewd, like Natsuo talking about wearing tight pants to show off his package to potential lovers. It was a moment that they should have had to steal in a shady motel.]
Buy, or steal, the turkey jerky; it's better for you and tastes better. And eat some steak. I'm sure you can fry them at least.
[Touya was always a picky eater.
Natsuo is also glad that their father is now scarred, almost perfectly matching Shouto's. Serves him right for being the cause of their mother's madness, the reason she gave that scar to the youngest of them.]
If that's what you want. I was just throwing it out there.
[He watched as Touya took off his shirt. So much damage. He just manages to keep his voice calm as he looks over his brother's chest]
Pants, too; I want to see all the damage. You can leave your underwear on.
[So many emotions are flooding through him. Anger. At their father for how much damage he caused Touya, physically and emotionally. At Touya for not taking better care of himself. Concern for his brother. Sorrow and guilt, he couldn't have done more to help him before. But he can now.
And there's one other emotion going through him that's utterly confusing. He shoves it away, though. Nothing to be done about it. He's going to 'play' doctor now.]
Sit on the bed; it'll be easier to do the check-up there. After that, I'll put the salve on you.
[He stood, reaching into his pants pocket to pull out the tube of burn salve he always carried around these days and put it on the bedside table.]
[congratulations. they are in a shady motel and have stolen the moment. touya lets it drop as strangely as it came, not sure what he wants to do with that. it veers dangerously close to those "feeling" things he has such a disconnect and discontent towards nowadays. this is the same guy who almost got killed by that villain he sent after endeavor, which dabi only responded with a "too bad he didn't" when shouto pressed him about it.]
Ya make getting steak sound so easy.
[then again, for a thief who didn't care about the rules, was it really that hard to get some steak? who knows. not like dabi can walk into a store and not set off the phone calls to the cops.
at least the two of them can agree on their father's scarring. touya's video made it clear he was the one behind that attack, the one behind that scar. sometimes he wishes he had been in each room to watch his mother, sister, and brother's reactions when that video played. got a front-row seat for shouto and enji's. his father's was the most enjoyable.]
Goin around wearin a buncha rubber skin sounds gross.
[says the guy covered in staples and purple flesh. touya heads over to the bed, pulling his arms over his head and stretching, bones and muscles creaking a little from the strain. until his shoulder gave a loud 'pop' and he kind of wilts, arms falling to his sides as that comfortable burn melts all down his limb. fuck, that felt good... oh, pants.]
Real thorough, aintcha.
[even as he says it, he unclasps the buckle of his belt and then flicks open his fly with his middle finger, thumb dragging the zipper down the front. one leg kicks up at the knee and dabi tugs off his boot, first one, then the other, before casually shucking his pants down his legs. a simple pair of black boxer briefs holds around his hips, not doing anything to hide the swath of scarred flesh covering touya's legs from the middle of his thighs all the way down to the ankle on one leg and the other covering to the center of his foot's instep. perimeters stapled like the rest of them.
down to his single remainder, he tosses his pants to the side and flops back on the bed, arms spread out on either side of him, eyes closed as he soaks in the cool of the sheets against his back.]
[Natsuo hasn't forgotten that, but he's willing to put it aside for now.
Mostly he feels sad about everything, angry at their father, angry at the world, angry at himself. Angry at Touya for not letting him know he was alive all these years.
There that feeling is again, watching Dabi stretch out. Again he shoves it away and studied just how much charring there is.]
Damn. How much is from Sekoto?
[And how much of it was gained since. He sat down on the bed, adding a bit of chill to his finger tips as he leaned over his brother, hands on his neck to check his lymphnodes. Seemed a little bigger than normal, but nothing too out of the ordinary, he had larger ones too. Thyroid was okay]
I love you. So yeah, I'm going to be thorough with you. I want you to live as long as possible. Open your mouth and say 'ah' for me. And for the love of god, tell me if anything hurts.
[He pulled his phone out of his pocket, intent on using the flashlight up to see down his brother's throat, once that was done he continued on]
And you were my favorite heated blanket... even if you were always shorter than me.
[He gave a teasing smile, then moved his hands down his brother's chest, to his abdomen, checking the size of his liver - a concern for malnurishment, and to see if he had any tender spots.
Touching his brother's charred skin wasn't as bad as he feared it would be. It was the same texture of other scar tissue he had touched. He didn't know what he was expecting. For it to have a papery feel maybe?]
[it was easier on him to let them think he was dead. didn't have to go back, didn't have them chasing after him, leaving him free to escape from that hellhole of a "home" and dive into the pain and darkness of jaded revenge. he couldn't make endeavor pay with all of them hanging around. besides, wasn't like any of them wanted him around either.
bringing up sekoto, the herald to all this scarring, brings touya out of his thoughts and he sits up on the bed, stomach crunching despite his lanky appearance.]
All most all of it. [he starts to point out different parts, his knees, his elbows, thighs, forearms, calves, right shoulder, stomach.] After that, it just spreads if I overuse my Quirk.
[like a desert covering the real estate of the ground around it. consuming and burning more and more as he fights against the world that hates him. though most of the nerves in the top layer of his skin are well and truly dead beneath the gnarled purple flesh, the ones below are still raw and will scream if things get too rough. he feels more pressure than pleasure with those kinds of touches.
but when natsuo touches him, it's the cold of his fingers that dabi feels immediately and slouches a little. wanting to sink against his brother and rest in that coolness he usually never feels. nostalgia races back without his permission, despite the way his stomach twists with that "i love you" thrown at him so casually. like no thought went into it at all...]
It never doesn't hurt. Especially around the edges.
[but he opens his mouth when asked, silently voicing that noise natsuo wants. ironically, undernourishment aside, touya's fairly healthy. teeth and throat are fine. still brushes and washes, cause he can't get his revenge with a body that's rotting apart. he'll burn it; that's his fate. the rest of it? he'll take care of. clean it, care for it, wash it, brush it. dabi wants to live long enough to make sure endeavor doesn't. that said...]
Pain killers have kicked in, so it's not really hurting now.
[there he goes again. commenting about his shortness. touya scowls at him and promptly tugs two fingers on natsuo's shirt collar, pulling it enough to "snap" him with the fabric. barely does shit cause shirt collars aren't elastic, but whatever.]
Asshole.
[leaning back on his hands, he lets him work on his chest and stomach. liver is... it could probably stand to have dabi take care of it better, but he burns off a lot of the alcohol he drinks due to the furnace of a quirk that lives inside him. smoking and drinking, recreational drugs, fighting, the villain dabi is nothing like the student touya had been. a burning train wreck plowing down the tracks.]
I'm alive. That's good enough for me.
[doesn't seem to be sensitive to much, though he lifts his body into the touch that goes over his healthy skin, wanting more of the cool sensation. least he's not got "paper skin" like some weird freak.]
Ya don't gotta keep this on if ya wanna warm up.
[touya lazily tugs on the hem of his brother's shirt.]
[Except they did! They were just too young and dumb to see how bad it was for Touya. He lets out a laugh to cover his inner hurt]
You've always been sensitive about it. You're around the national average now, though, so there's that going for you.
[His lips purse has Touya points out where the newer scar tissue is.]
I see. I'd tell you not to overuse it, but you won't listen. You have enough pills to last you a while, so long as you don't take too many at once, but if you run out, let me know. The doctor keeps sending them to Endeavor every month, and he barely uses them. He only had three bottles at the moment. Otherwise, I would have taken another one for you.
[He looks up into his brother's eyes, gray meeting blue.] Try not to die. I want you to live. [He takes a breath] I want you to live more than Endeavor. So whatever you do, remember that, okay?
[Natsuo notices how his brother leans into his touch. And then there's the hand tugged at the hem of his shirt and that invitation to take off his shirt.
He wants this. And it looks like Touya wants it too. They're both so fucked up.]
I didn't know we were going to play that kind of doctor.
[His voice is light as he leans back and takes off his t-shirt. He's proud of his body. He worked hard for it, playing soccer in middle school and high school working out at the gym. He's a shit fighter, doesn't have it in him to hurt someone else, and his quirk's nothing compared to the men in their family, but he has the heroic build. If there is one thing he's grateful to his father for, it's his body.]
I have never given you this kind of exam before. I still have two more things I want to check out before we do... anything else.
[Leaning down, he puts his ear to his brother's chest, listening to his heartbeat]
[they can see how bad it was now. it's fine. he's not coming for them explicitly. only if they get in his way towards his true objective. stay out of the forest and the approaching fire won't hurt. dabi clicks his tongue in annoyance at natsuo's comment. sensitive. right. right.]
National average. [guess it's a consolation prize.] I got more going for me after that growth spurt. Sucked being the oldest and smallest.
[all those spots he pointed to were places where the flames burnt him first, cooking his flesh as the fires roared out of control. the memories are still there... first he thought it was beautiful, amazing, his power growing and swelling. sure that if endeavor saw him now and what he could do... but then it kept going. he tried to shake it off, tried to put it out, but his emotions, endeavor never taught him how to stop, none of those safety procedures. everything went blue, then white, hot hot hurt hot...]
Heh, I've made it even stronger. Strong enough to take down anyone in my way. [a tiny gout of blue fire spurts beside his shoulder, but that's it.] Yeah yeah, two every four or eight hours. No more than six every 24 hours. Read the bottle. [doesn't mean he'll listen, but good on natsuo for trying. touya nods, the offer to have a place to get more, plus meeting his brother, knowing they're stolen from his father, is an addictive venture.] Wonder why he's not takin them. Thinks it's some kind of penance for himself? Idiot.
[it takes a nudge to get dabi out of his thoughts, eyes coming back to his brother's. hearing those words, however... his eyes linger before lidding slightly.]
It's worth dyin to kill him, but if he goes before I do, then I'll stay alive as long as I can. Ya might need to come get me after the war. But I'll remember that.
[not quite a promise to stay alive, but at least one to offer his intent to remain if he gets his revenge without costing his life.
the new direction of this checkup has been on his mind for a bit, but touya paid attention to natsuo's words and attitude, seeing if the invitation would be reciprocated or turned down. once he felt sure enough it'd be accepted, no sense in not going for it. if they're fucked up, might as well be fucked up together.]
No, but ya were interested in it, weren't ya.
[touya smirks at him as natsuo leans back and pulls his shirt off. he goes silent, turquoise eyes taking a run down his younger brother's body. tsk, course he's got reason to be proud. between those sports he plays and the workouts he does, plus getting the lion's share of their father's physical genes, natsuo's the brawn of their quartet. quite the build on him, enough to make dabi envious.]
Hn. Fine. We got all night. [as much as he'd like to skip to the fun parts, he knows natsuo's serious about his well being and he's not stupid enough to give up a learned medical checkup from the rare person he actually trusts about it. leaning back, he glances down as natsuo rests his head on his chest, a cool ear and cheek settling on his heated pectoral.
takes the breath he wants, silent and deep, his heart still thudding strong and determined. stubbornness runs in the family and it's audible.]
[Natsuo can't help but preen a bit under the look his brother's giving him. He does like to be looked at. Though too many times he's compared to his father.]
Well, you've outstripped neesan now. She's the tiny one now. [He gives a gentle smile putting a cool hand on heated flesh as he listens to both Touya's words and his heart. It's a strong beat. So strong. Just like his brother.
He looks up, his gray eyes filled with sorrow as he puts a hand on Touya's, giving it a squeeze.] Your heart's good. Breathing's fine. Now, only one more thing, and then we can, er, play doctor some more.
[His cheeks go pink but he's still smiling as he lifts off of him. He looks down, letting himself feel the want now, his eyes turning warm with affection and desire as looks down his brother's almost bare body.]
I'm really fucked in the head for wanting this, but at least I'm in good company.
[Reaching up he ran a hand through Touya's hair. Would this have happened if Touya hadn't faked his death? Who can say? Maybe. To comfort themselves when things got bad perhaps. It didn't really need thinking about because it was happening. He had wanted this since the first time he got in contact with his brother to try to convince him to come to their new home, with mom, Fuyumi, and Shouto. And no Endeavor at all.
But the reality isn't kind, so he'll take the scraps of happiness he can get. Whether the heroes won or the villains did, someone he cared about was going to be hurt. Possibly even die. And while he didn't want his father to die, he'd choose his brothers over him in a heartbeat.]
Alright, this next part won't be as fun, but it'll lead into the fun stuff. I need you to take your underwear off. Going to check for hernias
[conversely, dabi "likes" to be compared unfavorably to his father. mostly when people rage at endeavor for creating someone like him, both the sympathizers and the victims of touya's madness. he's already come to grips with his failures. all he keeps on his boasting block is his flames being stronger than endeavor's. seeing natsuo get all proud and preening under his attention, however, is a nice change of pace for him. hell knows how many times his little brother gets complimented for is own self...]
Told her I wouldn't stay the smallest forever. [she never understood him anyways. as natsuo put his hand on him, some of the heat from touya's words sapped away. soon enough causing him to sink down to his back on the bed and rest beneath his brother's head. when they were younger, he was the one who used to lie with his head on natsuo's strong chest, wanting the reassurance of his brother's heartbeat to know he was still there with him, when it felt like everyone else was gone.
dabi blinks from reminiscing as a hand settles on his own, the squeeze prompting him to frown but turn his hand beneath natsuo's. pulse checkin- oh, hand holding. but it morphs into a smirk when he gets a passing grade and a hint towards more in the future.]
Better not do this with ya future patients. Use the... whatever that thing is. [and mimes a stethoscope from his ears to his chest. a poor joke at natsuo's expense.
it's strange to see his own flesh and blood looking down at him like that. he heat in his face is one thing, touya remembers that from all the teasing long ago, but the heat in his eyes and the interest within them, despite the wreck his burned up body's in... it brings up a strange rift between self-consciousness and brazen pride.]
Ya ain't as bad as I am, so don't worry abut it. There's worse shit out there than wantin this.
[dabi tilts his head slightly as a hand cards through his hair. he has no answer for that internal question; he'd died just after hitting puberty, when those thoughts would've started. but perhaps... he'd always turned to natsuo for comfort and support. why not some fucked-up semblance of love as well? wasn't enough to get him to come home, but despite the taboo, or perhaps because of it, the idea of hanging around natsuo more wasn't so adverse.
the sudden dip back into doctor talk earns an arched brow and touya gives him a flat look with a wry smile.]
This musta been fun to learn in class. Ya do it with a model or a volunteer? [that said, he hooks his thumbs in the hem of his underwear and pushes down. narrow hips arch up off the bed, letting him pull the snug material down over his ass and off his knees before finally tugging his long legs free of the clothing. and flick- off to the side, no care where they landed.
before stretching out on the bed again a shameless "ah" of relaxation. despite his wiry muscles and more slender build, at least dabi hadn't missed out on all of their father's genes. he's impressive enough, a bit thicker and larger than you'd expect from the rest of him. flopped back against his pelvic v, revealing a silver four-rung frenum piercing centered on the underside of his dick. another middle finger to the world. mercifully his fires have left his general "hip" area, front and back, alone.]
[It was never unfavorably, he might have preferred that. Often people would tell him he was built like his father and wondered why he wasn't a hero like him. He couldn't outright say he was barred from that life, and truth be told, he didn't want it. He liked to heal, wanted to help others. He would never be able to bring himself to hit anyone. Not even their father.
And then there were the people who wanted to use him for his connection to Endeavor.]
I remember that. She was such a brat back then. She's mellowed out a lot since.
[He smiles at the teasing.] Sometimes, it's okay to do this to infants and toddlers; the stethoscope is too cold for them. But I might have the same issue.
[He doesn't know what to say to that. Yeah, there are worse things than wanting to fuck your brother. And Touya had done a lot of that already.]
That's true. Heh, Endeavor would flip his lid if he found out his sons were fucking each other.
[The sleeping with another man wouldn't raise an eyebrow since he's sure his father wants to fuck Hawks.
He can't help but let his eyes wander down to Touya's groin. He's a bit surprised at how big his brother's dick is compared to the rest of his body. His lips form an 'O' at the piercings.]
Not bad. Bet those were fun to get.
[He scooted down the bed and straddles his brother's legs.]
Stay still and cough when I tell you. I, ah, haven't done this before, but I know what I'm looking for. And I've gotten it done to me plenty of times for physicals.
[He takes a breath and puts a finger where the scrotum's attached to his body. Gently he pushes up until the tip of his finger 'disappears' into his brother's body.]
[after dabi revealed himself to the world, he got some flack back in the villain circles. of course there were suspicions he was a spy, deep seated and working with endeavor. upon which he immediately murdered anyone who fucking said that to him. anyone else want to insinuate he "worked" with that bastard enji? no one else really said much after that. his connection with endeavor ended up becoming something all for one planned on using, and so long as killing him was in touya's court, the villain was fine with that.]
She never understood me. Always tried to get me to stop, just like Rei. [touya's voice is more flippant about that, and he cocks his head to the side when natsuo gives him a glimpse into his studies.] Makes sense.
[his life out there wasn't a nice one. wanting to fuck his brother was pretty tame, even if society would be aghast at it. which honestly made it way more appealing to him. a soft laugh wanders out and dabi shrugs his shoulders in agreement.]
Might be worth it to see. I like doin shit that'd disappoint him or piss him off.
[yeah, definitely knew there was something going on between their dad and the damn chicken. touya throws the thoughts aside as natsuo takes a look at his body, resting his hands behind his head to prop it up slightly. hey, at least he got some good genes? certainly not packing a cannon, but he's not a disappointment to his partners. heh, natsuo's reaction to his piercings is amusing.]
Different kinda "fun" but yeah. I like the sensation.
[touya glances down at natsuo's legs, about to mention his pants, but decides against it and nods when instructed. easy enough to do.]
Tsk, I remember those... [had to get some himself cause enji wanted to know what was "wrong" with his kid. didn't make a lot of sense back then, but pokes and prods happened.] What'd ya have to get 'em for?
[nevermind he's lying here naked in front of his younger brother whose currently nudging a cool finger under his balls. touya presses his heel against the bed at the sensation, one testicle instinctively dragging up in his sac at the chill. a light press and-- o00kay, that feels weird. not a common sensation, but... he coughs when told, entire package giving a light jump from the reaction.
good new is, nothing to report. better news is, his touya's works just fine.]
Wouldn't mind if ya did that a few times. Kinda like it.
[Natsuo thinks none of them understood him back then. Didn't mean they didn't love him. The only person he doubts loved Touya is their father. Endeavor's making the motions now, but it's too little, too late.
He doesn't voice this; it'd be an endless cycle until his older siblings talked to each other. Fuyumi was willing, he knew, but could she be trusted not to tell their father? That remained to be seen.]
Getting caught by the old man in any sexual situation is not my idea of fun. [He shudders, laughing softly.]
Soccer club. I had to get them every year for the physical. It was awkward when the doctor the school hired was hot.
And we're done. Everything's in working order.
[He gently takes Touya's balls in hand, shaking his head at his brother as he rolls the orbs, part for pleasure, part to check for cancer.]
Weirdo. [Finding nothing but a pair of a nice, healthy, and heavy set of balls, Natsuo pulls back, starting to undo his jeans. He pushes them and his boxer-briefs (teal in case Touya was interested in the color) down off his long, muscular legs. He's not hard, but he is aroused as his cock slowly becomes erect. He's big. Eyes going to his brother's dick, he can't help but wonder if he's bigger—one way to find out.
With a soft smile, he climbs over Touya and settles on top of him.]
You're so warm. [The words are murmured against his brother's lips before he claims them in a kiss. His right hand goes up to thread fingers through his unruly hair, his left stroking the scars on his right shoulder. Obviously, he doesn't care about the scars now he's sure his brother is healthy.]
[far too little, far too late. the concept of "love" is so twisted and blackened in his mind, it'd take a fucking miracle to knock some reality back into touya's head regarding notions of love and family. but at least natsuo's managed to grasp a tether of it, keeping some semblance of those two ideals from vanishing entirely in dabi's mind.
anyone else will be curtly brushed aside. fuyumi doesn't understand. shouto's just a replacement. rei's a weak coward. and enji... enough said.]
Heh, wouldn't want him to see this anyways. [not out of any sense of shame, but purely out of a selfish want to keep his brother and his antics to themselves.] Ya got a bit of a medical kink, dontcha, Natsuo. Hot doctors, affairs, sexy physicals.
[touya gives him a lazy grin down the length of his body.]
It's kinda cute. And hot. [whether it's personal interest or natsuo's way of rebelling and taking control of his own life, or just part of his younger brother being fucked in the head like the rest of them, dabi's supportive.] Do I get a sucker for passin?
[the latter part trails off in a soft exhale and his eyes lid behind his bangs. having only a few remaining places of healthy skin means attention played to those areas is almost double. or he's greedy about it. natsuo's cool fingers press his balls into his palm, rolling and kneading gently, and touya drops his head onto his hands again, one leg bending at the knee to press his foot against the hem of the bed.]
Fuck...
[don't call him "weirdo" when you're palming your brother's balls, weirdo. it's almost annoying when natsuo finally lets him go. somehow dabi's remained free of cancer as well, but probably due to his body consuming itself in other ways. a chunk of charcoal as no business getting sick.
he picks his head back up as his brother backs off, sharp eyes burning with a cool blue flame. following natsuo's hands down to his jeans and the resulting scuff of denim along his legs.] S'a good color on ya... [the teal boxer briefs. clinging in all the right places as they bunch and scrape down his brother's legs. long, muscular, athletic, envious.... it's been a ten years since he's seen natsuo naked, eyes staying on him as he strips his pants from his ankles. jealous, sure, but not angry. even cocky enough to give a lazy whistle of admiration as he checks out his little brother's dick. big. damn, just like the rest of him. (come on, natsuo, that's not a comparison question he needs answered.)
but it's getting answered regardless and touya pushes himself backwards on the bed, crawling up it so they're not hanging their legs off the edge. a lazy flop back on the bed again and-] Oof. [-he's got natsuo settling atop him. immediately swamping him with the dual sensation of his brother's naked body and soft skin pressing against his own, and the blessed coolness that spreads all over. the low sigh from touya's half-burned lips is undeniable in its relief and longing. he's missed this... so much.]
Mmhm... [all he bothers to say as he leans into the kiss, returning the claim with a heat and desire he's not shy about expressing. one burned arm winding around his brother's broad shoulders, the other burying his fingers into his spiky white hair, thumb playing with one of those hanging forelocks. at least natsuo still gives a shit about him.] Ya feel good, Natsuo.
Somehow, I'm not sure I believe you. But I'll take your word for it, Touya-nii.
[He winces at the joke and teasing, his face turning pinker. Okay, maybe he does have a medical kink. So what? ]
I'm sure I have something for you to suck on.
[With that, Natsuo sets everything else aside to focus on the task ahead. That being fucking his brother. Or getting fucked by him. Shit, which one does he want? Which one would Touya want? They can figure that out as they go.]
Is it? It's my favorite color.
[He notices how his brother's eyes devour him, burning with something. Fuck, he's seen that look on others before. He's not a virgin, but he's only gone all the way with four people. He's had a few girlfriends and boyfriends and a memorable one-night stand with a pro-hero his father didn't care for when he was seventeen. But never, never had anyone ever made him feel so vulnerable and desirable at the same time as his brother is now.
Ten years changed a body. Not just adolescence happened to them. Every ten years none of the cells are the same. Physically, he and Touya are different people from the last time they saw each other. None of their cells are the same; their bodies are taller and broader, their brains are closer to maturity. (And yes, that's an answer he wants to know. He's curious!)
The kiss between them is hot and just what he needs to instantly make him hard. Shifting, he presses their dicks together (and those piercings feel nice against his cock) and rolls his hips as he kisses Touya again, hungry, desperate for more. Now that he's tasted this forbidden fruit, he wants to devour it.]
Touya
[He says his brother's name like a prayer. His gray eyes blown with adoration.]
I missed you so much. I'm glad you're here with me. Like this.
[Did he always want this? He was too young to want things like this when Touya left, but he's starting to think that if he had stayed, this would have happened anyway.]
[been a while since he's been on the receiving end of that "look" from his little brother. as for not believing him, touya simply cocks his head with a smirk and says nothing. believe what ya want.
nothing wrong with having a medical kink either, and natsuo's pink face more or less confirms it.]
Ooo, good comeback.
[teasing him. dabi's not in any preference on how things go. despite his appearance and shamelessness, it's not like he's an extremely kinky person. mostly because lots of kinks cost money to indulge in and villains have other focuses than the latest sex toy. something they'll get to later. right now, he's content with this. kissing, grinding, touching, basking in the sensations he can actually feel.]
Wonder why.
[his voice seems to suggest he knows why, but doesn't dive into it any further. someday they'll have to trade stories about their sex lives. touya's not a slut, but he certainly doesn't mind screwing around to distract himself from a villain's shit life. most people who get with him want an escape; it's not some kind of mutual attraction or anything more than a one-night stand, though some partners were became occasional regulars. plus a pro hero. not really "complicated" so much as "advantageous".
but none of them bring the same sensations as he's feeling with his brother right now. on top of the arousal and excitement, there's a comfort and desire only natsuo can bring. he's no longer the 'touya' natsuo knew as a child. not only grown up, but now back from the dead, a revenant. and yet as he looks at him, feels him, touya's silently impressed with how well his little brother's all grown up. left him a little kid and now he's a man. time flies. (fine, but don't make a big deal about it, you medorkal kid.)
dabi's nerves quickly respond to the skim of soft flesh rising and thickening against his thigh, lifting to his hips and finally slotting up nice against his own hardened cock. as soon as natsuo presses himself to him, touya rolls his hips upward, grinding into his brother's dick. fuck, feeling him thrust back in return is amazing and he drops his hand to the center of his back, greedily pulling natsuo in for more.]
Natsuo... [god, he's never said his name like that before, a thick groan of pleasure and relief. turquoise meets with silver, holding his sibling with confession. missed him... heh, maybe the would've ended up turning to each other for this kind of relief if he'd stayed.] Ya really are a sap.
[curling his fingers in his hair, touya pulls natsuo in for another kiss, making out for all but two seconds before thrusting his tongue into his brother's mouth. a leg hooks around the back of one of those muscular limbs, graze of staples around his ankle brushing against natsuo's achilles tendon.]
[He's done talking. Now's the time for action. He kisses Touya again, still hungry, never satisfied by just bites of this fruit he's just now tasting. Lips parted, desperate for more. When Touya parts his lips, tongue thrust into his mouth, Natsuo lets it, sucks on it while his tongue slides along with it.
Despite how wrong it is, how fucked up, he's never felt more right.
Everything is warm from Touya's body. So he keeps his cold. He's a little worried that he'd loos control, but his quirk is meager compared to his brother's, and the cold doesn't bother Touya anyway.
As his brother wraps around him, his body shudders at the new sensation of the stables grazing his skin. It's not bad, not when they're warm with body heat.
They keep kissing and rutting against each other for a while, panting when they part for breath, soft moans escaping Natsuo's lips.
After a bit of this, he pulls away, moving his hands to his brother's chest, groping his pectorals as he gazes down with a soft, pleased smile playing on his lips. (He also takes the opportunity to compare, and yup, he's bigger. Very close to the same girth, but he's two centimeters longer. He'll use this information later)
He flicks his thumb over the undamaged nipple, watching the pink little harden under his touch.]
[no further comment but that smug ass one. touya leans into the kiss again, until natsuo pushes his head back to the pillow. that hunger's addictive and he's quick to cling to it. as tongue sliding between his brother's teeth, caressing the roof of his mouth and diving into the wet underneath his tongue. a low groan bleeds out when he sucks on it, not giving a fuck at how "wrong" this is. look at his life; you think dabi cares about doing something "wrong" right now? he's fucking proud of it.
somewhere in the back of his mind, touya wanders about natsuo's quirk. it's nothing impressive compared to his father and shouto, or his own, but then again, natsuo was always passed off as a failure from the start and never given any training. if he'd actually worked with it all these years, would it be more than meager? not for the first time did he wonder what would've happened if he'd stolen his little brother away from their family estate and brought him away with him.
probably this, somewhere along the way. he drags his hand down natsuo's back, fingertips running over the bumps of his spine and tracing the angles of his shoulder blades. not caring whenever his staples brush against the insides of natsuo's thighs or graze against his chest or wherever else he's going.
dabi exhales through a faint grin as he listens to that low moan escaping from his brother's lips. sounds good like that, wanting and heated. lifting his chest, he presses up into the hands running over his chest, eyes closing and head falling back as that cool touch caressed over his pectorals. fuck... (you shit. why dontcha go get a ruler too? at least let him enjoy the close race in girth. and he's got piercings, so up your two centimeters.)
his breath hitches when a thumb flicks over his nipple, catching from the sensation as the nub pebbles up from the touch.]
Hope ya ain't plannin on sleepin tonight...
[says the guy who probably doesn't have the stamina to match his little brother physically.]
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Date: 3/21/22 15:31 (UTC)It wasn't "there and happened" in his mind. Each one of them had to endure their own form of abuse driven by Endeavor. Natsuo, despite his patience, was driven to annoyance and exhaustion by Touya's constant clinging, enough to tell him to go talk to Fuyumi about it. They all had to sit there and listen to Shouto getting beaten or listen to their mother and father yelling at each other while the two middle children huddled in the dark, afraid and sad. There's no "it happened" passe acceptance for Dabi. There's years of that. Pain, sadness, abandonment, frustration, fear. Years. And he's going to render all of it back with interest. Until the man who fucked over his entire family knows what it's like to sit and cry alone in the dark, cursing his own pathetic existence. That will make Touya happy. That's a good start towards "enough" for him.
Part of him would like to have Natsuo by his side to help him with that goal... but his brother's too soft. Too distanced. Natsuo made the choice to walk away from Endeavor, hate him from afar, and not have shit to do with the man. That was his way, to reject and escape as best he could. Probably bury himself in the medical field to help save and heal others. Touya feels it's some kind of atonement for being unable to do anything as a kid to help his hurting family. Natsuo's trying to prove to himself he's worth something. At least that's how Dabi reads it.]
Ya got more moving room in the medical field. Always gonna need medics. Society? That comes and goes.
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Date: 3/21/22 16:16 (UTC)If only he could show Touya that Shouto was just as much a victim, despite using their father to learn to control his quirk better.]
There'll always be kids being hurt, niisan like you were. I want to stop that.
[Like Shouto was, he adds mentally before stuffing another bit of pork belly into his mouth. Chewing, he considered the choices before him again. He was leaning toward the medical field. He could see the signs there first, having lived with it, and report it.]
I am leaning towards pre-med. I'd be a pediatrician if I do.
[He shoves more food into his mouth. He was hungry. He had worked out after promising Touya to get him the pills to blow off some steam. He knew it looked like Shouto followed their father's plan, but Touya didn't know Shouto. None of them did, because of their father, but getting to know Shouto now was something he treasured. He was sure, if he got them in a room where they couldn't fight and actually talk, Touya could see that Shouto wanted to be a family with him]
Anyway, other than that, things are good at school. University's a lot more fun than high school. No uniforms, better gyms.
[He grinned.] I might not be a hero, but I have the body of one.
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Date: 3/21/22 16:46 (UTC)revenants remain.
but natsuo can move forward. could, before touya returned and ripped their entire family's past into the light. hell if he cares what the did to natsuo at school. the looks and questions he must've gotten, the anger and pity from victims and sympathizers. that works for dabi. if he can turn his family against endeavor even more, all the fucking better.
while he knows shouto's a victim as they all were, he can't untangle him now that shouto's united with enji to stand against him. kid made his choice. let him burn for it.]
Good luck. Hope ya got the guts to do what ya need to.
[there's both sincere encouragement and tired bitterness in his voice. ironically, it's the brined lettuce he's going for, wrapping a piece of pork belly in the leaves and chewing it. more filling than the meat, more refreshing. most of his vegetables are canned, since it's more the fruit that stores have fresh. hasn't had lettuce in... a long time.]
Ya wanna take care of little kids? [dabi sounds surprised for a second, but then sinks into understanding immediately. so natsuo really did think about it like that.] That's gonna be your way of handling this, huh. Makin sure no one else goes through what we did...
[maybe natsuo thinks he'll be able to recognize the signs of abuse when he checks on the kids. maybe he'll be able to catch it early and report it. maybe that's what his path is to be the hero endeavor never once considered his second son as fit to be. touya wishes it could be something more spiteful, but instead, it's noble. gonna be a hero, just like shouto.
and just like that ] Ch- [ he makes a noise at natsuo flaunting that body he got the pick of the litter in genes. touya gives him a dry look and promptly flicks him off like he's a twerpy teenager instead of the eldest sibling.] Gonna order ya doctor's outfits a size too small, Natsuo? Show off those pecs.
[mr 't-shirt' shirt over there.]
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Date: 3/21/22 17:12 (UTC)[He grins, remembering some of the kids he encountered when he shadowed a pediatrician for a day, mostly remarking on his height and asking if he was old because of his hair.
When his brother gives him the middle finger, he pushes out his chest and flexes, making them move under the t-shirt a bit.]
Maybe I will. Plenty of hot, young, single moms and dads would like to date a hot doctor. Or at least get on in the sack.
[Not that he'd actually flirt with them while he was doing his job, but still, for the purpose of being a bratty little brother.]
Maybe I'll get my pants too tight too. Show off my other assets.
[He sticks out his tongue before popping in another piece of pork.]
'Sides, it's not like you're lacking in muscles. They're just tighter. [He waves his hand in the air, looking for the right word.] Ropey. Something like that.
[The burns would be a little off putting, but no denying that the Todorokis were a gorgeous bunch.]
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Date: 3/21/22 18:03 (UTC)[some of that's disgruntled thoughts about his childhood, where he looked down on all the kids at their school, seeing them as not worth his time because he was gonna be a great hero and they'd all be second rate. cause they didn't have endeavor as a father. and he was gonna show all of them. the rest of the kids in his life are those stupid hero kids, saying crap about "saving" and "friendship" and "dreams" when they really just kept spouting the same old idyllic lies shoved into their little heads.
still, when natsuo grins like that, touya silently wonders if kids really are all that bad, if they can get his little brother to smile. he missed that smile...
dabi's eyes flatten in an "ugh" expression and he scowls at him. good thing this idiot doesn't have buttons on his shirt or he'd have to classify it as a potential weapon. button bullets. even if the flexing pecs do try to tug at the corner of touya's mouth.]
Baka... Ya gonna give the profession a bad name if you carry on like that.
[not that he thinks natsuo will. he's dutiful and responsible even if he can act like a dork sometimes. or a bratty little brother. the second part actually earns a snort of amusement and ire and touya leans over his food without bothering to try and muffle it. leaves home for a ten years and this is what comes out of that house.]
Not gonna show shit if it's hidden behind that white coat all the time.
[dabi doesn't get the chance to throw something at that petulant tongue poking out before it's pulled back in, and instead shoves another lettuce wrap in his mouth. the comment on his own musculature makes him bristle, but then pause in some surprise. he's not used to compliments like that.
'tighter', huh...] Wow. Those proper medical terms for malnourished?
[street-worn cables instead of those healthy mounds of sinew and rope his younger brothers have. still, touya seems a little... more confident? hearing that from natsuo. he's had his issues with being the runt of the litter despite being the eldest. always shorter, thinner, weaker, than his siblings. but if a guy in the med field's at least admitting what he's stubbornly refusing to admit in the mirror, well... it's nice. cause he does have muscles. just not the best compared to the heroes.]
... thanks.
[yeah, at least they all got their looks from their parents. and the stubbornness.]
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Date: 3/21/22 18:41 (UTC)The coat won't cover my front, so I'll be able to show off three of my best features; face, chest, and, well. [His face turns a little pink, and he grins, part shy, part smug.] You get the idea.
[He sobers a bit and looks his brother in the eyes.]
You are malnourished, which probably stunted your growth since you disappeared when you started puberty, when most of the growth happens. Malnutrition mostly deformities when you're younger, so there's that to be thankful for. You're not as bad off as some people, I figure that's because you've been stealing what you can and, from a guess, you've made sure to eat vegetables in addition to meat. Guess those pirate movies I was obsessed with growing up were good for something.
You are on the side of too thin, but I can see you've gotten some decent food recently. When the League teamed up with the Meta Army. Figures they'd have funds for better food.
[He looked over his brother again.] Mostly what I'm worried about is your burns. As they can lead to infections... honestly, I'd be amazed if they hadn't already.
Is there anyone who can help heal them? I know healing quirks are rare. Only other thing I can think of is skin grafts. Skin's pretty important, niisan. And yours is burned pretty bad.
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Date: 3/21/22 19:10 (UTC)Dick.
[whether that's touya filling in the blank for natsuo's more polite "idea" or simply taunting him for being one is up to his little brother to figure out. the smirk on the villain's face suggests it's at least more a tease than an insult.
he goes quiet when natsuo launches into a detailed diagnosis of his current health. not sure if he's annoyed by it, kind of disgusted, or honestly impressed. guess it's not that hard to rattle off the visual cues, but natsuo obviously knows what he's talking about and it shows in his words.]
Real impressive. My own private physician. How much do I owe ya for all that?
[at least it's nice to know some more of what's obviously wrong with him, and still get some head pats for managing some semblance of a decent diet despite his life on the streets. while he'd like to blame most of this on their mother, both for passing him an ill-suited body for his quirk and for giving birth prematurely, he already said that earlier and natsuo already knows.]
Cute, but ya can't "heal" scars. And why should I bother? I'll just burn myself again after they heal what's left. I got all mom's weak genes. [he almost spits the comment.] At least my flames are stronger than Endeavor's.
[as for infections, touya shrugs callously.]
Who knows. Maybe my body temperature and fire's too hot for somethin to set in. I take care of what I can.
[there's not enough healthy skin left on him to make skin grafts even a remotely feasible idea. dabi looks at natsuo and then lazily tugs the open collar of his shirt to the side.]
Ya wanna give me a check up, Natsuo?
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Date: 3/21/22 19:45 (UTC)Yeah, that.
[He opens his soda bottle, takes a drink, enjoying the peach flavor.]
Just continue to eat better. More protein would be good, help you build up muscle... [Though what wasn't scarred might have a hard time fitting it. Genetics had a part in how much and how fast someone could bulk up. And Touya's got the shittiest combination of their parents' genetics. So who knows.]
Scars fade and sometimes become indistinguishable from normal skin tissue after enough time. But in your case, that probably won't happen. Still, something needs to be done to protect the vulnerable tissue under the skin. A graft of synthetic skin might work. Tailored to resist heat better than your body can. It's almost possible. Some firefighters are volunteers for the first procedure next fall.
[Gray eyes follow Dabi's hand, he takes another swallow of soda.]
I can. You probably need one. It'll be like playing doctor all those years ago.
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Date: 3/21/22 20:20 (UTC)endeavor sure did ruin a lot of things.]
Gonna be a lotta kids' favorite.
[there are a few reasons he has these staples on his skin. dabi knows he's pretty weak compared to most of the heroes he runs into. physically. sure he's scrappy enough to knock and average man down, but only took one kick from an old geezer to his head to knock him the fuck out. hero geezer, but still a geezer. natsuo's at least giving him some positive body image commentary. most of the time it just comes from people who don't care, only interested in using him (or touya uses them).]
Gas station jerky's not the greatest, and ya know I hate fish.
[so all that canned tuna and dried seafood was out the window.]
Nah. I don't need that shit. It's gross, but the world should see what he did to me. I'm not hiding it like he does. [another scoff and touya leans back, running his fingers up through his hair.] Glad I gave him something he can't hide either. Bout time he knows how it feels.
[he sounds so satisfied with himself, like he was the one who physically tore that side of endeavor's face off. but the mention of natsuo agreeing with the offer has him tossing the commentary away and pushing up from the table. there are still some leftovers, but he'll save it for later. not gonna gorge himself and then puke later.]
Yeah well ya all grown up now, 'doctor'.
[And promptly hooks his hand under the hem of his shirt before pulling it up over his head and off his body, a quick toss throwing the white material away.]
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Date: 3/21/22 20:48 (UTC)Granted, things didn't get as lewd, like Natsuo talking about wearing tight pants to show off his package to potential lovers. It was a moment that they should have had to steal in a shady motel.]
Buy, or steal, the turkey jerky; it's better for you and tastes better. And eat some steak. I'm sure you can fry them at least.
[Touya was always a picky eater.
Natsuo is also glad that their father is now scarred, almost perfectly matching Shouto's. Serves him right for being the cause of their mother's madness, the reason she gave that scar to the youngest of them.]
If that's what you want. I was just throwing it out there.
[He watched as Touya took off his shirt. So much damage. He just manages to keep his voice calm as he looks over his brother's chest]
Pants, too; I want to see all the damage. You can leave your underwear on.
[So many emotions are flooding through him. Anger. At their father for how much damage he caused Touya, physically and emotionally. At Touya for not taking better care of himself. Concern for his brother. Sorrow and guilt, he couldn't have done more to help him before. But he can now.
And there's one other emotion going through him that's utterly confusing. He shoves it away, though. Nothing to be done about it. He's going to 'play' doctor now.]
Sit on the bed; it'll be easier to do the check-up there. After that, I'll put the salve on you.
[He stood, reaching into his pants pocket to pull out the tube of burn salve he always carried around these days and put it on the bedside table.]
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Date: 3/21/22 21:22 (UTC)Ya make getting steak sound so easy.
[then again, for a thief who didn't care about the rules, was it really that hard to get some steak? who knows. not like dabi can walk into a store and not set off the phone calls to the cops.
at least the two of them can agree on their father's scarring. touya's video made it clear he was the one behind that attack, the one behind that scar. sometimes he wishes he had been in each room to watch his mother, sister, and brother's reactions when that video played. got a front-row seat for shouto and enji's. his father's was the most enjoyable.]
Goin around wearin a buncha rubber skin sounds gross.
[says the guy covered in staples and purple flesh. touya heads over to the bed, pulling his arms over his head and stretching, bones and muscles creaking a little from the strain. until his shoulder gave a loud 'pop' and he kind of wilts, arms falling to his sides as that comfortable burn melts all down his limb. fuck, that felt good... oh, pants.]
Real thorough, aintcha.
[even as he says it, he unclasps the buckle of his belt and then flicks open his fly with his middle finger, thumb dragging the zipper down the front. one leg kicks up at the knee and dabi tugs off his boot, first one, then the other, before casually shucking his pants down his legs. a simple pair of black boxer briefs holds around his hips, not doing anything to hide the swath of scarred flesh covering touya's legs from the middle of his thighs all the way down to the ankle on one leg and the other covering to the center of his foot's instep. perimeters stapled like the rest of them.
down to his single remainder, he tosses his pants to the side and flops back on the bed, arms spread out on either side of him, eyes closed as he soaks in the cool of the sheets against his back.]
Ya know... ya always were my favorite ice pack.
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Date: 3/21/22 21:57 (UTC)Mostly he feels sad about everything, angry at their father, angry at the world, angry at himself. Angry at Touya for not letting him know he was alive all these years.
There that feeling is again, watching Dabi stretch out. Again he shoves it away and studied just how much charring there is.]
Damn. How much is from Sekoto?
[And how much of it was gained since. He sat down on the bed, adding a bit of chill to his finger tips as he leaned over his brother, hands on his neck to check his lymphnodes. Seemed a little bigger than normal, but nothing too out of the ordinary, he had larger ones too. Thyroid was okay]
I love you. So yeah, I'm going to be thorough with you. I want you to live as long as possible. Open your mouth and say 'ah' for me. And for the love of god, tell me if anything hurts.
[He pulled his phone out of his pocket, intent on using the flashlight up to see down his brother's throat, once that was done he continued on]
And you were my favorite heated blanket... even if you were always shorter than me.
[He gave a teasing smile, then moved his hands down his brother's chest, to his abdomen, checking the size of his liver - a concern for malnurishment, and to see if he had any tender spots.
Touching his brother's charred skin wasn't as bad as he feared it would be. It was the same texture of other scar tissue he had touched. He didn't know what he was expecting. For it to have a papery feel maybe?]
You doing okay?
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Date: 3/21/22 22:26 (UTC)bringing up sekoto, the herald to all this scarring, brings touya out of his thoughts and he sits up on the bed, stomach crunching despite his lanky appearance.]
All most all of it. [he starts to point out different parts, his knees, his elbows, thighs, forearms, calves, right shoulder, stomach.] After that, it just spreads if I overuse my Quirk.
[like a desert covering the real estate of the ground around it. consuming and burning more and more as he fights against the world that hates him. though most of the nerves in the top layer of his skin are well and truly dead beneath the gnarled purple flesh, the ones below are still raw and will scream if things get too rough. he feels more pressure than pleasure with those kinds of touches.
but when natsuo touches him, it's the cold of his fingers that dabi feels immediately and slouches a little. wanting to sink against his brother and rest in that coolness he usually never feels. nostalgia races back without his permission, despite the way his stomach twists with that "i love you" thrown at him so casually. like no thought went into it at all...]
It never doesn't hurt. Especially around the edges.
[but he opens his mouth when asked, silently voicing that noise natsuo wants. ironically, undernourishment aside, touya's fairly healthy. teeth and throat are fine. still brushes and washes, cause he can't get his revenge with a body that's rotting apart. he'll burn it; that's his fate. the rest of it? he'll take care of. clean it, care for it, wash it, brush it. dabi wants to live long enough to make sure endeavor doesn't. that said...]
Pain killers have kicked in, so it's not really hurting now.
[there he goes again. commenting about his shortness. touya scowls at him and promptly tugs two fingers on natsuo's shirt collar, pulling it enough to "snap" him with the fabric. barely does shit cause shirt collars aren't elastic, but whatever.]
Asshole.
[leaning back on his hands, he lets him work on his chest and stomach. liver is... it could probably stand to have dabi take care of it better, but he burns off a lot of the alcohol he drinks due to the furnace of a quirk that lives inside him. smoking and drinking, recreational drugs, fighting, the villain dabi is nothing like the student touya had been. a burning train wreck plowing down the tracks.]
I'm alive. That's good enough for me.
[doesn't seem to be sensitive to much, though he lifts his body into the touch that goes over his healthy skin, wanting more of the cool sensation. least he's not got "paper skin" like some weird freak.]
Ya don't gotta keep this on if ya wanna warm up.
[touya lazily tugs on the hem of his brother's shirt.]
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Date: 3/21/22 23:04 (UTC)You've always been sensitive about it. You're around the national average now, though, so there's that going for you.
[His lips purse has Touya points out where the newer scar tissue is.]
I see. I'd tell you not to overuse it, but you won't listen. You have enough pills to last you a while, so long as you don't take too many at once, but if you run out, let me know. The doctor keeps sending them to Endeavor every month, and he barely uses them. He only had three bottles at the moment. Otherwise, I would have taken another one for you.
[He looks up into his brother's eyes, gray meeting blue.] Try not to die. I want you to live. [He takes a breath] I want you to live more than Endeavor. So whatever you do, remember that, okay?
[Natsuo notices how his brother leans into his touch. And then there's the hand tugged at the hem of his shirt and that invitation to take off his shirt.
He wants this. And it looks like Touya wants it too. They're both so fucked up.]
I didn't know we were going to play that kind of doctor.
[His voice is light as he leans back and takes off his t-shirt. He's proud of his body. He worked hard for it, playing soccer in middle school and high school working out at the gym. He's a shit fighter, doesn't have it in him to hurt someone else, and his quirk's nothing compared to the men in their family, but he has the heroic build. If there is one thing he's grateful to his father for, it's his body.]
I have never given you this kind of exam before. I still have two more things I want to check out before we do... anything else.
[Leaning down, he puts his ear to his brother's chest, listening to his heartbeat]
Take a deep breath for me, Touya-nii.
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Date: 3/22/22 00:37 (UTC)right.]National average. [guess it's a consolation prize.] I got more going for me after that growth spurt. Sucked being the oldest and smallest.
[all those spots he pointed to were places where the flames burnt him first, cooking his flesh as the fires roared out of control. the memories are still there... first he thought it was beautiful, amazing, his power growing and swelling. sure that if endeavor saw him now and what he could do... but then it kept going. he tried to shake it off, tried to put it out, but his emotions, endeavor never taught him how to stop, none of those safety procedures. everything went blue, then white, hot hot hurt hot...]
Heh, I've made it even stronger. Strong enough to take down anyone in my way. [a tiny gout of blue fire spurts beside his shoulder, but that's it.] Yeah yeah, two every four or eight hours. No more than six every 24 hours. Read the bottle. [doesn't mean he'll listen, but good on natsuo for trying. touya nods, the offer to have a place to get more, plus meeting his brother, knowing they're stolen from his father, is an addictive venture.] Wonder why he's not takin them. Thinks it's some kind of penance for himself? Idiot.
[it takes a nudge to get dabi out of his thoughts, eyes coming back to his brother's. hearing those words, however... his eyes linger before lidding slightly.]
It's worth dyin to kill him, but if he goes before I do, then I'll stay alive as long as I can. Ya might need to come get me after the war. But I'll remember that.
[not quite a promise to stay alive, but at least one to offer his intent to remain if he gets his revenge without costing his life.
the new direction of this checkup has been on his mind for a bit, but touya paid attention to natsuo's words and attitude, seeing if the invitation would be reciprocated or turned down. once he felt sure enough it'd be accepted, no sense in not going for it. if they're fucked up, might as well be fucked up together.]
No, but ya were interested in it, weren't ya.
[touya smirks at him as natsuo leans back and pulls his shirt off. he goes silent, turquoise eyes taking a run down his younger brother's body. tsk, course he's got reason to be proud. between those sports he plays and the workouts he does, plus getting the lion's share of their father's physical genes, natsuo's the brawn of their quartet. quite the build on him, enough to make dabi envious.]
Hn. Fine. We got all night. [as much as he'd like to skip to the fun parts, he knows natsuo's serious about his well being and he's not stupid enough to give up a learned medical checkup from the rare person he actually trusts about it. leaning back, he glances down as natsuo rests his head on his chest, a cool ear and cheek settling on his heated pectoral.
takes the breath he wants, silent and deep, his heart still thudding strong and determined. stubbornness runs in the family and it's audible.]
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Date: 3/22/22 01:00 (UTC)Well, you've outstripped neesan now. She's the tiny one now. [He gives a gentle smile putting a cool hand on heated flesh as he listens to both Touya's words and his heart. It's a strong beat. So strong. Just like his brother.
He looks up, his gray eyes filled with sorrow as he puts a hand on Touya's, giving it a squeeze.] Your heart's good. Breathing's fine. Now, only one more thing, and then we can, er, play doctor some more.
[His cheeks go pink but he's still smiling as he lifts off of him. He looks down, letting himself feel the want now, his eyes turning warm with affection and desire as looks down his brother's almost bare body.]
I'm really fucked in the head for wanting this, but at least I'm in good company.
[Reaching up he ran a hand through Touya's hair. Would this have happened if Touya hadn't faked his death? Who can say? Maybe. To comfort themselves when things got bad perhaps. It didn't really need thinking about because it was happening. He had wanted this since the first time he got in contact with his brother to try to convince him to come to their new home, with mom, Fuyumi, and Shouto. And no Endeavor at all.
But the reality isn't kind, so he'll take the scraps of happiness he can get. Whether the heroes won or the villains did, someone he cared about was going to be hurt. Possibly even die. And while he didn't want his father to die, he'd choose his brothers over him in a heartbeat.]
Alright, this next part won't be as fun, but it'll lead into the fun stuff. I need you to take your underwear off. Going to check for hernias
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Date: 3/22/22 02:07 (UTC)Told her I wouldn't stay the smallest forever. [she never understood him anyways. as natsuo put his hand on him, some of the heat from touya's words sapped away. soon enough causing him to sink down to his back on the bed and rest beneath his brother's head. when they were younger, he was the one who used to lie with his head on natsuo's strong chest, wanting the reassurance of his brother's heartbeat to know he was still there with him, when it felt like everyone else was gone.
dabi blinks from reminiscing as a hand settles on his own, the squeeze prompting him to frown but turn his hand beneath natsuo's. pulse checkin- oh, hand holding. but it morphs into a smirk when he gets a passing grade and a hint towards more in the future.]
Better not do this with ya future patients. Use the... whatever that thing is. [and mimes a stethoscope from his ears to his chest. a poor joke at natsuo's expense.
it's strange to see his own flesh and blood looking down at him like that. he heat in his face is one thing, touya remembers that from all the teasing long ago, but the heat in his eyes and the interest within them, despite the wreck his burned up body's in... it brings up a strange rift between self-consciousness and brazen pride.]
Ya ain't as bad as I am, so don't worry abut it. There's worse shit out there than wantin this.
[dabi tilts his head slightly as a hand cards through his hair. he has no answer for that internal question; he'd died just after hitting puberty, when those thoughts would've started. but perhaps... he'd always turned to natsuo for comfort and support. why not some fucked-up semblance of love as well? wasn't enough to get him to come home, but despite the taboo, or perhaps because of it, the idea of hanging around natsuo more wasn't so adverse.
the sudden dip back into doctor talk earns an arched brow and touya gives him a flat look with a wry smile.]
This musta been fun to learn in class. Ya do it with a model or a volunteer? [that said, he hooks his thumbs in the hem of his underwear and pushes down. narrow hips arch up off the bed, letting him pull the snug material down over his ass and off his knees before finally tugging his long legs free of the clothing. and flick- off to the side, no care where they landed.
before stretching out on the bed again a shameless "ah" of relaxation. despite his wiry muscles and more slender build, at least dabi hadn't missed out on all of their father's genes. he's impressive enough, a bit thicker and larger than you'd expect from the rest of him. flopped back against his pelvic v, revealing a silver four-rung frenum piercing centered on the underside of his dick. another middle finger to the world. mercifully his fires have left his general "hip" area, front and back, alone.]
So how's this work?
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Date: 3/22/22 03:09 (UTC)And then there were the people who wanted to use him for his connection to Endeavor.]
I remember that. She was such a brat back then. She's mellowed out a lot since.
[He smiles at the teasing.] Sometimes, it's okay to do this to infants and toddlers; the stethoscope is too cold for them. But I might have the same issue.
[He doesn't know what to say to that. Yeah, there are worse things than wanting to fuck your brother. And Touya had done a lot of that already.]
That's true. Heh, Endeavor would flip his lid if he found out his sons were fucking each other.
[The sleeping with another man wouldn't raise an eyebrow since he's sure his father wants to fuck Hawks.
He can't help but let his eyes wander down to Touya's groin. He's a bit surprised at how big his brother's dick is compared to the rest of his body. His lips form an 'O' at the piercings.]
Not bad. Bet those were fun to get.
[He scooted down the bed and straddles his brother's legs.]
Stay still and cough when I tell you. I, ah, haven't done this before, but I know what I'm looking for. And I've gotten it done to me plenty of times for physicals.
[He takes a breath and puts a finger where the scrotum's attached to his body. Gently he pushes up until the tip of his finger 'disappears' into his brother's body.]
Okay, cough.
[Once that's done, he moves to the other side.]
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Date: 3/22/22 05:07 (UTC)She never understood me. Always tried to get me to stop, just like Rei. [touya's voice is more flippant about that, and he cocks his head to the side when natsuo gives him a glimpse into his studies.] Makes sense.
[his life out there wasn't a nice one. wanting to fuck his brother was pretty tame, even if society would be aghast at it. which honestly made it way more appealing to him. a soft laugh wanders out and dabi shrugs his shoulders in agreement.]
Might be worth it to see. I like doin shit that'd disappoint him or piss him off.
[yeah, definitely knew there was something going on between their dad and the damn chicken. touya throws the thoughts aside as natsuo takes a look at his body, resting his hands behind his head to prop it up slightly. hey, at least he got some good genes? certainly not packing a cannon, but he's not a disappointment to his partners. heh, natsuo's reaction to his piercings is amusing.]
Different kinda "fun" but yeah. I like the sensation.
[touya glances down at natsuo's legs, about to mention his pants, but decides against it and nods when instructed. easy enough to do.]
Tsk, I remember those... [had to get some himself cause enji wanted to know what was "wrong" with his kid. didn't make a lot of sense back then, but pokes and prods happened.] What'd ya have to get 'em for?
[nevermind he's lying here naked in front of his younger brother whose currently nudging a cool finger under his balls. touya presses his heel against the bed at the sensation, one testicle instinctively dragging up in his sac at the chill. a light press and-- o00kay, that feels weird. not a common sensation, but... he coughs when told, entire package giving a light jump from the reaction.
good new is, nothing to report. better news is, his touya's works just fine.]
Wouldn't mind if ya did that a few times. Kinda like it.
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Date: 3/22/22 12:24 (UTC)He doesn't voice this; it'd be an endless cycle until his older siblings talked to each other. Fuyumi was willing, he knew, but could she be trusted not to tell their father? That remained to be seen.]
Getting caught by the old man in any sexual situation is not my idea of fun. [He shudders, laughing softly.]
Soccer club. I had to get them every year for the physical. It was awkward when the doctor the school hired was hot.
And we're done. Everything's in working order.
[He gently takes Touya's balls in hand, shaking his head at his brother as he rolls the orbs, part for pleasure, part to check for cancer.]
Weirdo. [Finding nothing but a pair of a nice, healthy, and heavy set of balls, Natsuo pulls back, starting to undo his jeans. He pushes them and his boxer-briefs (teal in case Touya was interested in the color) down off his long, muscular legs. He's not hard, but he is aroused as his cock slowly becomes erect. He's big. Eyes going to his brother's dick, he can't help but wonder if he's bigger—one way to find out.
With a soft smile, he climbs over Touya and settles on top of him.]
You're so warm. [The words are murmured against his brother's lips before he claims them in a kiss. His right hand goes up to thread fingers through his unruly hair, his left stroking the scars on his right shoulder. Obviously, he doesn't care about the scars now he's sure his brother is healthy.]
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Date: 3/22/22 15:16 (UTC)anyone else will be curtly brushed aside. fuyumi doesn't understand. shouto's just a replacement. rei's a weak coward. and enji... enough said.]
Heh, wouldn't want him to see this anyways. [not out of any sense of shame, but purely out of a selfish want to keep his brother and his antics to themselves.] Ya got a bit of a medical kink, dontcha, Natsuo. Hot doctors, affairs, sexy physicals.
[touya gives him a lazy grin down the length of his body.]
It's kinda cute. And hot. [whether it's personal interest or natsuo's way of rebelling and taking control of his own life, or just part of his younger brother being fucked in the head like the rest of them, dabi's supportive.] Do I get a sucker for passin?
[the latter part trails off in a soft exhale and his eyes lid behind his bangs. having only a few remaining places of healthy skin means attention played to those areas is almost double. or he's greedy about it. natsuo's cool fingers press his balls into his palm, rolling and kneading gently, and touya drops his head onto his hands again, one leg bending at the knee to press his foot against the hem of the bed.]
Fuck...
[don't call him "weirdo" when you're palming your brother's balls, weirdo. it's almost annoying when natsuo finally lets him go. somehow dabi's remained free of cancer as well, but probably due to his body consuming itself in other ways. a chunk of charcoal as no business getting sick.
he picks his head back up as his brother backs off, sharp eyes burning with a cool blue flame. following natsuo's hands down to his jeans and the resulting scuff of denim along his legs.] S'a good color on ya... [the teal boxer briefs. clinging in all the right places as they bunch and scrape down his brother's legs. long, muscular, athletic, envious.... it's been a ten years since he's seen natsuo naked, eyes staying on him as he strips his pants from his ankles. jealous, sure, but not angry. even cocky enough to give a lazy whistle of admiration as he checks out his little brother's dick. big. damn, just like the rest of him. (come on, natsuo, that's not a comparison question he needs answered.)
but it's getting answered regardless and touya pushes himself backwards on the bed, crawling up it so they're not hanging their legs off the edge. a lazy flop back on the bed again and-] Oof. [-he's got natsuo settling atop him. immediately swamping him with the dual sensation of his brother's naked body and soft skin pressing against his own, and the blessed coolness that spreads all over. the low sigh from touya's half-burned lips is undeniable in its relief and longing. he's missed this... so much.]
Mmhm... [all he bothers to say as he leans into the kiss, returning the claim with a heat and desire he's not shy about expressing. one burned arm winding around his brother's broad shoulders, the other burying his fingers into his spiky white hair, thumb playing with one of those hanging forelocks. at least natsuo still gives a shit about him.] Ya feel good, Natsuo.
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Date: 3/22/22 16:32 (UTC)Somehow, I'm not sure I believe you. But I'll take your word for it, Touya-nii.
[He winces at the joke and teasing, his face turning pinker. Okay, maybe he does have a medical kink. So what? ]
I'm sure I have something for you to suck on.
[With that, Natsuo sets everything else aside to focus on the task ahead. That being fucking his brother. Or getting fucked by him. Shit, which one does he want? Which one would Touya want? They can figure that out as they go.]
Is it? It's my favorite color.
[He notices how his brother's eyes devour him, burning with something. Fuck, he's seen that look on others before. He's not a virgin, but he's only gone all the way with four people. He's had a few girlfriends and boyfriends and a memorable one-night stand with a pro-hero his father didn't care for when he was seventeen. But never, never had anyone ever made him feel so vulnerable and desirable at the same time as his brother is now.
Ten years changed a body. Not just adolescence happened to them. Every ten years none of the cells are the same. Physically, he and Touya are different people from the last time they saw each other. None of their cells are the same; their bodies are taller and broader, their brains are closer to maturity. (And yes, that's an answer he wants to know. He's curious!)
The kiss between them is hot and just what he needs to instantly make him hard. Shifting, he presses their dicks together (and those piercings feel nice against his cock) and rolls his hips as he kisses Touya again, hungry, desperate for more. Now that he's tasted this forbidden fruit, he wants to devour it.]
Touya
[He says his brother's name like a prayer. His gray eyes blown with adoration.]
I missed you so much. I'm glad you're here with me. Like this.
[Did he always want this? He was too young to want things like this when Touya left, but he's starting to think that if he had stayed, this would have happened anyway.]
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Date: 3/22/22 17:11 (UTC)nothing wrong with having a medical kink either, and natsuo's pink face more or less confirms it.]
Ooo, good comeback.
[teasing him. dabi's not in any preference on how things go. despite his appearance and shamelessness, it's not like he's an extremely kinky person. mostly because lots of kinks cost money to indulge in and villains have other focuses than the latest sex toy. something they'll get to later. right now, he's content with this. kissing, grinding, touching, basking in the sensations he can actually feel.]
Wonder why.
[his voice seems to suggest he knows why, but doesn't dive into it any further. someday they'll have to trade stories about their sex lives. touya's not a slut, but he certainly doesn't mind screwing around to distract himself from a villain's shit life. most people who get with him want an escape; it's not some kind of mutual attraction or anything more than a one-night stand, though some partners were became occasional regulars. plus a pro hero. not really "complicated" so much as "advantageous".
but none of them bring the same sensations as he's feeling with his brother right now. on top of the arousal and excitement, there's a comfort and desire only natsuo can bring. he's no longer the 'touya' natsuo knew as a child. not only grown up, but now back from the dead, a revenant. and yet as he looks at him, feels him, touya's silently impressed with how well his little brother's all grown up. left him a little kid and now he's a man. time flies. (fine, but don't make a big deal about it, you medorkal kid.)
dabi's nerves quickly respond to the skim of soft flesh rising and thickening against his thigh, lifting to his hips and finally slotting up nice against his own hardened cock. as soon as natsuo presses himself to him, touya rolls his hips upward, grinding into his brother's dick. fuck, feeling him thrust back in return is amazing and he drops his hand to the center of his back, greedily pulling natsuo in for more.]
Natsuo... [god, he's never said his name like that before, a thick groan of pleasure and relief. turquoise meets with silver, holding his sibling with confession. missed him... heh, maybe the would've ended up turning to each other for this kind of relief if he'd stayed.] Ya really are a sap.
[curling his fingers in his hair, touya pulls natsuo in for another kiss, making out for all but two seconds before thrusting his tongue into his brother's mouth. a leg hooks around the back of one of those muscular limbs, graze of staples around his ankle brushing against natsuo's achilles tendon.]
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Date: 3/22/22 20:01 (UTC)[He's done talking. Now's the time for action. He kisses Touya again, still hungry, never satisfied by just bites of this fruit he's just now tasting. Lips parted, desperate for more. When Touya parts his lips, tongue thrust into his mouth, Natsuo lets it, sucks on it while his tongue slides along with it.
Despite how wrong it is, how fucked up, he's never felt more right.
Everything is warm from Touya's body. So he keeps his cold. He's a little worried that he'd loos control, but his quirk is meager compared to his brother's, and the cold doesn't bother Touya anyway.
As his brother wraps around him, his body shudders at the new sensation of the stables grazing his skin. It's not bad, not when they're warm with body heat.
They keep kissing and rutting against each other for a while, panting when they part for breath, soft moans escaping Natsuo's lips.
After a bit of this, he pulls away, moving his hands to his brother's chest, groping his pectorals as he gazes down with a soft, pleased smile playing on his lips. (He also takes the opportunity to compare, and yup, he's bigger. Very close to the same girth, but he's two centimeters longer. He'll use this information later)
He flicks his thumb over the undamaged nipple, watching the pink little harden under his touch.]
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Date: 3/22/22 23:18 (UTC)[no further comment but that smug ass one. touya leans into the kiss again, until natsuo pushes his head back to the pillow. that hunger's addictive and he's quick to cling to it. as tongue sliding between his brother's teeth, caressing the roof of his mouth and diving into the wet underneath his tongue. a low groan bleeds out when he sucks on it, not giving a fuck at how "wrong" this is. look at his life; you think dabi cares about doing something "wrong" right now? he's fucking proud of it.
somewhere in the back of his mind, touya wanders about natsuo's quirk. it's nothing impressive compared to his father and shouto, or his own, but then again, natsuo was always passed off as a failure from the start and never given any training. if he'd actually worked with it all these years, would it be more than meager? not for the first time did he wonder what would've happened if he'd stolen his little brother away from their family estate and brought him away with him.
probably this, somewhere along the way. he drags his hand down natsuo's back, fingertips running over the bumps of his spine and tracing the angles of his shoulder blades. not caring whenever his staples brush against the insides of natsuo's thighs or graze against his chest or wherever else he's going.
dabi exhales through a faint grin as he listens to that low moan escaping from his brother's lips. sounds good like that, wanting and heated. lifting his chest, he presses up into the hands running over his chest, eyes closing and head falling back as that cool touch caressed over his pectorals. fuck... (you shit. why dontcha go get a ruler too? at least let him enjoy the close race in girth. and he's got piercings, so up your two centimeters.)
his breath hitches when a thumb flicks over his nipple, catching from the sensation as the nub pebbles up from the touch.]
Hope ya ain't plannin on sleepin tonight...
[says the guy who probably doesn't have the stamina to match his little brother physically.]
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