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Something that Dabi had learned over the time he had spent with Overhaul, was that he was much different from any kind of lover that Dabi had the pleasure to enjoy the presence of before. Well, ‘lover’ was maybe a big word for the men and women he had offered himself to, just to have a place to sleep at - that was before he joined the L.O.V of course, though those times stuck with him, even now.

Someone like Chisaki, though intriguing, was a dangerous thing for him to encounter. Not that Dabi didn’t enjoy the danger that he was presented with. Oh, he practically melted into it. 

It was hard not to be in awe, watching a tiger prowl, but never attack, to hear it roar but never feel the bite. And Dabi knew how to dodge the bites, and knew how to avoid the attacks. It was exciting, and he was living to test out the boundaries until this man would snap, or until he would see what was too much for him.

And for Chisaki? Oh, he knew that he was played like a fiddle, knew that he was being tested. And he hated it, hated every second of it and hated every smirk he earned from Dabi for letting him step just a little closer, with just as much of a growl. But Dabi knew how to play, he knew when to avert danger, and when it was safe to come closer. It was infuriating, but it still resulted in Dabi, spread out on one of the couches, all the while Chisaki was working on all that research he and Chrono had dug up thus far.

A sigh, long-dragged and almost theatralic ripped Overhaul out of his thoughts, away from the paper that Chrono had filled out. Of course, Dabi couldn’t stay quiet to save his life. “What is it?'' Overhaul groaned, his eyes shortly glancing over to the person on the couch, who just rolled to his side to get a better look at him. He was playing him again, but this time, Overhaul wouldn’t fall for it. He had better things to do. “If you can’t stay quiet, leave. I don’t have time for that.”

Dabi pouted - this was ridiculous. “You’re no fun, has anyone ever told you that, Mr. Clean?”

Overhaul rolled his eyes - this childish behavior was, sadly, nothing new, and yet he couldn’t quite bring himself to finally finish this guy off. There was something about Dabi that drew him in. Something greater. Maybe his use, in the greater scheme of things. Whatever it was, he didn’t have time for an attitude right now. 

“Don’t give me that look, alright? Jus’... come over here. One minute. Then, I’ll leave. Sounds good to ‘ya?”

Well it did sound good to him for multiple reasons. He could, for example, finally finish some leftover work and studies that he needed to attend to. Maybe, if he was especially lucky, he would be able to get a little rest through the night - he would be able to just get the sleep he lacked, because of a certain someone , and he would be back on his tracks by tomorrow.

Chisaki also knew far too well that all of this was just too good to be even remotely true. Dabi was greedy in every sense of the word. When Chisaki held out a hand towards him, he would demand the whole arm. And when he told him that he would do something for Chisaki, for just a little bit of anything in return, Chisaki could be very certain that it wouldn’t stay with just that one thing.

He sighed, deep and long dragged.

And despite himself, he pushed his chair away from the desk and got up to stroll over to him.

The grin that spread on Dabi’s bruised cheeks, the glimmer in his eyes - Chisaki probably never wanted to punch someone as badly as he wanted to punch him.

And yet, he still walked over, because he was apparently weak like that, or easily manipulated.

Or maybe, he was just drawn in by eyes burning in the coldest and brightest blue he’s ever seen.

And god, it made him angry.

(Which also wasn’t something entirely new when being around Dabi for too long.)

“Oh, what an honor to have your attention on me now.”Dabi's grin spread just a little father as those cold eyes kept following Chisaki’s every move. And as he finally stood next to the couch, he held himself back from reaching out his hand to touch him, even if just by the arm. He knew the boundaries well and so he just watched him further, watched as Chisaki’s hand reached out to him. Always the first to take charge, Dabi never overstepped that line.

Which was probably also the only reason he was still alive.

Instinctively, he leaned his head toward the hand that was brushing along his scars. It hurt, it burned, but he didn’t mind the pain. He never did. The pain that came with being with someone as powerful as Overhaul, was what made it so interesting to Dabi.

When suddenly, the pain got harsher, as Chisaki’s thumb pressed hard against one of the staples. Dabi’s instinct told him to pull away from the sharp pain in his cheek, but his common sense knew better than that. Which didn’t stop him from complaining: “You could be a bit more careful, y’know?” - He was used to pain anyhow. Chisaki just pressed a little harder, before he turned Dabi’s head to the side forcefully.
Reddened skin, dried blood. The staple almost came loose as well. Chisaki scrunched his nose under his mask as he harshly let go of Dabi’s face in total. “You haven’t been taking proper care of your wounds.”

And there Dabi sat on Chisaki’s couch - the eyes of a predator eyeing him in disgust, all the while his cheeks burned with lingering pain. “What?”, he managed to mouth out, he had hoped for something different on that day, for something more exciting. His own hand reached up to touch the staple - out of reflex, just to check that it wasn’t too loose or anything. A bit of bis blood dripped out the wound and clung to his fingertips. “Seriously? You expect me to go to the doctor and check myself up? Sure thing.”, he joked, the grin back on his features. Maybe he could save this. He leaned a little forth, never minding the blood but careful enough to not smear it on the couch - he would be dead otherwise.

Which was, not gonna lie, also kind of exciting. “And the only guy that I would let doctor on me, would be you, doc. Though… the things I have in mind, no normal doctor should do with their patient.”

A sound fell from Chisaki’s lips. Not amused, but annoyed - which wasn’t a “no” as Dabi came to understand over the time that they had spent together. Chisaki’s thin eyebrows were furrowed as he leaned down, both gloved hands on the armlean of the couch. And his eyes - god, those golden eyes - staring directly through Dabi. It gave him goosebumps. “You want me to take care of you? Fine. ” And just as Dabi wanted to open his mouth to say something more, Chisaki spoke further: “Someone needs to make sure that you’re clean enough to even be sitting here.”

And what had started out as a flirty game from Dabi’s side, quickly ended in Chisaki guiding him towards the laboratory Dabi had only ever seen from the outside. If there was one thing that he knew about Chisaki - and he didn’t know a lot apart from the necessary things - was that he was rather secretive about what was behind that door or why the hell he would vanish into that room for hours on end.
Not that Dabi asked or cared. It was a simple thing: he didn’t ask questions and wouldn’t get asked things in return. A mutual understanding, he believed.

“Sit”, Chisaki commanded and Dabi did as he was told. Another mutual understanding. One where both of them knew their places and their positions. As much as Dabi liked to act against orders directed to him and as much as he enjoyed to rebel and test out boundaries - he knew best to listen to Chisaki when he was demanding him to listen.

That included listening to his commands like an obedient dog. But that was the only way he was able to actually get close to Chisaki. This was the only way to make him satisfied. And Dabi enjoyed every part of his position.

Now, he just watched Chisaki. How he changed the gloves that covered his strong and firm hands, how he gathered some instruments that Dabi wouldn’t even begin to describe or understand. All he knew was that this was going to be interesting , and the grin that spread on his lips as he made himself more comfortable was probably a little too excited for a surgery that he was supposed to go through. Not that anyone ever put Dabi down as someone that could even be considered remotely sane or as someone to care for his own wellbeing.

He wouldn’t be in this position if he was either of those things.

As Chisaki finally sat down in the chair in front of Dabi, Dabi at least got a good look at all the things that he had brought. He could only guess what half of the things did and so, instead of even asking, his gaze fell back onto those bright and golden eyes in front. The grin was ever so persistent: “Going to treat me today?”

A scoff and Chisaki already took a bottle with some liquid in hand. Desinfective, Dabi believed, and just waited for his next move. “You’re sick.”, Chisaki mumbled under his breath, behind his mask and there was glint in his eyes. Intrigue, maybe. 

“Then-”, Dabi leaned forth - careful not to get too close, but close enough to make his point come across: “- treat me.”

And treating him, he did. Soon, Chisaki’s gloved hands were on him, one of which holding his head in place, while the other was inspecting his reddened skin, his wounds that had bled open a day prior once more. “Hold still, don’t you dare to move.” Another command, and as much as Dabi’s own body was protesting upon feeling the pain, his muscles stiffened as if to keep himself from jerking away. And as Chisaki’s finger pressed down hard on one part of his cheek, he hissed as his own fingers dug into his legs hard . 

Of course, Chisaki - that bastard - didn’t stop. Instead, his eyes were staring directly into Dabi’s, awaiting any kind of rebelliousness or any kind of disobedience. As he didn’t find any of that, he finally let go of him and Dabi took a deep breath without knowing he held it in.

“Bastard-”, he hissed nonetheless just to be ignored by the one it was directed to. Typical. 

Just as Dabi’s own fingers were about to rub over the sensitive spot - as if that would help any - his wrist was grabbed by a much stronger hand than his own. “Don’t you dare”, a warning this time, and though Dabi was ready to obey, he took his sweet time to relax his arm and let it fall to his side again. “I’m going to clean you up and finally change those horrible staples of yours. This was amateurwork at best.”
There was annoyance in Chisaki’s voice as he finally took one of the instruments in hand. Dabi could only guess the pain he would be feeling soon. “I’m actually surprised you didn’t die yet. You know you were supposed to keep clean and take care of yourself.” There was something else in his voice now, disappointment? Dabi didn’t dare to open his mouth as of yet, though he did raise an eyebrow at his words. “I won’t reward such disobedience… I hope you’re aware of that.”

Before Dabi could even say something, he already felt the cold metal against his skin and a slight - but painful - tug on one of his staples. The gold of Chisaki’s eyes still staring deep into his own. The realization hit Dabi quickly as he felt the pain spread in his cheek - of course he wouldn’t be getting anything to numb his skin. And as much as his head wanted to say something, he stayed still. Stayed still as Chiaki’s free hand gripped his leg firmly and he held still as he felt his skin tearing as the old staple broke and was removed, piece by piece. He hissed in pain as Chisaki picked the rusty piece from his bruised skin, all the while his body tensed up and he felt blood dribbling from the wound.
And yet, he pressed his lips together, held still and let it all happen. “Good.”, a shiver ran down Dabi’s spine upon hearing Chisaki’s deep voice praise him: “At least you seem to be listening now .”

Despite the pain, Dabi could only scoff, his gaze never straying from Chisaki’s. “I can still act up. You shouldn’t tempt me. You know better .”

Another hiss fell from Dabi’s lips and his body tensed once more as he felt the familiar sting of disinfectant against his wounded and bloodied cheek. He should know better than this . And yet, he didn’t mind the pain that spread through his face. Never did.

In fact, just feeling how in control Chisaki was in this situation, made Dabi feel excited. And as the next staple was removed from his bruised skin, Dabi shivered under his touch. Not that he dared to move, didn’t dare to go against Chisaki’s wishes for even a second, but the pain that he felt, accompanied with the grip on his leg, only caused Dabi to crave more of it. More of both. The pain, his hands on him, everything. Dabi was greedy like that.
And Chisaki? He watched as blood dribbled from his wounds, watched how Dabi’s mouth fell slightly agape and felt how he tried to get a little closer to him every time Chisaki gave him room to move. And as a moan fell from Dabi’s lips - quiet but loud enough for Chisaki to hear - he made a face under his mask while his hand gripped further into his leg. “You disgust me.”

Another shiver ran down Dabi’s spine from those words alone and the grin - all bloodied and bruised - he gifted Chisaki, was enough for the older man to halt in his actions. “Doesn’t that intrigue you , Overhaul?”

It did.

It really did.
And as much as Chisaki hated it, he didn’t have the evidence to back up any kind of claim that would say otherwise. 

Dabi was pathetic, disgusting and so far from the things that Chisaki would want from anyone breathing within a 3m radius of him. And yet, he found a fascination when looking at Dabi like a Child, about to rip off the wings of a butterfly.

His hand gripped tighter on his leg and his other hand reached to grab Dabi’s jaw hard enough to bruise him even more. There was blood sticking to his white gloves and yet he didn’t feel the urge to thrash about it. Instead, he pulled Dabi in, close enough so he could potentially feel his ragged breath against his skin. From this close, he could clearly see the wounds, could make out where his skin started to get infected and where Dabi used all the skill he didn’t have to repair it all by himself.

Pathetic, yes, but Chisaki didn’t pull away.

And here Dabi was, breathlessly staring at the man so close to him. His head held in place as if to be inspected by those golden shimmering eyes in front of him, which always managed to make him feel like a prey. And all he could huff out was a quiet and raspy laugh - „Hah- and you don‘t even say anything against it.“, he whispered practically and immediately felt how Chisaki‘s hand tightened the grip around his jaw. Felt how he desired to be pulled in even closer. To be hurt so much more.

God, how much this all was turning him on - and Chisaki knew that, knew him well enough to know the ways he could make Dabi melt in his grip.

„You allow yourself a lot.“, Chisaki mumbled under his breath, his eyes darting over the blood, the bruises, over to those bright eyes - as bright as the flames he was able to cast - and for a moment, his mind shifted. The very same face, twisting in agony and pleasure just the same, gasping for air all the while blood would drip from his wounds. His own hands on him, wrapping around Dabi‘s neck, squeezing till he would be crying his bloody tears. All for the sake of fixing him up, of course.

And in that moment, something inside of Chisaki snapped and his hands were withdrawn from Dabi‘s body, leaving the younger man to sit there in confusion. A little over half of his staples had been successfully removed. Chisaki could only imagine how good he would look when he would be done with him.

How disgustingly messed up and oh so pathetic.

„Undress.“

There was no need to drag this on any further. Dabi needed to know who was in control. Needed to feel the kind of pain and pleasure that his sick mind was longing and asking for. Such a sick and twisted mind was in need of much more than a cure.

Dabi was in need of someone that would take that disobedient side of his and make him listen and act in ways that was wanted of him.

Dabi, meanwhile, swallowed down the urge to ask a simple ‚why‘ as he wouldn‘t risk the chance to get touched by Chisaki in a state like this. His cock was already twitching in his pants, just from how much he wanted all of this. So without much of an objection, but with a glance to Chisaki which could have potentially earned him a punch to his guts, he stood up and started by throwing his coat carelessly to the side. Next was his shirt, which he - oh so teasingly slow - pulled upwards on his frail and bruised body, all under the careful observation of Chisaki, who had scooted back in his chair to give Dabi room.

And god, how he sat there, inspecting his every move. How he observed and how he seemed to be waiting for him. How he knew just how in charge he was.

All of that made Dabi shiver visibly - not only due to the cold temperature of the room, teasing his sensitive skin.

„Too slow for you?“, Dabi practically cackled as he threw the shirt to where his coat was on the floor. Chisaki‘s eyes shortly followed the shirt and Dabi could already see the displeasure in Chisaki‘s eyes, urging to get it all cleaned already. 

If Dabi would have that kind of care about anything, he imagined he would forget about all of his plans, as he would be worrying about all sorts of things all the time. Luckily, he wasn‘t that picky, nor was he that obsessed.

„Careful not to drip your dirty blood on the floor.“, Chisaki muttered, head leaning against his hand as he kept watching him like this. „I‘d hate to break up our session just to make you lick it up.“

Another shiver ran down Dabi‘s spine. And as much as he somehow found the thought intriguing, if there was more waiting in their session, he was more than willing to let that opportunity slide. He smirked to himself but kept quiet - he could already hear Chisaki calling him things like ‚revolting‘ again.

He‘d be lying if he said that it didn‘t turn him on even more.

So he gulped down any more commentary and - finally - opened his pants, which he carefully pulled down from his hips alongside his underwear. As he finally reached the bulge in his pants - which was all too obvious to Chisaki at this point - Dabi made him wait for a second longer.

‚Guess you‘re not the only one in charge here‘ , Dabi thought to himself but kept ultimately quiet, only shooting Chisaki a quick glance before he finally pulled his pants and underwear down completely to reveal his fully erect member. Dabi hissed as his hot member was met with the cold air that was all around the lab, but god, it felt good to finally lose that pressure on himself.

Chisaki, by now, sat up a little more and didn‘t even waste a single glance downwards. „Come here.“

And Dabi obeyed upon stepping out of his pants, now fully naked strolling over to him, stopping close, maybe too close - Dabi wondered, but the fact that Chisaki didn‘t shoo him off again was enough to make him even more curious.

From where Dabi was standing now, he could already see the growing bulge in Chisaki‘s pants as well and - if this was anyone else but Overhaul head of the Yakuza - he would have acted on his own accord. Now, he waited, impatiently staring at Chisaki who observed his body without touching him in the slightest.

„You may touch me.“, Chisaki mumbled, unsure how this had all ended up the way it did. Yet, not minding the outcome so far. As vile as Dabi acted at times, this was probably the easiest and best way to get him to listen and behave.

One word and Dabi dropped to his knees right in front of him. The cold floor rubbed against his bruised and wounded skin, but he didn‘t care about that. And so he scooted closer, both of his hands now on Chisaki‘s upper thighs, only adding a little pressure to push them apart to slide right between.

Though he was halted in his action, as he felt Chisaki‘s hand in his hair, pulling up so Dabi would look at his face directly. „Don‘t you dare to bleed anywhere on me. Understood?“

„Yes-“, Dabi practically gasped out, missing the hard grip in his hair as soon as it was gone. Though there was still hope in his head that he would be able to feel Chisaki much closer very soon. Nevermind the treatment he was supposed to be under. He was used to pain anywhere on his body, and didn't even waste a single thought on what they‘ve come to the lab for.

His hands started to wander along the strong muscle - sadly still clothed - all the way up to his bulge. Dabi could feel his own dick twitch just from feeling along Chisaki‘s outline, felt his own mouth water just from realizing how much this was getting to Chisaki as well.

Well, blowing him was out of question, that was practically impossible without getting some blood on him. And as much as Dabi wanted to feel his hot weight on his tongue, he would be patient and see for himself what Chisaki would do to him.

The low groan he earned for adding some pressure to his touch caused him to shiver all over. Of all the partners that Dabi enjoyed the - usually short - company of, Chisaki was the only one to get him off like this. By glance and noise alone.

So, without further ado, he opened Chisaki‘s belt and the button next. His eyes ripping away from the growing bulge to look up at the man that kept his eyes on Dabi, as if he waited for him to do something - anything - wrong. All the more reason to want to be good for him, maybe out of spite, maybe because of something much more primal. But Dabi couldn‘t find it in himself to care.

After he pulled down Chisaki‘s zipper, he was careful to free Chisaki‘s hot member as well. Careful not to make a wrong move and maybe get some blood on him, and careful not to upset Chisaki in any other given way. Dabi had learned to watch his every move around this predator of a man.

And as Chisaki‘s dick finally sprung free, Dabi felt his mouth water, but he held himself back as it was expected of him. He enjoyed the power Chisaki held over him far too much to object anyway.

Just hearing Chisaki groan out again as his fingers wrapped around him, was enough motivation for Dabi to keep going. So he started to rub Chisaki‘s hot erection, all the while the skin on his own hands heated up as well - they always did, in situations where his emotions were acting up in any kind of way.

But according to the way that Chisaki‘s hips bucked up into his touch, the leader of the yakuza didn‘t seem to mind, even for a single bit. Now, the grin was back on Dabi‘s lips and he finally started to add a little more pressure around Chisaki‘s now fully erect dick, all the while moving his hand along the shaft. God, he wanted to feel him inside of himself so badly, it was ridiculous at this point.

Dabi gulped at the mere sight and at how firm Chisaki felt in his hand - who would have thought that he would end up in such a situation, practically drooling to feel someone‘s cock inside of him.

He kept moving his hand for a little while longer, adding pressure and taking it away, all the while his eyes were just watching Chisaki and how he seemed to enjoy the little attention that he was getting. With his eyes closed and some occasional and low groans falling from his lips, he really seemed to like all of this.

Soon, though, Dabi felt Chisaki‘s hand back in his hair - and as much as he leaned into the touch and started to move his own hand a little faster, as Chisaki‘s fingers dug painfully into his hair, yanking him back a little, Dabi halted in his movements.

His own dick twitching at the sharp pain in his skull. God, he was lost, so goddamn lost for this man.

„Enough.“, Chisaki‘s voice was raspy as he spoke again, but Dabi found it all the more attractive. His hands quickly left Chisaki and he held them up, as if to show that he was listening without complaint. Like a dog, waiting for his treat.

„Let‘s finish what we started. Get up.“

And Dabi obeyed, though the choice of phrasing kind of made him much more excited than he thought it should. Now, standing in front of Chisaki, fully hard and already leaking his first few drops of precum, he felt so on display. But, well, he enjoyed it.

And so did Chisaki. Seeing Dabi like this - in all of that messed up glory that he was - fully obeying what he was saying, was nice. Really nice. Especially as he knew that Dabi was much rather someone to defy just to prove his own, pathetic point. 

Right, Chisaki needed to find his voice again - with all the blood rushing downwards, it was hard to keep a hold of his train of thought. „Get on top of me. We‘re not done yet.“

Again, Dabi obeyed, didn‘t hesitate for a single second to spread his legs and let himself sink on top of Chisaki. He didn‘t take him in just yet, obviously not, he was waiting for the moment that Chisaki would give his okay. Chisaki felt Dabi‘s hot skin directly pressing against his erection like this, but he didn‘t let it get to his head. His hands also stayed off Dabi for now, his eyes scanning the other‘s body before meeting Dabi‘s gaze again. Dabi, who was aching to touch him - he could clearly read that from his expression alone - kept his hands to himself for now. A faint and satisfied smile tugged on Chisaki‘s lips at that - well, not that Dabi could even see it.

„I‘m going to continue. I‘ll restaple you, as I said that I would.“, he could clearly see Dabi gulping at his words, but those blood-smeared lips stayed sealed: „And you‘re going to hold still. Understood?“

Oh, he definitely didn‘t need to tell Dabi what he would be doing to him next. He had his hands on Chisaki‘s cock not minutes ago and was fully hard himself. If Chisaki would have wanted all of this to go by easy and slow and without any kind of distraction, he wouldn‘t have given in to Dabi‘s wants.

Chisaki‘s hand practically flew up to grab Dabi‘s bloody jaw just to hold him in place. „And if you move like the bitch in heat that you are, I can promise you that this is going to be so much more painful than what you would consider pleasurable. I will also leave and let you mend your wounds on your own. Surely you wouldn‘t want to see me angry in that kind of degree. Understood?“

His grip tightened, but Dabi still managed to nod. And as Chisaki drew back his hand, Dabi took a deep and shaky breath. Fuck. This alone would have caused him to cum, if he wouldn‘t have held it in.

„Don‘t worry, boss, I understood.“, he huffed out a laugh and already repositioned himself on top of Chisaki. No preparation needed or wanted, otherwise Chisaki would have said something. Not that Dabi wouldn‘t be able to take it. God, he even preferred it at times. Though, of course, something inside of Dabi still needed to act up a little, and so he took his own hand up to his lips, licking over the unscarred skin, wettening it with his saliva, maybe bits of blood as well - if it wasn‘t already dried out.

All the while maintaining eye-contact. God, Chisaki wanted to punch that stupid face. But, in the end, he would let himself get through this - he knew Dabi was clean, in and out, even though his staples spoke a whole different language. Otherwise he wouldn‘t be enjoying Chisaki‘s attention at all, after all. Chisaki made an effort to make sure that Dabi cleaned all of himself before even considering stepping close.

Dabi‘s soaked hand reached back down, wrapped itself around Chisaki‘s aching member and started pumping him again. And with just a few tugs, which had Chisaki groaning underneath him - maybe because of the disgust he felt - Dabi was already done and positioned his leaking head against his own twitching hole. He grinned, all too satisfied and finally let Chisaki‘s hot member slide into him. Of course, this would have been much easier with a little lube or some preparation, but Dabi didn‘t care. Instead, his mouth fell open, a breathless moan falling from his dirtied lips as he let Chisaki slide in completely. Inch by inch.

Chisaki‘s hand was now on him, gripping his hips hard as if to steady him, all the while the young boss of the yakuza held back his own moan to keep some of his own dignity. Chisaki exhaled in a quiet groan as he was fully inside Dabi, feeling just how hot he was all over. 

Dabi, on top of him, shivered at this point, his mouth open with his ragged breaths and quiet moans that left his throat. And, god, Chisaki could feel how he wanted to move, how his muscles did spasm and how he just urged to get going. Maybe, just maybe, Chisaki wanted the same thing, but this was not the time. So, instead, his hand gripped Dabi much harder, enough to bruise, just to hold him in place.

„Stay. Still.“, Chisaki‘s voice was low, and didn't leave any room for any kind of backtalk. And Dabi whined on top of him, but ultimately nodded a little and steadied himself with his hands on Chisaki‘s legs behind him.

His own legs were shivering in anticipation and Dabi tried his hardest to keep them still.

Chisaki felt Dabi‘s eyes closely following his movements - as soon as he found it in himself to not just thrust up into the tight heat that surrounded him - as he reached over to the table again, taking the same instrument as he had before to pull out the remaining staples. Dabi gulped on top of him but ultimately held still, even as he felt Chisaki cutting through yet another staple, breaking it in two, just to pull it from his skin afterwards. He hissed and whimpered under his breath and - god - Chisaki felt how his muscles tightened around him, and if he was just a little more lost to his own instincts, he would have just thrusted up till he was done. But he wasn‘t. And so, with medical precision, he pulled out the remaining staple from Dabi‘s skin. 

There was surely a better way to do this - Chisaki knew that as well, but didn‘t find it in himself to care. Dabi just looked too good with his face as messed up as it was.

He quickly disinfected the wounds, before the infection would stay or even get worse.

The moan that fell from Dabi‘s lips, his dick twitching between them - all of it was too good to give up just yet anyway. Oh no, Dabi was only halfway through.

Chisaki groaned under his breath as well, the heat was just rising on Dabi‘s body - a clear sign of his arousal, just as much as of his loss in control. Now, as good as it felt for that moment, he couldn‘t just let him keep going. „Control yourself.“, he spoke, his voice as steady as ever and Dabi tensed up right on top of him. He knew what Chisaki meant, knew what he was speaking of, as his own skin was already feeling too hot for his own comfort again.

And so, Dabi took a deep breath, steady as he could, and as he exhaled his body relaxed a little. His temperature slowly dropped little by little. „Keep that up. I don‘t want to get burned during this.“

„Y-Yes.“, Dabi whispered, almost choking on his own spit. He gulped. This was a lot to handle.

How could that bastard, Overhaul, stay as calm as he did?

And how the hell did he just continue as if he hadn‘t been messing him up so badly already? Dabi caught a glimpse of a new instrument, looking more like some kind of pistol and his dazed mind could only do as much as connect the dots at this point. He gulped again, shivered and whimpered without even being touched at that moment. „Pathetic.“, he heard Chisaki groan underneath him and Dabi huffed out a laugh.

„You seem to like that though-“, he managed to whisper in between ragged breaths. „Just how pathetic and dirty and revolting I am.“, another laugh, a little louder this time. 

„Mess me up, Overhaul. I‘m all yours.“

Oh, and messing him up, he did. He did so gladly. So with one hand on Dabi‘s throat, squeezing tightly, he kept the villain from spitting out any more words. The choked noises, the gasp for air that followed, all of that Chisaki enjoyed to the fullest. „Indeed you are.“, he said, with the same confidence as ever. His hand stayed there, right on Dabi‘s throat, hearing a choked chuckle slip from those dirty lips. „So be good for me, and I‘ll give you what you want.“

That was the last thing he said, before Chisaki‘s hand guided up the stapler to Dabi‘s bruised and bloody skin, and with a pull of the ‚trigger‘, Dabi felt a sharp pain spread from his cheek, all the way down his spine. His cock ached between their bodies, weeping another drop of precum at the mere sensation. Chisaki could see how Dabi pressed his lips together, how he was trying to breathe more air into his lungs, but Chisaki‘s hand kept him from doing so.

He wasn‘t done just yet.

Not even giving Dabi a moment to breathe, he set the stapler against another part of his skin. His skin was cleanly pierced by the fresh metal and a muffled scream was this close to slip from Dabi‘s pressed lips. But he held it together. His muscles did spasm at this point, his whole body was tense, gripping Chisaki‘s cock so tightly inside of him. Chisaki groaned under his breath, pressed his own lips together and felt his own muscles tense at the sheer determination to keep his lust from shining through.

„Good boy.“, he managed to whisper sweet praise to the man on top of him, as steady as he could muster up. His own cock was twitching inside Dabi, painfully hard at this point. But he would finish the job before he would fuck his pathetic brains out.

This time, Dabi couldn‘t hold in the noises anymore. And as the stapler left his bruised skin, he moaned at the praise, at the pain and at the feeling of Chisaki being buried so deep inside of him. „Fuck- I-“, he licked his lips, tasting his own blood all the while his body was shaking. „I wanna be good- I wanna be good for you.“

Chisaki didn‘t waste another word to Dabi, whose eyes were tearing at this point. Or, they would, if they could. There was only more blood staining his skin and for a second, Chisaki felt the need to clean him up. Clean that mess up completely. He felt his own skin crawling in disgust, but instead of flinching away, pushing Dabi off, he allowed himself to thrust up once into Dabi. The villain practically screamed out a moan at this point, his fingers digging so hard into Chisaki‘s legs. 

This wasn‘t the first time his body was trying to act against this. Against sleeping with Dabi or anyone, really. But he was used to Dabi. He was used to seeing his blood, feeling it too. He would take a shower after this. He would be okay.

The moan that left his own lips didn‘t go unnoticed and Dabi - despite being in pain and choked by such strong hands - smirked. Wide and so, so blissful. Chisaki found himself in awe for just a moment. How Dabi sat there, this blissful grin spread on his bruised and bloodied cheeks, his blood running down his cheeks and his jaw - how some of it stained his white gloves already.

Chisaki wanted to rip him apart. Dabi was a masterpiece in the cruelest sense, gorgeous in the most grotesque way. And maybe, Dabi was right, Chisaki enjoyed being the one to feel him like this.

Pathetic.

There weren‘t any more words needed. Both of them were growing impatient, but this job needed to be finished before they could continue with anything else. And so, Dabi held still every single time the stapler met his skin again, held still through the piercing pain that made him shiver and want to cry out. He held back any noise for the remaining staples that were missing. He dared not to move or make any sound as his skin was tugged in place, as his lungs were craving for more air than he could breathe. 

And as the stapler met his skin for the last time, his dick twitched with precum again in anticipation. He knew what was about to follow and his whole body was aching at this point. The staples on his upper body did bleed as well, skin tearing with how tense his whole body was.

Chisaki would fix that another time, the ones in his face were much more urgent.

To be honest, with how the blood was rushing in Dabi‘s veins, how loud his own pulse was in his own ears, Dabi didn‘t even notice how Chisaki had tossed the stapler back onto the tray. The only thing that Dabi did notice was the hand leaving his throat at which he took a deep and shaky breath. The same hand now grabbed his waist tightly, enough to bruise him even more than he already was. The other found its way to his hair, gripping it tightly with the strength he could muster.

„Yes- Fuck- please-“, Dabi moaned in pure ecstasy, another laugh slipping from his lips and finally Chisaki thrusted into him, hard.

And with all the pain that Dabi had felt in his life, in this session even, he had gotten so used to it all. He was craving the hand gripping his hair so tightly and he was craving the sheer feeling of Chisaki practically rawing him like this.

Chisaki groaned under his mask, didn‘t care about holding back any longer, as he had been starting to get impatient some time ago. He didn‘t mind the heat that Dabi‘s body emitted and he didn‘t mind the way that his own skin was crawling right in that moment. Not yet, he told himself. 

Dabi was moaning on top of him, letting out all that he held in before. And Chisaki felt, for a short moment, as if he couldn‘t breathe right under that mask anymore.

So, without wasting much thought on it, he removed his hand from his hair and pulled his mask down to his chin. That sight alone was enough for Dabi to whimper and crave to press his dirty lips on top of those soft and clean ones. „Fuck- please, i want to move. Can I? Please-“, he gasped for air despite not feeling a firm grip around his throat anymore. 

Right. 

Even after the procedure, Dabi hadn‘t moved a bit. 

Chisaki‘s eyes looked up at him, clouded over by lust that he had been trying to conceal. „Move. You‘ve been good enough.“ 

Screw the steadiness in his own voice. A groan fell from his lips after saying these words, as Dabi finally started to move his hips against Chisaki. As he moved just how he wanted to, all the while Chisaki held him tightly with both hands, getting closer and closer already.

This time, Chisaki didn‘t hold back the moans that fell from his lips - though they were no match for Dabi‘s, who was just screaming out his cries of pleasure, his eyes closed in pure ecstasy all the while his lips were curled to a satisfied grin.

A grotesque art piece, Chisaki thought once more as he thrusted up harder into him, faster than before.

He wanted to see that man come undone on top of him.

It wouldn‘t take long anymore, he knew that. He could feel his own dick twitching more inside of Dabi, and noticed how his muscles seemed to tighten more and more. And god, he wanted release. „Please-“, he heard Dabi whisper again. His dick was practically weeping at this point, precum was staining Chisaki‘s dress-shirt, just as much as his pants. „Please- I can‘t- wanna cum so badly- need to-“, Dabi was babbling at this point, drooling even as he opened his eyes to look down at Chisaki with the brightest blue shimmering in the light of the lab, begging him to let him finish.

„You can-“, Chisaki started, interrupted by a low groan: „as soon as I‘m done. Hold it in.“

And no matter how far into this they were, Chisaki‘s commands were as steady as ever. Dabi whined on top of him in overstimulation, but nodded despite the pain he was feeling at this point. 

„Good boy.“ , Chisaki whispered one last time, before he started to ram up into Dabi‘s tight heat with all that he had left in him. He was close himself, but he didn‘t want to give Dabi the satisfaction to just finish like that. He needed to know, to feel, who was in control in their relationship.

Whatever it may be.

It didn‘t take much more for Chisaki to get too close as well. With Dabi‘s sloppy movements on top of him, his moans and whimpers and with his own thrusts, which slowly fell out of rhythm, he felt his own climax approaching rapidly.

There weren‘t any more words needed, because as Chisaki thrusted sloppily into him once, twice, he already felt his climax rolling over him, hard. His whole body was shaking and the moan that fell from his lips was only muted after he bit his lower lip. And while he was shooting his hot seed inside Dabi, the man on top of him also reached his limit. Screaming out a moan, he came as well. Covering himself and Chisaki‘s shirt in his sticky and hot cum. The climax hit him hard just the same and even as the last stripe of white left his leaking cock, he rolled his hips against Chisaki in a shaking spasm, just to feel more and more of it.

Chisaki groaned at the movement and thrusted up just the same.

Both of them rode out their orgasms, until their movements slowed and the only thing to be heard were their heavy and ragged breaths. 

Both of them were sticky and sweaty and so gross that Chisaki felt his skin tingling and crawling once more. Worse than before. And while his mind was screaming, it was all muted out by how good this all felt. His mind was completely fogged over. And the sight in front of him - Dabi, shaking and shivering and so bloody on top of him, breathing so hard that his throat must hurt - was enough to keep him occupied.

Surely, if his mind was any clearer, he wouldn‘t have reached out with his gloved hand to brush away some of the blood on Dabi‘s cheeks. If his mind was a little clearer, he wouldn‘t have thought about kissing those dirty lips with his own. He didn‘t, in the end, but the thought was there.

Instead, his thumb brushed over his lips, blood and spit covering them. Truly, a gross sight for someone like Chisaki. So why the hell did he crave those same lips on his own. 

Dabi smiled - not smirked, but smiled - as he felt his finger brushing over his lips. His expression was so blissful and exhausted that it could have been enough to make Chisaki go once more.

„I should probably- get off of you, right?“, Dabi whispered, despite enjoying being this close to Chisaki.

Chisaki opened his lips to say something, but Dabi acted on his own already. He knew how this worked. Chisaki‘s phobia was surely nothing to mess with and, upon feeling how filled up he was, he knew that he was lucky enough for a man like this to even let him close.

Dabi managed to stand on his shaking legs, though not well. Every part of his body was screaming for rest at this point. He was aching all over, felt his own blood dry against his skin, just like his cum, all the while he felt Chisaki‘s cum dripping down his inner thighs. The new staples glimmering gold, instead of silver.

God, he was messed up.

Chisaki watched the whole scene unfold in front of him and just then, his head finally started to snap back to where it was supposed to be. And upon looking down on himself, seeing all those stains on his clothes, he felt the urge to scratch himself all over. Scratch himself bloody until the filth was gone. 

He leaned his head back, took a deep breath that he didn‘t know he was holding back. His muscles tensed under his clothes while everything around him seemed to grow too much.

It was always too much. Suddenly too aware of the filth on himself, in this room and on Dabi. 

„Overhaul.“, Dabi‘s voice ripped through the noise in his head and, upon looking up, he saw this mess of a man standing there, looking down at him. „Come on. Let‘s get you clean.“, he mumbled and didn‘t reach out his hand, as he knew that there was no way in hell that Chisaki would take it.

For a second - and Dabi knew it by his expression alone - Chisaki urged to use his quirk on him. On that stain that was standing there in front of him. Too close for comfort. But despite this urge, Chisaki nodded after taking another deep and shaky breath, and finally got up from his chair.

Luckily, the lab had an own bathroom attached to it, so they wouldn‘t need to go too far.

Dabi already left for the bathroom, after Chisaki gave his okay for him to take his leave and Chisaki - meanwhile - didn‘t dare to look down at his clothes while he opened them and let them drop to the floor. Poor Chrono would need to clean all of this up later. Not that Chisaki cared much. He just needed it done.

As he was walking over to the bathroom, he could already hear the calming noise of the shower running behind the closed door. And for a moment, he could calm himself with the thought that he would be clean very soon.

His feet carried him into the bathroom and finally into the shower, where Dabi was already scrubbing himself clean with those frail and shaking arms of his. Truly a sight to behold. Pathetic, really. And yet, Chisaki stepped in close with him, let the water run over his own body and let it clean him.

His mind was a little quieter by the time Dabi offered to clean him up. Dabi is clean, calm down , Chisaki told himself and allowed him to do so. He felt Dabi‘s hands rubbing in the soap, cleaning him of all the filth that was surely spread all over his body. And while the other villain did that, Chisaki kept his eyes closed for the time being, needing a moment to breathe. The gentle touches of Dabi, the way he felt those thin fingers massaging his skin, all of that helped his mind to quiet down.

Usually, he wouldn’t let someone help him, much less see him like this.

This was different, though.

And as he opened his eyes to look down at Dabi, he was met with the brightest blue he ever laid eyes upon. His lips, his skin, all cleaned from spit and blood. The smirk he gifted him much less gory than it had been before.

Without thought, Chisaki leaned down, capturing those lips, the same that had been bloody and dirty and straight up filthy before, with his own, gentler than he would have imagined before.

And Dabi’s smirk remained for a moment, before his arms wrapped around Chisaki’s neck, pulling him in closer.

Yes, this was different. And while Chisaki’s mind had a hard time to grasp what exactly was going on with him, why the hell he let Dabi, of all people, so close, he enjoyed his touch too much to dwell on it.