Me and the Devil

Scars

"Thank you for coming to see me."

Dabi scoffed and plopped in the chair across from him, "So, what do you want?"

"I wanted to see if you'd like to stay here tonight."

"Why?" His blue eyes narrowed dangerously, "You've put thoughts into Shigarakis head..."

"We had casual conversation," AFO sat back, "If he drew his own conclusions, my apologies."

"Then why?"

"I think she would be more at ease."

"So what you kidnap her and suddenly care about how 'at ease' she is?"

"If you'd rather not-"

"I didn't say that," he snapped. "I'm just holding you accountable."

There was a calculated pause before he spoke again, "Dabi, I must say: if the time came and you had to choose, I would hope you remember where your loyalties lie."

"With myself, as always." He kept his tone even, his eyes never wavered, "I'm not stupid."

"Amusing as always,"  he chuckled and stood, walking to the door, "Don't fail me tomorrow night."

Dabi sat quietly for a moment once he was alone in the  room. His blue eyes scanned the desk settling on a particular book. The Art of War. He swiped it as he headed for the door, eager to lay his eyes on her.

Chise toweled off her damp hair and sighed, laying back on her bed. The sleepwear she was provided wasn't her usual, but the soft material felt nice on her skin. The soft, black shorts and tank top left her slightly chilled and she crawled into the sheets, hoping the warmth would find her quickly, her eyes grew heavy.
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The room was dark and quiet as he locked the door behind him. The small traces of moonlight gave him the view of her sleeping form. He quietly shed his jacket, keeping his gaze on her even breathing. Tossing his shirt aside he sat on the bed, leaning over Chise's sleeping form.

He leaned down and softly kissed her cheek, smirking when she stirred. Her green eyes opened slowly, a confused look crossed her face, "Dabi-"

His lips crashed into hers in a fierce kiss, one that took her breath away. He couldn't stand it anymore. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her. He pulled from her lips when his hands settled on the soft cloth, "Who's is this?"

"It was graciously provided," she winced slightly when his hand gripped her damp hair, "Would you have preferred me to sleep naked?"

He harshly nipped her neck, making her gasp, "I don't like it."

Chise chuckled, "I don't either," he grip on her tightened, a soft smile fell on her lips, "Relax. I'd much rather sleep in your clothing."

He met her lips in a demanding kiss making her whimper slightly. With a swift move, he tore the tank top from her body and tossed it. His warm hands ran over her body, reclaiming her skin. Her back arched into his touch, seeking the dark comfort he brought her.

Something hit his ears that made him freeze in his tracks. Chise almost questioned him until she heard it to, her eyes snapped to the door as she slowly sat up. Someone was trying to pick the lock. She felt Dabis warm chest against the bare skin of her back. His voice sounded in her ear, "Relax."

Leaning back against him, she couldn't help but feel unnerved. The fact someone was trying this at all was enough to make her uneasy as her hands grilled the sheet at her chest. He wrapped an arm around her and rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes trained on the door.

It finally clicked, his grip on her tightened slightly as the door quietly opened.  Dabi scoffed, "Of course it would be you."

The surprised form of Shigaraki stood in her doorway, his disappointment clear on his features, "What are you doing here?"

"Daddy dearest said I could have a sleep over," he leaned onto Chise's cheek, "I knew you were a sick fuck, but sneaking into here of all places...you must have a death wish."

He made a move to speak, but his voice couldn't reach his mouth. His lungs tightened and his body felt like stone. His eyes narrowed at Chise. Her eyes were cold, emotionless as her invisible grip on him tightened, bringing him to his knees.

Dabi rested against her and watched as his league-mate struggled. He wanted to set his body ablaze, but, this was entertainment enough. You could see the veins in his neck protruding, making their way up to his face. He was surprised she wasn't stopping yet. He leaned into her and placed soft kisses on her shoulder, "You can't kill him yet." He felt her jaw tighten stubbornly, her eyes were blacked out, just like they were the night Haru died. He slowly reached his hand up and turned her face towards his, "Chise, that's enough."

Her grip on her intruder faded, leaving Shigaraki gasping for air. Her eyes cut to him as he did his best to stand, "Shigaraki," her voice was cold and laced with warning, "If you ever try this again...I will kill you. Dabi saved your life tonight."

In an instant, an invisible forced shoved him out into the hallway, shutting the door in his face. Dabi nuzzled into her neck, "Breathe."

Chise hadn't been aware she had been holding her breath. She slowly took deep breaths as her eyes returned to normal once more. His lips went up to her neck, "You were going to kill him, weren't you?"

"After what he pulled earlier," she looked at him, "Yes."

"He won't do it again," he kissed her temple, "Not after the way you treated him tonight."

He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't keep his hands off of her or his lips. While he wasn't opposed, he also wasn't used to not having his self control. His hands tore off the shorts that someone else had given her.

He wasted no time as he drug her to the edge of the bed, leaving her on her stomach. A moan escaped her when he plunged into her, grasping her hips. He had to have her, right now. Everything in his twisted mind needed her right here, in this moment as he pounded into her.

Chise whimpered breathlessly, gripping the cool sheets. It felt so good it was almost sinful, her release building. She would never have anyone but him. No one would be able to match what he did to her.

A moment later she was on her back, his lips devoured hers as he dove into her once more. Her back arched against him, sending him deeper, making him groan into her mouth. She always knew how to make him melt. Hell, she probably had no idea what she did to him, and he'd never tell. His mouth moved to her neck, where it claimed her sensitive skin. Chise wound her hands into his hair, gripping as he moved harder.
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Warm hands studied her tattoos as she laid on his chest, "Why did you get these?"

"To cover the scars."

"The same ones on your thighs," it was more of a statement that a question. She nodded quietly, "I know where every scar is on your body." His hand traced the faint one of her cheek.

"Home life was dangerous. When I wouldn't run the drugs, I got punished. At some point I began to hate my existence, thinking it would be quieter if I ended it all. Once I ran away, I decided to stay alive out of spite, but I hated the scars. So I got them covered."

"Are you glad they're dead?"

"Yes, I am." She leaned onto her elbow and looked at him, "They were horrible people who treated me like an object and business opportunity, nothing more. I never had a childhood. If they were still alive, they wouldn't blink an eye of I died."

He studied her for a long moment before pulling her back down. The sun would rise soon, meaning tonight they had a lot of work ahead of them. "Go to sleep."

Chise buried her face into his neck, her hand winding into his hair. Dabi laid there for a while, his mind reeling over their time of knowing one another. It had been just over a year since he had sauntered into that bar. His eyes grew heavy with her so close, causing him to fall into a deep slumber.