Dabi x Tomura stories

5. 🍋Mysterious Wishes🍋

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The silence of the hideout was suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos they usually reveled in. Tomura Shigaraki sat at the edge of his makeshift throne, fingers tapping idly against the armrest, lost in thought. The destruction he had planned for the world was on hold, and the inactivity gnawed at him like an insatiable parasite.

Dabi leaned against the doorframe of his room, watching Shigaraki with an unreadable expression. Boredom was a rare commodity for someone like him, but today, it clawed at his insides, demanding diversion. His eyes lingered on Shigaraki's form, a simmering frustration building within him. He needed something-anything-to break the monotony.

"Shigaraki," Dabi's voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. "Get in here."

Shigaraki looked up, brow furrowing slightly. "What do you want, Dabi?"

"Just get in here," Dabi repeated, this time more forceful, stepping aside to make way for Shigaraki.

Shigaraki hesitated, but curiosity and a touch of defiance won out. He pushed himself up from the throne and made his way over to Dabi, who grabbed him by the collar and yanked him into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

"What the hell, Dabi?" Shigaraki protested, trying to shake off the grip, but Dabi only tightened his hold, pulling Shigaraki closer until their faces were inches apart.

"Shut up," Dabi growled, his breath hot against Shigaraki's skin. "You think I don't know what you want? You've been eyeing me just as much as I've been eyeing you."

Shigaraki's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly masked it with a sneer. "And what if I have? What does that have to do with anything?"

Dabi released his collar, shoving him backward slightly, but not enough to escape. "You think we can keep pretending this isn't happening?"

Shigaraki took a step back, crossing his arms defensively. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Dabi stepped closer, crowding Shigaraki's personal space once again. "Oh, you do," he purred, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "You look at me like I look at you. Like you want to tear me apart and put me back together just so you can do it all over again."

Shigaraki's bravado faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "You're insane, Dabi. We're supposed to be focused on our plans, not... this."

Dabi chuckled darkly, reaching out to trace a finger along Shigaraki's jawline. "Our plans can wait. Right now, I need to relieve some tension."

Shigaraki swallowed hard, his resolve weakening under Dabi's intense gaze. "You're playing with fire, Dabi."

"Am I?" Dabi challenged, leaning in close enough that their lips almost brushed. "Or are you just afraid to admit what you really want?"

Shigaraki's breath hitched, anger flaring up within him. He grabbed Dabi by the shirt, pulling him even closer. "Fine. If you want to play that game, then let's see how much you can handle."

Dabi smirked, wrapping his arms around Shigaraki's neck and pulling him down for a rough kiss. It was devoid of tenderness, filled with raw aggression and pent-up frustration. Their lips clashed violently, teeth scraping against each other, tongues tangling in a battle of dominance.

Shigaraki's hands moved to Dabi's hips, gripping them tightly as he deepened the kiss, seeking to assert control. Dabi responded by biting down on Shigaraki's lower lip, causing him to groan in both pain and pleasure. They pulled away, panting heavily, eyes locked in a fierce stare-off.

"You like that, don't you?" Dabi taunted, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. "You like being reminded that I can hurt you just as easily as you can hurt me."

Shigaraki's eyes darkened with lust and anger. "Is that what this is about? You think hurting me will satisfy you?"

Dabi shrugged, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Maybe. Or maybe I just want to see how far we can push each other before one of us breaks."

Shigaraki's grip on Dabi's hips tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric of his pants. "Then let's find out. But don't expect me to go easy on you."

Dabi's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with dangerous anticipation. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

Without warning, Shigaraki shoved Dabi backward, sending him crashing into the bed. Dabi landed hard, but quickly recovered, sitting up and looking at Shigaraki with a challenging glint in his eyes.

"You're so eager to dominate, aren't you?" Dabi mused, stretching out on the bed like a cat ready to pounce. "But what if I told you I prefer to take control?"

Shigaraki climbed onto the bed, looming over Dabi, his movements predatory. "You can try," he said, his voice low and threatening. "But I won't let you win."

Dabi reached up, grabbing Shigaraki by the shoulders and pulling him down for another bruising kiss. This time, he didn't pull away, instead deepening the connection, exploring every inch of Shigaraki's mouth with his tongue.

Shigaraki growled into the kiss, his hands moving to Dabi's chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his fingertips. He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to Dabi's neck, nipping and licking his way down to the collarbone.

"Fuck," Dabi groaned, arching his back as Shigaraki's teeth scraped against his skin. "You like marking your territory, don't you?"

Shigaraki didn't respond, too focused on the taste of Dabi's skin, the roughness of his stubble against the tender flesh. He trailed his hands down Dabi's torso, undoing the buttons of his pants with expert precision.

Dabi's breath hitched as Shigaraki's hand slipped inside his pants, wrapping around his hardened length with practiced ease. "Goddamn, Shigaraki," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "Don't stop."

Shigaraki smirked against Dabi's skin, his hand moving with deliberate slowness. "Not planning on it," he whispered, punctuating each word with a bite to Dabi's shoulder.

Dabi's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping his lips. "You're going to make me come before I even get to return the favor," he complained, though there was no real heat in his words.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, picking up the pace, his strokes firm and relentless. "Then you better hurry up and figure out how to stop me."