Don't Judge a Book

nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful

"Demons can't do any healing rituals like angels can," Tomura sat down on the bed, staring down at Overhaul's scorched ass. Dabi came out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely around his waist and water dripping from his hair. "But I know a healing potion. It just takes a day to make." 

"You've got some leftover from a while ago," Dabi reminded. His hair lit up in blue flames momentarily. It worked faster than a hairdryer. Plus, let's face it, he is sexy when he is on fire and half-naked. 

"I'll check," Tomura got up and fumbled around in the bag Kurogiri dropped off for them. Sure enough, a small bottle was there. He rushed back over to the bed and poured some of it on Overhaul's ass. It worked almost immediately. He took off his glove and just using four of his fingers he rubbed the rest over the backs of Overhaul's legs. 

"I still can't believe you did it," Tomura shook his head. 

"I've done worse things," Dabi shrugged. 

Overhaul, with his new scar healed, got up and put on his clothes. "I'm going for a walk," he muttered, leaving the room. 

"Do you want u-" Tomura was cut off by the sound of the door slamming shut. "Damn, that's rude. Should we follow him?" he looked to Dabi for confirmation but the King of Hell just shook his head. 

"He has to ask us for help. If we do anything now he will feel even less worth." 

"I don't like it. I don't like not being able to do anything," Tomura frowned, plopping down on the bed. 

"Neither do I, but we have to be careful. It makes me angry just thinking about what could happen," Dabi growled, "but we could put him at further risk if we just rush in." 

...dubcon warning...

Overhaul walked to a few rooms next door. He knew Chrono was in here, just because of the number being something he totally would pick, and opened the door. It wasn't locked. Of course it wasn't locked. "You came," the fallen angel grinned. "I knew I could count on you." 

"What do you want from me?" Overhaul managed to keep his voice steady. "I'm not going to give it to you, whatever it is. I don't care if you tell them about what happened. They won't care. All three of us have some fucked up lives. I'm sure they have their own regrets too." He said this, but be couldn't bring himself to believe it 100%. It had taken him this long to even consider the notion of letting them find out. 

"Oh, you will though," Chrono continued to smile. "Because God gave me temporary powers with the strength of her sons. I'm sure you remember how badly beaten up Dabi was when he raided Heaven. You don't have a spare soul to heal him with, do you?" He stood up, walking towards Overhaul. Each step closer filled Overhaul with dread. 

He wasn't always like this. Did Overhaul's actions in the past make him like this? Guilt of a different type formed within him. This was his fault. He should take responsibility. He had to protect Dabi from the monster he created...even if it meant...

Overhaul placed his hand on the base of Chrono's neck and pushed him forward. Before their faces collided, he took off his facemask. This was what he was asking for. Overhaul could sense it. Chrono grinned into the kiss. 

"You started this," Chrono said. "Just remember that," he took off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. His blood-colored wings disappeared. He picked up Overhaul, throwing him onto the bed, stripping him of his clothing piece by piece. His eyes widened at the location of his tattoo. 

"He did this to you?" he sneered. "Just because he doesn't like angels? And here you are trying to protect trash like that?!" 

"I asked him to," Overhaul replied, little emotion in his voice. "Because I don't like you. Eventually, you'll get that through your thick skull. Need I remind you that you are the one that broke up with me? Why are you getting so attached now?" 

Chrono hovered over the newly made demon. He gripped the sheets tightly by his head and leaned closer to him. "I broke up with you because I wanted you to refuse and fight for me and you didn't. Now, here you are, fighting for two demons you hardly know. Why wasn't I good enough for you?" he clenched his jaw as his eyes watered with tears neither pure nor impure. They were caught somewhere in the middle. Overhaul doubted if he'd actually fallen from grace. 

"If you're going to fuck me," Overhaul lifted his arms above his head and looked at the wall to his right. "You're going to have to get a move on because I'm not going to stay here all night for your pathetic blackmail attempt and sob story." 

"It's not pathetic if it's working. You're here, aren't you? Instead of with those two. You're right here, with me," Chrono kissed Overhaul's chest. He shuddered, unable to hide his discomfort any further. Chrono ignored it, as he did with virtually everything. 

The more Chrono acted and moved, the more Overhaul's mind wandered. He tried to think of the past, when he actually enjoyed Chrono, when the two of them were happy together, but all he could think about was Dabi and Tomura and how disgusted they would be. Tomura hated his tattoo when he first saw it because of his possessive nature. He might end up hating Overhaul if he ever found out. Not that Tomura even liked him to begin with. This would be the perfect excuse to claim Dabi all for himself... 

Even though he loathed the idea of betraying his loved ones, Overhaul's body reacted on its own. Natural responses to becoming aroused, even if he wasn't sure he wanted to be aroused. Overhaul bit his lip, causing it to bleed, shocking himself so he'd focus on what was happening. Chrono's hands on him. The guilt inside and out. He shuddered with each noise that escaped, remembering a past where he sold himself like this all the time. Was this even worth the empty promise of Chrono's words? Bad guys never tell the truth, after all. 

When it was all over, he showered, got dressed, and left, forcing the memory to the side. His hand hovered over the doorknob to the motel room but ultimately he didn't open it. He sat outside, staring at the night sky, and silently wept. Maybe sleeping out here would be better than going back in there. Maybe he should just run away altogether and never look back. It's not like he would die...he could see them again eventually. Just not tonight...or even a few years in the future...