Don't Judge a Book

and his law doth he meditate day and night

"Is he dead?" was the first thing Tomura asked after the two explained everything that had happened. 

"I just said that we killed him," Dabi rolled his eyes. 

"So, he is dead." 

"Are you listening to me right now?" Dabi shook his head and placed his palm on his face. 

"I just..." Tomura crossed his arms and turned his head away from the two of them. He lifted his legs onto the bed and crisscrossed those too. "I would understand, I suppose, if Dabi did something like this. He does shit all the time. I didn't expect you to. I guess," Tomura paused to ruffle his own hair. He looked at the ground now. "I guess I just expected that you wouldn't try to leave like Dabi does. Is it me? Am I a jinx or something? How awful of an individual am I that everyone tries to run away?" 

Instead of being angry, like Overhaul expected him to be, or even the slightest bit jealous... Tomura just found a way to blame himself. Overhaul must be attracted to self-loathing individuals. Were all demons just bundles of self-hate masochists?  

"I know I'm not that attractive. There isn't anything about me that's worth having around and I would completely understand even if you had betrayed me because you wanted to. Not that you did this time... but that doesn't mean it won't happen. Maybe we should just en-" 

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Dabi pounced and glomped Tomura, forcing the two to lie down on the bed. "No one is breaking up with anyone here. Not allowed. Not happening. We're gonna get through this shit and you're not going to spew any more of that self-hate bullshit anymore." 

"For someone that wasn't sure what he felt about me, you're saying some pretty bold things..." Tomura replied, not quite believing Dabi's words. 

"Are you two really okay with this?" Overhaul held his arms, giving himself a sort of hug. 

"Get over here you asshole," Dabi gestured. 

"But I-" 

"I said get over here! No excuses." 

Overhaul reluctantly climbed onto the bed and laid down, not making an effort to join the cuddle situation happening. Tomura grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. It was all he could do considering Dabi was clinging to him like a koala. "I'm not really expecting you to remain faithful or anything since I'm not really good boyfriend material but at least trust us a bit mor-" He was cut off by Dabi's hand on his mouth. 

"I told you no more self-hate!" he frowned. Tomura licked his palm. "What the fuck?!" Dabi removed his hand and wiped his palm on Tomura's shirt. Tomura retaliated by grabbing Dabi's hand and biting the side. 

"Is it even legal for your teeth to be this sharp?" Dabi winced. Tomura bit down more. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry already, please release my hand from captivity." He bit down even further. "What the fuck do you want me to say? Let my fingers go? Am I Moses?" Tomura laughed at that which released Dabi's hand. 

"You're only Moses if you part my legs like the red sea," Tomura barely stopped snickering enough to say the line. 

"I'll accept my switch status," Dabi moved his hand down to Tomura's inner thigh. 

"I didn't mean it seriously!" Tomura squirmed trying to get out of Dabi's grasp. 

Overhaul watched this whole scenario, dumbfounded that everything was practically back to normal. It's as if the two were simply ignoring what happened. Overhaul didn't know what the best way to react to this was. Should he be relieved? Or concerned? 

"Ow!" Dabi whined. Tomura had ended up kicking him off the bed. How he managed to do that was beyond Overhaul, and he'd watched the whole thing take place. 

Tomura scooted across the bed to get to Overhaul and kicked him off the bed too. The difference here was that Tomura fell with him, and landed right on top. He hovered over the newly made demon. His leg in-between Overhaul's. His knee pressed against his crotch. His eyes narrowed and slightly cold. His anger and jealousy must be kicking in. Overhaul shivered. 

"Where did he touch you?" Tomura's hands were gloved, thankfully, and he pressed one of them on the center of Overhaul's chest... right above where his demon mark was. The proof he had no soul and that he'd once been human. 

"Is this something I have to answer? I'd rather forget about the whole thing entirely..." Overhaul confessed. 

"If you don't tell me, I'll just have to touch you everywhere," Tomura moved his hand underneath Overhaul's shirt. 

"W-wait a second!" Overhaul tried his best to stop him before he saw but he was too late. There were marks all over his torso, his back too, and even some over the scar on his ass. He'd never gotten around to hiding them all and felt even worse seeing Tomura's reaction to the ones on his chest alone. 

"That fucking bitch," Tomura's voice was loud enough to be heard but quiet enough to be unsettling. 

Dabi (who'd been quietly lying down on the other side of the bed because he was too lazy to get up off of his ass) finally stood up and walked around to the other side. He then proceeded to help Tomura remove Overhaul's clothes piece by piece. Overhaul sat up, scooting away, hugging his knees, not wanting them to look at him anymore. Dabi walked behind him and sat down, wrapping his arms around his torso. Tomura grabbed his knees, his strength forcing Overhaul to let go of them. 

"If you'd just given me a few more minutes they would've healed without you seeing them," Overhaul apologetically confessed. 

"Are you really turned on right now or is this my imagination?" Tomura opened Overhaul's legs wider and placed his gloved hand on his dick. 

"What he means to say is," Dabi whispered into Overhaul's ear. His forked tongue grazing the edge, tickling him. "If you're uncomfortable because you haven't gotten over what happened since it was traumatic and all, chapstick and I can stop right here and leave our steamy anger sex for the two of us. You don't have to be involved but I can't guarantee it won't happen. Talking about our feelings hasn't worked in the past but angry demon fucks are quite entertaining." 

Tomura laid down on his stomach, grabbing Overhauls' dick in both of his hands. He stuck out his tongue, barely brushing against the skin, "The bathroom probably has thick enough walls. You can hide in there while aloe vera and I do our thing." 

Overhaul shook his head. "Why are you refusing? Does it make you uncomfortable? Unsettled? Thinking we might do something without you?" Dabi held Overhaul closer. "We're all in a relationship, why should it bother you if chapstick and I have a night to ourselves?" 

"You'll have to tell us what you want to do... we can't read minds," Tomura licked his lips. 

"I..." Overhaul was unable to hold back his emotions any further and they all poured out at once. A steady stream pooled from his eyes. "Please make me forget what happened." 

"Hm? What was that? You still have your face mask on. I can't hear you," Tomura brought his hand to his ear. "Can you repeat that?" 

Dabi moved his hand up and took off Overhaul's mask. "Please fuck me," Overhaul said, louder this time. 

"With pleasure," Tomura and Dabi said in unison.