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“Shouto, Shouto, Shouto..” Dabi clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he thrusted his hips against his mouth again, a tight grip on the bicoloured hair with his right hand, a few strands poking through his fingers. “Haven’t you learnt it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?” Shouto’s muffled voice cried against Dabi’s cock as he looked up at him with tear filled eyes and stained cheeks. His hands gripped tightly on Dabi’s thighs as he tried to push himself off, struggling to breathe through his nose.A low chuckle rumbled from the older male as he looked down at him, pulling back slowly, only to slam his hips against him again, as Shouto’s throat tightened around his cock, almost on instinct. “Fuck– you’re gonna make me cum so soon.” He grunted, his other hand moving to Shouto’s cheek and brushed his thumb against it gently. “There, there, don’t cry.” He spoke, his tone clearly in fake pity as he collected the droplets on his finger and swiped it across his tongue. Dabi moved his hips slowly, fucking into Shouto’s mouth, his cock twitching by the gagging and choking sounds from him. With a final thrust he buried his cock deep down his throat, Dabi’s finger pressing against his neck to feel the outline of his cock and let out a grunt as he released. The literally hot liquid shot down Shouto’s throat without warning and he coughed again, swallowing. He let out another strained sob, shutting his eyes tight. When Dabi finally backed off his hand immediately went to his throat and coughed harshly, finally letting in staggered breaths as he doubled over, fingertips digging into the dirty concrete in the alley. Shouto barely had any time to recover, as Dabi grabbed him by his hair once more and pulled him up to stand. He let out a pained yelp as he was flipped over, Shouto’s hair being grabbed and pulled back, a hot sensation running through his lower half. Fuck. Dabi burnt his pants off. “No- you already came! Please, Touya!” He cried, feeling the tip of his cock line up against his hole, pressing against it. “So?” Dabi chuckled, and gripped both of Shouto’s wrists, pulling him back as the entire length of his cock rammed into Shouto – who let out a loud, strained cry. Dabi didn’t let Shouto get adjusted, as he began to thrust into him deeply – a steady, hard rhythm that left the younger gasping and panting for air, his hole clenching around Dabi’s cock. Dabi muttered profanities as his grip tightened on Shouto’s arms, surely leaving a bruise. He leaned in, his tongue grazing over the small bump against Shouto’s neck, licking at the spot and pressed a gentle kiss on it. His lips moved to the shell of Shouto’s ear. “I’m close.” He whispered gruffly, his hot breath against his younger brother’s ear. He was so fucking close to shooting his load inside of him, when they were rudely interrupted by quick, heavy steps. Another lowlife villain stumbled his way into the alley, tightly grasping a duffel bag with jewels and money spilling out occasionally. Before Dabi could even disintegrate him, the villain raced past them, shoving Dabi aside – making his cock get buried deeper into Shouto, who let out a groan. “Asshole.. Ugh, I’ll deal with that later.” He muttered and pulled back, slamming into Shouto a few more times, before finally releasing. Shouto gasped as he furrowed his eyebrows, his body visibly trembling, feeling his insides coated with the thick substance. His own shot out as well, painting the dirty alley wall. He coughed, opening his eyes slowly as he dropped to his knees once Dabi had let go of him, resting his forehead against the wall. “Well, this little reunion was nice.” Dabi pulled up his pants. “Tell daddy I said hi.” He hummed and kicked him aside and walked off. The next day would be like any other; Dabi would wake up in his shitty ass apartment, get a burger, cause some havoc, fuck someone, get another burger, and then go back to his shitty ass apartment. At least, that’s what he thought. When his eyes opened, he was in a completely different setting. The place was bright, and the ceiling was clean. He sat up almost immediately, looking around frantically. The pain he felt was different – it wasn’t the feeling of needles sticking into his skin, it was more of… an aching muscle pain. Nothing he couldn’t handle though. He groaned, rubbing his face and yawned, running a hand through his– unusually soft hair. “The hell..” He muttered and took one more glance at the room. Ah shit. He recognized it. The traditional Japanese-style house. The Todoroki household. How the fuck was he here? He looked down, what the fuck? His arms weren’t stapled with burnt flesh? He got off the bed quickly, rushing towards the mirror. “No fucking way.” He whispered. Staring back at him was not his reflection, but it was his younger brother’s, Shouto. He bolted out of the room, towards the kitchen where he was greeted by his younger sister that was making breakfast. He narrowed his eyes at her and ran off, fleeing from the torture house itself. He had to find Shouto, who was probably prancing around in his body, willingly giving himself to the cops – in more ways than one. Not caring that he was still in those ugly fucking pajamas Shouto had worn before bed, he ran. He ran around the city, looking for his body that could be walking around in broad daylight, or lurking in the darkness. “Touya..” When Dabi heard his name in his own voice, he stopped. His head turned to the entrance of the alley, he saw himself – slowly strolling out of the shadows, eyes meeting him. Shouto shifted in his sleep, the sudden uncomfortable feeling made him wake up. He grimaced at the feeling of crusty sheets on top of him, kicking it off immediately. He slowly sat up and tossed his legs over the side of the bed and blinked harshly as he looked down, only to immediately stand up as he saw his skin. Skin that he immediately recognized as Touya’s. He rushed over to the cracked mirror, looking at himself and jumped slightly, almost scaring himself at the view. “How.. did this happen..” Shouto whispered in pure disbelief as he looked at himself in the mirror, then down at his body. Giving into the temptations, he yanked out one of the staples then bit back a groan, tossing the tiny metal away. He looked around the room. It was crappy, for sure. Something he’d imagine a villain would reside in. He patted himself down, feeling something in his pocket and got it out. “Of course..” He whispered, staring at the syringe, containing the quirk cancelling liquid. Similar to the one Touya had used the day before. Shouto absentmindedly rubbed a spot on the side of his neck at the memory of where the needle was stuck into. His eyebrows knitted together in thought as he slowly put the syringe back in his pocket and walked out, looking around. He wasn’t familiar with this place at all, he didn’t know how far away, or how close to the city he was. Once he navigated himself to the exit, he cautiously looked around. That was when he familiarized himself. He wasn’t too far away. Good. Shouto was about to step out onto the pavement, when he realized… he wasn’t himself. He was Dabi. So he couldn’t just walk around like normal. So he stayed lurking in the shadows to move around. How exhausting. Shouto thought for a moment, he could easily turn himself over to the police, by the time the two switched back, Dabi would have been in jail. He could do that…it would have been the heroic thing to do. But at the moment, he wasn’t feeling very heroic at all. He felt vengeful. He kept walking, going through alley after alley, until he finally spotted the two-toned hair ruffling in the wind. “Touya..” Shouto saw his body stop, as he, in Dabi’s, approached him when his head turned. Dabi glanced up and down at his body. “Huh, so that’s how I look.” He commented and raised an eyebrow, approaching him slowly. “Well, Sho? What are you going to do, turn me over to the cops?” He asked, his tone hinting annoyance. The younger one didn't respond. He moved closer, and before Dabi could react, Shouto grasped a handful of his own hair tightly, yanking Dabi forward, to the darker area of the alley. His other hand swiftly moved into his pockets and grabbed the needle, jamming it into his thigh and pushed in the quirk cancelling liquid. The fire in Dabi’s hand hissed, the frosted fingers slowly melted as the quirk stopped its activation. “Ow! Fuck, you son of a bitch!” Dabi hissed as Shouto shoved him back against the wall. Slender fingers cupped the face of Shouto’s vessel tightly, as Shouto stepped closer, squeezing his cheeks. “Touya, Touya, Touya..” Shouto tutted disapprovingly, in the same intonation his brother had spoken in the day before. “What’s the matter?” He asked, looking down at him with hooded eyes as the corner of his mouth quirked up.Dabi narrowed his eyes and looked at his own body, turquoise eyes not gazing away. He felt the seductive yet mocking undertone in Shouto’s voice. “What the fuck are you trying, huh?” He scoffed.Shouto tilted his head up as his forearm pressed against Dabi’s chest, pushing him more against the wall. “The same thing you tried yesterday.” He forced his knee between the other’s legs, pressing it against his cock. It was weird, seeing his own face in front of him, pressing his knee against his own cock. But fuck, he was going to fucking enjoy it. The other sucked in a sharp breath as he tried to escape his grip. “Fuck off.” He grunted, though it sounded more lewd than intended. Shouto slipped his free hand around Dabi’s waist, into his pants and roughly grabbed his ass, digging his nails in the cheek. “Fuck.” Dabi gasped, his eyes widening slightly as his back subconsciously arched. Absolutely fucking not. He wasn’t taking shit in the ass. And Shouto could– his thoughts stopped when he felt his own slender fingers poke at his hole. “Don’t you–nngh!” As a finger was shoved in, Dabi arched his body into Shouto’s chest, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows. Shouto chuckled softly at the response he got, moving his finger slightly. “Why are you acting like that? Like you’ve never been..” Shouto trailed off, widening his eyes and let out a surprised laugh.In Dabi’s eyes, seeing the way Shouto laughed with HIS fucking face with a psychotic ass expression, it was surreal. “Don’t tell me you’ve never gotten fucked before?” The younger asked as he shoved his finger deeper, pressing against the spot that made Dabi clench around him. “Well, I'll be happy to be your first, big brother.” Shouto sneered, adding another finger, pumping them in and out. A whimper was ripped from Dabi’s throat as he shut his eyes and leaned his head forward, bucking his hips again. “You fucker–” He grunted out, shoving Shouto harshly, but it was like he expected it, because he didn’t budge. When Shouto added another finger and curled them, Dabi visibly trembled, his breath hitching in his throat, tightening again around the intrusion. The feeling had gotten worse– or better? He didn’t WANT it to be better. Shouto brushed against the spot again and it made Dabi’s body stiffen as another moan left his lips. When Shouto decided he was loose enough, he pulled his fingers out. Whether Dabi liked it or not, he let out a whine from the sudden emptiness. Shouto was about to burn off his clothes. But he wasn’t cruel, at the end of the day it was still his body that had to go back home. He wasn’t going to be humiliated again.Instead, he pulled the fabric off, unbuttoning the shirt, and yanked down the pants. Shouto never wore underwear when he wore pajamas. Which left some questionable thoughts in his classmates' heads when they tried to prank him during a few sleepovers. Shouto lifted him up, hooking his knees with his elbows in a mating press, forcing Dabi’s knees close to his chest. The tip of his cock pressed against his hole, making the older whine softly and suck in a sharp breath. “Touya..” Shouto whispered, breath hot against his ear – it made Dabi’s cheeks flush, whether he wanted to or not. “I’m going to fuck you now.” Slowly, the crown of his cock pushed into Dabi’s already wet hole. He let out a low grunt, leaning into him as he pushed in more and more. Dabi gasped, his grip on Shouto’s shoulders tightened as he held back the urge to buck his hips. He felt it. Jacob's ladder piercing rubbing against his walls with the slow movement. It made his eyes roll back. He bit his bottom lip from trembling as he felt the tip of his cock gently brushing against his prostate, his body threatening to flinch. “Fuck.” He finally breathed out. The second he was able to catch his breath, Shouto pulled back and slammed into him again, a surprised cry leaving his lips as he clung to Shouto tightly. And Shouto did it again. And again. And again. Each thrust had gotten harder than the last. And Dabi was seeing fucking stars. A strained groan escaped Shouto’s lips as his nose brushed against his brother’s cheek, looking at the bicoloured eyes of his own. “Is this how good I feel around your cock? No wonder you’re so obsessed with me..” He grinned at the lewd expression on his own face. Eyes glossed with tears, lips parted, and drooling running down his chin. A face that if he practiced in the mirror, wouldn’t even be perfected. Would it be narcissistic to kiss himself at this point? It was his brother in his body.. But it was his face.. Fuck it. He bucked his hips against him again and pressed their lips together in a fervent kiss, moaning softly at the softness as his hips thrusted in a steady pace. Dabi whined out, muffled by the kiss as his hands moved to the nape of Shouto’s neck, needily kissing him back as his walls clenched around his cock.The kiss got messier, and Shouto fucked into his own body harder. Pounding into Dabi as his hands pressed against his legs tighter. His lips pulled away from Dabi and he looked down, watching Dabi’s cock enter his own hole. “My cock is so big, Touya.. fucking into you so deeply..” “Tha– that’s my cock- you fucking asshole..” Dabi grunted as his body clenched again, tightening around his cock as he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He was so fucking close. “Whatever.” He rolled his hips against him again, the tip pressing against that spot. Dabi gasped, his toes curled and he leaned his head back. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” Dabi whispered almost breathlessly. Shouto slipped his hand up to his own hair, grabbing a handful of the red and white, yanking his head down to watch. “Watch me fuck you, Touya. Don’t be rude. Watch me fill you with cum, like the whore you are.” Dabi tightened again, letting out another desperate whine. He couldn’t handle it. He needed to cum. He wasn’t going anywhere with blue balls. “Fuck- just make me cum!” He gasped and his eyes focused on the movements. His own cock disappeared inside of him and reappeared. He was close. He was so fucking close to cumming. Shouto’s moaning against him didn’t help, and he felt the twitch of his cock. With one last forceful thrust, Shouto buried his cock inside of him and released, panting heavily for air as he dug his nails into his skin. Dabi’s mind went blank as he came, the hot liquid hitting his chin, gasping for breath. He leaned his head back against the wall, shutting his eyes tightly. Shouto pulled out slowly, cum leaking out of Dabi’s ass and dripped onto the already dirty shoes. “God.. you look like such a slut.” He hummed, glancing down and then looked back at the expression on his face. “I see the appeal.” “Jackass..” Dabi breathed out and then moved his legs – well, as much as he could, from the position he was in. Shouto set him down slowly, Dabi holding onto his arm as his knees buckled. “Wasn’t this a nice reunion?” He raised an eyebrow and grabbed Dabi’s face, tilting his head up. He swiped the cum off his chin with his thumb and shoved it in Dabi’s mouth.Dabi looked up at him and glared, cleaning off his own finger with his tongue and then pulled away roughly, a soft ‘tch’ leaving his lips. “I’ll fucking kill you, one of these days, Shouto Todoroki.” He gathered his clothes, pulled it on and began limping away. “Just wait until I get out of this shitty body.” “Tell daddy I said hi.”