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Life can be so dull in prison. That is the point of it. He is to sit in this one spot, day in and day out, contemplating his crimes. Time out and away from others, to deprive Touya of the glorious opportunity to burn, kill, maim or tease dramatically.
His wounds fester.
Touya is done and bored with thinking about his crimes - his life as Dabi - after his first three days here. He knows intimately that his actions caused waves of destruction. Touya damaged his father, traumatized his sweet younger brother, gave his mother and his sister and the almost always forgotten Natsuo more scars in the family web of pain.
In the path of his destruction, many people lost their lives to his flames. He stopped counting after the third person burnt to an unidentifiable crisp.
Hurt people hurt people. It's life - those victims are not so innocent. They should've got out of his way.
Better luck in the next life, is all Touya can say. It is the only wish he has for himself too. To be rebirthed in a life opposite from this one, a childhood of joy and achievable dreams.
Of course, his wish is not mirrored by darling Shouto. Shouto never learns his lesson, his goals unwavering despite heading a literal war in his naive youth. Shouto believes all mountains are worth climbing, that all peaks can be reached. Hero-hearted friends twisted him away from daddy's clutches, letting Shouto bloom under a good light.
Deku's miraculous win against Shigaraki leeched away the poison infecting society. Now the philosophy decrees that anyone can be saved, and Shouto is a faithful disciple.
Stupid idiot brother.
"Hello, Touya."
Shouto stands in the private prison room. A thick clear barrier separates the sterile steel room in two. It's Dabi's cell, Touya's living quarters with an 'observation' section. Shouto visits often and has established a little ritual when he shows up. Shouto is never empty handed. He opens the dropshoot that allows goods to be passed into Touya's cells and places a small box -unwrapped and visibly inspected by the wardens - inside, carefully passing it through the barrier. Touya picks the box up and takes a deep breath. A mouth watering smell never fails to slap Touya's nose with Sunday morning nostalgia. Mother's cookies.
Touya happily munches on the snack, the crisp chunks thick and nearly burnt and so, so sweet.
Still chewing, Touya watches as a new visitor steps in front of the glass partition to join Shouto.
Touya raises an eyebrow, curious. He remembers the little rabbit - a fierce boy who fucked up so much for the villain world. Famous Deku is close enough that if the glass disappears, Touya could stretch his arm out and take.
"Woof." Touya grins, shifting into his dramatic alter-ego. Wearing Dabi's skin feels a little like the hero costume that Touya never got to show off. A persona to drape over his skin, a shield against the uncaring world and expectations. As Dabi, his body language is looser, more relaxed and Dabi saunters about the cell until he can rest his elbow on the glass and loom down at the meal in front of him. "What a cute bunny. Growing up, huh?"
"Hi, Todoroki-san" Deku smiles brightly and actually bows politely to the criminal. "Nice to see you again. I hope you don't mind me coming to visit?"
"Call me Dabi," he purrs. "Welcome, Deku. I'd offer you a drink but hospitality is not a strong skillset of the jailers."
Shouto barely blinks. "How are your accommodations?"
"Spectacular, little brother. The only thing I miss is some company... but that is why you're here, isn't it?"
"Yes." Shouto confirms. "For the most part. Midoriya wants to make sure that you are being treated humanely."
Dabi scoffs. "Oh, lucky me - a hero of such great estime looking after me like this. Are you doing the check up for all the high profile criminals? Tell me, how is dear Toga?"
"No one told you?" Deku winces and rubs the back of his head in distress. "Oh, I'm so sorry Dabi. She didn't survive the war - Ochako tried so hard but..."
Touya's hand presses hard against his sternum, stopping the bleeding ache of his heart. Only the lack of a gunshot sound keeps him from wondering if a real bullet hasn't torn into his flesh, the pain immediately and all consuming. Toga - Toga. Young, idealistic - a girl searching for love and acceptance, dead.
Worse is the sincerity on Deku's face. Like he knows, like he could mourn murderous and misunderstood Toga.
Dabi wants to melt the glass down, he wants to slam his body bloody against the cell and tear out the eyes watching. Touya is never alone, cameras monitoring his every breakdown - but he doesn't want them to see him choke down the grief. He doesn't want dear Shouto to see him. He doesn't want pity.
"I'm sorry for your loss." Deku says earnestly, his own eyes welling with the tears Touya's burnt eye ducts can't create. "She didn't deserve death."
"Everyone dies." Dabi wrestles back control, teeth aching in his clenched jaw. "You know that as well as I do, killer."
Deku's whole body flinches.
"Touya..." Shouto says softly. "Please don't."
Dabi stretches casually away from the glass and stays focused on his little brother. Shouto is tall and lanky. Handsome, even with his scar - or probably because of his scar. Dabi is very sad that none of his flames left a permanent mark on Shouto's skin - it's unfair that only mother gets to leave a sign of her inner turmoil on Shouto's pretty face.
His other visiter has more scars than Dabi can count. Deku is scarred like crazy, his skin pinched and tight in a mesmerizing pattern - damage done. Cute, not handsome. Adorable the way he stares at everything with calculating big eyes.
"I don't want to talk about death." Dabi says suddenly. "Prison is boring. Give me gossip or get out."
Deku nods and relaxes his jaw. "I know you are kept separate from the other prisoners - are you provided with any entertainment or time outside?"
"Huh, you really are checking in on the conditions." Dabi waves his hand expensively to the bare room around them. He has his cot, his toilet and sink and a small desk with a chair to eat at. "What you see is what I get. Last time they gave me a book, I used the pages to set off a beautiful fire and they got a little grumpy with me."
"Your quirk shouldn't work in here," Shouto's blank expression wavers a bit at the bark of laughter Dabi lets free.
"It doesn't! But normal physics apply. Friction will always make heat, right Deku?"
Deku and Shouto share a look indecipherable to Dabi. Dabi lets the silence simmer. Those two are trouble - but not for him.
"Do you understand, Deku? Why I asked you to come with me to visit Touya?" Shouto doesn't try to make his words private. He stares right at Dabi when he speaks, something burning in his gaze. A fury for once not directed at Dabi.
Deku is watching him too - and he feels suddenly like a caged lion at the zoo. Dabi wonders if he roars how long it will take for the guards to come.
"Yes... you are right. We can't let this situation continue as it is. Let's do it."
Shouto hesitates. "Are you sure? Your plan..."
"I have to try."
"A plan? Sounds nefarious." Dabi grins and eats another of his mother's cookies in big rude bites. "What are you two heroes plotting?"
"Touya, we want to help you. Father... I understand your perspective on him. However, Midoriya helped me overcome my bitterness. It is worth listening to him while I distract the guards."
Dabi scrunches up his face in confusion, the scars tight and ichy. "What -"
Deku steps forward as soon as Shouto closes the heavy door locking them in. "I don't like speaking through the screen so I'm going to come into your side. Please do not attempt to escape - it won't be successful."
"How are you going to manage that?" Dabi blinks blankly in confusion.
A confusion that morphs into full fledged bafflement when Deku takes out the key for the reinforced glass door and unlocks it. Deku waits for Dabi to try to make a move but Dabi's brain is sending a busy signal trying to cope with seeing his cell opened unexpectedly by none other than savior of the world Deku.
"What the fuck?"
Deku rubs the back of his head, abashed and not-so-innocent. Fully on Dabi's side, Deku closes the door and tucks away the key. "Well - Shouto talks about your visits a lot. And you seem, I mean - it sounds like there is a part of you still waiting to be saved. Touya Todoroki. But being locked away..."
"For murder and arson." Dabi points out. His feet are cemented in place as he stares at the invasion of his territory. "Judges don't take those crimes lightly."
"Yes," Deku's spine straightens even as his smile grows tight. "Crimes you committed. The victims deserve justice. But you're a victim too. I want to do whatever I can to help."
Ah. Fucking heroes.
"You want to save me." Dabi says lightly. His legs are like lead as he closes the distance between himself and Deku. "Poor son of Endeavor. The tortured one, the crazy one - the first victim."
"I hate seeing people suffer." Deku doesn't flinch. "Not when I can help."
"How can you help? I have twenty more years behind bars."
"Twenty years to try to recover."
Dabi sighs and swings past the hero to lounge on his cot. "Why? Not that this conversation isn't the most fun I've had in weeks, I don't see the point. I will rot in here."
"If you stop burning things, you could read or write. There are prison support systems for rehabilitation, counseling sessions, group therapy -"
Dabi groans loudly and dramatically. "Good grief. Now this conversation is boring. I have no desire to chit chat about feelings and or trauma. You want to know what I need - what I crave?"
"Tell me."
"Entertainment." Dabi's smile shifts. Dark and obscene, he takes his fill of Deku's body, blatantly checking him out. "Companionship. I'm so lonely, sweetheart. There is no one to love me."
Deku goes pink. "Huh?!"
Dabi stretches and spreads his legs, one hand casually splaying over his lower pelvis. The prison garb is loose comfortable pants that if Dabi moves a certain way leaves nothing to the imagination. He refuses to wear the torture they consider underwear in this place, his cock and balls hate being caged almost as much as Touya does. The plain matching shirt lifts up as he reclines, clinging to his biceps and chest.
Deku's big eyes fire up a hunger, a bit of Dabi that's starving for attention in his prison.
"I should be eligible for conjugal visits, Deku. Would you be the one willing to help me?"
Deku full on squeaks. Fingers twitch, smoothing down his clothes and hair nervously. Deku blushes bright enough it makes Dabi want to bully him.
"Are you... are you serious?! We can't- the cameras!" Deku slaps his own cheeks cutely.
"Just deal with the video the same way you got that key." Dabi grins and rubs the tip of his cock through his pants. "This is your chance, Deku. Come show me the good side."
Dabi gasps in delight as he realizes Deku is considering it. The poor hero looks dazed, his mouth nearly watering. There is a fresh sheen of sweat on Deku's brow visible under the lights. The last hesitation washes away grudgingly with a final look at the heavy door blocking the exit.
"Okay." Deku swallows and loosens his collar. "Okay - I'll do it."
Dabi smirks.
The cot sinks. Deku's weight settles on Dabi's lower legs, the space too cramped but there's a deep pleasure to it, to the closeness. Only doctors touch him, focused on his ghastly wounds - but Deku doesn't think twice about it, he goes straight for the bulge between Dabi's spread legs.
"Eager," says Dabi, trying to pretend that he isn't slowly consumed by desire. "Go on - I'm at your mercy."
"Okay - okay, can I just," both hands hover over Dabi's waistband until Dabi lifts his hips and forces the first contact. Deku whines, his plush lip worried by his teeth and his hands spasming on Dabi's crotch. "Oh, oh my -"
"Keep going, almost there," teases Dabi.
Deku tugs his pants quickly, showing his natural strength as the cheap fabric almost rips right off. Dabi's thin skin and sensitive scars are bared to Deku, laid out for him to take and touch. To save Dabi - to save Touya by giving him a little trip to heaven.
Hands settle soft and sweet on Dabi's body. Dabi tenses to hold back his shudder. Blood travels south leaving him lightheaded on the bed. Deku stops paying attention to anything other than the dick in his hands, intrigued as he runs his palms over the hard flesh, collecting pre and playing with soft fingers over the crown, rolling his foreskin down. Within what feels like seconds, Dabi is at total hardness, his balls swollen and full.
When was the last time Dabi touched his cock? When was the last time someone else did?
"Shit," Dabi curses. "Can you make it wetter?"
Deku spits right on his cock. No hesitation, no delay - simply finding the perfect, quickest solution to Dabi's request. Rough hands smooth the cool wet mess, coating him from base to tip in a steady stroke. Dabi jerks at the sensation, his body temperature skyrocketing at the almost awed way Deku interacts with his cock.
"Wow - I mean, the heat of your skin is amazing. Dabi's cock can barely fit in my hands, how am I going to get it all the way in my mouth?"
"I'll help, sweetheart. Open wide."
Dabi grabs his cock at the base with one hand, the other lost to Deku's curls. Deku eagerly parts his lips when Dabi leads him to his cockhead and it's a sight to see. Powerful Deku, contorted on Dabi's prison bed and ready to suck cock for a criminal.
It is stunning the shock of pleasure that the little red and wet tongue can bring as Deku works. He is methodical, licking all around the crown and dipping inside Dabi's urethra fearlessly. The taste must be good because Deku moans and does it again and again until spit drips to the white curls of Dabi's pubic hair. Deku follows the wet rivers with his lips, kissing his shaft and resting the baby smooth freckled cheeks against it.
"Cockslut," groans Dabi, his amusement offset by how wildly turned on it makes him. "How many dicks would you suck to save the world?"
Red to the tips of his ears, pre-cum drying on his lips makes it hard for Deku to deny his nature. "Is it helping?"
"So much, sweetheart. You're doing so good for me - but I really need you to open up and suck my cock properly. My savior - make my day."
"Yes - yes," and Deku does continue to mumble something else but his words are garbled and lost around the cock shoved an inch in his mouth. Dabi curls his toes at the wiggling tongue and firm lips, the heat of Deku's mouth cold on Dabi's burning skin.
And then Deku starts sucking. The welcoming opening of his mouth tightens, Deku's cheeks sinking in as he increases the pressure. Dabi grits his teeth on a whimper, his back arching. Deku lets him writhe on the cot, taking the few extra inches that Dabi's inadvertant thrusting gives him. Deku bobs his head, a little bit first. The next downward movement of his mouth takes more, more and more cock fed into his hungry mouth.
"Fuck," Dabi tugs on Deku's hair, both hands grappling at his scalp. "Fuck, bunny - your mouth. S'that your true quirk, sweetheart - suck a man's soul through his dick? Perfect, good boy - such a good boy. Take it, suck me."
The wet noises are sloppy and obscene. Deku moans like a whore, like he loves taking Dabi's cock into his mouth over and over again. The vibrations has Dabi hissing, his swollen balls twitching in a building, aching want.
Instincts take over. Dabi starts to thrust brutally hard, the first one causing Deku to gag and struggle. Dabi keeps up the pace, his hips slamming up into Deku's mouth. His cock slides in and out, deliciously wet from Deku's gaging cries.
Not loud cries - no, not loud at all. Deku's tears stream over his cheeks, his eyes wide and dark. The noises he makes hitch higher and higher, nothing more than constant moaning that morphs into hiccups as Dabi uses him for gratification. Fingernails sting sharp cuts in Dabi's hips, Deku clinging to his skin like a lifeline. The thrusts up shake the cot, his ears filled with the cacophony of fucking Deku's face - wet, skin, gags, moans and all.
"Hah, oh fuck - my hero. Listen to yourself, listen to the sounds your slutty mouth makes as I fuck you. Shit - I can't wait to split you open on my cock, ram myself into your tight asshole. You're gagging for it, gagging on my cock and wishing I was ploughing your ass instead. Does it feel good, sweetheart? My cock in your throat?"
Deku puts up no resistance. In fact, he goes limp. Dabi hisses and tugs Deku off his cock, hastily checking that the hero is still breathing.
Holding Deku by the fringe, Dabi's dread dies in a bright firework of lust.
Dazed and cock-drunk eyes blink lazily, Deku tilting his head down and mouth all but begging for the return of Dabi's cock to suffocate him again. "Why - why'd you stop?" Deku croaks, ruined. "Wanna taste you - want your cum. Please Touya, more."
"Fuck," Dabi grunts and swears viciously in a row when Deku's mouth closes in around him again.
Dabi snaps his hips up, doing into Deku's throat and deeper. Deku's nose brushes his pubes and Dabi grinds in, forcing Deku to stay there as ripples of pleasures eat at Dabi's frayed nerves. He fucks, chasing the high right there, right in that spot - his cock in Deku's mouth, his full balls tightening and preparing to release. Deku lips work his base and that's enough, that's the line crossed.
Stars blank out Dabi's vision when the first spurt of cum shoots deep in Deku's throat directly to his stomach. The muscle groups all across his body tense and relax at once, his system limp and loose - satisfied.
Deku detaches himself and sends an aftershock of oversensitivity Touya's way. He rubs his wet face, roughly cleaning up the spit on his cheeks and chin. Touya watches with half-lidded eyes, his spent cock softening on his stomach.
"You okay there, champ?" Touya asks.
Deku startles at the question, his big eyes blown wide in arousal. The bulge at his crotch is unmistakable. "I'm - I'm fine! That was - oh gosh. Was that okay for you?
"Mhm, that's like asking if Endeavor likes being number one." Touya lazily tosses an arm over Deku, pulling him back down on top of his body. "Give me five minutes and I'll fuck you so good, you won't be able to walk for days."
Deku downright giggles. The red faced hero ducks out of sight, hiding in Dabi's pecs. "We can't," he whines breathlessly. "Visitoring hours are almost done."
"Boo, prison sucks."
Deku laughs again and the victory burns bright. "Sorry. I don't think it's supposed to be all fun. But you do need better conditions than this... it's clean and you're healthy but I don't think it's humane to keep you isolated forever."
Touya sighs and cards his hands through Deku's tangled hair. "S'fine, Deku. Boredom is my sentence. They could've hanged me for it. And I'm not alone right now."
Deku hums. "You remind me of Shouto a lot, you know. When we first met at school he put up a persona too. Tried to be so aloof, so unaffected by others. Shouto's come along way since then." Deku's smile is sad and warm all at once, and Touya can't find it in him to hate this hero for comparing him to the perfect Shouto.
"I'm not my brother. In fact, not being Shouto is what landed me in this mess in the first place."
Deku lays his hand on Touya's. Earnestly, he leans in closer - close enough Touya can see a tiny forgotten fleck of cum on the corner of his lips. "I want you to be yourself. Not - not Dabi the villain or Touya the victim but you. A person who can find meaning and joy, and be rehabilitated for a better life, a good life after prison."
"Hm. I think I'm going to need to hear more about this so-called life after prison."
Deku nods so seriously. "Do you want me to come visit you again?"
"Bring lube," Touya winks and tugs on a blushing Deku's collar, their lips brushing as he talks. "And leave my brother at home."