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Dabi felt like he was a kid all over again. That was a weird thing to think, even to himself, when he was in this kind of position, but that's just how it was. Even after everything during the war, all of the promises his family had made him, the long path to recovery he'd been forced to take, and he'd still ended up here. With Shouto above him, taking all of Daddy's attention, while he suffered for it. It was all he could do to watch Enji from where he was currently pinned against the floor, the tatami mats scratching up his bandaged and burned back. He couldn't fight, all of his limbs had had to be amputated because of the damage. He could hardly speak above a whisper, his vocal cords still damaged beyond repair. He was a damaged little object, and he was being used to make Shouto look better. Again.
It was just him and his parents and Fuyumi most of the time. Natsuo hadn't spoken to any of them in months, and Shouto was busy at UA. At the moment though, he was home on break, which everyone was thrilled about. The worst part was, Dabi had been too. A chance to bond with his little brother he'd hated all his life. Well, they certainly were bonding now, weren't they?
Shouto's tongue was tangling with his own, pressing hungrily down his throat. They'd been here for what felt like hours, their naked bodies pressed against each others' until they were both hot and sticky with sweat, their panting drowning out the wet sounds of Shouto's hand jacking them off. It would be bad enough if he were doing this on his own. If it had been his little brother's idea to pin him down and rape him when he couldn't defend himself in any sense of the word. As it stood though, he really couldn't hate Shouto unless he wanted to take a step back himself, and he liked to think he was better than that.
No, it had been Endeavor's. The man who said he'd change. The man who'd cried and apologized a thousand times. The man who promised it would be better from now on. The man currently red in the face and stroking his cock as he stared at his sons. "Touch his chest," he directed, his deep voice thick with lust.
Shouto did as he was told, still moaning quietly into his big brother's mouth. He'd been getting bigger, taller than Dabi was now, his hands stronger and bigger. He cupped over Dabi's chest easily, a thumb dancing gently over where his nipple should have been, squeezing the slight bit of fat still left there. It was his left hand, hot and almost painful with his excitement, a stark difference to the bitter cold of his right. That one was still busy with their dicks, holding the shafts together and making them rub up against each other with every stroke. Even that was an embarrassing show of inferiority, Shouto's cock easily dwarfing his.
"I'm going to cum soon," Shouto warned them, his hand's pace picking up even as the cold began to make their skin stick, tugging painfully in the places it caught. Dabi tried to heat himself up to make up for it, but his quirk was even harder for him to manage than usual these days. "Are you almost ready?"
Dabi knew he wasn't asking him, why would he be, but it still hurt a little when Enji didn't seem to consider the possibility either. "I'm close too. Keep touching him just like that. You're so good at this, Shouto."
It was always Shouto, Shouto, Shouto. Dabi was beyond sick of hearing his name tied to perfection all the damn time, the overwhelming despair of being left to this fate all over again aching deep in his bones. What was so wrong with him that he could never measure up?
"You too, Touya. You're both so perfect," he continued in that growled tone, so close to his orgasm that his flames were flickering out of control, hot and red as his hard cock.
It was pathetic how quickly that had an effect on him. He was no longer a villain being degraded by his family, he was Touya again, and Daddy wanted to watch him get fucked. Shouto wasn't his cruel younger brother wanting to get a step up on him, he was trying to show his love in the only way the Todorokis knew how. What had been pain and humiliation turned to pleasure and eroticism, his own hardness shifting from something forced upon him to his sole focus, his own edge swiftly approaching from the words alone.
It was all so overwhelming. The sudden shift in perspective made him almost overstimulated, catching up at lightspeed to the way they were both moaning because of him, how turned on they were by him, the way Shouto's hands and Daddy's eyes clung to him. He decided he didn't mind so much at all. He wished it would never end. As usual though, he ruined things. With a loud cry, Touya's own orgasm took him over at alarming speed, his cum leaking all over Shouto's hand, which he spread over the two's cocks as he worked his older brother through his aftershocks. They all spilled over, one after the other, as if Touya had flipped the switch himself. Shouto followed after him, his teeth digging into Touya's lower lip and his hand scorching as he dumped his load all over their stomachs. And finally, with a loud mess of grunting and cursing, was their father, his cum dripping down into their hair in a sticky mess.
It was perfect. Touya took the sight in hungrily, staring at his brother and his father, the three of their ragged breathing filling the room beautifully. Maybe their broken family could be fixed after all. Maybe he just needed to give them the chance.