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As soon as he caught that scent, he knew. It was faint but bitter and strong, and Dabi just knew that if Shigaraki wasn’t taking suppressants, his scent would be staking its claim all over the hideout. As it was, it smelled a little too much like the other man, overwhelming and utterly shameless. He had the thought that his new boss really was gross. (Later, he would look at himself and wonder where he went wrong to find so much comfort in that scent.)
The bastard was just sitting there at the bar, that freaky hand on his face, posture all loose in what he would soon come to learn was a rare moment of relaxation for the other man. In that moment, all he wanted to do was to stir some shit up. Annoying the guy that could kill you with one touch sounded like a great plan in his head.
He never had been the brightest. (Not the least for the fact that his impulses were far outweighed by his sheer lack of regret.)
“Hey, creep. You’re mucking up the place.” But oh, the moment when that scent of calm transformed rapidly to irritation was beautiful. Shigaraki’s anger wasn’t like other people’s. It didn’t taste the same at all. His was like a slow creep along your skin, and it never failed to make Dabi’s heart beat faster. Yes, he thought at the sensation, yes, give me more.
Shigaraki did a slow turn in his seat, as if to ask, are we really doing this? But then a familiar scowl settled among the wreckage, and Dabi was in his element.
“Leave, then.” The words were spoken in false apathy. He grinned as he placed his hands in his pockets and tilted his head.
“Nah. I’ll have to get used to your disgusting smell eventually, right? Might as well get a head start.”
The creep sat there, still, until fast as you could blink a slow smirk had spread across his face. Suddenly, Dabi ached violently for the sight of red eyes. Would he see hate there, or something else? He wanted to know.
But Shigaraki was a bitch, and just sat there smirking, until finally, he opened his mouth, voice not able to mask the frustration practically dripping off him, and Dabi swore the emotion had never been sweeter on his tongue.
“You’re right, bastard. Let’s call this team bonding, huh?” And then, in a move so unexpected that he felt his heart skip a beat, Shigaraki removed the hand from his face and fixed gleaming red eyes on him and said, “Kneel.”
Dabi had never moved so fast, it felt. His knees hit the floor roughly, forcing a breath from his mouth, and Shigaraki laughed, the sound raspy and worming its way through his ribcage. He hadn’t expected the turn this situation had taken, but by god, he was grateful.
“Look at you. So eager to obey. There’s just one thing I need to know.” Four fingers gripped his head tightly and then yanked, Dabi gasping as he was forced up.
“Do you want this?” Dabi shot an incredulous glare at the creep, gesturing towards his hard on, which should be proof enough of how much he was enjoying the proceedings. But Shigaraki was insistent, and so, heart pounding, he breathed out a, “Fuck yes.”
Crimson eyes gleamed, and cracked lips grinned widely and wickedly as the fingers in his hair nudged him lower and lower until he was at the other man’s cock, nose touching fabric. That bitter scent was steadily growing stronger and stronger, and Dabi thought that soon, he would be drowning in it.
“By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to reek of my scent for days.”
Dabi had never wanted anything more.