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Dabi doesn't know exactly how they got here. He blinked and he was falling into Tomura's bed, lips locked together and the taste of the stolen whiskey between them. Dabi blinks away the spots in his vision, watching them flutter away and groaning as Tomura presses him into the mattress, straddling him, face flushed red from the alcohol. His breathing is sharp as his eyes dart over Dabi's face, following the seam in his cheek. He gives a slow grind of his hips. Dabi groans, his head tilting back.
A centipede crawls across the ceiling, his eyes following the movement.
"What are you looking at?" Tomura asks, his eyes still not having moved from Dabi's face.
"Nothin'," he grunts, shifting slightly under Tomura's weight. "Just the bugs."
Tomura doesn't question it, just smooths his hands over Dabi's chest, pressing him down. "Don't fucking freak out."
Dabi grits his teeth as his shirt turns to dust on his skin, the flakes whispering over his skin. He squeezes his eyes shut against the sensation, pretending that it doesn't agitate the maggots beneath his flesh. It does, he can feel them wake up, their wriggling making him shiver. Tomura's hands are cool against his skin. So are his lips when he kisses Dabi again, mouth moving messily. Whether that's because he's drunk or never kissed anyone before, Dabi doesn't know. He doesn't care either.
He opens his mouth, trying to ignore how Tomura's tongue feels like a worm as it presses inside, tasting like whiskey and regrets. Dabi's hands grab at Tomura's shirt, needing to hold onto something as he feels the squirming beneath his skin. It makes him feel sick. But he wants this. He wants the slow grind of Tomura's hips against his, because maybe it'll help him feel normal. Like he's alive again. Tomura takes his grip as a reason to pull back. Dabi bites his tongue as Tomura shucks his shirt, tossing it off the bed and into the mess on the floor somewhere.
A mess that holds more than maggots.
Dabi doesn't look at it. He doesn't want to see the filth. Instead he turns his gaze to Tomura's bare chest. He's covered in scars, long lines and redness that stretch over his chest. Dabi's eyes are drawn to the puckered pink scar on his shoulder. He swallows as he watches it move. Tries to look away.
Tomura doesn't seem to notice, rolling his hips down against Dabi's, letting him feel how hard he is already. Dabi decidedly isn't, his dick not getting the memo that it's supposed to get hard. Tomura either doesn't notice or doesn't care, continuing the slow grind of his hips, pressing his fingers into Dabi's skin.
Dabi groans, a low sound that makes him feel the creatures in his throat. Tomura's broken nails push deeper into his skin, so close to drawing blood. So close to digging a maggot from his flesh. So close to killing the bugs that have made their way into his rotting body.
He pulls back though. Dabi almost complains, but Tomura simply removes the rest of their clothes. He frowns when he sees Dabi's cock., still soft between his legs.
"Thought you said you wanted to," he slurs.
Dabi swallows back the writhing mass in his throat before he answers. "Nerves are fucked up. Can't get hard."
Tomura stares at him for a long moment before his eyes trace an invisible path over Dabi's body. Dabi shivers as he feels the hundreds of tiny centipede legs on his skin as it crawls up and pushes its body into his seam, squirming beneath his skin in a way that has Dabi gasping, his face twitching in pain.
"You can feel them?" Tomura's voice is hoarse as his fingers dig into his own neck. "Can you see them too?"
Dabi looks at him, really looks at him. He stares long enough to see a flea jump from his skin and a fly land on his neck, crawling into one of the scabs Tomura has just reopened. Blood oozed down his throat.
He nods slowly. "Yeah."
A bloody hand presses to Dabi's shoulder. "Fuck, I knew I wasn't crazy," and he's slamming his mouth against Dabi's again.
Dabi shudders when his tongue pushes just a little too far back. He gags slightly, his nails digging into Tomura's skin. Tomura doesn't stop though, his tongue tracing over the stitches in Dabi's. One hand digs into the spot just below Dabi's shoulder seam, the other reaches for lube. Dabi groans when Tomura bites his lip hard enough that the seam splits, chasing away the taste of cheap whiskey with blood. Dabi licks the string of bloody saliva from his lips, breaking the connection with Tomura as he spreads his legs. Tomura slides between them, his eyes fixated on the seam in his thigh. Dabi lets his hands fall to the bed, grabbing the sheets tightly. A metallic green fly darts in and out of his vision; the first of many coming to feast on them.
The lube is cold when Tomura squirts it over his hole, fingers prodding at him. Dabi winces as the first finger pushes in, swallowing back the desire to scream as he feels the skittering legs of centipedes and watches them crawl over Tomura's arm. Tomura's other fingers tug lightly at the staples in Dabi's thigh. Dabi doesn't even feel the pain, just feels the tightness of his skin. He doesn't feel it when Tomura pulls a staple out, just feels the skin tear and blood well up.
A second finger stretches him open, this pain one Dabi can feel. It makes the creatures beneath his skin move, his skin bulging as maggots and centipedes and spiders move within him, trying to find comfort in his warm, decomposing body. He wonders if Tomura knows he's fucking a corpse. Not that it really matters to Dabi.
But maybe it matters to Tomura.
A third finger breaches his hole, making his back arch and his lips part with a wet exhale. Tomura leans forward to connect their lips together again. Dabi ignores how he watched a centipede crawl inside momenta before, doing his best to kiss back. Drool slips down his chin, mixed with blood and the bug bits that fill his mouth. Tomura doesn't notice, his focus on spreading Dabi's walls open in preparation for his cock. Tomura pants as he breaks the kiss, pulling his fingers from Dabi's body, reaching between them to slick up his cock with lube and streaks of blood, pressing it against Dabi's now stretched hole.
"Can you cum?" Tomura asks, his breath reeking of blood and whiskey as he mouths at Dabi's jaw, teeth scraping over rotted grafts like he's not afraid of it spreading
"Dunno," Dabi grunts, tilting his head and watching as spider crawls over Tomura's arm. "Don't matter, I'll be fine."
That's all it takes for Tomura to press his cock inside. The pressure fills Dabi in a way that makes air burst from dead lungs. It doesn't hurt, but it's not exactly good either. It's just another sensation for his dead body to feel. Tomura bottoms out, his nails digging into Dabi's hip, sending a sharp sting through him. He feels dizzy as he watches Tomura's skin bulge and undulate, maggots no doubt wiggling around beneath his flesh. Feeding on Tomura like they do Dabi. Or maybe Dabi's contaminated him just by being around him.
He's rotting, it only makes sense that those around him are rotting too.
Tomura's fingers dig harshly into his jaw. "Hold still," he rasps, red eyes wide, fixated on the seam beneath Dabi's eye.
Dabi does, swallowing heavily as Tomura grinds his hips forward, sliding his fingers beneath his skin, probing for whatever disgusting insect he sees squirming beneath it. It hurts, the sting and slide of fingers beneath his flesh, groping around in the rot that festers within him for a creature that is birthed from rot. It's disgusting and painful and Dabi has to swallow back a moan alongside a worm that wants to wiggle from his throat.
"Fuck," Tomura groans as his fingers slip in the warm, wet pocket beneath Dabi's eye. "Fuck."
Dabi whines as the fingers sink deeper, closing his eye against the onslaught of sensation. Against the pain that makes spots dance in his vision, and his breath come shallow. His body trembles, the maggots writhing in his veins as the shaking upsets them.
A fly lands on Tomura's arm, and Dabi watches as it bites him, burrowing into the hole, blood dark against Tomura's pale skin. He watches the lump of it move beneath skin, no doubt leaving maggots behind as it burrows deep enough to disappear from sight. Tomura shudders, pulling his fingers from Dabi's face, covered in blood and the dark goo that could be bug guts or rot. Dabi opens his eye again and curses at the red haze.
Tomura grips Dabi's hip with tacky red fingers, giving a harsh thrust that pushes Dabi farther up the bed.
"They're inside you," he gasps, watching a centipede crawls over Tomura's face and into his hair, disappearing from sight among the blue strands. "Let me—"
"Fuck!" Tomura shouts as Dabi's searing hand presses against his chest, nails biting into his skin. "Dabi—"
"I'll get em out," he pants, feeling skin split under his chipped nails. "Just keep— don't stop."
Tomura doesn't. He keeps rutting into Dabi like his life depends on it, gasping and grunting in pain as Dabi tears open his skin. His fingers — still wet with Dabi's blood— slip against Dabi's hip. Dabi registers the cold pain of Decay. It's sharp and bright, making starbursts flash in his vision. He makes a pained sound, feeling something crawl up his throat, tiny pincers digging into sensitive flesh.
Tomura grabs his jaw again, finger hooking beneath a staple. Dabi gags on whatever creature is crawling up his throat, hearing his skin tear as Tomura yanks the staple from him. Their lips meet again, Dabi's eyes widening as he pushes against Tomura's chest, nails tearing red lines through his flesh, trying to shove him away so he doesn't have to taste the vile worm that squirms up his throat, spilling into his mouth. Tomura doesn't break the kiss, even as the rotten concoction in what's left of Dabi's stomach floods their mouths, dripping between them in a disgusting, bitter mess.
Tomura pulls away, his face twisting as he gags on whatever bugs crawled from Dabi's mouth to his. Dabi tries to apologize, but he only chokes on whatever rotten bile is still in his throat. Tomura wipes the foul smelling, grayish goop from his lips, making a face of disgust as he digs his nails into his skin. Dabi's body shakes as he coughs, turning to spit the acrid bile from his mouth, watching flies buzz up into the air as he spits them out. The sound of them makes the remains of his stomach churn.
"You're disgusting," Tomura rasps, punctuating it with a thrust of his hips.
"Says the one…fuckin' a corpse," Dabi spits back, whining as fingers grope at his seams, pulling at staples and digging nails into flesh.
Hot blood wells up as Tomura sinks his teeth into Dabi's throat. Dabi's body jerks, tightening around Tomura's cock and making the other moan. Broken nails pick at loose bits of skin, peeling and pulling as Dabi writhes. The pain is sharp along deadened nerves, misfiring and turning into hot pleasure. He's still not hard, but he didn't expect to be. He doesn't need it, he just needs this. He can pretend he's alive when he can feel like this. The sharp pain. The fullness.
He can feel Tomura's skin split as he digs his nails in, pressing his fingers inside of the wounds much like Tomura did for him. He needs to get the flies out. Needs to squish the maggots and eggs that he knows are hiding just under the surface. He needs to destroy them because Tomura might be just as rotten as he is, but he's at least still alive.
Tomura doesn't protest, because he knows he's infected with creatures. He knows what things hide in his cracking skin. He knows what sorts of things feast on the blood that leaks from his skin. He knows the things that burrow into the cracks. Those creatures make him itch, digging their claws into the place they feed.
He knows what lives beneath his skin, knows what causes the walls to crack and bleed. So he lets Dabi try to claw them out of him. Just like Dabi lets him tear the things from his skin.
He pulls at a loose but if Dabi's skin. Peeling the skin back as he sees the little black creature retreat into the warmth of Dabi's body. Dabi whines in his throat as Tomura pulls staples out, peeling rotten grafts away so he can see the muscle beneath. So he can see the hive of creatures nestled into the pocket of necrosis, dark against thick, glistening blood. Tomura shoves his fingers inside. The squelch of muscle and rot is sickening, but Dabi groans, helping to drown it out. Tomura grinds into his heat, feeling the tiny creatures beneath Dabi's skin squish under his fingertips, blood bubbling from the wound, hot against Tomura's cool skin.
His dick twitches inside of Dabi as blistering hands press against him, clinging to him. Digging broken nails into his cracking flesh, drawing more blood to the surface, scratching down his arm until blood puddles on the sheets. The pain stings across his nerves, but Tomura doesn't focus on it. Instead he pulls out and gives a thrust, leaning down to sink his teeth into Dabi's pec, biting until he tastes blood, curling the fingers still under Dabi's skin. Dabi shakes, letting out a broken sound. Tomura can't tell if it's one of pain or pleasure. Though judging by how his cock is half hard against his stomach, it's some fucked up mix of both.
He doesn't make a move to take Dabi's hands away from his skin as he tears at it, nails scraping down his body, drawing blood to the surface, red staining scarred hands. Tomura returns the favor, sliding his fingers into the disgusting mass of rot that festers beneath Dabi's skin, digging out the insects that only burrow deeper. Blood drips from the ceiling as it starts cracking apart, the sound loud in Tomura's ears. He grinds his hips deeper, pressing bloody fingers against Dabi's dick. Dabi jerks against him, nails biting deeper into flesh. Tomura bites him again, deeper, desperate.
Dabi moans this time, heat pouring off him, his hands white hot against Tomura. He doesn't care. Dabi doesn't care either. Even when Tomura plucks at the staples in his cheeks, watching as his mouth slowly grows wider, the skin sagging as it pulls away from his face. Blood stains their skin, running in rivulets down their naked bodies and soaking into the sheets. It squelches under Tomura as he moves, adjusting his position as he fucks into Dabi.
Tomura makes a lousy noise of pain as he feels Dabi's nails scrape something deep. Agony sings across his nerves, his hand slipping, Decay spiderwebbing over Dabi's skin again.
"Fuck!" Dabi gasps, a bloody hand tangling in matted hair to yank Tomura down into a kiss.
Dabi's jaw is only half attached, black specks leaping from the bloodied flesh to find a new place to reside. Tomura kisses him anyways. It's clumsy and tastes like blood and rot, but that's all there is between them. Two rotten men taking what they can from each other as they slowly fall apart.
Neither of them hear the door open, Dabi too busy with his fingers buried in the scratches he's clawed into Tomura's back, and Tomura too busy shoving his fingers under the graft at Dabi's collar bone. They both look up when they hear Spinner's voice though.
"Hey Tomura I—" he freezes when he sees the two of them, naked and bloody, Dabi's face peeling away. It takes maybe two seconds for him to bend over and vomit, only adding to the mess in the room. He straightens, looking pale. "I can see you're…busy, I'll come back later then," and he's gone as quickly as he arrived, slamming the door shut harshly behind him.
Dabi's eyes are fixated on the puddle of vomit. Tomura doesn't want to look and see what other parasites are now in his room. Too many, judging by the look on Dabi's face. Tomura strokes his fingers over the ridges of muscle under Dabi's skin, trying to distract him. It only makes Dabi's fingers push deeper into his wounds. Tomura blinks spots from his vision, his head spinning as blood rolls down his back. Dabi whines when Tomura rolls his hips, grinding his cock deep inside him. That's enough for hazy blue eyes to return to him. Dabi's hands falter, slipping on the blood that slicks Tomura's back. He brings one hand to the pink scar on Tomura's shoulder, digging his fingers into it.
Tomura grits his teeth as Dabi breaks skin, shoving his fingers into his shoulder. "Gotta…get em out," Dabi slurs, face going slack as his eyes slide off Tomura's face.
Tomura moans lowly as the pain sings across his nerves. He wraps his hand around Dabi's hip again, fingers smearing the blood that pools from the cracked skin he left. Dabi's breathing is shallow, chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes struggle to focus, but he moans when Tomura's fingers dance over the open wounds on his hip, shuddering when broken nails dig into exposed muscle. He whines, clenching around Tomura's cock, trying to help him cum. Trying to make it good for him so he's not just fucking a corpse. He doesn't know if he's imagining that Tomura feels smaller inside him or not. Everything is hazy as his head spins.
He squeezes a maggot he can feel inside of Tomura's skin, feeling it ooze around his fingers as he pulls them out. He gags as he watches a centipede crawl up Tomura's neck and press itself beneath his eye, squeezing into the socket. Tomura doesn't stop thrusting. Doesn't stop fucking his fingers into the pockets of rot beneath Dabi's grafts. Doesn't stop leaning down to kiss the blops from Dabi's lips.
He doesn't stop when he sees Dabi's eyes roll back into his head, his jaw somehow going even more slack. Tomura almost vomits when he watches parasites crawl from Dabi's throat, running down his jaw and pooling like liquid at his collar bone. He groans as every part of Dabi stops moving, and he wonders briefly if he's dead before he feels the other breathe.
He doesn't even know when he went soft. It's hard to think. Maybe the parasites finally got to his brain and are slowly eating him alive from the inside out. All he can see is red as it oozes from the walls, fingers reaching for him as those little black creatures jump at him.
Maybe he should lay down. It's probably just because he drank too much. He barely registers his arms giving out, or the stickiness of their blood as he collapses onto Dabi.
And that's how Atsuhiro finds them, heaving a tired sigh as he puts them in a marble to take to the doctor, leaving the rest of the mess for Kurogiri to take care of.