Bitemarks

Dabi was knelt on the floor, grateful as ever for the plush carpeting Kai insisted on having around his bed. He also demanded the damn thing be steam cleaned once a week, which seemed more than a little overboard to Dabi, but it wasn’t his problem now or ever. He’d leave dealing with most of Kai’s ‘eccentricities’ up to Hari Kurono, and focus on the other things he was clearly more valued for. Not that Kai would ever tell him that, either. Kai loved to bitch and complain about every last little thing, as though the world was making a special effort to make his life miserable.

Well, Dabi could understand that, at least.

Yet as the expensive, heavily pressed slacks slid off and onto the ground, revealing a pale expanse of thigh with just enough muscle under it to be mouthwatering, he felt a certain urge to get a little revenge for all the times Kai bossed and bullied and carried on. Just this once. Licking his lips, he found a nice, delicate spot, dusted with just the faintest strands of dark brown hair, and sunk his teeth in. Kai’s breath sucked in sharply, and Dabi felt the ruined corners of his mouth curl up in something too cruel to be called a smile. Oh yes, this would be fun indeed. He clamped his teeth down, feeling the texture of flesh under his bite, imagining how the blood vessels burst and swelled with a growing bruise as he laved and tugged with his mouth. Kai’s curse fell on his ears and he started to struggle, but Dabi seized his thighs with a warning hiss.

One bite, then another. This one lower than the first, closer to that sensitive area just above the knee, where all the muscles and nerves run. Now Kai jerked, and when Dabi flicked his gaze upwards, he saw the erection straining at the front of those high-end cotton boxers. Spoiled brat.

There was something infinitely satisfying about taking a man who thought so highly of himself, who guarded and tended his body with impeccable care, and placing blemish after blemish on his skin. Dabi swept his tongue upwards, reveling in the way the gangster shuddered under the heat of it as he found another fat spot ripe for marking and sunk his teeth in. Again. Something deep and possessive growled inside him, something hungry, something he listened to more often than not these days after a lifetime of pretending that shadow didn’t live inside him. It saw a man like Kai and it wanted to take, to ruin, to claim and claw and he couldn’t decide half the time if he wanted to fuck him or turn him inside out. Maybe both. A gloved hand sunk into his hair, tightening into a fist and sending electric fingers of pain running down his scalp, but he only purred into the sensation. Kai was always disgusted by how much he loved pain, and in funny little ways, Kai loved to be disgusted.

Three bruises sat on his skin now, growing purple and red as Dabi watched, and he smirked at his handiwork before moving to the other thigh.

“Fuck—what’s gotten into you tonight? You’re acting like a goddamn animal—“ Kai was saying, and Dabi merely raised a brow. So what if he was, so what, so what. Kai still fucked him anyway, still begged and pleaded and came his brains out in the end. That was what he wanted Dabi for, and maybe, in a twisted sense, what he loved about him. They both shied and shuddered from a word like that, but right now it fit the bill. Dabi didn’t care to bow and scrape like the rest of his underlings, didn’t even fear the loaded gun of a Quirk that Kai could so easily level at his head, now or never. It didn’t matter to him, none of it mattered anymore. All that counted was here, now, this second, under his teeth, making the capo writhe in his grip. He could do it, he always did it. Bite and scratch and take what belonged to him .

By the sixth bite, the hand in his hair was shaking with faint tremors, the usually steady hands now trembling slightly as Kai continued to pretend like he was in charge here. His hips started to roll up and Dabi watched the outline of Kai’s cock press against the fabric of his underwear, hard and already needy, a little wet spot darkening the tip. Kai’s had tightened again and he tried to pull Dabi upwards, to tug him into place and get what he really wanted, but Dabi wasn’t in the mood to give in quite that easily. He gave an irritated grunt and released Kai’s thigh for long enough to grab his wrist instead, thumb digging in between the tendons and bones until Kai’s grip was forced to break. “What’s the matter with you—possessive bastard,” Kai grumbled in return, and Dabi actually bared his teeth at him for a second.

“Two things, oh capo. First, don’t invite a wild animal like me into your bed, spread your legs for him, then bitch that he’s doing as he pleases. It’s in the name.” Kai’s pretty features wrinkled at the comparison, but Dabi really couldn’t give a damn about his sensibilities. Not when the heat from his body was so tempting, beckoning for more touches, more bites, more pleasure and taking.  He leaned down, allowing his teeth to rake across Kai’s clothed cock, only just roughly enough to make him hiss. At the top, he pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to the fabric, then pulled off and licked his lips.

“Second, if you wanna cum tonight, then learn to shut the fuck up.”