Disillusionment was a slow-acting disease, instilling doubt in the faithful and infecting the bravest of hearts with cowardice. Kai had seen it take root in the minds of dedicated followers during his study, branches growing the most poisonous of fruits polluting their thoughts with disloyalty.
They were all so weak for it.
Lost in his thoughts, Kai hadn’t heard the footsteps trailing to the study room he had secluded himself in for the evening. The book he was supposed to be helping Father Kan translate from Latin was open on the desk in front of him, but Kai’s hands were idle. The pen he had gripped in one hand bleeding out ink onto the paper its tip was pressed against long ago. A silhouette stepping into the light of the candles Kai had lit snatched his attention as a brief shadow passed over him.
“You’re an interesting one, aren’t you?”
Kai looked up from his seat to see light, blue eyes staring down at him.
Of course, he thought.
“I told you not to speak to me anymore, Touya.”
Touya, last name infuriatingly unknown, was one of the most recent seminarians to join their monastery, and Kai, as much as he tried, despised him. The lanky man sauntered around the grounds as if he were a full-fledged priest already, easing himself into the spaces within the other seminarians’ conversations flawlessly, forming friendships and bubbling laughter easier than Kai had ever been able to. He leaned against Kai’s desk now, grinning as he shook his head at him.
“That’s not very Christian of you, now is it?” Touya said.
Kai swore there was something devilish about his smile.
“I’m working, what do you want?”
Touya took it as an invitation to plop down into the chair on the other side of the desk, shoes brushing against Kai’s as he stretched out his legs.
“Have you seen Father Kan around?”
Kai looked back at his book and paper, frowning when he realized the page the ink had seeped into was ruined.
“I spoke to him earlier today, he seemed ill.”
“Did he now?”
“He did. Why do you care?”
“He was supposed to help me today with some questions I had about my medicinal studies, but I haven’t been able to find him.”
Kai huffed, “Maybe he’s hiding from you.”
Touya put his elbow on top of the desk and held his chin in his hand, the same grin from before twisting his mouth again.
“Maybe he is, wouldn’t that be fun?”
Kai tensed his hand around his pen and looked over to Touya. The man was smugly looking at him, and Kai would never admit it, but he was envious of how Father Kan had seemingly taken a liking to Touya. It seemed like no matter where Kai looked, Touya’s influence was there — in the way the man lingered around him, bothering him in the halls and stairs with passing quips, in the way he called attention to himself during the seminarian’s breaks in between lessons with stories from a time before he wore his robes. Most irksome of all, in the way Father Kan would excuse himself from conversations or meditations with Kai, only for him to later find out he was tutoring Touya in something.
It was always something with him.
“If you’re going to sit there, you might as well try to study yourself.”
“Maybe you could tutor me. Sekijiro thinks highly of you, I’m sure there has to be reasons for that.”
“I’ve studied under Father Kan for years now. He’s an excellent mentor, as I’m sure you know from your lessons.”
“Well,” Touya hummed, “I’m usually distracted if I’m being honest with you.”
“Is this a joke to you?”
Touya tilted his head. “What?”
Kai placed the pen down on the desk and closed his book, resting his palm flat against its worn cover. Sometimes he found himself wishing he could just touch things and people and make them disappear, rearrange them into something useful.
“Is this all a joke to you? You showed up out of nowhere with no vouches for you, managed to convince nearly all the seminarians to like you, even the Fathers and Brothers when you clearly don’t care for any of your lessons. I’ve caught you smoking before outside by the dormitories, and even worse, I’ve seen you tag along others with you while you do it.”
“Wow, Kai, no need to be jealous, I’ll invite you out next time.”
“I’m not jealous, you idiot.”
Touya’s chair squeaked as he scooted over closer, leaning towards him.
“Yeah, sure. You know what? You like to act like you’re better than me, but you’re not. Everyone knows who you were before our darling Father Kan took you under his wing.”
“Watch it,” Kai said.
“No, I don’t think I will. I’m not stupid, and you aren’t either. I’ve made the others here like me, trust me even. You’ve made them dislike you, some are even afraid of you.”
“I don’t care what they think of me.”
“Do you care what I think of you?” Touya said.
Kai huffed. “I care about you the least.”
“Good, maybe you have a chance then.”
Touya stood up then, the legs of his chair crying out as they dragged along the floor.
“What does that mean?” Kai asked, watching him drift towards the door.
Touya glanced at him from the doorway, only one of his eyes visible from the angle. His hand rested against the doorknob as he spoke, “What does anything mean, at the end of the day?”
So many damn riddles, Kai thought.
Touya continued to stare at him, and Kai looked back, illuminated by the yellow candlelight while Touya was shrouded in its dancing shadows.
“If you smoke tonight, I’ll tell Father Kan.”
Touya turned his head away, shoulders hunched up as he laughed. It was unsettling to Kai how humane the sound was. He rapped his knuckles against the doorframe once before walking out into the hallway, his voice carrying in the space expanding between them.
To Kai’s surprise, Touya did not smoke that night, or the next, or the one after. Instead, it seemed almost as if the dark haired man was avoiding him. Two, nuisance-free weeks passed blissfully before Kai stumbled into Touya again.
While walking over from one of the monastery’s dining spaces to their living quarters, Kai nearly fell when someone knocked into his shoulder roughly. He whipped his head around, glaring, and blue eyes suddenly met with gold. Kai felt his hands twitch.
“Oops,” Touya said, rubbing at his shoulder.
“Watch where you’re walking,” Kai said. He turned on his heels to leave, only to feel a hand grab onto his shoulder, pulling him back.
Immediately, Kai slapped Touya’s hand away.
“Don’t touch me.”
Touya put his hands up in the air between them, eyes watching Kai carefully.
“Right, Mr. Personal Space, how could I forget?”
Kai heard his jaw click with how hard he clenched it, “What did you just call me?”
“Mr. Personal Space,” Touya repeated as if Kai hadn’t just spoken venomously, “don’t get mad at me, I’m not the one who came up with it.”
“Then who did?”
Touya tapped his tongue against his teeth, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“Everyone, I guess? Can’t really think of one person, but I know it's what they all call you.”
Touya motioned to their right with a tilt of his head, and Kai’s eyes followed. A group of seminarians, some whom he recognized from lessons, were grouped together playing a game of basketball. One of them noticed Kai and Touya watching and quickly looked away, leaning in to say something to the person nearest to them, who glanced at Kai directly after.
“They call you other things too, you know.”
“And you don’t?” Kai spat.
“I’ll call you whatever you want me to, Overhaul.”
Before he could think, Kai had moved his hand toward Touya's face, palm open to slap him. He was stopped when he felt Touya grab his wrist, blunt fingernails digging into Kai’s skin.
“No-one gets to hit me anymore unless I want them to, understand?”
Kai’s hand dropped limply once Touya let go of it.
“Where did you find out about that name?”
Touya shook his head. “Did you really think your past was kept a secret? From the stories I’ve heard, you still act the same. Just as high and mighty as you were when you were with your little gang.”
“Answer my question. Who told you? Who knows?”
“Those were two questions, but I’ll play nice,” Touya said. “I imagine almost everyone here who knows you, knows. Why do you think they’re scared of you? The only reason you’re even allowed here is because of Father Kan. You can try to be one of them, but you’re not. They know it, I know it, and I’m starting to think you’re the only one who doesn’t.”
Touya clicked his tongue against his teeth again, louder. “You were given a second chance, right? This place or jail? Maybe it's about time you actually put it to good use and do something.”
Kai took a step towards Touya, voice low when he spoke.
“What the fuck do you want from me? Stop speaking to me in riddles.”
Touya took a step closer to match Kai’s, head tilted as he leaned in to speak. Kai could feel his breath graze his skin, taste whatever Touya had to drink earlier in the air.
“I want you to be different, to stop hiding what you really are.”
“And what would that be exactly?”
“A leader, maybe an icon. Some would even call it being your own god.”
“That’s sacrilege, Touya.”
He barked out a laugh, leaning away from Kai as he did so. Kai took a deep breath, annoyed at how his heartbeat stammered with Touya so close. He was infuriating.
“Sacrilege would be the least of our sins, don’t you think?”
A basketball dribbled between the two of them, stilling against Kai’s leg. They both looked to their side to see one of the seminarians playing from before near them, his hands anxiously toying with one another.
“Sorry about that, could you pass me the ball?”
Kai couldn’t remember his name, but the seminarian knew him, or at least, of him. It was obvious in the way his eyes avoided meeting with his, flickering to Kai’s hands nervously and then back to his face.
In reality, the seminarian didn’t know Kai. None of them did.
They knew Overhaul.
They only saw Overhaul, the teenage delinquent who became a gang leader at 14 and skipped out on actual jail time when he was arrested at 17 by devoting himself to God, shedding behind his bloodied knuckles for clasped hands and psalms. Touya was right, and Kai knew it. Blending in, becoming one with the rest of the spineless herd, was never an option for him, and Kai realized as he bent down to pick up the basketball, he had never really wanted it to be.
“What’s your name?” Kai asked.
The man hesitated, and Touya watched.
“And what's my name?” Kai said.
The man looked over to Touya, and Kai could see his grin from the corner of his eye. He felt his own lips twitch with amusement.
“I-I don’t know, I don’t think we have a lesson together.”
“We don’t, but you’re lying anyway. I’ll ask again, what’s my name?”
“Chisaki,” the man confessed, “it’s Chisaki, right?”
Kai launched the ball at the man, hard enough for him to stumble a couple of steps backward before falling, landing on his ass. He stepped over towards him, a foot placed down between his legs.
“I know what you and the others call me. If I hear you said any of those names again after today, I’ll make you regret it.”
“You can’t do that, Father Kan and Aizawa would punish yo—“
Kai lowered himself to the man’s level, crouching by him.
“You don’t think I can get to you in time before they find me? Before they find you?”
The man’s eyes widened. Kai straightened himself out, standing upright again.
“Go. Leave us alone.”
He scrambled up quickly, clutching onto the ball as he ran back towards the other seminarians who were now grouped up, watching.
None of them came to help, Kai mused.
As soon as the man rejoined them, urgent words were whispered to one another. They left after, retreating to one of the dormitory buildings. When Kai turned around to look at Touya, the man was beaming, a thumb pressed against his lip as if he were considering something.
“I could ask you that, what the hell was that?” Touya said.
Kai glanced down at his hands, clenching and relaxing them.
“They have no idea who I am but they’re scared of me, you said it yourself. I’ll give them reasons to now, I’ll show them who I really am.”
“And who is that exactly?”
Who do you want to be? Kai thought, who does he want you to be?
He looked up at Touya, at the mischievous glint in his eyes clearly waiting for an answer. He felt the urge to grab hold of his face, to press his fingertips into his cheeks until they hollowed out and his lips parted for him to spit his answer into his unholy mouth, but instead he turned around and began to walk in the direction he had come from.
† † †
Three more weeks passed.
Kai had slowly grown into himself during that time, his skin straining against the beast he had kept sedated for so long. He fed into the fear the other seminarians felt for him, grounding their gossip-fueled whispers and inquisitive glances with glares and words of his own. Quiet Chisaki Kai who kept to himself and trailed along behind Father Kan was gone, engulfed by the person he was before. And yet, Kai did not claim the name Overhaul for himself again. No, Overhaul was a thing of the past, an overzealous version of him who had been arrested right before turning 18, who had been afraid of punishment and chose to throw himself into holy hands rather than justice.
Kai was slowly becoming his own god.
He would receive portions of other seminarians’ received donations, and even gifts from their families if he liked them enough. Sometimes he would see a spark of rebellion and hatred in some of their eyes and made sure to remind them of what he could do, of what he had done in the past. One seminarian, in particular, threatened to tell Father Kan, even made a motion to flee the bedroom he, Touya, and three others were in. Kai had moved instinctually, lunging for the man’s arm and yanking him back, throwing him onto the floor. The man’s eyes were wide, and Kai stepped to the side to avoid his miserable attempts at kicking him.
“Get away from m—“
The man’s voice was cut off by the sound of Kai’s hand slapping over his mouth. The other men in the room had shuffled backward, hiding by their beds. All except for Touya, who was watching Kai with the same hellish smile as always. Kai adjusted himself, straddling the man as he moved his hand off of his mouth, only to press fingers into his cheeks hard enough to hurt his jaw, the man’s mouth opening reluctantly.
“What were you going to tell Father Kan?” Kai asked.
When the man tried to speak, his words distorted by Kai’s applied pressure, he used his other hand to grab a hold of his tongue. The man whined and tried to push him away, but Kai dug his nails hard enough into the man’s tongue that beads of red began to gather.
“I’ll cut it out if I hear anything about them knowing about this. Do you understand?”
Tears began to collect in his eyes, but he nodded quickly regardless, wincing when Kai finally let go and stood up. Kai looked over to the others in the room and motioned for one to step closer. When they did, he used the front of their shirt to wipe off his hands.
“I’m sure the rest of you will keep this in mind,” he said.
Ghastly silence answered him, and Kai decided it would be enough for the night. After all, fear was a leash difficult to pull against once it was around your neck. He heard footsteps follow him as he exited the room and already knew who it was before feeling an arm brush against his.
“Same spot tonight?” Touya asked.
Kai glowered at him, but Touya was unaffected.
This had also become a new development for Kai. He and Touya would find one another almost nightly, the two hidden by the lack of light when they sat outside behind the dormitories. The only light illuminating them coming from the frames at the ends of their lit cigarettes. They never shared words, an unsaid, mutual agreement between the two. Kai would smoke two cigarettes, watch Touya finish his third, and then head back inside to sleep.
It vexed him that Touya seemed to have begun to think of it as a commitment, but it bothered him even more that he didn’t want it to stop.
He was about to take a left to head to his own room when Touya stepped in front of him.
“Let’s not tonight.”
Touya’s face was expressionless, “You’re sick of riddles, aren’t you?”
“Then tonight, wait for me in your room.”
With nothing else, Touya turned and left Kai behind, his silhouette slowly swallowed by the darkness of the unlit hallway as he walked away. Kai frowned and headed towards his own room, his solitary footsteps echoing as he did so.
What is he up to?
Once in his room, Kai felt unease. Touya had always been a morbid curiosity. Although he befriended the others easily when he joined after Kai, other seminarians had slowly grown anxious around him, and Kai had taken notice in the past few weeks. In fact, even Father Kan had begun to act strangely around Touya, his red eyes filled with an emotion Kai couldn’t place. Some nights, he thought the priest almost looked guilty.
He lit candles throughout his room and settled onto the edge of his bed, hands clasped over his lap. There was a mystery in the air around Touya that Kai had wanted to unravel. Why push him so far into becoming Overhaul once more when he was gaining nothing from it? Although it was true Kai had not touched Touya’s belongings, he still hadn’t shared the bounty he had collected from the others. The man even sat by him silently while Kai studied, his interests moving on from aiding the others in translations and scripture to books centered on leaders of organized crime and religion, and would also leave when Kai would finish. Part of him wondered if this was Touya’s pathetic attempt at befriending him, but it didn’t fit who Touya had become in his mind.
Three knocks on his door pulled Kai out of his thoughts.
“It’s open,” he called out.
The wooden door creaked open and a Touya in casual, loose-fitting sleeping clothes stepped in. The wavering candlelight blanketed him in sharp, glimmering shadows and Kai watched as he stepped closer, his hands at his sides.
“No more riddles,” Kai said.
Touya nodded, “I promise.”
“That doesn’t mean much.”
Touya smiled and rolled his head side to side to crack it.
"Leave only one candle on, and close your eyes.”
“You heard me.”
Kai pushed himself off of his bed and stared at Touya, the two at a standstill. Reluctantly, Kai was the first to succumb, turning to blow out the nearest candle. He paused between each, the process taking a minute as various candles lined his desk, nightstand, and bookshelves. He left one candle lit on his nightstand, sitting on the bed near it. He looked up at Touya, who still hadn’t moved from his place by the door.
“No deal if you don’t close your eyes.”
“This is stupid.”
Still, Kai closed his eyes, a new wave of anxiety washing over him the moment it all went black. Touya had the upper hand, and it was not something Kai took lightly. Regardless if Touya’s plans were just to make a fool of him or actually harm him, Kai had stupidly placed some of his trust in the man. He was about to open his eyes when he heard shuffling. Something rotten harassed Kai’s nose then, but the sulfurous scent soon melted away into something hazy, almost like smoke.
“Open your eyes.”
Kai’s expression faltered at what he saw when he opened his eyes. Touya’s sleeping garments were gone, instead replaced by large patches of dark, scarred skin meeting pale. The scars spanned over both his legs and crawled up his arms and disappeared, only to reappear partially on his shoulders. They consumed his neck, dipping into the swell of his bare chest mercilessly. His pointed ears were the same plum color as them, his cerulean eyes nearly glowing in comparison to the scarred crescents hung underneath them. Staples and stitches seemed to keep him together, tugging at his unblemished skin harshly. Two ribbed horns sprouted from his forehead, guiding Kai’s eyes to the tips of what appeared to be black, bat-like wings tucked behind him. Touya grinned at him, the dim light in the room glinting off his small fangs.
There was always something so devilish about his smile, wasn’t there.
“Will you believe me if I said I’m not surprised?”
Touya laughed, and Kai watched the way the staples dividing his face into two pulled on his skin.
“It’s been hard not to show you this form ever since you’ve started this chaos.”
Touya tilted his head and placed a hand over where his heart would be. Kai’s eyes followed the motion, watched the way his claws looked in the light.
“The fear you’ve stirred up, the power you’ve gained. I’ve been fed so well by you.”
“I didn’t do any of this for you.”
“Exactly, that’s what makes it so damn good. You did this all of our own free will.”
“What do you know about free will, demon?”
Touya stepped towards him, leaning in to press his claws into the edge of Kai’s bed.
“I know we all have a hand in deciding our own fates. You think I was born a creature of the night?”
“I was wronged by my father. I offered all I had for revenge years ago.”
Kai blinked, “You offered your soul?”
Touya stood upright again, his wings shifting behind him. Kai heard them bump against something.
“It wasn’t worth much to begin with honestly, but here I am, and he isn’t.”
“Yes,” Kai said, pushing himself off the bed and standing up, “here you are.”
Touya’s glowing eyes watched him as he stepped closer to him. Up close, Kai could see the scarred skin resembled burns, and the ashy scent from before infiltrated his senses again. He slowly placed a hand onto Touya’s chest and was surprised to feel the warmth radiating from the man.
“Just like a person.”
“But you’re not a person,” Kai said, removing his hand, “you’re a demon.”
“And what of it?”
“I’ve been speaking to a demon. I’ve been listening to a demon.”
Touya inched forward and leaned his head towards Kai.
“Don’t give me that crap, I’ve only told you what you knew already.”
Kai glared at him, and Touya took it as an invite to continue.
“You’ve felt the tides begin to shift, I know you have.”
Touya placed a hand on Kai’s chest and shoved him back, watching as he stumbled. Kai bumped into the nightstand behind him, knocking over the lit candle. It rolled onto the floor, its flame fanning out into blue for an instant before going out with a hiss. The unfamiliarity of fear tasted bitter in Kai’s mouth.
“People are worshipping new gods,” Touya said. “Idols and unworthy men are praised and venerated, followed by thousands. It isn’t weakness to adapt, Kai.”
“No, but it would be weakness to fall for your words.”
“I think arrogance would be a better word,” Touya said.
The candle suddenly lit itself in front of Kai, floating in front of him, but Touya was gone.
“You said no more riddles,” Kai said, unable to mask the frustration in his voice.
The sensation of hands pressing into his shoulders startled him, but Kai made himself stand still. He felt the tips of claws press into his clothes, slowly dragging up towards his neck. Touya had started to smell like the incense Kai lit in the chapels, and something rotten under the pews.
“You could be more than all of this. You could have true influence and power. You saw for yourself how easily I manipulated the others. They’re weak, but not you.”
“What do you want from me?”
One of Touya’s hands loosely wrapped around Kai’s throat, “I want you to become what you’re meant to be. I want you to take control of this excuse of a monastery and show them a true idol to follow.”
“You want me to become God?”
“No,” Touya’s other hand slid down, caressing his chest, fiddling with the rosary dangling from his neck. “Gods are overrated. You don’t have to be divine to have followers. Let me help you become a leader. Respect, power, anything, and everything could be yours.”
“What do you get out of this, Touya? Why do you care?”
Touya grinned, and Kai felt it against his neck. “My name is Dabi if you must know, and I’m an agent of chaos, Kai, you don’t have to give up much.”
“Is my soul not worth much?”
“We both know the answer to that, Overhaul.”
Kai twisted around, ready to push the other away, but Touya had already disappeared. He reappeared as Kai turned again, watching him from the desk his books were scattered on top of, legs crossed as he grinned at him. Part of him was lost to the shadows in the corners of the room.
“I can help you, but I need an answer. What is it?”
Kai thought of the way the seminarians kneeled for him so easily, of the way he heard them whisper over rumors and gossip involving Touya and others, involving Father Kan. He thought of the power he had at such a young age, wielding vicious pawns ready to die at his command, only to have it taken away by the police. He thought of how right it felt when Touy-Dabi had called him Overhaul.
There would always only really be one answer.
“Yes,” Kai said. “My answer is yes.”
Chapter 2: Hellfire
I know it's been months but bam, here it is.
Trying to find a job and applying to gradschool totally messed up my free-time, apologies y'all.
Anyways, literally, thank you @ all of horny villain twitter for ideas for this via other fics and fanart.
You can bug me at twitter on @satyr_legs
Also thank you @vitiliho for indulging me in this and copyediting
The first time Kai had taken a life was when he was ten years old.
A man had crowded him in an alley-way as the sunset, demanding for him to give up whatever he had on him. Kai still remembered the way the man’s knife glinted when he pulled it out of his raggedy pocket, and how the sharpened tip felt pressed against his throat. The man’s eyes were bloodshot and sunken in, watching Kai in jittery, intoxicated movements.
The man had obviously been desperate, ready to maim a child, but Kai was far from childish.
It all happened so quickly.
Kai ducked, the knife scraping against the skin of his throat and chin. He lunged forward to tackle the man over by grabbing onto his knees and shoving. He reached for the knife that had slipped from the other’s grip, and focused all his weight onto his knees, pressing into the man’s chest. The man hit him once on the side of his head hard enough for Kai’s vision to swirl, but he refused to move and the man was far too inebriated to aim for another hit. Instead, Kai pressed his knees further into his chest and tightened his grip on the weapon. The man wheezed while trying to breathe and swung his arm out to hit him again, but Kai was faster and attacked his throat and face with the knife. He couldn’t remember how long he kneeled on the man’s limp body, slicing and plunging into his face.
What he did remember was the filthy metallic taste of blood on his lips, and the warmth of it staining his palms even after he stopped and dropped the knife.
In a way, kissing Dabi for the first time reminded him of that day.
The demon’s mismatched lips felt strange against his own, but not unpleasant. A jolt of pain as he felt his lower lip rip caused Kai to reach for Dabi’s shoulders, digging his blunt nails into his skin. He felt a smirk against his lips, and then a tongue slip out to taste the red droplets that had appeared. Dabi pulled away after, smugly watching him as he trailed a clawed fingertip down across the front of his clothed torso.
“We really can’t finish this deal if you keep your clothes on.”
Kai moved a hand to Dabi’s, gripping his wrist tightly. The scarred skin felt rough against his smooth palm, and Kai briefly wondered if it would tear under his touch if he twisted hard enough.
“You weren’t clear about our deal before I agreed.”
Dabi’s grin split wide enough on his face that Kai winced as the skin the staples at the corner of his mouth held strained.
“I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me, at Sekijiro. You’ve wanted this, Kai.”
As his words came to an end, his free hand idly rested against the front of Kai’s pants, and pressed against his crotch.
“You don’t know me,” Kai said.
Dabi moved his hand against him, humming when he felt Kai’s hips roll towards the touch.
“I’ll know you better than anyone else after tonight.”
Kai surged forward then, slamming his lips back into Dabi’s.
This time, he took control.
He let go of Dabi’s wrist and moved his hand into his hair, knotting strands of it around his fingers. He tugged him closer to him, earning a grunt from the creature as his teeth scraped against his lip. He felt warm hands slip underneath his shirt to latch onto his sides and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. The sensation of scarred skin grazing his own unmarked flesh admiringly unnerved him. Dabi’s pointed nails digging into his sides and shifting them towards Kai’s mattress distracted him from his thoughts then, and Kai let him guide them. He sat on the bed when the back of his knees hit the edge, and watched as Dabi settled over him, straddling his hips.
They kissed again as Dabi began to unbutton his shirt, pausing only to pull it off of Kai’s head. His hands moved towards his pants, and Kai grumbled as he bit harshly into Dabi’s lower lip. Although the demon groaned, he glared at him as he pulled away, moving a hand to his mouth. He swiped his finger across his lip and huffed when he saw blood smeared on it.
“What was that for?” Dabi asked.
“I’ll take them off when I want to. Understood?”
A glint of something mischievous flashed in Dabi’s eyes. He leaned forward to press a kiss on the corner of Kai’s mouth and began to trail his lips down to kiss his cheek, his neck, and eventually his shoulder. Kai tilted his head to the side, his hands settling on Dabi’s hips.
“Do you think you’re in control here?” Dabi said. Kai’s hands began to squeeze on Dabi’s skin cautiously when he felt teeth graze against his own. “If you do, you’re wrong. Just because I chose you, does not mean you gain power over me. You have to earn that, Overhaul.”
Fangs tore into Kai’s shoulder then. Kai let out a loud, pained groan as the piercing sensation pulsed through his arm, but refused to let go of Dabi’s hips. His blunt nails dug into them mercilessly when Dabi bit him again, pushing him away finally. He felt something warm dribble down his back and torso and glanced down to see red droplets stain his chest as they tumbled down. His eyes met with Dabi’s again, who was leaning back on Kai’s hips, a few drops of blood of his own gathering where Kai’s nails had cut into him. His eyes were half-lidded as he licked at his lips, Kai’s fresh blood smearing across the scarred flesh.
There was a searing shame in the tightness of Kai’s trousers as he eyed Dabi’s body, worsening when he saw the way the demon was hungry for him, his cock resting hard against him. There was some curiosity in how it looked pale beside burnt thighs, almost pretty.
“You’re revolting,” Kai said. He moved a hand to Dabi, wrapping around him tightly. Dabi continued to stare at him, his lips slightly parted as he swayed towards the rough touch. Kai squeezed him once before starting to move his hand up and down his length slowly. It was pathetic how quickly the other unraveled to him, trying to roll his hips up to meet with the pace Kai had set, whines and huffs filling the space in between them. When Kai felt him grow warmer against his palm he stopped.
Quickly, Kai moved forward, using his arms to grip onto Dabi’s sides as he rearranged their positions. He pressed him against the bed and hovered over a surprised Dabi. The demon regained control of his expression swiftly, the same sultry look from earlier returning.
“My wings hurt like this,” he said.
“I don’t care,” Kai responded.
They stared at one another until Dabi fucking laughed, and Kai’s frustration spiked.
“What's so funny?”
Dabi shrugged and a placed a hand against Kai’s crotch, tracing the shape of his cock with a fingertip.
“You want this, but you’re hesitating as if you have anything or anyone else to go to. It’s amusing, but honestly, it’s kind of pathetic too.”
Kai’s body moved without thought, slapping Dabi hard enough that his head turned sharply to the side. His hand was trembling with anger as he stared down at Dabi, but stalled when he noticed the way his eyes glistened eagerly, the faintest of whimpers lodged in his throat.
“Seriously?” Kai sneered.
Dabi refused to answer, silently watching him still without adjusting his head. Kai leaned forward, cupped his face with the hand that had struck him, and squeezed. He felt the staples lined across Dabi’s cheeks along his fingertips and felt the heavy, hot sensation that had infiltrated his core when they had begun to kiss grow. This man, this creature, that had irritated him for so long and carried himself so boastfully was writhing underneath him from being hit. The strength Kai held in his hands was intoxicating.
“I asked you something.”
Dabi glared, but it looked more like a squint with his cheeks being squished.
“So?” he finally said.
Kai squeezed further and kept his face expressionless as he felt some of the staples shift in Dabi’s cheeks, trying to accommodate the excessive force uselessly. Dabi whined, and Kai felt the sound in his fingers.
“So,” he said. “Answer me. Were you seriously into that?”
Blue eyes almost appeared shamed before Dabi nodded, a low yes tumbling out of his mouth.
Kai’s cock twitched, and he let go of the other’s face.
“Oh, really?” he said. His lips curled into the briefest of grins as he tilted his head to the side, gently caressing Dabi’s cheek where a staple had bled out a little.
“That’s kind of pathetic,” he parroted before he raised his hand and smacked him again. Dabi moaned and rested his head back against the mattress when Kai wrapped his other hand around his cock again. He pressed his mouth against the rough skin of his neck and bit down, indulging in the vibrations of Dabi’s shameless sounds. Half the fucking seminary could probably hear them, but Kai knew they wouldn’t say or do anything—especially if what Dabi was insinuating about sleeping with the others was true. They all shared the same sin, but instead of living in disgrace, Kai refused to feel shame for what he had done, and for what he was about to do.
God forgive me for my sins, Kai thought wryly.
Bruises and angry, vivid teeth marks dotted Dabi’s neck and trailed to his chest and stomach, where Kai found himself breathing against as he hunched over, still roughly pumping the other. Dabi kept shifting, his wings twitching as he mumbled Kai’s name and other curses over and over to himself. When Kai felt a hand reach for his hair desperately, he glanced up to see an utterly debauched expression on Dabi’s face.
“Are you close?” Kai asked. He was surprised at his own breathlessness creeping up on him.
Dabi whined and nodded, one of his hands idly fiddling with his own chest. Kai tightened his grip until the other complained, a hiss replacing his softer sounds from before. He let go then and moved to push down his own pants. Dabi eyed him as he shifted higher onto the mattress.
“The others are going to hear us, do you care?”
“As if it matters at this point,” Kai said.
When they kissed again, Kai let Dabi touch him, warm fingers that he swore heated up encircled him, matching pace with Kai’s rough movements. Their rhythm was anything but synchronized; Dabi nipping at Kai’s lips and neck messily as Kai jerked and restrained his sounds to solely grunts and huffs. He wouldn’t let Dabi hear him, he wouldn’t allow him that validation—not yet at least.
“Shit,” Dabi blurted, eyes shut as one of his tucked away wings twitched, spasming out for a moment and knocking into something Kai couldn’t find himself caring about at the moment. The demon’s body was wired, some of the curses and words that were whined and moaned sounding foreign, as if they were a different language.
“Finish,” Kai demanded.
He slapped Dabi’s hand away from his cock, and instead guided it towards Dabi’s chest. He moaned as he pinched it, and Kai was mesmerized when he saw one of Dabi’s hands trail towards the staples holding together the top half of his chest, two fingers pushing into the divide between mismatched skin. The noise that left his throat was feral as Kai watched him curl the fingers inwards, breaking apart one of the staples and pushing the other. Kai felt him convulse and then tense, blood dribbling out quickly from in between his fingers as he came. Dabi closed his eyes moments later as he pulled his fingers out slowly and moved them down his torso until he reached Kai’s still moving hand, staining his knuckles.
It wasn’t intentional, but Kai’s movements had slowed down as he watched Dabi. His eyes tailed along his movements, up until the other touched his knuckles so gently that it was jarring.
He hadn’t even realized that the soft sound he heard was his own voice, the disinterested expression he had fought to maintain broken as Dabi’s split into a small, but smug grin.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Kai said.
Dabi laughed, his voice thawing off into a whine as Kai finally let go of him.
“I don’t understand how you can still act like such an asshole after all that.”
Kai pushed Dabi away, enough to move his legs to kneel between his warm thighs.
“What are you doing?”
Kai ignored him, moved a hand towards his ass, and dug his nails into the fleshiest parts of Dabi’s skin.
“You got off. Now it’s my end of the deal.”
Dabi’s eyes widened but he was still pliant as Kai rested his hand near his mouth.
He did just that, a thin, translucent string of it connecting his lips and Kai’s hand before breaking as Kai pulled away to wrap around himself. He knew that with all this build up he wouldn’t last long, but there was something in him that needed to feel this, to make Dabi bow in such a way.
He dug his nails into the other’s hip as he slowly pushed himself in without warning, Dabi growling and sitting up in response. The sudden movement made him tight around Kai, an earnest groan escaping him at the heat threatening to engulf him. Kai found a relentless rhythm quickly, the unsanctioned sounds of their skin coming together and apart filling in the spaces left after Dabi’s cries and growls. Kai knew that he should have paced it out, that the man underneath him would no-doubt be in pain from the sudden intensity, but he didn’t care. After all, he had to remember that this wasn’t a man trembling beneath him, reaching out and clawing at his back violently, it was Touya turned Dabi, a miserable excuse for a seminarian turned demon. Or was it the other way around? Regardless, it didn’t matter to Kai as long as the pleasure that was swiftly consuming his veins didn’t stop until he came.
He moved a hand to the base of Dabi’s cock and gripped him pushingly as he rolled his hips, thrusting into him fervently. His head felt light and his vision narrow as his stomach grew tighter and warmer, but the sound of Dabi untucking one of his arms from behind his head and banging the nightstand beside Kai’s bed drew his attention. A necklace clanging on the wood as it moved caught his eye, and Kai’s movements stilled as he reached over towards the nightstand, realizing what it was.
“What are you doing?” Dabi said. Kai was looking over the jewelry, looping it once around his hand as he let it dangle over Dabi’s chest. A crest with a saintly figure on it glimmered in the dim room, and both Dabi and Kai’s eyes focused on the cross at the end of a chain of beads.
Before he could say anything again, Kai placed the rosary around Dabi’s head, which willingly leaned forward so the necklace slipped around his neck. Kai was frozen for a moment, indulging in gazing at the way the dark beads looked on Dabi’s skin, at the way the cross dangled right below the line of his staples as if he were a truly holy man.
“Were you expecting my skin to sizzle?” Dabi mused.
Kai looped the necklace twice around his hand, “Aren’t you fucked up enough already?”
The instant Dabi’s expression faltered into that of annoyance, the sound of a complaint starting, Kai tugged on the rosary hard. He felt the cord holding it together strain, but the way that Dabi’s eyes nearly glossed over, the smallest of gasps leaving him, was worth potentially breaking the damn thing. He kept his hold on it as he started to fuck roughly into him again, Dabi’s groans and noises from before toned down to choked off gasps and raspy breaths. The beads pressed into his palm as Kai twisted harder, the pressure building up in him becoming nearly unbearable.
When the rosary finally snapped, beads scattered across onto the mattress and rolled onto the floor. The crest with the saintly figure was lost, and the cross tumbled towards Dabi’s hips, falling away when Kai rolled into him jerkily. His movements were messy as his chest began to heave, warmth flooding his cheeks.
God, he was so fucking close to being done with it.
He rested his hands on the sides of Dabi’s head then and leaned into him, resting his weight. Kai bit hard into his own cheek, refusing to indulge Dabi in anymore sounds from him, but every time the demon let his head loll back, mouth ajar as another filthy sound tumbled out with a roll of his hips, his teeth dug harder into his flesh, and soon the metallic tang of blood seeped onto his tongue.
“I want to come again,” Dabi confessed as if Kai hadn’t felt how tight he was, how warm his cock felt whenever it brushed against him.
Kai shut his eyes and gripped onto the sheets. He heard the other whine for an answer and hissed.
His voice was gone, the simple word breaking off into a grunt.
“Please,” Dabi said. He turned his head to the side and reached for one of Kai’s wrists with his mouth, kissing it. The gesture wasn’t lewd in the slightest, and the way Dabi looked back up at him was so docile that Kai was taken aback. This gentleness, this vulnerability, maddened him.
He knew Dabi must have had the same expression with the others here. He must have felt the same, sounded the same, yet he was acting as if Kai was his saving grace.
He moved the hand Dabi kissed to his neck and squeezed, cutting off a moan from him and listening to it become a gasp. He moved a hand to Kai’s tensed arm and held on tightly, his other wrapped around his own dick tightly.
“Did any of the others fuck you like this,” Kai said, giving the scarred skin underneath his palm a harsher squeeze. The sound of Dabi trying to breathe sent a chill down his spine, and Kai found himself thrusting his hips up once deep, watching the way Dabi’s eyes watered as he failed to be able to moan.
“Did they use you like this?”
Another thrust, another gasp, and tear at Dabi’s wide eyes.
“Does it give you purpose? Does it make you feel human?”
Kai felt Dabi try to say something and refused to loosen his grip. His eyes were half-lidded, and his claws were in Kai’s arms, the sharp pain of skin tearing pulling out a guttural moan from him as Kai finally felt himself come. His hold weakened, and Dabi wheezed as he breathed, mumbling to himself as Kai continued to move in and out, riding out the waves of built-up pressure finally melting away. He winced as he pulled out and moved away from Dabi, searching for the pants and shirt he had discarded so desperately.
He felt eyes glued to the back of his head as he finished slipping on the clothes and stepping towards his door.
“Where are you going?”
Kai paused, hand holding onto the chilled doorknob. Everything felt so much colder without the demon’s warmth.
“I’m going to shower. Are you going to leave?”
Dabi sat up and stretched out his arms in front of him, “Maybe. Maybe not.”
Still fucking annoying, Kai thought.
“Do whatever you want.”
Dabi smiled, the raw underside of his skin showing where Kai had squeezed.
“I always do.”