Tomura x Dabi Stories

Tomura sat in a wooden chair. He was in the dark. Not a single word came out of his mouth as a bunch of tv screens boomed out different incidents in Japan. But he didn’t focus on any of them. It was only him and his thoughts. He thought of his parents and loved ones dying from his quirk, and how no one stopped to help him except for All For One.

These thoughts haunted him every day, and it didn’t help that his villain costume was basically the hands of his dead family members.

The screams. The blood. The shattering glass. The ashes in his hands. Always on replay.

Tomura rapidly scratched the back of his neck, as he glanced down at his trembling feet, thinking of All Might dying right underneath one of them. He wanted to take him down so badly, just to be All for One’s successor. The scratching soothed him.

Soon more than just nails to his skin would sooth him...

“Tomura. Wake up, stupid.” Dabi said, causing the dry skinned man’s head to jerk up. He looked up at Touya "Dabi" Todoroki, who was wearing a blue jacket and blue jeans with a white tank top.

“I wasn’t quite asleep. I was lost in thought, Dabi.” Tomura glared at him.

“Well I need you for something. Get your @$$ up and come here.” Dabi rudely said.

Tomura got up and looked him straight in the eyes. Dabi nodded then gestured him to follow him into a black and white checkerboard room. Tomura followed, wondering exactly what he needed him for.

Dabi locked the door. The room had absolutely no windows, so the only source of light was the flouressent lights above them. There was a bunch of whips, chains, and other mideval torture devices in the room. In the middle was two comfy cushioned chairs and a small wooden table.

“Sit down.” Dabi demanded.

The two sat in the chairs stimutamiously.

“Why’d you bring me to the Torture chamber? This hasn’t been used in years!” Tomura asked, appearing to be a bit surprised for once. Dabi paused. He looked at all the hands on Tomura, then glanced at his face. It was absolutely hideous to others, but to him it looked like a God’s.“It’s a nice and quiet place to give you an interview before I... I’ll save that in case you answer the last question with a “Yes”.” Dabi blushed.“Alright. Let’s just get this over with.” Tomura sighed. He stretched his arms, making a bone cracking sound.

“Does your lack of pride affect the way you lead our team?” Dabi questioned.

“Yes. I admit I am a crappy leader. There’s a reason why we lost fucking members. I’m trying to improve myself but it’s so hard when I just want everything to turn to dust! I want everyone else to feel my pain!!! Humanity is just a big fat evolutionary dead end, waiting to die out and—”

“Burn into ashes?”

“Exactly, Dabi!” Tomura banged his fists on the table.

Dabi smirked and wrote this on his blue jacket. He then slowly frowned again.

“Okay, next question:

Do you want to be better than everyone else? Even me?” Dabi asked honestly.

“I don’t... I don’t know. Why should I be? We live then we die. That’s it. But All For One is perfection. Even though he wants me to be like him, I will never be as perfect as him... even if I try.” Tomura said drily, as if the scream to the previous question took out his voice.

Dabi shakily wrote this all down.

“I see... What do you think of love and hate?” Dabi scratched his black hair.

“Love is just a mere distraction from my goal. Hate is what fuels me.” Tomura said as his red eye glowed.

Dabi looked away from him. He appeared to be holding something back, as his nails scratched the table.

“Dabi?” Tomura asked, taking his “Father’s” hand off his face.

Dabi wiped his face on his sleeve then looked up at Tomura with bloodshot eyes.

Tomura blinked in confusion.

“Just a sad thought. Nothing to worry about. Anyways ...

When you die, do you want to see heaven or hell?” Dabi said between sniffs.

“Both.”

“Why?”

“None of your damn business, that’s why.”

“Never change, Tomura.” Dabi smirked. He then wrote what he said, his hand still quivering.

“Are you scared of anything?”

“Not at all.”

“Do you miss Himiko Toga after her betrayal?”

“...kinda. Still want her dead, though.”

“Do you have a favorite food?”

“Not really. Everything tastes like sand.”

“Did you ever cut yourself?”

“A lot... But scratching gives me more comfort.”

“That’s kinda sad.”

“Are we almost up to the final question?” Tomura yawned.

Dabi wrote on his jacket sweating intensely. He then closed his eyes tight and scratched the table more, causing his fingers to bleed.

Tomura raised an eyebrow. Dabi usually doesn’t show him this much vulnerability.

“Yes, but this one is hard for me to say now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just...I...” Dabi closed his eyes as he cried blood and put his hands on Tomura’s face.

“Dabi it’s okay you don’t have to ask it if you feel uncomfortable. My appearance does scare people.”

“It never scared me. You’re handsome.”

“Then what is this hesitation?”

Dabi paused. He put his shakey hands in his own hair and closed his eyes thinking of how love was just a mere distraction to Tomura.

“I’m a simp.”

“A what?”

“No, forget that dumb @$$ word.”

“I’m wasting my time.” Tomura got up and walked up to the door.

“Wait!” Dabi yelled. He caused the table and chairs to burn in blue fire. Blood and tears streamed down his stitched up face.

“The last question right? Why are you so tearful about it? You usually don’t cry at all. In fact, I thought you were unable to.” Tomura said as he struggled to unlock the door.

“.... because it’s.... It’s personal.” Dabi said as the flames rose around them.

“Just say it, damnit!!” Tomura angrily said as he backed away from the flames.

“...Do you love me?”

Tomura paused, then said:

“No.”

“...you may leave.” Dabi said solemnly as he lowered his flames.

“No.”

“Why not? I can just unlock the door and—”

“What would’ve happened if I said yes?”

“Oh?”

Dabi’s eyes went from sad to intrigued.

“...Ohhhhh....

Well, it’s pretty dirty... I was gonna have torture sex, which is probably something you’d be disgusted by.” Dabi lowered his head. Tomura walked up to him and picked up his chin.

“Just because I can’t take love, doesn’t mean I can’t take lust, Dabi.” Tomura pinned him against the wall with his index fingers lifted.

“FUCK YES!!!” The stitches on Dabi’s cheeks nearly split from his wide smile.

The two made out as they leaned against the wall. Tomura carefully removed Dabi’s jacket while kissing him. Dabi then dragged him back to the table and took off his own clothes. He got out a whip and smirked.

“Do it.” Tomura whispered with a creepy smile

Dabi straightened the whip, took off Tomura’s clothes, got him naked, and smacked his ashy bare bottom.

He grinned creepily as he heard Tomura’s screams. He loved every single red lash he gave him, and his screams and moans were like Edgar Allan Poe’s Sweet Lenoir.

He did it more and more and more... until his butt cheeks turned as red as roses. Tomura slowly turned and panted to get a look at his own back, but he couldn’t.

“Look at me bastard. Right in the eyes. How do ya feel?” Dabi said emotionlessly.

“Not dominated enough. Go harder. faster. Pull my hair! ADD SOME BITES I WANNA FEEL YOUR TEETH! MAKE ME BLEED WHAT ARE YOU, PUSSY?!” Tomura’s voice cracked at the word “bleed”.

“DON’T CALL YOUR MASTER A PUSSY!!!” Dabi’s eyes widened once more.

“I’M YOUR BOSS WHAT THE HE— AHHHH YES RIGHT THERE!!” Tomura screamed in pleasure once he felt Dabi’s black nails dig into his back. He made the cyan haired man bleed, just as he requested. He then bit his neck hard and sucked on it like Dracula. He tightened the ropes, and Tomura felt like he was in heaven and hell at the same time. His dry skin made him feel immense pain, but at the same time his penis felt harder than Mount Fuji from the bite.

Dabi untied Tomura and played with the blood on his back. He ran his fingers through his shaggy cyan hair while painting a blood heart on his back with the other finger. Tomura came all over the table, unable to move from the rope burn he felt in his wrists and feet.

“Feel something now?” Dabi seductively whispered to him.

“Yes, sexy...” Tomura turned around and smiled. His member displayed in plain view.

“Did .. did you just call me sexy?” Dabi tilted his head.

“Yeah. So?” This wasn’t new to Tomura since he called people “Sexy” or “hot” before.

“... This is the best day of my life.” Dabi clutched his stitched up chest. It felt like his heart was racing.

“Who cares. Do more, ya bastard.” Tomura said sternly.

“With pleasure~ cock and ball torture?”

“Cock and ball torture.”

Dabi looked at the wall and glanced at all the torture devices with an evil smirk.

He thought long and hard: so many to choose from. He felt like a kid in a candy store.

“Just whip my testicules. It’s not that hard.” Tomura said impatiently.

Dabi tied wires around Tomura’s penis and balls, causing it to be forced to lean into his torso. He grunted in response, biting his bottom lip.

Dabi grabbed the whip once more and brought it harshly down on his penis. He did this repeatedly and smiled. It reminded him of the times he beat up stray dogs as a kid just for the thrill of it. He felt blood rush in the back of his ears as he heard Tomaru’s moans.

Cum and blood squirted in Dabi’s face. He paused, then laughed like a madman. Tomura joined in with a laugh so scary, it gives Kefka a run for his money.

Dabi licked the cum and blood, kissed Tomura’s face, then whipped his balls more.

Twice walked past the door drinking a smoothie. He flinched, hearing whipping sounds, the two moaning and screaming in arousal. He dropped his smoothie and said: “I’m not thirsty anymore. Me neither.”