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The moan that escaped him could have come from somebody else as he felt like floating, weightless, bodiless. For once, all pain had disappeared and he wondered idly if that was how most other people went through life, doing whatever the fuck they did without any stings and aches.
He had tried drugs before but they either weren’t worth it or just didn’t hit it right.
He had never felt like this.
The muscular body over him was cool to the touch, grinding down on him while he met it with little hip thrusts and wasn’t that a fucking fantastic feeling. Pumped to the brim with endorphins, without a care in the world while the probably hottest woman alive was sucking his blood.
Or well, the hottest woman on earth as the life status of his current evening activity was up for debate. She was definitely not dead but neither was she alive.
The red glowing eyes, the way too shimmery hair and those oh so strong thighs caging his own were proof that she was not like the rest of them.
“How you feeling, firecracker,” came her voice after an obnoxious slurp that should be vile but only turned him on further. Maybe he had lost it completely when he had agreed to this. Maybe he had just fallen victim to some vampire magic or some shit. After seeing the rabbit woman in action, he couldn’t write anything off anymore. In a world where vampires were indeed real, there were no boundaries, nothing impossible. Only things that hadn’t been brought to his attention yet.
It had only been a few months since the rabbit hero Miruko had requested a meeting. If you could call it that. She had pressed him against a brick wall and declared loudly that she wanted to join the League of Villains because she was sick of all those tricks and games the heroes were playing.
And hell, he’d believed her.
At that moment, Dabi had already been lost and not only because of the very unfortunate position. He could have easily incinerated them both - unknowingly, he was one of her greatest weaknesses with his firepower. Yet, he didn’t.
Maybe she really had bewitched him with some voodoo or some curse, laid a salt circle around him or something. He didn’t know, he was only a law-avoiding citizen trying to recruit able helpers to make his dream a reality.
It had only taken the rabbit a few tests and he had agreed. Dabi had warned the other members that Miruko probably was a double agent, a spy from the Commission or whoever else was on their asses but that they might have the possibility to sway her for real.
Never could he have prepared for how it went down in the end. Bloodthirsty from the scent surrounding Toga at all times (her words, he couldn’t smell for shit), Miruko had nearly snuffed out the League single-handedly. If Dabi hadn’t lured her outside, All For One could have gone looking for another successor of whatever the fuck he had planned for Shigaraki.
That had also been the occasion he had learnt about the existence of vampires and werewolves and other freaks that couldn’t be explained with quirks.
From then on, she had slowly but steadily introduced him to the world of the supernatural and what else could be laying in wait out there, just waiting for its turn or some stupid fuck to accidentally break some binding curse of sorts. Just one more reason not to touch ancient, dusty books and leave that to Shigaraki instead.
The more he learnt from her, the more he knew how close to turning coats she actually had to be. While Miruko could go out during the day, she had to compensate for the sunlight damage by taking more blood. The Commission provided her with whatever she needed, blood bags and even the offer of live victims had been issued (she had declined). But in return, they asked her to do all the dirty mercenary jobs they couldn’t burden their golden bird boy with. She didn’t blame him although she tried to avoid him when possible.
(“He’s too clever. You don’t get to number two at 22 when you’re dumb. Endeavour had over 20 years, he didn’t need brains. The bird, though, ah, I don’t trust him.”
Dabi had chuckled at that time.
“Don’t you think it’s your prey animal instinct speaking?”
The next moment, he was pinned to a wall yet again, the vampire crowding his space and able to root him to the spot with her glowing red eyes alone if it wasn’t for gravity.)
They had kissed then and many times since, each time a bit more desperate, each time a bit hungrier. Kissing became straight up making out and fucking against grimy walls in abandoned warehouses, and in Miruko’s apartment. Or well, Rumi as he was supposed to call her when they were “off-duty” as if either of them could ever let go. Maybe that was what made it so special, a stolen connection forcefully taken from both sides colliding in the middle and only time would tell if they’d make it out together or if one would be left behind.
Dabi wasn’t sure what exactly they were, he only knew that he’d grown possessive of the rabbit hero. Whenever a reporter came close to her during an interview, a dark growl would escape him - at first unbeknown to him but Toga was quick to point it out with a sly smile on her lips. Of course, she would know. He denied all talk of “love” though. There was no place for that in their world, neither on the hero’s nor the villain’s side.
Tonight had been different though. Rumi hadn’t called ahead, she had only sent a text with a single word.
Come.
Dabi had watched the news, the live broadcast of an especially bloody fight against some wannabe overlord, a newbie who didn’t care about an agenda, about a greater plan. All he had wanted was fame and obedience. Bad news for him then that Miruko had been the first on-site. What became a vicious fight between the two, also caused injuries to bystanders, dumbasses who didn’t care for their own lives if they only could get the best video footage of the woman literally willing to die to save their pathetic asses.
Within five minutes, Dabi had Kurogiri teleport him to a point close to Rumi’s apartment and he let himself in. Child’s play if you had spent the last few months secretly getting in and out without getting seen by anybody. The lights were out as usual when she was alone as her eyesight was way better than his own. Especially recently, the furthest objects blurred more than he was used to, most likely another side effect from using his quirk more frequently now than before joining Shigaraki and his little band of strays. What was one more body function to sacrifice for his goals though?
In hindsight, he might want to bargain for better eyesight so that he at least could have seen the assault coming even if he still had not been able to prevent it. With a violent jerk, he was shoved onto the couch, one hand holding him in place at the shoulder, the other tilting his head back, revealing his throat.
The only thing he did see in the dark was Rumi in all her unhinged vampire glory, white hair flowing, glowing red eyes and glinting fangs, ready to tear out his flesh.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed and it wasn’t one of the bad kinds.
She was drop-dead gorgeous in the most literal sense.
His brain wasn’t the only body part that appreciated the sight.
“Dabi…,” she started weakly, already mouthing at his throat, desperate to take a bite, a drink. “Can I? You smell so good. Please, Dabi…”
And didn’t her pleading do things to his lower regions.
“My bite will help you… I will make you feel so good, not a single bit of pain left. I will suck it right out of you.”
Despite their late-night activities, she had always refused to take his blood. His skin was too fucked up, too easy to severely injure beyond repair (ha), because he couldn’t tell her when it hurt. There were plenty more excuses she had used but tonight she was running out. He could hear it, she wanted to drink and her logical reasoning was switched off.
Her voice was wrecked, hands — as strong as they might be — trembling and shaking, her body was desperate for the fix only blood could give. Dabi squinted hard to discern her current state and even if he couldn’t see a lot, it was enough to take in her dishevelled appearance, her gloves discarded and claws on full display, her hero costume torn at some places. She hadn’t even had the time or the energy to change into casual clothes.
“Be my guest,” he croaked in return, unwilling to look down at her and restricting the already little space in his tight pants even more. Not gonna happen.
He didn’t really feel any pain — no more than usual at least — when her fangs broke the scarred skin but he did feel the soft vibration coming from her as she moaned against him when his blood hit her tongue.
Later, Dabi couldn’t tell anymore if it was the blood loss, the endorphins her teeth sent into his blood vessels or just his general horniness at having a thirsty vampire in his lap, but damn did he feel good. She hadn’t lied, it was something else, especially when she kept grinding against him and not necessarily helping the circulation within his body.
Only her voice asking how he was doing finally dragged him back, somewhat.
“Fucking great. We should have done that sooner, bunny, feels better than sex.”
Rumi snorted as she peppered the holes in his skin with feathery kisses. Not that he could see it but he knew the motion and with a little bit of imagination, it was as if there was no nerve damage at all.
“Better than sex? Don’t insult me.”
He didn’t even feel pain anymore. In fact, he felt on top of the world. And wasn’t that a fucking visual with a queen like Rumi hovering over him, so desperate for something only he could give her, begging him to let her feed from him.
“Gotta persuade me, I guess. I’d be lucky to even remember my name as it stands. Not that anybody could tell cause nobody knows it’s Touya,” he babbled senselessly before Rumi shut him up with a bruising kiss, hungry, relentless. Teeth clashed and she grazed his bottom lip, giving a coppery taste of himself as her tongue as it entered his mouth.
How could one woman be that devastating?
Another moan escaped him before she dragged him a bit forwards, taking care of his duster jacket as well as his shirt, throwing both somewhere into the darkness of the room.
“If that’s your final say, then let me prove you wrong, firecracker.”