"I told you that you should pierce your dick too."

"Fuck no," Todoroki scoffed.

"Suit yourself," Dabi shrugged. "Feels good is all I'm saying."

"Yeah, only afterwards. The actual piercings? Fuck no, I already got half my face burned."

"Yeah, as if I don't have more than that."

"That's some burn kink of yours, I didn't have a choice with my scar," Todoroki rolled his eyes.

"But you have a choice with piercing your dick."

"And that choice is no."

"I respect your choice, but no."

"I don't give a fuck."

"You're literally so rude."

"Who do you think I got it from?" Todoroki questioned.

"Our father," Dabi shot back.

"You," Todoroki answered at the same time

"Well, anyways, so," Dabi continued on.

"We should've killed him when we got the chance," Todoroki rolled his eyes.

"Hasn't he gone rogue?" I brought up and Dabi nodded.

"I don't want that bastard to have an easy death, there has to be reason to watch the life drain from his eyes. The same way he would watch the fear grow in ours when we were just kids, little fucking kids. We were kids, his kids," Dabi paused, inhaling. "But yeah, I want his ass dead too."

"Anyways," Todoroki rolled his eyes again.

"Yo, anyone wanna tell me what's up Hawks' ass?" Dabi asked and I immediately looked away.

"Don't ask me. I'd like to know just as much as you."

"Oh, damn. Did y'all break up?" Dabi cackled. "He's moody as fuck, it's like he's pregnant."

Dabi fell silent, staring at me.

"You didn't-"

"No, I didn't," I rolled my eyes. "Shoto's not pregnant either," I pointed out.

"Y'all fucked again?"

"Yeah, had that check to fill, remember?" Todoroki cocked his head.

"Damn, was it that day of the photoshoot?"

"Yuh."

"Talking about fucking, Camie wants you," I told Todoroki and he raised a brow.

"Yeah? I'd hit it."

"Go ahead then," I moved aside for him to stand and he waved us off.

"It's amusing to see you smothered in Bakugo's pheromones," Dabi laughed, throwing his head back.

"Is it? I thought it'd make a nice accessory," I flashed him a smile and he tilted his head.

Fingers looping through his tie to tug it, he stared at me.

"Your games are a handful to play."

"Yeah? Guess he hasn't figured that out yet then, huh?" I scoffed.

"I had a hunch at the shoot. Him acting like a dick isn't anything new, but shit like this," he sighed. "I can't put a finger on it."

"When you do, show me," I leaned back. "Real asshole shit is what he's doing."

"Yeah, the models thing was low, even for him, but I think you did great with the whole Bakugo thing then."

"Oh, the shoot was nothing," I laughed. "Do you not know anything else?"

"What? Not like his ass would do something crazy," Dabi chuckled and I smiled.

"Define crazy."

"I don't know? Like stabbing you or something but that's just absurd and-"

Dabi blinked at me when I showed him my arm.

"No-"

His hands were gentle, fingers softly caressing my skin around the wound. There was most healing already done, but still clearly visible.

"Falcons," Dabi paused. "Did he really? He would have to have been absolutely out of his mind, but even then, that's not possible, this couldn't have happened."

"It shouldn't have," I corrected him with a sigh.

"He's here tonight," Dabi stood suddenly and I grabbed his hand.

"Don't."

"No. Something clearly is wrong and he needs his shit rocked, who gives a fuck if he's gonna be leader? Even when he's leader, he can't just-"

"We're opposing mafias," I reminded with a mocking tone.

"Is that what he told you? That's his reasoning and explanation for this?"

"It's extremely valid, I won't lie. But it would have made sense had he not fucking done the shit he did before, then suddenly doing the shit he does now."

"He left our fucking mafia meeting just to get to you, and now he's doing this?" Dabi's jaw was clenched and I sipped a drink handed to me by the waiter.

Placing a hand on his thigh, I felt the heat from his skin through his suit.

"Toya," I stared at him, watching his eyes come to meet mine.

Calm blue eyes were thrashing, seething.

Downing the glass in my hand, I leaned into him, parting his lips with my thumb to kiss him. Letting the liquid slip through my lips to his mouth, I pulled back.

"Easy."

He swallowed, looking away.

"Something clearly isn't adding up."

"There's gonna be a mafia war."

Dabi's eyes widening, snapping back to mine at my announcement.

"You're declaring one?"

"Fuck no," I told him. "Deku says his gut is telling him that. You know that freckled freak has that fucking future sixth sense or some shit."

"Any leads?"

"Not a single one. There's no targets that he can think of either, just that one may be bound to break out."

"It might be ours," Dabi spoke up after a second.

"Why? Just because of some tension? Isn't it worse for a mafia to go to war with theirselves? That's far more lethal than a declaration or other method."

"I can't think of anything else and no current oppositions that are at each other's throats."

"Damn, well if you need backup, you already know it goes without question."

Dabi nodded, staring at me for a longer moment with sapphire eyes.

"How could he have done that?"

"You're still stuck up on that? Rip," I laughed.

"You seem to be handling it well," he shot back.

"If you know how I feel, why would you say that?" I dramatically began to fake sob.

"Falcons," he sighed. "The trauma is showing."

"Is it? Let me just shove that back in the closet real quick and act like I'm mentally stable and healthy."

"Mood. Can't relate. I can't act for shit."

"I'm going to find Shindo and fuck him."

"Right. Go the hell ahead, the cunt doesn't deserve to be asked how he's doing when he did that."

"Right? Fuck that bird bitch. I swear if I see him, I will swing."

"Could you call me first? I definitely want to see that happening. I haven't seen anyone land a hit on his fucking ass but if he gets his ass handed to him, I need that recorded."

"Get out your best camera then," I laughed.

"Talking about cameras, wanna do a porno?"

"How much of the profit would I get?" I sighed.

"Half. I'll be fair."

"I do want to be a pornstar," I agreed.

"Why don't you?"

"It's a lot of work. Have you seen their camera setups and lighting? I can't do all that, I'd need to hire someone to set up the scene."

"We can use my ancient iPhone 3GS."

"Or we can not."

"I upgraded to a four, but Shoto smashed that. That piece of shit."

"Shoto is sexy," I countered.

"I'm not commenting on that, he's my brother."

"I want to make so many step-bro jokes whenever I see you both."

"We aren't even step- you know what, never mind," Dabi sighed.

"So, what? You think the leader used something to wipe your memory?"

"Definitely," Dabi sat up. "Or else don't you think I would remember anything, just anything from the night?"

"I think, I have no think."

"Ugh, I'm so glad I have an intellectual like you to help me with all this."

"Ye."

"Anyways."

"No, wait," I blinked at him. "Why do you not like your leader?"

"Why? You tryna take notes and have your mafia hate your ass too?" He laughed. "He's just the classic piece of shit."

"You haven't met him."

"Still. You can tell shit is shit even without seeing them or knowing them. I mean, whenever anything happens, why is it that Hawks has to deal with it? I currently want to break his fucking nose too by the way, but this isn't about that. He's not the leader yet, and even if he's set to be leader next, doesn't mean shit. The leader should be handling everything for our mafia, yet doesn't do batshit."

"It's basically like Hawks is already in charge, huh?"

"It only seems like that on the outside. Nothing is in his actual control, it's still all that fucking dipshit's doing," Dabi sighed, resting his head on my shoulder.

I rose a brow, not saying anything. Though when I met his eyes, I saw that they were on my arm again.

"You broke our promise," he laughed lowly.

I didn't say anything.

"You promised me before we split mafias, didn't you?"

"I haven't forgotten."

"Then what's this?" He gestured to my arm. "You said you wouldn't let anyone hurt you on your own accord after them."

"My parents?" I scoffed. "Yeah."

"They broke you to your core, then what?"

"I grew up, that's what," I shot back. "I don't back down from my word, need I remind you?"

"Seems like I'm the one reminding you instead. I am not going to sit and fucking watch you go through the same shit as before."

"I told you that'll never happen again, didn't I?"

"You say that but here you are, dealing with his shit, and you know what?"

Dabi leaned forward into me, his flaming eyes narrowed as his jaw locked.

"There's still his fucking feather on your skin."

"Watch yourself," I snapped, my body hitting his harshly to shove him back.

My hand went to his throat, fingers wrapped around his neck.

"Falcons."

Both of us stared at each other with wide eyes and I felt myself begin to shake.

"Your alpha likes him," he realized.

I forced myself to pull my hand back from off of him, hating how I saw the short marks on his neck from my grip.

"I don't."

"That doesn't matter anyways," Dabi's voice was light. "You will eventually, it's inevitable."

His hands went to my arm when my body gave out, tears forming into my eyes before they slid down the skin of my face.

"Why? Why me? Why did he have to-"

"Falcons, hey-"

"Everyone's scent makes me sick now. No matter whoever's pheromones they are, my alpha rejects them unless they're his. His fucking scent is the only one that's left that's fine for me anymore. You know what he fucking did? Gave me his fucking jacket this morning."

"He came to see you?"

"I was asleep, or else my alpha would have felt his presence there."

"Then he had to have known you wouldn't be awake."

"I want to bash my head open on the table."

Before I could slam my head down and hit the wooden table, Dabi's scarred hand stopped me, holding my forehead gently. Warm fingers kept me from cracking open my skull and I bit down on his hand.

"You know that only turns me on," he chuckled. "Though I'm sure you're more aware of that than me, huh? Aren't you the one with a biting kink?"

"Fuck you. Who doesn't have a biting kink? Tell me and I'll bite them and they'll have one too."

Dabi smiled at me, angling his finger that was inside my mouth to touch my tongue. I pressed my wet piercing against the tip of his finger.

"You always amuse me."

With a breathy smirk, he pulled his finger back. Sliding his finger into his own mouth, he sucked it clean before clapping his hands.

"Well, then."

"So we just gonna ignore the sexual tension you just created or-?"

"You're the one who bit me first."

"Get your dick out then, I guess it can't be avoided," I sighed, my hands going to unzip his pants.

To my surprise, he began to unbuckle his belt, tugging it out the loop.

"Changed your mind? I thought you said we weren't going to fuck again?" I cocked a brow at him.

"Guess seeing you again tonight in that dress convinced me otherwise," he laughed.

His laugh was cocky, a short lining of lust under his breath and I stared at him. Leaning into him, I eased my body against his, waiting for his arms to come around me before I kissed his lips. His response to my lips was all I needed, pulling back to get up.

"Lead the way," he gestured, standing up after me.

His heated hand was placed on my back and we moved through the crowd to come to the hall.

"You know, my dress better not get ruined," I told him. "You're kind with my clothes and actually take them off. Shoto just fucking leaves them on and shoves or rips them aside."

"I usually am always interested in sex stories, but that's my brother, so, no."

"You can just be step-bros then," I laughed.

"My dick will go soft."

"What? You already hard?" I turned to look back at him, but he came too close.

Securing his body to mine, he looked at me with a light breath.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?"

"Yeah? Want me to get a fucking feel?" I smiled at him, suddenly stopping for our bodies to collide.

His front bumped into my back, my ass pushing onto his dick and I swiveled my hips to feel him out. He was definitely erect, my mind going hazy when he bucked his hips forward.

"Well?" He mused.

"I need a better feel, you're not close enough," I shot back. "Your pants are in the way."

"Oh, fucking hell."

Shoving us into a room, he slammed the door, pinning me against the door to stare at me. I pressed the tip of my tongue to the inside of my cheek, the metal ball glistening from the dim lighting.

"Undress me," I ordered, my hand going around his tie to pull him closer to me.

His heated hands were quick to touch my thighs, feeling my skin first. I shrugged off Bakugo's jacket, tossing it over the chair. Meeting his eyes again, I snapped my fingers.

"Quick, come on, baby."

Suddenly, he grabbed the neckline of my dress, his fingers curling over the fabric.

"Gentle," I reminded him.

Slowly sliding my dress down, lower from my body, he let his fingers drag against my skin. With my dress falling to my ankles, I stepped out of it, letting it stay on the floor.

"Not wearing anything underneath, as usual, huh?" He chuckled, fitting his face into the angle of my shoulder and neck, kissing my skin there.

My hands tugged his belt, yanking it out of the buckle. Unbuttoning his pants, I pulled the zipper down.

"Kiss me."

His lips met mine instantly, tongue teasing my lip ring when I pushed myself further into him, his hands gripping my hips. I loosened his tie with a moan, gasping suddenly when he pushed me back onto the bed. Leaning over me, his knee pressed down on the mattress, the sheets bunching together where he applied pressure. He kissed me again, bringing a harder heat to our kiss this time and I unbuttoned his collar.

"Fuck, you know what to do," he breathed out into my mouth.

And I threw his jacket off.

His shirt soon followed, falling to the floor and I pulled him entirely onto the bed. While my hands admired his torso, he slid his pants off, boxer briefs following.

"You're pretty, you know that?" I told him with a light voice, fingers caressing his scarred chest and torso.

"Yeah, you never fail to tell me," he looked away when I kissed his scarred arms.

"It adds to your sex appeal, I promise. I can guarantee that to you since I've had sex with you before too."

He shifted to open the condom and I felt his crotch close to mine.

"Your dick's like really hot."

"Thank you."

"No, like, shit is burning."

His eyes met mine this time, chuckles leaving the edges of his lips.

"You're something else, hm?"

I hummed when his lips fell to mine with a warmth that mirrored the warmth between my legs. Hooking one of my legs lazily onto his back, I was not expecting him to immediately thrust in, a breath hitching out of my throat. I had to inhale, pressing my palm to his chest to have him pause for a moment while my cunt adjusted to his entirety. The piercings that lined on the underside of his cock sent a buzz up my spine when he simply leaned into me.

"Thought I'd help make it a quickie, huh?"

"Go ahead and fuck my back out."

"My fucking pleasure."