What did you tell them?', Shigaraki wanted to know.
While leaning against the car frame, he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked down on Dabi who was squatting in front of a cardboard.
Stopping his movements, Dabi turned around and locked eyes with Shigaraki.
'I said we had an argument.' He scratched the back of his neck, glancing back to the box on the floor. As Shigaraki stayed silent a little too long, Dabi began to feel uncomfortable.
'Which got outta hand,' he added quickly, grabbing the cardboard and standing up.
After he had placed it in the trunk, he stood up straight, letting his sight flicker towards the other man every now and then.
'They don't suspect a thing?', Shigaraki asked and stepped away, to close the trunk lid.
'I believe so,' Dabi whispered, reasurring himself more than Shigaraki with that statement.
'Fine.' A small, silver metal was thrown towards Dabi who managed to catch it at last second. 'I'll drive with you by the way.'
Shigaraki walked off to the other side of the car. They way he had spoken those words, left Dabi insecure, as he tried to gulp the unpleasant feeling away.
He couldn't pin the specific moment Shigaraki had gained that much control over him down, which unsettled him even more.
Opening the door and sliding in beside Shigaraki, Dabi looked to his left. A questioning expression was spread across his face, as he waited for Shigaraki to tell him a location he had to drive to.
'You remember the one old warehouse where we were looking for new members, right?', Shigaraki finally said, moving his hand up towards his neck.
Dabi nodded in understanding, put the key in its intended place, turned it and started the car in that process.
It was still dark outside, although dawn was moving closer and the moon shined still high in the night sky.
The dim light of street lamps that rolled past, crossed Shigaraki's face every few metres, turning his pale skin into an odd, ochre tone.
'You are not the best at hiding your staring either, you know', Shigaraki muttered, running his own eyes over Dabi. Noticing him tense under his intense stare, Shigaraki decided to mess with the other a bit.
'Can't keep his eyes off of me for a few minutes, mh?' He turned in his seat, so that he was sitting on his right leg, and faced Dabi directly.
'And so tensed up,' he said, while leaning to the driver's side. 'Am I making you nervous?'
Dabi felt a gentle squeeze on his left thigh and hot air brushing against the back of his neck.
A soft chuckle rang through his ear, as he kept his eyes safely locked to the road.
When he heard the scratching sound of his zipper, he gained back control over his body and turned to his left jerkily.
'What are you doing?', Dabi asked, almost choking on his own words.
'Loosen you up a bit.' An smile, too innocent for the stated sentence, lit on Shigaraki's face. The red behind his blue strands flamed with lust and passion.
'You've just got to concentrate on the road,' Shigaraki added, while fingering with Dabi's fly. 'Wouldn't want to get us crashed in the end, would you?'
'Shigaraki, I-,' Dabi was cut off, as he sucked in a sharp breath, feeling four of Shigaraki's fingers around him.
'Keep driving,' he ordered, stroking his fingers upwards slowly.
A shaky breath escaped Dabi's lips, as the grip on his cock got tighter.
Due to his eyes locked with the road, he didn't notice Shigaraki leaning down.
He gasped sharply, feeling Shigaraki's raw lips in combination with his smeary saliva on his cock.
Shigaraki traced his tongue over the tip of it, earning a quiet moan from Dabi.
Sliding further down, raised Dabi's volume level with every centimeter.
Shigaraki stopped halfway to run his tongue along the bottom, sending shivers through Dabi's cock and body.
Just as Shigaraki wanted to move farther down, he felt a sudden shake of the car, being caused by Dabi pulling the steering wheel a little too jerkily.
'I said concentrate on the road, didn't I?', Shigaraki said, after he had moved up again, keeping his lips placed on the tip of Dabi's cock, however.
Sending sparkling vibrations down, directly to Dabi's balls as he spoke, made Dabi almost lose his mind.
Trying to choke out an affirmation to show his understanding, ended up in meaningless, shaky pants.
Without blinking an eye, Shigaraki slid back down, going as far as his mouth allowed him to.
He remained in this position, and before he had the chance to move again, he felt Dabi pushing his hips upwards weakly.
Reacting to Dabi's wish, Shigaraki started to move up and down instantly.
Deep moaning filled the car's silence, coming from either side of the two of them.
His hands trembled slightly, while Dabi buried his fingers into the messy, blue bundle of hair in his lap.
By pushing Shigaraki down carefully, Dabi forced the man to take in more of him than he would've on his own.
Shigaraki choked shortly as Dabi's cock hit the back of his throat. I took him some time to adjust to the feeling, but as he managed to calm down he started swirling his tongue around.
'Fuck... Tomura,' Dabi breathed, as he clawed his nails into the steering wheel's fabric.
At the mention of his name, Shigaraki growled deeply, sending a tingling sensation through Dabi's cock.
'Feels... gonna... .' Dabi's pants were getting heavier and stronger with every past second.
His temples felt like on fire, causing a burning feeling to develop in his forehead. He could feel his blood rushing upwards through his veins, spreading a numb feeling through his head.
He couldn't think clearly anymore, with his thoughts spinning and Shigaraki sucking his cock better than he had ever experienced.
A deep moan crossed his lips, as his fingers knotted itself in Shigaraki's strands, holding onto his hair strongly.
He released himself inside of Shigaraki's mouth, giving him the option to choke on his cum or swallow it entirely.
Shigaraki chose the latter, savouring the feeling of Dabi's taste inside his mouth.
Leaving Dabi a panting mess, Shigaraki pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, getting rid of everything he wasn't capable swallowing of.
Dabi had his eyes still directed to the roads, however, had them wide-open and blinked more often than necessary.
In total trance, Dabi didn't notice as Shigaraki pulled his jeans and zipper back up.
'You really kept driving,' Shigaraki said casually, his view directed on the passing houses on his left. 'Guess we'll arrive in a few minutes then.'
His sight shot back to Dabi who was staring at him in disbelief. His mouth was wide-open and his eyes sparkled with mixed emotions.
Dabi, still taken aback by what had just happened, felt anger building inside of him at Shigaraki' s behaviour. His playful innocence got on Dabi's nerves more than he'd like to admit.
'The road,' Shigaraki said coldly all of a sudden. Dabi caught the firm expression on Shigaraki's face only for a glimpse of an eye blink, turning his attention back to the road immediately.
Shigaraki enjoyed Dabi's current state and the pressure he had on him. He knew how much his strange behaviour freaked Dabi out, but just couldn't stop fucking with him - one way and the other.
After all Dabi had done in the past, Shigaraki wouldn't let his new-gained control over him disappear this quickly.
It filled him with happiness, seeing Dabi tense and shiver under his eyes and touch and loved the torture he could put him through.
However, he felt a weird feeling, when he saw the fear in Dabi's eyes if he intimidated him too much.
It scratched on him, almost letting him feel pity for Dabi, wanting to stop his suffering.
Shigaraki told himself, Dabi deserved that bit of sorrow, since what he did.
He did have a good time in the end after all, therefore Shigaraki compared his behaving to a task Dabi had to complete to get what he wanted.
'We're here,' Dabi muttered and got out of the car without another word.
Put the blame on Shigaraki's childishness, but it didn't seem Dabi had the same perspective on it as he had.