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The screen's the only light in Shuichi's room, his eyes fixed on the character as he mashed buttons on the controller and listened to the others in voice chat giving directions as they played. They'd been playing for a while, getting down the mobs, focusing on grinding. Only a few of them had mics, and Shuichi kept his muted.
For a couple minutes now, there was a persistent noise in the background of the chat, a choking, gagging noise.
"Yo, Shig, what's that noise in the background?"
Shuichi had been wondering that himself but didn't feel confident in asking, preferring to lurk in the party on mute because anxiety got to be too much at time.
Tomura's chuckled low through Spinner's headset, sending a chill up his spine. "Someone's a bit… busy at the moment."
"Oh shit, you got a girlfriend over there bro?" Another party member asked, giggling amongst a few other voices.
"Not quite. He's my subordinate, just happens to be pretty good at sucking cock."
Shuichi's face flushed as he listened, eyes wide in disbelief. Shigaraki was… getting a blowjob from someone in the league while in the party? Did he remember giving Shuichi his gamertag weeks ago? Know he was in the party at the time?
"He? … you like guys, dude?"
"Yeah, I'm gay, is that a fucking problem?" Shigaraki hissed, "Cause if anyone has a problem with me being gay and having a guy choke on my dick then you get the fuck out of the party." He spat harshly into the mic, a small whine and gagging sound following afterwards in the background.
"No problem here, dude."
"Yeah, no worries."
Joker420: yeah, no judgement bro
EaterOfWorlds666: all good here.
Shuichi swallowed, typing a reply so he wasn't the only one who didn't say anything.
xOutKastx: yea, that's cool.
"Good." The grin was evident in Tomura's scratchy voice, "now get down the fucking mobs."
Spinner tried to focus on the game and his task at hand, but that was hard knowing his boss was getting head from someone in the league right in the voice chat, even harder hearing the wet sounds coming through his headset. Tomura didn't seem to remember he was in the chat, and didn't acknowledge it at all as they played. For a while no one did.
"So… somebody's suckin' you off right now?" Somebody asked.
"Clearly." Shigaraki responded as they focused on the last boss fight.
"Say… you… got a webcam, Shig?"
That low, raspy chuckle came through the headset again, "you all wanna watch, huh? Maybe… send some money over and I can see if I have a webcam…"
What was happening? What was even happening? Shuichi sat there dumbfounded, eyes wide as the others made vulgar comments and said they were sending money. He didn't know what to do. If he left, he'd draw attention to himself, and if he said he was there he would embarrass himself. So he just sat there, blinking at the screen as they waited for Tomura to get his webcam on, then a window popped up on Spinner's screen, from another platform.
Shigaraki6849 is live. Click to view the private stream.
Shuichi stared at the screen for what felt like ages, the scales of his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. It was the same situation, not watch the stream and look suspicious… or…
He swallowed, clicking the button to view the live stream and leaning back in his chair. The stream had already started, Shigaraki sitting in his gamer chair, a smirk on his face and piercing blood red eyes looking right into the webcam, his hand was tangled in a head of black hair, nuzzled between his open legs.
Shuichi figured out who exactly was sucking his boss off pretty quickly, if the spiky black hair wasn't enough, the dark colored scars tissue covering his naked back gave it away.
Joker420: yo, TF is all over his back?
"Scars." Shigaraki answered simply, "and if any of you insult his scars I will kick you out of the stream and keep the money."
Chaos: ohh? That's sweet. Sure he ain't a boyfriend? ;)
Shigaraki narrowed his eyes, "he's my underling, and he's a whore. We just fuck, that's all. Doesn't mean anything."
Chaos: was only teasing… that's a lil mean. He's right there dude
Shuichi's face heated as he watched Dabi bob his head up and down, Shigaraki taking the webcam from the desk and giving them a better look. He stared, eyes wide as mismatched lips wrapped around the boss' length, and when Dabi swallowed him all the way down, Shuichi could see the outline of Shigaraki's cock in the scarred throat.
Shigaraki held his hair tight, yanking his head up and nearly off before pushing him back down to the hilt, and holding him there until his throat muscles spasmed, choking but not pulling away, Dabi's eyes flickered up to Shigaraki, then the camera, and Shuichi held his breath.
"Look at you, you have an audience." Shigaraki said in a taunting voice, "you just love all the attention, don't you, slut?"
Blue eyes narrowed, but he didn't protest as he was pulled up and down Shigaraki's dick, faster and harder until the man was basically facefucking him. Small whines and choked off whimpers filled Spinner's headset, echoing in his skull as his eyes stayed glued on the screen.
EaterOfWorlds666 : damn, let the man breathe dude. Shit.
Shigaraki could be heard snickering cruelly in the background as he abused his underling's throat, thrusting harder and harder into his mouth and pulling rougher and rougher on his hair. Before long, when his breath is getting labored and Dabi's nails are digging into his thighs, he pulled out, grinning when Dabi followed him with his mouth. Shigaraki patted him on the head with a raspy chuckle, "on the bed, on your knees, face down and your ass up."
Shuichi watched in amazement as Dabi eagerly did as he was told, long limbs climbing up onto the bed. The way the light hit the purples scars and bounced off the golden staples was captivatingly beautiful in a way. Spinner had never seen the vanguard captain without all those heavy, baggy clothes before, and completely naked he couldn't stop staring. Dabi's figure was surprisingly slender, hidden well under his usual outfit and on full display on the screen now. He was thin enough Shuichi could make out the bumps of his spine and could see his rib and hip bones protruding enough to cast shadows on the mismatched pale and scarred patches of his skin. There were comments coming up in the window, but he couldn't look away from Dabi long enough to see them, his heart pounding in his ears as Dabi spread his knees wide and bent forward.
The webcam was set down, giving them a better view of Dabi's full body and most of Tomura. Dabi's hands gripped the sheets, his face flushed as he looked towards the camera. Tomura leaned over him, fully clothed while Dabi was completely naked, and his red eyes joined Dabi's blue ones to stare into the camera. Shuichi's breath caught in his throat.
Tomura's hand came down on Dabi's ass hard, and the muffled shout could be heard through the speakers. The younger man grinned almost sadistically, smacking him again, and again, and again, until the moans and cries were falling freely and the flesh of Dabi's ass was bright red.
It was odd seeing Dabi so submissive. Dabi wasn't like that. Intimidating and quiet whenever Spinner saw him, just looming in the room like this dark presence. He was snarky and rude, extremely blunt and outspoken. Spinner was surprised to see him so quick to obey, allowing his boss to strip him naked, fuck his face, and spank him all on a Livestream. In a way, the more Spinner thought about it, the more it fit Dabi and Tomura.
He wondered how long the two of them had been doing this, how no one noticed or heard them by now. They clearly weren't an item, the two could barely stand each other - they definitely weren't dating… right? He wasn't so sure as two lubed up, slick fingers pressed into Dabi's hole, and Shigaraki's voice softened when he whined.
"That's it, there you go. Be patient now, hold still." A hand with two gloved fingers held Dabi's hip in place as he opened him up, stopping him from thrusting his hips back into the fingers in his ass. "Be a good boy. Hold still."
Joker420: yo, dude, hit his ass again.
Shigaraki glanced towards the screen, then the webcam he'd set down on the dresser. He shook his hand dramatically, " dunno, my hand is kind of sore… Send me a little more money and I'll see what I can do."
Joker420: bro… you a fuckin scam…
Joker420 has donated ¥1,000
"Look at that, my hand feels all better!" Shigaraki grinned before bringing his palm down on Dabi's ass again, making him cry out. He twisted his fingers, then slapped him again, and the cry sounded more like a pained moan. The action was repeated once more, then again. Then Tomura grabbed his boney, narrow hip again and began thrusting his fingers in and out of Dabi harshly, and Dabi was full on open mouth panting, face flushed and eyes rolling back.
"F-fuck… fuck, Shig, oh, god…" he spread his legs even wider, cheek falling forward to rest on the mattress, eyes hazy as they looked at the camera, whining softly before he reached between his legs to stroke himself.
"Ah-ah, don't touch."
Dabi pouted, gave a frustrated little groan but let go of his cock, whimpering as Tomura continued to abuse his prostate, watching him with a cruel grin on his face as his hand fingers kept moving.
"Color?" He asked after a moment.
Dabi glanced back, "green."
Shuichi watched with wide eyes trained on the screen as Dabi was moved around, rolled onto his back and Shigaraki slid between his thighs and spread his long legs on either side of his hips, leaning down to suck on the sides of his thighs.
"Shit!" Dabi jerked, his spine arching as Tomura sucked on the sensitive skin. He writhed against the mattress when the fingers slid back into his ass, thrusting and fucking him clearly for the hell of it now, since he was definitely lose enough. "You're fuckin biting me, fuck!"
EaterOfWorlds666 : hell yeah bite those thighs all up.
Joker420: yeah bite him. This is fucking hot.
Chaos: think Shig is gonna make his goth bf cry by the time they're done?
Joker420: prob. He looks like a crier.
Shuichi just sat there, his eyes darting between the chat and the stream, now becoming painfully aware he was hard. He was really, really hard. Dabi was whimpering and whining as Tomura kept fingerfucking him and biting on his thighs, begging for him to touch his cock which was painfully hard against his stomach and leaking, but Tomura wouldn't touch him.
Dabi reached to touch himself again, and Tomura grabbed his wrist and pinned it down to the mattress, withdrawing his fingers to grab his other wrist and pin that one down too as he kept biting and sucking bright red marks on into Dabi's inner thighs, gradually moving up to bite his bruised ass cheeks. By this point, Dabi was squirming and twitching so much on the bed it looked like he was having a seizure, moaning and gasping and whispering pleas.
Chaos: c'mon man, touch the poor guy's dick already. You're like, torturing him at this point.
EaterOfWorlds666: it's called edging, dipshit. He's edging him.
Joker420 donated ¥1,000
Joker420: yo Shig, slap him a couple times for making so much noise.
Shuichi palmed himself through the front of his pants without thinking about it, watching the dark haired villain writhe on the bed, shamelessly starting to beg. He imagined what it'd be like to do that to Dabi, what it would be like for Shigaraki to do that to him.
Shigaraki straightened at the notification, grinning wide before releasing Dabi's wrists, drawing his hand back and slapping him across the face, one on each cheek. The sound loud and echoing. Spinner rubbed himself harder through his pants.
His grin widened at how fucked out Dabi already looked, and then slapped one of his tits. Taking a pierced nipple and turning it slowly, leaning in to capture his lips. "Color?"
Dabi gasped in a few breaths after Tomura pulled back, eyes squeezing shut while his chest was toyed with and teased. "Green. Fuck me already."
"No." Shigaraki answered quickly, "we're putting on a show, we don't want it to end too fast, do we?"
"If it ends too quick that's on you, creep."
Chaos: oh burn!
Joker420: he's a brat. Smack him again.
Shigaraki hit him again, not even seeing the chat that Shuichi could tell. Then grabbed his chin, other hand grabbing his cock and jerking him off rough and fast. "Mouthy little slut." Dabi kicked his legs, curling up and groaning as Tomura stroked him hard. Punched out groans and whines in the back of his throat rising to a shriek before his body went tense.
Staples pulled painfully as he shook apart, mouth open in a silent scream now as he came all over his stomach. Tomura kept stroking him long after he stopped, then held his jaw firm, tilting his head back. Dabi jerked when Tomura spit into his mouth, swallowing it on instinct. He made a disgusted face when the other man finally let him go.
"Who's too fast then?" Tomura chuckled to himself, rolling Dabi over to his hands and knees. He rolled on a condom before lining up, teasing him some more by rubbing the head of his cock over Dabi's entrance, not totally going in. He reached around, grabbing Dabi's throat and pulling him back until his spine bent at a painful angle, then pushed inside the thinner man in one thrust.
Dabi's eyes rolled back, cursing loudly as Tomura went right to moving, picking a hard and violent pace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, loud even though the speakers.
Shuichi took himself out of his pants, beginning to stroke his rock hard cocks one in each hand as he watched his boss fuck Dabi rough and hard in the bed, so hard the frame smacked against the wall, and Shit, Spinner could hear it through the wall across the room, drilling in the reality that these two were actually fucking in the room right next door. Dabi's choked off sounds became louder and louder, starting to resemble sobs and bloody tears spilled down his cheeks from overstimulation, the unscarred parts of his face turning blue from being strangled.
Chaos: damn, the bitch is a masochist.
Joker420: what a slut.
"See that, Dabi, they think you're a masochistic, slutty little bitch." Tomura purred, the vibration in Shuichi's headset making him shiver, barely able to repress the moan. He imagined Shig fucking him like he's fucking Dabi, and wondered if he'd be able to take that kind of treatment. He imagined himself in the scene, fucking Dabi's face or sucking him off or playing with his tits as Tomura fucked him senseless. He wished he was in that room, wished he was there being touched and fucked by them.
Dabi cried out, tensing up as he came for a second time, shaking and drooling with his eyes crossing as Tomura choked and fucked him through it, only letting go of his throat after he came in the mattress. Like the boss' hand was holding him up, Dabi fell forward into the sheets, and Shigaraki just kept fucking him, not even slowing down. "Color?" He growled out, "color, now! I swear to-"
"Green…" dabi mumbled, voice raspy and wrecked from all the abuse to his poor throat, and Tomura let out a sigh of relief, began fucking him even harder somehow, gripping his slender hips bruisingly tight.
He growled as he thrusted a handful of hard, deep thrusts into Dabi's body, nearly limp in Tomura's hands aside from his shaking. Tomura stilled, buried to the hilt as he groaned loud and deep, his lean muscles tense and defined, spasming as he came. After a moment and a few more shallow thrusts that had Dabi crying and squirming into the sheets, he pulled out and reached over for the webcam, holding up Dabi's hips to get a good shot of the cum oozing out of his gaping, abused hole and dripping down his trembling thighs.
Chaos donated ¥2,000
EaterOfWorlds66 donated ¥1,500
Joker240: you got enough yen from me asshole. But shit that was hot. Do that again sometime. I like your bitch.
Shigaraki grinned, slapping Dabi's ass one more time just to hear him gasp, "I like my bitch too."
Chaos: awe, somebody's in love ;) lmao.
"Shut up. Show's over, you can leave the stream now."
Shuichi looked down at his hands to realize he'd made a huge and came all over both of his hands, his stomach and shirt, and even his pants. "Dammit…" he muttered, standing up and stepping away from the computer for something to wipe his hands with before touching anything.
Only a few seconds passed while he grabbed a shirt out of his laundry basket, then he heard Shigaraki's low voice rumble through his headset in a drawn out, teasingly husky tone.
"Spinner…"
His heart fucking stopped. Right there. His heart stopped and he fucking died.
"Enjoy the show, Spinner?"
Shuichi turned towards the computer slowly, his legs shaking as he walked over. Everyone else had left the chat, left the stream but him. The feed was still going, Tomura looking into the camera with a sly smile as he had Dabi laid out on his back, fingers buried in his ass again.
Fuck. He was so screwed. Shigaraki would probably kick him out of the league, or kill him. He was so screwed. Royally screwed.
Dabi was moaning in the background, somehow hard again from the treatment he received in the time after he came and before Tomura came, and Tomura was taking care if that for him, the camera closer and more intimate now, set on the chair as Tomura laid between Dabi's open legs, his thighs all bruised from the biting earlier, chest heaving with every thrust of Tomura's fingers in his ass and stroke of his hand on his dick.
"Shig… Shig…"
"It's okay, babe. I got you." Shigaraki's voice sounded so much softer.
His hands somewhat clean now, Shuichi typed into the chat.
XOutKastX: you… know it's me, huh?
"You gave me your screen name, didn't you? Think my memory is that bad?" Tomura asked with a smirk, turning to Dabi for a moment, his hands moving faster as Dabi started writhing again, gasping and moaning against the bed, "close, aren't you, Dabi? That's it… almost there. It's okay. Doing so, so good. What a good little whore."
He turned back to the camera, red eyes piercing through the screen, right into Shuichi's soul. "Unmute your mic." What?! "Go on, unmute your mic."
Claws shaking, he pressed the unmute button, his voice cracking as he spoke, "y-yeah?"
"Good boy," Shigaraki purred, "did you cum? When I was fucking Dabi, did you cum?"
Dabi was getting even louder, squirming helplessly on the bed as Tomura continued to fuck him with his hands, trying to get that last orgasm out of his overstimulated body.
He swallowed hard, "yeah."
Shigaraki grinned that signature grin that made Shuichi's heart skip a beat, "good boy. Wanna help Dabi out? He's aroused again even though I made him cum twice, such a greedy brat." He let go of his cock for a moment to slap his tit, making Dabi cry out.
"Don't… don't hit him. Be… be gentle with him now, he's… he's been so good for you." Shuichi said quietly, eyes glued to the screen, to his own private show.
"Gentle?" Shigaraki echoed, kneading the reddened flesh of Dabi's chest, carefully twisting his nipples, alternating between the two. He grinned when Dabi started crying again. "Oh, he likes that… who knew. Said he only likes it rough."
"He's so pretty…" Spinner blurted out, and Dabi keened at the praise, back lifting off the bed, eyes fluttering open to look into the camera with this vulnerable, submissive look. "He's so pretty."
"I bet you look pretty too, don't you, Shu? I bet you're blushing a pretty shade of pink, pink as your hair, probably. I bet it suits you real, real well." Tomura commented, and Shuichi blushed even deeper, "help Dabi out. He can cum on demand, well trained little thing, isn't he? Tell him to cum. Or you can drag it out if you like…"
Dabi whimpered pitifully and there was no way Shuichi could deny the man, no way. He cleared his throat, voice shaking with embarrassment.
"Okay… go on, Dabi…" he shook a little with excitement as he watched, hoping he didn't get hard again from this, "cum for me."
Those blue eyes rolled back, his lashes falling against the purple scars under his eyes when he closed them, whining loudly and shaking, nearly sobbing as he came again, more blood spilling from under his eyes. Shuichi almost felt bad for him, if not for the small smile that crawled across Dabi's face through his tears. Tomura shushed his cries, petting his hair gently as he slowly stroked him until he was soft, then reached somewhere off camera to get a towel and started wiping up the mess on Dabi's legs and stomach.
The white haired villain chuckled softly, poking Dabi's cheek before looking back at the camera, "he passed out."
Shuichi laughed, a little nervous and awkward now that it was all over, watching the aftercare was different then the sex. Tomura was much more careful with Dabi, tender as he cleaned him up.
Blood red eyes turned back to the camera, almost predatorial in their gaze, "next time, you should join us, Shuichi."