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Something Else
Apr. 5th, 2024 07:04 pmDabi and Geten: Thrown together as co-leaders of Team Violet. They hate each other, but as time goes by, they are drawn to each other. Both have problems they don't exactly foresee 100% favorable outcomes for, so after a while, they find they can at least provide comfort and aid for each other. Not an incest ship, and I go into detail by Chapter 2 explaining this. Some tags will be added as I go along, and some will be already there before I get to (x) character/situation. I anticipate this will go about six-ish chapters.
Gt/Db Gt Db Gt+Db Sk Gt+Sk Twice ReD Meta Liberation War, enemies friends lovers, humiliation, codependency, choking, sexual tension, losing virginity, slowburn, assault, jealousy, imprisonment.
Chapter One:
Dabi seethes with resentment over how he's co-leading the Violet Regiment with a man who openly despises him. Who's fault is it though? Didn't he specifically ask to be partnered with Geten? Anticipating a clash of fire and ice, he is determined to see respect in those eerily lovely eyes, even if it kills one of them.
Dabi was going to kick that frigid little butthole's ass. He'd been fanticizing about it for days. Normally, he didn't let things bother him. He lived life in a numb haze where any ill will was directed at his father so he'd be sharp and focused on his rage during their inevitable confrontation. The ice guy had gotten under his skin from the very beginning. It had been all that talk about 'your meta ability determines if you get to live', in a smug tone. Then he had to call out Dabi's weakness seconds after they met, as if to imply he was already the loser before they even started. All his cronies must have fed him intel about his genetic weakness before they met face-to-face, so he showed up already feeling a disdainful sense of supremacy.
Dabi had expected Ice Guy to be humbled a little by the Meta Liberation Army leader's defeat by Shigaraki, but oh no....he was even more of a twat, if that was possible. Dabi was constantly frustrated working along side him heading the Violet Regiment. He'd see those luminous pupils staring at him under that hood keeping his face deeply obscured, and he'd know they'd get nothing worthwhile accomplished that day. Instead, Dabi would be subjected to digs about how the ice guy could run their regiment on his own, and how Dabi was a useless burden foisted upon him by League of Villain interference.
That truth of the statements annoyed Dabi. He knew nothing about running part of the Liberation Shadow Army, and he didn't care to learn. It's not like they really did anything. The commanders under them ran the whole regiment and called meetings with them to report on what they planned every so often. Ice Man would give them his approval or sometimes make a suggestion, then meeting over. He was in the way and only existed to be annoyed. It annoyed him he wanted to see more of the face under that hood and hear more of that soothing voice that would roll over him smooth as silk until the ice man would expose his true feelings with a catch in his tone throwing out a snide comment. His favorite thing to do was remind Dabi how he had no chance in a one-on-one fight. He badly wished he could depersonalize him like he was able to do when they first met, when his adversary had appeared as a shapeless lump of flesh under an ugly parka, face obscured in shadow, like a tinier version of Kurogiri, the being of amorphous fog who'd babysit Shigaraki through his most petulant childish behavior.
-But he had seen his face, and it annoyed him how he wanted to see more of it, but he wanted to see it how it had been that very first time before their eyes met, and the ice man's expression had twisted into pure undiluted hate. He had almost snarled at him. He never got that dramatic since, but he would still glare at Dabi, expression ice cold, reminding him again and again that if they fought, Dabi would surely lose.
"Your boss wouldn't be happy if I killed you. He'd think it was my fault," the ice man would remark in his smooth voice which might catch only the slightest with hurt and hate and disdain. He'd never spell out all his dysfunctions in detail, but Dabi would see him gagging and taking a step back from the scent of burned flesh that sometimes came off him.
Dabi was finally able to get him to shut his mouth about it when he came back with, "Shigaraki is YOUR boss now. Maybe I should talk him into making you his fuck toy. He's used to sticking it into something cold."
Right after saying it, Dabi was instantly annoyed by the thought of Shigaraki actually being interested to gain satisfaction from the slight flash of fear in those incredible eyes. It didn't matter how Shigaraki was too invested in his plans for destruction and chaos to cave into his more base desires. Surely they'd never have a reason to say two words to each other, and Shigaraki didn't even care enough to ask why Dabi had requested to be paired up with the ice gremlin.
"I'm doing you a favor," Dabi had told him after being berated for the umpteenth time, "If our leader had to deal with you, he'd turn you to dust in the first minute. That's because you are an idiot who can't keep your mouth shut. You are, aren't you? Didn't you say you never went to school?"
Ice guy had replied indignantly, "I didn't, but that doesn't mean I never received an education! The Grand Commander and other lieutenants home schooled me! I've read Meta Liberation War from front to back, and they told me I could hold my own against a pro hero."
Occasionally, they'd put heads together with Twice heading Team Black, and that would annoy him. His friend's affable looniness would make the ice man giggle in childish glee in a way he never heard when they were alone together. "Icy" seemed to believe Twice was joking around when he'd habitually contradict himself. Twice might clap "Icy" on the back telling him what a great guy he was, only to say a second later, "No he's not! He iced my entire army with one attack!"
"Icy" would giggle again, treating it as a complement while Dabi would seethe and wish the meeting was over already.
-But anyway, it was best Dabi stop thinking about minor annoyances and keep his eye on the prize. He had a plan. After days of scouting and scheming, he believed he had a way to beat the ice man. It would be tough, but his plan hinged on keeping his adversary closed in with the least amount of water on hand as possible. He finally had worked out the ice man's -Geten's- limitation. It wasn't much of one, but he was unable to make large amounts of ice from his own body. He could only manipulate existing ice or call water to come rushing at him, which he'd freeze in an instant. His range was incredible. Dabi had seen firsthand how he'd destroyed the Twice army -and killed a few of his own- by exploding the water mains around the city as far as the eye could see into icy shrapnel bombs. If his limitation was only being able to manipulate existing water which he could pull toward him from an incredible distance, then that wasn't much of a limitation at all. How annoying to have that fact rolling around in his head while he thought of ways to beat him.
If anything, Geten's quirk made Dabi acutely aware of how there was water freakin' everywhere. Even if they were in a desert, would Geten be able to force some hidden aquifer to come rushing toward him? Did he have to know where the water was to summon it? Surely, he couldn't have known the position of every underground water main he'd obliterated. If Dabi fought him in the open air, Geten would defeat him. Even if Dabi had a hidden advantage he was yet to spring on Geten -which he did- it wouldn't matter much if Geten buried him under an avalanche of ice or used ice as a bludgeon to beat his head in. Barring that, he'd wait him out with his limitless supply of water until Dabi was consumed by his own flames.
Dabi might have lost after their first encounter if Gigantomachia hadn't swatted Geten out of the air like a troublesome insect, knocking him out. He'd never get a break like that again, so when he attacked, he'd have one chance to get it right, and he had to move fast.
After mapping out water mains in the villa and studying Geten's habits, he figured his best shot was to corner him in one of the basement floors where they'd be closed in. This would put limitations on Dabi's fire as well as Geten's ice, but it's not like he had to use up the oxygen and burn the place down. If he could force the little gremlin into close combat, then he could concentrate his flames to teach him a lesson really fast. It was a good plan.
The ice man would be suspicious if Dabi tried to lure him to a lower level, so the plan was to convince Twice into calling a special meeting of the three of them. Twice was so trusting and wouldn't suspect Dabi of manipulating him. He acted like he was coming up with suggestions to goof around, like wouldn't it be hilarious to make copies of all three of them to head regiments all over the city? In the meantime, the three of them could hang out in the villa doing absolutely nothing in the lap of luxury while the copies were in on the action. After all, who needed this nonsense? Twice took in Dabi's brainstorming, then acted like he came up with the ideas all on his own. Why not? Nobody knew his quirk better than he did, after all.
Dabi ended up annoyed once more when they had their 'top secret basement level' meeting, and "Icy" acted impressed Twice could make clones of them that were able to use their 'meta abilities', even if they were much weaker. They spent a while coming up with different scenarios, and then, as if "Icy" was motivating Dabi extra hard to see his plan through, he told Twice about how his clone would absolutely beat Dabi's in a fight. They should try it out sometime. In fact, he had sneaked up on Dabi from above so effectively when they first met that he could have killed him without him even knowing he was there.
"Why didn't you kill the bastard?" Twice replied, clapping his blue flame user friend on the back to show he was joking, but then he got serious and asked, "Was there a reason you held back? Why would you if you were ordered to kill him?"
"I wanted to make it fun and show him my ice dragon before I killed him. I don't get out much, and hardly anybody has seen my dragon."
A water bottle sitting on a nearby table burst, and Geten sent a miniature version of his frozen dragon floating toward them to demonstrate. Dabi felt sorry for him just then. It was obvious he was trying hard to impress Twice and make him think he was cool. He didn't feel enough pity to weaken his resolve to kick his ass though. That was still happening, and hopefully soon.
The three men spent a while coming up with different scenarios. Twice would come up with an idea, congratulate himself, suddenly berate himself, then come up with a contradictory idea that was just as effective. Dabi left the meeting unsure if they had cooked up pure genius or wasted their time with sure failure. He had to remind himself none of that was even the point of this exercise.
When the meeting broke up, Dabi waited around to be sure Twice left first, and the ice man was given a head start to leave in a different direction. He followed close enough behind with a pretty good idea of what route he'd take back to his suite of rooms in the upper floors. His battleground of choice would be at the end of a hallway where Geten would make the choice to turn left for the stairwell or right to the elevator.
Dabi knew he'd take the elevator because his living quarters were on an upper level. The ice guy trained hard and kept in good shape, but he wasn't one to ponderously slog up stairs. The plan was to catch him at the end of the hallway where he'd either stand his ground and take his beat down right there, or he'd run to the elevator in a panic and find it tied up on an upper level. Earlier, Dabi had paid someone to haul a bunch of random crap from the floor below where he was currently staying, and he timed it to be ongoing when the meeting was over. It was a detail that wasn't needed, but it amused him.
His target was just ahead of him. Dabi quickened his pace to catch up, and when the bastard was at the end of the hallway, he lit up his right arm and shoulder with his brilliant blue flame while shouting, "TURN AROUND!! I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE A CHEAP SHOT AT YOUR BACK!!"
The ice man turned around and glared at him in shock and a little fear. His hands were in his pockets, as if he had been warned by a sixth sense. His lips turned up into a snarl as he pulled two frozen water bottles out that instantly exploded into a mass of ice he managed to shape into a sloppy barrier.
"DAMMIT!" Dabi cursed. He could tell in that split second before the barrier closed him off that his quarry had booked it to the stairs.
The barrier was no obstacle. The heat from his fire made it splinter and crumble before he was even close enough to punch his way through. Just as he burst through the door to the stairs, he could hear an explosion and sudden spray in the distance. The ice bastard must have summoned water at the expense of a wall and pipe somewhere. Dammit..dammit..dammit times ten.
Dabi cursed the icy little butthole more when he saw the stairs and hand rails coated with slippery ice. He was likely using it to launch himself up each flight of stairs at record speed. Dabi saw the urgency of catching him while he was still on the stairs, otherwise he'd lose him if he darted onto a random floor. He put on his fire and swung himself up whole sections of stairs at a time, and he flew around corners quick as a flash. The heat from his flames made the ice on the hand rails drip and fall away; ice at his feet cracked and crumbled. He slipped here and there, but not enough to lose momentum.
Dabi caught up with Geten right after he found the source of his ice spraying out of a broken section of wall. He sent a burst of flames to momentarily break the connection. After rounding the next corner, he saw Ice Man shooting up the next flight of stairs almost to the top. Caught up in the momentum, he had kept going without leaving the stairs, or maybe he was so self-confident he thought he could outrun him all the way to his own floor. He'd soon realize his mistake and be forced to stand his ground.
Dabi caught up with Geten while they were exactly halfway up a flight of stairs. In an instant, Geten encased his hands and legs in solid ice. When Dabi awkwardly spun him around to slam him on his back, painfully digging the edges of the stairs into his body in several places, he screamed and went for his attacker's face with hands coated with wicked icy claws.
This defense was no match for Dabi's powerful flames. He roughly squeezed both hands clawing at him making the ice break and fall away splashing to the ground completely melted. The air hissed around them as water boiled and became steam. Dabi straddled Geten to keep him down, and he drew back his fist to strike him. He thought better of it because he couldn't see where he was punching. Still pinning one arm down, he yanked the little prick's hood back to get a good close look at his pretty little face.
Luminous weepy eyes glared at him from a flushed face framed with damp stringy white hair. He was still pretty in that condition. The nature of his quirk caused a shimmering mist of frost to float in front of his eyes and collect around his pale lashes. Dabi could tell he was exuding fury to mask his terror, and he was desperately reforming ice around his body from the rapidly boiling water in an attempt to save himself. The air around them became thick, humid and difficult to breathe. Dabi knew then if he meant business, he could win a death match. His plan had worked perfectly. How much of a shock was it to the ice man who had been trained by ReDestro to fight Dabi as a long range opponent on an open battlefield with lots of room? -And now he was cornered. Close combat was a weak point, even if he was in shape, because he was so tiny.
"I'll...freeze...the blood in your veins!" Geten barely got out in a raspy voice in between heaving breathes. He shook, turned his head slightly and expelled a glob of vomit.
Chuckling, Dabi replied in his usual lazy tone, "Funny thing, that. I get burned by my own flames but...."
He put his face an inch from Geten's grinning madly. "I'm resistant to your ice!"
Geten choked and coughed out of breath. His eyes widened in a look showing he could no longer mask his terror. He cried out in a way like he might scream or plead, but he couldn't get enough air to keep it going. Dabi couldn't help but think he looked endearing like this, even dripping snot with puke coated lips. He was still futilely trying to use his quirk to freeze Dabi's blood. Rather than cause damage, it felt good, so good that he made a striking transformation. When he put his blue flames on to look more threatening, all the damaged areas of his body lit on fire with no pain. He had transformed into the version of himself he should have been if his genes weren't all fucked up. He had become a blue flame version of the father he so despised with flames shooting out of his eyes and ears and jaw like a beard. They colored his arms and shoulders and around his legs. Geten was still frantically bringing ice up to coat his body for protection. The air had become unbearably thick, and both men heaved and coughed.
Dabi wrapped his hands around the thick, fur-lined fabric covering Geten's throat and squeezed. He didn't put enough pressure to hurt him, but he wanted to revel in his victory. The ice bastard was finally looking at him with the expression of fear and awe he had fantasized about seeing for so long.
Gasping for breath, Dabi managed to quickly whisper in his ear through clenched teeth, "You only deserve to live...because I want to FUCK you!"
That's all he could manage to say, but it was all he needed to say. He had wanted to tell him he deserved to live because he wanted to fuck him like a caveman and choke him out on his dick but keeping it short was fine considering the circumstances. Just then, he had the urge to jam his tongue into that pretty mouth to taste him vomit and all.
Now wasn't the time. The air around them was becoming a stifling agony to breath, and not just because of the humidity. Dabi needed to shut his flames off or they'd use up the oxygen. He would revel in his victory a second longer. Geten was still coughing uncontrollably. His lungs heaved, and he trembled violently, arching his back to escape the pain of the stairs digging into him and suck in more air. A second later, Dabi felt him go limp beneath him. The hazy eyes swimming in tears rolled back into his head.
The moment Geten lost consciousness, Dabi felt the pain of his quirk hit him with full force. He switched it off and tried standing, but he spun around and stumbled rolling down the stairs. He felt his head hit the floor at the bottom. Stunned, he lied still and waited for the air quality to improve.
Sometime later -Dabi didn't know how long- he stood up with a groan. The air around him smelled like water-soaked ash. There was water everywhere. Even though no nearby ice had survived their scuffle, Geten had never been in danger of running out of water. Speaking of....Dabi could tell the ice man had come to long enough to turn himself over to try crawling on hands and knees up a few stairs. He had collapsed and either passed out again or he didn't have the energy to go on. He was soaked through, and water covered the stairs around his body. Dabo had also been lying in a puddle at the bottom of the stairs. He also noticed Geten may have vomited a foamy substance. He could see it by the left side of his face facing toward it. Unconscious or not, the white-haired man was breathing with hard raspy breaths.
Dabi didn't have it in him to continue the fight. His energy was bottomed out. He made his point. Reaching into the inner pockets of his leather jacket, he found his favorite support item. Inside a flame-retardant pouch, he always kept an open pack of smokes and a spare. He tapped one out and lit it with his finger.
As he smoked, he watched Geten waiting to see if he'd make a move. He had a strong urge to jam his foot hard onto his shoulder to flip him over, but he didn't want to risk having the ice gremlin find the energy to lunge at him and try to gouge his eyes out with vomit encrusted icy claws. -So he left him alone. Finishing his cigarette, he flicked the smoldering butt toward the sodden man just missing the shaggy white hair hanging over his face.
I'll bet he's still pretty even looking like shit, Dabi thought. Ice Guy was pretty enough in the face Dabi hadn't been sure if he was a man or a woman. He'd asked Skeptic about it when they discussed their 'top secret' mission. The master of intel had assured him Geten was a man, so he'd better put whatever nasty thought he was having out of his mind. He hadn't said it in an unfriendly way. It was more like amusement.
"GROSS!" Geten shouted interrupting his thoughts. "I can't believe you tossed your disgusting cigarette butt at my face!"
Dabi stared up with a shitty grin as Geten painfully hauled himself up to his feet. He started up the stairs almost slipping in the water. He recovered by freezing his hand to the railing and feet to the stairs to keep himself steady. Then he laboriously trudged up the stairs, feet crunching in the partly frozen water. When he got to the top, Dabi got what he wanted when he turned his head slightly to glare at him through a luminous gray eye filled with hate and hurt.
"You're putting me through a lot of trouble," Geten told Dabi in a smooth slightly petulant voice. "I'll be forced to explain why we decided it was a good idea to spar in the stairwell. I'll have to bring it to Skeptic. He will think I'm a moron, but at least he won't be mad."
Just then, Dabi realized his plan was going better than he could have hoped for. Geten would cover for them after being handled. He'd explain the damage to the villa, and Dabi wouldn't have to lift a finger or face consequences.
"Don't you dare let ReDestro know about this!" the ice man warned him, "I don't want to trouble him with stupid stuff!"
At that, Geten rounded the corner and disappeared through a door back into the main building. Dabi would do the same, but he had no idea of where in the villa he even was. Maybe he could catch up to him and ask for directions.
Gt/Db Gt Db Gt+Db Sk Gt+Sk Twice ReD Meta Liberation War, enemies friends lovers, humiliation, codependency, choking, sexual tension, losing virginity, slowburn, assault, jealousy, imprisonment.
Chapter One:
Dabi seethes with resentment over how he's co-leading the Violet Regiment with a man who openly despises him. Who's fault is it though? Didn't he specifically ask to be partnered with Geten? Anticipating a clash of fire and ice, he is determined to see respect in those eerily lovely eyes, even if it kills one of them.
Dabi was going to kick that frigid little butthole's ass. He'd been fanticizing about it for days. Normally, he didn't let things bother him. He lived life in a numb haze where any ill will was directed at his father so he'd be sharp and focused on his rage during their inevitable confrontation. The ice guy had gotten under his skin from the very beginning. It had been all that talk about 'your meta ability determines if you get to live', in a smug tone. Then he had to call out Dabi's weakness seconds after they met, as if to imply he was already the loser before they even started. All his cronies must have fed him intel about his genetic weakness before they met face-to-face, so he showed up already feeling a disdainful sense of supremacy.
Dabi had expected Ice Guy to be humbled a little by the Meta Liberation Army leader's defeat by Shigaraki, but oh no....he was even more of a twat, if that was possible. Dabi was constantly frustrated working along side him heading the Violet Regiment. He'd see those luminous pupils staring at him under that hood keeping his face deeply obscured, and he'd know they'd get nothing worthwhile accomplished that day. Instead, Dabi would be subjected to digs about how the ice guy could run their regiment on his own, and how Dabi was a useless burden foisted upon him by League of Villain interference.
That truth of the statements annoyed Dabi. He knew nothing about running part of the Liberation Shadow Army, and he didn't care to learn. It's not like they really did anything. The commanders under them ran the whole regiment and called meetings with them to report on what they planned every so often. Ice Man would give them his approval or sometimes make a suggestion, then meeting over. He was in the way and only existed to be annoyed. It annoyed him he wanted to see more of the face under that hood and hear more of that soothing voice that would roll over him smooth as silk until the ice man would expose his true feelings with a catch in his tone throwing out a snide comment. His favorite thing to do was remind Dabi how he had no chance in a one-on-one fight. He badly wished he could depersonalize him like he was able to do when they first met, when his adversary had appeared as a shapeless lump of flesh under an ugly parka, face obscured in shadow, like a tinier version of Kurogiri, the being of amorphous fog who'd babysit Shigaraki through his most petulant childish behavior.
-But he had seen his face, and it annoyed him how he wanted to see more of it, but he wanted to see it how it had been that very first time before their eyes met, and the ice man's expression had twisted into pure undiluted hate. He had almost snarled at him. He never got that dramatic since, but he would still glare at Dabi, expression ice cold, reminding him again and again that if they fought, Dabi would surely lose.
"Your boss wouldn't be happy if I killed you. He'd think it was my fault," the ice man would remark in his smooth voice which might catch only the slightest with hurt and hate and disdain. He'd never spell out all his dysfunctions in detail, but Dabi would see him gagging and taking a step back from the scent of burned flesh that sometimes came off him.
Dabi was finally able to get him to shut his mouth about it when he came back with, "Shigaraki is YOUR boss now. Maybe I should talk him into making you his fuck toy. He's used to sticking it into something cold."
Right after saying it, Dabi was instantly annoyed by the thought of Shigaraki actually being interested to gain satisfaction from the slight flash of fear in those incredible eyes. It didn't matter how Shigaraki was too invested in his plans for destruction and chaos to cave into his more base desires. Surely they'd never have a reason to say two words to each other, and Shigaraki didn't even care enough to ask why Dabi had requested to be paired up with the ice gremlin.
"I'm doing you a favor," Dabi had told him after being berated for the umpteenth time, "If our leader had to deal with you, he'd turn you to dust in the first minute. That's because you are an idiot who can't keep your mouth shut. You are, aren't you? Didn't you say you never went to school?"
Ice guy had replied indignantly, "I didn't, but that doesn't mean I never received an education! The Grand Commander and other lieutenants home schooled me! I've read Meta Liberation War from front to back, and they told me I could hold my own against a pro hero."
Occasionally, they'd put heads together with Twice heading Team Black, and that would annoy him. His friend's affable looniness would make the ice man giggle in childish glee in a way he never heard when they were alone together. "Icy" seemed to believe Twice was joking around when he'd habitually contradict himself. Twice might clap "Icy" on the back telling him what a great guy he was, only to say a second later, "No he's not! He iced my entire army with one attack!"
"Icy" would giggle again, treating it as a complement while Dabi would seethe and wish the meeting was over already.
-But anyway, it was best Dabi stop thinking about minor annoyances and keep his eye on the prize. He had a plan. After days of scouting and scheming, he believed he had a way to beat the ice man. It would be tough, but his plan hinged on keeping his adversary closed in with the least amount of water on hand as possible. He finally had worked out the ice man's -Geten's- limitation. It wasn't much of one, but he was unable to make large amounts of ice from his own body. He could only manipulate existing ice or call water to come rushing at him, which he'd freeze in an instant. His range was incredible. Dabi had seen firsthand how he'd destroyed the Twice army -and killed a few of his own- by exploding the water mains around the city as far as the eye could see into icy shrapnel bombs. If his limitation was only being able to manipulate existing water which he could pull toward him from an incredible distance, then that wasn't much of a limitation at all. How annoying to have that fact rolling around in his head while he thought of ways to beat him.
If anything, Geten's quirk made Dabi acutely aware of how there was water freakin' everywhere. Even if they were in a desert, would Geten be able to force some hidden aquifer to come rushing toward him? Did he have to know where the water was to summon it? Surely, he couldn't have known the position of every underground water main he'd obliterated. If Dabi fought him in the open air, Geten would defeat him. Even if Dabi had a hidden advantage he was yet to spring on Geten -which he did- it wouldn't matter much if Geten buried him under an avalanche of ice or used ice as a bludgeon to beat his head in. Barring that, he'd wait him out with his limitless supply of water until Dabi was consumed by his own flames.
Dabi might have lost after their first encounter if Gigantomachia hadn't swatted Geten out of the air like a troublesome insect, knocking him out. He'd never get a break like that again, so when he attacked, he'd have one chance to get it right, and he had to move fast.
After mapping out water mains in the villa and studying Geten's habits, he figured his best shot was to corner him in one of the basement floors where they'd be closed in. This would put limitations on Dabi's fire as well as Geten's ice, but it's not like he had to use up the oxygen and burn the place down. If he could force the little gremlin into close combat, then he could concentrate his flames to teach him a lesson really fast. It was a good plan.
The ice man would be suspicious if Dabi tried to lure him to a lower level, so the plan was to convince Twice into calling a special meeting of the three of them. Twice was so trusting and wouldn't suspect Dabi of manipulating him. He acted like he was coming up with suggestions to goof around, like wouldn't it be hilarious to make copies of all three of them to head regiments all over the city? In the meantime, the three of them could hang out in the villa doing absolutely nothing in the lap of luxury while the copies were in on the action. After all, who needed this nonsense? Twice took in Dabi's brainstorming, then acted like he came up with the ideas all on his own. Why not? Nobody knew his quirk better than he did, after all.
Dabi ended up annoyed once more when they had their 'top secret basement level' meeting, and "Icy" acted impressed Twice could make clones of them that were able to use their 'meta abilities', even if they were much weaker. They spent a while coming up with different scenarios, and then, as if "Icy" was motivating Dabi extra hard to see his plan through, he told Twice about how his clone would absolutely beat Dabi's in a fight. They should try it out sometime. In fact, he had sneaked up on Dabi from above so effectively when they first met that he could have killed him without him even knowing he was there.
"Why didn't you kill the bastard?" Twice replied, clapping his blue flame user friend on the back to show he was joking, but then he got serious and asked, "Was there a reason you held back? Why would you if you were ordered to kill him?"
"I wanted to make it fun and show him my ice dragon before I killed him. I don't get out much, and hardly anybody has seen my dragon."
A water bottle sitting on a nearby table burst, and Geten sent a miniature version of his frozen dragon floating toward them to demonstrate. Dabi felt sorry for him just then. It was obvious he was trying hard to impress Twice and make him think he was cool. He didn't feel enough pity to weaken his resolve to kick his ass though. That was still happening, and hopefully soon.
The three men spent a while coming up with different scenarios. Twice would come up with an idea, congratulate himself, suddenly berate himself, then come up with a contradictory idea that was just as effective. Dabi left the meeting unsure if they had cooked up pure genius or wasted their time with sure failure. He had to remind himself none of that was even the point of this exercise.
When the meeting broke up, Dabi waited around to be sure Twice left first, and the ice man was given a head start to leave in a different direction. He followed close enough behind with a pretty good idea of what route he'd take back to his suite of rooms in the upper floors. His battleground of choice would be at the end of a hallway where Geten would make the choice to turn left for the stairwell or right to the elevator.
Dabi knew he'd take the elevator because his living quarters were on an upper level. The ice guy trained hard and kept in good shape, but he wasn't one to ponderously slog up stairs. The plan was to catch him at the end of the hallway where he'd either stand his ground and take his beat down right there, or he'd run to the elevator in a panic and find it tied up on an upper level. Earlier, Dabi had paid someone to haul a bunch of random crap from the floor below where he was currently staying, and he timed it to be ongoing when the meeting was over. It was a detail that wasn't needed, but it amused him.
His target was just ahead of him. Dabi quickened his pace to catch up, and when the bastard was at the end of the hallway, he lit up his right arm and shoulder with his brilliant blue flame while shouting, "TURN AROUND!! I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE A CHEAP SHOT AT YOUR BACK!!"
The ice man turned around and glared at him in shock and a little fear. His hands were in his pockets, as if he had been warned by a sixth sense. His lips turned up into a snarl as he pulled two frozen water bottles out that instantly exploded into a mass of ice he managed to shape into a sloppy barrier.
"DAMMIT!" Dabi cursed. He could tell in that split second before the barrier closed him off that his quarry had booked it to the stairs.
The barrier was no obstacle. The heat from his fire made it splinter and crumble before he was even close enough to punch his way through. Just as he burst through the door to the stairs, he could hear an explosion and sudden spray in the distance. The ice bastard must have summoned water at the expense of a wall and pipe somewhere. Dammit..dammit..dammit times ten.
Dabi cursed the icy little butthole more when he saw the stairs and hand rails coated with slippery ice. He was likely using it to launch himself up each flight of stairs at record speed. Dabi saw the urgency of catching him while he was still on the stairs, otherwise he'd lose him if he darted onto a random floor. He put on his fire and swung himself up whole sections of stairs at a time, and he flew around corners quick as a flash. The heat from his flames made the ice on the hand rails drip and fall away; ice at his feet cracked and crumbled. He slipped here and there, but not enough to lose momentum.
Dabi caught up with Geten right after he found the source of his ice spraying out of a broken section of wall. He sent a burst of flames to momentarily break the connection. After rounding the next corner, he saw Ice Man shooting up the next flight of stairs almost to the top. Caught up in the momentum, he had kept going without leaving the stairs, or maybe he was so self-confident he thought he could outrun him all the way to his own floor. He'd soon realize his mistake and be forced to stand his ground.
Dabi caught up with Geten while they were exactly halfway up a flight of stairs. In an instant, Geten encased his hands and legs in solid ice. When Dabi awkwardly spun him around to slam him on his back, painfully digging the edges of the stairs into his body in several places, he screamed and went for his attacker's face with hands coated with wicked icy claws.
This defense was no match for Dabi's powerful flames. He roughly squeezed both hands clawing at him making the ice break and fall away splashing to the ground completely melted. The air hissed around them as water boiled and became steam. Dabi straddled Geten to keep him down, and he drew back his fist to strike him. He thought better of it because he couldn't see where he was punching. Still pinning one arm down, he yanked the little prick's hood back to get a good close look at his pretty little face.
Luminous weepy eyes glared at him from a flushed face framed with damp stringy white hair. He was still pretty in that condition. The nature of his quirk caused a shimmering mist of frost to float in front of his eyes and collect around his pale lashes. Dabi could tell he was exuding fury to mask his terror, and he was desperately reforming ice around his body from the rapidly boiling water in an attempt to save himself. The air around them became thick, humid and difficult to breathe. Dabi knew then if he meant business, he could win a death match. His plan had worked perfectly. How much of a shock was it to the ice man who had been trained by ReDestro to fight Dabi as a long range opponent on an open battlefield with lots of room? -And now he was cornered. Close combat was a weak point, even if he was in shape, because he was so tiny.
"I'll...freeze...the blood in your veins!" Geten barely got out in a raspy voice in between heaving breathes. He shook, turned his head slightly and expelled a glob of vomit.
Chuckling, Dabi replied in his usual lazy tone, "Funny thing, that. I get burned by my own flames but...."
He put his face an inch from Geten's grinning madly. "I'm resistant to your ice!"
Geten choked and coughed out of breath. His eyes widened in a look showing he could no longer mask his terror. He cried out in a way like he might scream or plead, but he couldn't get enough air to keep it going. Dabi couldn't help but think he looked endearing like this, even dripping snot with puke coated lips. He was still futilely trying to use his quirk to freeze Dabi's blood. Rather than cause damage, it felt good, so good that he made a striking transformation. When he put his blue flames on to look more threatening, all the damaged areas of his body lit on fire with no pain. He had transformed into the version of himself he should have been if his genes weren't all fucked up. He had become a blue flame version of the father he so despised with flames shooting out of his eyes and ears and jaw like a beard. They colored his arms and shoulders and around his legs. Geten was still frantically bringing ice up to coat his body for protection. The air had become unbearably thick, and both men heaved and coughed.
Dabi wrapped his hands around the thick, fur-lined fabric covering Geten's throat and squeezed. He didn't put enough pressure to hurt him, but he wanted to revel in his victory. The ice bastard was finally looking at him with the expression of fear and awe he had fantasized about seeing for so long.
Gasping for breath, Dabi managed to quickly whisper in his ear through clenched teeth, "You only deserve to live...because I want to FUCK you!"
That's all he could manage to say, but it was all he needed to say. He had wanted to tell him he deserved to live because he wanted to fuck him like a caveman and choke him out on his dick but keeping it short was fine considering the circumstances. Just then, he had the urge to jam his tongue into that pretty mouth to taste him vomit and all.
Now wasn't the time. The air around them was becoming a stifling agony to breath, and not just because of the humidity. Dabi needed to shut his flames off or they'd use up the oxygen. He would revel in his victory a second longer. Geten was still coughing uncontrollably. His lungs heaved, and he trembled violently, arching his back to escape the pain of the stairs digging into him and suck in more air. A second later, Dabi felt him go limp beneath him. The hazy eyes swimming in tears rolled back into his head.
The moment Geten lost consciousness, Dabi felt the pain of his quirk hit him with full force. He switched it off and tried standing, but he spun around and stumbled rolling down the stairs. He felt his head hit the floor at the bottom. Stunned, he lied still and waited for the air quality to improve.
Sometime later -Dabi didn't know how long- he stood up with a groan. The air around him smelled like water-soaked ash. There was water everywhere. Even though no nearby ice had survived their scuffle, Geten had never been in danger of running out of water. Speaking of....Dabi could tell the ice man had come to long enough to turn himself over to try crawling on hands and knees up a few stairs. He had collapsed and either passed out again or he didn't have the energy to go on. He was soaked through, and water covered the stairs around his body. Dabo had also been lying in a puddle at the bottom of the stairs. He also noticed Geten may have vomited a foamy substance. He could see it by the left side of his face facing toward it. Unconscious or not, the white-haired man was breathing with hard raspy breaths.
Dabi didn't have it in him to continue the fight. His energy was bottomed out. He made his point. Reaching into the inner pockets of his leather jacket, he found his favorite support item. Inside a flame-retardant pouch, he always kept an open pack of smokes and a spare. He tapped one out and lit it with his finger.
As he smoked, he watched Geten waiting to see if he'd make a move. He had a strong urge to jam his foot hard onto his shoulder to flip him over, but he didn't want to risk having the ice gremlin find the energy to lunge at him and try to gouge his eyes out with vomit encrusted icy claws. -So he left him alone. Finishing his cigarette, he flicked the smoldering butt toward the sodden man just missing the shaggy white hair hanging over his face.
I'll bet he's still pretty even looking like shit, Dabi thought. Ice Guy was pretty enough in the face Dabi hadn't been sure if he was a man or a woman. He'd asked Skeptic about it when they discussed their 'top secret' mission. The master of intel had assured him Geten was a man, so he'd better put whatever nasty thought he was having out of his mind. He hadn't said it in an unfriendly way. It was more like amusement.
"GROSS!" Geten shouted interrupting his thoughts. "I can't believe you tossed your disgusting cigarette butt at my face!"
Dabi stared up with a shitty grin as Geten painfully hauled himself up to his feet. He started up the stairs almost slipping in the water. He recovered by freezing his hand to the railing and feet to the stairs to keep himself steady. Then he laboriously trudged up the stairs, feet crunching in the partly frozen water. When he got to the top, Dabi got what he wanted when he turned his head slightly to glare at him through a luminous gray eye filled with hate and hurt.
"You're putting me through a lot of trouble," Geten told Dabi in a smooth slightly petulant voice. "I'll be forced to explain why we decided it was a good idea to spar in the stairwell. I'll have to bring it to Skeptic. He will think I'm a moron, but at least he won't be mad."
Just then, Dabi realized his plan was going better than he could have hoped for. Geten would cover for them after being handled. He'd explain the damage to the villa, and Dabi wouldn't have to lift a finger or face consequences.
"Don't you dare let ReDestro know about this!" the ice man warned him, "I don't want to trouble him with stupid stuff!"
At that, Geten rounded the corner and disappeared through a door back into the main building. Dabi would do the same, but he had no idea of where in the villa he even was. Maybe he could catch up to him and ask for directions.
