#sorta lemony?

——warning! The Drabble below contains extremely mild suggestive themes, and some themes of abuse in a past context. You’ve been warned!——

Of all the times they were around each other, enjoying themselves in their sexual tendencies, ignoring the world and it’s judgment, They both held small secrets that they both were fearful to share. Bethem knew this. Seeing as he knew Dabi dyed his hair, it was quite obvious in other occasions to see that his natural hair was such a pale shade of pink that it was almost white. And while his partner didn’t exactly hide the things that raised questions, he didn’t answer any questions towards them. Bethem on the other hand, avoided the sight of any of those secrets. Which is what has lead to the situation at hand now.

“C’mon Doc....” the low voice before him spoke up, hidden around his own neck as small kisses and nips were being peppered along the bits of bare skin that was available. “I want to see all of you on show for once....” Dabi lulled on in his almost strained sounding voice. His rough fingers palmed and played with the hem of his scrub shirt, teasing at the idea of removing it like he always does every time.

Bethem’s hands just... rested on the villains unclothed chest. It was unfair of him to keep being so very selfish. To keep the balance unfair when the person before him had no fear what so ever about showing his scars and his wounds in such a intimate way. No matter if Bethem saw them every check up, this was still different. And every time the fire powered man asked, he had denied it. Over and over again. It stung more each time. As rough and needy as Dabi was, he never pushed. He never let his hands roam under the shirt, he never tried to remove it himself. He was fine with Bethem’s boundaries. And because of that, it ate at Bethem each and every time.

“.....please... don’t judge me if I do....” Bethem spoke, words so fragile sounding it could be broken with the weight of a feather. The tonal shift was also unexpected as whatever expression he had before, Dabi now looked at the doctor with a serious expression, though still tried to be the cocky ass he always is.

“Kinda hard to judge someone when you look like a overcooked piece of meat yourself.” This gained a small smile to crack into Bethem’s face. Before he leaned back and turned around, letting his back face Dabi now. Slowly, but surely he removed his top, his arms shook slightly as he did so. Some things that are from the past, and you don’t bring up, can cause more damage because you haven’t talked about them. And this was one of those situations for Bethem.

Upon his back, lined up with his shoulder blades evenly were two long garish scars. They were malformed and looked like it took a very long time to heal any damage that was done. Whatever bones were healed over left the skin above it in a lumpy looking state. It wasn’t pretty and it’s the scars of something that was tragic. The silence did nothing to make Bethem feel better though either. “Y-yeah... exactly.. I’ll just cover it back up so you don-“

“Hey, no.... you don’t have to do that..” a hand, rough skinned but somehow the most gentle of touch stopped Bethem from reaching for his Haori to cover himself back up. The other free hand wrapped around his stomach, pulling him closer in towards the villain now behind him.

“You don’t have to lie.... it’s... ugl-“ before he could even finish the sentence, Bethem lurched his breath into his throat at the sudden onslaught of gentle nips and kisses along his spine, keeping a safe distance from the heal wounds, but enough to show that Dabi wasn’t afraid to be near them either.

“Tell me about them... while I continue, unless you would like to stop tonight and move on.” Dabi’s breath brushed against the doctors ear as he spoke. He knew what he was doing, and it was smart. He had learned enough about Bethem to realize that sometimes it’s easier for him to be honest in moments like this, where he doesn’t perceive it was weakness. And it worked, again.

“I-it’s fine...” Bethem let out a hesitant breath, and his partner began to explore the new part of his body with small, gentle touches here and there. “I was born with wings..... they were the source of my quirk....” a small breath got pulled in as Dabi roamed close to the scars. “My father removed them... I was to angelic for him, it took the spotlight off of him... he hated me for it...” small quivers ran up Bethem’s spine as he remember those memories of the past, before being snapped out of his thoughts.

Being pulled up, as close as possible into the villains lap, Dabi leaned his head on Bethem’s shoulder as he spoke smoothly. “Angel hm...? Maybe a new name for you...” Bethem could feel the smirk pushing its way onto Dabi’s face, he didn’t even have to look. He knew it, because Bethem’s own face turned a lovely share of red that is quite hard to obtain it seems.

“Heh, you should blush like this more often, it’s cute.” A low chuckle left the villain as he continued “how about i make sure you forget all those nasty memories from the past tonight. Because frankly, I think your old man deserves to burn, but I’d rather make you feel like the angel you are instead.” He continued, before ever so gently pushing Bethem on his back and hovering over him with a grin. This didn’t quite help with the growing heat upon the doctors face.