Dito laughs, not in a mocking way but in a way that suggests he's indulging in an amusing mental image. "I have no doubt you would've succeeded where I'd failed so many times, with the powers you have," he said. "My powers are unfortunately centered on martial prowess, which wasn't exactly enough to counteract her mind control.
"I suppose I should count my blessings that she didn't have access to my thoughts. That was pretty much the only thing that kept me sane, really. No matter how much she controlled my body and facial expressions, my mind-- and my hatred of her-- was still my own."
Dito is indeed an agile person, his specialty in darting into battle and acting as the gadfly to adversaries while the heavier hitters focused on dealing damage, and so when Shigaraki's hand lashes out and grabs him by the throat, it's a conscious choice of his not to dodge. It's almost as if he were anticipating the attack.
Shigaraki's fingers dig firmly into Dito's neck-- not enough to hurt or choke, but enough to drive the point home. He could kill Dito right now if he'd wanted to. He swallows, the muscles of his neck pulsing underneath Shigaraki's grip, and a soft moan escapes his lips at the feeling; at the thought of the other man's intelligent fingers encircling his trachea.
"Mmh-- thought you would've gotten it by now, smart as you are. This is my therapy. With every death I cause I'm carving out just a little bit more of my place in this world. You feel it too, don't you? That satisfaction of having someone at your mercy? That knowledge that you have full control over who lives or dies? You can't tell me that doesn't excite you."
Dito stares into Shigaraki's eyes, unwavering; his expression full of that same smoldering amusement. I dare you, his smile seems to say. One hand reaches up to wrap around the other man's wrist.
"Otherwise I'd be dead right now, wouldn't I?" His voice is a purr.
He's being complimented. Tomura knows he is and it isn't taxing just there's something nibbling at his toes about it that doesn't seem right. People don't just compliment him let alone seem like they mean it. They mean it because of his abilities, not because he has them and the capability. But that sounds like what's going on and it's a little overwhelming as a thought alone.
Tomura's fingers stay tight, one finger away from his neck. He can learn it that way if he needs. Not tight enough that he can't speak, clearly. That he can't dive right into what he could or couldn't do and why sometimes he does or doesn't. "Only when it suits me. I destroy things I hate. You cook. That's what's saving you right now."
This guy's going to go off in his damn pants if Tomura isn't careful by the sounds of it. "You're right. I could kill you and I'm not. More than cooking I think you'll have your uses if you can clean up your bullshit."
Dito chuckles again, the sound vibrating against Shigaraki's fingers. He shakes his head as much as the grip around his throat will allow. "It's cute how you think I'll believe that for a second. My cooking ain't what caused you to contact me in the first place and it sure as hell ain't why you're staying your hand now. It's just a perk, nothing more-- just like those gorgeous red eyes and that luxurious white hair are just perks for me.
"Face it-- there's something about me that just interests you. Something that makes you want to keep me around, at least long enough to figure out what makes me tick. And I think you already know what my uses are." Dito's thumb strokes the inside of Shigaraki's wrist once, surreptitiously; tantalizingly. He flashes a bold smile right into the other man's impassive face.
Surprisingly, it may be a tight, threatening grip but he lets that movement move his hand rather than worry it to anything else. The scar that Dito enjoys so much pulls upward into a snarl along with the lips it lives on the more the shorter man speaks. As far as everything else that's been said, Shigaraki is starting to believe that Dito really does find him attractive and that says more about the mind of the man than Shigaraki's actual look.
But using him? Even if he does or doesn't want to, it's not like he has a whole lot of life-hands-on-experience for this. It's never been his goal and so it amplifies itself in the only way it can for him: Aggression. The only way he can show frustration at something is to turn the tables and yet even as he's pushing forward to reverse their positions and not have himself be up against the counter, instead putting the shorter man there... He already knows it will do nothing.
"Cut the bullshit. For someone who wants me to stay, you're really pissing me off." In itself it is its own admission and his hand tightens, only lightly cutting off access to air. Dito has him fucking nailed. He won't kill him because he does want to know what makes him tick. "Your uses aren't linked to innuendo filled dick jokes in the lobby. If you want to stay in bronze that's a quick way to let the plat players know you're a loser. So what is your use? If you have an answer that doesn't use stupidity and innuendo, go ahead." Tomura loosens his hand, letting it drop from Dito's throat. "Show me."
The pain of being pinned against the counter is sudden and unexpected, and Shigaraki will have the satisfaction of seeing Dito's smile falter just a little. But it's a momentary knee-jerk reaction, and it's a good thing Shigaraki isn't expecting to see any fear on the other man's face, because he's in for a disappointment. Even the quick and threatening squeeze he gives to Dito's throat is treated as no more than a gentle caress, as the disciple lets out another satisfied sound and actually lifts his chin in response.
"Thought I showed you quite a few of my uses when we were dancing together in the graveyard," Dito tells him. "But fine-- I'll speak a little more plainly. I'm suggesting a partnership, my good lord Wraith. You show me a good time as far as carnage and mayhem goes, and my spear is yours to do with as you wish. And that's not a double entendre."
Almost idly, he suddenly tightens his grip around Shigaraki's wrist, lifting the other man's hand so that two of his fingers are lightly touching his lips. There is still no fear in the disciple's expression, even though he's perfectly aware of what the white-haired man could do to him at any moment.
"Unless you want it to be," Dito finishes before briefly taking Shigaraki's fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue around the digits with a smug chuckle.
Shigaraki will take the momentary lapse of smile as his win, tilting his head with a curious look on his face. Knowing what he does, the villain understands why 'lord' coming from his mouth sounds sarcastic and serious, but he's not convinced of which. A partnership? The last time he tried one of those... was never. Not really, at least if you ask him.
He allows the movement of his hand, allows the manipulation of fingers to his lips and maybe he's giving himself away, but as a habit, he moves his thumb. Less chance of mishaps when he's still very obviously considering all this. The answer is a simple answer. "Maybe." To which? He's not saying right away. "I'm better than her to take advantage of that, you know." That and he'd get pegged figuratively right away as someone who didn't know what he was doing aside the obvious things.
"I'm not a nice man, but I don't like her. So I won't be her. If you want to watch me kill things, I'll call you when I go out to do it." He hasn't moved his fingers away, though, his temptation is high. "You wouldn't be half bad if you didn't let your dick do the talking." Says the man still very dangerously close who is trying to make his decision on what he wants to do. Walk away or advance.
"Hmm..." Dito hums a pleased chuckle in response. He slowly withdraws Shigaraki's fingers from his mouth, keeping them only a hairsbreadth away. His lips brush against the other man's fingertips as he speaks. "What can I say? I'm a creature controlled by his desires, as are we all. Life's too short to waste time with pining and wishing. I see something I want and I go for it. Probably a holdover from when I was a disciple. Sex is pretty much as impersonal as a handshake for us. Most of us, anyway."
Dito flicks his gaze upwards to Shigaraki's. Though that rakish devil-may-care smirk is still present on his face, his eyes are serious. He draws Shigaraki's fingers a few inches away from his mouth. "You can tell me to fuck off, you know. I'm not her either. I'm an asshole, but I'm not a fucking asshole. Know what I mean?"
Tomura debates one moment or the next to put his fingers right back where they were to stop the talking. Totally that and not because it was pleasant. Learning more and more about this man, his life, and his tribulations in varying degrees of severity makes it all the more interesting. Considering none of it is an issue here, at least right then, Shigaraki's content to do as he needs. Or wants, and that's to put to bed the veiled concern.
"If I wanted someone--" Deflect to anything but 'you', "--to fuck off, it would be permanently. Count on it." That's as nice as he can be. "I just don't see the point in physical contact." No further need to expand on that. "I've never pined, I've never wished. Anything I want, I've already gone for." In very similar echo to Dito's explanation he leaves that hanging in the air. "What I don't get is what makes you tick, yet." Which is why he isn't leaving, and why the two fingers curl around the ones holding his own that close to the whispers of words ghosting over his skin.
"If I'm not telling you to fuck off, and you have all your limbs, what's stopping you?"
Anyone else would have considered Shigaraki's behavior a rejection, but Dito didn't get where he was in life being bad at reading people's true intentions. He's suddenly reminded of his previous tangles with Zero, the way she would voice her desire to couple with him with a brief glance and a nod in his direction. No emotion behind it, no heaving bosoms and eyes that shone with feeling-- merely an acknowledgement of her needs and his ability to fulfill them.
The curl of Shigaraki's fingers against his own-- so subtle-- is encouragement enough, even though his words suggest a bored detachment at most. Dito cocks his head coquettishly to one side, widens his eyes in a mocking display of innocent surprise.
"Perhaps what's stopping me is the fact that you haven't 'gone for' me yet, my dear Lord Wraith. I mean, I've made my intentions pretty well known, and you've put up this disinterested front-- isn't it about time we give this dance a rest? I mean... look where you have me right now."
A slight shift of his hips to put emphasis on their positions against the counter. One of Dito's legs finds its way in between Shigaraki's, rubbing up against him in a way that indicates that this was no accident.
"But fine. You want to play the Tall, White and Mysterious card a little longer-- I get it. Looks like it's once again up to me to do all the work."
He raises himself upward just the slightest bit, his chest very close to touching Shigaraki's. Dito huffs out a quiet breath of laughter as he closes the distance between him and the other man.
"You should be flattered, you know. Because despite my better judgement, our sentiments are the same. You fascinate me."
There's nothing more that needs to be said. All that's left is to act. Before his common sense can get the better of him, Dito leans forward and pushes his lips against Shigaraki's neck. The man's skin is rough and raw, like sandpaper against his mouth. Dito detaches for a split second to wet his lips with his tongue before leaning in again, attacking the other man's neck with lips and tongue and the increasingly intensifying impress of teeth.
He might be killed for this. He very likely will be killed for this. But he's pretty certain that no matter how painful his potential disintegration might be, he'll have few regrets.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
"I suppose I should count my blessings that she didn't have access to my thoughts. That was pretty much the only thing that kept me sane, really. No matter how much she controlled my body and facial expressions, my mind-- and my hatred of her-- was still my own."
Dito is indeed an agile person, his specialty in darting into battle and acting as the gadfly to adversaries while the heavier hitters focused on dealing damage, and so when Shigaraki's hand lashes out and grabs him by the throat, it's a conscious choice of his not to dodge. It's almost as if he were anticipating the attack.
Shigaraki's fingers dig firmly into Dito's neck-- not enough to hurt or choke, but enough to drive the point home. He could kill Dito right now if he'd wanted to. He swallows, the muscles of his neck pulsing underneath Shigaraki's grip, and a soft moan escapes his lips at the feeling; at the thought of the other man's intelligent fingers encircling his trachea.
"Mmh-- thought you would've gotten it by now, smart as you are. This is my therapy. With every death I cause I'm carving out just a little bit more of my place in this world. You feel it too, don't you? That satisfaction of having someone at your mercy? That knowledge that you have full control over who lives or dies? You can't tell me that doesn't excite you."
Dito stares into Shigaraki's eyes, unwavering; his expression full of that same smoldering amusement. I dare you, his smile seems to say. One hand reaches up to wrap around the other man's wrist.
"Otherwise I'd be dead right now, wouldn't I?" His voice is a purr.
no subject
Tomura's fingers stay tight, one finger away from his neck. He can learn it that way if he needs. Not tight enough that he can't speak, clearly. That he can't dive right into what he could or couldn't do and why sometimes he does or doesn't. "Only when it suits me. I destroy things I hate. You cook. That's what's saving you right now."
This guy's going to go off in his damn pants if Tomura isn't careful by the sounds of it. "You're right. I could kill you and I'm not. More than cooking I think you'll have your uses if you can clean up your bullshit."
no subject
"Face it-- there's something about me that just interests you. Something that makes you want to keep me around, at least long enough to figure out what makes me tick. And I think you already know what my uses are." Dito's thumb strokes the inside of Shigaraki's wrist once, surreptitiously; tantalizingly. He flashes a bold smile right into the other man's impassive face.
"Well? Don't you wanna use me?"
cw: choking (ish)
But using him? Even if he does or doesn't want to, it's not like he has a whole lot of life-hands-on-experience for this. It's never been his goal and so it amplifies itself in the only way it can for him: Aggression. The only way he can show frustration at something is to turn the tables and yet even as he's pushing forward to reverse their positions and not have himself be up against the counter, instead putting the shorter man there... He already knows it will do nothing.
"Cut the bullshit. For someone who wants me to stay, you're really pissing me off." In itself it is its own admission and his hand tightens, only lightly cutting off access to air. Dito has him fucking nailed. He won't kill him because he does want to know what makes him tick. "Your uses aren't linked to innuendo filled dick jokes in the lobby. If you want to stay in bronze that's a quick way to let the plat players know you're a loser. So what is your use? If you have an answer that doesn't use stupidity and innuendo, go ahead." Tomura loosens his hand, letting it drop from Dito's throat. "Show me."
no subject
"Thought I showed you quite a few of my uses when we were dancing together in the graveyard," Dito tells him. "But fine-- I'll speak a little more plainly. I'm suggesting a partnership, my good lord Wraith. You show me a good time as far as carnage and mayhem goes, and my spear is yours to do with as you wish. And that's not a double entendre."
Almost idly, he suddenly tightens his grip around Shigaraki's wrist, lifting the other man's hand so that two of his fingers are lightly touching his lips. There is still no fear in the disciple's expression, even though he's perfectly aware of what the white-haired man could do to him at any moment.
"Unless you want it to be," Dito finishes before briefly taking Shigaraki's fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue around the digits with a smug chuckle.
no subject
He allows the movement of his hand, allows the manipulation of fingers to his lips and maybe he's giving himself away, but as a habit, he moves his thumb. Less chance of mishaps when he's still very obviously considering all this. The answer is a simple answer. "Maybe." To which? He's not saying right away. "I'm better than her to take advantage of that, you know." That and he'd get pegged
figurativelyright away as someone who didn't know what he was doing aside the obvious things."I'm not a nice man, but I don't like her. So I won't be her. If you want to watch me kill things, I'll call you when I go out to do it." He hasn't moved his fingers away, though, his temptation is high. "You wouldn't be half bad if you didn't let your dick do the talking." Says the man still very dangerously close who is trying to make his decision on what he wants to do. Walk away or advance.
no subject
Dito flicks his gaze upwards to Shigaraki's. Though that rakish devil-may-care smirk is still present on his face, his eyes are serious. He draws Shigaraki's fingers a few inches away from his mouth. "You can tell me to fuck off, you know. I'm not her either. I'm an asshole, but I'm not a fucking asshole. Know what I mean?"
no subject
"If I wanted someone--" Deflect to anything but 'you', "--to fuck off, it would be permanently. Count on it." That's as nice as he can be. "I just don't see the point in physical contact." No further need to expand on that. "I've never pined, I've never wished. Anything I want, I've already gone for." In very similar echo to Dito's explanation he leaves that hanging in the air. "What I don't get is what makes you tick, yet." Which is why he isn't leaving, and why the two fingers curl around the ones holding his own that close to the whispers of words ghosting over his skin.
"If I'm not telling you to fuck off, and you have all your limbs, what's stopping you?"
no subject
The curl of Shigaraki's fingers against his own-- so subtle-- is encouragement enough, even though his words suggest a bored detachment at most. Dito cocks his head coquettishly to one side, widens his eyes in a mocking display of innocent surprise.
"Perhaps what's stopping me is the fact that you haven't 'gone for' me yet, my dear Lord Wraith. I mean, I've made my intentions pretty well known, and you've put up this disinterested front-- isn't it about time we give this dance a rest? I mean... look where you have me right now."
A slight shift of his hips to put emphasis on their positions against the counter. One of Dito's legs finds its way in between Shigaraki's, rubbing up against him in a way that indicates that this was no accident.
"But fine. You want to play the Tall, White and Mysterious card a little longer-- I get it. Looks like it's once again up to me to do all the work."
He raises himself upward just the slightest bit, his chest very close to touching Shigaraki's. Dito huffs out a quiet breath of laughter as he closes the distance between him and the other man.
"You should be flattered, you know. Because despite my better judgement, our sentiments are the same. You fascinate me."
There's nothing more that needs to be said. All that's left is to act. Before his common sense can get the better of him, Dito leans forward and pushes his lips against Shigaraki's neck. The man's skin is rough and raw, like sandpaper against his mouth. Dito detaches for a split second to wet his lips with his tongue before leaning in again, attacking the other man's neck with lips and tongue and the increasingly intensifying impress of teeth.
He might be killed for this. He very likely will be killed for this. But he's pretty certain that no matter how painful his potential disintegration might be, he'll have few regrets.