Chapter 107: Four-Way Damnation
The dungeon throbbed. Bass vibrated through the cold iron of the X-frame Adam was shackled to, wrists and ankles spread wide, the heavy cuffs biting into his celestial skin. Neon lights – sickly green, hellish red – pulsed across the sweat-slicked planes of his chest and abdomen, catching the gold piercings adorning his nipples. Dante stood before him, a silhouette of dark power against the chaotic backdrop of the writhing dance floor visible through reinforced glass panels high above. His obsidian wings were furled tight, a contained storm. One clawed finger traced a slow, deliberate line down Adam’s sternum, drawing a faint bead of blood that welled dark against the angel's pale skin.
Adam met Dante’s burning gaze, a defiant sneer twisting his lips despite the vulnerability of his position. "Getting nostalgic, Prince? Missing your little whipping boy?" he taunted, his voice tight with suppressed energy.
Dante’s hand stilled. He leaned in, his Detroit rasp cutting through the thumping bass. "You wanted to play with fire, Halo?" The words were a low, dangerous ember.
He moved.
Faster than sight, a blur of shadow and leather. One moment he was before Adam, the next, Dante’s hand was fisted in Adam’s hair, yanking his head back viciously, exposing the column of his throat. Dante’s teeth sank deep into the meat of Adam’s shoulder, not a love bite, but a claiming, punishing wound. Adam cried out, a sharp sound swallowed by the music. Dante’s free hand wrapped around Adam’s half-hard cock, working it with ruthless efficiency, his thumb grinding over the sensitive head. "Fuck!" Adam gasped, his body arching involuntarily against the restraints, pain and pleasure igniting in a volatile mix. Within moments, he was fully, achingly erect in Dante’s grasp.
A darker shadow detached itself from near the heavy metal door. Sukuna. His four crimson eyes gleamed in the low light, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his scarred features as he took in the scene. His gaze shifted to Dabi.
Dabi stood a few feet away, leaning against a cold stone pillar, his blue eyes wide, fixed on Adam’s torment. His own hand was already moving beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans, stroking himself through the fabric, lips parted slightly, breath coming fast. The raw display of power, the scent of blood and ozone mingling with the club's musk, it was a potent aphrodisiac he couldn't resist.
Sukuna crossed the space silently. One massive hand tangled brutally in Dabi’s messy black hair, yanking his head back so hard Dabi saw stars. "Open wide, brat," Sukuna growled, the command leaving no room for hesitation. His other hand was already undoing his own pants, freeing his thick cock, already flushed and leaking. "Time to show your angel how we share."
Dabi’s breath hitched. He knew resistance was futile, and the hunger in Sukuna’s eyes was terrifyingly alluring. He opened his mouth obediently. Sukuna didn't wait, shoving his cock past Dabi’s lips, filling his mouth, the salty-bitter taste overwhelming him instantly. Sukuna began to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper, fucking Dabi’s face with ruthless efficiency, his grip on Dabi’s hair keeping him perfectly positioned. Dabi choked, tears springing to his eyes, his own hand stilling on his cock as he fought to take it, gagging around the thick intrusion.
On the frame, Adam strained against his shackles, his eyes wild as he watched Dabi being used. "Get your fucking hands off him, Sukuna!" he snarled, the command undermined by the breathless hitch in his voice as Dante’s hand continued to work his cock.
Sukuna ignored Adam, focused solely on the human choking on his length. He fucked Dabi’s mouth for a relentless minute, the wet, obscene sounds mixing with the club's bass. Then, without warning, he pulled out, leaving Dabi gasping, strings of saliva connecting his lips to Sukuna’s glistening cock. "Get up," Sukuna ordered, releasing his hair.
Dabi scrambled to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest heaving. He looked from Sukuna’s demanding glare to Adam’s furious struggle. A strange rush surged through him – defiance, mixed with the lingering humiliation and the raw, undeniable arousal Sukuna’s dominance stoked. He hadn't been bratty with Sukuna before, the demon felt too dangerous. But now? The heat, the chaos... it sparked something reckless.
He straightened, meeting Sukuna’s crimson gaze. "Make me," he rasped, a challenge lighting his blue eyes.
Sukuna’s grin widened, genuinely pleased. "Feeling brave, little spark?" His hand shot out, not to strike, but to grip Dabi’s throat. Not crushing, but firm, enough to cut off air for a second, to make Dabi’s eyes widen as he instinctively clawed at Sukuna’s wrist. The sudden lack of oxygen, the display of effortless control, sent a jolt of pure, electric heat straight to Dabi’s groin, making him impossibly harder. He couldn't help the smile that touched his lips, a feral, challenging thing.
Sukuna saw it. He chuckled, low and dark, pulling Dabi closer until his lips were almost touching the human’s ear. "You like that, huh?" His breath was hot, his voice a gravelly purr that vibrated through Dabi’s skull. Dabi couldn't speak, couldn't think. A low, desperate whimper escaped him, his body arching slightly into Sukuna’s grasp. Sukuna ate it up, the sound, the submission wrapped in defiance. He released Dabi’s throat slowly, letting him gasp for air. "Now beg," Sukuna commanded, his free hand trailing down Dabi’s chest, circling a nipple through his thin shirt. "Beg me to fuck you."
Adrenaline and arousal warred. "Fuck you," Dabi spat, trying to sound hard, though his voice shook.
Sukuna just grinned. His hand returned to Dabi’s throat, not choking this time, but a warning pressure. He leaned in again. "Wrong answer. Beg properly, or I walk away. Leave you aching."
The thought was worse than any punishment. The need, sharp and urgent, overwhelmed the last shreds of defiance. "Please," Dabi gasped, the word ripped from him. "Sukuna... please fuck me. Need it."
Sukuna didn’t waste a second. He spun Dabi around, shoving him face-first against the cold stone pillar he’d been leaning on. He yanked Dabi’s jeans and briefs down in one rough motion, exposing his pale ass, still slightly stretched and slick from Adam’s earlier possession. Sukuna spat into his palm, slicked his cock roughly, and without preamble, shoved himself inside Dabi to the hilt.
Dabi cried out, the sudden, brutal stretch stealing his breath, driving him hard against the unyielding stone. Sukuna gripped his hips, fingers digging into the skin over Dabi’s scars, and began a relentless rhythm, pounding into him with deep, powerful strokes that shook Dabi’s entire body. "Take it," Sukuna growled, each thrust punctuating the words. "Take every fucking inch, brat."
Meanwhile, Dante had watched Sukuna claim Dabi with predatory interest. Now, his focus snapped back to Adam, who was still straining, his cock painfully hard in Dante’s grip, his eyes blazing with fury and humiliation watching Dabi get taken. "Eyes on me, Feathers," Dante commanded, his voice a crack of dark energy. He released Adam’s cock, trailing his clawed fingers down Adam’s trembling abs. "Seems you’ve got a lot to say."
Adam met his gaze, the brattiness flaring back, a defense mechanism as much as a provocation. "That the best you got, Prince?" he sneered, trying to buck against the restraints. "Or you taking it so easy 'cause you lost all your energy on your little lover today?" He jerked his head towards where Sukuna was ruthlessly fucking Dabi.
Dante chuckled. A low, dangerous rumble. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Adam’s ear. "Okay," he breathed. Just that single word, calm, almost conversational.
It hit Adam like a physical blow. Heat bloomed low in his belly, sharp and unexpected. Shivers raced down his spine. He barely had time to process the spike of arousal and apprehension before Dante pulled out of him completely. The sudden, aching emptiness wrenched a shocked whimper from Adam’s throat. Dante moved with infernal speed, unlocking the shackles with a thought. Before Adam could react, Dante had him flipped onto his back on the cold stone floor, pinned beneath the demon prince’s heavier weight. Dante’s knees forced Adam’s thighs wide apart.
"Got quite the mouth on you tonight, huh, Feathers?" Dante rasped, his hellfire eyes boring into Adam’s. Then, without any warning, he slammed back into Adam’s loosened channel, burying himself to the balls in one vicious thrust, the head of his cock ramming directly against Adam’s prostate.
Adam screamed. His back arched off the floor, pure electric pleasure-pain tearing through him. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Dante!"
"Found it already," Dante stated, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. He didn't move, just ground deep, making Adam writhe. Then, agonizingly slow, Dante pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside. He grabbed Adam’s jaw, forcing the angel to look at him, their faces inches apart. Adam’s eyes were wide, desperate, already glistening. "You wanna keep talking shit?" Dante hissed, his breath hot on Adam’s face. "Want me to leave you like this? Desperate? Empty? Not satisfied?" He emphasized the word, pressing the tip just slightly. "Or do you want to beg me to keep fucking you? Want me to make you cum so hard you go limp?"
He paused, letting the torment sink in. Adam trembled beneath him, bitten lips trembling, every muscle coiled tight. Dante leaned close again, his lips brushing Adam’s ear, his voice dropping to a velvet-soft, intimate rasp that promised ruin. "You gonna be a good boy and beg for me, Feathers?"
The praise, the proximity, the overwhelming need – it shattered Adam’s resistance. A low, involuntary moan escaped him, pure submission. "Please," he gasped, the word ragged. "Dante, please... fuck me. Need you. Need you to fuck me. Please! Make me cum! Please, Prince!" The begs tumbled out, desperate and broken.
"Good boy," Dante purred, the approval sending another wave of heat through Adam. Then he slammed back in, hard and deep, resuming the brutal rhythm, each thrust aimed precisely at Adam’s prostate. Adam cried out, surrendering to the punishing pleasure, his world narrowing to the relentless stretch and burn of Dante’s cock and the desperate need for release.
On the other side of the pillar, Sukuna hammered into Dabi in a merciless doggy style, the younger man braced against the stone, his ass taking every punishing inch. Sukuna’s rhythm didn’t falter. His free hand snaked around Dabi’s throat, applying that perfect, arousing pressure, cutting off his air just enough to make Dabi gasp and arch his back desperately, pushing his ass back, forcing Sukuna impossibly deeper. The new angle sent Sukuna’s cock slamming relentlessly against Dabi’s prostate.
"Fuck! Yes! There! Sukuna!" Dabi babbled, the pleasure coiling tight, unbearably intense. He was hurtling towards the edge, his neglected cock leaking onto the stone floor.
Sukuna felt it. He didn't slow. He leaned over Dabi’s back, his lips brushing the shell of Dabi’s ear, his voice a dark, possessive growl cutting through Dabi’s impending climax. "You’re gonna be a good boy," he stated, his thrusts never pausing, "and you’re not gonna finish yet." He paused, sinking his teeth lightly into Dabi’s earlobe before whispering, the words vibrating through Dabi’s core, "You cum when I say you can."
The command, the denial, sent a fresh wave of desperate arousal crashing through Dabi, holding him trembling on that agonizing precipice. "Yes," Dabi moaned, the word a broken sound of surrender and need. "Yes, Sukuna."
Sukuna chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied against Dabi’s skin. He maintained the brutal pace, his hand firm on Dabi’s throat, his cock pistoning into that sweet, forbidden spot, keeping Dabi suspended in that torturous, perfect place between agony and ecstasy. The dungeon pulsed around them, a cage of neon and bass holding their desperate, intertwined struggles for control and release.
The cold stone scraped Dabi’s cheek, a rough counterpoint to the burning heat suffusing his body. Sukuna hammered into him with brutal, unrelenting precision, each deep thrust slamming his prostate, sending electric jolts of near-unbearable pleasure up his spine. The hand on his throat tightened fractionally, stealing his breath just as his climax threatened to crest. "No," Sukuna growled against his ear, the vibration resonating deep within Dabi’s chest. "You hold it. Feel it build."
Across the dim expanse, Adam writhed beneath Dante. The demon prince’s hips pistoned. Hard. Fast. Relentless. Adam’s cock, trapped between their sweat-slicked bodies, throbbed untouched, leaking desperately onto his own stomach. Every sharp snap of Dante’s hips drove the thick head of his cock directly against Adam’s prostate, the sensation bordering on agony. "Fuck! Dante! Please! Please!" Adam sobbed, the chains long gone but his arms pinned uselessly above his head by Dante’s crushing grip on his wrists. "Can't... can't take much more!"
"You take what I give you, Feathers," Dante rasped, his voice thick with exertion and dark satisfaction. He leaned down, his lips brushing Adam’s sweat-damp temple. "You asked for this fire. Burn in it." He shifted his angle minutely, grinding his hips in a cruel circle. Adam screamed, back arching violently, his entire body locking up as the unbearable pressure spiked. "Gonna come?" Dante taunted, not letting up the devastating grind. "Gonna spill all over yourself like a desperate slut?"
On the pillar, Dabi choked. The denial was torture. Every nerve screamed for release. His balls ached, drawn impossibly tight. Sukuna’s cock felt thicker, hotter, carving a path of fire inside him. "Sukuna... fuck... please!" Dabi gasped, the words ragged against the stone. "Lemme cum! I need it! Please!" He pushed back frantically, trying to force the deeper penetration that would finally shatter him.
Sukuna laughed, a low rumble Dabi felt in his bones. His thrusts became shorter, sharper, focusing entirely on grinding against Dabi’s prostate. "Look at him," Sukuna commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. He tightened his grip on Dabi's hair, forcing his head around to look across the dungeon. "Look at your angel getting ruined. See how broken he is?" Adam was a vision of wrecked ecstasy: tears streaking his face, mouth open in a silent scream as Dante pounded him into the floor. "You want to come?" Sukuna hissed, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "Beg me to let you watch him break first."
Dabi’s eyes locked onto Adam’s contorted face. The sight, mixed with Sukuna’s ruthless fucking and the agonizing denial, ripped the last shred of defiance from him. "Yes! God, Sukuna, yes! Please! Lemme come! Lemme watch him! Please!" he babbled, the words spilling out in a desperate rush. "I’ll be good! I’ll watch! Please!"
"Good boy," Sukuna purred, the praise a shockwave of forbidden heat through Dabi’s core. The permission unlocked something primal. Sukuna slammed home one final time, hilting himself deep. "Now. Come for me, brat." He released Dabi’s throat.
The release was instant, violent. Dabi howled, his body convulsing uncontrollably against Sukuna’s hold. His cock jerked violently, untouched, spraying thick ropes of come onto the cold stone floor beneath him. The intensity was blinding, ripping through him as Sukuna held him impaled, grinding relentlessly against his spasming inner walls, milking every last pulse. Distantly, he heard Adam’s shattered cry turn into a keening wail.
Dante felt the sudden, violent clench around his cock as Adam witnessed Dabi’s climax. The angel’s body went rigid, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat. "Fuck! Dante! Oh God, oh fuck!" Adam’s cock pulsed, untouched, thick spurts of come splattering his own chest and stomach. Dante growled, low and feral, the sight and feel of Adam shattering untouched pushing him to the edge. He fucked Adam through it, his thrusts becoming jagged, uncontrollable. Adam’s channel clenched and fluttered wildly around him, oversensitive and raw. "Mine," Dante snarled, the word a guttural claim. He buried himself to the root, grinding deep as his own climax tore through him, hot pulses of demonic release filling Adam, mixing with the angel’s own spend.
Silence crashed down, heavier than the bass. Only harsh, ragged breathing echoed now. Dante slumped slightly over Adam, their sweat-slicked chests heaving. Sukuna slowly withdrew from Dabi’s trembling body with a slick sound, leaving him shuddering against the pillar. Adam lay beneath Dante, utterly spent, limbs limp, eyes glazed, come cooling on his skin.
Sukuna stepped back, tucking himself away. He looked from the ruined angel pinned under the demon prince to the trembling human braced against cold stone. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his scarred face. He met Dante’s smoldering gaze. "Told him we'd show the angel how we share," Sukuna stated, his voice rough with exertion. He nodded towards the trembling Dabi, then back to Adam. "His turn to learn the rules."