Chapter 70: Blade-Bed Confession
The silence in Dante’s obsidian chamber wasn’t peaceful. It was thick, heavy, saturated with the musk of sex and sweat. Cool air brushed bare skin, raising goosebumps. Dante woke first, the ingrained vigilance of millennia cutting through the post-coital lethargy. Sunlight, or its infernal equivalent – a deep, bruised crimson glow filtering through high, narrow windows – cut dusty shafts across the massive bed. Dabi lay sprawled face-down between them, one arm flung back, the deep bite mark on his shoulder blade stark against his pale skin. Adam was on his back, snoring softly, a possessive arm draped heavily over Dabi’s waist.
Dabi stirred first, a low groan escaping cracked lips. He blinked, disoriented, the memories of the night crashing back – the club, the booth, the impossible shift to this room, the relentless, double-barreled assault that had shattered him. A tremor ran through him. He tried to shift, but Adam’s arm tightened instinctively, pinning him.
"Morning, firecracker," Adam rumbled, voice thick with sleep and something darker. He didn’t open his eyes, just pressed his hardening cock against Dabi’s hip. "Sleep tight after getting your holes wrecked?"
Dabi stiffened, the flush returning to his cheeks and neck. "Fuck you," he mumbled, the heat in his words undercut by the hoarse rasp.
Adam chuckled, a low, predatory sound. He finally opened his eyes, the gleam sharp and hungry. "That's the plan, sweetheart." His hand slid down, fingers digging into the curve of Dabi’s ass. "Still sore? Bet you are. Bet you feel Dante’s load sloshing around inside that pretty little asshole." He gave a possessive squeeze, making Dabi gasp. "Tell me you feel it."
"Adam..." Dabi protested weakly, but his body arched minutely into the touch.
Dante watched, propped on an elbow, a lazy, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The sight of Dabi, flushed and flustered, Adam’s hand claiming him, reignited the embers low in his gut. He reached out, tracing a fingertip down the knobs of Dabi’s spine. "He feels it," Dante murmured, his voice a low purr that vibrated in the stillness. "Bet it feels good, too. Knowing you’re still full of me."
Adam’s grin widened. He shoved Dabi roughly onto his back. The movement was sudden, brutal. Dabi yelped, instinctively trying to curl away, but Adam was already pinning his wrists above his head with one large hand. "None of that," Adam growled. "You're not going anywhere, bitch." His free hand slid down Dabi’s chest, over his trembling stomach, and closed around his half-hard cock. "Look at this. Waking up ready for more already? Fucking insatiable little slut." He gave it a rough, demanding stroke.
Dabi cried out, hips jerking. "S-stop!"
"Stop?" Adam scoffed, squeezing the base hard enough to make Dabi whimper. "You begged for this last night. Begged Dante and me to use you. And you fucking loved it." He leaned down, his breath hot on Dabi’s ear. "You gonna pretend you don’t want it now? Pretend you don’t want my cock splitting you open while Prince Charming here sucks you dry?" He punctuated the filthy words with another punishing stroke.
Dante moved. He slid down the bed, settling himself between Dabi’s spread legs. He ignored the flinch, his gaze fixed on Dabi’s cock, now fully hard and leaking in Adam’s grip. "Look at him, Adam," Dante said, his voice dropping, rough with lust. "Look how fucking pretty he is, spread out and trembling." He locked eyes with Dabi, seeing the panic warring with desperate need. "You want this, Dabi. You know you do." He leaned in, his tongue licking a hot stripe from base to tip. Dabi gasped, back arching off the sheets. "Such a good boy," Dante breathed against the slick head before taking him deep into his mouth.
The sensation was electric. Dante’s mouth was hot, wet, impossibly skilled. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive crown. Dabi’s protests died in a ragged moan. His hips lifted, seeking more, helpless against the onslaught.
Adam laughed, a dark, victorious sound. "See? Fucking made for it." He released Dabi’s cock, letting Dante have it, and shoved Dabi’s thighs wider apart. He spat roughly onto his fingers, then pressed them against Dabi’s loosened entrance, still tender from the night before. "Still nice and open for me, huh? Still remember how to take it?" He didn’t wait for an answer, pushing two fingers in with brutal efficiency.
Dabi screamed around Dante’s mouthful of his cock, the dual assault overwhelming. Dante sucked harder, his hand joining to stroke the base Adam wasn’t filling. Adam scissored his fingers, stretching, the sting sharp and immediate. "Fuck, he’s tight again," Adam grunted, his own cock straining against his sleep pants. "But he’s taking it. Look at him. Look at that cock getting sucked. You loving this, Pyro? Loving being our morning fucktoy?"
Dabi couldn’t speak. Dante was swallowing him down, Adam’s fingers were fucking into him, stretching him obscenely. Tears welled in his eyes. He nodded frantically against Dante’s ministrations, a pleading sound escaping his throat.
"Good boy," Dante purred around his cock, the vibration making Dabi’s toes curl. "Taking it so well." He deep-throated him, holding him there, making Dabi gag slightly.
Adam withdrew his fingers. The slick sound was loud. He spat into his palm again, slicking his thick, hard cock. He lined up, the swollen head pressing against Dabi’s stretched hole. "Hold him down," he ordered Dante. Dante immediately shifted, releasing Dabi’s cock with a wet pop and pinning Dabi’s hips hard to the bed with both hands.
Adam slammed home.
Dabi’s shriek was pure agony and ecstasy. Adam buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, tearing through the lingering soreness. He didn’t pause, didn’t let Dabi adjust. He pulled back and hammered in again, setting a punishing pace from the first stroke. The bed rocked with the force of it.
Dante dove back onto Dabi’s cock, sucking with renewed fervor. He gripped the base, his mouth working relentlessly, matching Adam’s brutal rhythm. Dabi was pinned, impaled, devoured. Adam’s cock pistoned into his ass, a deep, relentless pounding that stole his breath. Dante’s mouth was a hot, wet vice on his cock, pulling sensations from him he couldn’t control. Adam’s weight pressed him down, his hands rough on Dabi’s thighs.
"Yeah, fuck! Take it, bitch!" Adam snarled, his thrusts growing wilder, harder. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Dabi’s heaving chest. "Look at his face, Dante! Look how fucking wrecked he is! Suck that cock! Make him spill!"
Dante moaned around Dabi, the vibrations intensifying. He bobbed his head faster, his tongue flicking relentlessly. Dabi felt the coil in his gut tighten unbearably. He was lost in the maelstrom, the pain and pleasure indistinguishable. Adam’s cock carved a fiery path inside him, Dante’s mouth was an unrelenting suction. "Please... please..." he sobbed, unsure what he was begging for.
"Gonna come?" Adam grunted, slamming deep and grinding. "Gonna come all over Dante's pretty face while I fill your ass?"
The pressure snapped. Dabi roared, back arching as much as Dante’s grip allowed. His cock pulsed violently, jets of thick come erupting into Dante’s waiting mouth. Dante swallowed greedily, sucking him through every spasm, milking him dry, his eyes locked on Dabi’s contorted face.
Adam felt Dabi’s ass clamp down in orgasmic spasms. "Fuck yes, milk me, you tight little bitch!" he bellowed. He drove home one last time, buried deep, and held. His cock throbbed, pumping hot come deep into Dabi’s already filled channel, mixing with Dante’s spend from the night before. He groaned, a long, guttural sound, grinding his hips as he emptied himself.
They collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap. Dante released Dabi’s spent cock with a final lick. Adam slowly pulled out, leaving Dabi gaping and dripping. Dabi lay utterly ruined, trembling, covered in sweat and come, his chest heaving. The silence returned, heavier than before.
Minutes bled into each other. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the distant, muffled thump of music from the club levels above. Dabi drifted in a haze, the brutal fullness in his ass a constant reminder. Adam eventually rolled off, stretching with a satisfied grunt. Dante watched Dabi, a possessive heat still simmering in his ancient eyes.
Dabi shifted, wincing at the ache. He pushed himself up on shaky elbows, looking down at his own sticky stomach, then back at the two men who had just used him so thoroughly. A different heat flared in his gut – not just the aftermath, but a spark of defiance, of raw, untamed need. His gaze landed on Adam, sprawled lazily, still hard despite his recent release. Adam caught his look, one eyebrow quirking.
"What?" Adam challenged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Got something to say, slut?"
Dabi didn’t answer with words. He moved. Fast. He scrambled over Adam, straddling his waist, pinning Adam’s arms with surprising strength born of adrenaline and that fierce spark. Adam’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, then ignited with dark amusement. "Oh? Feeling feisty now, are we?"
Dabi leaned down, his face inches from Adam’s, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "My turn."
Adam threw his head back and laughed, a rich, dark sound. "Your turn? Think you can handle me, Pyro?"
Before Adam could react further, Dabi grabbed the discarded sleep pants and yanked them down Adam’s hips, freeing his thick cock. It sprang up, already half-hard again. Dabi spat roughly into his palm, slicking himself, his own cock, still tender but stirring back to life under the adrenaline. He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Adam’s tight entrance. Adam tensed, the smirk faltering for a second, replaced by a flicker of surprise and, underneath, a spark of challenge.
Dante watched, intrigued, arousal flaring hot and sudden. He moved silently behind Dabi. His hands settled on Dabi’s hips, fingers digging in possessively. "That's it, baby," Dante murmured, his voice a low, approving growl right against Dabi’s ear. "Show him. Take what you want." He leaned closer, his own hard cock pressing against Dabi’s lower back. "Good fucking boy."
Dabi took Dante’s words like fuel. He pushed. Adam hissed as the head breached him, his jaw clenching. "Fuck... eager little bastard..." he ground out, but he didn't push Dabi off. He lifted his hips slightly, meeting the pressure.
Dabi sank down slowly, the tight, hot clench almost overwhelming. He gasped, head falling back against Dante’s shoulder, his fingers digging into Adam’s chest. Dante held his hips steady, guiding him. "Yeah," Dante breathed. "That's it. Take him deep. Fuck him good." He spat onto his fingers, then reached around Dabi’s hip, his slick fingers finding Dabi’s stretched, slick entrance again – still wet with Adam’s come. He rubbed firmly, circling the sensitive rim.
Dabi moaned, the sensation from behind mingling with the intense pressure of Adam’s tight heat surrounding his cock. He pushed deeper into Adam, burying himself to the hilt. Adam grunted, a raw sound, his hands coming up to grip Dabi’s thighs, nails biting in.
"Good?" Dante asked Dabi, his voice thick. His finger pressed inward, sliding easily into Dabi’s abused channel.
"Y-yes," Dabi choked out, shuddering.
"Show him," Dante commanded, his voice dropping to a primal growl. He began to push his finger in and out slowly, stretching him anew. "Fuck him, Dabi. Fuck him hard. Show Adam who’s taking charge."
Dabi obeyed. He pulled back and slammed down onto Adam’s cock, drawing a sharp gasp from the man beneath him. He set a hard, fast pace, driving into Adam’s tightness, impaling himself on Dante’s finger simultaneously. The dual sensation was overwhelming, exquisite torture. He felt filled, stretched, completely owned and yet powerfully in control.
Adam watched him, eyes dark with a mix of pain, surprise, and intense arousal. "Look at you," he gasped, his voice strained. "Fucking me like a goddamn animal. Who knew you had this in you, you filthy fucking whore?" The insult was laced with a perverse admiration. "Yeah, fuck me! Harder!"
Dante added a second finger, stretching Dabi wider. He leaned forward, his teeth scraping the shell of Dabi’s ear. "You hear that?" he rasped. "He loves it. Look how he takes your cock. Look how he arches for it. Fucking perfect, Dabi. Such a good fucking boy." His fingers crooked, finding that spot inside Dabi that made his vision white out.
Dabi cried out, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. He pistoned into Adam, spurred on by Dante’s praise and the relentless stimulation from behind. Adam met every thrust, his own cock trapped between their bodies, leaking profusely. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Use me! Ruin me!" Adam growled, his head thrashing on the pillow.
Dante withdrew his fingers abruptly. Dabi whimpered at the loss, but Dante was already positioning himself. He coated his thick cock with more spit, pressing the swollen head against Dabi’s slick, stretched entrance. "Hold onto him," Dante instructed, his voice thick with lust, nodding at Adam. "And fuck him. Don't stop."
Dabi braced his hands on Adam’s chest, fingers digging in. He kept fucking Adam, his rhythm faltering only slightly as Dante pressed forward. The pressure was immense. Dante was thicker than Adam, and Dabi was still sore, still stretched from moments before. Dante pushed inexorably, the broad head breaching him. Dabi gasped, arching, his cock slipping slightly from Adam’s depths.
"Deep breath, good boy," Dante murmured, leaning over him. "Take it." He shoved forward, sinking deep into the hot, clenching heat in one powerful thrust.
Dabi screamed. Filled from both ends. Adam beneath him, his cock buried deep in Adam's ass, Dante buried deep inside him. The stretch was incredible, agonizing, perfect. He was the connection, the conduit, utterly filled and utterly in control of filling Adam.
"Fuck!" Adam roared beneath him, his body clamping down on Dabi's cock at the new pressure, the new angle forced by Dante's penetration. "Christ! Fuck!"
Dante held deep for a heartbeat, letting Dabi adjust, feeling the incredible tightness, the heat. Then he pulled back slowly, almost out, before slamming home again. Hard. The impact drove Dabi forward, burying him impossibly deeper into Adam. The rhythm began, a complex, driving cadence. Dabi fucked Adam. Dante fucked Dabi. Each of Dante's powerful thrusts propelled Dabi
The impact slammed Dabi forward, burying him impossibly deeper into Adam. A choked gasp ripped from Adam’s throat, his body clamping down like a vise around Dabi’s cock. "Fucking Christ!" Adam roared, nails digging crescent moons into Dabi’s thighs. "Feels like you’re splitting me in half, Pyro!"
Dante’s rhythm was relentless. Short, brutal shoves of his hips. Each thrust hammered Dabi onto Adam’s cock while simultaneously driving Dante’s own thick length deeper into Dabi’s stretched, burning channel. Dabi was the fulcrum, the living conduit between them. Filled. Filling. Every nerve screamed. Sweat slicked his back where Dante’s chest pressed tight, Dante’s breath hot and ragged against his neck. "That’s it," Dante growled, the Detroit rasp thick with lust. "Take it. Fuck him. Feel me." His hand snaked around Dabi’s waist, calloused fingers finding Dabi’s neglected cock, slick with pre-come and spit. He squeezed. Hard.
"Fuck!" Dabi cried out, arching violently. The dual stimulation – Dante’s cock pistoning his ass, Dante’s fist punishing his own cock, the tight heat of Adam’s ass gripping him – threatened to shatter him. His vision blurred. He pistoned into Adam, driven by Dante’s power, by his own desperate need. Adam met every desperate shove, his hips lifting, driving Dabi deeper onto Dante’s cock. "Yeah! Fuck me!" Adam snarled, eyes wild, fixed on Dabi’s agonized expression. "Show him what you fucking took from me! Show him who owns your ass!"
Dante’s laugh was a dark rumble against Dabi’s spine. "He knows." His thrusts became shorter, harder, losing rhythm, driven by pure, urgent need. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed obscenely in the chamber – Dante’s hips pounding Dabi’s ass, Dabi’s hips slamming into Adam’s. The air reeked of sex, sweat, and the faint, lingering tang of sulfur. Dante’s hand worked Dabi’s cock furiously, his thumb grinding over the leaking slit. "Feel it building, good boy?" Dante rasped, biting Dabi’s shoulder. "Feel me filling you up again? Gonna pump this tight hole full."
Adam felt the telltale tightening in his balls, the unbearable heat coiling low. Seeing Dabi lose control, impaled and dominated, feeling Dante’s power driving Dabi into him… it was the final trigger. "Do it, Dante!" Adam gasped, his own thrusts becoming frantic, shallow jerks. "Fill the greedy slut! Mark him! I’m… fuck… I’m gonna—" He shoved Dabi’s hips down hard, burying Dabi’s cock to the root inside him, holding him impaled. Adam’s back arched off the bed, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed untouched, thick ropes of come splattering hot across his own stomach and chest.
The violent clench of Adam’s orgasm around his cock, combined with Dante’s relentless fucking and ruthless handjob, detonated Dabi. He screamed, a raw, shattered sound. His body seized, back bowing impossibly, every muscle locking tight. His cock jerked violently in Dante’s grip, spurting thick jets of come onto Adam’s heaving chest, mixing with Adam’s own release. The brutal clench of Dabi’s ass around Dante’s cock was instantaneous, devastating.
Dante roared. A sound like fracturing stone. He slammed home one final time, grinding deep, burying himself to the hilt. His hips jerked uncontrollably as his cock pulsed, pumping wave after wave of hot, thick seed deep into Dabi’s convulsing channel. He held himself there, locked inside, fingers bruising Dabi’s hips, emptying himself completely into the trembling wreck pinned beneath him. His forehead pressed hard between Dabi’s shoulder blades, breath sawing.
Silence. Thick. Suffocating. Broken only by the ragged, uneven gasps of three spent bodies. Dante slowly, carefully, pulled out. The slick sound was obscenely loud. Dabi collapsed forward onto Adam, a trembling, sweaty, sticky mess, utterly boneless. Adam grunted beneath the weight but didn’t push him off, his own chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes closed. Dante stood beside the bed, looking down at them. Dabi lay draped over Adam, Adam’s come cooling on both their skins, Dante’s dripping from Dabi’s gaping hole. Possession. Exhaustion. Something darker simmered beneath Dante’s ancient gaze.
Adam cracked an eye open, meeting Dante’s look. A slow, weary, yet fiercely satisfied smirk spread across his face. He patted Dabi’s flank, the gesture almost mocking. "Told you he could take it." His voice was hoarse.
Dabi didn’t move. Didn’t speak. His breathing was shallow, hitched. The crimson light from the high windows painted streaks across his ravaged back, the bite marks, the fading bruises from Adam’s grip. Dante watched a single tremor run through him. The silence stretched, taut as a wire. Dante’s voice, when it came, was low, devoid of its earlier heat, carrying the weight of millennia. "Get cleaned up." It wasn’t a suggestion. "Both of you." He turned, the obsidian floor cool beneath his bare feet, heading towards the chamber’s en suite, leaving them tangled in the aftermath. The echo of his footsteps faded, swallowed by the vast, silent dark. Adam shifted slightly beneath Dabi’s dead weight. Dabi’s fingers twitched against Adam’s sticky skin. The thump of the club’s bass, faint but insistent, vibrated up through the stone beneath the bed.