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Embers In The Dark

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Summary: Burnin' goes rogue during her night patrol to meet with her lover.

Tags: Dabi X Burnin', rarepair, mild sexual content, implied sexual content, swearing, enemies to lovers, secret relationship, Burnin' is secretly a member of the PLF, smoking, established relationship, pre-paranormal liberation war arc, light smut, slight romantic fluff, grinding/kissing

Word Count: 1,904 words

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It's the middle of the night, and Burnin' got approved for one of the many night shifts at Endeavor's Agency. However, tonight, her "hero" duties are the last things on her mind. Instead, the text on her phone is burned into her brain.

Staples: Meeting. 10.

Moe Kamiji wasn't just an ordinary sidekick; she was a member of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Burnin', Endeavor's top sidekick, was one of many Pro Heroes plotting to take down the society that handed them their paychecks. They had eyes everywhere...in politics, in business, in the field; it was inevitable that one lived at least within 1000 feet of a PLF member. She had managed to keep a low profile...for the most part, other than establishing herself as Endeavor's right hand and catching the eyes of a notorious A-rank villain. Dabi had noticed Burnin' the moment she was hired by Endeavor's Agency. Part of him felt like she was just as much of a replacement for him as Shoto had been. She was always cleaning up his father's messes, operating side by side with him...they even shared a birthday, which Dabi thought was especially odd. In truth, he was a bit jealous. Despite not having the Pro Hero recognition that he had craved growing up, she still received ample amounts of his father's attention. He'd gotten close to revealing his true identity to her several times when they'd had fights about Endeavor. Sure, Burnin' believed he was just as corrupt as the system that kept him employed, but Dabi knew the truth. He wanted Moe to know the truth, but...that would be too far. After all, their relationship was casual. It was quiet. He was sure Compress was the only one who had seen them slip into Dabi's quarters every so often, and Dabi knew he'd keep his mouth shut unless he wanted his other arm to be fried off.

Their relationship had merely started as a one-night stand. To Dabi, it was more like a hatefuck. There had been a grand PLF meeting that all of the satellite Pros attended, and Moe caught Dabi's eye from the stage. He'd meet with his newest pet, Hawks, briefly, before stalking straight toward her. He'd demanded to know her convictions, demanded to know why exactly she was there, and demanded to know more intel on Endeavor. Relishing in the power she seemed to hold just out of Dabi's reach, she'd toyed with the villain, explaining that if he wanted information, he'd have to be nicer about it. Dabi didn't take that well at all.

The next morning, he'd expected her to be gone and back to her precious Agency. What he didn't expect was her to wake him up with forehead kisses and gentle strokes through his hair. It caught him off guard. The first time, it made him irrationally angry. She was just playing with his emotions...or at least that's what his brain told him. By the fourth time, he stopped pushing her away and closing himself off; she'd even helped him clean his scars and change out his staples.

Moe walks down the dimly lit street, head held high and eyes scanning her surroundings. Their usual meeting point was at the next block in the alleyway. Moe looks around, making sure that prying eyes aren't stalking her before she swiftly turns...and stops cold. The dim blue light of Dabi's cigarette burns rather brightly as he inhales, smoke blowing out his nose when he takes the thin object from between his lips and crushes it to ashes in his palm.

"You're early," Moe hums, crossing her arms over her chest. Dabi's usually late.

"Decided to end my meeting with the bird ahead of schedule. I...wanted to see you," Dabi admits slowly, as if the words pain him to speak aloud.

"Oh, really," Moe smirks, her copper flame hair casting shadows on the walls as she struts toward the villain. Dabi's gaze is cold but shaky. After forcing himself to bottle up his intense emotions for years, he has trouble expressing them at all. He looks down his nose at her as she stops in front of him, a mischievous smile on her face. Dabi rolls his eyes as more smoke billows out of his nostrils, though whether that's from the cigarette or his Quirk is unclear.

"Why exactly did you wanna meet so late with me?" Burnin' grins, knowing the answer by Dabi's mannerisms. He only smokes when he's trying to distract himself from something. The hunger in his gaze is palpable.

"Some top sidekick you are if you can't figure me out yet," Dabi spits with a familiar biting edge to his voice. Moe loves messing with him.

"Oh, Dabi, I figured you out a long time ago," Moe teases, but her words send a chill down Dabi's spine. He can't have her finding him out. A twist of anger bubbles in his heart, mixing with the carnal emotions already coursing through his veins. He needs to get it out. Without a word, he grabs her, and Moe yelps in surprise before Dabi silences her with a deep, lustful kiss. She cringes momentarily at the taste of the cigarettes before she breathes in Dabi's scent. Dabi always smelled clean...more like sterile from how often he had to clean his wounds to avoid going septic. Like an ashy hospital with a hint of whatever cheap cologne he used. Moe didn't care. Part of her liked it. Soon, Burnin' melts into the kiss, letting Dabi walk her backward until her back is against the wall, their lips never once breaking contact. Gruffly, he grips her shoulders, pinning her to the brick as he bites her lip; his chest heaves from how hard he's breathing.

"Dabi," Burnin' moans breathlessly against him as he grabs her chin, lifting her head up to sink his teeth into her neck. His other hand travels down her body, ghosting tentatively over her chest and moving down her sides, gripping her thigh with his jagged fingernails.

"Fuck. Why can't your costume have a higher collar or some shit," Dabi snaps under his breath, wishing he could leave more marks. Moe chuckles, but her laugh dissolves into a passionate sigh as Dabi wraps his arm around her waist, pulling them close until their hips are pressed against one another. She can feel his hard-on through both of their clothes.

"That down bad for a Pro Hero's sidekick, huh?" Burnin' smirks mockingly, but Dabi ignores her. If he thinks about it too much, his horniness is gonna be overcome with disgust. He doesn't want reminding that he's fallen in...something with Endeavor's top sidekick. Even if her convictions align with his own, the mere concept still leaves a bad taste in his mouth. His brain and his heart are constantly at war over this...thing that he has. These emotions that he doesn't want to give names to.

"Shut up," Dabi mutters coldly, clicking off the fire extinguisher on the back of her costume and discarding it on the ground. Before Burnin' can make a witty comeback, he swiftly spins her around, pressing her up against the wall so he can grind against her backside.

"Ooooh. Feisty are we? Gonna pull my hair, too?" Burnin' teases playfully as she rolls her hips against him, making the friction almost unbearable for Dabi. A low, cracking moan leaves his lips before he does just that; the villain grabs her ponytail and jerks it, arching her back and making her cry out in surprise before her sweet voice dissolves into a pleasured sigh. The pain is minimal compared to the strength of his own flames, and he grabs the flaming green strands with ease. Dabi leans forward and licks up the side of her neck, his breaths coming out hot and heavy with every thrust against her.

"Fuck," He groans, eyes rolling back into his head as he reaches around, his hand slipping beneath her costume and rubbing against the outside of her panties. Burnin' melts into his touch, bracing her hands against the wall to avoid sliding down it as she moans his villain name over and over.

"God, Dabi," She moans, grinding against his fingers until his dark laugh is in her ear.

"Folding so quickly for me. No more comebacks?" Dabi snickers between labored breaths. He doesn't know how much longer he can keep their clothes on. Burnin' doesn't answer; she can't at this point. Her mouth hangs agape; satisfied, high-pitched breaths are forced out of her with every motion.

Suddenly, a grating voice crackles through the speaker in Dabi's ear.

"Dabi. You're needed at the PLF headquarters," Skeptic says flatly, and Dabi promptly pulls his hand from between her legs, covering Moe's mouth with it before he presses the microphone in his ear.

"I'll be there in a few hours," Dabi responds, trying to keep his voice even. Before he can remove his hand, Skeptic's already yelling.

"No! Not in a few hours! Now! Immediately!"

"Get off my ass, weirdo. I'm busy at the moment," Dabi retorts, anger coating his tone.

"Would you like Geten to simply call all the shots for your Regiment at this meeting, then?" Skeptic trills mockingly, and Dabi's eyebrows furrow. He sighs.

"I'll be there. Let me tell Ujiko," The villain growls, and he hears Skeptic's triumphant hum from the other end of the line before it goes dead. Dabi drops his hands, and Burnin' gasps for breath, turning around to face him.

"You're leaving?" She mutters, disappointed. Dabi shrugs.

"I don't trust the ice bastard to make the right decisions. Sorry, darling," Dabi grumbles, gritting his teeth at how insanely aroused he is. If Moe wasn't on duty tonight, he'd take her with him. He takes a deep breath before gripping her waist and pulling her in for a final kiss. Moe melts at his touch once again, her arms gently wrapping around his neck, softly stroking the hair on the back of his head. Dabi hums softly into the kiss, indulging in the passion, albeit only for a moment. His tongue prods at her bottom lip, and she eagerly meets it with her own. Dabi groans, his fingernails digging into her hero Suit as he balls his hands into fists; part of him just wants to rip it off of her altogether. He wants nothing more than to claim her in this alley...but...he has work to do. With a choked growl of annoyance and regret, he breaks the kiss, forcing himself to tear away from her.

"I'll see you again soon, Staples," Burnin' grins, wiping the spit off her lips from the sloppy kiss with her sleeve. Dabi's eyes soften at the silly pet name, but he blinks it away almost instantly. Moe steps back.

"Ready, Ujiko," Dabi mutters into the microphone in his jacket. Without warning, he lurches, black ooze pouring from his mouth and surrounding him. His shimmering cerulean eyes gaze into Moe's red-orange ones until they're covered in inky sludge. With a sudden splash, he disappears; a simple puddle of the dark slime remains where Dabi once stood.

"They've gotta get a better way of transport," Moe huffs, edging away from the gross substance. She looks up at the stars in the sky, and they twinkle back at her.

"Goodnight, Dabi," Burnin' whispers to the empty alleyway.

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