That fucking mophead could go die and Dabi would happily be the one to kill him. He was just some smug brat that didn't know what he was getting himself into. This bond Shigaraki had created was going to break at anytime, and the moment it did Dabi would kill him.

He underestimated a Dragon Tamer's strength. Any Dragon Tamer could break any bond, with enough time and energy, unless it was a blood bond since those were unbreakable.

"So, tell me, what's your compensation? That dragon inside you has to want something," Shigaraki said, Dabi having come back to the table and actually sitting down to have a somewhat civilized conversation.

"No point in telling you," Dabi seethed back, knowing Shigaraki couldn't use their flimsy bond to force it out of him."You're going to die before I need to fulfill it."

Shigaraki moved swiftly, slamming Dabi's head into the table. Dabi felt his headache get worse, blood coming out of his nose and mouth disgustingly. He might have even chipped a tooth.

"Don't forget who has the upper hand here," Shigaraki growled, slamming Dabi's face into the table one more time for good measure."If I wanted to, I could even command you to suck my dick right now."

Dabi felt a rush of dizziness as he tried to sit up. He didn't know if he would be able to stay conscious if he was hit again, but his desire to piss off the king in front of him was overwhelming."And if you did I would bite it off."

Shigaraki slammed his head into the table again and Dabi saw stars."Looks like you need further discipline." He picked Dabi up by the hair, dragging him out the room."Kurogiri, go and grab the silver trap-box from the treasury."

"Right away, my king."

===

Dabi barely registered where they were going but soon he was not dragging across cold cobble but lush blue carpet which was giving him a rug burn.

Shigaraki dropped him onto the floor, procuring some small silver box from that vapey guy. Dabi looked up at the ceiling with a sigh, taking a glance at his surroundings to find he was in a bedroom, and a very lavish and dark one at that. This certainly wasn't the one he woke up in, it was far smaller than this, so it must've been this piss wads.

"Going straight to the bedroom without even taking me out to dinner?" Dabi practically moaned with how much he was fucking hurting right now."I thought you would be more of a gentleman."

"Don't worry," Shigaraki said, ushering Kurogiri out of the room."I'll treat you to a nice meal after this."

Dabi, a bit shocked, sat up and looked at Shigaraki in question."What, so we are fucking? Because if we are, I must tell you I prefer-"

"Shut up, ashtray," Shigaraki growled, pushing Dabi back down with his foot. Dabi would be kidding himself if he didn't find that sexy.

Shigaraki straddled his lap, opening the silver box in front of his hands very carefully.

"What's in there? Lube?" Dabi asked."That's a pretty shitty place to be keeping it. Not very convenient."

Shigaraki didn't listen to him, taking a piece of paper out of the box and setting it next to Dabi's head. Dabi turned and looked at it, finding a drawing of a human with a bunch of weird markings over its body. The various marks had words pointing to them. Dabi leaned closer to look at the words at the top of the page, and what he saw made him shudder.

"What the hell are you doing to do?" he asked, a small bit of distress in his voice.

"Didn't I already tell you to shut up," Shigaraki growled, producing a gun with something unknown filled inside its magazine. It was a lot thinner than a regular gun, muzzle also looking oddly thin and rectangular.

Shigaraki moved the gun so it rested right under Dabi's eye. Dabi could feel his heart start to pound as he stared down the barrel of the gun. This crazy creep of a king couldn't possibly be trying to kill him, could he? If so, Dabi needed to act fast before he died.

Dabi moved to blast Shigaraki in the face but was quickly stopped as Shigaraki pulled the tigger, sending a shock though Dabi's body right to his heart. Was he dead? Was this it for him?

Shigaraki moved the gun down, shooting again. The pain still wasn't connecting to Dabi. He wasn't dead? What was going on? What was Shigaraki shooting in hi-

"AHHHHHH," Dabi screamed, thrashing violently as he was shot again and again and again.

It was always in a new spot, as if to torture him even more. With each shot, Dabi felt weaker and weaker but not because of the bullets, if thats even what they were. It was something else working behind the scenes, he just knew it. This nauseating weakness could only be from one thing.

"How do you like it?" Shigaraki asked, letting up his assault as he finished off Dabi's face. He was quite happy with his work, not to brag."Each one of these staples I'm putting inside you is filled with pixie dust, a dragons greatest weakness."

Dabi groaned, unable to even look at Shigaraki though his blurred eyes."F...ffuc- yo-ou...Tomura Shigaraki!" Dabi spit out.

The king smirked."Now's not the time for that," he hushed."I still need you to answer my question. What's your compensation? What are you giving that dragon in return for its strength?"

"T-thats..." Dabi fazed in and out, trying to gain his feet as the pixie dust made him grow weaker and weaker."tw-uoo q-queess..ons..."

Shigaraki ground his teeth together, ripping Dabi's shirt open and planting another staple hard into Dabi's chest, just along his collarbone.

"GAHH!"

Another and another, he didn't give Dabi time to recover as he pierced into his bone."Keep being wise like that, it gives me an excuse to put you in more pain, but I will get my answer."

"..fu-guh! ...fuck...y-yu-AHHHH!"

Shigaraki used the paper next to Dabi as a guide, stapling all the required spots without fail. He made sure to add a bit more pressure than needed, wanting Dabi to feel the full brut of his anger.

"Ngh...ah-haha..ah!"

Dabi's screams got softer as his body became a map of pain. Never before had he felt so weak and dead at the same time. He could barely tell what he was doing anymore. Was he still on the floor? Had Shigaraki stopped yet?

"What's your compensation?" Shigaraki asked again.

"A-aahh.."

"Answer me."

Dabi coughed and Shigaraki waited for him to answer. His eyes were unclear, like he didn't even know what Shigaraki was asking him."j-ju-...euw..-eul..je-...eh..."

"Jewel? Speak clearly next time," Shigaraki grumbled. "But damn, that's a pain in the ass."

Dabi wheezed, barely even able to cough up the blood from the staples dripping into his mouth."ga-au...jah...-ust ki-eh..e-ll m-me...h..ah.."

"No, I would rather keep you," Shigaraki said."I have a whole treasury you can snack on."

"K-...ll m....ee..."

Shigaraki shot him again and this time, Dabi didn't even have the strength to scream.

===

"Eat up," Shigaraki said, producing a single diamond wrapped in a velvety fabric.

Dabi stared at it as he dropped it onto the table in front of him. He wasn't used to the weakness the pixie dust pierced into him. His whole body was still throbbing and weak, making his masochist side purr with pleasure. God, he needed to get his head fixed.

Dabi picked up the jewel in his hand, making eye contact with Shigaraki as he smashed it to pieces, blood splattering out of his closed fist. He then lifted the pieces up, dropping them into his mouth and swallowing them quickly, sharp bits of diamond cutting down his throat as he swallowed them.

Dabi curled over in pain, coughing up blood violently as the diamonds pierced through his skin. Usually the transaction would be painless, as he healed faster than the cuts were made, but the pixie dust hindered his healing so he was stuck with a bloody throat far longer than he wanted.

Shigaraki scoffed."Things would've been a lot easier for you if you had just listened to me from the beginning."

"That would've been no fun," Dabi rasped back.

"You masochist." Shigaraki glared at him, scathing look making Dabi shudder.

"Mophead," Dabi countered.

Shigaraki felt his anger slowly rising."Rotting piece of flesh."

"Bulimic hand creep."

"Wrinkled Frankenstein zombie."