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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku, Midoriya_Izuku/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Power_Play, Dominance, Dom/sub, Sexual_Fantasy, sexual_norms,
      Suicidal_Thoughts, Suicide_Attempt, Rape
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-04 Updated: 2017-03-25 Chapters: 3/? Words: 13210
****** Power play ******
by Yaoi_Queen_the_13th
Summary
     Katsuki is convinced he is fucked up. Recently, strange sexual and
     violent thoughts about Izuku makes him begin to question who he
     really is. To make things worse, a new classmate with similar
     thoughts appears at their school making him question more than his
     sexuality. Now it is not only about keeping his libido in check but
     trying to keep his sanity and Izuku safe.
***** Chapter 1 *****
                                  Power play
 
                                   Chapter 1
 
Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money off this.
 
 
 
Green eyes look up at him glistening with tears.  “Kaccuhan, why?”  
 
He could only smirk down at the trembling form kneeling in front of him
practically begging for mercy.  “Come on, Deku.  You know you want it.  Open
your mouth like a good little nerd and finally be useful.”
 
Tears finally spilled over when a hand grasped the curly locks tightly pulling
tight the skin.  “What’s wrong?  I thought you wanted to be helpful.  I have a
problem you can solve.”  Pushing the freckled face against his clothed erection
was a delightful sin.
 
The fool tried to push back but Katsuki was too strong.  “Think of it like
this. You might not be a hero but you can help a hero.  And I promise when I am
more powerful than All Might, you will still be helping me. 
 
Between the whimpering, tears and struggling, Katsuki was sure he would explode
in his pants.  No!  He couldn’t cum in is pants.  There was still much fun to
be had.  Katsuki pulled back Deku’s face to reach for his zipper and-
 
Katsuki shot up in bed.  Sweat drenching his body making his undershirt stick
to him like a second skin.    What the fuck?  He muttered trying to get his
bearings.  What was fuck was that dream about? He didn’t need to look down to
know he had probably the hardest erection he ever had in his entire life.  But
seriously what the fuck?  Katsuki knew he had problems between his over
aggressive, superior attitude to his distractive nature, but this…this was too
much. 
 
Flopping back down, he tried to gulp the precious air hoping for some answers. 
And with Deku!  Deku of all people started in his wet dream!  Wait!  Wet
dream! 
 
Yeah…There was no way for him to go back to sleep with a cook so hard it would
count as a weapon.  While a cold shower would solve his whole sweaty issue and
his hard-on, but it would also wake up his mother.  There was no way he wanted
her to start asking questions.  Luckily over the years he mastered the quiet
masturbation technique to the point where she could be in the next room and
never know.  His hand cradled the erection under the covers.  God, he needed
some relief.  As awesome as the dream was-wait, no, it wasn’t awesome!  What
was he thinking?  What the fuck was wrong with him to even think holding the
nerd down forcing him to- Fuck! Katsuki bit his bottom lip nearly splitting it
as he came all over his sheets.
 
Fuck.  Cuming was normally a relief and get way to get rid of stress building
up in his everyday life of perfect grades and being the toughest out there.  A
calm glow always fell over him but not this time.  This time it was tainted
with the sound of his childhood friend crying in his mind. What kind of monster
am I turning into?
--
 
Why the fuck can’t it be the week end?  All Katsuki wanted to do was get up and
walk away from school.  Give himself some much needed time to figure out his
fucked up dream but no- his mother wouldn’t buy the whole ‘I’m sick’ act.  He
could have thrown a fit but it was his mother and regardless of how big of a
bad ass he was, his mother’s word was law and to be respected. 
 
I need to get my mind off of this crap.  Looking around he could only find his
so called friends lazing about near one of the trees in the schoolyard.  Oh
well, better get this over with.  If he avoided them, they might come looking
for him or worse people might think something was wrong.  The last thing he
needed were people asking questions. Or to be precise, Deku.  Regardless of
what kind of asshole he was to the kid, if something appeared amiss, Deku was
the first one to ask why and show true concern.  Loser.
 
Dropping to the ground, he promptly ignored their incessant chattered about all
the rumors and gossip going around the school.  Why the hell should he care
what was happening in other people’s lives?  They were losers.  Little ants who
would amount to nothing.  The only one who might-might- end up somewhere that
was not littered with garbage and filth was Deku.  He might be a quirk less
loser but he at least had a brain in his head which was more than he could say
for half of the student population. 
 
Fucking shit! Katsuki was surprised he didn’t actually scream it as a head of
greenish curls bounced into view moving towards the building.  Clutching his
stupid notebook like a little kid only caused Katsuki’s blood to boil.  Who did
that loser think he was to be in his wet dream?  God, he wanted to go up there
and punch him in the face.  At Deku’s appearance, all the blood it seemed
decided to travel south forcing him to throw his book bag over his lap to
prevent his company from seeing what he was now sporting.  He was going to get
Deku if it was the last thing he did!
 
One of his friends snickered as he watched Deku stroll across the school yard. 
“When will he give it up?”
 
“I know.  He’s not even strong enough to be a cop.  Maybe he needs something
else to do, some other way to be helpful.”   The pair’s laughter was cut short
by Katsuki sudden movement. 
 
He needed to get out of here.  Away from those two laughing morons.  True, it
wasn’t their fault they nearly quoted his dream but why should that matter.  He
needed space to get his thoughts together but before he could think any further
about playing hooky, the bell rang and his feet lead him inside.
 
--
 
How much longer will I have to sit here?  Even though homeroom just started,
Katsuki wanted out!  Just being in the same room as Deku was not helping but at
least his erection dissipated.  Just think about something not sexy like a
sludge monster…although if Deku’s involved, there could be that whole tentacle
thing…What the fuck am I thinking!  Not sexy thoughts, not sexy thoughts and
most certainly not with the nerd! 
 
Katsuki’s red eyes glared back to find the nerd hunched over his stupid super
hero notebook.  Maybe blowing it up would give him a break from all the tension
he was feeling. 
 
As he was about to make his way over to the unsuspecting loser, their teacher
called the class into order.  “Class I would like to introduce you to a new
student. Aki moved here from Shinjuku and I expect everyone to make him feel
welcome.”
 
A new kid, uh.  Eying the boy with the blond slicked back hair, Katsuki came to
two conclusions.  One, this kid was trouble. Two, he might have found a new
friend.  Perhaps he was more competent then his current cohorts.  He seemed
intelligent but he couldn’t be sure.  Watching as the teacher was called out of
the room, he knew now was his chance to see what this kid was made of.  “Oi! I
take it you have a quirk.”
 
Everyone watched with trepidation as Aki strolled casually over to Katsuki’s
desk.  A familiar type smirk played across Aki’s face as he swiped Katsuki’s
book to the floor.  “Ass!”
 
“Pick it up.”
 
“What?”
 
“You heard me, pick it up.”
 
What was the new kid thinking!  The last thing Izuku wanted to see was the new
kid get into a fight on his very first day.  Especially with the alpha male of
the school.  It didn’t matter what the principal did to Aki, it was more a
matter of Kacchan would do to him! Not to mention Kacchan needed to keep his
record clean if he wanted to even be considered to UA.  No matter how cruel
Kacchan might seem to be, Izuku knew deep down he was a good soul.  “I’ll get
it!”  Anything to get their attention off of each other.
 
Red and gold eyes watched intently as Izuku rushed from his seat to assist.  I
don’t want them to fight, I don’t want them to fight.  Izuku’s smile quivered
as he knelt down to pick up the notebook.  Whenever Kacchan’s eyes were one
him, his nerves would fray or tense in anticipation of some sort of attack, but
now he was just observing curious more than anything.  Like Izuku was some sort
of specimen in their science class.  Maybe it was a good thing but good things
never lasted long in his life.
 
Aki smirked as he watched Izuku struggle to lift the book from the floor. “I
thought you were going to pick it up.” 
 
Izuku nearly laughed at his own foolishness.  “You did this.  It’s your quirk.”
 
Pity.  I wanted to game to go on for a bit longer.  “Yeah.  I can make anything
I want stick.  All I need to do it touch it.”  With a snap of his fingers,
Izuku fell back with the book still in his hand. “And with a snap, fix
everything.”
 
“A binding quirk…”Izuku’s mind was rapidly thinking of pros and cons to this
new type of quirk.  “Sure, it would come in handy if you needed to restrain a
villain but could you bind more than one thing?  If you could, would the snap
release everything or one at a time?  Could this power be thrown?  Aki said he
needed to touch something but could he develop his power to not need contact.”
 
“Is he insane?”  Aki turned to Katsuki as he listened to Izuku mutter to
himself.
 
Rolling his eyes, he had to grin.  Leave it to Deku to make a great first
impression.  “You could say that.  That quirk less loser is obsessed with
learning all there is about the different types of quirks.  Thinks he can be a
hero without one.”
 
“Really is a loser, huh.” 
 
Maybe I should have just let them fight.  Aki’s gold eyes seemed to pierce his
soul as he stared at the boy.  Aki was trying to figure something out.  More
than likely he found a new target.  Great!  As if Kacchan wasn’t enough.  But
at least the new kid’s quirk wasn’t as painful.  Izuku was still shock how he
didn’t bare any scars from his previous encounters with his childhood friend. 
“Yeah.  I don’t have a quirk…but there is more to being a hero than that.”
 
When Izuku did not receive a reply from anyone, he made himself small and hid
behind his school notebook at his desk. 
 
An uneasy queasy feeling rumbled in Katsuki’s stomach as he tried to read Aki. 
He was both right and wrong about the new kid.  Oh, he was going to be trouble,
it was a plain as day but Aki was not going to be his friend.  Not with the
look he was giving Deku.  Deku was his!
 
--
 
The ended of the day didn’t come soon enough for Katsuki.  Finally, he could go
home, look at some porn, forget about Deku and that stupid dream and everything
would be right in his little world.
 
As his feet were about to reach freedom, a boom of callous laughter forced him
to freeze.  Whatever was so funny was obviously not good.  Looking over his
shoulder, his blood froze seeing Deku with his pants down in the middle of the
schoolyard. Fuck! The poor kid stood there red as a cherry with his green pants
around his ankles.  The only saving grace, if you could call it that, was his
green boxers stayed on his hips. 
 
Why the fuck are you just standing there, you moron!  Do you want everyone to
see your underwear?  When the trembling hands finally reached for the cloth
below, tears started to fall as he made an attempt to pull up his pants, but
one try and he let the fabric flutter back to the ground. 
 
What the hell?  Are you that weak?  From the corner of his eye, Aki slouched
against one of the many trees decorating the schoolyard.  That bastard!  I
should have known! 
 
His body seemed to move before his brain had a chance to catch up to it.  But
fuck it!  A fist grabbed hold of Aki’s collar forcing him to look away from the
obscene display.  “What the fuck is your problem?”
 
Aki chuckled at Katsuki rage.  “What’s wrong?  I’m just having a little bit of
fun.  Don’t tell me you never pantsed the nerd.”
 
“Cut it out and let the loser pull up his fucking pants!  I don’t want to see
his boxer anymore!”
 
With an over dramatic sigh; Aki snapped his fingers allowing Izuku to attempt
to regain some of his dignity.  “Not sure what the big deal is.  I’m actuality
kind of surprised he doesn’t wear super hero underwear.  Weren’t you curious?”
 
“No and that’s not the point!  Some things you just don’t do!”  Mocking him,
exploding his personal belongings, causing explosions around/on him and
suggesting suicide (ok, maybe that was a little much Katsuki had to admit), but
this reached a whole new level of depravity he never would have touched even in
his wildest dreams.  Except for last night…  “Besides…the nerd is mine.  He’s
off limits to everyone except me.”
 
“I don’t see your name on him.  Or maybe it’s in a place I can’t see right
now.  Perhaps I should check him all over.”
 
“I’m warning you-“
 
“My, you sure are protective.  Or is it you want to be included.”
 
“What-“
 
Aki flung his arm around Katsuki, bring is ear close to his mouth.  “He really
is worthless, isn’t he?  Not much use to anyone.  The only thing he can offer
his betters would be his body as a plaything.”
 
A cotton feeling filled Katsuki’s mouth.  No…this wasn’t right.  Sure, quirk
less people were useless…but-
 
“Think about it.  You’re doing nothing wrong.  He keeps going on and on about
being a hero one day but you and I know the truth.  It’s never going to
happen.  The least he could do is make our lives a little better while we are
off saving the day.  A bit of stress relief.”
 
Red eyes followed a disheveled and embarrassed Deku as he attempted to leave to
school yard with whatever dignity he had left.  Vivid images of his nightmare
flashed in his mind.  Deku on his knees, tears streaming down his face, a
whimpering voice.  Slowing the blood starting flowing to his groin. 
 
“Looks like you agree with me.”  Katsuki never hated someone’s laughter so much
before.  It was like hear nails on a chalk board. 
 
What am I?  A hero or a-.Yanking out of his classmate’s hold, Katsuki fought
the urge to wipe away every place the foul person had touched.  “You are right.
He’s useless.  But there are some lines you just don’t cross.  That’s one of
them.”
 
As he walked away, he the weight of gold eyes rested on his back.  It wasn’t
over.  Maybe he was being protective, but there was a huge difference between
being a bully and a scum bucket. 
 
He just wanted to get home and forget this day ever happened. 
 
To be continued…
 
--
The plot bunnies!  They are attacking!  Not sure if you know where this is
going but its going to be dark. 
 
And if you do not know what I am talking about with the sludge monster, rewatch
the first episode! 
 
I know I haven’t been the best with updating my other fics.  Been going through
a lot to the point where I couldn’t write.  No joke.  I would sit in front of
the laptop and no thoughts would come to my head.  I have even gone back to the
old school method of pen and paper to get started with things.  Where I was
working sucked and I am moving to a different building.  Not only that but I am
moving where I am living this month.  Lots of packing. 
 
Till next time.  Write on and live the write life!
***** Chapter 2 *****
                                  Power play
 
                                   Chapter 2
 
Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money off this.
 
 
 “I can’t believe what kind of slut you are, Deku.” Katsuki grinned gripping
him by his bound hands.  Red eyes raked over his naked body causing shivers to
run down his spine.  How was it that Kacchan was able to make him feel so
helpless?  Even before his clothes had come off and his hands bound, Izuku was
under his command more like a slave than a person.
 
“This right here proves it.”  Gripping Izuku’s hard on.  “You love this, don’t
you?  All tied up with no chance of escape.  I could hide you away.  Somewhere
no one will ever find you.  You would be my personal pet.  I would fuck you
everyday till you couldn’t move.  Would you like that?  To be my fucking pet?”
 
Callous hands traveled lower past Izuku’s ball to his hole.  A finger tip
circling around never entering, only teasing nearly driving him insane with
want. “This here would be mine.  No one else’s.  Your boy pussy is just begging
to be fuck nice and hard.  Do you want my cock that much, you whore.  I bet you
do.  I’m sure you would like to live on it.”
 
 
Oh my god! Izuku opened his eyes in the darken bedroom.  This, this was not
good.  Or at the very least not too comfortable as he felt his cooling
ejaculate coating his underwear.  I can’t let my mom see this!  The last thing
he wanted was to explain to her about his wet dream.  Sighing, he quickly
changed his underwear, stuffing the dirty ones at the bottom of the hamper to
wash them later.
 
But the laundry issue was the least of his worries.  Over the past few months,
his wet dreams seemed darker and more twisted than he would have expected. 
Often time, he would dream of being tied up, forced into submission or even
spanked.  His classmates didn’t have those types of dreams.  Or at least from
what he heard.  Often times, people would just walk on by him, not even seeing
the quirkless loser.  But of all the boasting and bragging, never once did he
hear about something so…strange. 
 
It was still way too early to be up but sleep would be next to impossible.  He
needed to find some answers.  Anything that could explain why he was feeling
this way. 
 
Plopping down at his computer, he had the sum of human knowledge at his finger
tips.  He prayed it might hold some answers for him. 
 
20 minutes later, after refining his search a few times, a site popped up which
held some promise.  “Not Vanilla”, the hyperlink read.  Description.  “A site
for people with sexual tastes that are anything other than normal.” 
 
And down the rabbit hole he went to a world unlike anything he could have ever
imagined.  Numerous terms flung across the screen, each with their own
definition and history.  One in particular caught his eye, BDSM. An acronym. 
Broken down it stood for “Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission,
Sadism and Masochism” According to the definition, it was some sort of sexual
preference.  Shortly put, it was a deviant type of sexual behavior in which
people received sexual pleasure from being controlled or abused.  Others
received the same type of pleasure having control or abusing someone.  If his
past dreams were any indication, he was draw to it.  At least subconsciously.
But no matter how he thought about it, it was anything but normal.
 
Anything but normal.  Deviant.  That was the word used.
 
Looks like I have something else to add me my list.  He continued his morose
musing as the slouched in his chair.  Nothing about me is normal.  I’m shorter
than everyone else; I don’t have a quirk and now this.  Looking over at the
screen, it displayed a message board for questions and new members to the
group.  The thought of why the hell not came to mind.  He had nothing to loose.
 
Scrolling through it was almost comforting to see others in the same boat.  “Is
this really normal?”  one post said.  “What are things to think about before I
try something like this?”  But it was the last one that really caught his eye. 
“Things to know and remember for everyone in BDSM.”  With the clock blinking 4
am, Izuku could spend a little more time trying to sort himself out.
 
So, he clicked on the link.
 
“Never thought I would even think of posting something like this.”  The post
started.  “But after time and time again, I find people to be not only stupid
but cowardly.  We walk around our everyday lives afraid to show who we are and
then when we need advice, we refuse to ask.  Let me start by saying this. 
There is nothing wrong with you!  There is nothing wrong with liking BDSM,
there is nothing wrong with being turned on by being dominated or dominating
someone else.  Everyone is entitled to like different things in the bedroom. 
But what is wrong is not doing it right.”
 
Ok.  This was starting to help a little.
 
“First, everything must be consensual.  If at any point you are forced,
actually forced not role play forced, to do something against your will, call
the police and stay away from that person!  You have a right to say no or
refuse.  Never forget that!  How do you know if it is play or not play?  That
is where something called safe words comes in. 
 
Safe words are words used during play to communicate to each other how you are
feel.  Does something really hurt?  Are you truly scared, ect.  There are many
different ways you can use safe words.  Some people prefer a stop word like
car.  Whenever the word is said all play stops.  But remember, it needs to be a
word you both can remember in the heat of the moment.  Other people, including
me, prefer the stop light.  Green means everything is ok and can continue. 
Yellow means you are reaching you limit or are unsure but can still go ahead
but your partner needs to be careful and take it slow.  Red means stop
everything.  It’s not only important to remember the word but to obey its
meaning.  Otherwise it is no longer consensual.  And don’t forget, using those
words does not make you weak.  You are communicating with your partner.  Trust
me when I say your partner would rather stop play than make you feel unsafe or
threaten.  If not, find yourself a new one!
 
In any relationship, communication is extremely important.  In a BDSM
relationship, even more so.  Lack of communication can be isolating in this
type of environment.  But your partner may not communicate if there is a lack
of trust.  Trust. Everything about BDSM is about trust.  Trusting your partner
to listen to the safe words when you are really into it.  Trusting your partner
to respect your boundaries and to trust they will still care for you if
something goes wrong.
 
If you are new to this rabbit hole of sexual fantasy, welcome, but remember,
you will always have a choice, there is nothing wrong with role playing but
when it is no longer play, please get help. 
 
Take care of yourself and your partner.”
            -AS
 
There’s nothing wrong with it. Well, of course someone who posts on this type
of website would say that!  Not like he’s going to say “this is wrong.”
 
Even as he got back into bed for a few more minutes of shut eye, Izuku couldn’t
help but feel a little relieved that somewhere out in the world there were
others like him and they thought he was normal.
--
 
Where the fuck is it?  Katsuki was sure he packed everything the night before. 
So, where the fuck was his fucking history notebook?  He couldn’t have left it
at home.  Did he bring it home?  Well, it had to be at home cause it sure as
hell wasn’t in his desk or locker.  But he couldn’t remember bringing it home. 
Did he leave it somewhere?  Yeah right, he wasn’t that careless with his
academic things but if he didn’t leave it somewhere than someone had to have
taken it.
 
“Fuck…”  The last thing he needed was his teacher getting on his case about
this stupid notebook.  Last night, was dreamless, thankfully, but it took quiet
a long time to fall asleep.  Most of the time was spent tossing and turning
over that stupid dream with that stupid loser.  The porn didn’t help either. 
His fingers seemed to want to search up crap like bondage.  Male bondage. 
Kinbaku at one point.  And for some unfucking known reason half the twinks he
saw reminded him of Deku.  Honestly, how many people in the porn industry have
green hair and eyes?  Apparently too fucking many!  Jacking off to them only
made things worse.  Now he had solid ideas of what he might do if he was left
along with that fucker.  God, his mind was held more malice then he thought. 
It seemed almost…evil. 
 
“You ok, man?” If Deku was the last person on Earth he wanted to see, Aki was
the last person in the universe. 
 
Slightly lifting his head from his hands, glaring hoping to deter his classmate
from speaking again.  “What do you want?”
 
“I just wanted to know if you were ok?  You seemed…off.”
 
Katsuki snorted.  Who did this fucker think he was?  “Like you know what “off”
is for me.  We’ve known each other for what?  A day?”
 
A hand ran through golden tresses as Aki had the decency to look ashamed.
“Look, if this about yesterday, then I’m sorry.  I get carried away sometimes
and say things I don’t mean.  Not sure if you get it.”
 
Maybe it was just nerves.  Katsuki never moved around but from talks in the
hall, Aki moved pretty frequently.  Maybe he was just trying to fit in or
wanted to see where he was in the pecking order.  That Katsuki could
understand.  Power was essential for life in this world.  Without it, you were
nothing and would live under someone else’s shoe.  Or spend your whole
miserable life trying to get out from underneath it.  “No, I get it.”
 
The slight smile on Aki’s face convinced Katsuki he did the right thing.  Maybe
this guy wasn’t so bad after all.  He had been wrong before.  “Just remember
the nerd is off limits.  Pretend he has my name on him.”
 
“No problem.  Oh, by the way, you dropped this for you left yesterday.  I meant
to give it back but…well…you know.”  Aki grinned handing over the notebook.
 
“Thanks, you’re a life saver. Funny, I still don’t remember dropping it.”
 
“It happens to all of us.  Don’t worry about it.  Today is going to be a great
day.  I can feel it.” 
 
Even as class started, Katsuki couldn’t shake the feeling of dread balling up
in his stomach.  Please just let it be gas.
 
--
 
As the clock neared four, Izuku still strolled the halls contemplating the
other part of his dream that no website, no matter how advanced, could help him
understand.  Kacchan.  Izuku always thought of himself as an intelligent
person.  He studied hard for his subjects, would research for the fun of it and
in general, loved knowledge.  So, why did he have such a sexual dream with his
bully?
 
Probably because that was what Kacchan would be like in the bedroom.  All
violent and forceful.  Thinking about him having a tender moment during sex was
more unrealistic than him sprouting wings.  But for all of Kacchan’s faults,
there was good in him.  Izuku knew it.  Kacchan still wanted to be a hero. 
It’s just he…well…needed to feel stronger than everyone else.  But he didn’t
need to be stronger.  He was strong enough.  Not only that but he was smart,
driven and handsome. 
 
Gulping as his checks lit up, Izuku needed to calm the boiling blood before all
of it traveled south.  Puberty was hard enough without fantasizing about the
one person who he could never be with…but still it was nice to dream.
 
A hand slamming on the wall next to him rapidly brought him out of his
reminiscing and blocking his path.  His emerald eyes followed the arm to see
Aki’s grinning face.  Normally, Kacchan wore that grin but with Aki…it felt
more dangerous.  Kacchan was at least predicable.  Aki was an unknown.  “Good
afternoon, Aki.  What are you doing here so late?”  He hoped his heart would
stop pounding in his chest something just was not right. 
 
“You know, Izuku.  I still can’t get over you.  All day you sit there, working
hard, thinking you will still make some kind of hero for yourself.  Pathetic. 
There is no way you are going to be anything other than a quirkless loser who
only lives because the powerful allow it.”
 
Sweat started to drip down the back of Izuku’s neck damping his shirt collar. 
This wasn’t good.  He needed to get out of here.  He didn’t know what Aki was
planning but he didn’t want to stick around to find out. Quickly, he spun
around to make a run for it but before he could move anywhere, an arm wrapped
around his neck in a chock hold, forcing him to still.  “Let me go.”  He
chocked out as the pressure increased causing him to gasp.
 
“Why would you want to go?”  Aki chuckled bringing is mouth close to his ear,
the air from his breath causing a shiver to run through him.  “The fun is just
about to start.”
 
Spotting an empty classroom, Aki dragged Izuku into it with easy.  Everything
about this was going to be easy.  Aki loved his time of day at school.  No one
around.  No on to interfere. No one to hear Izuku scream.  It was perfect.
 
Releasing his hold, Izuku rushed away, trying to get some distance between the
two of them, squarely putting a desk between them.  “What do you think you are
doing?”  He had to be brave.  He couldn’t just sit there and be killed.
 
“Just what I said.  Having fun.”  Winking at the terrified teen.
 
The door!  He had to get to the door.  In was his only option.  He tried to
make for the exit only to find his hand wouldn’t leave the desk.  What the-
 
Aki tisked, wagging his finger back and forth like you would to a disobedient
kindergartener.  “Did you forget?  I can make anything stick.  Oh and don’t try
to run.  Even though it would be funny to see you run with the desk attached to
your hand, it would be very annoying and if you anger me, well…I can’t promise
you leaving here in one piece.”
 
This wasn’t happening.  It couldn’t!  Izuku watched as Aki moved a desk against
the wall.  Muttering something about balance.  Please let me get out of here
alive. 
 
Tears seemed to spring on their own accord.  Thoughts of everything he wanted
to accomplish in his life flashing before his eyes.  His dream of being a
hero.  Making his mother proud.  Helping people.  Becoming friends with Kacchan
again.  Attending U.A. Meeting All Might.
 
A gentle hand rested on his tear stained check.  An almost serene look passed
over Aki’s face as he held Izuku’s trembling check.  Almost.  The darkness in
the eyes contradicted the picture.  “You need to relax and enjoy yourself. 
Think about it like training for your new career path.”
 
New career path? “What- Ah!”  A hand roughly grabbed him between his legs. 
What was he doing? The shock of being touched where only his hands ever went
nearly caused him to topple over, taking the desk with him.
 
“WOW!  And here I thought I was going to have to do all the work.  But you are
just ready to go, aren’t you?”
 
Oh God!  He wasn’t going to…He couldn’t.  Anything but that!  “No!  You don’t
understand.”  His mind raced, trying to explain everything but the words
wouldn’t leave his mouth.
 
“Oh, I understand. You’re hard as a rock now.  Here’s what going to happen. 
You are going to be a good little nerd and do as I say or I will leave you here
when I am done for people to find you.  Got it!  And believe me; I will make
sure it won’t be a pretty picture.”
 
Izuku’s mind went blank as hands went for his fly.  Please just kill me. I
don’t want this.  Tears wouldn’t stop.  No matter how hard he tried. As the
protective layers of fabric were stripped away, Izuku was barely able to
prevent himself from hyperventilating.  It didn’t help when the cool air of the
classroom hit his groin. 
 
“Nice.”  He heard Aki murmur in approval.  “At least you’re normal in one
area.”  His hand wrapped around his member stroking it a few times enjoying the
velvety warm flesh.    
 
“Don’t touch me!”  He cried trying to bat away the offending hand. Aki wasn’t
allowed to touch him.  
 
“You know what’s going happen, don’t you?  I’m going to give that tight hole of
you’re a good workout.  I’m going to pour my seed deep in you and make you
scream.  Resist me and they will find you lying in the floor with my cum
dripping from your ass in the morning.”
 
“Please…”  His pants were ripped off his feet taking his shoes with them.  His
pants, underwear and shoes flung somewhere in the massive room. 
 
“The socks stay.  They make for a better picture.” Snapping his fingers,
Izuku’s hand was finally free.
 
He didn’t resist as he was lead to the desk against the wall.  “Get on there.” 
He pointed to the desk.
 
“Wha-Ah!”  Aki’s squeezed Izuku’s cock.  “You heard me.  Get up there.  I don’t
want to wait.”
 
There was nothing he could do.  Aki was stronger than he was and even if he
managed to make it to the door, how far could he get without his shoes and
without anything covering his lower half.  There was only one thing to do.  
Try to get throw this with his sanity intact.  Scrambling up to sit on the desk
he looked away from Aki’s golden eyes.  Feeling those hands on his, he
unsuccessfully tried to surpass a shudder.  “This should work.”  Again, his
hands were stuck.  “You wanted to know more about my power didn’t you?  Here is
your chance to find out.”  Aki maneuvered Izuku’s hands toward the back of the
desk making him lean backwards nearly arching his chest.  “Good, good.  Now for
the legs.”  Bending the limp legs up onto the desk, forcing them to bend
putting Izuku on display.  By now, Izuku could tell he would not be able to
move his feet.  Just like his hands.
 
Taking a step back, Aki admired his handy work.  Perfect.  Taking a moment, he
needed to compose himself or he might just cum before he even really got to
play with his new toy.  Such an alluring picture.  His freckled face flushed
with shame and embarrassment.  Tear streaks marking up his checks.  Trembling
lips trying not to scream.  And of course, the mouth watering erection which
sprung up from the nest of green curls almost ready to explode.  Reaching in
his pocket, he pulled out his phone.
 
A bright flash followed by a click sealed Izuku’s fate.  Smiling to himself,
Aki knew this picture would be a nice addition to his collection.  Now for some
variation.
 
It’s all a dream.  That’s it.  All a dream.  I am going to wake up safe in my
bed.  Nothing will have happened.  Even as he tried to focus on those thoughts
he knew they were just lies to keep him from screaming.  Especially after Aki
opened his jacket and shirt exposing his chest, the fabric pooling around his
shoulders.
 
“There!”  He said pinching his nipples, pebbling them.  “Just one more.  Come
on, Izuku, give the camera a smile.”
 
Flash.  Click.
 
This wasn’t happening….
 
Snap.  The pressure keeping his body in place dissipated having Izuku fall to
the ground in a boneless pile.  “Please.  Let me go home.”  He looked up from
the dirty classroom floor almost knowing the answer.
 
“Oh, Izuku.  Of course you can go home.  Just when I’m finished.”  Yanking him
off the ground and pushing him to the desk, Izuku was forced to bend over. 
“Now be a good boy and don’t fight me.  I told you what would happen if you
did.  And as much as I would love to hear the school talk about how sweet
little Izuku was banged in a classroom so hard he passed out, I must admit I
don’t want anyone getting a taste of you just yet.”
 
Scrunching his eyes shut, he couldn’t stop the a fresh wave of tears from
falling once more as the sound of a bottle being opened echoed in his ears. 
“Oh, don’t cry.  Like I said, think of this as training.  I’m going to make
sure you know exactly how to treat your betters.  You’re going to be prefect. 
You’re smart so you’ll learn fast.  I won’t have to punish you too much.  But
baby steps.  Baby steps.  Let’s see what this useless body of your can do.”  A
wet finger circled the rosebud entrance before slowly sinking in one digit at a
time.  “See? You’re a good boy.  If you weren’t, I wont be nice and use lube. 
But you’re a good boy aren’t you.  So obedient.”  He muttered adding another
finger.
 
Izuku’s fingers cracked under the pressure from the force he used to grip the
desk.  It wasn’t so much the pain, there wasn’t as much as he expected more of
a strange feeling of being full.  It was the words finally sinking in.  His new
career. “Ah!”
 
“See, I told you it wouldn’t be bad if you listen.  Do you know what that was? 
No?  It was your prostate.  It feels good when it’s touched, right?”  As if to
demonstrate he jabbed his fingers right into it.  The force and the unexpected
pleasure from it created a strangled moan up from Izuku’s throat and a burst of
clear precum to hit the side of the desk he leaned on. “Aww, you are already
getting messy.”  Pointing out the precum dripping down the front of the desk.
 
Stop talking!  Just stop talking!  “You know what I think?”  Please, just stop
talking.  “I think you need this.” He crooned, gripping the green lock tightly
pulling his neck backward to whisper in his ear.  “Need to be controlled and
abused.  Just look at yourself.  I barely had to do anything to get you hard
but now you are practically begging for it.  Don’t worry.  I promise to give
you what you need.”
 
The fingers pulling out, only to be replaced by something much larger.  “Are
you ready?” sandwiching Izuku’s body between the desk, he began to enter him
agonizingly slow for to revel in the feeling of conquest than for Izuku’s
comfort.  Each inch painfully forced in and despite the use of lube, Izuku
could already feel the friction causing him to bleed.  God, what would it have
been like without it?
 
When he was finally fully seated in, Aki allowed himself to breath.  “Dear god,
you’re tight.  Have you ever done this with anyone before?”
 
The light sobbing only caused a grin to spilt across his face.  “No?  Awww. 
Were you saving it for someone special?  Or were there just no takers.  Either
way, I’m honored.  I don’t remember the last time I had a cherry.  Normally the
only things I get are sloppy seconds.  I think we need to commemorate this
occasion.”  Pulling out slightly, he took back out his phone.  Focusing the
angle, he made sure to get a good picture of his cock inside Izuku’s ass. 
“There we go.  Aww don’t cry.  It could be worse, we could have an audience.  I
wonder how those tickets would have sold.  Come see Izuku lose his virginity. 
I’m sure that at least one person would have creamed their pants.”
 
He wouldn’t scream.  He wouldn’t.  He lost everything.  His dignity.  His
virginity.  He would hold back.  Panting, Izuku tried to escape this hellish
nightmare.  Pretending he was anywhere but under his classmate with a cock up
his ass in their homeroom.  His mind drifted back to Kacchan.  All the thoughts
of their childhood before it was revealed Izuku would never have a quirk.  How
protective and possessive he was.  In an odd way, that never changed.  Izuku
always belonged to him.  His territory was always marked by some sort of singe
mark on his cloths or person.  Marking that showed who he belonged to and
heaven help anyone who encroached on what belonged to him.
 
Slamming back in, Aki smiled at how tight Izuku was.  God, a virgin.  He loved
those the best.  Always so tight and warm.  Unused to the ways in which the
body came be twisted and the mind warp.  Turning pain into pleasure and making
all rational thought disappear.  Aki knew he wouldn’t last too much longer but
first…
 
His hand wrapped around Izuku’s neglected member.  “Wha-“  His hope of being
left alone faded as Aki roughly stroked Izuku’s cock.
 
“Don’t worry.  Like I said, this is part of your training.  You aren’t allowed
to cum until your client tells you, but this is your first time.  So, I’m going
to be nice and help you.”
 
The hand started to pick up speed keeping in time with the cock inside him,
every time hitting his prostate with renewed vigor.  Each thrust a double ended
sword of pain and pleasure.  Pain he could take.  Pain would be a natural
response to something like this.  But pleasure.  That was worse.  Maybe Aki was
right; on some level he really did want this.  Maybe this was where he should
be.  No!  He couldn’t think like that. He didn’t want this! No matter what
happened he would not break.
 
Heat started to pool in his lower abdomen, signaling Izuku was nearing the
end.  He wanted it over.  He just wanted to cum, for Aki to cum, go home and
forget this ever happened.  “Ah, Kac-“literally biting his tongue to keep from
screaming as his world turned white for a moment.
 
The constricting heat was heaven.  So much better than others he had.  Maybe
next time he would need to wear a cock ring to make it last longer.  But those
were thoughts for another time.  Giving one final violent thrust, he spilled
his seed deep inside.  Laying spent on top of Izuku, a twisted grin creak on
his face.  This boy was something else.  No doubt about it.  This was the
greatest fuck he had in a long time and it would only get better with time. 
Soon the loser would be at his beckon call without a hint of resistance.  It
would take time but they would get there.  Now to insure there was a next time.
 
Pulling out slowly, he watched in fasciations as the mixture of his white
semen, Izuku’s red blood and the clear lube dribble from the abused hole. 
Beautiful.  Taking out his phone, he took the last picture of the evening. 
“Hu?  Aren’t you going to get your pants?”  As Izuku had not moved from his
draped position over the desk, all the life and will literally fucked out of
him.  “That is unless you would like me to take you again.”  He chuckled as he
watched Izuku limp over to retrieve his clothes.  His eye bore into him, it was
like watching a strip tease in reverse, but at the same time, still alluring. 
Everything about that boy intrigued him.  And he didn’t see Katsuki’s name on
him…
 
As Izuku reached the door, his name was called out.  Please just let me go
home.  You said I could go home.  Unless he means to kill me. 
 
“Oh, don’t look at me like that!”  It wasn’t Aki didn’t enjoy the sight of
Izuku’s tear stained face, fear running wide across it.  He just didn’t want to
get hard again.  “I wanted you to have a look at something.”  Throwing his arm
around Izuku like they had been best friends for years, Aki took out his
phone.  “I wanted to show you the pictures.  I think they came out nice.  What
do you think?”  Aki scrolled throw the picture of the nightmare, all the while
Izuku tried his best not the vomit all over the camera even as he felt bile
rise in his gullet.  “What do you others will say about them?”
 
The breath caught in his throat, preventing him from speaking.  "Other?”  No.
 
“I mean, how can I keep these gems all to myself?  I think the world should see
them.  What do you think?”
 
No.  It was over.  Aki got what he wanted, it was over.  It had to be.  What
else could he want?  What else could he do?  With those pictures, he could
destroy his life and his mother’s.  Oh god! What would she say if she ever saw
them?  Would anyone believe he was raped?  Who would believe him?  Kachann!  He
would see them too!  Oh god please let me die!  I want to die!  Fresh tears
dribbled down his already red face. 
 
“Please…don’t…”
 
Aki pretended to ponder this for a moment.  “Well…if I am going to keep this to
myself, I am going to need something from you?  And I think you’re smart enough
to know what it is.”
 
“Please…something…I can’t…”
 
“You can’t?  Then I can’t keep these to myself.  I know.  I’ll get them printed
and mail them out to lets see…your mom, Katsuki, the principal.  And of course
they would need to go online as well.  What do you think your mom would say if
she saw her precious baby boy like that?  All laid out like some whore.”
                                        
Please leave her alone.  She’s suffered enough because of me.  First my father
leaving then not having a quirk, please leave her alone.  She can’t stand
anymore humiliation.  “Leave her out of this.”
 
“You be a good boy and she will never know.” 
 
--
 
Aki grinned.  This was too easy.  It always was.  But there was just something
a little more satisfying about this one. Maybe it was the fire burning right
beneath the surface.  Or it could be his little game he was playing with
Katsuki.  Either way Aki couldn’t be the only one to have fun. Picking up his
cell, his fingers danced along the numbers.
 
The phone rang a few times and just when he was about to hang up, the phone on
the other line clicked.  “Hello?”  A groggy voice answered on the other line.
 
“Really?  Is that the greeting I get?  I thought you would be happy to hear
from me, Shin.” 
 
“Fuck!  Aki?  Jezz I didn’t recognize the number.  What happened to you?”
 
“Had to ditch the old number and needed to stay low for a bit. But things are
better here than they were in Shinjuku.  People here are stupid.  Even the
smart ones.”
 
“You sound like you’ve been having a good time over there.”
 
“Understatement.  Found someone new.  You might be interested.  He’s your
type.” Scrolling over he sent over the pictures of Izuku’s wild night.  He
could fell his pants tighten just from the memories.
 
“Oh, you are right about that! Just got to find a place to stay for a bit.”
 
“Don’t worry about that.  I have it all covered.”
 
To be continued….
 
 
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It’s going to get very, very dark. 
 
I hope to update after I update some other fics. 
 
Till then write on and live the write life.
 
 
 
***** chapter 3 *****
                                  Power play
                                        
                                   Chapter 3
                                        
             Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money off this.
 
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Pft.  Izuku lend over the toilet vomiting the last bit of bile remaining in his
system.  The acidic taste almost as comforting as the burning to his now singed
throat. At least it told him he was still alive…mostly.  This was a normal
reaction.  He tried to tell himself finally able to breath with stomach juice
shushing up from his esophagus.  After what happened…
 
He needed to get to bed.  To rest but his body refused to listen to him. 
Everything drained from him, his body collapsing on the cold tile floor of the
bathroom.  I need to get clean.  But there was no clean.  He would never be
clean.  Even after the scolding hot shower he just took.  Still the hands were
there.  Still the taunting was there.  Nothing was going to change that. 
Nothing!
 
He couldn’t face the world.  Not today. 
--
 
Minuscule explosions detonations as Katsuki tried to stay calm in class.  That
useless loser wasn’t in class.  Apparently, according to his mother, he was too
sick to come to school and naturally, his mother volunteered her son to gather
the dork’s school work and bring it to him.  Because, you know, their mothers
just had to be best friends. 
 
There really was no use in complaining, his mother’s request would be obeyed. 
But how fucking sick did he have to be to miss school.  The nerd nearly had
perfect attendance every year and on more than one occasion snuck into school
when he was under doctor’s orders to stay in bed.  Yeah, he was that big of a
nerd.  God.
 
The empty seat behind him seemed to mock him.  A reminder of what was missing
in his everyday routine.  Get up, get ready for school, eat breakfast, torment
the loser, go home, go to bed, repeat in the morning.  Looking back again, he
pondered the reason of this new annoyance.  Was it just the disturbance in his
routine?  Maybe, but probably not.  Did he miss Deku?  Well, he normally did
see him everyday even during break unless they were on holiday but “miss” was a
strong word.  Was he worried?  Maybe…no…he couldn’t be.  There was nothing to
worry about.  People get sick all the time.
 
Sighing, he couldn’t wait for the final bell to ring if only so he could go
home and rub one out after he was finished his obligations.
 
---
 
Fuck, how long had it been since he was Deku’s place?  It had to have been
what? 5 years at least.  But standing on the door step a twinge of nostalgia
wormed its way into his heart.  Fucking emotions, fucking Deku for being sick
and giving me these fucking emotions.  I’m going to fuck him up when I see him
next time.  The clenched fist banged on the door hoping to startle the
occupants inside.
 
--
 
Why couldn’t the world just leave him alone for the day?  Izuku would face it
tomorrow but right now, he needed to heal.  His heart fragmented by threats of
future violations and as terrible as it maybe, nothing could compare to the
thought of it going public.  As long as he could protect his mother, he would
survive.  He just needed to think of a way out of it.  But every time he tried,
his feet froze in fear.  Too much hanged in the balance at the movement.  He
needed to tilt the scales a little for it to be safe.
 
Another bang caused him to jump from under the covers.  Please, leave me
alone! 
 
“Open up, you fucking shithead!”
 
Izuku buried deeper into his bed.  Praying for anyone who might be up there to
listen to him just this one time and have Kacchan go away.  But as this bedroom
door slammed open shaking the abused wall, he knew, once again, no one listened
to him.
 
“What the fuck?  You can’t be that sick!” 
 
A nearly blinding light struck his eyes.  Biting his lip, Izuku wanted the
world to go away.  But if he knew anything about Kacchan, he would not leave
until he was satisfied.  “Kacchan?”  His voice crocked as he tried to speak.   
“I didn’t know it was you.” A lie if ever there was one but what else could he
say?
 
Through his scorched throat a few words managed to tumble out.  “What are you
doing here?”  More like how did you get in here.  With his mother out and the
front door locked like always, how was Kacchan able to coming inside.  A funny
thought of Kacchan trying to climb through the window was eclipsed by a
terrifying realization.  If Kacchan could get in, so could Aki. 
 
He had to get up.  Staying still was not longer an option.  As weak as his
muscle were from disuse of the day, if he stayed in one spot, he was going to
vomit.  Pushing himself up, Izuku tried to make his way to the kitchen.  He
might wish for the world to disappear but he was raised with manner.  He had to
at least offer Kacchan something.  His hand rested on the cool door knob
pulling it slightly before it was slammed shut.  Kacchan’s hand firm against
the wood refusing to be moved.
 
His green eyes widened as his heart rate rose.  Why wasn’t he letting him
leave?  Flashbacks of the night before still fresh in his mind. 
 
“Get in the bed.”
 
Kacchan’s blank expression did nothing to ease the near panicked teen. “Wha?”
 
“You heard me, nerd.  Get in the bed, now!”  A tiny explosion sounded, forcing
Izuku back away from the door.
 
Aki’s words buzzed in his head almost drowning out his own thoughts.  Don’t
think I’m the only one who wants a taste.  No…not you too….
 
“Did I stutter?”
 
Taking a deep breath, Izuku scrambled on to the bed.  Please, let it be quick. 
Scrunching his eyes shut as he felt the shadow of a hand descend upon him.  But
when the softness of the covers touched his chin, curiosity got the better of
him.  Over him, next to the bed, Kacchan stood arms folded looking every bit
the angry cat his mother would call him. 
 
“Fucking moron.  What the fuck were you planning on doing?  Walking around like
that?  Stay the fuck in bed.  When is your mother going to get home so she can
take the fucking care of you?”
 
“Kacchan-“
 
“If you tell anyone I tucked you in, I will kill you! I will kill you and now
one will find the body.  Got it?”
 
Despite the explosions, the first glimpse of a genuine smile in over 24 hours
appeared on Izuku’s face.    
 
“What time is your mom getting back?”  Kacchan plumbed himself in the desk
chair, pulling out Izuku’s homework.
 
“A-an hour, I think.”
 
Grumbling, about needing to babysit, Kacchan turned his back to the bed and
began to fill out Deku’s homework.
 
“Kacchan, what are you-“
 
“Don’t fucking talk.  And if I find out you squealed about the homework, I will
make you wish you were never born.  Got it?”
 
For a brief moment, they sat in relative silence each waiting for the other to
begin some sort of conversation.  Trapped in his own thoughts, Katsuki didn’t
feel the eyes on his back.  Deku really had looked sick when he got there. 
Eyes all red and sunken in and much paler than usual.  His voice sounded the
worst.  Crackly and worn out.  Not to mention the loser looked like he was
about to upchuck when he was ordered to go back to bed. Fuck, hope he doesn’t
puke on the bed.  That’s my limit.  “You better not get me sick”. He muttered
to himself finishing the last math problem. 
 
Turning back, Katsuki sighed happy to see Deku fast asleep.  Maybe I should
take it easy on him for the next few days.  Give him time to heal.  Wouldn’t
want to break him too bad, now would I?  The dark thought of Deku tied up on
the bed, rear in the air as he spanked the pale globes red, forced all the
blood to flow south.  Shit!  He had to hide his tent.  Sliding back to the
desk, head in his hands, he tried to will away the growing erection.  Think not
sexy thoughts.  Dead bunnies, paper cuts, mom’s underwear!  Only when he was
back to his normal state did he feel it safe to leave without scaring the
shithead half to death should he wake up.
 
 
--
Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…What?  Izuku blinked, trying to get his bearings enough to
recognize the infernal noise as his ring for his cell phone.  Don’t want to
answer.  Snuggling back deeper into the blankets Kacchan tucked him into.  For
a brief moment, the call stop.  Closing his eyes once more, he tried to escape
back to dreamland.  But as soon as he felt himself start to drift off, the
buzzing started again.  There was no escaping it. Izuku rolled over, picking up
his cell phone.  The reading 11:30 pm, he couldn’t image who could be calling
him at this hour.
 
“Hello?”  All the sleep left him the moment he heard the voice on the other
line.
 
“Hey there, cutie.  Where were you today?  I missed you.”
 
Oh god.  How did Aki get this number? “I…wasn’t feeling good.”
 
“Really?  You weren’t feeling good?  Well, I hope you are feeling better.”  His
voice more like razor blades coated in honey.  “I really did miss you and I
hope you will be coming to school tomorrow.  You will be coming to school
tomorrow, right?”
 
If he has my number, could he have my address? “I…will be there tomorrow. 
Promise!”  Just please, let me get back to sleep.
 
“Great.  I can’t wait to see you.  Oh and Izuku, don’t go anywhere after
school.  I have a friend I would like you to meet.”
 
The line went dead leaving Izuku to swallow his bile.  He had to go to school
tomorrow.  No matter what.  He could live through this and he would think of a
way out of this.  There must be away out!  There must be. He just needed to
find it.  Or find someone he could trust enough to help him.  He couldn’t give
up.  He just couldn’t.
 
--
 
 
Sleep, like most things that day, was a pain in the ass.  Katsuki tossed and
turned never getting any real sleep.  Sometime around midnight, he said fuck in
and put on his clothes.  A night time stroll would clear his mind.  Maybe
hopefully, probably not.
 
But still when the night air hit his lungs, all of his problems seemed to
dissipate.  Wondering aimlessly through the city was just asking for trouble. 
Maybe trouble was what he was looking for.  A chance to beat the crap of out of
some fucker who thought he could take him.  But not a soul was to be found. 
Anyone with half a brain was fast asleep in their nice warm bed.
 
Fuck them.  Rounding another corner, his stomach started to rumble.  Shit.  He
knew he forgot something.  When he arrived home, dinner was the last thing on
his mind.  Getting off took priority.   Lucky for him, he knew of a new place
that opened up not too far from his home.  Some kind of American restaurant. 
Rumor had it was open 24 hours.  What kind of fucked up place would be opened
in 2 in the morning?
 
As another growl came from within, a decision was made.  Fuck it.
 
“It really is open!”  He muttered sitting at the counter with his menu.  There
were even people in there.  Well, sort of.  The guy sitting at the both had
faceplanted on the table and showed very little signs of life.
 
“You ok, angelfish?” Looking up to see the waitress with a concerned look on
her face.
 
Don’t curse in front of the old lady.  Don’t curse in front of the old lady. 
Mom will kill me.  Be nice.  “Yeah.”
 
“You sure?”
 
“Yeah.  Not sure what to get.”
 
Obviously, she wasn’t buying it, given her expression.  “You tell me what you
want and you got it.  It’s on the house.”
 
“But Miss-“
 
“Undine.”
 
“Uh?”
 
“My name is Undine, angelfish.  What’s yours’s”
 
“Katsuki.”
 
“Well Katsuki, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing someone went
hungry.  Even that sad sap over there.”  Pointing to man asleep at the table. 
“Poor guy came in with a friend hours ago moaning and groaning about how they
were getting a new teacher in their school and how he couldn’t stand the guy. 
Can’t wait till Hizashi brings them both here.  That I might sell tickets to.” 
Grinning at the prospect of a bit of excitement in an otherwise dull
environment.  “How about I get you an omelet?  It’s good.”
 
Not able to argue with free food, he would take whatever Undine brought him. 
“So, what made you open up this restaurant?”  He asked when she returned with
his food.
 
“Oh, you know, I was doing a bit of traveling though out the world, seeing what
I could see, when I stopped over in America.  And they have these strange
restaurants that are open all the time and serve practically anything.  From
steak to pancakes to pasta.  And I thought to myself, I should open one too.  I
mean, most people haven’t seen a place like this before.  And, well, when I
went into one, back in America, it seemed almost like a safe haven.”
 
“A safe haven?”
 
“Yeah, at any time of day or night, you could get out of your humdrum life and
escape.  Do a little thinking and reclaim who you were.  I know it sounds silly
but sometimes, people just need an escape.”
 
“Is that why you’re not kicking the deadbeat out?”  pointing to the mop of
scraggly black hair.
 
“Probably.  The poor guy just needs a moment but if he’s not up by 4, I’m
waking him up.  Wouldn’t do for him to be late to work, now would it?”
 
 
--
 
The next day was like wading through jello.  Everything seemed to move too
quick.  Everyone seemed to talk too fast and there was nothing Izuku could do
to keep up with everyone.  His mind completely lost in the fog, lost tract of
not only time but of where he was or where he was going.  More than once, a
fellow classmate had to remind him what class they were in or what room they
were going to next. 
 
Surprisingly, Kacchan was never made an issue of it.  Never saying an out of
place word or any cruel motions.  He’d even picked up Izuku’s superhero
notebook for him when he left it in the classroom, returning it at lunch.
 While his mouth never said anything, his eyes did.  His blood red eyes were
always on him.  Looking.  Not the usual glaring but more like watching his
every move.  At first, Izuku thought he was just imagining thinks but as the
day wore on, it became more and more of a possibility. 
 
Perhaps he really did fry his brain.  That would make sense.  There really
couldn’t be any other explanation for it.   
 
All too soon the bell rang.  The gong sending his heart and stomach plummeting
to the floor.  The usual commotion of his classmates happily leaving school
drowned out his silent cry for help.  Aki was waiting.  He couldn’t run.  Not
from this.  Not with out everyone knowing the truth.
 
Arms wrapped around him for behind.  “So glad you could make today.  I really
missed you.”
 
His eyes darted around the room, thankfully (not thankfully?) finding they were
alone.  The less who knew, the better.  “Let’s go.”  Pulling the dead hand with
him. 
 
Izuku didn’t ask where they were going.  He really didn’t care.  All he wanted
was to get through this.  His mind all but shutting off as they walked through
the city towards a nice looking hotel.  This couldn’t be where they were
going.  But the words never left his mouth.  It didn’t matter where they were. 
The walls of a palace would soon be turned into a torture chamber leaving both
body and soul battered and bruised.
 
The pair went straight for the elevator, completely bypassing the receptionist
desk.  Inside, as the doors closed, his mind awakened.  His chest heaving in
and out trying its best to get as much air as he could into his lungs.  Oh God!
Not again!  “Don’t look so scared.  It’s going to be better this time.  A nice
room, a soft bed.  My friend is going to treat you right.”
 
Friend…Aki had mentioned a friend on the phone.  A hand dropped to Izuku’s butt
squeezing lightly.  “He’s going to have fun with you.  Shame I won’t be joining
in.  Might after he’s done.  But this is his time.”
 
Standing in front of a penthouse suite, they rang the bell waiting for an
answer.  “Now you be good when we are in there.”  He winked.
 
The door swung open reveling an average looking man with blue cropped hair. 
“Aki!  I’ve been waiting.  And this must be Izuku.  Come in.”
 
Grinning the whole time, Aki nudged Izuku into the room.  The door slamming
shut, sealing his fate.
 
“He’s even cuter than his pictures.”
 
Picture!  “But you said-“
 
“I only said it would go public.  Not that I wouldn’t share them with my
friends.  But don’t worry.  Shin is not in the habit of sharing with many
people.  Those pictures stay between us.”
 
Green eyes widened as he looked around the room.  Well decorate, but what made
his blood go cold was the tube of lube sitting on the end table.
 
“Well, Izuku.  Don’t just stand there. Get undress!” Taking a deep breath, he
started with his school jacket, neatly folding it on the chair with each piece
of clothing removed more and more of his freckled skin came to light.
 
“Beautiful.”  A hand reached out caressing his chest, a thumb brushing over his
nipple.  “You sure know how to pick them.  What about these, sweetie?”  pulling
at the elastic waist of his underwear.  “They need to come off to.”
 
The sound of cloth hitting the carpeted floor echoed in his ears.  There in a
hotel room, he stood naked as the day he was born in front of a complete
stranger and his rapist.   His body starting to pimple from the cool air of the
hotel room. But he couldn’t find it in him to rub his skin clean of them. Not
moving a muscle, Izuku waited to be told what to do.  He would get through this
somehow.
 
“On the bed, Beautiful.  I want you leaning against the pile of pillows, legs
spread wide apart.  I want to see everything.”
 
Silently obeying the command, Izuku bent his legs revealing his flaccid member
and his hole.  A deep breath the calm himself, Izuku laid there hoping for
everything to be over soon.  Eye ranking over him. Shin’s hand twitching ready
to touch. “Really nice.”  The complement did little to quell the blush and
shame that colored all over his checks.  “Bet your dick looks a lot better when
it’s hard.  Go on play with yourself.  I want you nice and hard for me.”
 
Izuku couldn’t even pretend to not know what he was talking able.  Slowly, his
shaking hand reach between his legs to grasp is soft member.  Had he been at
home alone, getting hard would not be an issue.  But here… even as he stroked
himself, no life stirred under the skin. 
 
“He likes pain.”  Aki’s voice chuckled watching from one of the chairs in the
room.
 
“Really? Do you need a bit of help here?”  a set of hands reached for his balls
slightly pinching them.  It looked like that might have been what he needed. 
Watching the cock become engulf with blood as he pinched again batting Izuku’s
hands away.
 
“Stop!  That hurts!”  Tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
 
“But it’s getting the job done.  Here I am doing your work for you.”  Shin
smacking the inside of Izuku’s thigh leaving a reddish bruise.  “It’s not fair
for you to be lazy like this.”
 
From the side of the bed, Shin lowered his pants revealing his hard, dripping
cock.  “You ever sucked cock before?”  Watching the tears leak out of those
emerald eyes was the only answer he needed.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll go easy on you
for your first time.  The trick is to find the right rhythm.  No teeth and lots
of tongue.  Let’s see how you do.”  Grapping him by his neck, he forced Izuku
on all four.
 
“Keep your legs spread.”  Aki lend back ready to watch the show.
 
Doing as he was told, Izuku’s tongue slipped out of his mouth tasting the
phallus in front of him.  A musky taste exploded over his taste buds as he
tried to lick.  Maybe if he licked Shin enough, he wouldn’t need to put in in
his mouth.  But a firm hand forcing his jaw open, dispelled that notion. 
 
Thrusting inside his mouth, Shin paused.  “There you go.  Now it’s in.  Pull up
and down on it.”
 
Shin’s hand rested on the emerald locks waiting patiently.  The member rested
heavily on his tongue as Izuku tried to find some sort of rhythm as per his
instructions.  “Suck a little more, Beautiful.”  He tried.  He really tried. 
The last thing he wanted was to make this man angry.
 
Suddenly, Shin’s hips jutted forward, forcing his cock down Izuku’s throat. 
His hand locked in the curls preventing any sort of movement away.  Izuku’s
face nestled in the curly hairs at the base of his penis.  I can’t breathe! 
Starting to struggle to pull away. 
 
“You haven’t been very nice, beautiful.  You thought just licking me was good
enough?  You hesitated and can’t give a blow job worth shit.  And here I was
going to be nice to you.  It would serve you right to chock to death on my
cock.”
 
Black started to tint Izuku’s vison.  Was this really how it was going to end?
 
Izuku’s head was thrown back giving him a moment to breath.  “Remember.  When
you are given an order, you follow it.  We’ll work on you cock sucking skill
later.  But right now.  I want in.  Turn around.”
 
There was no longer any hesitation in his movements.  Everything was on auto
pilot.  This would be his grave if he didn’t.  Shin made that much clear. 
 
“So, what kind of fuck is he?”  Shin called out to Aki as he reached for the
tube of lube.
 
“A good one.  Nice and tight.  You’ll like it.”
 
“Really?”  Taking his dry index finger and shoving it inside Izuku.
 
Shivering, Izuku tried to stay still.  That hurt!  Last time, Aki used
something.  Was Shin not going to do the same thing?  And that was just a
finger, what would it be like with his cock? 
 
“Hurts, doesn’t it.  Don’t worry.  I’m going to use lube.  I just wanted you to
know what it might feel like if I didn’t.  Now what do you say?”
 
“Thank you…”
 
“Come on, Beautiful.  You can do better than that.  Unless you really do want
me to take you dry.”  Shin chuckled thrusting another dry finger in.
 
Anymore and he would start to bleed.
 
“Th-Th-Thank you for being nice to me.”  Tears started to leak out of his
eyes.  Thanking him.  He just thanked him.  This really was where he belonged. 
It was time to accept it.  His life would go some much easier then.  No!  What
was he thinking?  This was not who he was. 
 
All thoughts stopped as Shin’s cock slammed inside his hole.  Thankfully, he
had kept his word and used the lube.  “God.  Your boy pussy is so tight.  It’s
begging to be fucked nice and hard.  I can’t believe you were fucked once.  I
would have thought I was your first. Damn!”
 
Time seemed to stop as Izuku tried to mental distance himself from the gyration
behind him.  Even as his cock started to leak.  Kacchan.  Why was he thinking
of him at a time like this?  The tenderness from today played over and over in
his mind.  The careful looks, the protective nature.  Maybe, just maybe,
Kacchan was the answer. 
 
Taking his lips between his teeth, Izuku bit back a moan as he felt Shin change
position to hit his prostate dead on.  His body tingling with unwanted
pleasures.  What was wrong with him?  Why was his body acting this way? He
didn’t want this. He didn’t want this but his body wouldn’t listen.  It never
did.  Kacchan. 
 
“Don’t hold back, Beautiful.”  A hand wrapped around Izuku’s cock pumping in
time with the thrusts.  His own fluids easing the hand’s path.
 
Oh God!  Kacchan!  Izuku’s world shattered as his orgasm over took him.  In his
lethargy, he faintly felt the warmth of Shin’s cum shot inside of him.
 
Despite all the heat around him, ice water ran through his vein when Shin
leaned over and asked “Who is Kacchan?”
 
 
--
So, Aki wasn’t such a bad guy.  Or at least that’s what Katsuki tried to
convince himself as he tried to help Aki with their latest writing assignment. 
The teacher had a hard on for the Hunger Games and Dystopian societies.  Now
each student had to come up with their own.  For Katsuki, his was more based
people trying to create a utopia by grinding up criminals and people that the
government felt were tainted and could not be reformed by being reeducated ie
seriously misbehaving children.  The thought of being ground up into fertilizer
crept him out. 
 
Aki on the other hand, seemed to be rather enjoying the assignment.  Grinning
as he put pen to paper.  “You do know we are writing about a dystopian society,
right.”
 
“I know.”
 
“You know what that means, right?”
 
“Yeah. I know.  It’s a society that is undesirable or frightening.”
 
“Ok.  Good.  You know what it means.  So, why the fuck are you smiling?” 
 
“I was just thinking about seeing it from the other perspective.”
 
“Other perspective?”
 
“Think about it.  The people in the Capital were doing great.  So, they were in
a utopia-“
 
“But everyone else wasn’t!  Society needs to work for everyone, not just the
select few.”
 
“But that’s not life.  Life is not always fair.  Not all men are created equal
and maybe those at the top should be able to do what they want.”
 
Not all men are created equal.  Even Katsuki couldn’t escape that fact.  Life
wasn’t fair.  Anyone who told you differently was try to sell you something. 
But wasn’t that why they were there?  To make things better?  Things would
never be prefect, Katsuki wasn’t craze enough to believe that.  However, his
whole life, all he wanted was to make it a little better that’s why he needed
to get into UA.  To make things a little fairer and to protect people who
couldn’t protect themselves.  Like-
 
“Hey!  Earth to Katsuki!”  Blinking back to his current reality was more like
being forced back into a dystopian world.  “You work too hard, man.  Look. 
Let’s put the books aside and go grab a bit to eat.  You could show me around a
bit.”
 
“Still having trouble finding your way around?”
 
“Hey! I’m new here.  Shijuku was nothing like this.  So, let’s go find a good
place to eat and call it a day.”
 
He would never voice it but Aki might actually be right.  The past few days
might have taken a greater toll on him then he would have liked to admit.  Ever
since he saw Deku sick, this weird feeling started to change.  At first, it was
this sick twisted lust or as Katsuki put it, I’m horny as fuck and even a hole
in the wall will do.  But seeing him lay there in bed, shaking from sickness,
the hornyness turned to something…primal?  It reminded him of a show about
animals where an animal’s mate was hurt and they protect and care for it.  It
couldn’t be love.  That was stupid.  There was no way in hell he was in love
with useless Deku.  Pity?  No, he wouldn’t have this strange burning in his
chest.  Maybe it was just his desire to protect weak and stupid things.  Yes,
that had to be it.  Although pity was a close second. Either way, this fucking
feel was causing him to lose sleep and once again he could blame Deku for it.
 
Maybe I should call him just to see if he is feeling better?  He still looked
like crap today in school.
 
A hand slapping on this shoulder bringing him back.  “Dude, you need to cut
loose sometimes.  I’m serious.  I think you’re starting to get wrinkles from
all the stress.”
 
“I’m fine.” I think…  Leading the way, Katsuki traveled mindlessly through the
city streets trying to find a place to eat completely unaware of the emerald
eyes watching him.
 
--
 
It was just a joke. A lucky guess. Shin was just playing with his head, right. 
There was no way he could really know about Kacchan.  But that didn’t matter
right now.
 
Izuku couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to.  Despite everything Katsuki was
his best chance. Over and over again, he played the scene in his head, thinking
of every possible out come.  Ranging from Kacchan going over and exploding Aki
into a million little pieces to him laughing at Izuku, saying he deserved it. 
But on the sliding scale of scenarios, the explosive ones were more plausible. 
Kacchan might not think highly of him, but as Kacchan once said “The nerd is
mine and nobody can pick on him except me!”
 
Thankfully, they lived close by making the probability of them running into
each other high.  He no longer felt the fear of the biting words or the
explosiveness of his childhood friend.  Everything will be ok.
 
But as he turned the corner, all certainty left him.  His mind tried to keep up
with what his eyes were telling him.  Kacchan with Aki…laughing.  Joking around
as if they had always been friends.  He heard rumor of how Kacchan was trying
to help Aki.  But to see them outside of school…like this. 
 
There was no way he’ll believe me.
 
Staring at them a moment longer, Aki’s red eyes met his.  A smirk replaced the
smile that had been there a second ago as he winked at Izuku.
 
To be continued…
 
I’m back!  I meant to update during the holidays but “The Three Songs of
Christmas” took over.  I meant to update for International Fanworks day but
editing still needed to be done. 
 
I hate to say it (not really) but Izuku has not reached rock bottom yet. 
Neither has Katsuki.    It’s going to be bad.  Which you will see in the next
chapter.  2 more chapters left then the epilogue.
 
God help them!
 
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