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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, 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, noumu/mineta_minoru
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Shigaraki_Tomura_|_Shimura_Tenko, Toga
      Himiko, Sensei_|_All_For_One, Kurogiri_(My_Hero_Academia), Dabi_(My_Hero
      Academia), Bubaigawara_Jin_|_Twice, Nishiya_Shinji_|_Kamui_Woods,
      Takeyama_Yuu_|_Mount_Lady, Noumu_(My_Hero_Academia), Mineta_Minoru
  Additional Tags:
      Will_tag_more_characters_as_they_appear, oc_heroes_-_Freeform, Blood_and
      Violence, acts_of_terror, Villain!Izuku, villain!Katsuki, Public_Display
      of_Affection, Torture, Anal_Sex, Public_Sex, gross_displays_of_affection,
      Blood_Play, Masochism, Sadism, sado/maso_relationship, Revenge, public
      massacre, BAMF_Midoriya_Izuku, BDSM, Gore, Murder, Dismemberment,
      Character_Death, Mild_Cannibalism, Smut, Shameless_Smut, shameless
      violence, Bad_Boys_Being_Bad, Yandere, Yandere_Tendencies, drunk_with
      revenge, Blow_Jobs, Blood_and_Torture
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-02 Updated: 2018-03-22 Chapters: 5/? Words: 18547
****** Tantalizing Tales from the Terror Duo ******
by DMMegsie
Summary
     After the event that changed their lives five years ago, both
     Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki find themselves on the side of
     villainy.
     With the two of them working together, they have been dubbed "The
     Terror Duo." They are not only a force to be reckoned with when
     they're set on revenge against the world that has wronged them, but
     they also have a tendency to spice up their lustful activities with a
     pinch of murder and mayhem.
     This story follows their escapades.
Notes
     Hello and welcome to a new flavor of writing that I am trying where I
     indulge on writing violence and gross flirting.
     This chapter is rather light as compared to the tags, but it will be
     getting a bit more... violent, if you don't like any form of the tags
     (this is not intended to be by the main character ships with
     themselves) then please tread carefully.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** A Spark To Lighten up the Evening *****
It was a warm summer’s evening within the city. Street lights started
flickering on across the streets as the last of the intense sun had set nearly
an hour ago. Many of the streets were buzzing with activity as people flooded
the streets leading to the downtown in preparation for the unveiling of a new
memorial statue that was to stand tall and center in front of city hall. There
had been talk of this event for weeks now, and many news channels and other
types of press and cityfolk were all excitedly waiting for the unveiling to
start.
However the current atmosphere in the air did nothing but annoy Katsuki as he
changed from watching the streets below to his companion meticulously work a
few pieces of electrical equipment. City hall was several blocks away on the
flat cityscape as Katsuki and his companion were the rooftop of a downtown
apartment complex that barely was eight stories tall. From this building they
had a clear vantage point of the city plaza and a clear scope of the crowd of
people that nearly pooled from the impromptu staging.
Katsuki groaned, pulling at the fabric of his white dress shirt that was
hungrily clinging to the sweat on his body. He had unbuttoned the stiff fabric
down to his sternum and rolled the long sleeves up to his elbows in hopes of
exposing enough skin to cool himself. However this effort was in vain, and the
way the fabric was sticking made the heat even worse. This was partnered with
his fitted dark maroon vest that held the shirt even closer, but with his
current company, he was fighting his senses to remove the garment. For what the
two were “keeping up appearances” for was beyond him.
His crimson eyes scoped the surroundings once more. The heat rising from the
concrete and asphalt below distorted the view slightly, causing the sight to
almost be flickering of lights like discolored manmade stars. The oddity was
bewildering yet strangely mesmerizing. Growing bored of the landscape once
again, his eyes went back to observing his companion, who seemed to be putting
the last finishing touches on his equipment. From the looks of it, there was a
telescope like apparatus connected to a small monitor. He watched as a gloved
hand flicked the switch to bring the monitor buzzing to life, bringing the
podium from the presentation below into view. A blonde brow raised in question,
watching the other still fiddle with other bits of wiring, wondering how the
other could possibly still be so prim and proper in this heat in that suit. His
sleeves were down to his wrists, tie snug around his neck with every button in
place, just the sight was making him become even warmer.
And with that sight, Katsuki’s patience was waning.
“It’s way too hot for this shit. What are we even doing here?”
Green eyes met his, sparkling dangerously the way they did when he had a scheme
in motion. His features changing from concentrating to a dangerous but loving
smile.
“Kacchan I told you it’s a surprise.” the words rolling off his tongue with a
hint of tease, “We just have to wait a little more.”
Katsuki leered at Izuku, still pondering in the back of his mind how the
other’s locks weren’t sticking to his head with sweat. It was far too hot for
this, and there were plenty of other things he’d rather be doing with his
evening. A new addition onto the list was storming and destroying equipment in
the news facility that put out the article that called him a deranged
psychopath. While it was a new option, it was outweighing his usual escapades
of getting people to argue with each other back at the base. Sometimes the
entertainment would last for a few minutes, other times hours. The last
noteworthy triumph was slipping gloves on all of Shigaraki’s hands to make them
look charred and decayed, which naturally went into suspecting Dabi. Took
nearly four hours for the two to stop fighting and calm down before they
realized that nothing was actually damaged, and Katsuki couldn’t help but laugh
internally the entire time.
Although the current top of the list was one that usually stayed near the top.
With their current surroundings, his mind played with the thought of bending
Izuku backwards over the edge of the safety railing and plowing him into
ecstasy. The pleasured screams and moans would probably echo off the streets
rather nicely, and it didn’t help Katsuki’s curiosity as to what they actually
sounded like. Katsuki clicked his tongue as he scooped Izuku’s form, other
ideations of how position Izuku over the railing playing in his mind. Maybe
he’s save that for later, after whatever the heck the green haired curly top
had in store for them.
He heard Izuku flick on a radio, noticing the broadcast was that of the man who
had taken center stage at the podium. Katsuki’s grumbling protests halted once
Izuku draped his arms over the blonde from the back, nuzzling into his neck.
Even though Katsuki was a good three inches taller, it didn’t stop Izuku from
attempting to drape his form affectionately over the blonde.
The broadcast was your standard, run of the mill, speech. Thank you all for
gathering here for the unveiling of, blah, blah, blah. We’re erecting this
monument because… I don’t care. Long winded talking because I, the person
currently speaking need to look important. The long and short of it was they
were erecting some hero monument commemorating service to some heroes that had
recently retired or had fallen in the line of duty. However, Katsuki couldn’t
bring himself to even give the time the speaker was using any shred of respect.
“It is too hot to be sitting here like this listening to this windbag.”
And truth be told, having Izuku wrapped around him like a blanket was not
aiding to his current discomfort.
At the sound of Katsuki’s complaints, Izuku chuckled. He stroked his fingers
under Katsuki’s jawline, nuzzling once again into the crook of Katsuki’s neck.
“Come now, patience is a virtue.”
“And I ain’t no fucking saint.”
“Hmm… True. You’re my grumpy god of destruction.” Izuku cooed, kissing the
exposed skin of Katsuki’s neck that halted any hopes of protest from the
blonde. “But it shouldn’t be much longer now. Gotta wait for the opportune
moment.”
The last bit caught Katsuki’s attention. Opportune moment? For what? He didn’t
see any type of rifle with the rest of the equipment, and besides, the
presenter didn’t seem like anyone noteworthy. At least noteworthy enough to
waste ammunition on anyway. Maybe some sort of automated set up elsewhere? He
watched as on the screen they were preparing to pull the sheet to reveal the
statue, not realizing that Izuku had removed his embrace and was now standing
beside the blonde and fishing a small box out of his pant pocket. Katsuki had
only realized the object in Izuku’s hands as it was opened with an audible
click revealing a rather simple, but pronounce button inside.
“Care to do the honors?” Izuku hummed happily, presenting the button much like
someone trying to tempt a child with candy.
Katsuki eyed the button and pushed it right as the cloth fell off the statue
revealing the gotty piece underneath. His eyes immediately shot up to the sky
as it became alive with fireworks. A frown formed on his features as he
straightened his posture, watching Izuku put his hands behind his back and rock
lightly back and forth on his feet.
“You planned fireworks? Really?”
Izuku, still filled with mischievous giggles, walked over to the edge and
leaned onto the railing to inspect the streets below. “That’s not it… It
should… be starting… right… about… now.”
Katsuki felt the rumble below them, which prompted him to move to peer over the
railing as well. His eyes swept the streets, noticing the smoke seeping from
manholes and sewer grates. There was another series of rumbles, each more
pronounced than the last. Sewer grates and manholes flying into the air as
explosions and columns of fire burst from the ground. The streets and sidewalks
were cracking from the force, becoming uneven as hot violent gushes of air and
smoke spewed from the ground. The explosions were almost rhythmatic, moving
from far away from the event and moving inward from every street that enclosed
the path to city hall.
The noises had cause some in the crowd to stir, but screams of panic had
already started as some voices in the sea of chaos tried to take charge in
hopes of guiding some to safety. Their voices became part of the larger chaotic
symphony of sound, filled with car alarms, sirens, and crumbling debri.
Everyone was spreading from the once organized group of people into a sea of
frantic dots running every which direction, much like ants losing the scent of
their leader. The explosions now filling the main plaza sending cars, trees,
street lamps, and people flying. However as soon as it hit the plaza, the city
hall itself burst into a fiery explosion, leaving only a smoldering shell as
the explosions subsides, letting the sound of chaos lead the night.
The radio had long gone silent, not even the casters in the station had picked
up the broadcast yet. The horizon flooded with the burning glow of the city
streets below as the night sky grew darker from the blooming pillars of smoke
across the sky. A few audible screams and cries for help now pronounce enough
to be heard amongst the rest of the devastation.
However, Katsuki couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by the scene around them. It
was a horrid display of malice and destruction that his imagination couldn’t
even fathom. The way that mangled bodies flailed into the air with life ending
impacts, the way the buildings crumbled after being exposed, and the way metal
contorted with relative ease. Every horrid yet glorious detail that went beyond
his expectations, he couldn’t help but gawk.
The disappointed whine that came from Izuku caught Katsuki’s attention. The
shorter teen displayed a pout that clearly matched someone who wasn’t happy
with the outcome. It was similar to that of someone who had made a domino
effect that didn’t fall perfectly in line with the picture they wanted to
create. His green eyes met Katsuki’s, still with their mischievous glint that
had not yet been satiated, followed by a playful sigh.
“Hmm, not nearly as beautiful as what you can do Kacchan… but, Happy
Anniversary.”
Katsuki stared at Izuku for a moment before pulling him in by the tie for a
rough kiss. Of course he knew what today was, and he had a few plans for later,
much later. However judging by Izuku’s current actions, he wanted this dance to
be all day, and Katsuki couldn’t help but oblige. With how long they had been
together, Izuku knew one way to get to Katsuki was with some sort of elaborate
scheme that led to bloodshed, chaos, and smoldering ash. Katsuki sucked onto
Izuku’s bottom lip and bit hard enough to draw blood. He couldn’t help but
enjoy the copper taste as it danced around his tongue, and the sight of the red
stain left on Izuku’s lips. A devious smile trickling across his own.
“Definitely just as beautiful.” Katsuki spoke lowly as his hands caressed
Izuku’s sides. “Is there anything else you want to do? The evening is young.”
Izuku smiled as he gestured toward the edge of the building. “You see that
office building down the street? Third one from the left?”
Before Katsuki could reply that, yes he could see the building in question, it
ruptured with another strong explosion similar to that of the one from city
hall. There were a few startled screams and the sound of panes of glass
shattering against the concrete below. The blonde’s attention shifted back to
Izuku who was now playing with Katsuki’s shirt collar, exposing more skin to
the warm air.
“Didn’t like that building in particular?”
Izuku leaned forward to kiss at Katsuku’s chest, taking a few moments to lick
slowly at the exposed skin. “Not exactly. Remember that awful article from that
reporter last week? The one that wrote… that? I just wanted to voice my opinion
and I-”
He was cut off by Katsuki as he lifted Izuku by the hips to have the smaller
straddle him as he slammed Izuku’s lower back against the railing. His leaner
legs instinctively wrapping around Katsuki’s lower back to not only grant
easier access, but to provide balance and support. His arms wrapping around
Katsuki’s neck, a pleased grin on his face as he lightly grinded his hips
against the blonde’s.
“My my, someone’s eager.”
Izuku’s tone was almost taunting, filling Katsuki’s chest with light anger
laced with lust. While this game was closer to normal for the two of them, it
didn’t make it any less thrilling.
“How can I help it if you keep pulling shit like that? I might just take you
right here and now over this railing.”
Katsuki’s growling statements send Izuku into chuckling. It’s low, controlled,
and with the look that was across his freckled face he was giving Katsuki, it
makes the blonde’s heart race. He leans forward to almost have them nose to
nose, their eyes maintaining eye contact.
“Oh… I was expecting you to. And on the rubble of city hall, possibly where
that reporter’s office was, and maybe a few others. But… as you said. The
night, is still, young. And we’ve got limitless possibilities.”
Katsuki grinds into him with a bit more force, earning a bucking response from
Izuku as he adjusted the hold he had with his legs. Izuku can’t help the
playful smile still across his lips as he soaks up the animalistic and lustful
stare from the crimson eyes he adores.
“Keep talking like that and I will wreck you.”
“Hmm…? Do I really need to beg? Usually you do what you want… so… What’s
stopping you?”
Katsuki envelops Izuku’s mouth for another rough kiss, continuing to grind
their hips together. A slight moan escaping his throat into Izuku’s as he feels
tugs through his unruly hair. If Izuku was going to play that game, then he was
going to fight back, and he was not going to play fair. With a free hand, as
Izuku was already using his legs to hold himself in place, Katsuki reached up
to tug at the other’s tie by the knot. He felt a low moan against his lips as
he trailed a finger down, slight surprise at the fact the buttons on Izuku’s
shirt were actually snaps, as if part of a larger part of the smaller one’s
plan. Katsuki ripped at the shirt, a barrage of popping snaps like firecrackers
before pulling it aside to expose what the blonde was after. Katsuki pulled
away from Izuku’s lips to lick at the newly exposed shoulder. After one strong
stroke from his tongue against the muscle a familiar ring comes from within
Izuku’s pant pocket that causes Katsuki to scowl.
“Don’t answer that.”
Katsuki practically growls the threat, his teeth trailing against Izuku’s
shoulder. He felt Izuku shift to grab the device from his pocket, feeling the
sigh that left the chest he was over.
“You know I have to. I’ll try and make it quick… ah- Yes?”
Izuku answered the phone, and in protest Katsuki bit into his shoulder hard
enough to draw blood. Izuku pulled at Katsuki’s hair, knowing all too well how
the blonde liked to be handled. Izuku put the phone on speaker and slipped it
into his vest pocket, allowing him to use both hands to balance himself.
“GREEN BEAN! GREEN BEAN! Was that you earlier?! It was so pretty~!!”
Katsuki growled as he decided he wasn’t satisfied with one set of teeth marks
and clamped down again in another spot. Of fucking course Toga would call them
now. The bitch had no real sense of privacy or modesty, in the majority of
cases.
“Mmm yes, that was us Spikey Buns. Although we’re a bit busy now, you know how
Boomstick doesn’t like to wait.”
They used code names over the phone. They learned the hard way that most calls
were monitored to trigger an automatic record and gps response to certain words
in their database. Heroes were really starting to stop organized crime, but as
always they were already several steps ahead. The last time Toga had
accidentally said “Deku” over the phone, an entire swat force had stormed each
location of their phones within three minutes. That was something that they
needed to avoid.
The other end of the phone was bombarded with sounds of yelling and a few
clamours of what could be presumed cutlery and furniture. However after a few
moments it became obvious that Toga had lost the phone as her whining was now
in the background.
“Where, the fuck, are you?”
It was Shigaraki, and he did not sound happy in the slightest. Izuku could feel
Katsuki bite down on his neck, and still feeling his frustration, but he too
did not want to be held up too long.
“Outside with a nice view.”
He could hear the rage building on the other end of the phone, which couldn’t
help the fact that he was enjoying toying with Shigaraki as much as he was
enjoying how Katuski was just not letting up on his assault upon Izuku’s neck.
The blonde was now hungrily gnawing at Izuku’s neck, just on the underside of
his jaw, and was not letting up on hitting the points that were causing Izuku
to moan softly.
The two could easily hear Shigaraki’s patience snap, if either of them actually
cared, “Get back here now.”
Izuku couldn’t help but roll his eyes. While yes they were under the same
collective team, so to speak, Izuku was not directly under Shigaraki. All for
One had decided to pick him up as well, those five years ago, and both
Shigaraki and Izuku were on equal footing as far as Izuku was concerned.
Shigaraki was just acting like an older brother, demanding the other to fall in
line.
Izuku pulled Katsuki’s head away by the blonde’s hair, exposing his neck. An
annoyed sigh escaping Izuku’s lips as he pressed them against Katsuki’s skin,
right along his adam’s apple. “We’ll be back when we’re back. We’re busy.”
Izuku sucked at the skin, enjoying the feeling of Katsuki fighting a moan under
his lips. Another soft moan came through as Izuku took light licks against the
fragile bone. A frustrated snarl rang through the phone, and Izuku smiled.
After another series of frustrated growls he heard Shigaraki break, much like
Izuku anticipated.
“You know what? Fuck it. Stay out for all I care. If you two aren’t back at the
the extraction point in ten minutes, then you’re walking home.”
There was a click on the phone, earning a forceful affectionate kiss from Izuku
against Katsuki’s neck. The smaller teen pulled the blonde’s hair tighter
letting his nails lightly scratch the scalp.
“Now where were we?”
Izuku’s eyes scoped Katsuki, but something was off. He could feel the muscles
tense, and the way his posture went more defensive. It was a subtle enough to
cue that Izuku read loud and clear. He released his hold both on the railing
and on the blonde’s hair while leaning forward to have his chest flush with
Katsuki’s. Izuku hooked his chin over Katsuki’s shoulder, subtly looking around
to see what triggered such a reaction from him. However as soon as Izuku even
had the chance to see, Katsuki held him tight and lept to the side. There was a
clash of metal hitting the ground where they were.
As soon as they landed, Izuku released his hold and spun onto his feet,
preparing himself for an onslaught as well. Katsuki was hunched over, leering
menacingly as several sparks cascaded across his palms.
“I have had it with these fucking interruptions.”
Izuku straightened his collar and fastened a few buttons on his shirt, the last
thing he needed was Katsuki being fueled by jealous rage for someone eyeing his
chest. His green eyes scoped around to notice a figure standing a few yards
ahead of them. After a once over, Izuku sighed and adjusted his cuffs.
“I didn’t expect Wavelength to be here. Usually you’re on the other side of the
region, no wonder they found us so quickly.”
Izuku eyed the hero carefully, watching their movement. The hero was a younger
woman, probably early twenties. She was head to toe covered in her hero uniform
that was colored in more subdued grays. They had designs that resembled
frequency waves wrapping across her torso and limbs.
“Although, if you’re here…. That means…”
Izuku cut himself off to throw one of his concealed throwing knives behind him
to hit another hero who was trying their best to jump the two.
“Soundwave shouldn’t be that far behind.”
The hero that was several strides behind Katsuki doubled over in pain, the
knife sticking through his right hand as he held it at the wrist. This hero was
a guy who had a matching head to toe uniform as the other hero. His had a few
more colors to it, but only a few. Both the heroes were about the same age.
“And without your sonic clapping… I doubt Wavelength can reverberate much
damage. Unless you want to shatter your hands in hopes of producing some sort
of frequency.”
Izuku’s smirk was all telling, his eyes dangerously flickering in the low light
as he eyed the hero with his knife still embedded in his hand. Soundwave was
trying to remove the blade, but it was stuck, the type of knife that Izuku used
was slightly hooked on the blade to cause more damage being pulled out then. He
could tell Katsuki was staring venomous daggers at Wavelength who was now
tentatively taking defensive steps backwards. Izuku produced two more knives
from his sleeves and lightly nudged against Katsuki.
“Probably three minutes till more show up. Let’s clean up and continue
somewhere more cozy?”
Katsuki smiled, his grin growing even more menacing as his crimson eyes sparked
almost as violently as his hands.
“Tsk, of course. Like we even need two minutes to take out the trash.”
***** Turning up the Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     When both boys have plans, it's dangerous. But them behind closed
     doors is even moreso.
Chapter Notes
     *comes back and sees how many people jumped onto this ship*
     Oh, oh my... thank you all so very much for stopping by last
     chapter... this is fun to write, and I'm glad you all enjoy it.
     This chapter... is a fun one... but I'll let you decide.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They made it to the extraction point with over three minutes to spare. They
decided to simply disarm the two heroes and be on their way. Izuku had always
described heroes like fruit on a tree, picking them early was never a wise
decision, they always were sweeter if they ripened first. The extraction point
was several blocks from where they were and as the chaos had drawn heroes
toward the rubble, it was a simple escape. Within the alley they waited, the
dark quiet surroundings creating the perfect cover.
Katsuki stretched, waiting was never his strong suit. He couldn’t help but
stare at Izuku who was now straightening his cuffs and shirt. The way he was
moving reminded him of the other’s muttering and mumbling problem, as he could
vaguely hear words escape the freckled boy’s lips. This time the words of
choice were that of a song he remembered hearing on the radio a few weeks back.
There was a coy smile across his face, not reflecting the bloody action a few
minutes ago.
Katsuki felt a slight chill across his features. He reached up to button his
shirt slightly and then to roll his sleeves back down. It was once he finished
rolling his sleeves that he came to the realize it was much cooler than before
and the light smirk across Izuku’s features. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, his mind
coming to the realization of why it had been so much warmer earlier. He stormed
over to Izuku and picked the teen up by his collar. Izuku merely sported a
playful smirk across his freckled features.
“Oh you little- no wonder it felt like 100 degrees on that damn roof.”
Izuku’s smile grew even more sly and his lids fell heavy upon his eyes. He
could feel that the tip of his feet were just barely brushing the floor. He
couldn’t help but enjoy the grip the other was giving him.
“Hmm… how could I help it? I just love the way you look when you sweat.” Izuku
hummed as he watched Katsuki’s glare intensify.
“I’ll just have to punish you when we get back.”
Katsuki leaned forward to kiss Izuku when they both heard the familiar sound of
a portal forming behind them. Their kiss was a brief peck before moving to walk
through the black mist. Their teleportation was instantaneous from the dark
alley to the dimly lit bar. There were a few others already gathered within the
quiet bar. There were two seated on a lounger that were already deeply
engrossed in conversation, and just from listening they could tell it was Toga
and Twice from the high pitched giggles and the flustered speech.
The two were usually chatterboxes, conversing on even stranger things if one
were to pay attention to the subjects. Izuku walked over to the lounger sitting
opposite the two and took a seat with Katsuki not far behind. As soon as
Katsuki sat down, Izuku leaned onto the blonde, resting his head on the other’s
shoulder. Katsuki glanced down at Izuku, catching the light expression of
boredom across his features. Nothing from today went anywhere near as planned.
While when Izuku told him that they were diverging from the original plan, he
pegged it as a normal idea of ignoring an “order” from Shigaraki to go out and
about and have some funn. The fact that some sort of mission was going down
today that neither Katsuki nor Izuku cared too much into the details to
remember specifics was not something that they felt so keep them inside on a
nice evening.
Katsuki eyed Shigaraki, who was sitting questionably calm under the current
circumstances. The silver haired man was quietly perched on a barstool
positioned perfectly between the two loungers from the bar. Katsuki could tell
easily that Shigaraki’s red eyes were staring at him from behind the pale
disembodied hand that covered the rest of his face. He could also easily tell
from the other’s composure that he had not calmed completely from the phone
call from earlier. Katsuki shifted his back against the lounger, causing Izuku
to shift into him again, noticing now that Izuku too was scoping out Shigaraki.
“Stop it the three of you. I am not cleaning up the bar again after one of your
stupid tantrums.”
Katsuki clicked his tongue as he watched Dabi move from his position of leaning
against the far wall to stand behind Toga and Twice. The tall man’s piercing
blue eyes staring at both parties before giving an annoyed grumble under his
breath. For the most part the entire main group was here. Kurogiri behind the
bar table, standing slightly behind Shigaraki. He leaned forward slightly, most
likely to whisper some sort of calming words to the calm the gray haired one
down.
Katsuki would have lied if he said he didn’t notice the dangerous low chuckle
from Izuku as the smaller one stretched against him. There had been a rivalry
between the two chosen heirs of All for One, and Izuku wasn’t going to be some
pushover. With the quirks he was given to him from All for One, the matchup
between Izuku and Shigaraki was interesting to say the least. While Shigaraki
had the ability to disintegrate anything he touched with all five fingers,
Izuku had hyper regeneration paired with the ability to transfer pain and any
other sensations to anyone who he has had direct skin contact with. Needless to
say, Shigaraki learned really quickly on how much his quirk hurt others.
“Oh…? Are you daydreaming again?” Izuku muttered as he drummed his fingers on
Katsuki’s knee.
The two of them had been paired like this for the past three years, but it felt
like eons. They both had such an understanding for the other that they could
almost communicate on body cues alone. Katsuki felt a slight prick against the
tip of his fingers, knowing that Izuku was digging his own nails into his
fingers to get Katsuki’s attention. Katsuki lightly rubbed his shoulder which
was enough to get the smaller teen to stop.
“Seems like everyone’s accounted for… Should we begin?”
Kurogiri’s voice abruptly stops all conversation. While both Toga and Izuku
tended to constantly interrupt debriefings, they quickly learned if they didn’t
then the meetings would go by quickly.
“We were able to infiltrate the base and get a copy of the hard drives. We’ll
be able to know the placements of the hero distribution within the next couple
of days. Although at this point we’re unsure who the heir of One for All truly
is.”
Kurogiri’s voice was calm and concise. He was the one that normally gave the
briefings, keeping to the points that needed to be addressed with his usual
professional behavior.
“For now, we’ll be disbanded till we crack the hard drives. Toga, we’ve
collected several samples for you to do some recon work in the meantime. See if
you can collect some intel or word on the street of some hero movements in some
areas. Midoriya and Bakugou, we brought back captives for you to interrogate
for any additional information you might be able to get from them. They’re
already situated within the compound. Twice and Dabi, I have no special
instructions for you two, but if you are able to find more recruits to join us,
bring them here as always. If there are any questions during our disbandment,
just contact each other through the normal methods.”
After Kurogiri was done talking, everyone took it as meeting adjourned.
Shigaraki, for the lack of interest of the current company, walked to the back
room with Dabi following suit, but out the main entry. Katsuki could feel the
shaking excitement from Izuku plus the low muttering of different methods of
torture to use under his breath. Katsuki couldn’t help but relish in Izuku’s
excitement, and ruffled a hand through his unruly locks.
“Some of those sound fun… so don’t forget.”
Izuku leaned back to look at Katsuki, a sly and playful smile across his
features.
“Oh? Tell me which ones…”
Before their exchanges could get much beyond playful banter, a pillow flew
across the room smacking both teens in the face. Katsuki grabbed the pillow and
flung it back at the assailant while Izuku starred pouty daggers.
“Oi! You know the rules. No PDA in the common space.” Twice stammered as he had
caught the pillow and put it down next to him on the lounger.
Toga giggled, exchanging glances between Twice and the couple seated across
from here. She didn’t care that much about the two love birds being all cuddly,
she just saw it as natural. Izuku’s smile grew, almost teasing the two seated
across from him.
“Oh, like we haven’t broken any of the rules.”
Katsuki could feel Izuku chuckle as a slightly mortified expression came across
Twice’s face. It was relatively easy for either of them to fluster him,
especially with how unstable he could be at times. Izuku stood and rummaged
through his pockets to pull two vials of blood to give to Toga. Even though
they had disarmed Wavelength and Soundwave, it didn’t stop Izuku from
collecting vital samples. Izuku and Toga were friends of sorts, and Katsuki
didn’t mind her as much. As long as she understood Izuku was his. Katsuki
fought the slight smirk that came across his face as he noticed that Izuku’s
bare hands touched Toga’s. The blonde took the moment that Izuku was distracted
to button his cufflinks and put his own gloves back on.
Katsuki stood, catching Izuku’s attention. “Let’s get going. Don’t you want to
meet the new toys Deku?”
Katsuki enjoyed the excited sparkle in Izuku’s eyes as they walked through the
new portal that Kurogiri provided. They were soon in their own personal base, a
bit more industrial and home-like, but theirs. Most of the floors and walls
were polished concrete that almost looked like marble. There were simple but
more modern style furnishings. A smaller couch and a few plush chairs arranged
for a seating area in one spot of the large space before trailing over to what
was used as a dining area with a nice longer rectangular table and a few
chairs. The space was a rectangular as well, the farthest wall from them had a
closed off kitchen and a walkway that led to the sleeping space. One wall was
lined with huge rectangular windows that, if it were day, would allow the
natural light to pour in greedily. The wall opposite that was covered entirely
by bookshelves that housed them on seemingly every inch.
Izuku stretched, enjoying the feeling of being back home. The dimly lit room
only lighting the essentials as to not trip. Izuku noticed Katsuki had walked
into their kitchen, and then heard the distinct sound of a gas burner on the
stove flick into life. Izuku’s mind was wandering on the long to do list of
what different methods of torture to use. Izuku had only made it to the dining
room table, letting his fingers trail the wooden surface before heard footsteps
behind him.
“Kacchan… what do you think of-”
Izuku couldn’t even finish his thought as he was forcibly slammed against the
head of the table, slightly drug so that his legs were dangling off the sides.
Before Izuku could react, he felt sharp pain through both his hands as well as
the sound of blunt contact with the table surface below. He felt Katsuki above
him, leaning his weight into the handles of the carving knives that pierced
Izuku’s hands. He could see the wild and animalistic stare that Katsuki was
giving him, but Izuku only gave a frustrated sigh.
“Kacchan, we just got this table replaced last week.”
“All the more reason to break it in, don’t you think?”
Izuku hissed as Katsuki put more weight onto the blades. While Izuku was use to
this type of wound, it didn’t make it hurt any less. Izuku stared daggers at
the blonde, and after trying to activate his quirk, he quickly became aware of
the situation he was in. While this wasn’t all too alarming to Izuku, he just
became more frustrated. As the smaller teen’s legs were still free, he gave a
sharp kick at Katsuki’s stomach. However much to his dismay, the blonde was
already prepared and had grabbed it by the calf.
“Is that a way to properly treat your lover on the night of our anniversary?”
Izuku froze, watching Katsuki carefully as the blonde knelt down just out of
his view. WIth the sound of stretching tape from the roll, they usually kept
several spread around the house in case of emergencies, he felt his leg secured
to that of the table. He felt Katsuki make short work of the other, reappearing
from beneath the table to run his gloved fingers across Izuku’s chin.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?” Izuku whined, he had a love hate relationship
of how Katsuki’s gloves felt on his skin.
He felt Katsuki pull lightly at his lip before he could hear a light chuckle
from the blonde.
“Because this is suppose to be your punishment… remember?”
Izuku felt Katsuki’s hands reach for his tie, then hoist the fabric up to have
its knot shoved and tightened into his mouth. Izuku gave a few grumbling whines
in protest as he attempted to nip at Katsuki’s fingers as the blonde shoved
more of the fabric into Izuku’s mouth.
“Now, that’s enough talking from you. I need to spoil my sweet Deku.”
Izuku could do nothing but stare at Katsuki. He could see the unsatiated lust
from earlier resurfacing within those crimson eyes. He watched as Katsuki
removed his vest and pulled his own tie from its pockets. However, once he felt
his head lifted and the vest folded and placed over his eyes, he started
shaking more in protest.
“Now now Deku,” Katsuki said hoarsely as he started tying the vest with his tie
as an impromptu blindfold, “Don’t spoil the fun before it’s hardly begun.”
Izuku felt Katsuki’s finger sharply tug down the center of Izuku’s shirt,
causing the snap buttons to undo with relative ease. He could feel Katsuki also
undo his vest, then push the fabric to the sides, exposing his chest to the
air. He felt hands running down his sides, feeling them hook into every indent.
It was almost tantalizing, but as soon as the caressing started, it stopped.
Izuku could hear the light whistling of a kettle from the stove and felt
Katsuki leave from towering over him. Izuku took this as an opportunity to test
how well his hands were pierced to the table, and to his dismay he couldn’t
wiggle the blades free. It only seemed for a moment that Katsuki had
disappeared into the kitchen, but had returned and Izuku could hear the
placement of objects onto the hard surface near him. Izuku’s ears picked up the
sounds of dripping water, and before he could really process it, he felt
dripping onto his chest.
The sensation was overwhelming. The scalding hot water digging trails as is it
danced over his chest, each drip carving its own path on his skin. He couldn’t
help arching his back, causing new trails up and over his shoulders while
others trailed the length of his torso. His regeneration was making quick work
of the burns, the cooking skin quickly healing in mere seconds after the water
had landed, but it left it slightly more sensitive to the touch. In addition to
this, and much to his dismay, after every moment of relief a new drip and burn
started. It was an assault on the senses, and Katsuki wasn’t making the
onslaught something predictable. Izuku could feel Katsuki was moving the area
of where the drops were landing while the other hand was wiping away the
droplets that were pooling on his chest and stomach.
Izuku shifted a few more times, feeling his cheeks flush hot while he could
feel himself growing ever harder within his pants. He squirmed further as
pleading muffled moans escaped from his mouth. He could have guessed that
Katsuki noticed as the droplets subsided.
“My my… it seems as if someone is enjoying their punishment…”
Izuku swears through the gag, wanting to see Katsuki after his playfully purred
statement. He could imagine the domineering lustful look that the blonde
normally sported when he had control like this. He could barely fight the
whining moan that escapes next, and he can hear Katsuki chuckling.
“Hmm… I wonder what my Deku wants… It can’t possibly be this.”
Izuku felt himself rub against Katsuki, aiding the need for some sort of
friction. Yet, the next moment he felt a large splash on the center of his
chest as it splatters droplets across his torso. Izuku can feel himself short
of breath, arching his back in such a way to grind more into Katsuki. Izuku can
feel himself becoming a mess of needs, wanting nothing more than Katsuki to
have his way with him.
Izuku could feel a forceful rip at his pants, the tearing of fabric sounding as
if some sort of blade was used. A slight sigh of relief as he felt his erection
bob freely. He felt Katsuki tug at the tie in Izuku’s mouth, freeing it so
Izuku could speak. However, all Izuku could muster was breathless panting. He
could feel Katsuki’s still gloved hand curl under his chin, and his thumb
rubbing his lower lip. There was a slight pause, Izuku finally slowing his
breaths as he felt the forceful rubs from Katsuki’s thumb.
“Now my darling Deku… Will you sing for me?”
Izuku felt the hot water trail down his length. A pleasured scream left his
lips, a noise he had long forgotten he could make. Katsuki’s fingers sliding
into his mouth, toying with Izuku’s tongue. Izuku can feel more hot trails down
his cock, making it all the more sensitive. Before he could realize it, Katsuki
removed his fingers from Izuku’s mouth to then prod at Izuku’s ass.
Izuku wiggled and bucked further as Katsuki managed to insert the two fingers
in. Izuku could barely think coherent thoughts. Not with the way Katsuki’s
fingers scissored inside of him, nor with how he was still trailing delicate
trails of hot water down his cock with the occasional droplet on his chest.
“Tell me what you want.”
It takes a few tries before Izuku can properly hear the question. It takes a
few more tries through a few moans to have the sentence come out of his mouth.
“Ah-Kacchan… I-I want to see you.”
The request halts everything from the blonde, which caused near quiet pleading
and begging from Izuku. Fingers removed from within him, and the dripping
onslaught subsiding as well. It takes a few moments before finally he could
feel Katsuki lean over him then the pressure from the secured vest leaving his
face. However once the fabric was removed from his face, he felt Katsuki enter
him in one forceful thrust. Izuku’s spine was not touching the table, a quiet
shuddering moan leaving him once his lungs were able to refill with air.
Katsuki only gave Izuku a brief moment to catch his senses before continuing to
thrust. Izuku tried to activate his quirk once again but swore when he
couldn’t, realizing that Katsuki must have thought of that and was wearing a
condom. At first it was painfully slow, lightly rubbing each spot Katsuki knew
that drove Izuku wild before picking up the pace.
“I thought you wanted to see me.” Katsuki teased, making each thrust slightly
more forceful than the last. “Yet here you are not even able to look.”
Izuku tilted his head to look down at Katsuki. Izuku didn’t have to see to feel
the change in pace this issued from the blonde. Their eyes meeting and Izuku
could see the predatory like hunger kept within Katsuki’s features. The blonde
was still fully clothed, and Izuku swore mentally, Katsuki was being extra
careful this time. However his eyes trailed further to see a dish towel held
between the blonde’s hands. A toothy grin spread across the blonde’s lips and
Izuku felt his heart skip.
“Finally…” Katsuki growled, not breaking his gaze from Izuku, “Now do you like
what you see?”
With that Katsuki rang out the hot water from the dish towel, causing it to
splatter across Izuku’s torso and proceeded to pick up his pace. Izuku was
practically gone, his entire mind turning to mush. He felt himself close to
orgasming, and suspected Katsuki was close as well, considering the harsh
almost painfully greedy thrusts. With only a handful of thrusts, Izuku felt
himself come undone, the pleasure of his release blinding his vision slightly.
By the time he regained his senses, he could see Katsuki leaning over him,
breathing heavily from his own orgasm.
“Still wish we could have done it on the rubble of city hall, but you know I’m
not that picky as long as I’m with you.”
Katsuki leaned forward to kiss Izuku. The freckled teen taking no time to start
up his quirk so that Katsuki could feel everything. The blonde hummed with
delight, breaking the kiss to stare drunkenly at Izuku.
“What a nice afterglow.”
Katsuki leaned forward to kiss at Izuku’s chest, reaching up to pull one of the
knives from the table with a hard yank. The second one came out with relative
ease as well, as he set one on the table and kept the other to use to cut the
tape from Izuku’s legs. He started moving backward, finally pulling out with a
light moan before kneeling down below the table. Izuku sat up and rubbed at his
hands, eyeing the holes as they healed up with relative ease.
His green eyes peered over just in time to see Katsuki remove the condom and
tie it off before the blonde started working on cutting the tape securing one
of his legs to the table. Izuku eyes darted over to the knife left on the table
and a small smirk crept on his face. As soon as Katsuki released one leg, Izuku
drove a knife into his own, which caused Katsuki to buckle over.
“Deku what the hell?!”
Izuku cut the remaining restrained and hopped from the table to kneel next to
Katsuki.
“When did you become so weak?”
Izuku stared at the angry blonde as he simply smiled back. Izuku’s lips parted
to lick at the knife he was holding, deliberately licking the blade as to cut
his tongue. He licked his lips, smearing blood across them and to dribble down
his chin.
“Don’t tell me you’re not ready for round two my darling Kacchan.”
Chapter End Notes
     *pulls at collar* well shit, that was... a lot..
     ANYWAY, again thank you for dropping by and reading and for the kudos
     and comments.
     They really do mean a lot and I do read the comments and respond when
     I can. The next couple of chapters tend to get more heavy with the
     two, and by heavy let's just say using Izuku's quirks in interesting
     ways.
     See you next time!
***** Restless Nights *****
Chapter Summary
     Sometimes in one's dreams you relive the good moments, but in this
     case it was the bad. Those moments that you just wanted to forget.
     It all started with an explosion, screaming, and a flood of feelings
     that neither boy were prepared to deal with from that day forward.
Chapter Notes
     Oh wow... thank you so much to everyone who dropped by for the
     support, and who are enjoying the story thus far.
     This chapter is a tad on the plot/exhibition heavy side... but hey
     sometimes you need that too.
     Enjoy
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was the same every single time. The school building was the bleak boring
gray that towered into the sky that was just changing colors from the beginning
setting sun. The heat from the sun had died down at this point and the shadows
casting from the buildings felt pleasantly cool. Katsuki could remember Izuku
was with him and that they were bickering about something. They were both
tucked away in the shadow of one of the school buildings. They had been asked
to leave the office where their parents were now privately talking to their
teacher.
Katsuki could remember how pointless he felt the meeting between the adults
was. It had irritated him to think that this was another waste of time. He had
only, at the time, wanted to toughen Izuku up. He remembered that the mass of
curls and freckles was far to soft, too much of a crybaby. Izuku was so
different back then, ever so quick to apologize, ever so quick to save face,
never wanting to step out of line and not hurt anyone. Katsuki could remember
pinning Izuku to the school building wall, some yelling from himself and a
frightened freckled face. He, at this point, never remembered exactly why he
was yelling or what about. At this point it was completely, utterly pointless.
The explosion that engulfed the school building the two had been within nearly
five minutes ago was the one sight that Katsuki had wished to forget. It was
the sight of the one thing that ended both young teen’s worlds in an instant.
The blast was deafening, erasing everything before that moment. Katsuki
remembered how both he and Izuku watched as hunks of building came toppling
down to land into the school courtyard below. They were both extremely lucky
that they had moved from the building to a safe distance away near the school
entry else they would have both been caught in the rubble. Katsuki remembered
Izuku attempting to run forward toward the debri, and that he grabbed the
smaller teen and held him tightly while pulling him away.
Katsuki could feel from his memory, how Izuku attempted, clawed, to escape his
grasp. Deep down the blonde had always known how much of a hero Izuku wanted to
be. Yet Katuski’s blood was ice, he knew the outcome of the destruction before
them. An outcome that Izuku did not want to believe while being dragged kicking
and screaming to safety. Katsuki couldn’t remember exactly when Izuku turned to
cry in his arms, or when the tears started trailing down his own face. At this
point that was a unimportant detail, but what he did remember was that felt
like an eternity. That day their world, everything to them had changed.
What usually followed was the funeral. That god forsaken funeral. At this point
to Katsuki the faces were a blur and the words of comfort a jumble of inaudible
nonsense. He was seated at the funeral home as more and more classmates, their
parents, and other relatives passed through his memory like a heavy fog. He
hated the way the stiff black suit suffocated him as he remembered a comforting
hand grip his shoulder from a family member. The portraits of his parents were
both surrounded by flowers and candles. The actual service he didn’t remember,
but just the gathering of people was something that made him extremely
uncomfortable and uneasy. Katsuki, while being praised for his quirk, never
really got along with other members of his family. Harboring the growing
nauseous feeling, he left the entire wake all together to find himself
wandering the streets outside.
Katsuki couldn’t remember his thought process on how he actually got to Izuku’s
apartment in the first place, but he remembered knocking on the unlocked door
to watch it swing open slowly. Izuku was curled up on the floor of the
entryway, clutching the funeral portrait of his mother and sobbing. Katsuki
couldn’t remember much about the apartment at the time, but it was apparent
that no one had come to visit him since the incident had happened. It took the
younger teen a moment to calm himself down and greet Katsuki properly as the
two made their way to the living room sitting across from each other. Izuku’s
face was disengaged and well contained within his own thoughts, his eyes a
sorrowed filled mess.
Katsuki couldn’t remember what part of the conversation came first, but he
remembered the uncharacteristic loss of hope on Izuku’s face. Through all the
years that he had known the teen sitting across from him, this was something
that was the most unsettling. Usually, even during the darkest moments, Izuku’s
optimism shined through the bleakest of situations. Yet, the Izuku that sat
across from him, was anything but that.
“I… talked with my father....” Izuku said weakly, his fingers fidgeting on the
frame of the portrait he was still holding. “He’s…. He’s not coming back.”
Katsuki could easily remember the contorting anger on the other’s features. The
way that anger then was soft, later on during their later years he could see it
twinge in sparks of it resonating deep down here and again.
“He… he said he doesn’t have a son.”
Izuku was choking back tears that were already flowing down his cheeks. Katsuki
mainly remembered making his way over to sit beside the teen to attempt to
comfort him. The time always passes quickly from here, not quite remembering
how it got dark or when. All that he could remember was just the way that Izuku
looked. Everything seemed to fade, as he took in the expression, the pure
calculating stare that Izuku had on his face. His eyes were blank yet full of
so much thought that everything was passing by in a blur as they remained
fixated on the ground.
“Heroes are flawed…” he heard Izuku say, his eyes now flickering like emerald
flames. “They save people, but that cannot deliver justice to those who
rightfully deserve it. Even after being convicted, a villain that has killed so
many, destroyed so many things… they still sit the remainder of their days in a
cell.”
He still stared at Izuku, the room growing darker so that no light could show
any detail of their surroundings, just himself and Izuku. He could feel the
sparking rage coming from the smaller teen as he turned to face him, his eyes
practically glowing. Katsuki just took in the sight before him, Izuku
practically head to toe covered in blood. There was a smile on his face that
stretched ear to ear.
“I don’t want to be something that’s flawed.”
Katsuki’s eyes snapped open, a cold sweat covering his body and a shallow
breath escaping his lips. These memories were ones that he wanted to bury deep
from his mind and especially his dreams. Taking a moment to pause from his
frantic breathing, he couldn’t remember the last time he actually visited his
parents’ graves and chalked it down on his mental to do list for later this
week. These memories always seemed to plague his dreams, both his and Izuku’s.
For Katsuki, it usually contained the events that followed. The empty classroom
seats that Izuku left behind and never returning the following year in middle
school. His classmates and teachers paid the vacancy no mind, as if nothing
important had happened. They had written off his vacancy as something that
naturally would happen, that a quirkless child had given up hope, and this made
Katsuki sick. Then came the sitting in the office of testing officials, reading
off the results of his exams. While they usually started with praise, they
boiled down to saying he needed extensive therapy and counselling. He
continually kept failing the psychiatric exam, getting multiple marks about how
he was mentally unstable and prone to anger issues.
Katsuki pushed himself to sit up in the bed, his body pleasantly aching from
the several rounds he went with Izuku before retiring for the evening. Failing
the psychiatric exam was probably the biggest blow to himself, as it prevented
him from pursuing his dream of becoming a hero. The days following their
parents’ deaths, the investigation revealed it was an attack from a rogue
villain. Katsuki couldn’t help being keen on attempting revenge against the one
that sent his world spiralling. But the fact he wasn’t able to let it go was
enough to determine he was too unstable despite his abilities. He couldn’t
bring himself to do the therapy, he just didn’t feel right letting go the fact
he wanted to avenge his parents.
Katsuki’s eyes trailed to the side of the bed where Izuku had been sleeping
before but was empty now. The freckled haired teen always seemed to topple back
into his life one way or another. Katsuki remembered the devastating blow that
the failure had, and that he was wandering the streets and bumped into Izuku.
Well not really bumped into so much as saw the smaller teen intimidating
someone in an alleyway. Katsuki couldn’t forget the dangerously hungry malice
on his childhood friend’s face. The change in his features was almost
indescribable. It was almost relief, joy, and overall happiness. Emotions that
Katsuki had thought were long forgotten within himself.
He remembered that Izuku began coaxing him on the knowledge of the whereabouts
of their parents’ killer. Saying that he couldn’t go after him without Katsuki,
how he wouldn’t go after him without Katsuki. Within the next few days they had
stormed the prison that fucker was peacefully rotting away in. Remembering how
Izuku mercilessly stabbed that murderer in the chest, splattering blood
everywhere as he drew his last breaths and clasped lifelessly onto the floor.
The way Izuku’s face looked with the blood splattered across those freckled
cheeks or the way his eyes still hungered for more destruction, Katsuki still
couldn’t determine what he loved more. He knew in that moment, that Izuku was
something, someone he couldn’t be without.
Katsuki moved to get up from the bed to search for Izuku. That say was the
first time they kissed. June 28th. The day their parents died, the day they
killed the one who took them away, and the day that started this wild
partnership. As Katsuki’s eyes glanced at the electric clock on the bedside
table, that was yesterday as of a few hours. He willed his body to move as he
walked the quiet apartment. Making his way out of their bedroom his eyes met
with a standing quietly beside the window.
His hair was still a wild mess standing in several directions as his hands
gingerly held a cup of what he presumed was tea. Katsuki sighed as he walked
closer. Izuku was a boy of habits, and this was one he usually followed when
the freckled teen was anxious.
“Couldn’t sleep as well?” Izuku muttered with his attention still outside the
window.
Katsuki moved forward still, wrapping his arms around the shorter teen from
behind as he slotted his chin around the side of Izuku’s neck. He felt Izuku
nuzzle backward in the embrace, releasing a comforting sigh from the shorter
teen. His own red eyes gazing out the window to see the water pouring over the
cliff outside from their building.
It was from the unmanned water treatment facility within a nature reserve’s
reservoir. It was one of the many properties that All for One owned across the
world through different aliases. This one was less populated from the
mainstream nature trails and as it contained a natural reservoir no crafts or
people were allowed within the water. Their base’s main bulk was under the
massive lake and was virtually undetectable for within the walls rather than
the building’s mass.
The main thing was this concrete fortress was virtually written off as a main
water treatment facility that ran itself on the water turbines and self
generated power. Topping that off with the fact that no one really traversed
here without Kurogiri’s portals, it was virtually unknown that the place was
inhabited.
Katsuki felt Izuku lean back in his embrace, causing the blonde to greedily
squeeze at Izuku. A light waft of bleach and other cleaning smells assaulted
Katsuki’s nose. It was normal for the freckled teen to compulsively clean when
he was upset, most likely tending to the dining table and the floor from their
escapades from earlier.
“Did you have the dream too…?” Izuku muttered, partially dazed as he took a
large sip of tea.
Katsuki leaned into Izuku to nod into the teen’s shoulder. He felt Izuku heave
a sigh, but knew it was one of relief from the tone.
“You too… I see.” His words trailed off into almost a whisper. “It’s crazy to
think it’s been five years already.”
Katsuki nudged into Izuku again. It was baffling to think already five years
had passed. Everything that had happened was during their early teens, and it
was strange to think within the next month that they’d both be legal adults.
Funny to think that merely four years ago was their first shared kill and
moments later their first kiss. Katsuki tucked his head down to kiss at Izuku’s
nec. Izuku contently hummed as Katsuki continued his tender assault on the
skin.
“Come back to bed… I was lonely.” Katsuki mumbled through light kisses against
Izuku.
He could hear Izuku smile as one of the teen’s hands raised to pet through the
blonde’s thick locks. This is what Katsuki longed for, nights with the two of
them together where they could ignore the rest of the world’s bullshit and just
be. He liked these calm moments with his Izuku, damn the world, the teen in his
arms was his world. Not only that, but Katsuki’s and Katsuki’s alone. They
understood each other, how deeply rooted their pain and troubles were. Katsuki
reflected on how detached Izuku was the moment he first saw in the alleyway. So
disengaged from himself, almost as if a shell filled with calculated rage and
malice. Then the moment Izuku’s eyes met his he saw a spark ignite, almost like
flipping on a switch and he came back to life. Katsuki felt it too within
himself at that time as well. They anchored each other and balanced each other
out. The two of them were both unstable entities on their own, but together
they became nearly unstoppable.
Izuku curled back against Katsuki more which jolted the blonde back to his
senses. After this many times he could tell, could feel what Izuku was
thinking.
“I took care of our guests. Made sure they were comfortable… fed the babies…”
Izuku trailed, “And I was thinking of what to do tomorrow… Kacchan I can’t
decide.”
Katsuki listened to Izuku trail off, muttering fondly of the different ways of
torture. From needles, to knives, to acid, and other methods. Honestly, he was
amazed to hear some of the creativity spewing from his mouth at these wee hours
of the morning. Katsuki leaned forward, lightly nipping at Izuku’s neck causing
the curly haired teen’s words to come to a stuttering halt.
“We can worry about specifics later. Now can we go back to bed?”
Katsuki tried his best not to sound too demanding as he watched Izuku set his
cup upon the windowsill. He felt Izuku turn in his arms to look at Katsuki, the
smaller teen frowning at him. There was a pause between the two, Izuku studying
the expression on Katsuki’s face. One of his hands cupped under Katsuki’s chin
to pull the blonde forward into a tender kiss. Almost as soon as the kiss
started, they parted.
“Don’t push yourself too hard. You need rest for tomorrow.” Izuku muttered,
their lips still close enough to brush over each others as he spoke.
Katsuki leaned forward to kiss Izuku, attempting to be a bit more persuasive.
He could feel Izuku resisting, the other’s posture on the ridgid side.
“I know my limits.” Katsuki grumbled as he pulled back to stare Izuku in the
eyes.
“As do I, and you seem to keep forgetting I can feel when you aren’t at 100%.”
Izuku shot right back, the displeased look setting across his features.
“And you keep forgetting mental fatigue is a thing.” Katsuki shot back,
watching the slight contort in Izuku’s expression that he knew as a tell from
the shorter teen that he made a valid point. “I guess that settles it… back to
bed for the both of us.”
With that, Katsuki hoisted Izuku up and carried him out of the living room and
back into their bedroom. Katsuki could tell with the way Izuku’s body felt in
his arms that he had stopped fighting despite the grumbling sigh. Once back,
Katsuki fell backward onto the bed, holding Izuku to fall on top of him. Izuku
still held an unamused look while Katsuki sported a sheepishly cheesy grin.
“I could have finished those four identity reports so that we can just get to
the fun stuff tomorrow.”
Izuku was still staring at the blonde, hoping to get some sort of response out
of him that would change his mind from keeping him from working. However, he
felt Katsuki pull at him to bring himself to be chest to chest with one
another.
“If you’ve started them already, then they shouldn’t take too long to finish in
the morning with my help.” Katsuki mumbled calmly as he stroked a hand through
Izuku’s hair. “We got four this time?”
Izuku nodded, resting his head against Katsuki’s chest, “Yeah, from the basic
info I already got. All pro level heroes stationed near the new preliminary
license exam site for this year downtown.”
Katsuki snapped his tongue, causing Izuku to glance up inquizically. Their eyes
met briefly before Izuku could feel Katsuki shift into the mattress and pillows
underneath himself to get comfortable.
“All the more reason to sleep.” Katsuki muttered, poking at Izuku’s nose. “That
means actual sleep. If I catch you muttering about ideas again I will sew your
mouth shut.”
Katsuki closed his eyes, but he didn’t need them to know that Izuku’s mind was
firing off in several directions. Thankfully no words were being muttered, but
the blonde could feel the other lightly shake from what he presumed was
excitement.
“Say… Kacchan… how do you think it would feel to have your elbows sewn to your
knees?”
Katsuki fought back a groan. Once Izuku started one of these chains, it was
nearly impossible to get him to stop. Well, nearly impossible, but Katsuki did
not have enough energy to distract Izuku’s current fantasy.
“Like… that plus what kind of string? A nice yarn or tightly woven rope would
be ideal because of its porous properties and the opportunity for clotting
within. Or would a plastic type thread be better for less chance of infection
for longer duration?”
“Deku…”
“And to counter that… corset piercings. Same principle but could be more
practical. Plus they look so much prettier and we can do mesh bindings between
body parts or even entire body weaves.”
“Deku.”
“Or we can bind people together and wrap them with a bow. The possibilities ar-
”
“Izuku!”
Izuku’s eyes shot up to see Katsuki leering at him. Normally Izuku wasn’t
intimidated by the blonde’s piercing gaze, but paired with the usage of his
actual name prompted that the blonde was dead serious.
“Go, the fuck, to sleep or I am duct taping you up and throwing your ass into
the bathtub.”
Izuku attempted to pout in response, but Katsuki had already shifted his
position and closed his eyes. Izuku scooted up further to rest his head against
Katsuki’s upper chest, feeling the blonde’s arm wrap around to hold him. Izuku
tried his best to calm his mind, listening to the steady beat of Katsuki’s
heart to lull his mind to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day.
Chapter End Notes
     Hehe... the calm before the storm.
     Although I didn't expect this to be as fluffy as it turned out, but
     there are moments for that too.
     If you have any questions just let me know here or on my tumblr:
     http://dmmegise.tumblr.com
     See you next chapter.
***** Play Time *****
Chapter Summary
     The room was quiet, filled only with the silent thoughts as Izuku
     stared at the hero before him.
     His morning was about to get a bit more interesting.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: This has a lot of gore in it. I know I tagged it, but please
     if you do not enjoy this sort of stuff do not continue. (I do think
     I'm getting closer to what the normal "heavy" stuff for this fic is,
     but it will be getting more intense after this with some calm points
     in the action.)
     I had some intense writer's block with this one... but I hope you all
     like it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Izuku sat patiently on the wooden chair within the barren room, his arms folded
as he had a contemplative stare ahead. He was wearing one of his normal suits,
the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie secure neatly around his neck with
his vest buttoned properly. He was always one for appearances, it was the sight
and delivery that made everything ever so sweet. The patience game was one that
Izuku thrived at, waiting for the delicious pay off of watching someone crumble
from well timed blows to their entire being. It was a game that Izuku had
attempted to teach Katsuki on several different occasions, but failed every
single time on the part of Katsuki’s lack of patience. At this point he just
went with the flow.
He shifted in his seat, attempting to keep his appearance menacing. The room
was pretty much barren of furnishings, with the exception of the chair he was
sitting in. The walls were pristine and clear of any type of markings, but were
dark concrete. The floor was tiled with several finely grated drains lining the
floor like a grid. The ceiling had large windows covered with water, as they
were under the natural reservoir that their base was located on. The light from
the early morning trickled in through rippled patterns through the water as
they danced across the floor. There were a few lights that were lit, helping
add extra lighting, but everything reflected the overall mood. It was a room
filled with shadows, bleak, and cold.
The main focus of the room was the figure suspended in the center. They were
connected to two metal beams that stretched the entire height of the room. Only
the figure’s arms were connected to the beams, allowing their feet to just
barely rest on the tiled floor below. The person was still out cold, but Izuku
could easily tell the sedatives were wearing off from his calculations. There
were a few stirs from the figure and Izuku let a deviously dangerous smile
spread across his lips. Seeing the person come to life and struggle against the
restraints lit a pleasant tingle within Izuku. His favorite part of the game
was about to begin.
“About time you woke up.” Izuku teased, watching the figure bring their
attention to himself.
When he had first entered the room, he had activated his quirk while the other
figure was still unconscious. He could slightly feel the strain and fatigue the
other had, yet it interested Izuku to see just how far the other’s limits were.
Izuku held in his hand a small crafting knife, nothing too big or fancy. He was
turning the blade in his hand, eyeing his captive carefully. He usually
prefered the simple stuff when it came to close encounters like this. Izuku
straightened his posture, broadening his shoulders to subtly present more
control. He could tell from the leer that the other was not going to yield much
in conversations, not yet.
One particular part that Izuku enjoyed was watching the thought process of
captives. They struggle first against the bonds as they process their situation
before trying to activate their quirks. But they could not. Within their
facility they had a type of disabling serum that was developed for the use of
dealing with unstable quirks for medical purposes and medical treatment. They
had a supply to disable almost an entire city’s district worth of adults, but
they were using it in reserve. When the quirks didn’t activate, it was usually
an onset of panic. Realizing that they were now without the powers they had
grown accustomed to all their lives, and now at the mercy of their captor.
Being at the mercy of Izuku’s whims and interest, being especially well
informed heroes that knew all about his wrap sheet of misdeeds, crimes, and
habits. Truth be told if Izuku needed them dead, they would have never woken
up. Frankly, most would have wanted it that way.
“Now that you’re awake and comfortable….” Izuku murmured playfully, “Tell me
Kamui Woods… it isn’t like them to randomly attempt to beef up security. What’s
going on? What are they hiding?”
Kamui Woods struggled in his bonds, his costume obscuring most of his face, yet
Izuku could still see the twinges of fear in his eyes. Fear of the unknown,
Izuku surmised, but it was still oddly thrilling nonetheless. Izuku wasn’t sure
how much information the hero was given, but based on the sole fact that he was
the most senior of the group they were able to capture, it was easily deduced
that he would know the most.
“Ahh… not much of a talker as per usual.” Izuku sighed, moving his hands to his
lap, still hiding the knife from view. “I’ve overlooked your records. Pretty
impressive, but a man of few words.”
Izuku took the blade and glided it against the pad of this thumb, making a deep
cut. He watched as the man hissed in pain, attempting to move his arm and hand
where the cut had been made on Izuku. The teen smiled as he brought his
bleeding thumb close to his face, watching the blood dribble down it and drip
onto the floor.
“Hmm… there are ways of making anyone talk.” Izuku mumbled teasingly, bringing
his thumb to his lips before taking a long lick at the cut.
Izuku made sure to fish his tongue into the wound, watching Kamui Woods squirm
further, but evade making much of an audible response. Even with the licking,
Izuku felt the wound healing underneath his tongue. Once it healed, he moved
the blade down to cut at the skin under his nails, making sure to wiggle the
blade before removing it. Izuku wasn’t pleased with the hissing noises the hero
was making, but he was determined to make that change. The sounds Kamui Woods
was making were a bit mild to his current liking, but with every instrument,
you need to learn the range first.
Izuku intently watched as he fished the knife under his nails, noticing how
little it affected the man in front of him. He always enjoyed the learning
part. Learning how to dismantle years of complicated facades till he watched
them crumble compared to the soon to be broken empty shells of the person they
once were.
Izuku knew the limits of his own quirk and while he was able to transfer the
majority of the pain, he could still feel slight twinges of his body
acknowledging the wounds. He had grown use to these minor sensations, and they
grew even less jarring when he inflicted them upon himself time and time again.
Izuku had already moved down to his palm to cut at the grooves in his hand,
enjoying the buttery smooth way the blade sliced into his flesh. He was too
focused on the way he was cutting his hand to notice the footsteps behind him.
Izuku only noticed once he felt the tell tale feeling of a blade being lodged
into his shoulder, right through his dress shirt and into his deltoid muscle.
Izuku winced, cutting himself unintentionally deep. The hero in front of him
nearly choking out a suppressed whimper in pain. Izuku leaned back and leered
at the culprit he knew all too well. He felt the blade being removed from his
shoulder followed by a set of lips kissing and suckling at the would. Izuku
could only muster an unimpressed sigh and a roll of the eyes.
“Kacchan… you had three others. This one was supposed to be just mine.” Izuku
grumbled, as he eyed Katsuki still smuggly suckling at the healing wound on
Izuku’s shoulder.
The blonde pulled away, his eyes meeting Izuku’s in a semi seductive stare. The
blood staining Katsuki’s lips a vibrant red as it dripped down the corners of
his mouth and down his chin.
“They were boring.” Katsuki whined in a subtly teasing tone that was more for
their guest than Izuku. “They barely lasted a light beating, so I thought I’d
come and help you with the interesting one.”
Izuku bit the inside of his cheek hard, momentarily forgetting his quirk was
targeted on Kamui Woods, but didn’t care. He was fighting the urge to smack
Katsuki for being smug. Yet, the blonde turned his attention to the chained
hero while still wearing his dangerously smug grin.
“Although, I must say, that senior year trainee lasted fairly long.” Katsuki
mocked, leaning over the chair Izuku was in to venomously stare at Kamui Woods.
“UA tends to make the strongest punching bags.”
Something stirred within the hero, like the lighting of his flame of honor and
justice. He fought against the holds, the will to continue on and be free held
within his eyes. Izuku smiled coyly, driving the blade in his hand into his
inner thigh like a pin cushion. He left the blade, taking a moment to flick the
hilt.
“Hmm… maybe a tag team wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. He seems to really like
you.” Izuku hummed as he wiggled his toes to cause the muscle to twitch around
the blade.
Izuku felt Katsuki grab at the blade handle and give it a firm twist. Izuku
slightly winced, knowing his own limits and where specific arteries and major
veins were. The two of them were well practiced, knowing the intricate details
of how fast Izuku would regenerate and how specific parts of the body
regenerated. Izuku took a moment to mentally judge how the other was taking the
pain. He was a bit baffled before on how Kamui Woods was virtually unscathed
before, but the deeper cuts and wounds were effecting him more. Izuku wrote it
off as something to do with the hero’s epidermoid layer of skin having the
sturdy consistency of tree bark.
Izuku felt a kiss at the side of his neck at Katsuki pulled the knife out of
his leg. The two of them tended to come to the same conclusions rather quickly,
so Izuku suspected that the blonde already had picked up on this minor nuance.
He was still trying to pick apart what was going through the hero’s mind. Kamui
Woods was no rookie, he had several years under his belt. He was going to be
exceptionally hard to crack.
“Alright… How about I start us off on what we know.” Izuku said calmly as he
offered his arm to Katsuki to encourage the blonde to focus his attention to
the exposed skin. He waited for his partner to start the long delicately
skillful strokes with his blade before he continued speaking. “We know that
ever since the beloved number one hero joined the teaching faculty at UA there
have been multiple changes to how things have been run for upcoming heroes
since three years ago. Now I think we can both agree the increased security at
the testing site might have something to do with that right?”
Izuku could see the tears welting in pain on the corner of the hero’s eyes as
well as their mild flicker of horror. Katsuki had taken the knife and cut down
in between Izuku’s fingers exposing more of the phalanges compared to the
webbing of the hand. This area healed quickly, but he could tell that Kamui
Woods was still in stock from the sight of the wound paired the pain.
“Possibly someone they want to protect above all else?” Izuku humed as he ran
the different options through his mind as Katsuki trailed the knife in spirals
down his arm. “Or maybe it’s a farce, cause he hasn’t chosen anyone yet.”
Izuku went back to thinking, feeling Katsuki take a few experimental slices
with the blade to carve intricate designs into his flesh before they healed
without a trace. There were other areas that also had extra security at the
same time. It was possible they were creating multiple areas of interest so
that there was no way to actually attack the real one. Yet, what they were
protecting seemed to be more important compared to all the reports before.
There was an electric chime that echoed the room as one of the higher monitors
that was hidden in the wall came to life. After a few moments it illuminated
and displayed the contents of an email.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we were finally able to locate the
correct recipe from the several cookbooks we were given. It seems that we
purchased the wrong type of apples for the tarts for next week’s baking get
together. We’ll buy the replacements, but you might want to use the other ones
for something else.
Izuku sighed, well this definitely made things truly anticlimactic. The message
was coded, obviously. The gist was that they already cracked the hard drives
and found the leads they wanted. They were to simply dispose of the heroes they
had. His attention moved to Katsuki who had stopped carving on Izuku’s arm and
his attention was on the message as well. Izuku could feel Katsuki’s growing
impatience, a sort of calling card for the blonde. It also annoyed Izuku as
well, being told they can do whatever they please to get information then just
to dispose of them. However, they weren’t instructed on how to dispose of them
and that’s where the fun could be had. Izuku leaned back in the chair and
relaxed, letting his mind wander through the possibilities on how to proceed.
“Compose response.” Izuku said flatly as he staw the voice recognition light
turn on under the monitor. “Thank you for finding the recipe. We already
started making tarts with the apples you gave us. We’ll tell you the results to
see if they work well like the original recipe. See you next week.”
As Izuku stopped speaking the message automatically sent. His own eyes moving
to Katsuki now eye to eye with Kamui Woods, running the flat of his blade
against the hero’s cheek. There was a devious smile on the blonde’s face, only
accentuated with Izuku’s drying blood across his lips.
“So… As we got the okay to dispose of ‘em… you have any special ideas?”
Izuku contemplated Katsuki’s question, knowing all too well with the way he was
trailing the knife over the hero’s body, it was his way of displaying he
already had something in mind. Izuku took a moment to enjoy the predatory yet
meticulous scowl that was on Katsuki’s face before the blonde had turned his
attention back to Izuku with a smug inquisatory grin.
“I do have some ideas…” Izuku trailed softly crossing his legs in his seat as
he sported his own teasing grin. “But with a look like that on your face… I’m
far more curious on what you have in mind.”
There was a minor pause, where Katsuki wasn’t expecting to be given control
like this. HIs expression darkened, red eyes returning to their target with the
knife playfully twirling in his hand. Katsuki brought the knife up to one of
Kamui Wood’s wrists before taking a decent vertical slice roughly an inch long
from the hero’s wrist down the forearm.
“I know how much you love your experiments… so I thought we could do one here.”
Katsuki said as he reached over and did the same length cut on the other
forearm. “As both his arms are above his head, the likelihood of actually
bleeding out from a minor wound like this is rather slim…”
Katsuki had trailed off, his eyes now focused on Izuku as he walked over and
straddled the teen in his seat, taking the knife to cut a superficial cut
across his neck. Katsuki licked at the wound, trailing up to kiss at Izuku’s
earlobe, lips brushing the skin.
“That is, if he can keep calm and focused.” Katsuki slyly whispered, “Maybe we
can give him a challenge.”
Izuku felt the blade dig into his shoulder and scrape at the joint. Katsuki was
still licking at Izuku’s neck, putting pressure with his tongue on the newly
healed skin which made Izuku gasp at the friction. The clanking of the metal
holds rattled behind them and a rather angry gruff groan filling the silence.
“You two are psychos.” he huffed, the near silent sound of blood dripping onto
the hard tiled floor below.
Katsuki twisted his torso, to peer over his shoulder at the chained hero, his
legs still straddling Izuku. The blonde had removed the knife and held it in
his hand. Katsuki moved said hand toward Izuku’s face, shoving his index and
middle finger into Izuku’s mouth. Much to Izuku’s delight, Katsuki was without
gloves. The taste of the blonde’s explosive sweat was the pleasant mixture of
dangerously numbing to the senses sweet, and it filled the entirety of Izuku’s
mouth.Even though Izuku could judge by the tells of what was to come, it didn’t
stop Izuku’s slight jump of surprise from the timing. Katsuki had let a small
spark ignite from his fingertips, igniting the sweat in Izuku’s mouth. Izuku
could feel the stiffening sear across his tongue as both the taste and smell of
smoked flesh blanketed the resonate part of his transferred senses. There was a
jerking shrill from Kamui Woods as his body slammed in protest from the pain,
and his head whiplashed back and forth trying to search for relief.
“I forgot when we actually gave a fuck on what you had to say.” Katsuki spat
venomously as he gave the hero an equally poisonous stare before returning to
Izuku.
Katsuki could still see the trails of smoke leaving Izuku’s mouth as he removed
his fingers. Izuku’s expression was dazed before it morphed into discomfort as
he turned to spit on the floor, pieces of charred tongue bouncing on contact as
the organ had already healed. Katsuki cupped Izuku’s chin to bring the teen up
for a kiss, his tongue exploring Izuku’s mouth for the new mixture of lingering
tastes.
“That always tastes so weird.” Izuku sighed as he broke the kiss and took the
knife from Katsuki as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Maybe you want to play
somewhere else?”
Katsuki backed himself to watch Izuku unbutton his shirt and vest back to peel
the fabric back to expose his chest. Izuku took the knife and with experienced
maneuvering, cut into his stomach to peel the skin aside to provide an opening
to the inside cavity. Kamui Woods was making held back screams through clenched
teeth in protest, but both teens were enwrapped within each other’s eyes.
Katsuki was letting the tips of his fingers grip at the edge of the opening.
Katsuki’s eyes kept to Izuku’s as he leaned in for a kiss as he slid his hand
into the opening. They had done this before, countless times, Katsuki’s hand
maneuvering carefully across organs as not to disrupt their placement too much.
While even if Izuku’s entrails spilled across the floor wouldn’t be fatal, any
serious damage to them would put the freckled teen out of commission for at
least half the day. Something that should be avoided, with all the other work
that needed to be done around the base.
Izuku was panting, both from the numb dampened pain he was feeling and the
flush running to his cheeks. Katsuki searched Izuku’s eyes for any sign of
distress before moving to kneel between Izuku’s legs. Halfway through kneeling
Katsuki had managed to squeeze his other hand inside. The screams from the hero
behind them fell upon uncaring ears along with the growing rhythmic sound of
splattering blood droplets upon the ground. Katsuki felt Izuku’s hands grip at
his hair tightly as his own gently slid in between coils of intestines. It was
all warm inside, not much blood was coming from the entry cut as it had already
partially healed and was trying to connect to the other side. Yet the way
Katsuki was positioned made the healing of the wound harder.
Katsuki tilted his head down, wanting to do more. His teeth making their way to
skillfully unbutton and unzip Izuku’s pants. He was halfway through pulling
Izuku’s hardening cock out of his underwear before he felt a stiffening grip on
his hair to bring his gaze upward. Katsuki’s gaze met Izuku’s needy expression
just in time to see the mild relief of the freckled teen’s cock bobbing free
from his underwear.
Katsuki smiled, pushing his lips against the base as he pushed a hand deeper to
rub against the muscle encased bumps of Izuku’s vertebrae. He felt Izuku buck
forward, noting the contortions inside from Izuku’s hitched breathing. Katsuki
still felt it ever present as his tongue trailed up Izuku’s length, allowing
his lips to suck at the tip. He could hear the distinct beating of Izuku’s
heart with the growing splattering sound of droplets upon the tiled floor
behind him.
To both Katsuki and Izuku, it was hypnotic. Katsuki bobbing his head up and
down as he took Izuku’s cock into his mouth. Katsuki’s hands were still
searching inside Izuku, putting pressure internally on muscles that normally
went untouched. Letting his fingers lightly pinch and squeeze on various
sections of the intestinal tract. Izuku was fighting back moans, his diaphragm
constricting the deep breaths Izuku’s body desperately needed.
Katsuki kept his gaze on Izuku, his pace quickening as he felt the warmth from
Izuku’s rise. Izuku was clawing at Katsuki’s scalp, encouraging the increased
pace. He could feel that Izuku was close, the way his hips were wanting to
thrust up into Katsuki’s mouth. Katsuki’s calloused hands gripping hard at the
lower intestine as he took Izuku’s entire length into his mouth. Izuku came
only moments later, Katsuki swallowing what he could of Izuku’s cum.
Izuku was panting hard, but relaxed as Katsuki pulled his hands out of Izuku’s
chest. As the wound closed, Katsuki pulled back letting Izuku’s cock exit his
mouth with a satisfying pop. Katsuki brought his hands to his face, licking the
blood off his hands while turning to gaze at the hero.
Kamui Woods was motionless, but judging from the still steady flow of blood
from his wrists that he was still alive. Katsuki pushed up and walked over to
the motionless hero, still licking at his hands before checking the hero’s
pulse. It was there, but weak. Katsuki merely frowned.
“Well that didn’t work.” Katsuki hissed as he reached at the back of his
waistband. “How fucking boring.”
With that, he pulled a longer switchblade from his belt and plunged the blade
into the hero’s chest. With a gurgling wheeze, he fell motionless hanging fully
by the restraints. The only sound filling the room was an amused chuckle from
Izuku as he went to fix his dress shirt. Katsuki still appeared rather annoyed,
but now more so from the undertones of mockery from Izuku.
“Well… it was a good attempt Kacchan. We’ve got more time to practice.”
Chapter End Notes
     Haha... ha... *nervous sweats* Wow would you look at this? I wish I
     would have had this done earlier... but ahh live keeps ya busy.
     See you all next time... tell me what you think, and possibly if you
     think I'm a bit insane (I know the latter is true)
***** Feeding the Babies *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku had learned many different, interesting, qualities about the
     noumu under his possession.
     He generally thought he took better care of his than Shigaraki with
     his own. While they weren't built for strength like Shigaraki's were,
     Izuku made sure to use their unique qualities to their fullest.
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: From here on out, I am not going to be putting chapter to
     chapter warnings. This chapter contains content that is going to be a
     bit more standard all be it darker themes.
     Please reread the tags, I do update them when I put up more chapters.
     However I don't think I'm going to be detouring too much from these
     tags to be adding more later.
     The only tags I will be adding in the future will be character tags.
     Anyway, please enjoy... this was a trip. I gotta thank Pamalamb for
     the first bit of this, she was the one that even got me started on
     how this chapter... well.. you'll see.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had nearly been an hour since their earlier escapades. Katsuki had spent the
time hosing down the room while Izuku was tasked with disposing of the body.
The latter wasn’t all too difficult, in fact it was one of the things that
Izuku found interesting in their odd routine.
He had already drug the body into the next set of rooms they had prepared. Most
of the rooms were identical to the room they were in previously, with the
exception that these four were connected to a large holding/sleeping area. It
was where Izuku kept the babies, his noumu. There were four of them with
various quirk combinations and sizes. They weren’t like the ones Shigaraki had,
which were specifically geared toward fighting top heros like All Might and
Endeavour, to name a few. No, The noumu that Izuku was given were geared toward
specialty tasks like insurgence, area control, and recon.
They were already pretty well trained, Izuku took extra care and pride in their
extra training. Their training included consuming human flesh, among other
things. One of the noumu, who Izuku had dubbed Chibi due to its shrinking
ability, was gnawing and ripping at Kamui Wood’s remains. It resembled a
human’s body in build, the proportions tall and lanky, but strong nonetheless.
It had claws, and an exposed brain much like most noumu. Chibi had already
ripped off one of the legs from the corpse in the middle of the room and was
rather content gnawing on it in the corner of the room.
Izuku had long been on the other side of a wall, looking in from a two way
observatory mirror. All of the noumu were well trained enough to not harm
either himself or Katsuki, else suffer the consequences. His attention shifted
when he heard a loud bang from the next room. It was a bit louder in that room,
the lifeless carcass of the hero Mount Lady was thrashed about the walls in
similar fashion to a ragdoll like chew toy. The noumu within these walls Izuku
called Fido, and with good reason. Its build was closer to that of a lion mixed
with a bull. It walked primarily on all fours, large skull with a crushing jaw
that resembled a mixture of a crocodile and canine. It also had short sharp
horns that Izuku had trained the noumu to use like a battering ram. Much like a
crocodile, it liked to roll and throw its food about. Most would hope to be
dead or have the first through when Fido flung them about to kill them. Most
would hope that it did, but the majority of the time it didn’t.
Izuku wasn’t all too interested in watching the noumu thrash its food about,
and he proceeded to walk further down to the next window. It contained a noumu
that was similar to the build of Fido, but smaller. This one Izuku called Spot.
This particular noumu was better suited for stealth as is it could climb walls
and camouflage much like a chameleon. However, this one could also spit acid,
and it had already made the body of the hero in its room indistinguishable.
This particular noumu was nearly half way up the wall, chewing on the body’s
ribcage with crushing teeth.
However, Izuku felt the slight pressure around his body, which brought his
attention to the last room where the hero that was inside the room with the
noumu was still alive. He figured as much as that particular noumu appeared to
be asleep when he threw the nearly unconscious soon to be victim into the room.
It soon became Izuku’s current focus, fueling his cruel curiosity. What was
even more so cruel was the last live one was not fully a hero, but a hero
trainee. From what Izuku could tell, this guy had been selected for sidekick
with this particular group of heroes due to his previous internships with Mount
Lady. Unfortunately for Izuku, for trainees there wasn’t all too much
information out there with the exception of hero debut articles in papers due
to active heroism on the trainee’s part. Most of the information on newbies
like this were under medical and school records that tended to be kept under
strenuous lock and key.
The teen’s hero name was Grape Juice, or known from the license they pulled and
school ID for UA as Minoru Mineta. A final year student who would have been
making his way into normal heroics, presumably under the same company he was
sidekicking at. Getting ready to graduate and become a hero fighting villains
in the real world. Putting his quirk to the test on the challenges that would
be to come in his glimmering future. That would have been easily the case if he
hadn’t been captured and now locked in a room with one of the largest noumu
that had been made.
This particular one was at least fifteen to eighteen feet tall and human like
in build. The musculature was close to how american football players were
built, very top heavy in terms of strength and bulk. Rippling muscles all
through its body all the way down to its legs. This particular noumu, which
Izuku called Demi, not only had strength enhancement quirks, but mild shape
shifting and hardening quirks as well. This particular one was very protective
of both Katsuki and himself, which was great for defensive procedures.
Izuku perched his elbows on the windowsill of the last observation room’s two
way mirror. He could clearly see the horrific scene in front of him play out.
Noumus were strange, but they had all contained a predominant physical sex. In
most cases, it mirrored the base physiological structure of the parent body
before the quirk transfer and splicing experiments took place. This was why
Chibi was mainly female while Fido and Spot were mainly male. However, Demi was
different. Demi’s base biology was spliced, hence containing both sexes on a
complete DNA level, allowing with ease the morphing and switching of genitalia.
At this particular moment, Demi was presenting itself as female.
Izuku watched with curious eyes as he saw the noumu scoop up the squirming
bound hero to be with one hand that could easily grasp him tightly. After the
few years he had been within the possession of these noumu, Izuku had learned a
lot about them. While the majority of cognitive thought processes were gone,
they still felt the basics of emotions and desires. They got hungry, they got
tired, they got angry, and after a discovery on one of them being ‘playful’
with a corpse, Izuku realized they felt sexual desire as well.
It soon became a game of observational experimentation, watching the carnal
desires play out on unsuspecting victims. Watching how hunger affected the
noumu’s behaviors, among other things. Yet, due to the turn of events, Izuku
had fed the noumu earlier, not expecting the need to dispose of corpses this
soon. But that didn’t stop his growing curiosity on how things would play out.
Izuku leaned forward on his elbows, his current curiosity mirroring that of a
child with a new fish in the tank. Demi was sitting on the ground, Mineta in
one hand and the other opening the folds of its labia. Izuku could see the
teen’s frantic expression as he squirmed in the noumu’s hand. With a careful
movement of its hand, it inserted the teen’s legs into its hungrily twitching
vagina.
Izuku had used his quirk to connect with the panicking teen before he had
placed him in the room. He was becoming slightly bewildered and entranced with
how strongly the noumu’s internal walls twitched and kneaded to pull the
smaller teen’s body deeper. He could see, he could feel every pulse and twitch
up to his waist, watching with hungry curious eyes as the noumu pushed at
Mineta’s head to shove him deeper. Izuku watched as he disappeared, watching
the bound at the wrist hands as the only things visible wiggle and claw and
squirm. Izuku felt the suffocation, heart excitedly pounding in his chest.
As the noumu pulled the would be hero out, Izuku felt the pseudo burning relief
in his lungs. The air that was rushing back into the other’s body that was
frantically panicking and starved for air. The joyous burn, the pressure, all
sending his own senses into a tissy of wants and needs. He felt a slight
shortness in breath, a delightful chill going down his back. Izuku felt a hand
trail down his back as a chin hooked around his shoulder, nuzzling into him.
“My my… what have we here?” Katsuki teased as he leaned into Izuku, fishing his
hands forward to reach around him and rub against the front of his groin. “How
naughty… Getting turned on from something like this.”
It didn’t take long for Katsuki to fish one of his hands below Izuku’s
waistband to grip at his cock directly. Izuku whimpered, his hips instinctually
bucking backward against Katsuki’s. As he could see, Izuku was a bit more
flushed, his breathing was muffled panting as well. Katsuki looked back into
the room, noticing how Izuku’s nearly breathless pants almost matched when the
hero was being pulled out for opportunities to breath before being thrusted
forcefully back inside. Everything clicked, and Katsuki matched his stroking
with the long slow thrusts of the hero.
“Oh, I see…” Katsuki cooed, leaning in and gripping firmly at Izuku’s cock. “So
greedy and curious. You just want to know what everything feels like don’t
you?”
Izuku could barely help the needy sounds escaping his lips, echoing across the
vacant hallway. The monstrous moans accompanying them, trickling through the
soundproof door beside them. Katsuki’s other hand forced Izuku’s pants down,
pushing the teen forward to prop himself upon the glass. A hungry and
possessive growl escaping his own lips as he rubbed against Izuku from behind.
“You like watching people struggle don’t you?” Katsuki inquired, still hooking
his chin on Izuku’s shoulder. “It’s delightful isn’t it? You love feeling the
pain of others don’t you? It feels rewarding, along with their pained
expressions… right?”
Izuku could barely form a response. He felt Katsuki’s cock prodding at his
entrance, and his mind was blank. That partnered with the almost suffocating
warmth that surrounded his being, everything was in a haze. Katsuki’s hand
pushed Izuku’s hips back, forcing his way in with a single thrust. Izuku
gasped, trying to turn his head to look at Katsuki’s face. His attempts were
short lived as he felt nails claw at the back of his neck and forced him to
look forward.
“It’s almost as if you want him to know that you’re enjoying his suffering.”
Katsuki said lowly, bringing his lips to brush against the shell of Izuku’s ear
as he spoke. “That you’re feeling good and getting off to his feeble attempts
at survival.”
Izuku couldn’t really think, his body feeling partially sluggish in trying to
process every little thing. Katsuki had worked his hand around Izuku’s neck and
forced two of his fingers into his mouth just in time as he started to thrust
in and out. Izuku’s eyes struggled to focus on the noumu within the room, tears
welting up on the corners of his eyes. It had started pulling the poor hero in
and out faster, its fluids causing the movements to be without resistance.
Izuku could feel the choking, the contortions getting firmer around his entire
body. He could see the purple haired teen desperately peaking for breath,
fighting the fingers the best he could that were shoving him even deeper.
Katsuki forced Izuku’s forehead to the glass, still keeping part of his hand on
the lower part of Izuku’s jaw with a tight grip on the freckled teen’s cheeks.
He roughly bit at Izuku’s ear, causing Izuku to bite down on Katsuki’s digits.
“I bet it doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as when I do things to you.”
Katsuki declared into Izuku’s ear.
The older teen’s grip on Izuku’s cock tightened further, digging his nails into
the flesh with every pump. Izuku tried to call out Katsuki’s name but couldn’t
from the the mixture of lost of breath and the fingers still in his mouth.
Tears started trailing down his cheeks, not from pain but from his body’s
reflexes. All he could do was contently moan around Katsuki’s fingers, suckling
and lapping at the taste of them in his mouth.
Katsuki’s thrusts became more prominent, hard, and demanding. Izuku was trying
his best to hold himself in place, both hands firm on the glass trying to
alleviate some of the pressure from his head against it from each of Katsuki’s
thrusts. Katsuki’s hand was pumping him in tune with his thrusts, pushing hard
enough to make himself even at a loss of breath as what little could escape his
mouth was fogging the glass by his face.
“That’s right,” Katsuki grunted as he thrusted and ground harder. “No one takes
care of you like I do.”
Izuku tried to lean back to touch his head against Katsuki’s, to possibly
capture a glimpse of the expression on the blonde’s face. Yet, Katsuki pulled
him forward, forcing his gaze to be on the room in front of them. Izuku let out
more inaudible moans from within his throat. It was burning from loss of air,
mainly from the hero within the room. He could tell from the struggle, from how
it felt the end was drawing near for the hero within those walls, his body was
fighting its best. His senses were overloaded, his focus dwindling to mainly
focus on keeping his balance.
“You’re mine. You’re my Deku.”
Within nearly and instant, the connection with the hero snapped and relatched
itself onto Katsuki. Izuku’s heart was already racing from the statement alone,
now partnered with every pleasured feeling that Katsuki was experiencing
partnered with his own sent further. They could feel everything. The way
Katsuki was grinding against Izuku’s prostate with each thrust. The way
Katsuki’s finger’s stung from the bite marks that Izuku’s teeth left. The way
Izuku’s forehead felt flush against the cold surface of the glass. The feeling
of rough strokes Katsuki was giving Izuku’s cock that was also still stinging
from the scratches.
Feeling everything all at once sent both of them over the edge. Izuku’s vision
went white as he lost his balance, skidding his face against the glass with
Katsuki’s weight behind him. Both of them were shaking, they usually worked up
to this sort of intense connection. The residual aftershocks of their orgasms
still fresh.
Izuku regained enough focus to see his noumu had already bitten the limp body
in half and threw the second bit into it’s large maw. He pushed himself up a
bit to not be against the glass. His hands were firm on the windowsill as he
pushed himself upward. Katsuki kissed the back of his neck as he pushed back up
into him, feeling the blonde’s hands beside his as he regained his own balance.
“No matter how many times we feed them, it is still sort of horrifying to
watch.” he said softly, giving Izuku’s neck another gentle kiss.
Izuku leaned into the touch, his hand reaching up to ruffle through Katsuki’s
hair. His words were tickling the nape of his neck, as he muttered other muses
that Izuku felt more than he understood. He leaned back more, wanting to
encompass more of the blonde behind him. Katsuki proceeded to kiss more into
Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku leaned his head back against the glass, enjoying the
way the coolness felt. Katsuki had moved both hands to massage at Izuku’s
shoulders, pushing right against the shoulderblades.
However the calming moment was broken by the familiar metallic ringing of
Izuku’s phone. Katsuki grumpily bit at Izuku’s shoulder as Izuku fished for his
phone from his vest pocket. Izuku’s posture changed as soon as he got a glimpse
at the screen, straightening quickly. Katsuki attempted to bite harder before
forcibly being pulled by his hair away from Izuku with a rather unforgiving
sharp tug. Izuku had answered the phone, and before Katsuki could do anything,
the two words that immediately would halt any of their festivities came from
the smaller teen’s lips.
“Yes Sensei? … Of course, we’ll be on shortly.”
Katsuki straightened his posture as well, watching as Izuku hung up his phone.
While They didn’t get calls from him frequently, they knew better than to be
fooling around with their collective boss and teacher on the line. Izuku had
turned around to face Katsuki, his features stern.
“He wants us for a conference in ten, we need to wash up.”
Katsuki merely grumbled as he watched Izuku nearly turn on a dime to leave.
Katsuki followed behind, taking a moment to glance down at himself and unbutton
the front of his shirt. To say they were disgusting would, at this particular
point in time, been a complete understatement. His dress shirt was splattered
in a mixture of Izuku’s blood, some from the heroes he was punching earlier,
grime, sweat, saliva, and other fluids that he didn’t know the precise names
of. The splattered combined sight was not pleasant.
They both made their way through the long corridor and back up the stairs.
Where their base expanded was beyond the long bookshelf on the wall. It was a
secret door of sorts, loaded on a hinge and switch. As the two made their way
through the opening, it swung shut, setting itself flush with the rest of the
wall.
They both moved through their routine, one that had been clearly perfected and
practiced before. They both systematically showered, disposed of their ruined
clothes, and changed into fresh ones. Katsuki and Izuku unexpectedly both
picked custard colored dress shirts, and black vests and pants. They hadn’t
intended to match, but it didn’t particularly matter all that much. Katsuki
begrudgingly, but quickly, put his black tie on. His red eyes peering over to
see Izuku putting his on properly, finally, after three years of teaching and
reteaching him.
Izuku had pulled his phone out again to check the time. His lips morphed into a
pout as he shoved the device back into his pocket.
“Three minutes.” Izuku said lowly before walking outside their bedroom and
making his way into their office.
Katsuki was right behind him, watching as Izuku was turning on the computer and
connecting to the conference room. Once Izuku got the connection started,
Katsuki pulled Izuku back onto the chair and onto his lap. The smaller teen
didn’t fight the movement, but merely adjusted in the blonde’s tight grasp.
Izuku leaned back allowing Katsuki to hook his chino on his shoulder. Arms
wrapping around Izuku and interlinking their fingers.
Katsuki was taking calming breaths, enjoying the way Izuku smelled fresh from
the shower. Izuku was preoccupied with rubbing at the tips of Katsuki’s
fingers. Both actions were calming, almost a mundane ritual that the two had
grown attached to the contact, the closeness. Katsuki hummed contently through
a sigh, Izuku was one of the few things in his life that was stable. With all
the inconsistencies they went through in their day to day life, this constant
was their pillar for one another.
“Gah, are you two ever not all lovey dovey on each other?”
Both teens had their attention shifted to the monitor. They had connected to
the conference which prompted the webcam and mic to switch on. Jin was the one
who spoke, his mask on his face that he usually had on for some sort of mental
stability. Toga was sitting beside him, munching on some sort of tart like
pastry loudly with a semi amused grin on her face.
Katsuki was the first to respond, lifting his hand up while still entangled
with Izuku’s to flip off the camera. His eyes were mildly burning with rage as
he leered into the webcam. Izuku didn’t fight the gesture, but leaned further
back with all his weight, prompting the blonde to stop.
On the screen, another camera came online showing Dabi and Shigaraki within the
bar. They could tell Kurogiri was there as well, just in the background from
the wisps of smoke from the side of the frame. Izuku straightened and smiled
politely, a coy play to get under Shigaraki’s skin that was working from the
forming tension that could be visibly seen from the silver haired man. However,
everything dropped when the final person joined, void of a webcam and only
containing an audio feed.
“I assume that you have been on your best behavior?”
The voice was that of a more stern, distinguished man. It oozed of control and
poise that made everyone fall silent and attentive. It was the type of power
and control that no one dared to defy, and no one was ignorant enough to not
give All for One the respect he deserved.
“Yes Sensei.” Both Shigaraki and Izuku chimed in almost instantaneously.
They both began a mild stare down, but it ended when they heard All for One
begin talking again.
“Good, we have come so far in the past year.” he continued, his voice still
calm. “We have been making such progress, such growth. This group truly has
become a force to be reckoned with, even without much of my guidance.”
Katsuki could feel the slight shake in Izuku’s form. Saying that Izuku owed All
for One everything wasn’t even the half of it. Both the teen in his arms and
Shigaraki were hand picked by him to be the future. The future of villainy, the
future to tear down the current heroic structure. Within the eyes of All for
One that’s what the two of them were destined for, and Katsuki was to be at
Izuku’s side much like how Kurogiri was to Shigaraki’s. A guide of sorts, a
protector, and for balance. However it wasn’t how Izuku saw Katsuki, it was
much deeper than that, more personal than that.
“I know how eager everyone is to tear down the Hero Organization structure.,
but we will get there in due time. We will be proceeding with plan alpha
tomorrow, so be prepared.”
Katsuki could easily feel the excited bounce from Izuku’s leg. Plan Alpha
pertained to attacking one of the major hero agencies directly, and it was
something that Izuku was looking forward to. Taking down top heroes was
something Izuku looked forward to, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t
look forward to it as well. The two of them tried their best to hide their
excitement, as their plans were now calmly divulged from the monitor before
them. The horizon looked interesting indeed.
Chapter End Notes
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