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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Ashido_Mina, Uraraka_Ochako, Yaoyorozu
      Momo, Jirou_Kyouka, Mineta_Minoru
  Additional Tags:
      mineta_dies, Euphoria_AU, Serious_Dubcon, Heavy_BDSM, Bondage, Riding
      Crops, Dirty_Talk, Choking, Minor_Character_Death, Other_Additional_Tags
      to_Be_Added, Trans_Midoriya_Izuku, Bloodplay, Knifeplay, Restraints,
      Marking, Cunnilingus, Hand_Jobs, Come_Eating, Doggy_Style, Collars,
      Leashes, Drowning, Pegging, Hanging, Mutual_Masturbation, Mentions_of
      Public_Masturbation, Nipple_Clamps, Electrocution, Omorashi, Watersports,
      Daddy_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-23 Completed: 2017-12-04 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 25870
****** take me change me fuck me ******
by Daddy_Fluff_(Agent_Fluff)
Summary
     A group of seven students from Class 1-A are swept up in a villain's
     fucked up plan to watch Bakugou Katsuki fuck. He has his free
     pickings, but there's no one else he'd choose, really. He doesn't
     know the others well enough to be okay with putting them through this
     situation, and when Izuku offers to go through each round with him:
     well, there was no saying no to him, really.
Notes
     This is going to be FUCKED. UP. As you may have expected from a
     Euphoria AU. No worries, my lovelies. There will be no scat in this
     fic; I can't stomach that one, sorry.
     So here's how this is going to work: Each chapter will be a different
     round and will have the warnings attached in the beginning notes.
     Tags will be added to the fic tags as each chapter is posted.
     Got it? Good. Now let the fun begin ;)
     Chapter Warnings: bondage, choking, biting, dirty talk, degradation,
     slapping, riding crops
See the end of the work for more notes
***** restraint and punishment *****
He doesn’t remember much from earlier. He knew they were doing combat training
together in three on threes before a black mist had overtaken the class, and
then... nothing . Katsuki wakes with a muffled groan, rubbing his eyes as he
glances around the room he was being held hostage in. It was stark white with
doors lining the four walls and a large screen hanging from the ceiling in the
center of the room. Beyond that, the room was devoid of anything save for two
buckets labeled for water and for using the bathroom. Gross.
 
His eyes land on a large group of his classmates crowded together, though
whether they were huddled together out of comfort or fear was beyond him. He
picks himself off the floor with a hiss, slowly making his way over to the
crowd.
 
“Oi, what the fuck’s going on?”
 
The startled crowd parts enough to look at him, giving Katsuki the chance to
see who else was swept up in this shitfest.
 
Mina stands to his left, while Momo flanks his right. They both looked rattled,
yet they hide their distress fairly well. Uraraka stands next to Mina while
Jirou stands by Momo’s side. The annoying grape idiot is in the middle of them,
face tear stained. Katsuki doesn’t give a fuck about what he was crying
over—either it was over their situation, or over being surrounded by
women—neither of which he cared about in regards to the gremlin. He could choke
for all Katsuki cared about him.
 
Then there was the one directly across from him: wide emerald eyes, wild green
hair, and freckles dusting his cheeks. The one Katsuki was the least surprised
to see of all.
 
Midoriya Izuku.
 
“Glad to see you’re all finally awake.” A voice crackles over a hidden loud
speaker, startling them all before Katsuki could even get a word in response
from the group—though he supposes his curiosity is about to be sated.
 
"We're going to play a game. As you can see, there are seven of you in total.
One of you is considered the key, and the other five are considered the
keyholes."
 
Katsuki curses under his breath at the words as they hit him like an arrow
through the chest. Whoever these sick people are want them to fuck—no, they
want them to be  raped .
 
By each other.
 
“The key has been decided as Bakugou Katsuki. The first challenge will begin in
ten minutes. Please use this time wisely.”
 
All the life drains out from him at the mention of his name, and he knows for a
fact his body is devoid of color. These fucks want him to  violate  his
classmates? He may be an asshole, but he’d  never  cross that line.
 
“T-This is insane! I’m not playing this game! I’m not even gay!” Mineta
shrieks, and Katsuki strains his forehead with the force of his eye roll. Of
all the things to be  fucking  complaining about right now…
 
“Mineta, calm down, it’ll be okay—” Momo attempts at calming him down, only to
be cut off within seconds.
 
“No! It won’t be! It won’t be okay! This is sick, and I’m not going through
with it!”
 
Within a millisecond of the words leaving the bastard’s lips, he’s disappeared
from the room. Katsuki blinks a few times in an attempt to process what
happened, as does everyone else. Mineta had just been standing with them, how
did he vanish in the blink of an eye?
 
The door closest to them opens with a hiss, beckoning them ominously into the
dark room beyond it. Katsuki shares a brief glance with the rest of the group
before making the first move to check out the new room with a tsk. Until he had
a better grasp at what the enemy wanted from them, he’d just have to play along
with their game. Patience may not be his strongest suit, but he wasn’t a
fucking idiot either—he knew when he was at too big of a disadvantage to try to
swing the odds in his favor.
 
The group follows behind him, and the door closes, effectively sealing them in
the shadows. Before anyone can breathe, the room fills with a bright light and
ear-splitting screaming.
 
Katsuki flinches from the brief sensory overload before recovering enough to
process the scene before him. There in the middle of the room stood a prominent
electric chair with the helpless grape villain strapped into it. His body
convulses grotesquely at the voltage flowing through his body, and his teeth
grip the gag in his mouth so hard his teeth have cracked against it as foam
starts spilling from his mouth.
 
The undeniable stench of piss, shit, and boiled flesh fill the room. Katsuki’s
stomach lurches at the combination, and he fights to keep his stomach contents
down. He wants to cover his nose to at least mask some of the stench, but he
finds his body unable to move. He’s disgusted with the scene before him, yet
he’s more disgusted with his own weakness at being so affected by it. He’s a
hero goddammit , he should’ve been able to save him, even if the twerp was the
equivalent of womanizing human scum.
 
As soon as the light show had started it stops, and the room fills with the
harsh glow of fluorescent lights. Katsuki strains his eyes as his vision
adjusts. He bites back his snarl as the disturbing event he’d just witnessed is
lain out in much better view.
 
Look away. Why the fuck can’t he seem to look away?
 
“Now that you all are aware of the punishments for not playing the game, we ask
you again to prepare yourselves for the first challenge. You now have five
minutes remaining. Please use this time wisely.” The voice announces over the
loudspeaker, cutting out with a loud click.
 
The door they’d entered from opens again, and most of the group filters out of
the room eagerly. Katsuki tries his best to filter out their whimpers and sobs
of fear, but he’s finding it hard to fight back those feelings within himself.
He thought he’d be ready for anything, but, evidently, he had no clue what the
real world of hero work entailed. He never thought someone could do something
so fucked up.
 
Katsuki closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his mouth, releasing it
again. He opens his eyes to find Izuku standing before him.
 
"K-Kacchan, please...pick me for each round. I can handle it." Izuku says,
casting a glance over at where the others of their class stand in the main room
huddled in a small circle. Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest as he
thinks. He can’t afford to spare another thought at the loss of their
classmate. He needs to get everyone out of there and to safety as fast as he
can.
 
“Deku, we don’t even  know  if they’ll let me pick the same person each round.
What if that’s against the rules? What if they kill someone like they did to
Mineta?” He replies back with a glance towards the third occupant of the room,
furrowing his brows in thought. “Without knowing what the people that set up
this game stand to gain from this shitfest, we have to be careful.”
 
Izuku nods in agreement. “Right, you’re right. Just...pick me first. We can
sort it out from there.”
 
“I don’t need your fucking help to get us out of here.” Katsuki replies with a
glare that lacks its usual venom.
 
This is more than anything they’ve faced before; probably more than  any  pro
heroes have faced before. This...game, or whatever, is set up so intricately
that it covers all visible weak spots. In order to find a way out of this
alive, loathe as he is to admit it, they’re going to have to play the game and
work together.
 
Izuku seems to pick up on what he’s thinking without him having to voice
anything and gives him a solid pat on the shoulder before going to join the
others. Katsuki used to find that weird “finish each other’s sentences”
understanding they had of each other irritating, but right now, he’s grateful
he doesn’t have to voice  any  of what he’s feeling.
 
“All players please stand behind the white line. Ten second countdown.”
 
The group scrambles to follow the loudspeaker’s command, standing stock still
behind the white tape that apparently marked the starting line.
 
“All players accounted for. The key must select the keyhole for this round.
Please step in front of the door before you once the decision is made.”
 
Katsuki takes in a deep breath, crossing the line before turning and facing the
group. He drowns out the faces of fear from the girls, zoning in solely on
Izuku who looks at him with both determination and trepidation. Izuku nods once
in silence.
 
“Izuku.” Katsuki says. The name of his former childhood friend tastes weird on
his tongue, as if he was never meant to say it. Or, more precisely, hasn’t
earned  the right to say it yet.
 
Izuku steps forward and stands by his side. They share a brief look before
turning to face the door and what horror show may wait for them beyond it.
 
“Key and keyhole may now enter the room.”
 
Katsuki enters the room first, followed quickly by Izuku. His eyes are
immediately drawn to the bright red lights on the far wall that, apparently,
contain what’s expected of them this round.
 
Round One: Restraint and Punishment
 
Method: Rough
 
Required Times: Twice
 
Rough? What the fuck did they mean by  rough ? Did they want him to play the
part of sexual predator like this game actually fucking is, or…
 
Izuku scrunches his nose up at the directions as he reads them before casting a
glance over to him.
 
“I guess this is it, huh?” He sighs, looking over at the bright red ropes that
hang from hooks on the walls, along with different whips, paddles, and other
sexual torture devices. His fingers twitch at his sides. “What do you want to
do?”
 
Let’s just get this over with.
 
“Up against that wall. I’m gonna strap you into the hanging shackles.” Katsuki
says with a nod in the desired direction. Izuku complies without another word,
and he bites his lip. The unquestioning obedience to him is bother annoying in
how eerily reminiscent it is of their childhood years together and a mother
fucking  turn on. Any other time, any other circumstance, and he might actually
have enjoyed the twitch in his cock.
 
Katsuki wordlessly turns his back to his rival to pick his weapons of choice: a
sleek metal bar to shove between Izuku’s legs and a riding crop. He doesn’t
need much more than that, though he snags the pretty red vibrator as a fallback
plan to induce orgasm whether or not Izuku was turned on by the proceedings so
they could pass through this fucking bullshit test and move on to whatever
horrors lie beyond this stage.
 
When he turns back to face his partner for the time being, his breath is nearly
stolen away from him. Izuku is already stark naked, clothes discarded in a
messy pile towards the corner of the room. His body is  nothing  like Katsuki
imagined it would be—it’s so,  so  much better.
 
Izuku’s intense training over these past three years since their final middle
school year and now have sculpted his childhood friend into a masterpiece. His
arms sweep like mountains and valleys, covered in firm muscle from the rigorous
and strict use of his quirk to train its limits and are littered in scars from
his past brashness. Freckles dust over his shoulders and spill down his toned
chest, where below he sports a six pack that Katsuki has dreamed of running his
hands and tongue over. Izuku has a nice happy trail of short and trimmed pubic
hair that lead to a pretty pink pussy, framed by two thick and powerful thighs.
Scars litter the skin of them as well due to overusing his shoot style,
mingling well with the freckles that reside there as well.
 
Izuku shudders under his intense gaze, snapping Katsuki back to the present. He
can’t deny that he’s wanted his rival like this for some time now, but his
stomach still folds in on itself at the mere thought of what was happening
right now.
 
Izuku reaches a grounding hand to his cheek that Katsuki can’t muster up the
courage to slap away.
 
“It’ll be okay, Kacchan. I trust you.” He says, voice soft and caring.
 
Don’t look at me with those damn eyes...
 
“I’ll get us out of here, Deku. I promise.” Katsuki whispers back, voice
unusually soft for him. He mentally kicks himself at showing such weakness, to
his rival no less, but he can’t bring himself to care. Deep down, he knows he’s
always looked out for Izuku, and always  will . Even the years of bullying were
meant to protect the idiot from being crushed by the weight of his unattainable
dreams when they inevitably shattered. Or worse yet, he became a quirkless hero
or sidekick that Katsuki would have to fight tooth and nail to protect, because
he knows that, in the end, he’d put his life on the line for Izuku without
questioning the thought.
 
He takes a deep breath before stealing his gaze on the other, signaling with
the setting of his jaw that the game has begun. He needed to be rough and treat
Izuku like a sex toy in order to pass, so that’s what he was gonna do.
 
Katsuki strides over to him in a few fluid motions, roughly yanking the other
up so his wrists were even with the cuffs. Izuku squirms under each brush of
fingers against his skin as he snaps the restraints in place. He smirks to
himself; Izuku’s toes are just barely making contact with the tiled floor
beneath him, meaning he’ll have to rely on his arm strength throughout this
whole mess. The leg bar goes on just as easily as the restraints, and he takes
a step back to admire his handiwork.
 
Katsuki’s smirk drops as he notices Izuku shuffling around more than usual
where he stands, legs struggling to cover himself and breaths starting to come
in heavy. He grips Izuku’s chin roughly to force him to make eye contact.
 
“What the fuck’s up with you?” He sneers, curling his lip up at the corner in a
snarl.
 
“W-Well, you see, uh—I uh—” Izuku stutters, eyes fluttering to look everywhere
but at him.
 
“Spit it out already.”
 
“I, uh—I may have already thought about...something like this...before.” Izuku
admits shyly, face flushing bright red, making his freckles stand out.
 
Cute.
 
It takes a few moments before the dots connect in his brain, realization
hitting him like a truck. “You’ve thought about  us  before?”
 
“M-Maybe.”
 
His mind struggles to wrap around the concept that his crush could  actually
reciprocate the feelings he harbors. How fucking cruel they had to find out
here in this fuckass shithole of a situation where they’ll both no doubt be
scarred for life.
 
Suddenly an idea forms in his mind as Izuku’s revelation bounces around in his
brain.
 
“Tell me about it.”
 
Izuku flushes a deeper red as he squirms beneath Katsuki’s tight hold on his
chin. “K-Kacchan! No! I-It’s embarrassing.”
 
“If you want to fucking save everyone here and get out of this alive, tell me
your  fucking  fantasies.” Katsuki hisses as he slams Izuku’s head back into
the tiles and assaults his neck with his teeth and tongue, leaving large,
bruising bite marks.
 
“Kaaachan.” Izuku moans, stretching his neck out to the side to give him more
access.
 
Katsuki takes the invitation eagerly, marking up every inch of the creamy skin
and drawing blood where neck becomes shoulder. He moves his focus further down,
pressing hot open mouthed kisses along all the scars and freckles that litter
Izuku’s chest until he’s teasing a nipple with his lips.
 
Perhaps now wasn’t the time for thinking. They’ve both  obviously  fantasized
about doing this with each other, so maybe they should just give in to their
desires in hopes of forgetting, even just for a second, the hopeless situation
they were in.
 
“Tell me, Deku. That’s an  order .”
 
“K-Kacchan.” Izuku pants against his lips, words falling from his mouth in a
jumble. “I get off to the thought of you completely dominating me. I love the
thought of you ch-choking me and leaving bruises on my neck to show your
strength, the thought of you leaving burn scars on my skin to show off the
power of your q-quirk. I ha-have these soft red ropes in my room that I use
when I jack off to thoughts of you.”
 
“Mmm so you’d like it if I did this?” Katsuki purrs, wrapping his hands around
Izuku’s neck and squeezing hard. Izuku wheezes as his throat closes off,
releasing a tiny cross between a squeak and a moan as his hips buck up minutely
in response to his question.
 
“You’ve been getting off to my shit treatment of you all these years, haven’t
you?” He chuckles darkly, licking his lips as his fingers tighten minutely on
the throat bared before him.
 
Izuku tugs against his restraints yet doesn’t drop his eyes from where they
rest on Katsuki’s lips.
 
“Maybe.”
 
Katsuki squeezes his throat hard before moving his hands to rest on Izuku’s
shoulder. In one swift motion, he dislocates the arm. Izuku releases a mixture
of a moan and a shriek of pain that goes straight to Katsuki’s cock.
 
“You’re in no position to be playing games.” He hisses, gripping Izuku’s cheeks
hard. “You’d do best to answer my questions truthfully, whore.”
 
Katsuki doesn’t miss the way Izuku’s hips buck up in a desperate search of
friction, nor does he miss the minute dilation of his pupils and sharp intake
of breath.
 
Izuku likes being talked down to.
 
Katsuki’s lips curl up in a smirk. He could  definitely  work with that
information.  More than  work with it.
 
“I’ll ask you one more time. Have you been getting off to my shit treatment of
you all these years?” Katsuki asks, hands trailing down the heaving chest
before him slowly. He rakes nails over Izuku’s perky nipples, rolling them a
few times under his thumbs before trailing them further down to leave pretty
little red scratch marks all over that pale stomach of his.
 
Izuku inhales sharply, leaning further into Katsuki’s touch despite the pain it
must put on his shoulder. The nerd  did  always have a high pain tolerance—he
doubts what he’s feeling now even registers as more than a papercut to the
idiot.
 
“K-Kacchan—” Izuku stutters, whimpering softly as one of Katsuki’s hands rests
on his hip while the other teases over his mound.
 
“Answer,  Deku .” Katsuki demands, moving his fingers slowly along the outside
of his lips. Izuku was already wet, and he’d barely done  anything  to him.
 
“Mmhh! Yes, Kacchan!” Izuku nearly shrieks out in reply when Katsuki runs a
gentle finger over his clit, teasing it with the promise of more attention
later.
 
“Just yes?” Katsuki says, digging the fingers of his free hand into Izuku’s hip
further, harder, to leave marks that will bruise for sure. He won’t admit it
out loud, but he kind of really  really  enjoys the idea of Izuku being marked
as  his . “Tell me what gets you wet, Deku. Tell me, and I’ll reward you.”
 
Izuku groans frustratedly, desperately trying to grind against the fingers
teasing his pussy. Katsuki pulls them away each attempt, keeping them close
enough to touch yet far enough that it’d drive the other mad.
 
“I love when Kacchan shoves me around and uses his quirk to leave burns.” Izuku
says, voice breaking off into a moan as one of Katsuki’s fingers takes a
teasing plunge between his lips to encourage him. “I—ngh! I love it most when
K-Kacchan talks down to me and calls me names.”
 
Katsuki adds a second finger with the first, skimming through the wet mess of
Izuku’s pussy a few times before removing them. He smirks, holding the two
fingers up to Izuku’s lips. Izuku takes them wordlessly, running his tongue
over the pads of his fingers and over the knuckles to lavish Katsuki’s fingers
well after they’d be deemed clean.
 
He definitely wasn’t lying about fantasizing about this.
 
“Good boy.” Katsuki praises, slipping his flingers out of Izuku’s mouth to
replace with his tongue. He’s not sure if he’s crossing some sort of unspoken
rule about no kissing in a situation like this, but he can’t help himself; and
with the way Izuku was returning his passion twice over, he finds he really
doesn’t care if the rule was blown to smithereens in his hands or not.
 
Katsuki runs his tongue along Izuku’s, explores his mouth for all it’s worth,
losing himself to the true purpose of why they were in this shitty sterile
white room. He pulls back minutely to look at Izuku’s face, smirking as the
other chases his lips still connected with a small trail of spit. Izuku whines
when Katsuki keeps pulling back until he finally opens those pretty eyes of him
once more to silently beg.
 
“They didn’t provide lube, but I want this vibrator in you when I fuck you. Get
the gist?”
 
Izuku takes a second to process the words through his lust addled brain before
nodding so vigorously he could rival a bobblehead.
 
“Eager for me to fuck you like a whore, Deku? To be used by me?” Katsuki purrs,
flicking Izuku’s clit a few times before snaking a finger into his dripping
hole while his other hand swipes two fingers through the slick of Izuku’s lips
to gather as much as they can.
 
Katsuki crooks his finger, searching for that one spot that he can abuse—
 
Izuku lets out a hearty moan as Katsuki readjusts his angle.
 
Ah there you are.
 
He teases over the spot with brief circular motions of the pad of his finger
before slowly brushing back and forth over it. Katsuki works another finger to
join in teasing that spot inside Izuku while the one of the fingers covered in
slick on his other hand begins to circle Izuku’s entrance. He captures the hiss
that leaves Izuku’s lips with his own as he presses into Izuku’s ass up to the
first knuckle. He presses on when Izuku finally stops writhing in pain on his
finger until his first digit is buried in fully.
 
Katsuki rolls Izuku’s clit with his thumb a bit, nipping at the sensitive flesh
of Izuku’s inner thigh when he gets a pretty little half-moan in response.
Izuku’s legs are shaking, with the strain of keeping himself on his toes, and
Katsuki fears he may cum before even getting inside the nerd.
 
Not like it’d be the first time cumming so fast on his knees in front of Izuku,
if his dreams counted for anything…
 
Katsuki slides in his second finger with more ease than the first, scissoring
them to spread Izuku open. He replaces his thumb on Izuku’s clit with his
tongue, lavishing it as he continues to spread his fingers as wide as they can
go.
 
“K-Kacchan, m’not gonna last long if you do that.” Izuku warns, biting back
pitiful moans and whines that Katsuki wishes he could record so he could listen
back to them whenever he pleased.
 
He slides his fingers out of Izuku’s ass with a hum, replacing them almost
immediately with the vibrator that was at least three fingers wide. He’d have
prepared Izuku more, but the instructions were to be rough, and there was only
so much Izuku’s slick could cover as makeshift lube.
 
Izuku hisses with the forceful intrusion, tears prickling the corners of his
eyes. His breaths come in hot and heavy as he tries to adjust how he stands to
find a more comfortable way to seat the vibrator within him, but the bars
around his legs prevent him from moving far. Katsuki kisses Izuku, hot and
desperate and eager to soak up all the little whimpers and moans that leave the
freckled boy’s mouth. He laps at Izuku’s tongue and smirks into their kiss as
he turns the vibrator on low.
 
“O-Oh, fuck.” Izuku moans, exposing the wide column of his bruised neck that
Katsuki can’t resist sinking his teeth into once more. He wants to— longs to
—cover all of the rest of that pretty pale skin in bruises—but the bitterness
of their situation still leaves a sour taste in his mouth, tainting the lust
that fills him hearing Izuku cuss.
 
His fingers return to toy with Izuku’s cunt some more, two shoved in while his
thumb rolls and flicks his clit mercilessly. Izuku’s trembling under his touch,
and Katsuki can tell he's close—and fuck if Katsuki  himself  wasn't close. His
cock was already straining hard against its cotton trap of his clothes. With
his free hand he frees himself, giving his cock a few strokes with a moan of
relief. He positively  aches  with want, but he can’t get himself off yet. Not
when the show was just beginning.
 
Izuku whines a semi-coherent complaint when Katsuki pulls his fingers away from
him to stand, picking up the riding crop from where it resided next to him as
he goes. Katsuki runs his fingers over the length of it to show it off with a
smirk.
 
“I’m gonna leave pretty welts all over your body.” Katsuki purrs, trailing the
tip of the crop over the other’s abs slowly, teasingly. Izuku takes in a sharp
breath as he tracks the motion of the item, stomach shying away from the cold
touch. Once his gaze returns to Katsuki’s, he begins.
 
One flick of the riding crop, two, three—and Izuku’s cumming  hard , slick
gushing unabashedly to the floor as his legs give out.
 
“N-Never squirted before…” Izuku mumbles under his strained breath, cut off
almost immediately by a hand around his windpipe once more.
 
“Did I fucking say you could do that?” Katsuki growls, drawing a hand back to
deliver a solid  slap  that rings through the room.
 
Izuku is momentarily stunned, both from the harsh sting of the slap to his
right cheek and the warm cum that now coats his abs.
 
Fuck, he’d came too soon. He’d wanted both times to be inside Izuku...oh well.
Can’t change what’s already come to pass.
 
Izuku’s face flushes red, mouth moving open and closed but no words come out.
He’s always wanted to break his rival like this, leave Izuku speechless and
silently begging for more, but he’d always wanted it to be solely because of
him . The weight of their situation feels like a cold bucket of water thrown at
him, but the momentary lapse in fantasy allows him the clarity to continue
enough for the second required round.
 
Assholes.
 
“You look so good with my cum covering you. You like it too, don’t you  slut .”
Katsuki punctuates his reprimand with by turning the power up on the vibrator
in Izuku’s ass that has the other moaning and rocking.
 
He’s fucking  perfect .
 
“Y-Yes, Kacchan.” Izuku replies breathlessly staring up at him through hooded
eyes. His tongue is hanging out the barest bit from his mouth, and Katsuki
stomps down on his urge to shove Izuku down to his knees and face fuck those
beautiful full lips of his.
 
Not now, not yet. Stick to the original plan.
 
“Would you like it even more if I came  in  you?” Katsuki asks, trailing a
gentle finger over Izuku’s freckled cheek.
 
His freckles are like a work of art that’s begging for a signature to claim it.
 
“Yes.” Izuku answers again, whimpering when Katsuki swipes his thumb over his
lower lip.
 
“Is that so?” He hums, free hand coming to rest on Izuku’s ass and squeezing
hard . “Beg for it then.”
 
Izuku’s eyes widen slightly and Katsuki’s smirk widens in turn.
 
“Let me hear that dirty fucking mouth of yours, Deku. I know you have it in
you.”
 
There’s only a brief moment of silence before the dam seems to break within the
boy before him, words streaming from his lips almost too fast to process.
 
“P-Please f-fuck me, Kacchan. I-I want your cock in me, fucking me, until I’m a
quivering mess!”
 
Katsuki moans at the filth tumbling from Izuku’s mouth, cock giving an
interested twitch to signal it’s ready for round two.
 
Perfect.
 
The hand on Izuku’s ass pulls up to rest on his hip as Katsuki grips himself at
the base to bring his cock to tease the head between Izuku’s folds.
 
“Well since you asked so nicely…”
 
Izuku nearly shrieks when Katsuki pushes in with one swift motion, eyes rolling
back as he devolves into a pitifully needy moan. Katsuki sets a brutal pace
with no time for Izuku to adjust to his size. He was well endowed, a fact that
he’d rarely got to take advantage of due to his intense focus on his studies
and quirk training.
 
Izuku moans with each sharp snap of Katsuki’s hips, struggling against the bar
spreading his legs in an obvious attempt to spread his legs further.
 
“That’s a good little cock slut. Eager to spread yourself for me.” Katsuki
murmurs breathless as he can feel himself reaching climax. “You’re close, I can
tell. Do you want to cum? Do you think you’ve earned it?”
 
Izuku can barely form his reply through his groans. “Yes, Kacchan. I’ve been a
good boy.  Your  good boy.”
 
Katsuki hums against his neck as he thinks. He wants to sync their orgasms as
best he can.
 
“You’re right, you’ve mostly been a good boy. Mostly. You  did  cum without
permission earlier though, and I don’t think I’ve bestowed a good enough
punishment for you. I know exactly what will punish and reward you.” Katsuki
says, pulling head away from Izuku’s purple and blue neck to bring his hands up
to Izuku’s other shoulder. He dislocates it with ease. “Come for me, baby.”
 
Izuku moans and does as told, gushing warm slick all over Katsuki’s cock. The
spasms of Izuku’s cunt around him drives him over the edge he’d been riding as
well, cumming inside him. He sees stars as euphoria floods his system, refusing
to stop fucking into Izuku through it all.
 
When the begins to drop off, he reluctantly pulls out of Izuku’s tight warmth
and turns the vibrator off with shaky hands.
 
“Stage clear. Proceed to the shower areas.”
***** blood donation *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku and Katsuki discuss how they should continue if they want to
     make it out of there alive, but neither can think of a way out before
     Round 2 begins.
Chapter Notes
     Chapter Warnings: blood play, (sort of) blood drinking, biting,
     knives, cunnilingus, cum eating, handjob
     Call me Toga, but I find the idea of Izuku covered in blood really
     fucking hot.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Katsuki sighs in relief as the voice comes over the loudspeaker announcing
their success. He releases Izuku’s bonds around his wrists and relocates both
shoulders. Izuku rolls them to loosen them up again as Katsuki drops to his
knees to release the spreading bar. He carefully pulls out the vibrator from
Izuku’s ass, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor.
 
“Can you walk on your own?” Katsuki asks in a brief moment of post-sex bliss.
He bites down the bile that forms in the back of his throat from his
uncharacteristic kindness towards the other, yet he can’t bring himself to
regret showing his concern or the silent offer to help.
 
“N-No. My legs are about to give out. T-That was really...intense.” Izuku
replies, slinging an arm over Katsuki’s shoulders as his legs shake.
 
Katsuki catches him easily when Izuku’s legs finally give, wrapping his left
arm stiffly around Izuku’s waist. He walks him to the shower room,
shoving Izuku through the doors.
 
“Get yourself cleaned up. I’ll collect our shit and bring it in.” He instructs,
turning his back to Izuku so he doesn’t have to see his eyes.
 
Those damn eyes…
 
A long silence passes between them filled with nothing but the sound of heavy
breaths and Katsuki’s footsteps as he crosses the room to round up what was
discarded for the round.
 
“Kacchan.” Izuku whispers, serious tone and broken voice forcing Katsuki to
look back at him over his shoulder. “T-Thank you.”
 
He doesn’t have to elaborate on what he’s thanking him for—Katsuki already
knows.
 
Thank you for picking me when I asked. Thank you for listening to me for once.
Thank you for not making this worse than it already is. Thank you for giving me
this brief moment alone before the next round.
 
Katsuki huffs and rolls his eyes in response before going back to what he was
doing before. He waits until he hears the sound of the shower starting up
before sinking to his knees, fingers trying their damndest to claw through the
floor beneath him as his forehead rests against the cool tile. A first forms
without his permission, and he slams it into the ground, shattering the tile
beneath it.
 
If he had been stronger, he would’ve been able to see the villains coming and
stop them before they were put in this mess. If he were stronger, he could
figure out how the villains are keeping their quirks from being used and bust
out of here with a massive explosion. If he were stronger, he wouldn’t have to
shatter Izuku just so they could live.
 
Damn it. Damn it, damn it,damn it.
 
Katsuki wipes the tears that form at the corners of his eyes away. He wasn’t so
weak as to be crying over his failures. No  fucking  way. That’s not what a
hero  does.
 
He picks himself back up, clenches his eyes shut, and takes deep, ragged
breaths until the red in his vision is finally gone and he can think somewhat
clearly. He doesn’t have any idea of how long that takes, but the concerned
call of his name from Izuku at the entrance to the shower room tells him it was
a while.
 
Katsuki tightens his grip on the clothes, pushing them into Izuku’s naked and
bruised chest without looking at him. He  can’t  look at him right now, but
whoever designed this shitshow didn’t want to give him a moment’s break.
 
The room was relatively large with only one shower head and two empty hooks on
the wall accompanied by a third one with a two towels hanging off it. A few
shampoo and body wash bottles marked the corner. Katsuki rips his gaze away
from them when he realises the sick fucks that set this game up managed to
figure out the exact brands of body wash and shampoo they used.
 
Katsuki strips out of his clothes, rolling his shoulders with a sigh when the
warm water finally hits his skin. He stands under the spray with his eyes
closed for who knows how long. The uninterrupted silence save for the sound of
water running down the drain is somewhat nice, but he knows the brief reprise
won’t last. Izuku will inevitably want to talk about a way out of there, and
they’ll be forced to leave the solitude of the shower room.
 
Katsuki slowly opens his eyes, running a hand through his wet spikes as he
closes the short distance to where the soaps lie. He squeezes the liquid into
his hands, massaging it into everywhere his hands can reach. He feels dirty and
violated, yet he wasn’t even the one who  was  violated.
 
Bile rises in his throat as the image of Izuku at the end of their trial flits
through his mind.
 
“Kacchan, have you thought of any solution? I tried prying the drain up to see
if it was a possible weak spot, but it’s bolted in place. The shower head is
firm too.” Izuku finally speaks up to break the silence of the room, leaning
against the tile of the wall furthest away from the water spray. He doesn’t
look Katsuki’s way when he speaks, a small bit of privacy he’s grateful for,
yet bitter he has to take it.
 
“No. We still don’t know what these sick fucks want with us, and we don’t know
how they’re keeping our quirks from activating.” Katsuki replies, closing his
eyes in an attempt at allowing the warm water to wash away some of the stress
of the situation as it did the soap covering him.
 
“I don’t think they’ll let us stay in the shower room for much longer.” Izuku
notes aloud.
 
Katsuki nods knowing Izuku can’t see it, leaning his forearms against the wall
in front of him to rest his forehead against the tile in hopes of having the
amplified sound drown out everything.
 
“Next round we take the shower together. Search the damn place top to fucking
bottom.” Katsuki says, fingers clenching harder together at the thought of
having to need  more  help from the nerd in order to escape their predicament.
 
He glances over at Izuku to catch the tail end of his accepting nod. Katsuki
turns the shower off, stepping over towards the frail nerd with ease. He
already regrets what he’s about to say, yet something inside him is screaming
that it needs to be said.
 
“Izuku, I’ll get you out of here. That’s a promise.”
 
Izuku turns to face him, eyes wide and glossy with forming tears.  Typical.
 
“K-Kacchan.” He stammers out, looking down at the floor for a brief second
before their gazes meet once more. Izuku holds out a hand between them at chest
level, reminiscent of when they swore to keep promises with each other when
they were four. “Promise?”
 
Katsuki takes the hand offered to him without thinking, like he was sinking
back into a long forgotten routine, and grasps it firmly. “Promise.”
 
Izuku smiles for the first time since they’ve been trapped in this game—his
first genuine, non-lust addled one at least. Katsuki has to look away lest his
heart break out of his chest from how strong the flutter of it was.
 
When they step out of the shower room, he expects to be bombarded with
questions of what went on behind the closed door. He expects to be shaken and
demanded  for answers, but instead he was greeted by four horrified faces.
 
Uraraka and Mina were devoid of color altogether (impressive considering Mina’s
bright pink complexion) and looked like they’d pass out at any moment. Jirou
had faint shades of green tinting her cheeks, most likely having tossed her
cookies sometime after the round had began. Momo was the most put together of
all at the moment, yet her face was still heavily tear stained and her body was
shaking as if fighting the urge to pull them into a hug. She evidently loses
her battle, and Katsuki bristles as arms come to crush him on his left side and
plaster Izuku to his right.
 
“That—That was—” Momo doesn’t finish her sentence, devolving into tears once
again. The others watch the pair wearily before Mina speaks up in a meek voice.
 
“We had to watch everything.”
 
Katsuki’s blood runs cold at the statement, the true meaning of her sentence
hitting him like a stake to his heart.
 
We saw whatyou didto Izuku.
 
“A-Are you okay, Deku-kun? B-Bakugou-san did quite the number on you in there.”
Uraraka dotes meekly, voice strained and eyes vehemently avoiding Katsuki's.
 
They weren’t provided with an audio feed then.
 
Izuku seems to be much more put together in the face of the revelation that
four of their classmates just watched them have kinky sex than he is, the
little  fuck . Why was he always so much  better  at handling these situations
than him?
 
“I’m fine, Uraraka-san. Kacchan didn’t do anything—”
 
I wasn’t okay with.
 
That was the sentence Katsuki knows he was going to say. He grits his teeth as
Izuku’s gaze flicks over to him for just a brief moment before flashing them a
placating smile despite his cheeks being a stunning shade of crimson. “He
didn’t do anything lasting to me. It was required to pass through.”
 
The girls seem to relax minutely, staring around at the other doors as silence
settles over them. Katsuki decides to bail right then and there to sit alone in
the corner. He needed time to process what happened. He needed time to  think .
 
But, evidently, thinking was exactly what the devs of this game  didn’t  want
him to do. Seconds after he had collapsed into the corner they were all called
to stand behind the white line again. This time, he didn’t hesitate picking
Izuku.
 
Katsuki stands with his hands crossed over his chest, determined to get through
the next challenge to figure out a way to escape. The white doors open to allow
them entrance into the room, and the duo wastes no time entering and reading
over what was required of them.


Round 2: Blood Donation
 
Amount Required: 1 Pint
 
Method: Choice
 
Times: Once
 
Fuck, oh  fuck.  Were these fuckers trying to control who the next successor
would be before Izuku even  got  the chance to fully utilize his power? Were
they trying to end the One For All legacy right here and now?
 
“It doesn’t work that way.” Izuku answers before Katsuki can even  voice  his
worry over the idea of Izuku being forced to give One For All away through this
shitfest. He leans in close so his lips are close to Katsuki’s ear, voice
barely a whisper as he adds: “If they’d known they would’ve have told me to do
it.”
 
Be careful.
 
He wants to say the words so badly, yet the mere  thought  of just saying them
burns a hole through his tongue. Katsuki says nothing, silently looking over
towards the metal examination table with restraints for wrists and ankles. Next
to it sits a small metal side table filled with an array of sharp objects
ranging from scalpels and knives to sharp edged shards of glass.
 
Izuku lets out a sigh beside him. “Let’s get started.”
 
Katsuki turns to watch Izuku strip out of his clothes, possessiveness flaring
up within him as the zipper of his jump suit trails further and further down to
reveal more and more of the bruises and marks Katsuki had just left all over
that pale skin. He can’t seem to tear his gaze away from whatever Izuku’s
fingers do, entranced as they work their magic. Izuku, the shit, seems to catch
on quickly to the attention he’s being given and full body blushes. Yet,
somehow, he still manages to stay composed enough to put on a semi-show for
Katsuki as the last of his clothes come off.
 
Fuck.
 
Katsuki’s breath hitches as Izuku hops up onto the table, legs spread apart as
if to beckon Katsuki to be between them.
 
When the  fuck  did the jumpy little nerd get so  good  at this shit?
 
Katsuki smirks as he comes in close, running his hands up and down the length
of Izuku’s thighs. Izuku presses a quick kiss to his lips before peppering more
as he travels down and around Katsuki’s jaw.
 
“Wanna see you this time, Kacchan.” Izuku murmurs, hands managing to wiggle
themselves under Katsuki’s shirt. Izuku trails his fingertips over Katsuki’s
abs, dips them under the waistband of his pants to snap the elastic of the
briefs underneath.
 
Katsuki’s had  enough  of this game.
 
He pulls away from Izuku’s grasp, much to the smaller boy’s dismay, and quickly
strips himself bare. Katsuki throws a wink his way as he returns to Izuku’s
eager hands. He sighs as those fucking fingertips dance all over his chest, his
abs, over his shoulders, down his arms— everywhere.
 
“ Kacchan , you’ve—you’ve really filled out since middle school.” Izuku murmurs
breathily, pulling him close to place small nips to his jawline again.
 
“I’ve looked like this the whole time, asshole. Uniforms just never did me any
justice.” Katsuki growls in reply, sealing his lips over Izuku’s so he couldn’t
talk anymore.
 
Izuku moans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck. He tugs
lightly on the hair at Katsuki’s neck to change their angle so their tongues
can meet and explore each other’s mouths.  Fuck  was dominant Izuku hot, but it
wasn’t his time to shine in the spotlight. Not yet, at least.
 
Katsuki places kisses at the corner of Izuku’s mouth, down jaw, the column of
his neck. He takes a nipple into his mouth to lavish with tongue and teeth
until Izuku’s hips are trying desperately to grind down onto the smooth metal
table beneath him. Katsuki grips Izuku’s thighs tightly to keep him from moving
and wiggling around. He nips at Izuku’s ribs, licks and kisses over his flank
and stomach, laps at his tiny v-line, until he’s on his knees with his mouth
close enough to tease Izuku’s other lips.
 
“Let me put my mouth on you. Make it real good for you.” Katsuki purrs, placing
open mouth kisses closer and closer to where Izuku’s pussy throbs.
 
“ Please , Kacchan.” Izuku begs, voice going a few octaves lower as he looks
down at him and  oh  does he love that view.
 
“Well since you asked so nicely…” Katsuki teases with a wink before taking a
labia between his lips.
 
Izuku moans wantonly as he teases between the inner and outer lips using only
the tip of his tongue. He licks a broad stripe over his mound before teasing
just under the clit, flicking and sucking until Izuku is trying desperately to
grind against his face. Katsuki chuckles, pulling Izuku’s up to wrap around his
shoulders so he could have better access to the whole of that pretty little
cunt.
 
“Kaaa-achan.” Izuku moans out, breath hitching as Katsuki returns to his
teasing zig-zags with the tip of his tongue. He teases Izuku’s entrance,
pushing in for only the barest of moments before pulling back to lick a few
more broad stripes again.
 
“O-Oh, Kacchan, don’t—don’t stop.” Izuku whines, voice breaking as he straddles
the line of orgasm.
 
“You’re close, aren’t you? Go on, cum for me, Deku. Make it all the more better
for me when I fuck you into the table.” Katsuki purrs, sucking on his clit just
once before returning to his alternating zig-zags and broad strokes rhythm.
 
Izuku cums with a small whimper, slick gushing to cover Katsuki’s face, and
damn  is he enjoying every second of having his face buried between these legs.
A shame it has to end so suddenly.
 
Katsuki rises to stand with one last stroke to lap up some of the remaining
slick. He licks his lips slowly to watch Izuku’s eyes trail after the motion
drunkenly.
 
“God you’re hot.” Izuku pants out, pulling him down into a sloppy and hot kiss
without a care in the world for the taste of himself on Katsuki’s lips.  Shit
this was much hotter than when he licked his own slick off of Katsuki’s fingers
last round. Katsuki moans into the kiss, pulling roughly on Izuku’s curls to
pry him off his lips.
 
“Let’s get this shit challenge over with. Think I’ve spoiled you enough.”
Katsuki says huskily, pushing Izuku to lie on his back so he could strap him
into the provided restraints. He tugs once on the straps to make sure they’re
tight before hopping onto the table straddle Izuku’s lower stomach. He looks
over the tools on the side table, picking up what appears to be a camping knife
.
 
“There’s nothing here to collect the blood in to measure it, so I’m assuming I
just have to make enough cuts before the buzzer sounds.” Katsuki states,
teasing the tip of the blade against Izuku’s collarbone.
 
Izuku’s breath hitches as the cold metal of the blade trails over his chest,
doing nothing more than drawing abstract shapes. Katsuki looks over the canvas
of bruised skin he was supposed to mark up, stroking himself as he tries to
think of how the safest way to complete the challenge. He keeps the pace of his
hand slow and teasing, putting the display on for Izuku more so than for his
own pleasure.
 
They want to get through the challenge as fast as they can, but Izuku needs to
live  obviously , so the neck was out of the question. No way around that. He
could probably get away with bleeding the wrists so long as he kept the cuts
smaller in size and put some marks on Izuku’s stomach. It’s not the greatest
solution, but it’s the best he can do in their situation.
 
“You look like a painting I personally made, Deku. And you know what every
painting needs?” Katsuki asks, leaning over so their faces were only a breath
apart.
 
Izuku shakes his head, but his gaze doesn’t leave Katsuki’s lips for a second.
 
Good.
 
Katsuki pulls back minutely with a smirk, twirling the blade around in his
right hand. “All paintings need a signature.”
 
Izuku’s eyes widen at the implication, breath hitching as Katsuki shuffles
further down his body so Izuku’s stomach was fully exposed. Katsuki splays his
free hand over the muscle of Izuku’s stomach, teasing his fingertips over the
skin before bringing the knife up to the skin. He takes in a deep breath before
slowly pushing the blade into his stomach far enough that it would bleed well.
Izuku hisses as Katsuki draws the first mark for the “K” but doesn’t voice any
other complaints. He even draws his stomach in to make it easier for him to
work, the considerate fuck.
 
Katsuki finishes off his initials with relative ease. He sits back to watch the
blood drip from where the cuts lie and fights a strong urge to lick them clean.
That was weird, right? Right...Fuck it, who cares? They’re already fucked to
hell and back and probably never going to talk about this again, so why not let
loose?
 
Katsuki runs his tongue over both letters, humming against Izuku’s stomach as
he hisses and squirms in both pain and pleasure. Izuku whimpers for more, and
Katsuki is eager to give it to him. He cuts his pre-planned slits into Izuku’s
forearms, groaning as he licks the fresh blood that spills from one of them.
 
“M-Mark me more, Kacchan. Please. W-Want everyone to know I’m yours.” Izuku
whines, back arching as Katsuki moves to lavish his nipples with his bloody
teeth. Katsuki glances up at him with hooded eyes, smirking as he moves up his
torso to bite with all his force into his left shoulder, moaning as the sweet,
metallic taste of  Izuku  fills his mouth and dances across his tongue.
 
Fuck  that’s it, he can’t take being the only one doing anything. He wants to
see Izuku go  wild,  wants him to mark up his back so he’s got red welts for
days.
 
Katsuki rips off the restraints of Izuku’s wrist and ankles, manhandling him
until he has the nerd sitting nice and pretty in his lap. He shoves Izuku’s
back down onto the table, wrapping those strong legs around his waist.
 
Katsuki fucks into him with one thrust, tired of playing the waiting game. He
wants Izuku, and he wants Izuku  now .
 
“C’mon, Deku. Fuck up my back, baby.” Katsuki rasps, pounding into him
relentlessly. The warmth of blood on his stomach from Katsuki’s initials makes
him painfully hard.
 
“N-Never thought I’d hear you call me that.” Izuku replies with a moan as he
digs his fingernails into Katsuki’s shoulder blades. “I like it.”
 
“You  like  it?” Katsuki teases as licks the shell of Izuku’s ear down to
nibble on his earlobe. The lewd, sloppy sounds from the blood between their
bodies and the blood dripping down his back mixed with Izuku’s slick echoes in
the room, further spurring Katsuki into moving faster.
 
Fuck  all he needs is more of Izuku’s whines and mewls, and he’s set for jack
off material for life.
 
“I l-love it, Kacchan—mmm harder,  harder !” Izuku moans, legs curling tighter
around Katsuki’s waist as his fingers dig harder into his shoulder blades.
Katsuki obliges the request, thrusting hard enough to rattle the heavy metal
table.
 
“C-C’mon, Kacchan. Fill me up with your cum.” Izuku begs, biting into where
Katsuki’s neck becomes his shoulder, and he’s cumming hard inside Izuku.
 
His vision threatens to give out as ecstasy overflows his system, but he
doesn’t stop moving—not until Izuku’s cum a second time. Izuku’s not long to
follow, moaning and whimpering as he gets fucked through Katsuki’s orgasm. He
plasters their mouths together in a sloppy kiss that Izuku could care less
tastes coppery and metallic from his blood. He’s moaning and clenching around
Katsuki’s cock for the second time that day, and that’s not including how
amazing the other two orgasms have been.
 
Katsuki looks down at Izuku with a soft smile before they both suddenly
collapse. When consciousness returns to them, he’s greeted by the sight of
Izuku beneath him as they’d left off, but all his fresh purple bruises have
yellowed out. The table that previously held all the sharp tools is now gone.
How long have they been out?
 
“Stage clear. Proceed to the showers for clean up.”
 
Katsuki looks around the room for any sign of how much time has passed but
finds none.  Goddammit.
 
He rolls off of Izuku and makes way to collect their clothes, dropping them in
the corner of the shower room as he turns on the spray. Izuku joins him shortly
after, scraping off the blood together in silence. Katsuki watches as the dried
blood washes away to reveal what should be fresh cuts already scarred over.
 
What the hell…
 
“I don’t think we’ve been out for that long. You still have the bruises I left
today, yet your other cuts have scarred. I think whoever’s doing this has
someone working for them that has a healing quirk.” Katsuki remarks, examining
Izuku’s forearm for a few moments before dropping it.
 
“How did they manage to heal us so fast? It didn’t feel like when I’m normally
out in the hospital…” Izuku trails off when he’s given a harsh glare for
mentioning all of his Recovery Girl trips.
 
“I noticed a patch of your neck that didn’t bruise like the rest of your neck
did. It’s too perfectly shaped to be a coincidence. I think whatever that spot
is holds the answer to how they can control our consciousness, count how much
blood you lost,  and  stop our quirks.” Katsuki replies, tapping the spot twice
to drive home his point.
 
Izuku rubs over the spot with his hand to see if he can feel anything. “I think
you’re right, but I can’t see one on you. They did a pretty good job at hiding
it.”
 
“Let’s scour this fucking shithole like we planned. We don’t have all day.”
Katsuki says with a shrug, sending Izuku to comb over the other half of the
shower. To their disappointment, they find nothing.
 
“Well, fuck.” Katsuki curses as he finally turns off the spray of water and
dries himself off with the towel as best he can before stepping back into his
clothes. Izuku follows suit, zipping his jumpsuit up as door of to their left
opens. It doesn’t appear to look like an exit door from the last challenge, but
the other exit had apparently closed off to open this one.
 
They share a look, deciding to head through it together. The room is fairly
small inside with a table in the middle. There’s two chair sat at the little
wooden dining area that only rises about waist high, and in the middle is what
looks like a steak and potatoes meal with a glass of water. In front of the
plate sits a decorative card addressed to Katsuki. He snatches it from where it
sits, reading it over quickly:
 
Please feed this meal to our lovely Midoriya. We want him to stay awake to
enjoy the games. But before he eats, you need to add something special to the
food, Bakugou.
 
If Midoriya doesn’t eat, or if you don’t provide your cum, we’ll kill the
little brown haired cutie. It’d be such a shame, don’t you think?
 
Choose wisely.
 
Katsuki crumples the note in his hand, wishing to god he had his quirk so he
could blow it to smithereens.
 
So that was why the damn bastards only wanted him to cum once during the trial.
 
“You—You have to—” Izuku begins, clamping his mouth shut when a growl slips
through Katsuki’s lips.
 
“I know, shitty Deku. Sit down and start drinking from that glass of water.” He
instructs, tossing the note off to the side and staring down at the meal.
 
Izuku complies, taking a chair before piping up again. “If you put in in the
mashed potatoes it’ll be easier that way. Mix it in and save a bit to smear as
a really thin layer on the meat.”
 
Katsuki nods as he drags his hands over his face. This was fucking
embarrassing  and definitely  not  how he wanted Izuku eating his cum.
 
He closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and let’s it out as he counts down
from ten. He casts a glance over to Izuku once before pulling his pants down
far enough to pull himself in. Izuku watches intently as Katsuki begins a slow
and languid pace to work himself up. Thoughts of having Izuku ride his cock
like a porn star and fucking him hard doggy style into the mattress filter
through his mind. He’s half hard by the time a hand on his wrist stops him from
moving further.
 
“K-Kacchan, can I…” Izuku trails off, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth
in anticipation. The request catches him off-guard, but he nods his affirmative
as soon as his mind can wrap the idea of Izuku  wanting  to jack him off to cum
on the food he was about to eat.
 
Jesus fuck.
 
Izuku strokes him hard and fast, the stark change in pace nearly making him
collapse as more blood fills his cock. Katsuki grips the edge of the table with
restrained moans as Izuku adds a twist to his motions and swipes his thumb over
the head of his cock.
 
“I-I want to taste you, Kacchan.” Izuku whines, and Katsuki’s  gone , every
filthy image he’s gotten off to of Izuku on his knees, choking on his cock,
could never compare to what hearing  this sentence  and what it entails does to
him.
 
Izuku strokes him through his orgasm, making sure the cum lands where it needs
to be according to their plan. Katsuki relaxes his grip on the table when the
last of the pleasure dies down and takes a step away from the table to catch
his breath. He tucks himself back in as Izuku licks off the mess that landed on
his hand instead of the plate and  holy shit is that hot.
 
Katsuki takes the seat across from him at the table and rests his head in his
hands as Izuku smears the cum over the top of his steak and mixes the mashed
potatoes together.
 
“This was never how I pictured I’d be eating your cum for the first time.”
Izuku says absently before popping a spoonful of the meal into his mouth.

Katsuki barks a laugh at the absurdity of their situation combined with how
easily Izuku had said such a raunchy statement without devolving into a
blushing mess. What fucking rabbit hole did he fall down and crack his open in
to end up  here ?
Chapter End Notes
     If you're wondering what the knife Katsuki uses looks like, here's
     the link to it: https://www.knife-depot.com/knife-339235.html
***** drowning *****
Chapter Summary
     Katsuki gets some reassurance from a friend, but it does little to
     quell the conflicting emotions and doubts he has about what he's
     doing.
Chapter Notes
     There's only 2 challenges left after this round, and they're going to
     be intense. Like, REALLY intense. Katsuki's damn near at his breaking
     point.
     This chapter is shorter than the others, but it's an important turn
     in the story. Enjoy!
     Chapter Warnings: drowning, choking, doggy style, collar and leash
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Katsuki doesn’t bother acknowledging the rest of the group when they return to
the main room. Most of them won’t look his way anyway, whether in fear or
embarrassment—he doesn’t really care. They all flock to Izuku as per
fuckingusual, so there was no point in trying to break ice.
 
Besides, they all wanted consoling. They all wanted to be told it was okay. If
they asked Izuku, maybe they could believe it, but if they came to ask him…
 
He’s not really sure what he’d say. He’s not even sure they’ll make it out of
this alive.
 
Katsuki glances over at where Izuku’s going on about something or other with
all the rest of the remaining class, except for—
 
“Bakugou-kun? Are you alright?” Uraraka asks, arms nervously clasped around her
stomach.
 
I don’t need your fucking pity.
 
“What’s it to you?” Katsuki sneers, glaring up at her from where his head rests
on his knees. He's not sure what about his aura is radiating "come fucking talk
to me", but he wants to get rid of it. Permanently.
 
Much to his irritation, she takes a seat next to him; he doesn’t shift away
from her, however. That’d be the equivalent of running away, and he’s already
done too much running in his life.
 
“Everyone’s worried about you too, y’know.” She says, as if he fucking
cares what the rest of the class thinks about him. He was doing his part in
playing this fucked up game to keep everyone safe, wasn't that enough?
 
“Not my fucking problem.” He growls out.
 
Uraraka huffs in indignation, but she doesn’t move from her spot. Why
the fuck does everyone see him as some pitiful creature that needs to be
handled with the utmost care at all times? As if he's some fragile broken shit?
 
Fucking leave already.
 
“We’re here for you, okay? We might not know everything that’s happening in
those rooms, but you’re as much a victim here as we all are.” She says,
glancing over at him before finally standing.
 
Thank fuck she was leaving.
 
“The round’s going to start soon. Are you going to be okay?” Uraraka asks,
offering a hand to help him stand up that Katsuki bats it away. He can get up
by himself, thank you very much.
 
“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that we fulfill these fucking
challenges and get the fuck out of here. Drop it.” Katsuki hisses, glaring at
her as he heads for the white line when the group is called to attention. He
can feel her eyes boring holes into where he stands, but he doesn’t look her
way: not before he calls Izuku’s name, and not after. He certainly doesn't
think about the way her consoling words still rattle around in his brain
even after the stupid white doors close behind them.
 
You're as much a victim here as anyone else.
 
Then why doesn't he feel like the big bad wolf of this story?
 
“What were you and Uraraka-san, talking about? I-If you don’t mind me asking,
that is.” Izuku questions, face flushing as he rubs the back of his neck. He
shuffles in place, gaze flicking between the door and the floor but vehemently
avoiding Katsuki's.
 
“I do mind, and it’s none of your fucking business.” Katsuki dismisses with a
level glare, shaking his head as Izuku’s eyes finally snap to him to search for
some sort of answer to his question that Katsuki sure as fuck wasn’t going to
provide. What they talked about didn’t fucking matter right now. If he really
wanted to know, he could go ask her after this shit show round was done.
 
Izuku sighs and, thankfully, doesn’t press the issue any further. His face
pales when he reads the instructions for them on the wall. Katsuki would
snicker at the 180 in expression if he wasn’t quickly following on his heels.
His gaze bounces between the writing and the tank in the center of the room.

Stage 3: Drowning
 
Times: Once
 
Method: Rough

“D-Drowning?!” Izuku squeaks, eyes widening to the point of near comedy.
 
Those fucking eyes.
 
The longer they stand around letting that awful sinking feeling rest in their
guts, the worse he was going to feel about what he has to do.
 
“Let’s go, Deku. The more time we waste by doing nothing the more likely it is
they’ll kill one of our classmates.” Katsuki soothes with a low growl, worry
starting to fill his chest.
 
The more likely it is they’ll kill you.
 
“R-Right. I trust you, Kacchan.” Izuku shakily smiles at him as he crowds his
space, pushing against Katsuki’s chest until his back smacked against the wall.
Katsuki’s breath hitches as if Izuku had just plunged a blade into his ribcage;
on one hand, Izuku taking control was kind ofhot. On the other…
 
I trust you, Kacchan.
 
He hadn’t done anything to deserve those words. Ever. And hearing them now made
him all the more aware of the mistakes he’s made. Izuku’s kindness and
forgiveness is slowly bleeding the life out of him.
 
Katsuki grabs Deku’s face with both his hands, smashing their lips together
none too gently. He can’t handle looking at those damn green eyes shining with
fearful tears that threaten to fall anymore. If he does, he knows he won’t be
able to hold onto the resolve to complete the challenge. Lord knows he was
barely holding it together as it is.
 
Izuku sinks into the kiss, tongue eagerly flicking against Katsuki’s lips to
beg for entrance that’s readily given to him. Katsuki moans as Izuku explores
his mouth like a starving man. His hands roam over Izuku’s body, prodding
around for the zipper of his jumpsuit to pull it down. They take their time
undressing each other, stopping every so often to drink in the sight of all the
exposed skin.
 
Katsuki will still never be over how Izuku somehow managed to go from limp
noodle to stacked god, but damn if he isn’t grateful for however that happened.
Sneaking peaks in the changing room was nowhere nearas satisfying as being able
to run his fingertips over the firm muscles of Izuku’s arms.
 
Izuku pulls Katsuki in so their bare chests are pressed flush together, but he
doesn’t move to kiss him or mark him. Instead, he envelopes Katsuki in a silent
embrace and buries his curly green hair under Katsuki’s chin.
 
And Katsuki lets him.
 
He knows that the hug isn’t for calming the storm inside of Izuku, but for
calming the storm inside himself. He hates the fact that Izuku knows him well
enough to know both exactly what he’s feeling and how to ease those feelings,
but he can’t bring himself to be angry at the other no matter how hard he
tries.
 
Katsuki doesn’t move his arms from where they rest against Izuku’s upper arms,
instead choosing to lean his head further down so he could bury his nose in the
soft hair that smells overwhelmingly like the green apple shampoo provided in
the shower room. They stand together in silence for a few more moments before
Izuku moves from his spot to silently beg for a kiss that Katsuki provides.
 
It’s slow at first, just a brief press of lips that gradually gets heated once
more. Katsuki buries his fingers in Izuku’s hair to roughly tug his face this
way and that so he could find and catalogue all the perfect angles for getting
the sounds he wants out of him. Izuku can’t seem to figure out what to do with
his hands now, roaming his fingertips along Katsuki’s sides and over his hips
before settling on grabbing two handfuls of his ass.
 
Katsuki tugs on Izuku’s lip when he breaks the kiss to catch his breath.
 
“Deku. We should—”
 
“Right. You’re right.” Izuku cuts him off in agreement, face flushing as he
glances over at some of the items provided for them to use hanging off the wall
next to them. Katsuki looks at them as well.
 
“Tell me what you want.” He says, voice uncharacteristically soft. Fuck, when
did he become so weak for making out? Or was it just Izukuthat did this to him?
 
“C-Can we use the...um…” Izuku trails off, face growing ever redder and rubbing
the back of his neck nervously. Katsuki rolls his eyes.
 
“You’re nervous now? After what we’ve alreadybeen through? Just spit it out,
Deku.” He says.
 
Izuku rolls his lip with his teeth for a bit before answering him. “T-The
collar. And leash! The collar and leash.”
 
Katsuki grunts his acknowledgement, pulling down the requested items off the
wall and running his fingers over their soft leather. He pulls Izuku closer so
he can slip the collar around his neck like a romantic comedy lead would do to
put a necklace on their romantic interest.
 
Corny.
 
“Leather suits you. Brings out your freckles.” Katsuki comments absently,
rotating the collar around until the buckle sat perfectly on Izuku’s neck. He
hooks the matching leash through the hoop in the back, tugging on it
experimentally to make sure it won’t snap off.
 
“I-I’ll have to remember that for when we get out of here.” Izuku replies with
a sigh, petting over where the smooth leather sits on his bare skin. He glances
up at Katsuki with the barest of a smirk before trailing his fingers down lower
until they’re teasing his own nipples, rolling and pinching them until they
were perky. Katsuki watches Izuku’s fingers work with hunger, finally snatching
both Izuku’s wrists to pull them away from his chest. He replaces the fingers
with his tongue, lapping and nipping until both nipples were red and
overstimulated.
 
“K-Kacchan.” Izuku gasps, legs squirming as he fights the urge to cover his
steadily growing wet cunt. Katsuki runs his fingers teasingly over his mound to
track them through the slick.
 
“Messy.” He remarks, crowding Izuku until the back of his legs hit the tank.
“Someone needs to be washed.”
 
Izuku takes the hint, climbing into the tank on his own. He holds his wrists
and ankles as still as he can so Katsuki can secure them into the shackles on
the bottom.
 
Fuck, he was really going to drown Izuku, wasn’t he?
 
Katsuki loops the leash around his wrist once before climbing in behind Izuku.
He runs his free hand over Izuku’s left flank, over his ribs, down his abs, and
across his thigh. He places open mouthed kisses and nibbles all over the
freckles that dust the skin of Izuku’s shoulders.
 
He wanted to just take a brief moment to lavish the skin of the nerd he’s
called his rival since they were children before things got intense. How
fucking sappyof him.
 
Katsuki hums against Izuku’s shoulder blade while his left hand travels between
Izuku’s legs to stroke over his mound a few times and tease his clit. Izuku
hisses, trying to look back at him over his shoulder and failing. Katsuki
chuckles, lining his already half-hard cock between Izuku’s folds so he could
rut against them.
 
He won’t admit it aloud, but he really enjoys this slow, teasing pace over
everything else they’ve done so far. He hopes that maybe after they’re free of
this hell, he can have Izuku in his dorm room like this; just the sounds
between the two of them to pierce the silence of night. Slow movements to savor
and enjoy the feeling of making love—
 
Fuck.
 
Katsuki catches the head of his cock on Izuku’s rim to tease him more,
absolutely rollingin the mewls and whines Izuku lets loose with each slow roll
of his hips. He keeps the languid pace as one hand comes down to join his cock
in teasing Izuku’s pussy while the other goes up to grip the green curls and
shove his head underwater.
 
Izuku’s hips rut against him wildly as he struggles to keep his breath and it’s
so good, fuck.
 
“Fuck, Deku.” Katsuki groans, minutely picking up the pace so he could enjoy
more of the sweet friction, even if the water of the tank seems to steal some
of it away. He releases the grip on the back of Izuku’s head, stroking his clit
a few times as a reward when he hears the gasps and gags to expel the water
that probably found its way into his lungs at the sudden drowning.
 
“Kaa—Kacchan, please.F-Fuck me.” Izuku begs, voice raspy as he looks over his
shoulder to plead.
 
FuckIzuku has such a stronghold on him now.
 
Katsuki slips away from his spot between Izuku’s folds to realign himself and
push in, moaning as the heat of Izuku’s cunt envelopes him fully. Izuku lets
out his own whine, fingers curling into a fist around the wrist shackles.
Katsuki shoves his head under the water again as he begins his thrusts, slow
and deep, marveling at the way Izuku’s pussy clenches around him to keep him
buried inside. Fuck does Katsuki love the way he catches on the rim when he’s
nearly all the way out, like his cunt was made for him to fuck, and only him.
 
Izuku gasps for air as his head breaches the surface once more, and Katsuki is
suddenly struck with the mental image of Izuku in the dorms, head thrown back
against the wall and eyes shut in pure bliss as he finger fucks himself to
thoughts of Katsuki. Moans and gasps leaving his perfect fucking lips just like
this as he cums all over his comforter.
 
Shit.
 
Katsuki tightens his grip on the leash and pulls hard, arching Izuku’s back as
he thrusts into his warmth. He moans as Izuku chokes and gasps for air,
inadvertently tightening around Katsuki’s length. Fuck the silky warmth just
feels so good. If it weren’t for this shitfest of a situation, he’d have his
dick buried between Izuku’s legs for days straight.
 
“Kaa—Kacchan.” Izuku moans, sinking back against him in a failed attempt to
fuck himself on Katsuki’s cock due to the chains holding his wrists to the
bottom of the tank.
 
“What is it, Deku? What do you want? Use your words,slut.” Katsuki commands,
leaning over so his lips were flush with Izuku’s ear.
 
“Ngh—Ka-Kacchan! F-Fuck me harder!” Izuku nearly shouts, fingers desperately
trying to grip the smooth floor of the tank for some stability.
 
Katsuki mouths at the collar on Izuku’s neck, dragging his teeth teasingly
around the skin that brushes the accessory. He snaps his hips harder and faster
as requested, panting and groaning into Izuku’s ear with each motion.
 
“K-Kacchan, I’m—Im clo—oh! Right there, right there, right there, right there,
Kacchan!” Izuku shrieks as Katsuki abuses that blissful spot inside him, cock
brushing against it just right. He cums with a cut off mix of a whimper and a
moan, bucking back against Katsuki’s groin as pleasure wracks his body and
threatens to upheave what little strength he still has left in his arms to keep
himself up.
 
Katsuki growls as he kicks up the pace again, using Izuku’s cunt as if it was a
toy made specifically for him. He tosses the leash off to the side and grabs
Izuku’s hair roughly, shoving his face further into the tank as he fucks into
him. He's so close to the edge all it'll take is a few more thrusts.
 
Katsuki tightens his grip on Izuku's hip and moves his other hand from Izuku's
hair to his neck to choke him under the water. Izuku's body clenches tightly
around him as the boy fights for air, and Katsuki is cumming harder than he
ever has before. His vision is white with pure ecstasy as he fills Izuku's cunt
with his cum, grinding in a few more times to milk the last drops of pleasure
from himself.
 
Izuku's head finally surfaces from the water, gasping for breath and coughing
out water from his lungs. He looks absolutely wrecked from his treatment
throughout all the stages so far; bruises and cuts litter his body like a
painting, teeth marks and hickeys dust his skin like accents, and Katsuki's
never seen him look more beautiful than now. Not that he'd ever admit that out
loud.
 
"Stage cleared. Please proceed to the shower area."
 
Izuku breathes a sigh of relief as the restraints release him automatically.
Katsuki, in a moment of what he can only describe as post-coital stupidity,
helps Izuku make his way to the showers. He gets the spray to a warm
temperature and helps wash away the cum now leaking from his cunt. Izuku
doesn't say a word through it all, but he does lean into each touch of
Katsuki's hands. He switches the water off and dries Izuku's body thoroughly
with the provided towel.
 
"Do you need help getting dressed or can you do it yourself?"
 
"Why are you doing this, Kacchan?" Izuku asks quietly, wrapping his arms around
his shoulders to try and retain some of his body heat as he stands naked. The
words are spoken so softly, as if he was afraid if he spoke up he’d break
Katsuki.
 
For what it’s worth; he failed. The words had already sank into Katsuki’s gut
the second they were said.
 
Why are you doing this?
 
"You're the one that fucking volunteered for—"
 
"Not...Not that. I meant...this ." Izuku says while gesturing to himself.
"Taking care of me afterwards. Being so... not you. Why?"
 
Not acting like me? Because I nearly drowned you this round. Because I nearly
bleed you out last round. Because I had to dislocate your shoulders and choke
you the round before that. Because I have to use you in such a horrible way in
order to save everyone here. Because I hate you with every fiber of my being,
but you still don't deserve to have to go through this. Because maybe I’m
starting to realise the first half of that last sentence was a lie this whole
time. Because maybe the puppy crush I have on you runs deeper than I thought.
Because maybe I don’t want to be the one responsible for breaking you anymore.
Because maybe I actually lo—
 
"I don't know."
 
Izuku eyes him wearily before tossing a small smile his way. "I can get dressed
from here. I need some time alone."
 
Katsuki nods his agreement and walks out of the room before he opens his mouth
to make the situation any worse than it needs to be. He leans against the wall
next to the shower exit to catch his breath. They've gone through three trials
so far, which means there's only two left according to the counter on the
monitor. But if drowning someone wasn't the final test, what was? Would he
actually have to killIzuku?
 
No, he wasn’t going to let it get that far. Not while he could still help it.
 
Katsuki roughly grabs Izuku’s shoulder as he passes through the exit, slamming
his back against the wall. He throws his right hand as close to the green curls
as he can get to box him in. Pain shoots through his arm as the blowback from
cracking whatever coated the wall cuts his palm up. Izuku looks up at him with
baited breath, but no fear lies in his eyes.
 
Not since he got that stupid fuckingquirk.
 
The idle chatter in the room from the rest of the group falls deathly quiet,
all eyes turning towards where the pair stand. He doesn’t care. They don’t
matter.
 
“Deku, Izuku, I—” Katsuki chokes on the words as the hang on his tongue,
instinct clawing at him to bite them back and sink back into whatever survival
routine they had been going through.
 
His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, barely above a whisper so the
prying group of girls don’t overhear what was for Izuku’s ears only. After all,
he was the only one that’d been subjected to this—his—torture. His stomach
lurches at the thought of what might lie in wait for them next round.
 
“I can’t do this anymore.”
Chapter End Notes
     Very small note for the next chapter: Katsuki is about to discover
     the joys of being pegged.
***** the hanging gallows *****
Chapter Summary
     Katsuki is breaking and makes questionable choices because of it. He
     also gets pegged.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for such a long wait my lovelies! October is always such an
     incredibly busy month for me since I work on a very big haunted house
     to run every Halloween. This is my fourth year running it, and I want
     to make sure it's good, so I'm pretty everywhere.
     I'm also working on a special Halloween fic surprise and a Hanahaki
     au that's canon compliant, as well as my Tokyo Ghoul au fic, and it's
     a bit hard for me to balance it all, but I'm getting there haha
     ANYWAYS, enjoy ;)
     Chapter Warnings: mutual masturbation, mentions of public
     masturbation, pegging, choking, hanging, and physical violence (not
     in the sexy way)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Izuku’s eyes go wide at the admission that leaves Katsuki’s lips, and he grits
his teeth together. Why the  fuck  was he so weak? Why was  he,  the kid
destined to be the Number One Hero, the kid born with a fucking amazing
quirk—too weak to continue with the arrangement they’d agreed on?  Why?
 
“K-Kacchan. What—What are you—”
 
Izuku doesn’t get to finish his sentence, cut off by the cold tone of the
announcer calling them for line-up once more. Katsuki silently shoves his hands
in his pockets, refusing to look up from where his eyes stay plastered to the
floor, even as he calls Izuku’s name for the challenge. Only once the doors of
the challenge room have closed behind them does he actually glance at the
other.
 
Izuku’s eyes have been burning holes into him since his admission, making him
feel all the more worse.
 
“Kacchan, what—I don’t—”
 
“I said I can’t do this anymore, Deku! I can’t keep  using  and  breaking  you
like this!” Katsuki snaps, finally raising his head to level the other with a
threatening glare. Izuku wisely snaps his mouth shut to let him continue
uninterrupted. “I’ve been shit to you since we were kids, and if we weren’t
here, I still probably  would  be shit to you—but  this …it’s not what I
wanted.  Ever.  I can’t take it anymore, Izuku. I don’t want you to  die. ”
 
Somewhere along his tirade, tears had started spilling down his face.
 
Weak.
 
“Kacchan— Katsuki— you—I—” Izuku stammers out, unsure how to address the man
before him.
 
Spit it out already, you damn nerd.
 
“What does that  mean ?” He finally manages to ask, hands clenching at his
sides as they no doubt fight the urge to be placed on his shaking shoulders.
 
Weak.
 
Katsuki levels him with a resolved glare before answering. “It means from here
on out, things are under your control. Challenge wise.”
 
“K-Kacchan, we don’t know if that’s within the rules or not!” Izuku argues,
hands breaking from their self-imposed imprisonment to finally clasp Katsuki’s
shoulders in a death-like grip. “It’s too dangerous! Let’s just—”
 
His words abruptly cut off when Katsuki growls, eyes flaring up in anger. He
was offering this nerd a way out, and  he wasn’t taking it.  Did he  still
think he was that much  better  than him?
 
“I don’t give a shit about your stupid martyr complex!” Katsuki shouts,
grabbing the wrists of the hands on his shoulders and prying them off. “I’ll
give you orders, and you carry them out. We satisfy the challenge’s
requirements without—”
 
Without making me do something I can’t.
 
Weak.
 
Izuku gapes at him for a few silent moments, and Katsuki half expects him to
start arguing again. But the rebuttal never comes.
 
“Okay. We can—We can do it that way.” Izuku finally relents with a nod and a
shaking exhale.
 
Katsuki lets out a restrained growl and says nothing more. He’s glad he
finally  got through that nerd’s thick skull for once in his goddamn life.
Katsuki keeps his gaze level with Izuku’s, refusing to be the first to look
away from—fuck those stupid  fucking  bright green eyes and their small flecks
of blue scattered throughout the iris.
 
Izuku closes his eyes and sighs in defeat, arms coming up to cross over his
chest. Katsuki finally looks away from him to scan the room and read the
challenge set out for them. They’d been so wrapped in their emotions they
hadn’t even fucking  bothered  to see what the challenge would be.
 
Round Four: Hanging
 
Method: Rough
 
Required Times: Twice
 
“Do I...I-I mean, do  you— ” Izuku begins, mouth snapping shut when Katsuki’s
eyes land on him again, this time lit up bright with anger.
 
“Shut  up,  shitty Deku!” Katsuki seethes, gritting his teeth together in a
snarl. “ Obviously  that’s an imitation hanging gallow, and  obviously  that’s
a noose attached to it. If they really wanted us to kill each other, they’d
raise the height of the rope and have us stand on a platform so it could be
kicked out from beneath our feet! It’s fucked up and shit, but it  isn’t  meant
to kill us, so shut the fuck up and let me  think goddamn it. ”
 
Izuku is stunned into silence, mouth opening and closing to form words that
refuse to come out now matter how much he seems to try.
 
Whoever these fuckers are obviously get their rocks off to my enjoyment, so
maybe if I just—
 
“Oi, assholes! I want my ass fucked, think you can help me out?” He shouts to
the ceiling, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for some sort of
response.
 
“K-Kacchan! You can’t just yell that out and not expect some form of
ramification—”
 
Katsuki isn’t surprised in the slightest when his senses cut out temporarily
and the wall is now adorned with different shapes and sizes of strap-ons. He
grabs a black leather harness, an emerald green dildo, and a shiny black
vibrator from where they rest presented to them on the wall. Katsuki sets the
items aside to return to where Izuku stands, palpable anger rolling off him in
strong waves.
 
Good.  If Deku’s feeling angry, that means he hasn’t shut down from all this
fucking torture.  He hasn’t broken yet.
 
And he hopes it stays that way.
 
“Kacchan, I agreed to do things your way like you asked, but I need  some  sort
of warning before you try to pull off something like that! You might have
gotten the materials needed to peg you, b-but we don’t know what’s going to
happen after we step outside of this room! One of our classmates could be
killed  for this!” Izuku frets, letting out a sneer of his own.
 
Katsuki’s never  seen  such intense anger from the other, and he’d be lying if
he said it  didn’t  send a thrill up his spine.
 
“These fucked up assholes want to watch me get my rocks off using you, and if
using you means forcing you to fuck my ass until it’s a gaping mess, they’ll
bend over backwards to comply as long as it fills the challenge!” He yells
back, hands clenching at his sides.
 
It’s a stretch, and he knows it. If there was one thing he knew for certain,
it’s that he  didn’t  know if what he did in a moment of impulse would have
deadly repercussions. Fuck,  what was he thinking?  Just how fucking gone  is
he?
 
“We don’t know that, Kacchan! We  still  don’t know why they’re doing this
beyond that they like watching us have sex. You  can’t  keep making irrational
decisions like that without talking to me first.” Izuku yells, voice cracking
as the built-up tears finally stream down his cheeks. “Talk to me for once,
Kacchan.”
 
Katsuki wants to pretend his irritation didn’t dissipate as if Izuku threw a
bucket of cold water on him. He wants to pretend the crack in Izuku’s voice
doesn’t feel like a switchblade to his ribcage. He wants to pretend  so badly
that everything was going to be okay.
 
But Izuku was right—he’d fucked up—yet, his pride reels at the thought of
admitting he was  wrong.
 
Katsuki opens his mouth to say something— anything,  but the crinkling of thick
paper in the front pocket of his pants that wasn’t there before catches him
off-guard. He looks up at Izuku, anger apparently dried up with the discovery
as well. Izuku nods, and Katsuki pulls out the crumpled note to read aloud.
 
You’ve put on quite the show for us so far, so we’ll give you this one request
without punishment to your little friends. However, every further request will
result in consequences, so use this one wisely.
 
xoxo
 
“This note seems a lot more personal than the one left on the meal I had to eat
earlier.” Izuku notes, coaxing the paper from Katsuki’s fingers to run his own
fingertips over the ink of the printed slip.
 
Katsuki rolls his eyes but comes to the same conclusion. The note probably
wouldn’t be useful to figure out who’s forced them to do this, but it was a
start at least. A very,  very  small one.
 
“I have to manage to orgasm twice, but I know neither of us will last two
rounds in that thing.” Katsuki runs with the opportunity to change the topic,
pointing towards the hanging machine in the center of the room.
 
“What should we do for the first orgasm instead?” Izuku replies, seemingly just
as eager to move past the anger of earlier.
 
Many possibilities run through his mind:  Ride me until your thighs give out,
Deku. Sit on my face and grind your clit on my nose until my mouth tastes like
nothing but  you  for days.
 
They all sound good and  amazing,  but not what he wants right now. Right now,
he wants—
 
“I want to watch you touch yourself, Deku.” Katsuki whispers. “I want to watch
your hands roam yourself as if we weren’t trapped here.”
 
Izuku takes in a sharp breath and nods, sliding his hands over the zipper of
his suit to quickly discard it. Katsuki follows similarly until they’re bare
together once more.
 
Why do they even  bother  getting redressed if they’re just going to strip it
all off less than ten minutes later? While time saving, the idea sends a flare
of irrational, possessive jealousy at the thought of Izuku walking out with
everything on display for the girls to gawk at. It’s not like they the girls
haven’t  been forced to watch on a screen the whole time, and it’s not like
they’re  dating  or anything—so  why  then, did the thought of Izuku showing
off his body to someone else make him see red?
 
“Kacchan? Come back to me.” Izuku calls out to him, placing a grounding hand
against his cheek. It’s solid, firm, and enough to ground him for another round
of hell.
 
Katsuki kisses Izuku’s wrists as he backs him into a corner so that only  he
could see Izuku touch himself, lingering jealousy too much to shake off. They’d
all just have to be happy with his clawed up back for now.
 
Izuku starts with slow, teasing brushes of his fingertips over his stomach and
down his flank, dipping lower towards his inner thighs as he spreads his legs
wide. Katsuki wants to say he wasn’t eager to get a good look at Izuku’s cunt,
but it’d be a boldface  lie.  Izuku’s pussy was already fluttering and eager to
be filled again.  Fuck  he wanted to lick and touch until that pussy was
squirting all over him.
 
Fuck fuck fuck.
 
Izuku whimpers as he slides his one hand over his chest to tease his nipples
with gentle brushes of fingertips and the barest of fingernails while the other
glides over his stomach to tease his pubic hair. He pets over his mound and
frames his lips with two fingers specifically to tease an eagerly awaiting
Katsuki, rolling a nipple in his fingers all the while.
 
“Tell me what you think about when you play with yourself.” Katsuki says,
gripping himself at his base before beginning a very slow and languid pace for
himself.
 
“Ka-Kacchan, I already told you earlier.” Izuku whines, slow grinding his index
finger over his clit as his hips buck into his touch.
 
“You did, and I want  more.  I want to know every dirty fantasy you’ve had
about me in explicit fucking detail.” Katsuki replies, swiping his thumb over
the head of his cock as he watches Izuku’s fingers work.
 
“W-Well, they’re different depending on where—” Izuku covers his flushing face
with the hand not teasing his lips when he realises his mistake, motions of his
fingers in his cunt stopping momentarily before picking back up again.
 
Katsuki isn’t willing to let the slip up slide, however.
 
“ Where?  You telling me you get off in places  other  than just your room?” He
asks, slowly crawling further on his hands and knees until his face was only a
few inches away from Izuku’s. Katsuki takes himself in hand and strokes
languidly, sighing in satisfaction at the beautiful friction and the hungry way
Izuku’s eyes track his movements like a hawk.
 
“M-Maybe?” Izuku replies, biting his lip as he drags two fingers through his
slick to spread across his outer lips until they were a sticky and shiny mess.
 
“No, “maybe” isn’t the correct answer. Answer me truthfully this time and tell
me where your favorite spots to jack off are.” Katsuki demands, swiping his
thumb over the head of his cock as the thought of Izuku possibly touching
himself to him while sitting  right behind him  in class filters through his
mind and sends a thrill of dirty pleasure through him.
 
“A-Ah, well—the warmth of the showers are a really n-nice place to play with
myself. E-Especially in the locker rooms after hero courses. The fresh image of
your hero costume and watching you in action— mphf!— plus the detachable shower
heads can get me off at least twice before the time I’m in there gets
suspicious.” Izuku pants, speeding up the circles he ground into his clit and
applying more pressure as if to mimic how the water hits him.
 
“Is that all?” Katsuki asks, curiosity eating him alive. After all the kinky
shit Izuku’s already admitted to being into, there’s nofuckingway he
hasn’ttried to pull riskier shit.
 
“T-There’s been times when I’ve left class to g-get off— Kacchan! ” Izuku
whines as he teases more fingers against his hole to cover them in his slick
once more. “The bathroom stalls are okay for immediate release, b-but they’re
too cold for me to e-enjoy it. I prefer t-to find a storage closet and take my
t-time.”
 
Katsuki hums as he speeds up his hand, twisting his palm just slightly as he
does so.
 
“Something tells me that’s not all.” He purrs, looking down at Izuku’s pretty
little flushed and wrecked face to watch as he spills every dirty thing he’s
done.
 
“T-There was this one time in the communal room. I had the perfect view of your
back playing Monopoly with Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and K-Kaminari. Your
shoulders— god  your shoulders—you kept unconsciously rolling and flexing them,
and I couldn’t help myself.” Izuku finally pushes those two fingers in, and
fuck  the way his pussy was practically swallowing them and  begging  for more
was getting him hard  fast.
 
“Mmmm so you stuck your hands down your pants and played with yourself just
like you’re doing now?” Katsuki supplies, bringing his other hand down to tease
his balls.
 
Izuku inhales sharply as he flicks his wrist inside himself, slowly pumping his
fingers in and out with an accompanying lewd squelch. “Y-Yeah. I—I was reading
over one of our textbooks at the time, s-so it was easy to cover my lap from
anyone that might look my way. I m-made sure to go slow too.”
 
Katsuki chuckles darkly. “To savor or to not get caught?”

“B-Both.”
 
“You know what I think, Deku?” He purrs, speeding up his hand and swiping his
thumb to gather some of the pre-come to spread down his shaft. “I think you
wanted  to be caught, you kinky little shit, and I think you wanted to be
caught  by me. ”
 
“I-It might have crossed my mind?” Izuku whimpers, sliding in a third finger as
his other hand flicks his clit a few times before returning to their previous
circular motion.
 
“ Might have? ” Katsuki purrs, leaning in close to Izuku’s lips to tease a kiss
before pulling back just enough that all of Izuku’s attention would be on him.
“Tell me if this sounds about right: you stuck your hand down your pants,
teased that pretty little pussy of yours, and thought about how much you’d love
it if I looked over and noticed what you were doing. Probably even came to the
idea of me snatching your wrist away to replace those fingers with my own right
there in front of everyone.”
 
“Ka—Kacchan,  please.  Please touch me, Kacchan. I-I’m so close.” Izuku moans,
hips bucking with abandon as he finger fucks himself.
 
“Come for me then, Deku.” Katsuki replies, quickening the pace of his hand so
he could try and cum at the same time as Izuku.
 
“K-Kacchan! Fuck!” Izuku nearly shrieks, squirting for the  second  time during
this game, and the sight is absolutely  gorgeous.  It’s enough to easily push
Katsuki over the edge and he’s cumming all over his hand, some dropping to the
floor to mix with Izuku’s wetness.
 
“Fuck I love hearing you cuss.” Katsuki pants before crushing their lips
together, tongues crashing and teeth clacking in a sloppy embrace that neither
of them care about. Izuku groans into his mouth, hands coming up to wrap around
his neck and  fuck  Katsuki can feel just how drenched Izuku’s fingers are as
they occasionally brush over his skin.
 
“Yeah?” Izuku asks against his lips as he comes up for air, pushing against
Katsuki’s chest so he could make a grab for the harness and strap-on previously
discarded in favor of their argument.
 
“Fuck yeah.” Katsuki repeats, shivering in anticipation as he flips over so
he’s on all fours. It’s a bit humiliating to be in such a position, but being
pegged was  his  idea, and this was the easiest way for Izuku to use his slick
and saliva to prepare him as best he can. Katsuki winces at the idea of having
his first time being properly penetrated being with such a shit substitute for
lube, but they really didn’t have a choice in this situation, and he  certainly
wasn’t ready to go raw.
 
“Hand me the strap-on. I’m gonna suck on it while you work so it’ll be ready.”
Katsuki instructs, holding his hand out for Izuku to pass the strap-on. Izuku
follows the order, face flushed a pretty shade of pink.
 
Katsuki turns his head away so he doesn’t get distracted by Izuku’s fingers
going to his pussy again to essentially lube them up, focusing instead on his
initial task. He never really entertained the idea of sucking Izuku off while
he wore a strap-on, but now that he’s in the situation, he finds he  really
likes the idea.
 
The first prod of Izuku’s fingers against his rim comes as a minor shock, and
he pulls back a bit before relaxing so Izuku could prep him as best he could.
Katsuki lets out a shaky breath before wrapping his lips around the head of the
emerald green cock as Izuku begins pushing a finger in. Izuku’s finger feels
awkward and out of place as his body shifts to accommodate the intrusion.
 
Katsuki tongues at the length of the dildo, placing wet and sloppy kisses along
the fake vein that ran up the shaft. Behind him Izuku takes in a shaky breath
and snakes his other hand around to gently stroke Katsuki’s cock as he pushed
his finger in further. The pleasure spike from the friction is nice and
distracting as Izuku’s finger bottoms out. Katsuki groans as he acclimates,
wrapping his lips around the emerald cock once more. He takes as much as he can
as slow as he can, taking his time to make sure it’d be thoroughly coated in
saliva.
 
“Ka-Kacchan. You— fuck. ” Izuku pants, beginning the push of a second finger
into his ass.
 
Fuck  there was that dirty mouth again.
 
Katsuki moans around the dildo, pulling back to smirk over his shoulder. “Does
someone like the thought of me sucking them off?”
 
“U-Uh, I—” Izuku stammers as he pushes the second finger up to the knuckle,
slow pace on Katsuki’s cock not faltering in the slightest. “Y-Yeah. I...I like
it a lot.”
 
“Thought about it before?” Katsuki asks, sloppily running his tongue from base
to tip as he watches Izuku’s eyes track the movement.
 
“Mhmm.” Is all Izuku can reply with, biting down on his lip to keep from
getting too excited before the second round even began.
 
“You know, I always jacked off to thoughts of  you  between my legs, cock
between your lips and willed to submission as I face-fucked you, but I wouldn’t
mind having my lips on you like this instead.” Katsuki admits, kissing the head
of the dildo while Izuku chokes on his spit.
 
“I bet you want to know more about my fantasies. Don’t you, you little whore?”
He rasps, taking the strap-on into his mouth once more to bob a few times with
a moan as Izuku nods his head with a silent beg, pressing a third finger
against his entrance.
 
Katsuki hisses the third digit pushes in to join the other two scissoring him
open, mouth falling open in a silent gasp as Izuku crooks his finger just so
that it brushes against his prostate.
 
“O-Oh. Was that—Was that good, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, moving his fingers to rub
over that spot a few more times and  fuck  he’s seeing sparks in his vision
it’s  that fucking good.
 
“Yes, fuck, do it again.” Katsuki demands, popping the dildo back in his mouth
to mask his desperate pants and moans as Izuku continues to run his fingers
against his prostate over and over and  over  and—
 
“S-Stop. I’m ready, I’m ready  fuck. ”
 
God  he hates himself for stuttering, but everything just feels  so good  and
he’s  so close  but he can’t cum until they fulfill the challenge. Izuku stops
dead in his tracks, retracting the hand that had been slowly stroking him off,
and he’s a little ashamed to say he whimpered at the loss of contact.
 
“Shit.” Katsuki hisses, regretting the loss of the sensation of fullness as
Izuku’s fingers leave his ass.
 
“A-Are you still sure you want to go through with this, Kacchan? You don’t have
to.” Izuku stutters, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand he fucked up
during the Sports Festival.
 
“Shut the fuck up, shitty Deku. I said I’m doing it, so  I’m doing it.  Now
strap on that harness so I can put this cock in place and we can get this over
with.” Katsuki growls, watching as Izuku puts on the harness with a small
whimper as the inner ridges run over his sensitive folds. He clicks the green
dick in place, giving it a languid pulls to make sure it’s secure.
 
Izuku’s breath hitches. “Kacchan?”
 
Katsuki raises an eyebrow as his way of saying  get the fuck on with it.
 
“A-Are you still gonna share what you think about when you get off?” He asks,
rolling his body lip with his teeth.
 
“Eager, are we?” Katsuki teases, pulling a few more times on the strap-on to
elicit a few whimpers from the other “I made a promise, didn’t I?”
 
Izuku nods, yelping when Katsuki snakes a hand around his waist to dig his
fingertips into the firmness of his ass.
 
“What would you do if I said I thought about bending you over Half-N-Half’s
desk and fucking you until you were a begging, sniveling mess? Or if I said I
thought about fingering you while you sat on my lap in the common room so
everyone would know you were mine?” Katsuki purrs. “How ‘bout if I said I want
to watch you ride me until your thighs are shaking, and you’re teasing your
nipples with one hand while the other grinds against your clit as you beg to
cum? If I said I wanted to eat your little cunt out until my jaw was sore, and
you were overstimulated and crying?”
 
“Ka-Kacchan, please.” Izuku whimpers.
 
“Please  what,  Deku? Tell you more? Touch you?” Katsuki chuckles darkly. “Too
bad you’re getting neither of those. I’m tying this knot around my neck, and
you’re gonna take that rope and help me ride the shit out of that strap-on.”
 
Izuku whines as Katsuki leaves his space to sling the noose around his neck. It
feels odd to be hooking himself up to such a dangerous machine, even if it
couldn’t really kill him. He tugs once on the rope to make sure it was tight.
 
“Kacchan.” Izuku rasps.
 
“ What? ” He hisses, glaring back at him.
 
Izuku fumbles for words, mouth opening and closing as his thighs quiver. “A-Ah,
um—I...I’m not gonna last much longer.”
 
Katsuki watches him squirm for a few seconds just to enjoy the view. Now that
he looks again, he can see that their earlier prep work had  really  turned
Izuku on.
 
“Guess you’ll just have to push through for a third one, huh?” He teases,
beckoning Izuku him with a hand. “Get on your back, Deku.”
 
Izuku does as he’s told, easily sliding between the spread thighs so Katsuki
was straddling him.
 
Everything will be fine. Breathe, dammit.
 
Katsuki eases himself onto the strap-on until he’s bottomed out and straddling
Izuku’s hips. It feels  weird  having something so large in him, but it doesn’t
feel  bad  either. Izuku runs his hands up and down Katsuki’s thighs to comfort
him as he accustoms himself to the fullness.
 
He shifts ever so slightly, and it finally starts to feel  good.  Katsuki
starts with small bounces, barely taking the strap-on out to its halfway point
before sinking back onto it. Slow was probably best to start with, but after a
few moments he thinks he’s ready to go hard.
 
All or nothing; the  Bakugou Katsuki  way.
 
Katsuki pulls out until just the head of the fake cock is caught on the rim of
his ass before slamming down with a roll of his hips, and it’s  so good.  Izuku
gasps during the second bounce, legs twitching as they try to hold a position
good enough to support Katsuki’s motions, but it’s futile. He’s panting and
moaning and—
 
“Did you just fucking  cum again? ” Katsuki hisses, fucking himself with the
strap-on harder and deeper.
 
“Ka-Kacchan, I told you I w-was c-close. The—The ridges on the inside o-of the
harness—feel so good.  You  make me feel good.” Izuku manages to choke out,
hands still as they rest on Katsuki’s thighs.
 
Katsuki only scoffs as if the way those words were laced with lust and were
utterly  wrecked  didn’t send a wave of painful arousal through him. “Start
pulling on that fucking rope, Deku. We’ve got a challenge to complete.”
 
Izuku’s eyes go wide for a brief moment before he nods his head and bites his
cheek. “R-Right. Sorry, Kacchan.”
 
“Don’t be sorry, just fucking—”
 
Katsuki gags as the rope around his neck tightens and drags him up and away
from Izuku’s stomach. His hands mindlessly fly up to where the rope scratches
his throat, but he does little more than hold onto it.
 
Fuck  he never thought losing control to  Izuku of all people  would drive him
to the point of aching hardness, but here he was. In truth, the way he fights
to remain in control—remain  breathing— all at the hands of Izuku feels  good,
as if Izuku was taking  revenge  for all the torment he’d put him through for
ten years.
 
And it’s absolutely  wrecking  him, but it’s not  good enough .
 
“Pull  harder,  Deku. This is barely gonna bruise. I won’t fucking break if
you’re rough with me.” Katsuki hisses, groaning as he’s dropped onto the strap-
on once more.
 
Izuku’s pulls are too careful, too cautious. It’s almost what he craves, and
being teased with something that’s  so close  to what he craves in the darkest
hours of night when his self-loathing is high with libido to match is
frustrating him.  He needs it  harder,  needs it  rougher.
 
“K-Kacchan, if I pull too hard you could end up hanged!” Izuku stammers,
tugging on the rope again at the same goddamn slow pace.
 
“I already told you the rope isn’t fucking—” Katsuki rolls his eyes with a
huff. “Don’t use your full strength then, I don’t give a shit, but pull on that
fucking rope  harder  or  so fucking help me— ”
 
His words are cut off by a harsh tug upward by the rope around his neck,
effectively cutting off his airway and making him sputter and gasp for breath,
and it’s  everything  he wants  and then some.
 
Katsuki lets out a choked off moan as Izuku picks up a much more brutal pace,
slamming him down against the strap-on until the room was filled with the slap
on skin on skin and his back was arching to find that perfect spot—
 
“Like that, Deku. Just like that. Treat me as bad as I’ve treated you.  Take
your revenge on me. ” Katsuki rasps, rolling his hips in time with each harsh
pull of the rope making him bounce on Izuku’s strap-on as the noose tightens
around his throat.
 
Stars fill his vision as he finally finds the angle to abuse his prostate. It
feels  too fucking good.  He fights to keep the new position so each tug of the
rope and roll of his hips hit it  hard.
 
Izuku somehow manages to pick up an even harsher pace, noose somehow tightening
further on his throat, suddenly he’s very  dangerously  close to cumming. His
vision’s beginning to go black around the edges, and his head’s swimming, but
he wouldn’t stop it for the world.
 
He wants more, more,  more—
 
“De—Deku.” Is all he manages to choke out, but it’s not enough to get across
what he wants at all. Izuku takes it to mean something else entirely.
 
“A-Ah, K-Kacchan! I-I’d ease up on the rope, b-but the harder I tug the harder
you get.” Izuku pants, whimpering as a particularly harsh roll from Katsuki’s
hips shoves the ridges of the harness harder against his abused cunt.
 
“Don’t—Don’t st—op.” He hisses through pained breaths, fighting against the
burning of his lungs to chase that beautiful feeling of bliss and—
 
His vision is white as pure  ecstasy  fills his system, body shaking from the
force of his orgasm. The noose doesn’t let up on him throughout any of it
either, and every new squeeze of it around his throat is another wave of cum
and pleasure to him.
 
Finally, he comes down from the high near. Katsuki collapses onto Izuku’s cum
covered chest boneless when the rope finally lets up. It’s sticky and gross to
be in such a close embrace like this after his intense orgasm, but he doesn’t
really care at the moment. They’re gonna be forced to wash up anyway, and he
really  needed a moment to recompose himself—otherwise, he was going to stand,
take two steps, and collapse again.
 
Izuku taps him on the back after a few moments to inform him that they’ve
cleared the round. Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement, peeling himself off Izuku
and slowly pulling off of the strap-on. He feels considerably more  empty  once
it’s out, but he also feels like he can breath again.
 
Katsuki somehow manages to avoid falling as he collects their clothes with
shaky legs and drops them off in the shower room. He starts the water, silently
inviting Izuku to join him under the spray. Izuku comes to stand so they’re
back to chest, sighing as he relaxes into Katsuki’s touch along his chest and
stomach.
 
The welcome silence between them is shattered by Izuku, who can just never seem
to keep his fucking mouth shut.
 
“Kacchan, did you really get off on the pain I inflicted on you?” He asks
softly, not turning to look over his shoulder.
 
Katsuki finishes rinsing them off before answering.
 
“Yes.” He replies, not sparing the dumbass question a second thought.  Of
fucking course he did. He came harder than ever, didn’t he?

Izuku is silent for a few moments as he grabs a towel off the hook on the wall
to dry himself before speaking up again, voice soft and concerned. “Do you see
it as a-a payback for everything?”
 
Katsuki freezes, looking over his shoulder to glare at the other. “What the
fuck  is  that  supposed to mean?”
 
He doesn’t care if Izuku knows he likes the idea of him exacting his revenge,
because it fucking got them through the round—but what strikes him most about
the accusation is the fucking  pity  that wraps around him with each word
spoken.
 
“N-Nothing! It’s just...there were some things you said while we were f-fucking
that I don’t think you realised you said and—I’m worried about you, Kacchan.”
Izuku says, hands flying around as he tries to explain himself.
 
God  he wants to laugh at how Izuku can  still  be like this after everything.
He hates that the fucker can just rub it  in his face  that he’s weak and
unable to fulfill the challenges normally. He absolutely  hates it.
 
“I don’t need your fucking pity.”
 
“Kacchan, I’m worried about you! I’ve  been  worried about you! I know what
we’re going through right now is really hard and it’s okay to break—”
 
Smack.
 
Katsuki at first doesn’t register the slap from his hand until the familiar
stinging pain blossoms in his hand. He knows, deep down, he shouldn’t have done
what he did, but the  anger  over that word overrides his senses.
 
Broken.
 
“Who the fuck do you think you  are,  shitty Deku?” Katsuki growls, eyes flared
wide in rage as he looms over where Izuku cups his quickly reddening cheek.
“You keep thinking you’re so much  better  than me. When we were kids, and
even now.  I  tried  to do you a favor for fucking once by taking the heavier
blows of this fucked up game, but you’re  still  not satisfied with that. Do
you get off to destroying yourself for others like this? Do you get off from
knowing that you can handle this situation better than me?”
 
He knows that every word he says is a further inch he’s digging into his own
grave.  He knows.
 
But every word that leaves his lips feels like a larger and larger weight being
lifted from his chest, and he  can’t  stop himself.
 
“Kacchan—”
 
“Shut the  fuck up!  I’ve  had it  with you playing games. When we get out of
here, I’m—”
 
Katsuki’s head reels back at the force of the punch Izuku delivers to his jaw.
Fuck  that hurt, yet he supposes he deserved that.
 
“Stop yelling for once, Kacchan! This is why we could never talk to each
other!” Izuku shouts, grabbing him by the shoulders to nearly shake him as he
lets out everything.
 
“I’ve never looked down on you, Kacchan. I don’t know  how  or  where  you got
that idea from, but it’s never once been true. I’ve  always  looked up to you,
because despite all your flaws and unpleasantries, you shone brighter than
anyone else! You were a hero even closer to me than All Might!”
 
Oh.
 
“I bend and break myself so others don’t have to, and it’s bad, and  you’re
right,  but you do the same thing too! During our final exam you gave your arms
such intense burn scars from overusing your quirk Recovery Girl wasn’t able to
heal them without a bunch of scarring! And not that long ago, your solution was
to  take the pain yourself  instead of giving it to me!”
 
Oh.
 
“Do you really think I’m doing much better than you right now? I knowyou’re
breaking inside, I can see what makes you who you are cracking beneath each
touch of my fingers and it breaks my heart, because all I everwanted was your
affection. Now I’ve got it, but I have to watch the light in your eyes
diebecause of me.Do you really thinkI’m not crumbling inside?”
 
The tears falling freely and openly from Izuku’s eyes hurt more than any of the
other times he’s made Izuku cry over broken dreams, because this time, he knows
he’s succeeded.
 
“All those years of  waiting  for us to  finally  talk things out, and it has
to happen like this.” Izuku says softly. “It’s not fair.”
 
No,  he thinks,  life rarely is.
 
Katsuki doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what he should say to make
Izuku feel better right now, and he doesn’t know what he should say so they
could get better  together.  He doesn’t know what he can do to make up for
everything he’s done, and he doesn’t even know if he  can  make up for it.
 
He pulls Izuku into a tight hug that he’s semi-surprised he doesn’t get pushed
away from.
 
“I’m going to get you out of here, Izuku. That’s a fucking promise.”
Chapter End Notes
     Well my friends, we only have one porn filled chapter left. The sixth
     chapter is the epilogue of their escape/release.
     Next chapter will feature a lot of voltage and some omorashi, but I'm
     specifically writing the chapter to have a certain divide in it so
     you can skip over the piss scenes if it's not your thing. It started
     out originally as the body's response to such high voltage, but then
     I thought "fuck it" and went all the way because we NEED more omo in
     this fandom HONESTLY.
***** burning love *****
Chapter Summary
     The final round of the sex trials has begun.
Chapter Notes
     Chapter Warnings: vibrator, nipple clamps, electrocution, omorashi,
     watersports, daddy kink
     As promised, the parts of the chapter that contains the omorashi/
     watersports start where the divider shows up the first time, and ends
     after the second one shows up. There are two parts of this chapter
     involving it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He’s unsure how long they stay wrapped in each other’s arms. Katsuki finally
peels Izuku off his tear drenched shoulder when his sniffles have died down and
runs a gentle thumb over the freckles on his cheek. Izuku’s eyes flutter shut
and he lets out a soft sigh.
 
“One more round, Deku. One more fucking round, and we’re out of this shithole.”
Katsuki says in a botched attempt at reassurance.
 
Izuku nods his head in understanding, thank fuck, and squeezes the wrist
closest to his face. He takes a few seconds to run the palm of his hand,
something so scarred and destructive, over Izuku’s freckled cheek, so delicate
and soft.
 
Katsuki pulls his hand back and snatches his boxer briefs from the floor. He
disregards the rest of his outfit—he’s out of fucks to give about running
around nearly naked at this point in the game.
 
“Y-You’re just going to walk out there in your underwear?” Izuku shrieks almost
scandalized, face turning a cute shade of pink.
 
Katsuki quirks an eyebrow at him. “What does it fucking matter? We’re gonna be
taking everything off again in less than ten minutes anyway. It just gets in
the way.”
 
“W-What about when they release us?” Izuku asks again, wringing his jumpsuit in
his hands.
 
“Don’t care.” Katsuki scoffs, heading towards the shower exit door. He nearly
misses the almost silent whisper that comes from Izuku.
 
“I care.”
 
Katsuki turns around slowly from where he stands, brows furrowed in confusion.
There was no fucking wayhe heard that right.
 
“What?”
 
“It...It sounds stupid to say out loud, but I kind of want to keep you for
myself? I-I mean, I know the girls have all seen us on video for each round, as
well as whoever set this whole thing up, but it’s different because they’re not
seeing you in person.” Izuku stammers, blush from earlier returning with more
vigor to completely paint his face a shade of cherry red.
 
Fuck this nerd was going to be the death of him. The thought that Izuku, sweet
and innocent Izuku, felt such a fierce possessiveness over him was doing things
to him, like making all the blood rush south and testing every fiber of his
being not to shove the nerd up against the wall and fuck him until all he could
say was Kacchan.
 
“I’ll put the pants back on if it means that much to you.” Katsuki winks,
smirking as he walks back to his abandoned clothes pile and easily pulls the
slacks back on. He leaves the shower room with Izuku following close behind.
 
The girls look like they’ve aged years in the span of minutes. Their eyes are
bloodshot, and their cheeks tearstained. Their gazes fall upon his neck that
was no doubt bruising by now, and their lips quiver as they try to keep back
sobs.
 
Momo is the first one to speak in the end. “Are you okay, Bakugou? That
machine…”
 
Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest with a nod. “Nothing I couldn’t
handle.”
 
The girls don’t seem to believe him, if their awkward shuffling and glance
shares are enough to go by, but they don’t press the matter either. Not that he
would’ve given them anything beyond that if they’d asked. What happens in that
room is between him and Izuku, nobody else.
 
“What’s going to happen when you finish the last round?” Mina asks
uncharacteristically shyly.
 
Katsuki opens his mouth to respond, but Izuku beats him to the punch.
 
“We don’t...know.” He says with a sigh and his fake All Might-esque smile.
“Whether or not they’ll let us out after this next round is unclear.”
 
“What should we do then?” Uraraka pipes up, color finally starting to return to
her face. Her eyes start to set in determination, and Katsuki’s lips quirk up
into a faint smirk.
 
“Get ready to fight, obviously.” He answers over Izuku, straightening his
posture and hoping his display of confidence would mirror within their
classmates. He needs them fearless and ready to strike after the final buzzer
rings. “Be prepared for anything, and watch each other’s backs at all times. We
don’t know what extra bullshit they might try to spring on us after this.”
 
Momo goes to speak again, but her qualms are smothered by the loudspeaker
requesting their final lineup. He gives their classmates a final nod before
announcing Izuku as his keyhole for the round. They stand side by side as they
wait for the final room to open.
 
Izuku shuffles closer to him, whether out of nerves or a need for contact, he
doesn’t know—but he doesroll his eyes.
 
“It’s just one more fucking round, Deku. One more then we’re done.” He says,
unsure whether or not he was reassuring the smaller or himself.
 
“R-Right. One more round.” Izuku parrots, yet the tone of his voice suggests he
wasn’t actually hearing the words he was saying.
 
Katsuki’s never been good with feelings and shit, but he’s spent so many years
around the nerd he was basically in-tune with how he showed his emotions.
Before he can ask Izuku what was on his mind, the final door opens.
 
The room is similar to all of the ones before, except this one contains a table
with a fairly large battery with multiple wires stemming from it, and a chair
with restraints.
 
Katsuki looks over the instructions written on the wall and bristles, Izuku
mirroring his reaction beside him, whatever troubling thought that had crossed
his mind earlier long forgotten.
 
Form: Electrocution
 
Instructions: Use the clamps, pads, and vibrator to attach the battery to the
one that is restrained in the chair. Fill the battery on the far wall to
complete the stage.
 
“Don’t even think about talking me out of this one.” Katsuki cuts Izuku off
before he can try to sneak the challenge out from under him. “I spend more time
with the walking talking idiot of a human battery than you do, so I can handle
high voltage with less consequence.”
 
Izuku says nothing to refute the solid point he has, thank fuck.Katsuki takes
in a breath and walks towards the chair next to the battery, stripping out of
his pants and taking a seat with newfound resolve. They only had this round
left, and then...and then what?
 
Izuku strips down as well before snatching the vibrator off the table with the
battery along with the other pads and clamps and approaching the chair. He sets
the vibe on the chair between Katsuki’s legs, placing a few open mouthed kisses
to the taut muscle of Katsuki’s stomach. Izuku straps Katsuki’s wrists into the
restraints on the arm rests before dragging his hands slowly up and down
Katsuki’s thighs. He places the clamps on Katsuki's nipples first. They hurt,
but not unbearably.
 
He was definitelygoing to be looking into getting some of these for himself
when they get out of this.
 
Izuku places the rest of the pads all over Katsuki’s body, topping his
exploration off at Katsuki’s muscular thighs. Izuku caresses the inside of
Katsuki’s legs near where the vibrator was resting.
 
“K-Kacchan, can I—” He cuts himself off with a whine as his fingers dance over
the outline of Katsuki’s cock in his underwear.
 
“Spit it out, Deku.” Katsuki hisses, fighting to keep his hips from bucking up
into the barely there touch. Fuckhe was desperate.
 
Who was the slut now?
 
“Let me suck you off, Kacchan. Please.” Izuku pleads, fingers moving to trail
the edge of the elastic as his face moves dangerously close to Katsuki’s cock.
 
He wants—god does he want—that mouth on him; but not yet. He’s not quite there
yet.
 
“Why should I?” Katsuki rasps, fingers curling into the armrests as those damn
fingers continue to tease his length.
 
“I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I?” Izuku near purrs, rubbing his index finger
in circles over the head of the hard and leaking cock that was all his own
doing.
 
Shit.
 
Katsuki growls, yet doesn’t deny the truth. Izuku’s done everything he’s told
him to do, even if there’s been some resistance. What was the harm in letting
the little fucker go to town on his dick?
 
“Please, Kacchan? I’ve put a lot of practice into it.” Izuku begs, hand moving
further down to caress near Katsuki’s balls while the other continues to stroke
the inside of his thigh.
 
“What, you been going around sucking off any random stranger’s dick that’ll let
you and moaning my name as they fuck your mouth?” Katsuki asks, a sharp note of
jealousy coloring his words. He doesn’t know why the thought of Izuku having
his mouth on someone else makes him see fucking red, but it does. He wants to
chop the dick off of anyone that his Izuku put his mouth on that didn’t deserve
it.
 
Since when did he consider Izuku “his”?
 
“N-No.” Izuku answers almost too quickly, face flushing.
 
Katsuki quirks an eyebrow in curiosity. If he wasn’t practicing on random
strangers—or worse, some of their classmates—then who—
 
“I s-started practicing with cucumbers and bananas a-at first.” Izuku cuts into
his train of thought with a shaky smile while the hand on the inside of
Katsuki’s thigh moves to trail fingernails over abs instead.
 
“And?”
 
“I-I got a nice sized dildo to use and practice tricks.”
 
Shit. Shit. Izuku’s got a dildo back at the dorms? How did he even get that in
there? Is it big? Fuckdoes he want to see Izuku absolutely wreck himself with
it. Maybe when they get out of here he’ll use it to fill the nerd’s ass while
pounding into his tight cunt.
 
“Tricks?” Katsuki asks, curiosity reaching peak heights now.
 
“I can roll a condom on it without using my hands.” Izuku says with a hum,
blush sadly receding while his hand continues to work Katsuki’s length beneath
his underwear and goddammit if he doesn’t have that mouth on him right fucking
now so help him god—
 
“I’ll show you when we get out of here.”
 
That’s the final breaking straw for him. He needs Izuku’s mouth right the fuck
now. If his hands hadn’t been strapped down, he’d already have shoved his cock
in the slut’s mouth and face fucked him until his throat was raw.
 
“You fucking better, you tease.” Katsuki growls. “Get to it then.”
 
Izuku doesn’t hesitate for a second, pulling Katsuki’s underwear off with only
a slight struggle and immediately licking a long, broad stroke up his length.
He goes for the head next, swirling his tongue around it and lapping at the
leaking slit.
 
Katsuki groans, restraints digging into his wrists as he fights against them so
he could get his hands through that curly green hair to push him down further
on his cock.
 
Izuku looks up at him through his lashes, slowly taking Katsuki’s length until
his nose was buried in blonde pubes, all without breaking eye contact.
 
Fuckthis nerd was a filthy fucking godsend.
 
Katsuki bites his lip to stifle a moan as Izuku starts up a slow rhythm, eyes
finally fluttering shut as he focuses entirely on his task at hand. He feels
his cock sliding down Izuku’s throat, but the nerd only hums in pleasure as he
works.
 
He doesn’t have a fucking gag reflex.
 
Katsuki wantonly moans as Izuku pulls off to tease his aching head again before
taking him fully in again. If this kept up, he wouldn’t last much longer.
 
“D-Deku, pull off. I’m gonna—”
 
Izuku moans around his length, hollowing his cheeks as he nearly doubles his
previous pace, and orgasm hits him fast. He has no time to warn Izuku before
he’s spilling damn near directly down his throat, hips bucking up of their own
accord as they try to milk the last dredges of pleasure from the silky warmth
of Izuku’s mouth.
 
Katsuki throws his head back with a groan when Izuku pulls off him, chin
drenched in a mix of saliva and left over cum that should not be hot, but it is
goddamn it.
 
“S-Shit, Deku.” Is all he can get out, chest heaving.
 
“Did I do good, daddy?” Izuku asks with fake innocence, batting his eyelashes
up at him in wait of the praise that he (rightfully) deserved.
 
Katsuki must’ve taken too long to respond, as Izuku’s playful and teasing
persona seems to drop in an instant. “W-Was that okay? To call you daddy, I
mean? I-I should’ve asked first—”
 
“You talk too much, baby boy.” Katsuki cuts him off with a smirk. “You did
good. Amazing. Perfect.Fuck, Deku. Just get on with the challenge so we can get
out of here.”
 
Izuku’s cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink, and Katsuki thinks it might be
his new favorite look on the nerd. He hums in contentment when Izuku climbs
onto his lap, one hand positioning the vibe for him to rut against while the
other flicks lazy circles against his clit. The sight is enough to already have
his dick twitch in interest again.
 
Fuck why did he let the nerd strap his hands down? He wanted to leave finger
shaped bruises all over the pale skin of those hips, his thighs— everywhere.
 
“K-Kacchan—Daddy, w-want you to touch me.” Izuku murmurs, gently bucking his
hips against his hand. “N-Not the same as when I do it myself.”
 
“When you do what yourself?” Katsuki repeats, eyes bouncing between watching
Izuku’s cheeks turn more red by the second and watching Izuku’s hand become
shinier and slicker with each flick of his wrist against his clit.
 
“K-Kacchan—” Izuku whines when Katsuki cuts him off with a harsh nip to the
junction of his neck, kissing the skin afterwards.
 
“Be a good boy and answer daddy’s question.” He says into the freckled skin
beneath his lips, gently running his teeth over the rest of the expanse of the
nerd’s neck.
 
Izuku takes in a sharp inhale as he tilts his head to the side to allow him
better access. He rolls his bottom lip with his teeth for a few seconds before
finally speaking up with a tiny whine. “D-Daddy touching me f-feels better than
when I t-touch myself.”
 
“Deku, I swear to f-fucking god, when we’re out of this hellhole I’m going to
bend you over until you’re screaming and begging to cum.” Katsuki hisses out as
Izuku’s fingers speed up, knuckles just barely brushing over part of Katsuki’s
cock.
 
“Ka-Kacchan, I’m c-close.” Izuku whines, hips desperately grinding against his
fingers and vibrator as he chases relief.
 
“Cum, baby boy. Show daddy how much you love him.” He rasps out. Izuku groans,
leaning forward so they were nearly pressed as close as they could be with the
nipple clamps in the way, and the new angle seems to do the trick.
 
Katsuki moans when Izuku cums with a broken off whine, coating the vibrator and
his fingers in his slick. He ruts against it as fresh waves of pleasure ripple
through him to make sure every inch of the toy was covered to help ease it into
Katsuki when it was time. Thankfully, he was still stretched from the previous
round, so they shouldn’t have to worry too much about that.
 
Izuku presses a hard kiss to Katsuki’s lips, all tongue and teeth and he’s
absolutely rolling in it. He never knew Izuku was such a needy slut before
this, and he loves it.
 
Their tongues dance for a few minutes before Katsuki breaks it off, Izuku
whimpering at the loss of contact. They have a challenge to get through, after
all. The safety of the rest of their classmates was riding on them.
 
And speaking of riding, he’d definitelybe having Izuku do that once they were
out of here and back in the confines of the dorms of Yuuei.
 
“C’mon, Deku. Get that vibrator in me so we can end this hell show.” He purrs,
voice ragged and thoroughly enjoying the way Izuku’s eyelids flutter as a soft
moan escapes his lips.
 
“I love your voice, daddy.” Izuku says, pressing a kiss to the outer shell of
Katsuki’s ear before hopping off his lap to kneel between Katsuki’s spread
legs. He swirls a slicked finger around Katsuki’s entrance, looking back up at
him for instruction.
 
“Just shove it in. No pussyfooting around anymore, I want this shit over with.”
Katsuki says, digging his fingers into the armrests of the chair as he prepares
for the pain and burn of being entered with minimal lubrication again. Izuku
nods his understanding, slowly sliding the vibrator beyond his rim as told.
 
Katsuki hisses and arches his back as the sting of foreign intrusion begins,
gritting his teeth as he struggles to keep relaxed enough for Izuku to slide
the vibartor the rest of the way in. He had to admit the pain wasn’t too
bad—nothing he couldn’t handle, at least—but damndid the transition from
uncomfortable burn to pleasurable stretch make him want to experience Izuku
using a vibrator on him with proper lube.
 
Izuku straps Katsuki's ankles into the final restraints of the chair, dragging
his fingers teasingly over Katsuki inner thighs as he stands again. In a moment
of boldness, Izuku scrapes his fingernails around Katsuki's sensitive nipples.
He hisses at the sensation, honestly a little taken aback by how much he’s
enjoying the odd pain of the clamps.
 
Then again, all of however long they’ve been here has been quite the eye-opener
for him.
 
Katsuki smirks at Izuku who waits obediently for his orders at the battery all
the cords are hooked up to.
 
“Turn the machine on, Deku. Faster we get this electricity bullshit out of the
way the faster I can bend your ass over your desk and fuck you until you’re raw
and begging for me.” He says, cock twitching as one of Izuku’s hands drags
across his stomach and down to tease his clit.
 
Fuck he loved seeing the effect his words had on Izuku. He was going to make
sure he fucked this nerd every goddamn day for the rest of their lives.
 
“O-Okay, Kacchan. I’m turning it on now.” Izuku says as his legs twitch from
the pleasure his fingers bring as the work his own clit in slow circles.
Katsuki bites his lip, not bothering to hide how much he enjoys watching Izuku
touch himself.
 
He jumps as the electricity begins coursing through him—the amount isn’t
painful, per say—it just startled him. Perhaps the voltage amount might be
painful to someone that didn’t have a walking generator clinging to them every
second, but his forced time with the idiot made the electricity barely tickle.
He could almost call it pleasant, even—especially with the combined feeling of
the vibrator in his ass and the clamps on his nipples.
 
Katsuki closes his eyes as the first level of the battery on the wall lights up
green. One down, three to go.
 
“Next level, Deku.” He commands, gritting his teeth as Izuku wordlessly obeys
him and the electricity in him kicks up a notch.
 
This amount straddles the line between uncomfortable and painful, a noticeable
difference from the first level that leaves him dreading what the final voltage
level will be. Katsuki groans as the electricity flows through him, steadying
his breathing through his nose to keep a cool head. The vibrator was doing
wonders at breaking down whatever progress he was making on that front,
however.
 
“Are you doing okay, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, hand that was previously on his clit
now balled in a fist at his side.
 
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be okay, shithead? This i-is nothing
compared to the idiot’s output!”
 
He grunts when the meter on the wall fills up to the halfway point. Izuku bites
his tongue down on a whimper of worry, already turning the meter to the next
level without having to be instructed to.
 
Katsuki hisses as the voltage kicks into third gear. He grips the edge of the
chair harder with his fingers as his ass clenches around the vibrator that’s
working within him as if on overdrive. It hurts, but the combination burning
sensation and pleasure from the toy in his ass simmers low in his gut.
  
 
 
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As the voltage courses through his nerves, he becomes painfully aware that
arousal was not the only feeling burning in his gut. Katsuki had ignored the
bathroom buckets (or even shower room, if he was honest) to relieve himself
during this lockdown, leading to the horrible situation he’s found himself in
now. He’d been so preoccupied on fulfilling the challenges and getting everyone
to safety that he didn’t even thinkabout it.
 
He knows what’s about to come, can feel it in his gut and the little dribble
from the head of his cock that hits warm on his abdomen. The volts running
through him are very quickly taking him into dangerous and humiliating
territory, breaking down every inhibitor in his system screaming not to do what
his body is beggingfor.
 
“D-Deku, l-look away!” Katsuki yells, holding back a growl as a little more
piss streams out from his head and down his stomach.
 
“Kacchan? What’s—”
 
It’s too late at that point. Katsuki’s pissing himself with a moan as he’s
strapped down to a chair with a vibrator shoved up his ass and an insane amount
of electricity coursing through him. It’s embarrassing and humiliating, yet so
sohot at the same time.
 
“O-Oh.” Izuku’s voice breaks whatever fantasyland he had temporarily thrown
himself into.
 
“You fuck. I told you not to look.” Katsuki growls, gritting his teeth as he
fights to keep from exploding in pure fucking bliss.
 
“B-But Daddy, you look so sexy when you l-lose control like that.” Izuku
replies, and Katsuki notes that the free hand that had been balled into a fist
is now working again on his clit.
 
Something in the way Izuku damn near purred the word sexy and the way the word
“daddy” rolled off Izuku’s tongue so easily as if he’s always called Katsuki
daddy in his fantasies makes him lose his damn mind, and he’s cumming hard.
 
It mixes with the piss on his stomach in a disgusting mixture that drips down
to the floor. He moans unabashedly as wave after wave of pleasure comes
crashing down over him, threatening a total blackout. He’s never experienced
something so intense before, and he knows sex is absolutely ruinedfor him here
on out after tasting such a high that would be dangerous to recreate.
 
 
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The third bar glows orange, and Katsuki grits his teeth as the grip his fingers
have on the armrests threaten to break the wood.
 
“Turn it up to the last level.” He instructs, narrowing his eyes as Izuku’s
legs quiver from overstimulation while his fingers work to try and elicit a
third orgasm. He's not sure when Izuku's hand had returned to work on his clit.
It's a bit worrying if he's starting to black out for small periods of time,
and if Katsuki had to bet, he’d place money that Izuku was worrying about the
danger the final level poses.
 
As if on cue, Izuku pipes up.
 
“Kacchan—Daddy—I don’t think—”
 
“Just do it, Deku!” Katsuki interrupts his protest, his frustration somewhat
quelling the static feeling of the electricity flowing through him.
 
Izuku stares at him for a few seconds before turning the dial up to the final
level. Katsuki shrieks as his body jolts out of the chair from the amount of
voltage coursing through him. It’s easily enough to compare to being hit with
the full force of the walking battery's quirk, and it hurts like hell.
 
He closes his eyes and bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from
screaming again as another orgasm is ripped from him by the vibrator grating
away at his prostate. His back aches from the angle the voltage has sent his
body involuntarily into, his nipples positively ache, and his entire body feels
like it’s been set aflame.
 
It hurts, yet it feels so good.
 
“Ka-Kacchan!” Izuku yells, tears building in the corners of his eyes.
 
Crybaby.
 
Katsuki’s lips refuse to form the placating words he wants to say, refuse to
listen to anything at allhe tells it to. The battery finally blinks full, and
Izuku instantly slams the dial to the off position as fast as he can.
 
Katsuki’s body relaxes back into the chair, and he grimaces as his skin makes
contact with the disgusting liquid mess he’d inadvertently made. His breathing
comes in hard, and his fingers twitch with the last dregs of electricity
flowing through him.
 
“Get...me out of this damn thing.” Katsuki commands between harsh pants,
clenching his teeth so hard he thinks they may crack.
 
Izuku complies with his wish, untying his hands and legs from the chair. He
rips the pads off of Katsuki’s body and carefully unclips the clamps on
Katsuki’s nipples. He slowly slides out the vibrator, much as Katsuki’s body is
loathe to be rid of.
 
“Are—Are you okay, Kacchan?” Izuku asks shakily, bringing a tender hand to rest
against Katsuki’s cheek. He leans his head further into the nerd’s comforting
palm.
 
“Gonna take a lot more than that to kill me.” Katsuki says with a small smirk,
bringing one hand to gently caress the skin of Izuku’s wrist before utterly
shattering their tender moment by standing. The action forces Izuku to mirror
him so they were chest to chest, Katsuki staring down at him from the few
inches of height he still had on the dweeb.
 
“You disobeyed an order earlier.” He growls, smirk turning predatory as Izuku’s
face grows more and more red by the second. “I told you not to look at me, yet
you did.”
 
“B-But Kacchan—”
 
“No. No buts, Deku.” Katsuki cuts him off, tipping Izuku’s chin up to force his
gaze upon him. “I think a punishment is in order.”
 
Izuku—perfect shitty fuckingIzuku—gulps, pupils dilating until there was almost
none of the signature green of his iris left.
 
Katsuki finds a spot on the ground in the corner a good distance away from the
mess he’d made earlier and pulls Izuku to sit in his lap so the nerd’s back was
plastered to his chest. He spreads Izuku’s legs wide so his pussy was on
display for anyone still watching at this point. Katsuki slides his hand down
Izuku’s abs to tease over his mound. 
 
 
 
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“I’m not stopping until you fucking piss yourself, Deku. If I had to, you have
to. That’s how this is gonna work.” Katsuki purrs, licking a stripe up Izuku’s
neck as his free hand moves down to align himself with Izuku’s entrance.
 
“D-Daddy.” Izuku whines, already trying to grind down onto Katsuki’s cock.
“Daddy, please.”
 
“Please what,Deku? You’re a big boy, use your goddamn words.” He growls,
teasing his teeth over Izuku’s pulse point as the other moans.
 
“Please fuck me, Daddy. S-Stretch me on your c-cock.” Izuku says, hands roaming
the span of his thighs in impatience.
 
“Since you asked so nicely…” Katsuki smirks, pushing the head of his cock
between the lips of Izuku's cunt. Izuku whines, hands flying down to help
Katsuki adjust the angle a little to the left.
 
They moan in unison as Katsuki’s cock buries itself as far within Izuku as it
can given the position they’re in. Katsuki doesn’t bother waiting for Izuku to
adjust to the penetration, immediately setting up a brutal pace. He digs his
heels into the tile floor for as much leverage as he can get, curling his
fingers tightly against Izuku’s hip to bounce him up and down.
 
“S-So s-strong, Ka-Kacchan. Fu—ngh!—fuck me harder, D-Daddy.” Izuku moans with
his head thrown back against Katsuki’s shoulder in pure ecstasy.
 
Katsuki obligues, slamming up into Izuku while dragging him down onto his cock
at the same time with as much power as he could.
 
“C-Close.” Izuku groans between pants and choked whines.
 
“Too bad. I’ll fuck you through as many orgasms as it takes for you to piss
yourself. That was your punishment.” Katsuki dismisses, readjusting his grip on
Izuku’s hips as he continues his motions.
 
He’s hardly given a warning before he feels the warmth of Izuku’s piss dribble
against his cock. It should be gross—fuck, it isgross—yet the dirtiness of the
situation was making him see white against the edges of his vision. Izuku
squirms in his lap as his bladder empties, making a mess of the both of
them—not that Katsuki truly gives a shit at the moment.
 
 
 
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Izuku tips his head back enough to sloppily connect his mouth with Katsuki’s,
tongue dancing together in what could hardly be called a kiss. Katsuki returns
it with the same enthusiasm, moaning into it as he continues to fuck Izuku on
his cock, using his sloppy wet cunt like his own personal sex toy.
 
“Touch yourself, Deku.” Katsuki instructs between each press of tongue against
tongue. Izuku does as instructed, and it’s not long before the nerd is at his
end—a few sharp flicks to the clit is all it takes.
 
Katsuki moans as Izuku’s cunt tightens against his cock, fucking Izuku through
his orgasm and managing to draw another one out of himself. Katsuki collapses
back against the wall boneless and utterly spent, Izuku leaning against him in
a similar state. It feels like ages before either of them are ready to stand
again, and when they do it’s with wobbly feet.
 
Izuku jumps when the loudspeaker crackles to life as Katsuki slips on his
discarded clothing.
 
“Thank you for your cooperation in this fun little game of ours; you put on
quite the show. As a reward, we’re unlocking all of the doors. However, the
place is quite a labyrinth. We wish you luck finding your way out!” A too peppy
voice chirps over the system before cutting out completely. True to the
villain’s word, all the doors around them unlock.
 
Katsuki tosses Izuku his clothes to put on before any of their classmates
caught him naked. He stuffs down the sudden, hot flash of jealousy at the
thought—he needs to keep a cool and level head if he wants to get everyone out
of here in one piece.
 
The duo join their classmates in the main waiting room once more, smiling as
the girls greet them with happy and teary-eye smiles that they absolutely don’t
have time for right now.
 
Katsuki turns to face the largest door, one with five lit bars above it and a
blinding white light coming from whatever lays beyond it. He glances over at
Izuku, who gives him a determined nod in response.
 
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Katsuki says, cracking his knuckles and
rolling his neck as he prepares for what may come.
Chapter End Notes
     And that, my friends, ends all of the porn filled chapters. The last
     update will be considerably shorter than the rest, as it's just an
     epilogue of what happens after their escape.
***** dawn of a new day *****
Chapter Summary
     The smutless epilogue.
Chapter Notes
     Hey all!! So this fic has been a real journey to write, and I'm so
     grateful for all the feedback I've gotten on it over all the new
     chapters. You've all made this such a fun experience, and I'm glad I
     could finally share with all of you my first ever COMPLETED multi-
     chaptered project.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Katsuki gets his first glimpse of the sun, relief floods him. They did
it—they made it out alive. He looks over at Izuku and the feeling of relief is
immediately overtaken by something else he can’t quite place.
 
The other boy is extremely pale, hunched over and walking slow. He has one hand
wrapped around his stomach and one hand holding the wall for support. Katsuki’s
feet move before he can stop them, and he soon finds himself wrapping Izuku’s
arm around his shoulder as he nearly drags the idiot out towards freedom.
 
“Kacchan.” Izuku whimpers, voice hoarse.
 
Katsuki grunts in response, focusing solely on getting them as far away from
that fucking hellhole as fast as possible. He doesn’t trust such a well-planned
villain scheme to just let them go like this.
 
“Kacchan, I don’t feel so good.” Izuku whines again, this time pushing away
from Katsuki’s shoulder far enough to drop to his hands and knees and empty the
contents of his stomach. Katsuki turns to stand where he is, waiting for the
other to finish.
 
“Can you walk on your own?” He asks, scrunching his nose up at the sight of the
vomit.
 
Izuku nods, but upon standing he nearly topples over into his own sick puddle.
Katsuki catches him in time with a roll of his eyes. He crouches low to ground
before growling out his command.
 
“Get on.”
 
Izuku stares at him blankly, eyes distant. “Huh?”
 
God  this was getting annoying.
 
“Get the fuck on my back, and hurry the fuck up. I’m not gonna ask again, and I
sure as hell am  not  waiting for you.” Katsuki replies, words lacking any
threat. They both know that if really meant them, he would’ve already left
Izuku behind.
 
Izuku wipes the bile still on his lips with the sleeve of his jumpsuit before
rolling up the sleeves. He slots himself easily onto Katsuki’s back, arms
wrapped around his neck and green curls tickling the side of his face.
 
Katsuki grips Izuku’s thighs to keep him supported before standing again with
ease. He catches up with the rest of the group quickly—they weren’t too far
ahead. They must’ve all stopped when Izuku had doubled over.
 
“Can anyone use their quirks?” Katsuki questions the group, turning back to
watch the tunnel they’d left from just in case some villains were running to
jump them. Thankfully (sadly, really) it remained empty.
 
“Deku-kun, are you feeling alright?” Uraraka asks, hand coming up to rest on
his forehead for signs of fever. She pulls her hand back but doesn’t say
anything more, which Katsuki assumes is a good thing.
 
“I-I’m fine, Uraraka-san. Just tired.” Izuku murmurs, burying his face further
into Katsuki’s neck.
 
“Midoriya-kun, please take these.” Momo says, holding out two small pills in
her palm.
 
Izuku snatches them up gratefully and swallows them quickly so he could go back
to his prior position. Katsuki sends Momo a smile, both for taking care of the
dweeb and for answering his prior question.
 
“Ears, check to see if there’s anyone coming that we can’t see.” He instructs.
 
Jirou huffs in annoyance but does as told. “There’s nobody coming, but there
is  a town fairly close by. Within walking distance, at least—and my name’s
Jirou.”
 
“Whatever.” Katsuki says with a roll of his eyes. “Let’s get moving.”
 
 
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It turns out the town they were close to was the one Yuuei was in. The school
itself was still a good half hour walk away from them at the least, but the
sight of all the familiar buildings and the people bustling to and fro was
comforting, to say the least.
 
“There’s a phone booth over there!” Mina points out with a relieved smile.
 
In the end, they decide Momo should make the call to the school. Katsuki
readjusts his grip on Izuku’s thighs as he stands outside the booth with the
other girls. It’s not long after that they’re greeted by most of their teachers
and the police.
 
Katsuki places Izuku in the back of the squad car before taking his own
seat—and if he leans Izuku’s head against his shoulder to give him a more
comfortable sleeping position, nobody would be the wiser.
 
All Might gives them a speech on how brave they are or some shit—Katsuki had
tuned out most of it to focus on the rise and fall of Izuku’s chest instead.
He’s not sure what he’d do if the nerd went off and died  now.
 
“Wh-Where am I?” Izuku asks, sleep still clinging to each word as his eyes
flutter to adjust to his surroundings.
 
“Police car. They’re going to get our statements of what happened.” He answers,
short and to the point.
 
Izuku stares at him for a few seconds before he sits fully upright, looking out
the window to his left. “What happens now?”
 
Katsuki narrows his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about? I just  told
you what’s going to happen.”
 
Izuku doesn’t turn to face him, yet his shoulders go rigid and his voice drops
to barely above a whisper. “I meant with us, Kacchan.”
 
“What  about  us?” He hisses. On the list of things he wants to talk about,
this was  not  on it. “Can this wait until after all this bullshit is over?”
 
Izuku finally turns to face him with a resigned sigh. “Promise me we’ll talk
about this.”
 
Katsuki’s throat constricts as he tries to swallow down a gulp. Izuku looks
like he hasn’t slept for years. He never wants to see this look on the nerd
ever again unless it was from finals.
 
He wants to say something to make everything better, but all he can think of to
say is: “Yeah.”
 
 
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Hours of shuffling from interrogation room to interrogation room later, Katsuki
finds himself nodding off in an uncomfortable plastic chair in the lobby of the
station. He sits up when a familiar teal outfit takes the seat next to him.
 
Neither of them speak for a few minutes, neither wanting to break the silence
between each other. Katsuki is the first one to speak, in the end.
 
“Izuku.”
 
Izuku’s head swivels to look at him, eyes wide with concern. “Yes, Kacchan?”

Katsuki takes a few moments to just  breathe.  He’s not sure what he wants to
say first, but decides honest word vomit Izuku-style would probably be his best
bet here.
 
“After all of this chaos is over, if you never want to see me again because of
what happened in there—I wouldn’t blame you. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you
never wanted to see me again  before  any of this bullshit happened.”
 
“Don’t...Don’t say things like that. There’s almost  nothing  you could do to
keep me from you.” Izuku’s snaps back, rubbing the back of his neck as he tacks
on with a dark chuckle, “In some round-about, fucked up way, I’m a bit grateful
for what happened. Not because of...what happened...but because we’re...we’re
finally  talking  to each other again, and I just…”
 
He trails off for a few seconds, brows furrowed as he thinks. “I know this is
going to be a big step for us.”
 
“What happened in there isn’t just going to go away overnight, shitty Deku.
It’s not going to be easy.” Katsuki warns uselessly, fully turning in his seat
to face the other now.
 
Izuku chuckles. “When has it ever been easy with you?”
 
Katsuki’s retort is cut off by a hand placed over his, fingers lacing together
in an almost tender gesture.  Fuck.
 
“But if you’re willing to: will you have me?”
 
Katsuki smirks as he looks down at Izuku’s wide hopeful eyes. He leans in to
place a chaste kiss to his lips and murmurs:
 
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
Chapter End Notes
     So I had originally planned to do a longer epilogue, but I felt
     keeping it short and sweet would be best. However, I am going to
     attach the original one right here for you, but this is not the end
     of this series! There will be a short, smutty sequel.
     So without further ado, here's the original epilogue:
      
     —
      
     Things aren’t the best between them, but they’re getting there. It’s
     been nearly three months since the incident, and they’ve made
     significant progress. The day after they were rescued and their
     statements were taken by the police and their initial conversation,
     they were sent to a special rehabilitation center specifically
     designed to allow them comfort after what happened. There were no
     locks on any of the doors, and they could come and go as they
     pleased. There was no set schedule except for those that needed
     medication. The place acted like a large, fancy mansion save for the
     daily recovery activities that were required to be attended by every
     patient. They ran all day long with different types of things to do
     so those with different coping methods or thinking patterns could
     benefit at their own pace.
     For the first week, they’d avoided each other like the plague despite
     what they’d promised. Katsuki couldn’t bear to look Izuku in the eyes
     after how he’d been forced to violate him, and Izuku was still coming
     to terms with the loss of their classmate. The first time they
     actually saw each other since the rescue was during a group session
     for those suffering from chronic nightmares.
     Katsuki had described the brutal nightmares he suffered where Izuku
     was killed by his hands, and Izuku described nightmares where he was
     forced to watch Katsuki and Mineta die over and over a hundred
     different ways while being powerless to do anything. They’d decided
     it was finally time to talk to each other after dinner.
     Izuku had met Katsuki in his room, and they sat on the bed in silence
     until finally Katsuki slipped off his mattress to apologize to Izuku
     with his forehead to the floor. He’d cried openly, spilling
     everything he’d felt into the plush carpeting of the floor. Izuku had
     slipped off his bed to rub Katsuki’s back as his back shuddered from
     everything.
     He spent the night wrapped in Izuku’s arms under the covers, finally
     getting a night’s rest where he wasn’t plagued by nightmares.
     Two months after entering the rehab center and one month after
     beginning their relationship, they were allowed to leave for home.
     They had a tear filled reunion with their family, separating for a
     few days before meeting again at the playground near their homes.
     Izuku had, apparently, been doing research while they were apart and
     suggested couple’s therapy.
     Katsuki at first didn’t see the point in it and refused, but a few
     sleepless nights only calmed when he snuck in through Izuku’s window
     to lay in his arms later, he agreed.
     Things aren’t the best between them now, no, but they know they’ll
     get there.
End Notes
     Next chapter will begin serious with the shower room, then it'll
     devolve into the fun stuff. Please heed the warning that this will be
     a fucked up story. It's only going to get more and more intense from
     here, so be ready for some intense stuff.
     And yes, the drowning challenge will be involved ;)
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