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Patience was one of the things Izuku normally had in spades. Patience when waiting for his plans to go through every single note. The patience to take things at an agonizingly slow pace despite his own ferocious desires. Out of the duo, he was the calm to Katsuki’s tirade of a storm.
But, right now, Izuku felt off. Impatience and anger bubbling deep down in hopes of masking out his true feelings. The invulnerability and fear quietly stewing in the back of his mind with the reality that his Sensei was no longer around to help him. While Izuku was no stranger to the sink and swim style of grind, the finality of it all was still festering within his thoughts. Yet, even though he had prepared for this eventuality, his nerves still made him feel grossly under prepared. There was still some time. Some time for them to plan and be ready to mobilize, and some time for them to play.
That’s what he was doing now, despite Katsuki’s protest against it. He was sitting in a stool with his eyes trained forward in a more leisurely attire. Instead of his normal dress shirt and pants, he was wearing a shirt that dripped in font “play time” and a pair of Katsuki’s sweats he stole while the older teen wasn’t looking. Although his impatience wasn’t tied to the blonde at all, but rather one of his new “toys” he had acquired while fleeing Kamino. He was enjoying breaking them, as he did all the toys he had acquired over the years, but the current one would not yield. Under other circumstances, he’d be positively thrilled at the fact that despite having both their arms and legs removed that they still held such determination to live. A strong will to live and also give him such an agonizingly cruel glare in return that would have demanded he truly take his time to forcibly break them down piece by piece.
Izuku expected nothing less from the son of the Number 2 hero, and deep down he knew that he’d probably be the hardest to break. However, this sort of resolve to have such a fiery spark behind that stare was a surprise. This was all in spite of the searing phantom pain that Izuku knew all too well he was experiencing from being tapped in. The hero was doing far worse than just missing limbs, as he was staring up at Izuku from being wedged within a noumu’s great maw with nothing holding it back but a simple harness around Shouto and a single rope. Fido was trying their best to attempt to swallow the hero within its maw, but the leash holding the noumu in place made it near impossible to actually close the distance. So all the noumu could do is wait with Shouto in its mouth as a few pained whines escaped as they wanted more of the hero than the limbs Izuku had given it earlier.
The whines weren’t the only noises within the room. Unlike Shouto, the other two heroes broke far too easily to hold any interest from Izuku. The other male hero, Red Riot, was a surprise with his natural metabolism. He had already worked through the quirk dampening drugs and it seemed the redhead had started to regain some control of his limbs. Not that the control made any difference as Spot had already decided to indulge in a different type of fun. The noumu easily had spread the hero as it towered over him, sinking forcefully deep in their successful mount. Although despite the attempts to crawl away as the noumu seemed satiated, there was no escaping with the beast’s knot firmly in place. He still attempted to crawl, as Spot in their dazed state drooled their acidic saliva down onto the hero below. Red Riot was able to use his quirk to harden his skin, but still was slowly dribbling through with a low sultry sizzle. Both blood and spunk coated the floor beneath them as the dripping saliva joined the pool, adding to the slippery floor preventing him from getting any sort of solid footing.
The only other distracting nose that filled the room was the muffled sobs from the female hero Uravity. Her body resting limply in the giant noumu’s hands as it held her torso more like she was a doll with her legs splayed downward as the noumu explored between them and the rest of her body with their tongue. A long drag against her body made her squirm as best as she could as it glided against bare skin that was exposed from her ripped uniform. A singular finger of Demi’s large hands probed against her groin, possibly pleading for entry. Demi’s rather massive cock was present this time compared to last, being a similar width to Uravity’s thigh. There was no amount of prep that would prepare her tiny body for that.
“You’re not going to get away with this.”
The cold statement caught Izuku’s attention, bringing him back to the heterochromia gaze of the limbless hero.
“They’re going to catch both of you and make you pay for your crimes.”
It amused Izuku to see Shouto speak in a manner as if he wasn’t in danger, as if his life wasn’t just one snip away from ending. He was almost daring Izuku that he somehow had some sort of control over the situation, that Izuku wasn’t just going to kill them all and actually use them as some sort of bartering chip. It bubbled a chuckle from Izuku, though he was still himself teetering on annoyance, this was a game that he didn’t mind indulging in to distract himself.
Izuku reached into his pocket for his butterfly knife he liked to carry. He flicked it open easily and tapped at the rope. This particular knife was different from typical butterfly knives as it was a double sided blade with one side being serrated while the other was a clean cut. It made cutting through things a bit more simpler, depending on Izuku’s needs.
“Oh?” he inquired with a smirk, “And how will they do that? Those trackers sewn into your uniforms were removed and discarded in other locations… and I doubt they’ll even find those let alone this place.”
Izuku would have been lying if he said he wasn’t mildly impressed. He could see that Shouto was eyeing the camera that was fixed in his position. The hero’s play was to delay the presumed inevitable until help arrived much like how Izuku had broadcasted such other atrocities. Izuku had done such things before, with a few other of his toys. The only flaw in the hero’s plan was despite the broadcasts being labelled as live, they never truly were. While he did have such an ego for such a thing, he never saw the risk in doing a live broadcast like that for real.
“They will find you…”
“Alright fine, they might.” Izuku interjected, giving an extra flourish of his knife to be a bit overly dramatic to up play the idea the hero had about a supposed live broadcast. “But what makes you think you’ll be alive when they do?”
He could see the resolve starting to slip within the hero’s features. Possibly seeing his research of Izuku hadn’t been through enough to really understand his actions. Either way the way the hero slightly squirmed made it only more enjoyable.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret in showbiz.” Izuku teased, leaning forward in his seat to become closer to the hero as he tauntingly flicked his blade open and closed. “Never believe those little bits at the bottom of the screen that say ‘Live’... besides how do you think I get all the best angles?”
Izuku’s harsh words were followed by a snap and loud screaming. Izuku leaned back to get a better view of the source of the noise. Demi had grown impatient and decided to force the hero Uravity to fully engulf its cock. Although the sheer size of it and the force caused the hero’s pelvis to snap in half to accommodate the size, having her legs even further apart as blood trickled down to the tiled floor beneath. The bulge travelled all the way to the base of her sternum, forcing bile to dribble from the sides of her mouth as she struggled to breath. It would be impossible to fully get deep breaths as the lower part of her chest was being assaulted with each move of her body Demi used to work their shaft. Izuku guessed she’d be most likely dead within the next thirty minutes or so.
The noise made Shouto show some emotion, as he had a mixture of fear and shock. It was almost as if he hadn’t considered the three of them to be tortured at the same time, especially with how focused Izuku was on him. Normally he’d be right, but as he didn’t have all the time in the world, he had to be efficient. Fido had started to wiggle again, trying to force Shouto down its throat as the smell of a fresh source of blood excited the noumu. The extra pool of saliva dribbling from its mouth was evidence enough of its excitement as Shouto struggled to keep his face high enough to not get coated in it as the noumu’s tongue tried to flex to push him further down.
Izuku smirked, feeling the thrumbing of adrenaline that was coursing through Shouto’s veins. It brought a slight ease to feel the panic, a clear sign that he was losing control of the situation. Not to say he had any control to begin with. Izuku rested his elbow on his knee as he leaned forward once again. One hand held his face while the other continued to flick the knife open and closed.
“You know, I was always curious…” Izuku began as his playful grin was paired with tapping the blade at the apple of his left cheek. “About that scar… That’s on your fire side right? How is that there if you can’t burn yourself on that side….”
The question seemed to fall on deaf ears as the glare back intensified, attempting to be strong as he struggled against Fido’s wiggling. It brought delightful goosebumps at the back of Izuku’s neck, especially paired with the burn at the stumps of the other’s limbs. Seeing such vulnerability made it easier for him to continue.
“So… I wondered, it couldn’t have been your old man. But maybe something to do with your ice?” Izuku taunted with a pause as he gauged to see if the other was actually listening. “But then, you had to have gotten that ice from somewhere right? So I did some digging… and found a hospice record… She must have loved you so… so much to do that to her baby boy.”
“Shut it.” Shouto spat back.
Izuku continued to flick the blade in his hand, a slight tingle of joy tingling up his spine. The fire behind those eyes was still there, but now with a new found deep fear. He felt it in the way the other felt sick and what Izuku assumed was dread.
“Oh? You still love her even after that permanent sign of affection?” Izuku mocked as he pointed to where his own eye was. “Or maybe she couldn’t stand the way that side looks like the man she was forced to marry… so she took it out on you.”
“At least… they care.”
The statement was petty and a rather low hanging fruit, but it stirred Izuku a bit. Not so much at the idea that his biological father was out there doing fuck all in support of him or the fact that his mother was nothing more than a faded memory within his mind. No. It was the fact he had lost the only person in recent memory who was the closest to a parental figure he had was now taken away by heroes. Again, his family had been taken away by heroes. It stung, rather hard, but Izuku still tried to compose himself. Although the slip still felt very apparent.
“Yeah?” Izuku’s was voice low and carried more venom than before. “Do you think they actually care? Cause no one is coming to save you… Heroes can’t save everyone… Not even All Might.”
The collar holding Fido back slipped, allowing a few extra inches of leeway for the noumu to move forward and swallow. There wasn’t enough length for the noumu to actually work him down its throat and it held him there. With the hero caught in its throat, the noumu began gagging as it tried in vain to swallow. Izuku could feel the burn of the lack of air Shouto was feeling along with the constricting muscle around his body that demanded to push him down further.
The noumu wasn’t winning this battle as it coughed the hero back up into its mouth. Shouto was still wedged between its teeth as he gasped for air. The burn of saliva was starting to wear through the hero’s skin and what was left of his hero uniform. Tattered chunks collected onto the noumu’s teeth and a few traces dribbled out with the excess saliva and onto the floor.
“As if you lot would actually pull through… jumping in after us like that…” Izuku shook his head. “Do you think they’ll even remember you long after this? I mean look at Grape Juice.”
“You’re still not done?”
Katsuki’s voice rang through and caught Izuku’s attention. He was just entering the noumu containment room from the long hallway that led to their living quarters. His features scrunched in distaste as he peered across the room at Izuku while trying not to take in the whole spectacle that was happening within the room. Izuku knew that he didn’t care much for watching the noumu’s eat, or in this case play with their food, but he seemed a bit off. It wasn’t as readily apparent to the untrained eye, but Izuku knew better. It was possibly due to the stress of it all, as it was affecting Izuku as well.
“I checked those contacts that you left me.” he grumbled, evading his gaze more specifically from Demi and their now lifeless pleasure toy. “And aside from them drabbling on like a bunch of loser fanboys, they haven’t seen shit.”
Izuku began to chew at his bottom lip. He knew how to deal with heroes mobilizing. He knew how to plan around that, as long as he knew what they were doing. But, not this. Not having the slightest idea of what the heroes were doing, if they were mobilizing, was concerning. Especially with the majority of those contacts being centralized around the top ranking pros and their lack of presence after the capture of AFO was beyond concerning.
“They’ll be here before you know it.” Shouto spoke back with his glare ever prevalent. “And you won’t escape from your sick little game.”
Izuku flicked the blade out now with intent, placing the serrated edge to the rope to begin fraying it. “You’re the one who’s treating this like a game… and you don’t even know what my win condition is.”
He worked the cord down to be closed to tearing before standing, making his way over to where Katsuki stood near the doorway. As far as he was concerned he was done. The thrill of this particular game was down to a simmer and his mind, especially with Katsuki present, was in other places. Once he deemed his work on the rope done, he flicked his blade closed and stood.
“Fido, green.”
Izuku didn’t have to look at the noumu to know it was now really trying to pull against the rope. He felt the sharp sting of teeth against his skin before he deactivated his quirk. Izuku knew all too well what would follow as soon as that cord snapped. This wasn’t the first time he had done this to someone before. Izuku was now only focused on Katsuki, trying his best to hide the tired ache and pains of his own body starting to creep with a soft smile. He knew damn well that Katsuki was too perceptive to not be fooled, but sighed with his own type of acceptance. His hand moving to take Izuku’s up to his lips and tenderly kiss at the palm, as if trying to urge the other to follow him.
“You could have… been a hero…”
The voice was neither Izuku or Katsuki, but rather the hero that was under the noumu near them. The remark was more toward Katsuki than Izuku, as they both gave the redhead their focus as he still had some spark left in him to keep going. Katsuki was staring down, his impatience every present as he silently dared the hero to speak again and demand further of his undivided attention. Izuku wanted nothing more than to pull Katsuki out the door with him, but the tensing in his jaw made him think otherwise. The redhead was barely holding on, the pools of acid dripping from Spot’s mouth now eating away at the hardened epidermoid layer of skin and made its way further down into the muscles and bone. But he still struggled, peering up at the both of them.
“We… were in the same intro exam.” Red Riot struggled to say through clenched teeth. “You scored the highest and I was… the second…”
“What makes you think I’d remember someone as pathetic as you.” Katsuki stated coldly. He had let go of Izuku to crouch in front of the redhead.
Izuku knew the words had gotten to Katsuki, just by the way he was acting. Although he had never asked once on how Katsuki did on the UA entrance exam. It was as obvious as day, now thinking about it, that Katsuki would have passed every other part with flying colors.
“Let me tell you what I learned after that exam.” Katsuki spoke in a controlled but dark tone. “Heroes don’t win. They proclaim they do by locking the bad guys away, by keeping the cities safe… but that’s horseshit. They don’t bring justice, they just follow a status quo while their own blunders in the name of keeping people safe are seen in the name of just cause.”
He straightened up, but his eyes were still sharply on the struggling Red Riot. IT looked as if he wanted to interject, but Katsuki continued.
“You see, the thing is, heroes are too fucking soft. With how they win, simply defeating their opponent to capture and arrest is not even winning. Allowing people to keep living in the name of defeat, makes you look weak. As if you didn’t have the strength to have an undisputed victory in the first place.”
Katsuki reached up and placed his hand firmly over Red Riot’s mouth, being mindful to not get any acid onto his own hands. The hero tried to squirm free, but with Spot still atop of him and holding him in place, it was futile.
“Who knows… maybe in the next life you’ll make better choices.”
He didn’t wait for a response, blasting into the other teen’s mouth. It wasn’t all too powerful, but it was enough to sear the inside of the teen’s mouth and lungs if he had decided to try and breathe. Izuku also knew that one from some experimenting that they had done. He dropped his hand, watching as the teen flopped downward to be face first in the mix of fluids that coated the tiles beneath him. All it did was just make Katsuki grumble in disgust.
“Quit fucking around and eat your damn food.” Katsuki ordered the noumu before moving to leave the room.
Katsuki’s back was to the noumu, possibly to evade seeing Spot actually start eating, but Izuku could see everything clearly. The blast wasn’t enough to actually knock out the hero, only shock him as he was trying to regain what little of his composure he had. Spot, on the other hand, wasted no time bending forward to clamp down onto the hero’s head and upper torso. The room filled with muffled screaming as more acid poured from its mouth and down the rest of the hero’s body. Izuku was transfixed at the sight, the way the other’s screams were muffled through the creature’s maw. Izuku hadn’t seen Spot actually latch down in such a way before and he felt it a slight waste to not have his quirk tapped in to see how that really felt. Especially with how Spot seemed to now forcibly pull, almost attempting to rip the weakened pieces in two.
Before Izuku had a chance to decide whether or not to try and use his quirk, Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the wrist and pulled him out of the room. The door became a silencing barrier to the sounds from where the noumus were. The white walls and fluorescent lights became a palate cleanser to their senses as they stood in silence. Izuku could still peer through the glass and watch, but was more captivated by the look Katsuki had when he blasted the hero in the mouth. Even though he had seen him do that a few times before, this particular time left him a bit breathless and as if his heart had skipped a beat.
All restraint failed him as he forced Katsuki downward into an abrupt kiss. Their difference in height became ever apparent as he pulled him town with a sharp yank almost toppling Katsuki off balance. He felt Katsuki’s surprise, his tension quickly dissipated as he deepened the kiss, pushing the shorter teen’s back against the closed door. Izuku licked at Katsuki’s lips, urging them to part, but the older teen pulled back.
“I only came down here cause I was trying to use some of the stockpile we couldn’t take with us as a treat… and you know how much I hate cold food.” Katsuki spoke low, in an almost threatening growl.
All it did was send delightful chills down Izuku’s spine. His desire to be pushed against the closed door and picked apart was outweighing his desire to consume any type of food. A smile bubbled up along with a low chuckle, as he couldn’t hide his more playful desires.
“Not my fault my boyfriend gets me going after doing such… hot things.” Izuku teased, bringing his hands up to pull Katsuki into a kiss once more.
He seemed to resist at first, but gave into Izuku’s advances. Although Izuku wasn’t simply leaving this as a simple kiss. He bit down hard on his own inner lip, drawing blood as he coaxed it out of his own mouth and into Katsuki’s. He fought against gravity, determined to paint the entirety of Katsuki’s.
It seemed to be enough to get Katsuki interested, as his tongue now prodded further, as it was determined to lap at the open wound before it fully healed. It sent warm tremors through him to feel the other moan in delight of the taste. Katsuki’s hands found their way under Izuku’s shirt. His hands were frighteningly warm, and once Izuku remembered what one of them did earlier, he wanted more than just Katsuki’s touch against his skin.
Yet as soon as Izuku desperately wanted more, Katsuki stopped. He pulled away, Izuku’s blood painting his lips a deep red that dribbled down his chin. Although watching Katsuki lick his lips to savor the taste only made Izuku hungry for more.
“Well, you’ll just have to wait for dessert like a good boy.” Katsuki teased.
“Too bad… that I’m a bad boy.”
Katsuki only responded with an audible click of the tongue. His eyes still demanded that Izuku stop joking around, knowing full well that they both knew what he meant. Almost further demanding such respect, Katsuki’s hand came up to pinch at Izuku’s nose.
“Yeah yeah, you little shit.” Katsuki grumbled, only getting a whine out of Izuku. “And I was doing double duty of research and cooking while your ass was down here fucking about-”
The loud splat against the one way mirror halted both of their trains of thought. It wasn’t apparent on what hit the window, but it left a definite viscous coating across the majority of it, obscuring both their views as the thicker bits began slowly dribbling down and out of view.
Katsuki had already started walking back up to their main living quarters. “Hurry up before I lose my appetite entirely… and it is your turn to clean that shit up.”
Izuku didn’t really give a response as he slowly trailed behind. He caught a glance of Spot licking at the window, much like a suckerfish in a tank. He shrugged, moving to keep up with Katsuki as they went back upstairs. There probably wouldn’t be much to clean up anyway, there never really was.