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It was a warm summer’s evening within the city. Street lights started flickering on across the streets as the last of the intense sun had set nearly an hour ago. Many of the streets were buzzing with activity as people flooded the streets leading to the downtown in preparation for the unveiling of a new memorial statue that was to stand tall and center in front of city hall. There had been talk of this event for weeks now, and many news channels and other types of press and cityfolk were all excitedly waiting for the unveiling to start.

However the current atmosphere in the air did nothing but annoy Katsuki as he changed from watching the streets below to his companion meticulously work a few pieces of electrical equipment. City hall was several blocks away on the flat cityscape as Katsuki and his companion were the rooftop of a downtown apartment complex that barely was eight stories tall. From this building they had a clear vantage point of the city plaza and a clear scope of the crowd of people that nearly pooled from the impromptu staging.

Katsuki groaned, pulling at the fabric of his white dress shirt that was hungrily clinging to the sweat on his body. He had unbuttoned the stiff fabric down to his sternum and rolled the long sleeves up to his elbows in hopes of exposing enough skin to cool himself. However this effort was in vain, and the way the fabric was sticking made the heat even worse. This was partnered with his fitted dark maroon vest that held the shirt even closer, but with his current company, he was fighting his senses to remove the garment. For what the two were “keeping up appearances” for was beyond him.

His crimson eyes scoped the surroundings once more. The heat rising from the concrete and asphalt below distorted the view slightly, causing the sight to almost be flickering of lights like discolored manmade stars. The oddity was bewildering yet strangely mesmerizing. Growing bored of the landscape once again, his eyes went back to observing his companion, who seemed to be putting the last finishing touches on his equipment. From the looks of it, there was a telescope like apparatus connected to a small monitor. He watched as a gloved hand flicked the switch to bring the monitor buzzing to life, bringing the podium from the presentation below into view. A blonde brow raised in question, watching the other still fiddle with other bits of wiring, wondering how the other could possibly still be so prim and proper in this heat in that suit. His sleeves were down to his wrists, tie snug around his neck with every button in place, just the sight was making him become even warmer.

And with that sight, Katsuki’s patience was waning.

“It’s way too hot for this shit. What are we even doing here?”

Green eyes met his, sparkling dangerously the way they did when he had a scheme in motion. His features changing from concentrating to a dangerous but loving smile.

“Kacchan I told you it’s a surprise.” the words rolling off his tongue with a hint of tease, “We just have to wait a little more.”

Katsuki leered at Izuku, still pondering in the back of his mind how the other’s locks weren’t sticking to his head with sweat. It was far too hot for this, and there were plenty of other things he’d rather be doing with his evening. A new addition onto the list was storming and destroying equipment in the news facility that put out the article that called him a deranged psychopath. While it was a new option, it was outweighing his usual escapades of getting people to argue with each other back at the base. Sometimes the entertainment would last for a few minutes, other times hours. The last noteworthy triumph was slipping gloves on all of Shigaraki’s hands to make them look charred and decayed, which naturally went into suspecting Dabi. Took nearly four hours for the two to stop fighting and calm down before they realized that nothing was actually damaged, and Katsuki couldn’t help but laugh internally the entire time.

Although the current top of the list was one that usually stayed near the top. With their current surroundings, his mind played with the thought of bending Izuku backwards over the edge of the safety railing and plowing him into ecstasy. The pleasured screams and moans would probably echo off the streets rather nicely, and it didn’t help Katsuki’s curiosity as to what they actually sounded like. Katsuki clicked his tongue as he scooped Izuku’s form, other ideations of how position Izuku over the railing playing in his mind. Maybe he’s save that for later, after whatever the heck the green haired curly top had in store for them.

He heard Izuku flick on a radio, noticing the broadcast was that of the man who had taken center stage at the podium. Katsuki’s grumbling protests halted once Izuku draped his arms over the blonde from the back, nuzzling into his neck. Even though Katsuki was a good three inches taller, it didn’t stop Izuku from attempting to drape his form affectionately over the blonde.

The broadcast was your standard, run of the mill, speech. Thank you all for gathering here for the unveiling of, blah, blah, blah. We’re erecting this monument because… I don’t care. Long winded talking because I, the person currently speaking need to look important. The long and short of it was they were erecting some hero monument commemorating service to some heroes that had recently retired or had fallen in the line of duty. However, Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to even give the time the speaker was using any shred of respect.

“It is too hot to be sitting here like this listening to this windbag.”

And truth be told, having Izuku wrapped around him like a blanket was not aiding to his current discomfort.

At the sound of Katsuki’s complaints, Izuku chuckled. He stroked his fingers under Katsuki’s jawline, nuzzling once again into the crook of Katsuki’s neck.

“Come now, patience is a virtue.”

“And I ain’t no fucking saint.”

“Hmm… True. You’re my grumpy god of destruction.” Izuku cooed, kissing the exposed skin of Katsuki’s neck that halted any hopes of protest from the blonde. “But it shouldn’t be much longer now. Gotta wait for the opportune moment.”

The last bit caught Katsuki’s attention. Opportune moment? For what? He didn’t see any type of rifle with the rest of the equipment, and besides, the presenter didn’t seem like anyone noteworthy. At least noteworthy enough to waste ammunition on anyway. Maybe some sort of automated set up elsewhere? He watched as on the screen they were preparing to pull the sheet to reveal the statue, not realizing that Izuku had removed his embrace and was now standing beside the blonde and fishing a small box out of his pant pocket. Katsuki had only realized the object in Izuku’s hands as it was opened with an audible click revealing a rather simple, but pronounce button inside.

“Care to do the honors?” Izuku hummed happily, presenting the button much like someone trying to tempt a child with candy.

Katsuki eyed the button and pushed it right as the cloth fell off the statue revealing the gotty piece underneath. His eyes immediately shot up to the sky as it became alive with fireworks. A frown formed on his features as he straightened his posture, watching Izuku put his hands behind his back and rock lightly back and forth on his feet.

“You planned fireworks? Really?”

Izuku, still filled with mischievous giggles, walked over to the edge and leaned onto the railing to inspect the streets below. “That’s not it… It should… be starting… right… about… now.”

Katsuki felt the rumble below them, which prompted him to move to peer over the railing as well. His eyes swept the streets, noticing the smoke seeping from manholes and sewer grates. There was another series of rumbles, each more pronounced than the last. Sewer grates and manholes flying into the air as explosions and columns of fire burst from the ground. The streets and sidewalks were cracking from the force, becoming uneven as hot violent gushes of air and smoke spewed from the ground. The explosions were almost rhythmatic, moving from far away from the event and moving inward from every street that enclosed the path to city hall.

The noises had cause some in the crowd to stir, but screams of panic had already started as some voices in the sea of chaos tried to take charge in hopes of guiding some to safety. Their voices became part of the larger chaotic symphony of sound, filled with car alarms, sirens, and crumbling debri. Everyone was spreading from the once organized group of people into a sea of frantic dots running every which direction, much like ants losing the scent of their leader. The explosions now filling the main plaza sending cars, trees, street lamps, and people flying. However as soon as it hit the plaza, the city hall itself burst into a fiery explosion, leaving only a smoldering shell as the explosions subsides, letting the sound of chaos lead the night.

The radio had long gone silent, not even the casters in the station had picked up the broadcast yet. The horizon flooded with the burning glow of the city streets below as the night sky grew darker from the blooming pillars of smoke across the sky. A few audible screams and cries for help now pronounce enough to be heard amongst the rest of the devastation.

However, Katsuki couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by the scene around them. It was a horrid display of malice and destruction that his imagination couldn’t even fathom. The way that mangled bodies flailed into the air with life ending impacts, the way the buildings crumbled after being exposed, and the way metal contorted with relative ease. Every horrid yet glorious detail that went beyond his expectations, he couldn’t help but gawk.

The disappointed whine that came from Izuku caught Katsuki’s attention. The shorter teen displayed a pout that clearly matched someone who wasn’t happy with the outcome. It was similar to that of someone who had made a domino effect that didn’t fall perfectly in line with the picture they wanted to create. His green eyes met Katsuki’s, still with their mischievous glint that had not yet been satiated, followed by a playful sigh.

“Hmm, not nearly as beautiful as what you can do Kacchan… but, Happy Anniversary.”

Katsuki stared at Izuku for a moment before pulling him in by the tie for a rough kiss. Of course he knew what today was, and he had a few plans for later, much later. However judging by Izuku’s current actions, he wanted this dance to be all day, and Katsuki couldn’t help but oblige. With how long they had been together, Izuku knew one way to get to Katsuki was with some sort of elaborate scheme that led to bloodshed, chaos, and smoldering ash. Katsuki sucked onto Izuku’s bottom lip and bit hard enough to draw blood. He couldn’t help but enjoy the copper taste as it danced around his tongue, and the sight of the red stain left on Izuku’s lips. A devious smile trickling across his own.

“Definitely just as beautiful.” Katsuki spoke lowly as his hands caressed Izuku’s sides. “Is there anything else you want to do? The evening is young.”

Izuku smiled as he gestured toward the edge of the building. “You see that office building down the street? Third one from the left?”

Before Katsuki could reply that, yes he could see the building in question, it ruptured with another strong explosion similar to that of the one from city hall. There were a few startled screams and the sound of panes of glass shattering against the concrete below. The blonde’s attention shifted back to Izuku who was now playing with Katsuki’s shirt collar, exposing more skin to the warm air.

“Didn’t like that building in particular?”

Izuku leaned forward to kiss at Katsuku’s chest, taking a few moments to lick slowly at the exposed skin. “Not exactly. Remember that awful article from that reporter last week? The one that wrote… that? I just wanted to voice my opinion and I-”

He was cut off by Katsuki as he lifted Izuku by the hips to have the smaller straddle him as he slammed Izuku’s lower back against the railing. His leaner legs instinctively wrapping around Katsuki’s lower back to not only grant easier access, but to provide balance and support. His arms wrapping around Katsuki’s neck, a pleased grin on his face as he lightly grinded his hips against the blonde’s.

“My my, someone’s eager.”

Izuku’s tone was almost taunting, filling Katsuki’s chest with light anger laced with lust. While this game was closer to normal for the two of them, it didn’t make it any less thrilling.

“How can I help it if you keep pulling shit like that? I might just take you right here and now over this railing.”

Katsuki’s growling statements send Izuku into chuckling. It’s low, controlled, and with the look that was across his freckled face he was giving Katsuki, it makes the blonde’s heart race. He leans forward to almost have them nose to nose, their eyes maintaining eye contact.

“Oh… I was expecting you to. And on the rubble of city hall, possibly where that reporter’s office was, and maybe a few others. But… as you said. The night, is still, young. And we’ve got limitless possibilities.”

Katsuki grinds into him with a bit more force, earning a bucking response from Izuku as he adjusted the hold he had with his legs. Izuku can’t help the playful smile still across his lips as he soaks up the animalistic and lustful stare from the crimson eyes he adores.

“Keep talking like that and I will wreck you.”

“Hmm…? Do I really need to beg? Usually you do what you want… so… What’s stopping you?”

Katsuki envelops Izuku’s mouth for another rough kiss, continuing to grind their hips together. A slight moan escaping his throat into Izuku’s as he feels tugs through his unruly hair. If Izuku was going to play that game, then he was going to fight back, and he was not going to play fair. With a free hand, as Izuku was already using his legs to hold himself in place, Katsuki reached up to tug at the other’s tie by the knot. He felt a low moan against his lips as he trailed a finger down, slight surprise at the fact the buttons on Izuku’s shirt were actually snaps, as if part of a larger part of the smaller one’s plan. Katsuki ripped at the shirt, a barrage of popping snaps like firecrackers before pulling it aside to expose what the blonde was after. Katsuki pulled away from Izuku’s lips to lick at the newly exposed shoulder. After one strong stroke from his tongue against the muscle a familiar ring comes from within Izuku’s pant pocket that causes Katsuki to scowl.

“Don’t answer that.”

Katsuki practically growls the threat, his teeth trailing against Izuku’s shoulder. He felt Izuku shift to grab the device from his pocket, feeling the sigh that left the chest he was over.

“You know I have to. I’ll try and make it quick… ah- Yes?”

Izuku answered the phone, and in protest Katsuki bit into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Izuku pulled at Katsuki’s hair, knowing all too well how the blonde liked to be handled. Izuku put the phone on speaker and slipped it into his vest pocket, allowing him to use both hands to balance himself.

“GREEN BEAN! GREEN BEAN! Was that you earlier?! It was so pretty~!!”

Katsuki growled as he decided he wasn’t satisfied with one set of teeth marks and clamped down again in another spot. Of fucking course Toga would call them now. The bitch had no real sense of privacy or modesty, in the majority of cases.

“Mmm yes, that was us Spikey Buns. Although we’re a bit busy now, you know how Boomstick doesn’t like to wait.”

They used code names over the phone. They learned the hard way that most calls were monitored to trigger an automatic record and gps response to certain words in their database. Heroes were really starting to stop organized crime, but as always they were already several steps ahead. The last time Toga had accidentally said “Deku” over the phone, an entire swat force had stormed each location of their phones within three minutes. That was something that they needed to avoid.

The other end of the phone was bombarded with sounds of yelling and a few clamours of what could be presumed cutlery and furniture. However after a few moments it became obvious that Toga had lost the phone as her whining was now in the background.

“Where, the fuck, are you?”

It was Shigaraki, and he did not sound happy in the slightest. Izuku could feel Katsuki bite down on his neck, and still feeling his frustration, but he too did not want to be held up too long.

“Outside with a nice view.”

He could hear the rage building on the other end of the phone, which couldn’t help the fact that he was enjoying toying with Shigaraki as much as he was enjoying how Katuski was just not letting up on his assault upon Izuku’s neck. The blonde was now hungrily gnawing at Izuku’s neck, just on the underside of his jaw, and was not letting up on hitting the points that were causing Izuku to moan softly.

The two could easily hear Shigaraki’s patience snap, if either of them actually cared, “Get back here now.”

Izuku couldn’t help but roll his eyes. While yes they were under the same collective team, so to speak, Izuku was not directly under Shigaraki. All for One had decided to pick him up as well, those five years ago, and both Shigaraki and Izuku were on equal footing as far as Izuku was concerned. Shigaraki was just acting like an older brother, demanding the other to fall in line.

Izuku pulled Katsuki’s head away by the blonde’s hair, exposing his neck. An annoyed sigh escaping Izuku’s lips as he pressed them against Katsuki’s skin, right along his adam’s apple. “We’ll be back when we’re back. We’re busy.”

Izuku sucked at the skin, enjoying the feeling of Katsuki fighting a moan under his lips. Another soft moan came through as Izuku took light licks against the fragile bone. A frustrated snarl rang through the phone, and Izuku smiled. After another series of frustrated growls he heard Shigaraki break, much like Izuku anticipated.

“You know what? Fuck it. Stay out for all I care. If you two aren’t back at the the extraction point in ten minutes, then you’re walking home.”

There was a click on the phone, earning a forceful affectionate kiss from Izuku against Katsuki’s neck. The smaller teen pulled the blonde’s hair tighter letting his nails lightly scratch the scalp.

“Now where were we?”

Izuku’s eyes scoped Katsuki, but something was off. He could feel the muscles tense, and the way his posture went more defensive. It was a subtle enough to cue that Izuku read loud and clear. He released his hold both on the railing and on the blonde’s hair while leaning forward to have his chest flush with Katsuki’s. Izuku hooked his chin over Katsuki’s shoulder, subtly looking around to see what triggered such a reaction from him. However as soon as Izuku even had the chance to see, Katsuki held him tight and lept to the side. There was a clash of metal hitting the ground where they were.

As soon as they landed, Izuku released his hold and spun onto his feet, preparing himself for an onslaught as well. Katsuki was hunched over, leering menacingly as several sparks cascaded across his palms.

“I have had it with these fucking interruptions.”

Izuku straightened his collar and fastened a few buttons on his shirt, the last thing he needed was Katsuki being fueled by jealous rage for someone eyeing his chest. His green eyes scoped around to notice a figure standing a few yards ahead of them. After a once over, Izuku sighed and adjusted his cuffs.

“I didn’t expect Wavelength to be here. Usually you’re on the other side of the region, no wonder they found us so quickly.”

Izuku eyed the hero carefully, watching their movement. The hero was a younger woman, probably early twenties. She was head to toe covered in her hero uniform that was colored in more subdued grays. They had designs that resembled frequency waves wrapping across her torso and limbs.

“Although, if you’re here…. That means…”

Izuku cut himself off to throw one of his concealed throwing knives behind him to hit another hero who was trying their best to jump the two.

“Soundwave shouldn’t be that far behind.”

The hero that was several strides behind Katsuki doubled over in pain, the knife sticking through his right hand as he held it at the wrist. This hero was a guy who had a matching head to toe uniform as the other hero. His had a few more colors to it, but only a few. Both the heroes were about the same age.

“And without your sonic clapping… I doubt Wavelength can reverberate much damage. Unless you want to shatter your hands in hopes of producing some sort of frequency.”

Izuku’s smirk was all telling, his eyes dangerously flickering in the low light as he eyed the hero with his knife still embedded in his hand. Soundwave was trying to remove the blade, but it was stuck, the type of knife that Izuku used was slightly hooked on the blade to cause more damage being pulled out then. He could tell Katsuki was staring venomous daggers at Wavelength who was now tentatively taking defensive steps backwards. Izuku produced two more knives from his sleeves and lightly nudged against Katsuki.

“Probably three minutes till more show up. Let’s clean up and continue somewhere more cozy?”

Katsuki smiled, his grin growing even more menacing as his crimson eyes sparked almost as violently as his hands.

“Tsk, of course. Like we even need two minutes to take out the trash.”

Chapter Text

They made it to the extraction point with over three minutes to spare. They decided to simply disarm the two heroes and be on their way. Izuku had always described heroes like fruit on a tree, picking them early was never a wise decision, they always were sweeter if they ripened first. The extraction point was several blocks from where they were and as the chaos had drawn heroes toward the rubble, it was a simple escape. Within the alley they waited, the dark quiet surroundings creating the perfect cover.

Katsuki stretched, waiting was never his strong suit. He couldn’t help but stare at Izuku who was now straightening his cuffs and shirt. The way he was moving reminded him of the other’s muttering and mumbling problem, as he could vaguely hear words escape the freckled boy’s lips. This time the words of choice were that of a song he remembered hearing on the radio a few weeks back. There was a coy smile across his face, not reflecting the bloody action a few minutes ago.

Katsuki felt a slight chill across his features. He reached up to button his shirt slightly and then to roll his sleeves back down. It was once he finished rolling his sleeves that he came to the realize it was much cooler than before and the light smirk across Izuku’s features. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, his mind coming to the realization of why it had been so much warmer earlier. He stormed over to Izuku and picked the teen up by his collar. Izuku merely sported a playful smirk across his freckled features.

“Oh you little- no wonder it felt like 100 degrees on that damn roof.”

Izuku’s smile grew even more sly and his lids fell heavy upon his eyes. He could feel that the tip of his feet were just barely brushing the floor. He couldn’t help but enjoy the grip the other was giving him.

“Hmm… how could I help it? I just love the way you look when you sweat.” Izuku hummed as he watched Katsuki’s glare intensify.

“I’ll just have to punish you when we get back.”

Katsuki leaned forward to kiss Izuku when they both heard the familiar sound of a portal forming behind them. Their kiss was a brief peck before moving to walk through the black mist. Their teleportation was instantaneous from the dark alley to the dimly lit bar. There were a few others already gathered within the quiet bar. There were two seated on a lounger that were already deeply engrossed in conversation, and just from listening they could tell it was Toga and Twice from the high pitched giggles and the flustered speech.

The two were usually chatterboxes, conversing on even stranger things if one were to pay attention to the subjects. Izuku walked over to the lounger sitting opposite the two and took a seat with Katsuki not far behind. As soon as Katsuki sat down, Izuku leaned onto the blonde, resting his head on the other’s shoulder. Katsuki glanced down at Izuku, catching the light expression of boredom across his features. Nothing from today went anywhere near as planned. While when Izuku told him that they were diverging from the original plan, he pegged it as a normal idea of ignoring an “order” from Shigaraki to go out and about and have some funn. The fact that some sort of mission was going down today that neither Katsuki nor Izuku cared too much into the details to remember specifics was not something that they felt so keep them inside on a nice evening.

Katsuki eyed Shigaraki, who was sitting questionably calm under the current circumstances. The silver haired man was quietly perched on a barstool positioned perfectly between the two loungers from the bar. Katsuki could tell easily that Shigaraki’s red eyes were staring at him from behind the pale disembodied hand that covered the rest of his face. He could also easily tell from the other’s composure that he had not calmed completely from the phone call from earlier. Katsuki shifted his back against the lounger, causing Izuku to shift into him again, noticing now that Izuku too was scoping out Shigaraki.

“Stop it the three of you. I am not cleaning up the bar again after one of your stupid tantrums.”

Katsuki clicked his tongue as he watched Dabi move from his position of leaning against the far wall to stand behind Toga and Twice. The tall man’s piercing blue eyes staring at both parties before giving an annoyed grumble under his breath. For the most part the entire main group was here. Kurogiri behind the bar table, standing slightly behind Shigaraki. He leaned forward slightly, most likely to whisper some sort of calming words to the calm the gray haired one down.

Katsuki would have lied if he said he didn’t notice the dangerous low chuckle from Izuku as the smaller one stretched against him. There had been a rivalry between the two chosen heirs of All for One, and Izuku wasn’t going to be some pushover. With the quirks he was given to him from All for One, the matchup between Izuku and Shigaraki was interesting to say the least. While Shigaraki had the ability to disintegrate anything he touched with all five fingers, Izuku had hyper regeneration paired with the ability to transfer pain and any other sensations to anyone who he has had direct skin contact with. Needless to say, Shigaraki learned really quickly on how much his quirk hurt others.

“Oh…? Are you daydreaming again?” Izuku muttered as he drummed his fingers on Katsuki’s knee.

The two of them had been paired like this for the past three years, but it felt like eons. They both had such an understanding for the other that they could almost communicate on body cues alone. Katsuki felt a slight prick against the tip of his fingers, knowing that Izuku was digging his own nails into his fingers to get Katsuki’s attention. Katsuki lightly rubbed his shoulder which was enough to get the smaller teen to stop.

“Seems like everyone’s accounted for… Should we begin?”

Kurogiri’s voice abruptly stops all conversation. While both Toga and Izuku tended to constantly interrupt debriefings, they quickly learned if they didn’t then the meetings would go by quickly.

“We were able to infiltrate the base and get a copy of the hard drives. We’ll be able to know the placements of the hero distribution within the next couple of days. Although at this point we’re unsure who the heir of One for All truly is.”

Kurogiri’s voice was calm and concise. He was the one that normally gave the briefings, keeping to the points that needed to be addressed with his usual professional behavior.

“For now, we’ll be disbanded till we crack the hard drives. Toga, we’ve collected several samples for you to do some recon work in the meantime. See if you can collect some intel or word on the street of some hero movements in some areas. Midoriya and Bakugou, we brought back captives for you to interrogate for any additional information you might be able to get from them. They’re already situated within the compound. Twice and Dabi, I have no special instructions for you two, but if you are able to find more recruits to join us, bring them here as always. If there are any questions during our disbandment, just contact each other through the normal methods.”

After Kurogiri was done talking, everyone took it as meeting adjourned. Shigaraki, for the lack of interest of the current company, walked to the back room with Dabi following suit, but out the main entry. Katsuki could feel the shaking excitement from Izuku plus the low muttering of different methods of torture to use under his breath. Katsuki couldn’t help but relish in Izuku’s excitement, and ruffled a hand through his unruly locks.

“Some of those sound fun… so don’t forget.”

Izuku leaned back to look at Katsuki, a sly and playful smile across his features.

“Oh? Tell me which ones…”

Before their exchanges could get much beyond playful banter, a pillow flew across the room smacking both teens in the face. Katsuki grabbed the pillow and flung it back at the assailant while Izuku starred pouty daggers.

“Oi! You know the rules. No PDA in the common space.” Twice stammered as he had caught the pillow and put it down next to him on the lounger.

Toga giggled, exchanging glances between Twice and the couple seated across from here. She didn’t care that much about the two love birds being all cuddly, she just saw it as natural. Izuku’s smile grew, almost teasing the two seated across from him.

“Oh, like we haven’t broken any of the rules.”

Katsuki could feel Izuku chuckle as a slightly mortified expression came across Twice’s face. It was relatively easy for either of them to fluster him, especially with how unstable he could be at times. Izuku stood and rummaged through his pockets to pull two vials of blood to give to Toga. Even though they had disarmed Wavelength and Soundwave, it didn’t stop Izuku from collecting vital samples. Izuku and Toga were friends of sorts, and Katsuki didn’t mind her as much. As long as she understood Izuku was his. Katsuki fought the slight smirk that came across his face as he noticed that Izuku’s bare hands touched Toga’s. The blonde took the moment that Izuku was distracted to button his cufflinks and put his own gloves back on.

Katsuki stood, catching Izuku’s attention. “Let’s get going. Don’t you want to meet the new toys Deku?”

Katsuki enjoyed the excited sparkle in Izuku’s eyes as they walked through the new portal that Kurogiri provided. They were soon in their own personal base, a bit more industrial and home-like, but theirs. Most of the floors and walls were polished concrete that almost looked like marble. There were simple but more modern style furnishings. A smaller couch and a few plush chairs arranged for a seating area in one spot of the large space before trailing over to what was used as a dining area with a nice longer rectangular table and a few chairs. The space was a rectangular as well, the farthest wall from them had a closed off kitchen and a walkway that led to the sleeping space. One wall was lined with huge rectangular windows that, if it were day, would allow the natural light to pour in greedily. The wall opposite that was covered entirely by bookshelves that housed them on seemingly every inch.

Izuku stretched, enjoying the feeling of being back home. The dimly lit room only lighting the essentials as to not trip. Izuku noticed Katsuki had walked into their kitchen, and then heard the distinct sound of a gas burner on the stove flick into life. Izuku’s mind was wandering on the long to do list of what different methods of torture to use. Izuku had only made it to the dining room table, letting his fingers trail the wooden surface before heard footsteps behind him.

“Kacchan… what do you think of-”

Izuku couldn’t even finish his thought as he was forcibly slammed against the head of the table, slightly drug so that his legs were dangling off the sides. Before Izuku could react, he felt sharp pain through both his hands as well as the sound of blunt contact with the table surface below. He felt Katsuki above him, leaning his weight into the handles of the carving knives that pierced Izuku’s hands. He could see the wild and animalistic stare that Katsuki was giving him, but Izuku only gave a frustrated sigh.

“Kacchan, we just got this table replaced last week.”

“All the more reason to break it in, don’t you think?”

Izuku hissed as Katsuki put more weight onto the blades. While Izuku was use to this type of wound, it didn’t make it hurt any less. Izuku stared daggers at the blonde, and after trying to activate his quirk, he quickly became aware of the situation he was in. While this wasn’t all too alarming to Izuku, he just became more frustrated. As the smaller teen’s legs were still free, he gave a sharp kick at Katsuki’s stomach. However much to his dismay, the blonde was already prepared and had grabbed it by the calf.

“Is that a way to properly treat your lover on the night of our anniversary?”

Izuku froze, watching Katsuki carefully as the blonde knelt down just out of his view. WIth the sound of stretching tape from the roll, they usually kept several spread around the house in case of emergencies, he felt his leg secured to that of the table. He felt Katsuki make short work of the other, reappearing from beneath the table to run his gloved fingers across Izuku’s chin.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” Izuku whined, he had a love hate relationship of how Katsuki’s gloves felt on his skin.

He felt Katsuki pull lightly at his lip before he could hear a light chuckle from the blonde.

“Because this is suppose to be your punishment… remember?”

Izuku felt Katsuki’s hands reach for his tie, then hoist the fabric up to have its knot shoved and tightened into his mouth. Izuku gave a few grumbling whines in protest as he attempted to nip at Katsuki’s fingers as the blonde shoved more of the fabric into Izuku’s mouth.

“Now, that’s enough talking from you. I need to spoil my sweet Deku.”

Izuku could do nothing but stare at Katsuki. He could see the unsatiated lust from earlier resurfacing within those crimson eyes. He watched as Katsuki removed his vest and pulled his own tie from its pockets. However, once he felt his head lifted and the vest folded and placed over his eyes, he started shaking more in protest.

“Now now Deku,” Katsuki said hoarsely as he started tying the vest with his tie as an impromptu blindfold, “Don’t spoil the fun before it’s hardly begun.”

Izuku felt Katsuki’s finger sharply tug down the center of Izuku’s shirt, causing the snap buttons to undo with relative ease. He could feel Katsuki also undo his vest, then push the fabric to the sides, exposing his chest to the air. He felt hands running down his sides, feeling them hook into every indent. It was almost tantalizing, but as soon as the caressing started, it stopped.

Izuku could hear the light whistling of a kettle from the stove and felt Katsuki leave from towering over him. Izuku took this as an opportunity to test how well his hands were pierced to the table, and to his dismay he couldn’t wiggle the blades free. It only seemed for a moment that Katsuki had disappeared into the kitchen, but had returned and Izuku could hear the placement of objects onto the hard surface near him. Izuku’s ears picked up the sounds of dripping water, and before he could really process it, he felt dripping onto his chest.

The sensation was overwhelming. The scalding hot water digging trails as is it danced over his chest, each drip carving its own path on his skin. He couldn’t help arching his back, causing new trails up and over his shoulders while others trailed the length of his torso. His regeneration was making quick work of the burns, the cooking skin quickly healing in mere seconds after the water had landed, but it left it slightly more sensitive to the touch. In addition to this, and much to his dismay, after every moment of relief a new drip and burn started. It was an assault on the senses, and Katsuki wasn’t making the onslaught something predictable. Izuku could feel Katsuki was moving the area of where the drops were landing while the other hand was wiping away the droplets that were pooling on his chest and stomach.

Izuku shifted a few more times, feeling his cheeks flush hot while he could feel himself growing ever harder within his pants. He squirmed further as pleading muffled moans escaped from his mouth. He could have guessed that Katsuki noticed as the droplets subsided.

“My my… it seems as if someone is enjoying their punishment…”

Izuku swears through the gag, wanting to see Katsuki after his playfully purred statement. He could imagine the domineering lustful look that the blonde normally sported when he had control like this. He could barely fight the whining moan that escapes next, and he can hear Katsuki chuckling.

“Hmm… I wonder what my Deku wants… It can’t possibly be this.”

Izuku felt himself rub against Katsuki, aiding the need for some sort of friction. Yet, the next moment he felt a large splash on the center of his chest as it splatters droplets across his torso. Izuku can feel himself short of breath, arching his back in such a way to grind more into Katsuki. Izuku can feel himself becoming a mess of needs, wanting nothing more than Katsuki to have his way with him.

Izuku could feel a forceful rip at his pants, the tearing of fabric sounding as if some sort of blade was used. A slight sigh of relief as he felt his erection bob freely. He felt Katsuki tug at the tie in Izuku’s mouth, freeing it so Izuku could speak. However, all Izuku could muster was breathless panting. He could feel Katsuki’s still gloved hand curl under his chin, and his thumb rubbing his lower lip. There was a slight pause, Izuku finally slowing his breaths as he felt the forceful rubs from Katsuki’s thumb.

“Now my darling Deku… Will you sing for me?”

Izuku felt the hot water trail down his length. A pleasured scream left his lips, a noise he had long forgotten he could make. Katsuki’s fingers sliding into his mouth, toying with Izuku’s tongue. Izuku can feel more hot trails down his cock, making it all the more sensitive. Before he could realize it, Katsuki removed his fingers from Izuku’s mouth to then prod at Izuku’s ass.

Izuku wiggled and bucked further as Katsuki managed to insert the two fingers in. Izuku could barely think coherent thoughts. Not with the way Katsuki’s fingers scissored inside of him, nor with how he was still trailing delicate trails of hot water down his cock with the occasional droplet on his chest.

“Tell me what you want.”

It takes a few tries before Izuku can properly hear the question. It takes a few more tries through a few moans to have the sentence come out of his mouth.

“Ah-Kacchan… I-I want to see you.”

The request halts everything from the blonde, which caused near quiet pleading and begging from Izuku. Fingers removed from within him, and the dripping onslaught subsiding as well. It takes a few moments before finally he could feel Katsuki lean over him then the pressure from the secured vest leaving his face. However once the fabric was removed from his face, he felt Katsuki enter him in one forceful thrust. Izuku’s spine was not touching the table, a quiet shuddering moan leaving him once his lungs were able to refill with air.

Katsuki only gave Izuku a brief moment to catch his senses before continuing to thrust. Izuku tried to activate his quirk once again but swore when he couldn’t, realizing that Katsuki must have thought of that and was wearing a condom. At first it was painfully slow, lightly rubbing each spot Katsuki knew that drove Izuku wild before picking up the pace.

“I thought you wanted to see me.” Katsuki teased, making each thrust slightly more forceful than the last. “Yet here you are not even able to look.”

Izuku tilted his head to look down at Katsuki. Izuku didn’t have to see to feel the change in pace this issued from the blonde. Their eyes meeting and Izuku could see the predatory like hunger kept within Katsuki’s features. The blonde was still fully clothed, and Izuku swore mentally, Katsuki was being extra careful this time. However his eyes trailed further to see a dish towel held between the blonde’s hands. A toothy grin spread across the blonde’s lips and Izuku felt his heart skip.

“Finally…” Katsuki growled, not breaking his gaze from Izuku, “Now do you like what you see?”

With that Katsuki rang out the hot water from the dish towel, causing it to splatter across Izuku’s torso and proceeded to pick up his pace. Izuku was practically gone, his entire mind turning to mush. He felt himself close to orgasming, and suspected Katsuki was close as well, considering the harsh almost painfully greedy thrusts. With only a handful of thrusts, Izuku felt himself come undone, the pleasure of his release blinding his vision slightly. By the time he regained his senses, he could see Katsuki leaning over him, breathing heavily from his own orgasm.

“Still wish we could have done it on the rubble of city hall, but you know I’m not that picky as long as I’m with you.”

Katsuki leaned forward to kiss Izuku. The freckled teen taking no time to start up his quirk so that Katsuki could feel everything. The blonde hummed with delight, breaking the kiss to stare drunkenly at Izuku.

“What a nice afterglow.”

Katsuki leaned forward to kiss at Izuku’s chest, reaching up to pull one of the knives from the table with a hard yank. The second one came out with relative ease as well, as he set one on the table and kept the other to use to cut the tape from Izuku’s legs. He started moving backward, finally pulling out with a light moan before kneeling down below the table. Izuku sat up and rubbed at his hands, eyeing the holes as they healed up with relative ease.

His green eyes peered over just in time to see Katsuki remove the condom and tie it off before the blonde started working on cutting the tape securing one of his legs to the table. Izuku eyes darted over to the knife left on the table and a small smirk crept on his face. As soon as Katsuki released one leg, Izuku drove a knife into his own, which caused Katsuki to buckle over.

“Deku what the hell?!”

Izuku cut the remaining restrained and hopped from the table to kneel next to Katsuki.

“When did you become so weak?”

Izuku stared at the angry blonde as he simply smiled back. Izuku’s lips parted to lick at the knife he was holding, deliberately licking the blade as to cut his tongue. He licked his lips, smearing blood across them and to dribble down his chin.

“Don’t tell me you’re not ready for round two my darling Kacchan.”

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It was the same every single time. The school building was the bleak boring gray that towered into the sky that was just changing colors from the beginning setting sun. The heat from the sun had died down at this point and the shadows casting from the buildings felt pleasantly cool. Katsuki could remember Izuku was with him and that they were bickering about something. They were both tucked away in the shadow of one of the school buildings. They had been asked to leave the office where their parents were now privately talking to their teacher.

Katsuki could remember how pointless he felt the meeting between the adults was. It had irritated him to think that this was another waste of time. He had only, at the time, wanted to toughen Izuku up. He remembered that the mass of curls and freckles was far to soft, too much of a crybaby. Izuku was so different back then, ever so quick to apologize, ever so quick to save face, never wanting to step out of line and not hurt anyone. Katsuki could remember pinning Izuku to the school building wall, some yelling from himself and a frightened freckled face. He, at this point, never remembered exactly why he was yelling or what about. At this point it was completely, utterly pointless.

The explosion that engulfed the school building the two had been within nearly five minutes ago was the one sight that Katsuki had wished to forget. It was the sight of the one thing that ended both young teen’s worlds in an instant. The blast was deafening, erasing everything before that moment. Katsuki remembered how both he and Izuku watched as hunks of building came toppling down to land into the school courtyard below. They were both extremely lucky that they had moved from the building to a safe distance away near the school entry else they would have both been caught in the rubble. Katsuki remembered Izuku attempting to run forward toward the debri, and that he grabbed the smaller teen and held him tightly while pulling him away.

Katsuki could feel from his memory, how Izuku attempted, clawed, to escape his grasp. Deep down the blonde had always known how much of a hero Izuku wanted to be. Yet Katuski’s blood was ice, he knew the outcome of the destruction before them. An outcome that Izuku did not want to believe while being dragged kicking and screaming to safety. Katsuki couldn’t remember exactly when Izuku turned to cry in his arms, or when the tears started trailing down his own face. At this point that was a unimportant detail, but what he did remember was that felt like an eternity. That day their world, everything to them had changed.

What usually followed was the funeral. That god forsaken funeral. At this point to Katsuki the faces were a blur and the words of comfort a jumble of inaudible nonsense. He was seated at the funeral home as more and more classmates, their parents, and other relatives passed through his memory like a heavy fog. He hated the way the stiff black suit suffocated him as he remembered a comforting hand grip his shoulder from a family member. The portraits of his parents were both surrounded by flowers and candles. The actual service he didn’t remember, but just the gathering of people was something that made him extremely uncomfortable and uneasy. Katsuki, while being praised for his quirk, never really got along with other members of his family. Harboring the growing nauseous feeling, he left the entire wake all together to find himself wandering the streets outside.

Katsuki couldn’t remember his thought process on how he actually got to Izuku’s apartment in the first place, but he remembered knocking on the unlocked door to watch it swing open slowly. Izuku was curled up on the floor of the entryway, clutching the funeral portrait of his mother and sobbing. Katsuki couldn’t remember much about the apartment at the time, but it was apparent that no one had come to visit him since the incident had happened. It took the younger teen a moment to calm himself down and greet Katsuki properly as the two made their way to the living room sitting across from each other. Izuku’s face was disengaged and well contained within his own thoughts, his eyes a sorrowed filled mess.

Katsuki couldn’t remember what part of the conversation came first, but he remembered the uncharacteristic loss of hope on Izuku’s face. Through all the years that he had known the teen sitting across from him, this was something that was the most unsettling. Usually, even during the darkest moments, Izuku’s optimism shined through the bleakest of situations. Yet, the Izuku that sat across from him, was anything but that.

“I… talked with my father....” Izuku said weakly, his fingers fidgeting on the frame of the portrait he was still holding. “He’s…. He’s not coming back.”

Katsuki could easily remember the contorting anger on the other’s features. The way that anger then was soft, later on during their later years he could see it twinge in sparks of it resonating deep down here and again.

“He… he said he doesn’t have a son.”

Izuku was choking back tears that were already flowing down his cheeks. Katsuki mainly remembered making his way over to sit beside the teen to attempt to comfort him. The time always passes quickly from here, not quite remembering how it got dark or when. All that he could remember was just the way that Izuku looked. Everything seemed to fade, as he took in the expression, the pure calculating stare that Izuku had on his face. His eyes were blank yet full of so much thought that everything was passing by in a blur as they remained fixated on the ground.

“Heroes are flawed…” he heard Izuku say, his eyes now flickering like emerald flames. “They save people, but that cannot deliver justice to those who rightfully deserve it. Even after being convicted, a villain that has killed so many, destroyed so many things… they still sit the remainder of their days in a cell.”

He still stared at Izuku, the room growing darker so that no light could show any detail of their surroundings, just himself and Izuku. He could feel the sparking rage coming from the smaller teen as he turned to face him, his eyes practically glowing. Katsuki just took in the sight before him, Izuku practically head to toe covered in blood. There was a smile on his face that stretched ear to ear.

“I don’t want to be something that’s flawed.”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped open, a cold sweat covering his body and a shallow breath escaping his lips. These memories were ones that he wanted to bury deep from his mind and especially his dreams. Taking a moment to pause from his frantic breathing, he couldn’t remember the last time he actually visited his parents’ graves and chalked it down on his mental to do list for later this week. These memories always seemed to plague his dreams, both his and Izuku’s.

For Katsuki, it usually contained the events that followed. The empty classroom seats that Izuku left behind and never returning the following year in middle school. His classmates and teachers paid the vacancy no mind, as if nothing important had happened. They had written off his vacancy as something that naturally would happen, that a quirkless child had given up hope, and this made Katsuki sick. Then came the sitting in the office of testing officials, reading off the results of his exams. While they usually started with praise, they boiled down to saying he needed extensive therapy and counselling. He continually kept failing the psychiatric exam, getting multiple marks about how he was mentally unstable and prone to anger issues.

Katsuki pushed himself to sit up in the bed, his body pleasantly aching from the several rounds he went with Izuku before retiring for the evening. Failing the psychiatric exam was probably the biggest blow to himself, as it prevented him from pursuing his dream of becoming a hero. The days following their parents’ deaths, the investigation revealed it was an attack from a rogue villain. Katsuki couldn’t help being keen on attempting revenge against the one that sent his world spiralling. But the fact he wasn’t able to let it go was enough to determine he was too unstable despite his abilities. He couldn’t bring himself to do the therapy, he just didn’t feel right letting go the fact he wanted to avenge his parents.

Katsuki’s eyes trailed to the side of the bed where Izuku had been sleeping before but was empty now. The freckled haired teen always seemed to topple back into his life one way or another. Katsuki remembered the devastating blow that the failure had, and that he was wandering the streets and bumped into Izuku. Well not really bumped into so much as saw the smaller teen intimidating someone in an alleyway. Katsuki couldn’t forget the dangerously hungry malice on his childhood friend’s face. The change in his features was almost indescribable. It was almost relief, joy, and overall happiness. Emotions that Katsuki had thought were long forgotten within himself.

He remembered that Izuku began coaxing him on the knowledge of the whereabouts of their parents’ killer. Saying that he couldn’t go after him without Katsuki, how he wouldn’t go after him without Katsuki. Within the next few days they had stormed the prison that fucker was peacefully rotting away in. Remembering how Izuku mercilessly stabbed that murderer in the chest, splattering blood everywhere as he drew his last breaths and clasped lifelessly onto the floor.

The way Izuku’s face looked with the blood splattered across those freckled cheeks or the way his eyes still hungered for more destruction, Katsuki still couldn’t determine what he loved more. He knew in that moment, that Izuku was something, someone he couldn’t be without.

Katsuki moved to get up from the bed to search for Izuku. That say was the first time they kissed. June 28th. The day their parents died, the day they killed the one who took them away, and the day that started this wild partnership. As Katsuki’s eyes glanced at the electric clock on the bedside table, that was yesterday as of a few hours. He willed his body to move as he walked the quiet apartment. Making his way out of their bedroom his eyes met with a standing quietly beside the window.

His hair was still a wild mess standing in several directions as his hands gingerly held a cup of what he presumed was tea. Katsuki sighed as he walked closer. Izuku was a boy of habits, and this was one he usually followed when the freckled teen was anxious.

“Couldn’t sleep as well?” Izuku muttered with his attention still outside the window.

Katsuki moved forward still, wrapping his arms around the shorter teen from behind as he slotted his chin around the side of Izuku’s neck. He felt Izuku nuzzle backward in the embrace, releasing a comforting sigh from the shorter teen. His own red eyes gazing out the window to see the water pouring over the cliff outside from their building.

It was from the unmanned water treatment facility within a nature reserve’s reservoir. It was one of the many properties that All for One owned across the world through different aliases. This one was less populated from the mainstream nature trails and as it contained a natural reservoir no crafts or people were allowed within the water. Their base’s main bulk was under the massive lake and was virtually undetectable for within the walls rather than the building’s mass.

The main thing was this concrete fortress was virtually written off as a main water treatment facility that ran itself on the water turbines and self generated power. Topping that off with the fact that no one really traversed here without Kurogiri’s portals, it was virtually unknown that the place was inhabited.

Katsuki felt Izuku lean back in his embrace, causing the blonde to greedily squeeze at Izuku. A light waft of bleach and other cleaning smells assaulted Katsuki’s nose. It was normal for the freckled teen to compulsively clean when he was upset, most likely tending to the dining table and the floor from their escapades from earlier.

“Did you have the dream too…?” Izuku muttered, partially dazed as he took a large sip of tea.

Katsuki leaned into Izuku to nod into the teen’s shoulder. He felt Izuku heave a sigh, but knew it was one of relief from the tone.

“You too… I see.” His words trailed off into almost a whisper. “It’s crazy to think it’s been five years already.”

Katsuki nudged into Izuku again. It was baffling to think already five years had passed. Everything that had happened was during their early teens, and it was strange to think within the next month that they’d both be legal adults. Funny to think that merely four years ago was their first shared kill and moments later their first kiss. Katsuki tucked his head down to kiss at Izuku’s nec. Izuku contently hummed as Katsuki continued his tender assault on the skin.

“Come back to bed… I was lonely.” Katsuki mumbled through light kisses against Izuku.

He could hear Izuku smile as one of the teen’s hands raised to pet through the blonde’s thick locks. This is what Katsuki longed for, nights with the two of them together where they could ignore the rest of the world’s bullshit and just be. He liked these calm moments with his Izuku, damn the world, the teen in his arms was his world. Not only that, but Katsuki’s and Katsuki’s alone. They understood each other, how deeply rooted their pain and troubles were. Katsuki reflected on how detached Izuku was the moment he first saw in the alleyway. So disengaged from himself, almost as if a shell filled with calculated rage and malice. Then the moment Izuku’s eyes met his he saw a spark ignite, almost like flipping on a switch and he came back to life. Katsuki felt it too within himself at that time as well. They anchored each other and balanced each other out. The two of them were both unstable entities on their own, but together they became nearly unstoppable.

Izuku curled back against Katsuki more which jolted the blonde back to his senses. After this many times he could tell, could feel what Izuku was thinking.

“I took care of our guests. Made sure they were comfortable… fed the babies…” Izuku trailed, “And I was thinking of what to do tomorrow… Kacchan I can’t decide.”

Katsuki listened to Izuku trail off, muttering fondly of the different ways of torture. From needles, to knives, to acid, and other methods. Honestly, he was amazed to hear some of the creativity spewing from his mouth at these wee hours of the morning. Katsuki leaned forward, lightly nipping at Izuku’s neck causing the curly haired teen’s words to come to a stuttering halt.

“We can worry about specifics later. Now can we go back to bed?”

Katsuki tried his best not to sound too demanding as he watched Izuku set his cup upon the windowsill. He felt Izuku turn in his arms to look at Katsuki, the smaller teen frowning at him. There was a pause between the two, Izuku studying the expression on Katsuki’s face. One of his hands cupped under Katsuki’s chin to pull the blonde forward into a tender kiss. Almost as soon as the kiss started, they parted.

“Don’t push yourself too hard. You need rest for tomorrow.” Izuku muttered, their lips still close enough to brush over each others as he spoke.

Katsuki leaned forward to kiss Izuku, attempting to be a bit more persuasive. He could feel Izuku resisting, the other’s posture on the ridgid side.

“I know my limits.” Katsuki grumbled as he pulled back to stare Izuku in the eyes.

“As do I, and you seem to keep forgetting I can feel when you aren’t at 100%.” Izuku shot right back, the displeased look setting across his features.

“And you keep forgetting mental fatigue is a thing.” Katsuki shot back, watching the slight contort in Izuku’s expression that he knew as a tell from the shorter teen that he made a valid point. “I guess that settles it… back to bed for the both of us.”

With that, Katsuki hoisted Izuku up and carried him out of the living room and back into their bedroom. Katsuki could tell with the way Izuku’s body felt in his arms that he had stopped fighting despite the grumbling sigh. Once back, Katsuki fell backward onto the bed, holding Izuku to fall on top of him. Izuku still held an unamused look while Katsuki sported a sheepishly cheesy grin.

“I could have finished those four identity reports so that we can just get to the fun stuff tomorrow.”

Izuku was still staring at the blonde, hoping to get some sort of response out of him that would change his mind from keeping him from working. However, he felt Katsuki pull at him to bring himself to be chest to chest with one another.

“If you’ve started them already, then they shouldn’t take too long to finish in the morning with my help.” Katsuki mumbled calmly as he stroked a hand through Izuku’s hair. “We got four this time?”

Izuku nodded, resting his head against Katsuki’s chest, “Yeah, from the basic info I already got. All pro level heroes stationed near the new preliminary license exam site for this year downtown.”

Katsuki snapped his tongue, causing Izuku to glance up inquizically. Their eyes met briefly before Izuku could feel Katsuki shift into the mattress and pillows underneath himself to get comfortable.

“All the more reason to sleep.” Katsuki muttered, poking at Izuku’s nose. “That means actual sleep. If I catch you muttering about ideas again I will sew your mouth shut.”

Katsuki closed his eyes, but he didn’t need them to know that Izuku’s mind was firing off in several directions. Thankfully no words were being muttered, but the blonde could feel the other lightly shake from what he presumed was excitement.

“Say… Kacchan… how do you think it would feel to have your elbows sewn to your knees?”

Katsuki fought back a groan. Once Izuku started one of these chains, it was nearly impossible to get him to stop. Well, nearly impossible, but Katsuki did not have enough energy to distract Izuku’s current fantasy.

“Like… that plus what kind of string? A nice yarn or tightly woven rope would be ideal because of its porous properties and the opportunity for clotting within. Or would a plastic type thread be better for less chance of infection for longer duration?”

“Deku…”

“And to counter that… corset piercings. Same principle but could be more practical. Plus they look so much prettier and we can do mesh bindings between body parts or even entire body weaves.”

“Deku.”

“Or we can bind people together and wrap them with a bow. The possibilities ar-”

“Izuku!”

Izuku’s eyes shot up to see Katsuki leering at him. Normally Izuku wasn’t intimidated by the blonde’s piercing gaze, but paired with the usage of his actual name prompted that the blonde was dead serious.

“Go, the fuck, to sleep or I am duct taping you up and throwing your ass into the bathtub.”

Izuku attempted to pout in response, but Katsuki had already shifted his position and closed his eyes. Izuku scooted up further to rest his head against Katsuki’s upper chest, feeling the blonde’s arm wrap around to hold him. Izuku tried his best to calm his mind, listening to the steady beat of Katsuki’s heart to lull his mind to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day.

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Izuku sat patiently on the wooden chair within the barren room, his arms folded as he had a contemplative stare ahead. He was wearing one of his normal suits, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie secure neatly around his neck with his vest buttoned properly. He was always one for appearances, it was the sight and delivery that made everything ever so sweet. The patience game was one that Izuku thrived at, waiting for the delicious pay off of watching someone crumble from well timed blows to their entire being. It was a game that Izuku had attempted to teach Katsuki on several different occasions, but failed every single time on the part of Katsuki’s lack of patience. At this point he just went with the flow.

He shifted in his seat, attempting to keep his appearance menacing. The room was pretty much barren of furnishings, with the exception of the chair he was sitting in. The walls were pristine and clear of any type of markings, but were dark concrete. The floor was tiled with several finely grated drains lining the floor like a grid. The ceiling had large windows covered with water, as they were under the natural reservoir that their base was located on. The light from the early morning trickled in through rippled patterns through the water as they danced across the floor. There were a few lights that were lit, helping add extra lighting, but everything reflected the overall mood. It was a room filled with shadows, bleak, and cold.

The main focus of the room was the figure suspended in the center. They were connected to two metal beams that stretched the entire height of the room. Only the figure’s arms were connected to the beams, allowing their feet to just barely rest on the tiled floor below. The person was still out cold, but Izuku could easily tell the sedatives were wearing off from his calculations. There were a few stirs from the figure and Izuku let a deviously dangerous smile spread across his lips. Seeing the person come to life and struggle against the restraints lit a pleasant tingle within Izuku. His favorite part of the game was about to begin.

“About time you woke up.” Izuku teased, watching the figure bring their attention to himself.

When he had first entered the room, he had activated his quirk while the other figure was still unconscious. He could slightly feel the strain and fatigue the other had, yet it interested Izuku to see just how far the other’s limits were. Izuku held in his hand a small crafting knife, nothing too big or fancy. He was turning the blade in his hand, eyeing his captive carefully. He usually prefered the simple stuff when it came to close encounters like this. Izuku straightened his posture, broadening his shoulders to subtly present more control. He could tell from the leer that the other was not going to yield much in conversations, not yet.

One particular part that Izuku enjoyed was watching the thought process of captives. They struggle first against the bonds as they process their situation before trying to activate their quirks. But they could not. Within their facility they had a type of disabling serum that was developed for the use of dealing with unstable quirks for medical purposes and medical treatment. They had a supply to disable almost an entire city’s district worth of adults, but they were using it in reserve. When the quirks didn’t activate, it was usually an onset of panic. Realizing that they were now without the powers they had grown accustomed to all their lives, and now at the mercy of their captor. Being at the mercy of Izuku’s whims and interest, being especially well informed heroes that knew all about his wrap sheet of misdeeds, crimes, and habits. Truth be told if Izuku needed them dead, they would have never woken up. Frankly, most would have wanted it that way.

“Now that you’re awake and comfortable….” Izuku murmured playfully, “Tell me Kamui Woods… it isn’t like them to randomly attempt to beef up security. What’s going on? What are they hiding?”

Kamui Woods struggled in his bonds, his costume obscuring most of his face, yet Izuku could still see the twinges of fear in his eyes. Fear of the unknown, Izuku surmised, but it was still oddly thrilling nonetheless. Izuku wasn’t sure how much information the hero was given, but based on the sole fact that he was the most senior of the group they were able to capture, it was easily deduced that he would know the most.

“Ahh… not much of a talker as per usual.” Izuku sighed, moving his hands to his lap, still hiding the knife from view. “I’ve overlooked your records. Pretty impressive, but a man of few words.”

Izuku took the blade and glided it against the pad of this thumb, making a deep cut. He watched as the man hissed in pain, attempting to move his arm and hand where the cut had been made on Izuku. The teen smiled as he brought his bleeding thumb close to his face, watching the blood dribble down it and drip onto the floor.

“Hmm… there are ways of making anyone talk.” Izuku mumbled teasingly, bringing his thumb to his lips before taking a long lick at the cut.

Izuku made sure to fish his tongue into the wound, watching Kamui Woods squirm further, but evade making much of an audible response. Even with the licking, Izuku felt the wound healing underneath his tongue. Once it healed, he moved the blade down to cut at the skin under his nails, making sure to wiggle the blade before removing it. Izuku wasn’t pleased with the hissing noises the hero was making, but he was determined to make that change. The sounds Kamui Woods was making were a bit mild to his current liking, but with every instrument, you need to learn the range first.

Izuku intently watched as he fished the knife under his nails, noticing how little it affected the man in front of him. He always enjoyed the learning part. Learning how to dismantle years of complicated facades till he watched them crumble compared to the soon to be broken empty shells of the person they once were.

Izuku knew the limits of his own quirk and while he was able to transfer the majority of the pain, he could still feel slight twinges of his body acknowledging the wounds. He had grown use to these minor sensations, and they grew even less jarring when he inflicted them upon himself time and time again. Izuku had already moved down to his palm to cut at the grooves in his hand, enjoying the buttery smooth way the blade sliced into his flesh. He was too focused on the way he was cutting his hand to notice the footsteps behind him. Izuku only noticed once he felt the tell tale feeling of a blade being lodged into his shoulder, right through his dress shirt and into his deltoid muscle.

Izuku winced, cutting himself unintentionally deep. The hero in front of him nearly choking out a suppressed whimper in pain. Izuku leaned back and leered at the culprit he knew all too well. He felt the blade being removed from his shoulder followed by a set of lips kissing and suckling at the would. Izuku could only muster an unimpressed sigh and a roll of the eyes.

“Kacchan… you had three others. This one was supposed to be just mine.” Izuku grumbled, as he eyed Katsuki still smuggly suckling at the healing wound on Izuku’s shoulder.

The blonde pulled away, his eyes meeting Izuku’s in a semi seductive stare. The blood staining Katsuki’s lips a vibrant red as it dripped down the corners of his mouth and down his chin.

“They were boring.” Katsuki whined in a subtly teasing tone that was more for their guest than Izuku. “They barely lasted a light beating, so I thought I’d come and help you with the interesting one.”

Izuku bit the inside of his cheek hard, momentarily forgetting his quirk was targeted on Kamui Woods, but didn’t care. He was fighting the urge to smack Katsuki for being smug. Yet, the blonde turned his attention to the chained hero while still wearing his dangerously smug grin.

“Although, I must say, that senior year trainee lasted fairly long.” Katsuki mocked, leaning over the chair Izuku was in to venomously stare at Kamui Woods. “UA tends to make the strongest punching bags.”

Something stirred within the hero, like the lighting of his flame of honor and justice. He fought against the holds, the will to continue on and be free held within his eyes. Izuku smiled coyly, driving the blade in his hand into his inner thigh like a pin cushion. He left the blade, taking a moment to flick the hilt.

“Hmm… maybe a tag team wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. He seems to really like you.” Izuku hummed as he wiggled his toes to cause the muscle to twitch around the blade.

Izuku felt Katsuki grab at the blade handle and give it a firm twist. Izuku slightly winced, knowing his own limits and where specific arteries and major veins were. The two of them were well practiced, knowing the intricate details of how fast Izuku would regenerate and how specific parts of the body regenerated. Izuku took a moment to mentally judge how the other was taking the pain. He was a bit baffled before on how Kamui Woods was virtually unscathed before, but the deeper cuts and wounds were effecting him more. Izuku wrote it off as something to do with the hero’s epidermoid layer of skin having the sturdy consistency of tree bark.

Izuku felt a kiss at the side of his neck at Katsuki pulled the knife out of his leg. The two of them tended to come to the same conclusions rather quickly, so Izuku suspected that the blonde already had picked up on this minor nuance. He was still trying to pick apart what was going through the hero’s mind. Kamui Woods was no rookie, he had several years under his belt. He was going to be exceptionally hard to crack.

“Alright… How about I start us off on what we know.” Izuku said calmly as he offered his arm to Katsuki to encourage the blonde to focus his attention to the exposed skin. He waited for his partner to start the long delicately skillful strokes with his blade before he continued speaking. “We know that ever since the beloved number one hero joined the teaching faculty at UA there have been multiple changes to how things have been run for upcoming heroes since three years ago. Now I think we can both agree the increased security at the testing site might have something to do with that right?”

Izuku could see the tears welting in pain on the corner of the hero’s eyes as well as their mild flicker of horror. Katsuki had taken the knife and cut down in between Izuku’s fingers exposing more of the phalanges compared to the webbing of the hand. This area healed quickly, but he could tell that Kamui Woods was still in stock from the sight of the wound paired the pain.

“Possibly someone they want to protect above all else?” Izuku humed as he ran the different options through his mind as Katsuki trailed the knife in spirals down his arm. “Or maybe it’s a farce, cause he hasn’t chosen anyone yet.”

Izuku went back to thinking, feeling Katsuki take a few experimental slices with the blade to carve intricate designs into his flesh before they healed without a trace. There were other areas that also had extra security at the same time. It was possible they were creating multiple areas of interest so that there was no way to actually attack the real one. Yet, what they were protecting seemed to be more important compared to all the reports before.

There was an electric chime that echoed the room as one of the higher monitors that was hidden in the wall came to life. After a few moments it illuminated and displayed the contents of an email.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we were finally able to locate the correct recipe from the several cookbooks we were given. It seems that we purchased the wrong type of apples for the tarts for next week’s baking get together. We’ll buy the replacements, but you might want to use the other ones for something else.

Izuku sighed, well this definitely made things truly anticlimactic. The message was coded, obviously. The gist was that they already cracked the hard drives and found the leads they wanted. They were to simply dispose of the heroes they had. His attention moved to Katsuki who had stopped carving on Izuku’s arm and his attention was on the message as well. Izuku could feel Katsuki’s growing impatience, a sort of calling card for the blonde. It also annoyed Izuku as well, being told they can do whatever they please to get information then just to dispose of them. However, they weren’t instructed on how to dispose of them and that’s where the fun could be had. Izuku leaned back in the chair and relaxed, letting his mind wander through the possibilities on how to proceed.

“Compose response.” Izuku said flatly as he staw the voice recognition light turn on under the monitor. “Thank you for finding the recipe. We already started making tarts with the apples you gave us. We’ll tell you the results to see if they work well like the original recipe. See you next week.”

As Izuku stopped speaking the message automatically sent. His own eyes moving to Katsuki now eye to eye with Kamui Woods, running the flat of his blade against the hero’s cheek. There was a devious smile on the blonde’s face, only accentuated with Izuku’s drying blood across his lips.

“So… As we got the okay to dispose of ‘em… you have any special ideas?”

Izuku contemplated Katsuki’s question, knowing all too well with the way he was trailing the knife over the hero’s body, it was his way of displaying he already had something in mind. Izuku took a moment to enjoy the predatory yet meticulous scowl that was on Katsuki’s face before the blonde had turned his attention back to Izuku with a smug inquisatory grin.

“I do have some ideas…” Izuku trailed softly crossing his legs in his seat as he sported his own teasing grin. “But with a look like that on your face… I’m far more curious on what you have in mind.”

There was a minor pause, where Katsuki wasn’t expecting to be given control like this. HIs expression darkened, red eyes returning to their target with the knife playfully twirling in his hand. Katsuki brought the knife up to one of Kamui Wood’s wrists before taking a decent vertical slice roughly an inch long from the hero’s wrist down the forearm.

“I know how much you love your experiments… so I thought we could do one here.” Katsuki said as he reached over and did the same length cut on the other forearm. “As both his arms are above his head, the likelihood of actually bleeding out from a minor wound like this is rather slim…”

Katsuki had trailed off, his eyes now focused on Izuku as he walked over and straddled the teen in his seat, taking the knife to cut a superficial cut across his neck. Katsuki licked at the wound, trailing up to kiss at Izuku’s earlobe, lips brushing the skin.

“That is, if he can keep calm and focused.” Katsuki slyly whispered, “Maybe we can give him a challenge.”

Izuku felt the blade dig into his shoulder and scrape at the joint. Katsuki was still licking at Izuku’s neck, putting pressure with his tongue on the newly healed skin which made Izuku gasp at the friction. The clanking of the metal holds rattled behind them and a rather angry gruff groan filling the silence.

“You two are psychos.” he huffed, the near silent sound of blood dripping onto the hard tiled floor below.

Katsuki twisted his torso, to peer over his shoulder at the chained hero, his legs still straddling Izuku. The blonde had removed the knife and held it in his hand. Katsuki moved said hand toward Izuku’s face, shoving his index and middle finger into Izuku’s mouth. Much to Izuku’s delight, Katsuki was without gloves. The taste of the blonde’s explosive sweat was the pleasant mixture of dangerously numbing to the senses sweet, and it filled the entirety of Izuku’s mouth.Even though Izuku could judge by the tells of what was to come, it didn’t stop Izuku’s slight jump of surprise from the timing. Katsuki had let a small spark ignite from his fingertips, igniting the sweat in Izuku’s mouth. Izuku could feel the stiffening sear across his tongue as both the taste and smell of smoked flesh blanketed the resonate part of his transferred senses. There was a jerking shrill from Kamui Woods as his body slammed in protest from the pain, and his head whiplashed back and forth trying to search for relief.

“I forgot when we actually gave a fuck on what you had to say.” Katsuki spat venomously as he gave the hero an equally poisonous stare before returning to Izuku.

Katsuki could still see the trails of smoke leaving Izuku’s mouth as he removed his fingers. Izuku’s expression was dazed before it morphed into discomfort as he turned to spit on the floor, pieces of charred tongue bouncing on contact as the organ had already healed. Katsuki cupped Izuku’s chin to bring the teen up for a kiss, his tongue exploring Izuku’s mouth for the new mixture of lingering tastes.

“That always tastes so weird.” Izuku sighed as he broke the kiss and took the knife from Katsuki as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Maybe you want to play somewhere else?”

Katsuki backed himself to watch Izuku unbutton his shirt and vest back to peel the fabric back to expose his chest. Izuku took the knife and with experienced maneuvering, cut into his stomach to peel the skin aside to provide an opening to the inside cavity. Kamui Woods was making held back screams through clenched teeth in protest, but both teens were enwrapped within each other’s eyes. Katsuki was letting the tips of his fingers grip at the edge of the opening.

Katsuki’s eyes kept to Izuku’s as he leaned in for a kiss as he slid his hand into the opening. They had done this before, countless times, Katsuki’s hand maneuvering carefully across organs as not to disrupt their placement too much. While even if Izuku’s entrails spilled across the floor wouldn’t be fatal, any serious damage to them would put the freckled teen out of commission for at least half the day. Something that should be avoided, with all the other work that needed to be done around the base.

Izuku was panting, both from the numb dampened pain he was feeling and the flush running to his cheeks. Katsuki searched Izuku’s eyes for any sign of distress before moving to kneel between Izuku’s legs. Halfway through kneeling Katsuki had managed to squeeze his other hand inside. The screams from the hero behind them fell upon uncaring ears along with the growing rhythmic sound of splattering blood droplets upon the ground. Katsuki felt Izuku’s hands grip at his hair tightly as his own gently slid in between coils of intestines. It was all warm inside, not much blood was coming from the entry cut as it had already partially healed and was trying to connect to the other side. Yet the way Katsuki was positioned made the healing of the wound harder.

Katsuki tilted his head down, wanting to do more. His teeth making their way to skillfully unbutton and unzip Izuku’s pants. He was halfway through pulling Izuku’s hardening cock out of his underwear before he felt a stiffening grip on his hair to bring his gaze upward. Katsuki’s gaze met Izuku’s needy expression just in time to see the mild relief of the freckled teen’s cock bobbing free from his underwear.

Katsuki smiled, pushing his lips against the base as he pushed a hand deeper to rub against the muscle encased bumps of Izuku’s vertebrae. He felt Izuku buck forward, noting the contortions inside from Izuku’s hitched breathing. Katsuki still felt it ever present as his tongue trailed up Izuku’s length, allowing his lips to suck at the tip. He could hear the distinct beating of Izuku’s heart with the growing splattering sound of droplets upon the tiled floor behind him.

To both Katsuki and Izuku, it was hypnotic. Katsuki bobbing his head up and down as he took Izuku’s cock into his mouth. Katsuki’s hands were still searching inside Izuku, putting pressure internally on muscles that normally went untouched. Letting his fingers lightly pinch and squeeze on various sections of the intestinal tract. Izuku was fighting back moans, his diaphragm constricting the deep breaths Izuku’s body desperately needed.

Katsuki kept his gaze on Izuku, his pace quickening as he felt the warmth from Izuku’s rise. Izuku was clawing at Katsuki’s scalp, encouraging the increased pace. He could feel that Izuku was close, the way his hips were wanting to thrust up into Katsuki’s mouth. Katsuki’s calloused hands gripping hard at the lower intestine as he took Izuku’s entire length into his mouth. Izuku came only moments later, Katsuki swallowing what he could of Izuku’s cum.
Izuku was panting hard, but relaxed as Katsuki pulled his hands out of Izuku’s chest. As the wound closed, Katsuki pulled back letting Izuku’s cock exit his mouth with a satisfying pop. Katsuki brought his hands to his face, licking the blood off his hands while turning to gaze at the hero.

Kamui Woods was motionless, but judging from the still steady flow of blood from his wrists that he was still alive. Katsuki pushed up and walked over to the motionless hero, still licking at his hands before checking the hero’s pulse. It was there, but weak. Katsuki merely frowned.

“Well that didn’t work.” Katsuki hissed as he reached at the back of his waistband. “How fucking boring.”

With that, he pulled a longer switchblade from his belt and plunged the blade into the hero’s chest. With a gurgling wheeze, he fell motionless hanging fully by the restraints. The only sound filling the room was an amused chuckle from Izuku as he went to fix his dress shirt. Katsuki still appeared rather annoyed, but now more so from the undertones of mockery from Izuku.

“Well… it was a good attempt Kacchan. We’ve got more time to practice.”

Chapter Text

It had nearly been an hour since their earlier escapades. Katsuki had spent the time hosing down the room while Izuku was tasked with disposing of the body. The latter wasn’t all too difficult, in fact it was one of the things that Izuku found interesting in their odd routine.

He had already drug the body into the next set of rooms they had prepared. Most of the rooms were identical to the room they were in previously, with the exception that these four were connected to a large holding/sleeping area. It was where Izuku kept the babies, his noumu. There were four of them with various quirk combinations and sizes. They weren’t like the ones Shigaraki had, which were specifically geared toward fighting top heros like All Might and Endeavour, to name a few. No, The noumu that Izuku was given were geared toward specialty tasks like insurgence, area control, and recon.

They were already pretty well trained, Izuku took extra care and pride in their extra training. Their training included consuming human flesh, among other things. One of the noumu, who Izuku had dubbed Chibi due to its shrinking ability, was gnawing and ripping at Kamui Wood’s remains. It resembled a human’s body in build, the proportions tall and lanky, but strong nonetheless. It had claws, and an exposed brain much like most noumu. Chibi had already ripped off one of the legs from the corpse in the middle of the room and was rather content gnawing on it in the corner of the room.

Izuku had long been on the other side of a wall, looking in from a two way observatory mirror. All of the noumu were well trained enough to not harm either himself or Katsuki, else suffer the consequences. His attention shifted when he heard a loud bang from the next room. It was a bit louder in that room, the lifeless carcass of the hero Mount Lady was thrashed about the walls in similar fashion to a ragdoll like chew toy. The noumu within these walls Izuku called Fido, and with good reason. Its build was closer to that of a lion mixed with a bull. It walked primarily on all fours, large skull with a crushing jaw that resembled a mixture of a crocodile and canine. It also had short sharp horns that Izuku had trained the noumu to use like a battering ram. Much like a crocodile, it liked to roll and throw its food about. Most would hope to be dead or have the first through when Fido flung them about to kill them. Most would hope that it did, but the majority of the time it didn’t.

Izuku wasn’t all too interested in watching the noumu thrash its food about, and he proceeded to walk further down to the next window. It contained a noumu that was similar to the build of Fido, but smaller. This one Izuku called Spot. This particular noumu was better suited for stealth as is it could climb walls and camouflage much like a chameleon. However, this one could also spit acid, and it had already made the body of the hero in its room indistinguishable. This particular noumu was nearly half way up the wall, chewing on the body’s ribcage with crushing teeth.

However, Izuku felt the slight pressure around his body, which brought his attention to the last room where the hero that was inside the room with the noumu was still alive. He figured as much as that particular noumu appeared to be asleep when he threw the nearly unconscious soon to be victim into the room. It soon became Izuku’s current focus, fueling his cruel curiosity. What was even more so cruel was the last live one was not fully a hero, but a hero trainee. From what Izuku could tell, this guy had been selected for sidekick with this particular group of heroes due to his previous internships with Mount Lady. Unfortunately for Izuku, for trainees there wasn’t all too much information out there with the exception of hero debut articles in papers due to active heroism on the trainee’s part. Most of the information on newbies like this were under medical and school records that tended to be kept under strenuous lock and key.

The teen’s hero name was Grape Juice, or known from the license they pulled and school ID for UA as Minoru Mineta. A final year student who would have been making his way into normal heroics, presumably under the same company he was sidekicking at. Getting ready to graduate and become a hero fighting villains in the real world. Putting his quirk to the test on the challenges that would be to come in his glimmering future. That would have been easily the case if he hadn’t been captured and now locked in a room with one of the largest noumu that had been made.

This particular one was at least fifteen to eighteen feet tall and human like in build. The musculature was close to how american football players were built, very top heavy in terms of strength and bulk. Rippling muscles all through its body all the way down to its legs. This particular noumu, which Izuku called Demi, not only had strength enhancement quirks, but mild shape shifting and hardening quirks as well. This particular one was very protective of both Katsuki and himself, which was great for defensive procedures.

Izuku perched his elbows on the windowsill of the last observation room’s two way mirror. He could clearly see the horrific scene in front of him play out. Noumus were strange, but they had all contained a predominant physical sex. In most cases, it mirrored the base physiological structure of the parent body before the quirk transfer and splicing experiments took place. This was why Chibi was mainly female while Fido and Spot were mainly male. However, Demi was different. Demi’s base biology was spliced, hence containing both sexes on a complete DNA level, allowing with ease the morphing and switching of genitalia. At this particular moment, Demi was presenting itself as female.

Izuku watched with curious eyes as he saw the noumu scoop up the squirming bound hero to be with one hand that could easily grasp him tightly. After the few years he had been within the possession of these noumu, Izuku had learned a lot about them. While the majority of cognitive thought processes were gone, they still felt the basics of emotions and desires. They got hungry, they got tired, they got angry, and after a discovery on one of them being ‘playful’ with a corpse, Izuku realized they felt sexual desire as well.

It soon became a game of observational experimentation, watching the carnal desires play out on unsuspecting victims. Watching how hunger affected the noumu’s behaviors, among other things. Yet, due to the turn of events, Izuku had fed the noumu earlier, not expecting the need to dispose of corpses this soon. But that didn’t stop his growing curiosity on how things would play out.

Izuku leaned forward on his elbows, his current curiosity mirroring that of a child with a new fish in the tank. Demi was sitting on the ground, Mineta in one hand and the other opening the folds of its labia. Izuku could see the teen’s frantic expression as he squirmed in the noumu’s hand. With a careful movement of its hand, it inserted the teen’s legs into its hungrily twitching vagina.

Izuku had used his quirk to connect with the panicking teen before he had placed him in the room. He was becoming slightly bewildered and entranced with how strongly the noumu’s internal walls twitched and kneaded to pull the smaller teen’s body deeper. He could see, he could feel every pulse and twitch up to his waist, watching with hungry curious eyes as the noumu pushed at Mineta’s head to shove him deeper. Izuku watched as he disappeared, watching the bound at the wrist hands as the only things visible wiggle and claw and squirm. Izuku felt the suffocation, heart excitedly pounding in his chest.

As the noumu pulled the would be hero out, Izuku felt the pseudo burning relief in his lungs. The air that was rushing back into the other’s body that was frantically panicking and starved for air. The joyous burn, the pressure, all sending his own senses into a tissy of wants and needs. He felt a slight shortness in breath, a delightful chill going down his back. Izuku felt a hand trail down his back as a chin hooked around his shoulder, nuzzling into him.

“My my… what have we here?” Katsuki teased as he leaned into Izuku, fishing his hands forward to reach around him and rub against the front of his groin. “How naughty… Getting turned on from something like this.”

It didn’t take long for Katsuki to fish one of his hands below Izuku’s waistband to grip at his cock directly. Izuku whimpered, his hips instinctually bucking backward against Katsuki’s. As he could see, Izuku was a bit more flushed, his breathing was muffled panting as well. Katsuki looked back into the room, noticing how Izuku’s nearly breathless pants almost matched when the hero was being pulled out for opportunities to breath before being thrusted forcefully back inside. Everything clicked, and Katsuki matched his stroking with the long slow thrusts of the hero.

“Oh, I see…” Katsuki cooed, leaning in and gripping firmly at Izuku’s cock. “So greedy and curious. You just want to know what everything feels like don’t you?”

Izuku could barely help the needy sounds escaping his lips, echoing across the vacant hallway. The monstrous moans accompanying them, trickling through the soundproof door beside them. Katsuki’s other hand forced Izuku’s pants down, pushing the teen forward to prop himself upon the glass. A hungry and possessive growl escaping his own lips as he rubbed against Izuku from behind.

“You like watching people struggle don’t you?” Katsuki inquired, still hooking his chin on Izuku’s shoulder. “It’s delightful isn’t it? You love feeling the pain of others don’t you? It feels rewarding, along with their pained expressions… right?”

Izuku could barely form a response. He felt Katsuki’s cock prodding at his entrance, and his mind was blank. That partnered with the almost suffocating warmth that surrounded his being, everything was in a haze. Katsuki’s hand pushed Izuku’s hips back, forcing his way in with a single thrust. Izuku gasped, trying to turn his head to look at Katsuki’s face. His attempts were short lived as he felt nails claw at the back of his neck and forced him to look forward.

“It’s almost as if you want him to know that you’re enjoying his suffering.” Katsuki said lowly, bringing his lips to brush against the shell of Izuku’s ear as he spoke. “That you’re feeling good and getting off to his feeble attempts at survival.”

Izuku couldn’t really think, his body feeling partially sluggish in trying to process every little thing. Katsuki had worked his hand around Izuku’s neck and forced two of his fingers into his mouth just in time as he started to thrust in and out. Izuku’s eyes struggled to focus on the noumu within the room, tears welting up on the corners of his eyes. It had started pulling the poor hero in and out faster, its fluids causing the movements to be without resistance. Izuku could feel the choking, the contortions getting firmer around his entire body. He could see the purple haired teen desperately peaking for breath, fighting the fingers the best he could that were shoving him even deeper.

Katsuki forced Izuku’s forehead to the glass, still keeping part of his hand on the lower part of Izuku’s jaw with a tight grip on the freckled teen’s cheeks. He roughly bit at Izuku’s ear, causing Izuku to bite down on Katsuki’s digits.

“I bet it doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as when I do things to you.” Katsuki declared into Izuku’s ear.

The older teen’s grip on Izuku’s cock tightened further, digging his nails into the flesh with every pump. Izuku tried to call out Katsuki’s name but couldn’t from the the mixture of lost of breath and the fingers still in his mouth. Tears started trailing down his cheeks, not from pain but from his body’s reflexes. All he could do was contently moan around Katsuki’s fingers, suckling and lapping at the taste of them in his mouth.

Katsuki’s thrusts became more prominent, hard, and demanding. Izuku was trying his best to hold himself in place, both hands firm on the glass trying to alleviate some of the pressure from his head against it from each of Katsuki’s thrusts. Katsuki’s hand was pumping him in tune with his thrusts, pushing hard enough to make himself even at a loss of breath as what little could escape his mouth was fogging the glass by his face.

“That’s right,” Katsuki grunted as he thrusted and ground harder. “No one takes care of you like I do.”

Izuku tried to lean back to touch his head against Katsuki’s, to possibly capture a glimpse of the expression on the blonde’s face. Yet, Katsuki pulled him forward, forcing his gaze to be on the room in front of them. Izuku let out more inaudible moans from within his throat. It was burning from loss of air, mainly from the hero within the room. He could tell from the struggle, from how it felt the end was drawing near for the hero within those walls, his body was fighting its best. His senses were overloaded, his focus dwindling to mainly focus on keeping his balance.

“You’re mine. You’re my Deku.”

Within nearly and instant, the connection with the hero snapped and relatched itself onto Katsuki. Izuku’s heart was already racing from the statement alone, now partnered with every pleasured feeling that Katsuki was experiencing partnered with his own sent further. They could feel everything. The way Katsuki was grinding against Izuku’s prostate with each thrust. The way Katsuki’s finger’s stung from the bite marks that Izuku’s teeth left. The way Izuku’s forehead felt flush against the cold surface of the glass. The feeling of rough strokes Katsuki was giving Izuku’s cock that was also still stinging from the scratches.

Feeling everything all at once sent both of them over the edge. Izuku’s vision went white as he lost his balance, skidding his face against the glass with Katsuki’s weight behind him. Both of them were shaking, they usually worked up to this sort of intense connection. The residual aftershocks of their orgasms still fresh.

Izuku regained enough focus to see his noumu had already bitten the limp body in half and threw the second bit into it’s large maw. He pushed himself up a bit to not be against the glass. His hands were firm on the windowsill as he pushed himself upward. Katsuki kissed the back of his neck as he pushed back up into him, feeling the blonde’s hands beside his as he regained his own balance.

“No matter how many times we feed them, it is still sort of horrifying to watch.” he said softly, giving Izuku’s neck another gentle kiss.

Izuku leaned into the touch, his hand reaching up to ruffle through Katsuki’s hair. His words were tickling the nape of his neck, as he muttered other muses that Izuku felt more than he understood. He leaned back more, wanting to encompass more of the blonde behind him. Katsuki proceeded to kiss more into Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku leaned his head back against the glass, enjoying the way the coolness felt. Katsuki had moved both hands to massage at Izuku’s shoulders, pushing right against the shoulderblades.

However the calming moment was broken by the familiar metallic ringing of Izuku’s phone. Katsuki grumpily bit at Izuku’s shoulder as Izuku fished for his phone from his vest pocket. Izuku’s posture changed as soon as he got a glimpse at the screen, straightening quickly. Katsuki attempted to bite harder before forcibly being pulled by his hair away from Izuku with a rather unforgiving sharp tug. Izuku had answered the phone, and before Katsuki could do anything, the two words that immediately would halt any of their festivities came from the smaller teen’s lips.

“Yes Sensei? … Of course, we’ll be on shortly.”

Katsuki straightened his posture as well, watching as Izuku hung up his phone. While They didn’t get calls from him frequently, they knew better than to be fooling around with their collective boss and teacher on the line. Izuku had turned around to face Katsuki, his features stern.

“He wants us for a conference in ten, we need to wash up.”

Katsuki merely grumbled as he watched Izuku nearly turn on a dime to leave. Katsuki followed behind, taking a moment to glance down at himself and unbutton the front of his shirt. To say they were disgusting would, at this particular point in time, been a complete understatement. His dress shirt was splattered in a mixture of Izuku’s blood, some from the heroes he was punching earlier, grime, sweat, saliva, and other fluids that he didn’t know the precise names of. The splattered combined sight was not pleasant.

They both made their way through the long corridor and back up the stairs. Where their base expanded was beyond the long bookshelf on the wall. It was a secret door of sorts, loaded on a hinge and switch. As the two made their way through the opening, it swung shut, setting itself flush with the rest of the wall.

They both moved through their routine, one that had been clearly perfected and practiced before. They both systematically showered, disposed of their ruined clothes, and changed into fresh ones. Katsuki and Izuku unexpectedly both picked custard colored dress shirts, and black vests and pants. They hadn’t intended to match, but it didn’t particularly matter all that much. Katsuki begrudgingly, but quickly, put his black tie on. His red eyes peering over to see Izuku putting his on properly, finally, after three years of teaching and reteaching him.

Izuku had pulled his phone out again to check the time. His lips morphed into a pout as he shoved the device back into his pocket.

“Three minutes.” Izuku said lowly before walking outside their bedroom and making his way into their office.

Katsuki was right behind him, watching as Izuku was turning on the computer and connecting to the conference room. Once Izuku got the connection started, Katsuki pulled Izuku back onto the chair and onto his lap. The smaller teen didn’t fight the movement, but merely adjusted in the blonde’s tight grasp. Izuku leaned back allowing Katsuki to hook his chino on his shoulder. Arms wrapping around Izuku and interlinking their fingers.

Katsuki was taking calming breaths, enjoying the way Izuku smelled fresh from the shower. Izuku was preoccupied with rubbing at the tips of Katsuki’s fingers. Both actions were calming, almost a mundane ritual that the two had grown attached to the contact, the closeness. Katsuki hummed contently through a sigh, Izuku was one of the few things in his life that was stable. With all the inconsistencies they went through in their day to day life, this constant was their pillar for one another.

“Gah, are you two ever not all lovey dovey on each other?”

Both teens had their attention shifted to the monitor. They had connected to the conference which prompted the webcam and mic to switch on. Jin was the one who spoke, his mask on his face that he usually had on for some sort of mental stability. Toga was sitting beside him, munching on some sort of tart like pastry loudly with a semi amused grin on her face.

Katsuki was the first to respond, lifting his hand up while still entangled with Izuku’s to flip off the camera. His eyes were mildly burning with rage as he leered into the webcam. Izuku didn’t fight the gesture, but leaned further back with all his weight, prompting the blonde to stop.

On the screen, another camera came online showing Dabi and Shigaraki within the bar. They could tell Kurogiri was there as well, just in the background from the wisps of smoke from the side of the frame. Izuku straightened and smiled politely, a coy play to get under Shigaraki’s skin that was working from the forming tension that could be visibly seen from the silver haired man. However, everything dropped when the final person joined, void of a webcam and only containing an audio feed.

“I assume that you have been on your best behavior?”

The voice was that of a more stern, distinguished man. It oozed of control and poise that made everyone fall silent and attentive. It was the type of power and control that no one dared to defy, and no one was ignorant enough to not give All for One the respect he deserved.

“Yes Sensei.” Both Shigaraki and Izuku chimed in almost instantaneously.

They both began a mild stare down, but it ended when they heard All for One begin talking again.

“Good, we have come so far in the past year.” he continued, his voice still calm. “We have been making such progress, such growth. This group truly has become a force to be reckoned with, even without much of my guidance.”

Katsuki could feel the slight shake in Izuku’s form. Saying that Izuku owed All for One everything wasn’t even the half of it. Both the teen in his arms and Shigaraki were hand picked by him to be the future. The future of villainy, the future to tear down the current heroic structure. Within the eyes of All for One that’s what the two of them were destined for, and Katsuki was to be at Izuku’s side much like how Kurogiri was to Shigaraki’s. A guide of sorts, a protector, and for balance. However it wasn’t how Izuku saw Katsuki, it was much deeper than that, more personal than that.

“I know how eager everyone is to tear down the Hero Organization structure., but we will get there in due time. We will be proceeding with plan alpha tomorrow, so be prepared.”

Katsuki could easily feel the excited bounce from Izuku’s leg. Plan Alpha pertained to attacking one of the major hero agencies directly, and it was something that Izuku was looking forward to. Taking down top heroes was something Izuku looked forward to, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to it as well. The two of them tried their best to hide their excitement, as their plans were now calmly divulged from the monitor before them. The horizon looked interesting indeed.

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It was the same every single time. The school building was still the bleak boring gray that towered into the sky. The sky having those same streaks of the setting colors that almost mimicked fire. The shadows remaining those dark safe pools that hid the two of them perfectly from view.

Katsuki still never really understood why he and Izuku were fighting. What they were even fighting about. He could see the anger and frustration within Izuku’s eyes, but it was tame compared to the wealth of rage those eyes presently had outside of this memory. But the explosion was still as deafening as ever. The feeling of Izuku fighting to be free from his arms felt as real as ever. His stubborn pulls on trying to run toward danger as he continually clawed and screamed to be free and to run to aid.

Yet this time, something new came to mind.

There was a large figure in front of them, which halted Izuku’s movements. Katsuki could feel his heart pounding in his chest as adrenaline took over at the sight of the towering person. His senses felt calm, yet the knots of knowing the result of such an inferno were still in his chest. It was a baffling feeling, but as quickly as it washed over his senses the figure disappeared from view.

It was then that Katsuki jolted from his sleep. The murmurs of people and the clanking of steel wheels on tracks flooding his ears along with the warm and stuffy air that filled the subway car. The medical mask around his face felt stuffy, but it helped mask his especially as other commuters were sporting the same on their faces. There was a small bug spreading so there were quite a few people who were both wearing out of protection, and out of not wanting to spread their germs.

Katsuki was also wearing a maroon hoodie, with the hood pulled up. Tuffs of his hair stuck out, but he also wore tinted shades on his face, large enough to obscure his brows, but light enough to be considered a fashion statement. Especially with the sun outside the window setting on the horizon behind the large buildings that whisked by. He was at least thankful that the jeans he was wearing were comfortable as he shifted, feeling Izuku seated beside him with his arms wrapped around one of Katsuki’s.

Izuku definitely looked different. He wore a floppy knit cap with curly hair extensions sewn into the cap. His curls, and natural hair, tapering to frame his face. He wore an oversized thin navy blue knit sweater that could almost double as a dress, tight thin braids weaving into the design vertically. The sleeves were tight from the wrist to almost his elbows, barely hiding the colorful woven friendship bracelets that littered his wrists while donning a few charms. Katsuki still didn’t quite understand how Izuku managed to walk in not only the skinny jeans, but the three inch wedge boot heels he was also wearing.

It was an annoying detail, especially the way Izuku shamelessly strutted in them. Like a goddamn fucking tease. It made every curious glance by onlookers, or as Katsuki mentally dubbed them as vultures, that would stare at him especially grating. Even though he knew Izuku would probably stab anyone who dared to do more than just look, it didn’t stop his own urges of wanting to gouge their offending eyes out.

His own eyes wandered up to Izuku’s face. It looked different without freckles. He was chewing at his peachy glossed lips as he scrolled through his phone. Eyes looking intensely through large circular rimmed glasses that had a faint coppery hue. Katsuki took the opportunity to take the arm Izuku had encased in his grasp to start caressing at Izuku’s inner thigh. The younger teen smiled pulling the arm close to sandwich it on the center of his chest.

“About time you woke up.” He mused, focus still centering on his phone.

Katsuki knew even if Izuku was looking at his phone that his displeased expression wouldn't go unnoticed. Instead he clawed at the inside hem of Izuku’s jeans, playfully pulling to gauge a reaction from him. He felt Izuku mildly squirm beneath his grasp, but not leaving his focus from his phone. He was mildly irritated, wanting to bat the device from Izuku's grasp before he realized what Izuku was doing on his phone.

The footage of their last escapade from a few days prior had been all over the news. The bombing during the unveiling had hit the headlines simultaneously after the event, swarming news articles and televised news within hours. Their own pictures plastered with the even, clearly marking their involvement with the incident as they continued describing them in such a negative manner that it brought a crude smile born from pride that Katsuki was thankful the mask hid.

He began skimming through the article as fast as Izuku was flipping through, noticing how Izuku's eyes were now transfixed on a rabbit hole like path he tended to journey through once they hit the news. However, Katsuki then realized that Izuku had originally browsing a blog with mark ups and long elaborate ridicules of their adventures. Izuku had scrolled to the top, clicking a video as it was a new post and a sly smile was on his face as it started to play. Katsuki was about to inquire on his reaction, but when a familiar aggravated face with dark eye makeup and fancy attire appeared, he understood why.

“How’s your ‘friend’?” Katsuki asked quietly making sure to rub his elbow against Izuku’s chest.

Rather than answering, Izuku fished an earbud from his own ear and placed it in Katsuki’s ear. He could hear his disgruntled nature breaking through that whole “Gentle Criminal” facade of the older man on the screen. His voice was filled with pride as he spoke, shunning his and Izuku's way of showing their distaste for society. It put a mild smirk on his own face. Distaste for the way society was structured was not what brought them down this path, not fully. It was partly that, and partly the fun of toppling something that was deemed unbreakable. It was a sort of game Izuku was playing with Gentle, one the older vigilante of sorts was losing. While he wanted popularity on the digital medium to spread his message in a peaceful manner, Izuku simply wanted to perform. It didn't matter too much to the teen about the views or the message, but it made it pleasurable to mess with Gentle. It was one of the reasons why he bothered forming an online presence himself.

However Izuku's smile grew when he saw the extra footage of their holding rooms play with Gentle reacting to the footage. Izuku had ways of finding money to fuel their escapades. One of which was to sell the footage of the noumus ‘having fun’ with heroes on the darknet. It was strange to see such horrors fetch such a price and viral following across the net. How people were remotely interested in such things, or even how many of the comments on forums were ecstatic to see such monstrosities. It was mildly exhilarating to see the horror on Gentle’s face when he realized how real and dead those heroes were from a blind reaction to the footage. The face was priceless.

“How much did those fetch you?’

“Hmm… about $400k… each.”

Izuku leaned back against Katsuki, and the blonde wrapped his arm around him. After the first disgruntled and horrified scream from Gentle, all was the same. The same condemning words and banter that trailed into the same boring speeches, which prompted Izuku to close the video and lean more into Katsuki.

They still had several stops before their destination downtown in the shopping district. There was a plan in place from All for One. It was their part to cause some hectic comotion downtown to spread the heroes and police forces’ resources out and to be uncoordinated to distract from Shigaraki’s target. With everything in place it seemed to be a normal friday night, lots of teenagers and young adults out on the town for their usual sort of nightlife activities. Pairing that with adults on their commutes from home and their end of the week after work meet ups, so things were bound to be busy.

The click from Katsuki’s tongue was a bored but nervous reflex. Izuku knew that Katsuki only did it when he’s thinking. A way to distract the mind from thoughts he couldn’t act out upon. Thoughts Izuku was curious about, but knew better than discuss them too loudly on a semi crowded commuter rail train. It brought a sly, but subdued smile onto Izuku’s face as he leaned further into Katsuki, following the blonde’s gaze out the train window.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

Katsuki’s attention moved back, watching Izuku carefully. All it did was broaden the menacing smile that was now out of view of the onlookers. One that always made Katsuki's heart slightly flutter as he knew what diabolical intentions his behind such a cute face. The cocked eyebrow was enough of a reply that Izuku could see through the shades that urged him to continue.

“The fact that… this sunset… in all its unique beauty…” Izuku leaned close to Katsuki to whisper into his ear. “...It will probably be the last some would ever see.”

Katsuki shuddered, Izuku’s breath on the side of his cheek and his now wandering hands was making his blood pulse. He could feel Izuku teasing him, which looked a lot worse from an onlooker’s perspective. He wanted nothing more than to just lay into Izuku, but he didn't want to bring more attention to himself especially if he removed the medical mask.

“Stop… doing that.” Katsuki lowly growled.

The look from Izuku behind those glasses did nothing to ease his hammering pulse. The way he pouted with those glossed lips, peeking above the rims just made him want to consume every bit of him. He was deliberately being a tease, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. Knowing exactly what little shift in his posture, every subtle sound and look that would just drive him absolutely mad. What was worse was Izuku knew he had this unspoken allure over Katsuki and was not ashamed of using it to his advantage.

“I want to tear all this shit off of you.” Katsuki growled, “But I can’t…”

Izuku leaned into Katsuki, pushing more of the subtle buttons that he knew would make the blonde go wild. Tilting his head slightly to expose a bit of his neck he knew Katsuki loved to his as his own hand rubbed up the side of Katsuki's leg. He took a peek at his phone before shoving it into his satchel, minding the space where Chibi was snoozing wrapped in a scarf within the bag.

“We have time…” He cooed, “We should be there early enough… gives enough time for some fun.”

He could tell Izuku was sizing him up slightly. His eyes momentarily trailing Katsuki’s form before smiling softly.

“I did want to check out some of the merch shops… but I guess we can do this instead…”

The rest of the trip was filled with awkward rubbing and now not so subtle flirting. Their advances kept growing onto each other. From innocent gestures to more defined and shameless hand positions. To anyone who dared to give them more than just a passing glance, it almost looked more like a classic romeo and juliet scenario. A more punkish bad boy that was with a more innocent looking bookish girl who snuck off after school on a date turning a bit more passionate. Their stop couldn’t have arrived soon enough, Katsuki lifting Izuku’s sweater up just enough to slide his hand into the jeans’ butt pocket as they walked side by side off the train.

They sauntered off the train, nearly inseparable as they walked. To anyone, they looked like an overly flirtatious young couple, not the pair of cynical mass murderers the city had ever seen. They made their way through the crowded train station and into the conjoined shopping center. The sun had already set and the remaining light painted the sky in dark hues. City lights littered the senses as a mixture of neon store signs, spotted pedestrian walkway lights and flickering lights if cars on the street assaulted the senses.

The inside was no better, as the artificial light nearly washed out everything in a near sterile white light. It was otherwise bustling with life, making them blend almost seamlessly as they made their way into the mall. From the looks of things, there were a couple of flash sales that lured in a few crowds of bargain hunters and a few new prominent media and entertainment releases that younger masses flocked into lines for. There were other couples similar to how they looked, arm in arm as they parrosed the store windows.

Although their own interactions were far more than just cute hand holding and shy pecks. Katsuki was shamelessly grabbing at Izuku's ass through the back jean pockets as they walked before Izuku yanked the hand out to grab it to lead. Katsuki didn't mind too much, as he still was enjoying the view as Izuku pulled him toward a more secluded walkway.

It wasn’t long before they found their way down a walkway toward the restrooms. Making a few glances about before quickly pulling at the doors of a family restroom, quickly locking themselves inside. It was about as clean as one would expect public restroom to be within a bustling mall on a friday night. The to be expected graffiti littering the high tiled walls, questionable bundled toilet paper scattered across the floor. Discarded remnants of condom wrappers that showed others had similar frantic throws of passion. However, no fucks were given as Izuku pushed Katsuki against the wall, raising his leg to push against the blonde’s chest.

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he removed his glasses. The hat was soon to follow, plopping unceremoniously onto the floor. It was quite a show of both balance, flexibility and strength to be able to do such a move in heels. Katsuki, who still had a slight height advantage, was almost eye level with Izuku as he leaned in, putting more of his weight on Katsuki.

“Now now… has someone been a good boy?”

The annoyed growl that escaped Katsuki was partially intentional, partially because he couldn’t stand not having his hands on Izuku. He moved forward to pull at Izuku’s risen leg, making the younger dark haired teen off balance. The feel of Izuku’s legs in the tight fabric fueling his desire for more as his hands moved backward to knead at his ass. Izuku quickly jumped up and wrapped his other leg around Katsuki. He knew that blonde would catch and hold him, both hands now on his rear as he leaned forward. Izuku’s own hands moved upward to remove the mask, tossing it aside as well before Izuku leaned in to kiss him.

The first few were frantic, leaving little room for breath with each kiss growing deeper. Izuku had pulled to bring himself closer, watching and feeling the way he responded. The one thing they couldn't quite do in public that normal couples could. Pulling plush lips to be nipped at between teeth as tongues fought each other to savor the taste. Katsuki quietly making a note of the actual peachy flavor that the lipgloss had. There was a firm smack against Izuku’s ass that brings him to stare at the other. Wanting to pause the kissing, if only for a moment.

“I was about to kill people if they were staring for too long.” Katsuki hissed as he kissed into Izuku’s neck, right in the spot Izuku had teased him with earlier.

Izuku hummed contently, his eyes focusing on Katsuki’s still raised hood. He pulled it back as he fished his fingers through the thick tuffs. Izuku took extra care to scratch at the scalp. He could hear Katsuki's breath hitch as his fingers worked into a strong grasp of hair, enjoying the fact it was deceivingly resilient in its form yet soft.

“You and me both…” Izuku whined as he tugged Katsuki’s hair harder. “There were these girls that were staring at you while you were asleep. I was so tempted to carve their faces.”

Katsuki bit into Izuku’s neck, a smile on his face as he heard the quiet moan escape Izuku’s lips. He enjoyed the way Izuku clawed at him in return. Katsuki hummed in reply, moving to rotate their position so Izuku was now the one against the wall. A low growl escaping Katsuki’s throat as he pushed Izuku into it.

“Fuck… why do you have to look good in everything?” Katsuki muttered in a possessive snarl as he pulled his lips away from the teen’s neck.

Izuku ran his fingers through Katsuki’s hair, his own devious smile returning to his face. The blonde leered as Izuku pushed Katsuki’s sunglasses up to get a better view of his scowl.

“Cause I look good in everything for you.” Izuku teased as he rolled his hips, feeling Katsuki instinctually buck in response. “I mean I was thinking of just wearing a virgin killer sweater instead, but we needed to ride the train… not destroy it.”

Katsuki leaned in to feverishly kiss at Izuku once more, this time hungrily chewing at the younger teen’s lips. They were like that for a few minutes, frantically exchanging kisses as if they forgotten how to breath. Almost as if they hadn’t touched in months when it maybe had been a few hours at most. It was only when Katsuki started to work his hands lower to work at Izuku’s pants did Izuku pull the other’s head back.

“No, no, no… You haven’t been that good.” He teased, pulling hard. Katsuki growled a bit more, but it only made Izuku pull harder as he unwrapped his legs. “Hmm…. well you‘ve been kind of good… Good enough for a small treat now… and a bigger one later.”

Katsuki was about to protest when he felt a firm grip at his groin. Izuku kneaded with an extra firm squeeze, loving every second of the way Katsuki nearly leaned in to his touch. Izuku smiled as he crouched on his knees between Katsuki’s legs.

It was mildly scary of how efficient Izuku could get Katsuki’s dick out of his pants. He easily had removed it and teasingly started slowly pumping. It was barely a feather of a touch, yet it was the content and praiseful hum from Izuku made Katsuki’s senses wild with need.

“That’s my good Kacchan.” Izuku purred as he kissed the tip.

Izuku knew they didn’t have too much time to fool around, taking the full length into his mouth in one fluid motion. Izuku contently hummed as he felt Katsuki lean forward to rest his balance against the wall. Izuku began to suck as he massaged the underside with his tongue.

This lewd wet sounds from Izuku’s mouth only fuelled Katsuki’s desires to thrust deeply. He loved the way Izuku’s throat constricted around him with each greedy thrust. It was as if Izuku was playing extra dirty, having freed his own erection to start stroking while activating his quirk so Katsuki could feel both. The pleased whine from Katsuki was worth it, as his thrusts became more frantic as he chased his release. Izuku was sucking hard, making sure to lick the tip with every pull.

Before too long Katsuki came hard in the back of Izuku’s throat. His painting breaths filling the air as Izuku now was the greedy one as he suckled to try and get every last drop. He made sure to kiss at the tip as Katsuki pulled out. Izuku smiled as Katsuki leaned against the wall breathless.

“Oh… now we can get back to our mission?” Izuku teased as he stood back up .

Katsuki groaned, leering at Izuku as he easily stood and made his way over to the mirror. He had plucked his lipgloss from his bag as he stared into the mirror. Katsuki watched him pucker his lips as Izuku reapplied the lipgloss, wondering how many times it took to get this proficient at it.

Before too long they discreetly left the bathroom, returning back to the crowded mall. Izuku playfully holding onto Katsuki’s arm as they walked. They hadn’t been in the restroom for too long, maybe twenty minutes at the most. Yet now, something was off. Perhaps it was because their senses were no longer clouded by lust, or it was something new to notice. Izuku nuzzled into Katsuki’s side, bringing himself to murmur into Katsuki’s ear.

“I take it you’ve also noticed our company as well darling?”

Katsuki leaned in, giving a gesture that he knew Izuku would interpret as a yes. He could easily see the two he was talking about. They were in plain clothes like they were, but the fact they were failing at being discreet about their attention on their movements made them stand out like a sore thumb. They were still a good distance from them, but that didn’t stop Izuku from taking precautions of if they had a quirk on reaching that far to hear.

“Meet at the point in fifteen.” Izuku muttered before raising his voice and his octave. “I’m going to go check out some shoe places. Go get us a table… Okay babe?”

Before Katsuki could react, Izuku broke away, strutted ever so dominantly in his heels as he flipped the ends of his hair as he walked away. There was a slight wave as he walked off and he slumped in defiance and walked in the other direction. He had looked at the directory before they left their hideout, so he knew which direction to go to look believable.

Yet he knew at least one of them would follow him, and the other Izuku. It was expected, but something else felt off. He couldn’t quite tell if one was actually following him, but he still felt watched. Once he went up an escalator and onto the next floor, the crowd started to thin out. It almost was as if his routes were calculated. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stick up, his palms beginning to prime in sweat.

Katsuki couldn’t quite tell what triggered the reaction, he didn’t see anyone he recognized but he was still nervous. The crowd seemed to be more aware of his presence, making movements to evade contact as he walked through. There was a time he felt he would have panicked years ago, but now was not the time. He knew Izuku had some sort of plan, he just had to buy some time. Whether or not someone had grown smart to their presence of their plan was not as important, but it still was unnerving to think that someone caught on this quickly.

He would have felt it be the correct course of action, to wait for Izuku’s impromptu plan to come forth. That was until he saw someone ahead of him walking toward him. Katsuki could tell by the man’s posture that he was decently built despite his lean posture. Messy black hair tied back in a bun with a pair of tinted glasses on his own face. He looked more of someone that had to quickly run out to do an errand, scruff still on his face as if he had forgotten to shave that morning.

They came close, a bi too close for his comfort. Katsuki could tell the man was staring at him, despite having the glasses on. It didn’t alleviate his nerves, all it did was bring his focus more toward the man. He felt as if he had seen him somewhere before, but couldn’t quite place it.

“You two brats are not getting out of here that easily.”

The voice. It jogged his memory as the man had walked passed him. Katsuki tried his best not to react, but he already knew it was far too late. This man was a seasoned pro here and knew exactly who he was. He remembered vaguely from Izuku’s excited ramblings over heroes during their research. Izuku always had a plethora of obscure hero knowledge, which was either for better or for worse. But he remembered the audio clips they had pulled from radio communication on a stake out mission they sabotaged. It was this man’s voice, the one Izuku identified as Eraserhead.

Katsuki remembered that his quirk was similar to his name. Being able to nullify a quirk with just his gaze. Yet Katsuki wasn’t too nervous. While Eraserhead could erase his quirk, Katsuki’s was physical. His own quirk, in a way, trained his body beyond normal limitations. He would stand a better chance in a one on one fight, but if Eraserhead was as experienced as Izuku geeked out about, he must have trained that weakness well.

Katsuki continued walking, trying his best to seem inconspicuous in vain. He knew Izuku had something up his sleeve, but waiting now would prove to be a problem. His best solution would be to try and keep his distance from the hero and wait. Eraserhead, like most heroes, wanted to keep civilian casualties to a minimum. Yet, he was unsure of who he was walking through was actually a civilian and who was a hero in disguise. Katsuki didn’t mind, he found it unique challenge to see how many moral grounds he could break in heroes while fighting them. He wasn’t opposed on just blasting to make cover, but he needed a defined route before he resorted to such measures.

“Daw… where’s a cutie like you think you’re going?”

Before Katsuki could react, he felt the arms drape over him and pull at his face mask. The strong and sickeningly sweet scent flooding his senses as his balance buckled and he fell to his side. He had tried to activate his quirk, but nothing happened. He couldn’t tell where this person came from, he had no sense on them and he mentally swore at himself. He must have been too distracted by Eraserhead to notice their approach. Katsuki stared up at the woman who had surprised him. She was rolling her long sleeve back down as she turned to Eraserhead, her long black hair swaying with the motion.

“One down, one to go…” She spoke, her attention more scanning the area than on Katsuki. “You’re sure the other one was his accomplice?”

He could see Eraserhead nod, but his vision was beginning to blur, eyelids becoming increasingly heavy. Katsuki could hear the blaring noise of a fire alarm going off and muffled noises of panic.

“Almost certain…”

Katsuki could only make out those words before he lost consciousness.

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The cold splash of water to the face was the thing that woke Katsuki. His eyes straining to accommodate the blaring white light shone in his face. Everything was sore and screaming in some amount of pain as he closed his eyes once more to give his senses more time to adjust. Yet, everything felt like an over aggressive assault to his head, trying to overload him to make him weak. Another abrupt splash of water hit his face and he opened his eyes once more to leer.

“Rise ‘n’ shine.”

Katsuki immediately recognized the voice as Eraserhead’s. His memories flooding his head of what occured before this moment. The mall, the woman at his back, and the strange smell. As his eyes focused, he could barely make out the figure in front of him with the exposed light in his face. The clattering of what Katsuki presumed was a plastic bucket rang through the room. The sound of it hitting the floor was enough information to start piecing together about the room he was in. He could tell by the sound the floor was solid concrete, and the room itself wasn’t that big. It must have been a room specifically chosen for his quirk. Hoping that thick solid walls would be too much to blast through in the event that he did escape.

He took a few deep breaths, his mind and body aligning to start really comprehending his surroundings despite of how much they were trying to deprive his senses. Now that he was a bit more coherent, he could feel the restraints across his chest holding him in place. His hands were held in place in front of him within quirk suppressant cuffs, the cold metal heavy on his wrists as the box kept his hands shielded away from the world. His legs were also restrained against the chair with only a few straps holding them in place. All he could really move was his head, which even then could only manage a side to side turn with the high headrest obstructing his view behind him.

“I’m only going to say this once.” Eraserhead said walking to stand between Katsuki and the spotlight. “Where is your base?”

Katsuki shook his head, attempting to shake away any of the excess water from running into his eyes. His strained attention now forming onto Eraserhead. He was in, what Katsuki presumed to be, his hero outfit. A simple yet snug black pair of pants and a long sleep jacket. A bundle of wraps around his neck that seemed to have a mind of their own as they coiled and unwound themselves around the man’s form. His hair was also standing straight up as his eyes were glowing red in apparent activation of his quirk. He used the wraps to extend and force Katsuki to stare in his direction, the brunet’s impatience on his face.

“We know Shigaraki’s and your’s are separate.” Eraserhead added sternly as he tugged at the bandage restraints tighter. “Shigaraki’s is getting raided as we speak, and sooner or later we’ll find your partner.”

At this point Katsuki was grinning. This guy was absolutely uninformed. He wasn’t particularly concerned about Shigaraki, not about that fucker’s base at all. Not in the slightest. However, he did inadvertently tell him that Izuku did not get captured when they had captured him. With a fire alarm he could have ditched/modified his disguise and blended in with the crowd. Katsuki only hoped that if Izuku did decide to notify the other League members to declare it a trap, that they didn’t swarm his location from the teen’s cell phone.

Yet, he could figure out what was more amusing. The fact that the man before him thought he actually gave a damn about Shigaraki enough to comply. Or that he thought for one second that he was going to sell Izuku out.

Eraserhead tightened the bandages around Katsuki’s brow, forcing him to really focus. He could tell now that whatever sort of tranquilizers he was given were still clouding his senses. The room and light still were muffled, slightly spinning blurs aside from his center point of focus which was the hero in front of him.

“And we know about your noumu lab and its location, so just give up already.”

Katsuki couldn’t contain himself anymore, and started laughing. He couldn’t help it anymore, especially as his eyes could now focus enough to see Eraserhead’s bewildered expression. He honestly was anything but intimidating. Yet Katsuki was curious on who would break first, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be him.

“You, don’t know jack shit.” Katsuki wheezed, his eyes never leaving the hero’s gaze.

A sharp twack across his face forced Katsuki to stop his laughter. Katsuki could see the twinges of anger in the other’s eyes. The lash stung his cheek, but it was nothing he can’t handle. Katsuki was curious to see just how far he could push. All he needed to do was remember anything specific that Izuku had raddled off about this guy.

“I know that you two will be locked up for life.” Eraserhead scowls. “Or possibly on death row.”

Katsuki’s grin broadens as he could use to his advantage. He could tell the hero’s impatience and nerves were waning. Even if it had nothing to do with his exact words or actions, he was for damn sure going to use to his advantage.

“Wouldn’t you say in our line of work that is an occupational hazard? Death?” Katsuki starts seeing how Eraserhead’s eyes narrowed. “I mean, you taught that to your students right? Especially the one that followed in his family’s footsteps with their involvement with Stain… too bad that means another legacy family is done-”

Another lash whipped across his face. He could see the break in composure but it was slight. The way his cheek burned from the other side was nothing. However his grin grew even more sinister.

“Granted to must be very quiet now with the staff the way it is…” Katsuki said, remembering a bit clearer the mission he and Izuku were on when Eraserhead’s name first came up. “Especially since Present Mic isn’t doing much talking anymore…. How is his throat byt th-”

Katsuki isn’t able to finish his sentence as he felt the crack of a punch against his jaw. The taste of blood flooding his mouth as he feels it dribble over his lower lip. The older man visually fighting the urge to punch at Katsuki again.

“Shut your punk mouth.”

Katsuki chuckles, spitting up a bit more blood. It felt warm trailing over his lower lip and down his chin, but it didn't matter much. It didn't really hurt at all, not as badly as he missed Izuku. It was the freckled teen’s handiwork that injured Present Mic’s throat a few years prior. Several stabs to the throat through his speaker modifier. Although the technical support item took the brunt of the blows, the hero had been out of commission ever since. It merely proved that there were worse injuries than either had anticipated. Yet it was a slight slap on the wrist compared to other heros they had encountered over the years. Present Mic at least got to walk away.

However what catches his attention is a faint yellow flashing bulb on the far wall. A silent and subtle alarm system as to not get his hopes up, and to not give him that much information. Katsuki could tell that the brunet had some sort of communication device on him, as their little staring competition was cut short. Erasehead put his fingers to his ear to listen carefully, motioning to look away from him and his quirk deactivating. Katsuki could tell by the man’s posture that it wasn’t good news.

“I’m in that area now, and the target is secure. What’s their location?”

There was a pause. Katsuki strained to hear the communicator. If they were calling him a target, then this was a whole other sort of illusive trap. When he couldn’t hear anything, he moved to work against the restraints. They were relatively tight, but not numbing to his muscles.

“I’ll stay here, make sure to spread the word. Have-- Hey, do you copy?”

Eraserhead seemed to swear lowly, but the action brought an even broader smile to Katsuki’s face. The wall he saw the yellow flashing bulb on was now joined with a flashing red light as well. He started to laugh once more, feeling the restraints that wrapped around his head fall loose. It was very like Izuku to go for central communications first.

“He’s already made it that far…” Katsuki breathed, “Deku’s going to fuck you up.”

Katsuki’s vision was still partially blinded by the spotlight, but he could tell that Eraserhead’s posture straightened and his focus now on Katsuki.

“That was one thing I never understood Nitro.” Eraserhead stated flatly, opting to use Katsuki’s villain name. “On why you call your partner Deku… You don’t seem to be the type to work with someone who is useless.”

Katsuki was practically roaring with laughter, shaking in his seat. He could feel the slight ache of a bruise forming on the corner of his cheek. His mouth was still fresh with the taste of his own blood. It didn’t matter, none of it did. To him this was a mere inconvenience. He spat on the floor, his focus regaining to the hero before him.

“I don’t call him Deku because he’s useless.” Katsuki starts, his eyes focusing dangerously on the hero before him for the first time with malicious intent. “I call him Deku… because it is useless for fucks like you to try and stop him.”

He could easily tell the info was sinking into the hero before him. Katsuki remembered when he and Izuku had sat down to discuss their names. Izuku was ever insistent on the name Deku, cherishing it as the name Katsuki had given him. They had talked about her own name, coming to the reasoning that “King Explosion Murder,” while cool sounding, was too long for someone to say on their dying breath. That was where the name Nitro came in.

Nitro and Deku, otherwise known as the Terror Duo. The pair that leaves a path of destruction and death in their wake. Earning a reputation that took others a lifetime in a mere three years. Working as a separate, but conjoined force with the League of Villains in shaking peace at the very core.

Katsuki’s thoughts were interpreted when he heard thumping from outside their current room. He can see Eraserhead braces himself, making the motions to put his goggles over his eyes. His posture was now moving to face where Katsuki presumed to be the entry.

The barrage of noises grew silent, putting the hero on edge. It wasn’t something predictable, Katsuki knew Izuku was anything but predictable. He still couldn’t quite see, the only noticeable thing through the blare of the spotlight being the now rapidly blinking colored lights on the wall. Katsuki’s senses were met with the sound of claws trailing against concrete, and something being thrown down a hallway.

The next thing he really could comprehend was the sound of tearing metal floods his ears as half the room was obscured with smoke. A loud snarl verberated off the walls as Eraserhead went flying, knocking the spotlight over to shatter the bulb against the ground. It was now the first time Katsuki could properly see the reinforced concrete room that was the makeshift cell.

However, his observations were cut short when he heard footsteps approach him. Katsuki didn’t have to turn to know it was Izuku, the footstep pattern was enough of a tell. He could see, once Izuku started cutting the restraints on the chair, that he was still wearing the same skinning jeans and a dress shirt under a pullover vest. It was enough of a visual cue that not much time had passed.

“You are so lucky they didn’t take you to an actual containment facility.” Izuku grumbled as he cut the restraint. “This place has close to the same security, but it was rushed.”

As the quirk cuffs were undone from his hands, Katsuki attempted to stand. It was only then did the blonde come to realize how drugged up he really was as he stumbled onto Izuku for support. He could feel Izuku’s concern for his well being in the way he counterbalanced him, but it shouldn’t have been his primary focus.

“I’m fine…” Katsuki grumbled, regaining his balance. “They’re raiding Shigaraki’s base now and a noumu farm.”

Katsuki was careful with his words, not wanting to divulge too much information into the open. He was unsure of how many recording devices, and if they were still working, within the room. However he could see the darkened expression in Izuku’s eyes, focusing more onto Eraserhead as the hero struggled under Chibi’s hold.

The noumu had pressed the hero down into the ground. There wasn’t much he could do against the sheer size difference, especially with its limbs stretching far past any kicks the hero could try and contact onto the main body.

“I know.” Izuku states flatly, the pure malice in his voice not lost on Katsuki. “Not that it matters though. Most of the heroes that would possibly pose a problem to them are here and have been dealt with… save for him.”

Izuku walked slowly, blade in hand, as he approached Eraserhead. He bent down and cut the goggles off the hero, revealing glowing red eyes as his hair floated upward. Izuku tilted the man’s head up for a better view.

“With a quirk like that… It would pose all sorts of problems.” Izuku mused, trying options in his head as he spoke. “Problems we don’t need…”

Before Izuku could get a good grip on the struggling Eraserhead, Chibi let out a pained shrill. Katsuki tried to summon forth explosions, but to no avail as he too was still under the effects of Eraserhead’s quirk. Izuku had jumped back, evading a swipe from the hero as he regained his composure. Chibi snarled at the entryway as a few more feathers whisked by to strike at the noumu.

“Looks like I’ve got impeccable timing.”

Izuku and Katsuki stood side by side, both bracing themselves as their situation went from manageable to worse. The entry way was blocked by a man who was roughly the same height as Eraserhead. The two visually were a stark contrast. This new man was wearing light browns and had bright blonde hair. His wings filled the doorway, as red feathers fluttered close to the wings on his back, poised and ready for action.

“A top ten… here?” Katsuki grumbled lowly, still waiting to see when he could feel sparks on his palms.

While Katsuki wasn’t as fully versed in his hero knowledge as Izuku, he did know the top ten ranked heroes. The one before them being the winged hero Hawks, who was not only the youngest hero to reach the top ten, but had steadily held the third hero rank for the past few years. However his quirk was a strong one, especially paired with Eraserhead’s.

Chibi was the first to spring forth at the two heroes. Clawing head first at the two from springing across the room, but as quickly as it moved forward it was tilted off balance by several feathers whisking by and pushing at the noumu’s lanky limbs. Chibi was sprawling and crawling about, trying its best to regain balance to lunge at the heroes again. However, it was drawing most of Hawk’s attention to it.

Katsuki could feel the sweat almost dripping from his fingers, Eraserhead’s quirk only stopping his ability to ignite the explosive sweat rather than produce it. He was unsure if Izuku had caught on to the limitations of the quirk. Yet the other teen was intently staring down the hero.

“As soon as you can, create some cover.” Izuku said lowly, his voice barely audible over Chibi’s roaring.

Before he could even inquire on what Izuku meant, the teen quickly took his own blade and stabbed himself in his left eye socket. For a brief moment Katsuki felt his heart sink, his mind racing with the consequences of doing such a move while under the effects of Eraserhead’s quirk. Fighting off surprise, Katsuki came to realize that the move had been successful in forcing the hero to unintentionally blink. The pained scream was evidence enough, as Eraserhead was losing focus. Izuku must have known the quirk wore off through blinking and forced the hero’s hand.

Katsuki quickly focused his explosions onto the ground forming some sensible cover as he saw Izuku dart toward Eraserhead. He was caught a little off guard with the forces from his hands, causing him to slightly teeter off balance. As he did, he saw Izuku trip Eraserhead forward face first into the broken spotlight glass on the floor.

The impact was hard, but neither had the time to revelin the sound or the pained scream. Feathers twirled in the air, producing a circular gust to clear the view. Chibi, who now was able to change in size, shrunk to dodge more feathers. It lunged at Hawks, but the hero was quick to dodge. Batting away the now tiny noumu with such a force that it fell unconscious upon impact with the far wall.

Izuku quickly returned to Katsuki’s side as the blonde put his wrists together facing Hawks. He pushed forth a large blast, feeling Izuku on his back, helping counter the force to keep him balanced. It was only quiet for a moment, the mocking sound of clapping followed by a similar sounding tongue and cheek whistle as well. Everything cleared, revealing a protective wall of feathers that was only partially charred from the blast.

Hawks was otherwise unscathed, his feathers pulling Eraserhead behind him for protection as well. The blonde staring down at the two teens through his visor.

“Huh… now that packed a punch.”

Only a handful of feathers seemed to be damaged beyond use as they fell harshly to the floor. Both teens motioned to the defensive, watching the hero carefully as they tried to plan their next move. They could tell from Hawks’ posture that he was now taking them a bit more seriously, especially with Eraserhead seriously injured behind him. His feathers scattered to be more on the offensive as he held two larger feathers in his hands like blades.

However, as soon as they were focused on Hawks, a bubbling feeling seared through their throats. It brought forth coughing as black tar fell from their lips, dripping from them thickly as it engulfed both the teens into darkness.

The darkness lingered, but new information comes to their senses. The crisp outdoor air fills their lungs first, caked with the chalk of fresh debri and blood. Multiple pairs of footsteps are around as their vision clears.

Katsuki felt Izuku beside him, his hands still forcing one of Katsuki’s arm over his shoulder to prop the blonde up for balance. It was the first time he could properly see Izuku’s face. A now drying stream of blood from his already healed eye trailed down his cheek. He was also searching their new surroundings.

Shigaraki and the rest of his group were a few feet beside him. A few additional faces that normally didn’t populate the hideout were there as well, such as Compress and Spinner. They seemed to be as equally confused, amongst the rubble of a building. It was early into the evening, only a few distinct street lights and ambient lighting offered any sort of visual clarity. There were several noumu growing containers leaking behind them, the dripping of liquid adding only slight noise to the eerie silence.

“Sensei?” Shigaraki muttered lowly.

In front of them there was a tall man dressed in a a black clad suit. A metallic sort of neck brace was around his neck as he nearly towered in the desolate scene. His back was to the group, facing toward the wreckage before them.

“I would have been nicer about it, but I sense you boys were in trouble.”

No one replied. The air grew thick with silence. Katsuki noticed the four figures standing before them, almost petrified in fear as they stood a few yards away from their mentor. Another few were on the floor motionless, beaten up after a brutal exchange. The four standing seemed to be the same age as both Izuku and Katsuki. Two young men, and two young women. All in hero attire, and it was the slight jitter in Izuku’s body that catches Katsuki’s attention.

“Those are the top four from UA’s senior class.” Izuku excitedly mused, low enough that really only Katsuki could hear. “Uravity, Froppy, Red Riot, and …”

Katsuki was surprised, to see Izuku pause in question over anything having to do with heroes. He even knew the most mundane and obscure facts, which was putting Katsuki on guard.

“Oh right…” Izuku corrected himself. “The Endeavour prodigy… I didn’t remember as he opted to use his first name… Shouto.”

Izuku straightened, noticing that All for One’s attention shifted as well. A distant rumbling grew from just over the horizon. The sound came crashing toward them, landing a few feet in front of All for One. It was a person, and it was obvious once the towering form stood to full height.

The towering red, white, and blue. Piercing blue eyes locking on the figure before them. The sheer sense of power radiating from his being as the unbreakable symbol of peace. All Might

Katsuki felt Izuku tremble beside him. Yet, it wasn’t for the normal, sensible reasons. Any other person in their position would be feeling a mixture of apprehension and fear. Katsuki could tell from the look in Izuku’s eyes it was anything but that. He was excited. Katsuki would have been as well if he was in better condition, if their circumstances were different. But not now, not in his current drugged up state and strained muscles. Not with the additional four younger heroes, and unknown more possibly on the way. And especially not with their teacher and mentor squaring off the number one hero before them.

Katsuki took a step backward, forcing Izuku to follow. The smaller teen shot the most betrayed look at Katsuki had ever seen on his face. However, he tightened his grip and kept slowly moving back.

“Kacchan, he’s right there! We can do this. Finally!” Izuku whined through his teeth, still leering at the blonde.

“You’d be lying if you said this felt right.” Katsuki lowly sneered back, his attention moving toward the younger heroes. “Even if we were able to get into the fray, it seems like these fucks would spoil our fun.”

Katsuki finally seemed to be getting a hold of his balance. His attention never leaving the younger heroes that stood before them. His gaze had locked with the fully redheaded one as he seemed to be fighting off surfacing emotions through a forced jagged toothy grin. It was once he thought he saw a tear, that his memory jogged.

“Wasn’t that other little hero from the same school as these guys?”

Katsuki could feel the nod in reply, the situation that they were in growing more complex by the second. It was a quiet standoff that felt like forever, but only lasted for a fraction of a second more. The two superpowers that contained the long fated pairs of quirks faced off. One for All against All for One. The whirl of a force of wind pushed at them as the two faced off, moving faster than senses could track as they were only visible upon their impacting blows against one another.

It was enough of a distraction to force both Izuku and Katsuki to move toward the other League members. It was their best chance at retreating and reconveening.

Yet as soon as the thought came to mind, the entire league was surrounded by ice. It was a foul attempt to keep them separated, the ice covering the ground to attempt to decrease mobility and gaining control. The source of the ice, the hero who was dressed in blue with mixed eyes and hair, stared the duo down with an expression as cold as his ice. The four heroes sprung into action on some sort of vendetta upon both Katsuki and Izuku.

The exchanges were quick, the heroes moving to not be hit by Katsuki’s explosions. The full redhead becoming like stone to attack at Katsuki head on. Katsuki was rather light on his feet, using smaller explosions to twirl himself with momentum to add extra force to his punches. He hit Red Riot hard, but the boy’s quirk kept him impervious to surface damage. He simply swung back, using his jagged ridges from his arms like blades to slash at him. It wasn’t until the other partial redhead came forward to also attack at Katsuki caught onto their movitives. To distance himself from Izuku.

While Izuku’s quirk combinations were dangerous, they needed him to be in control of the situation. With the two power houses with exposed skin attacking him close up, the other two heroes made their move. The two girl heroes had charged at Izuku, using the fact both of their hero outfits covered most of their skin to their advantage as they tried to get Izuku off balance.

Froppy’s tongue wrapped around Izuku, restraining him and forcing Uravity to levitate him upward. Izuku had a knife in hand, but wasn’t able to move it upward to slash at the tongue, and was simply levitating in midair as he kicked to try and get some traction. He was struggling against the strong muscle before a bright blue light erupted from behind them.

Dabi had let his fire loose, quickly heating the ice forcing it to splinter and shatter from the abrupt temperature change. It was enough of a distraction for Katsuki to produce a blast large enough to distract the other two heroes and push himself backward toward Izuku. With one hand he grabbed Izuku, the other wrapping around the tongue and blasting straight through the muscle.

It was enough to send the frog hero screaming, Uravity losing her focus to cause both the teens to fall from the air toward the other League of Villain members. Izuku shrugged the now limp muscle off in disgust as he stood defensively beside Katsuki. Kurogiri brought forth a portal. It was simple, their escape, on paper.

Compress, Toga, and Twice went through first. The perky blonde calling at the two other teens to hurry up before passing into the portal behind them. Dabi and Shigaraki still dealing with remnants of the ice. Izuku and Katsuki got close to the portal, ready to leave with the rest of the group. It was a barrage of fire, explosions and debris everywhere causing there to be not much visibility as they made their way to the portal. However as they pushed through, three of the four heroes went with them. The teens collided hard as the tumbled forward, a mess of tussling bodies as they tumbled through the thick purplish fog. They all tumbled through the darkness, their senses fading to black.

Chapter Text

It was the same dream every single time. The school building still that ever boring bleak and hopeless gray as it towered into the sky. The colors changing from its happy blues to that of something more colorful, that would have been happy in any other sense. That day was unusually hot, but where Izuku and Katsuki were tucked away in the shadow of the building was a small relief from the heat.

Izuku had never forgotten what their fight was about. Although reflecting on his naive views on heroism now seemed so ironic. Katsuki had pushed him hard against the wall of the building, snarling in an anger that seemed so tame compared to his destructive lusts now. His current tirade enveloped Izuku's fantasies on becoming a hero. Without a quirk, he was weak, and would be easy pickings against even the most pathetic of quirks. Izuku would just be throwing his life away. Izuku remembered Katsuki even going as far as to say, if Izuku really wanted himself dead, not to give a villain the satisfaction but to just take matters into his own hands.

He clearly remembered the fear and confusion in his chest. The concern that was masked behind false rage he would grow to understand in the years to come. Izuku, at that time, couldn't grasp Katsuki's concern for his well being. The teen was never the best at conveying such feelings.

Izuku could never forget the explosion. The way it erupted out of the school building sending confetti like debris to shower down onto the school grounds in large thundering chunks. The way the dust clouds blew past and settled. He would never forget the tight hold Katsuki had on him to prevent his instinctual need to charge into the rubble. His screams were always burning his throat as the smoke flooded the senses.

Yet, the one thing that stuck with him the most was the towering figure that appeared before the two of them. There was no way the way his thirteen year old heart after all those years of idolization could ever forget All Might standing before them. The way those iconic words fell from his voice to instill a sense of security. A thin veiled sense of hope. It lingered as the towering hero easily propelled into the fray, off to help in all the ways only the number one hero could.

However reality sunk in when he returned alone. The reality that not even the number one hero who had saved countless lives before could save their parents. Couldn't save his mother, the one person in his life that was always there to try and support him as best as she could. The one he always pretended to save from danger as a child, now was no longer with him. The one adult in his life that loved him regardless of being quirkless. Everything he once believed about the impossible hero was a lie.

It was soon after that Izuku quickly learned how little the world truly cared about the quirkless. It began with no one showing up to pay their respects for his mother at their apartment. Katsuki did at a later point, but no one for the actual service. He had been quickly forgotten, written off as a lost cause and left to slip through the cracks of society.

The school didn’t bat an eye when he stopped showing up. The landlord didn’t care when he was evicted from trying to find a job to pay for the apartment. Most of the places he looked for work at wanted kids with quirks that would be ‘more productive’ rather than help Izuku out with possibly making some money for food or possibly a roof over his head at night.

They were memories Izuku wished he could forget. Hiding away in alleyways for warmth from exhausts of buildings in downtown. Having to sell his collection for food money, then resorting to other terrible methods for food. Methods that hunger overtook dignity. Where blood, sweat, and tears were all part of the game. It became Izuku's life for several dark and terrible months.

The dull pain on the back of Izuku's skull was what brought the teen to open his eyes. The fluorescent ceiling lights quickly alerted him of his surroundings as the hallway under their main base where they housed the noumu. The pain was nothing more than a nuisance, the recognizable ache of landing hard against the concrete floors. It was nothing but familiar, and yet as much as that familiarity seemed comforting it was halted by the crackling of small sparks and explosions.

His eyes focused on the source of the sound. The room was now coming into focus, seeing others also sprawled out amongst the floor. Toga was engaged with the female hero Uravity, nearly straddling her to the ground while attempting to stab the heroine into the shoulder. Katsuki had also landed on his back, but was now pushing with his boots at one of the male pro heroes that came through the portal with them. Or at least they would be pro heroes if they weren’t still attending school. What was more important and abundantly clear was that the half ‘n’ half hero to be Shoto was attempting to use his fire quirk to attack Katsuki.

But something was wrong.

Izuku could see Katsuki’s focus waning, the way his explosive personality seemed to be subdued. With the heat Shoto was producing with his left side, Katsuki’s sweat was providing a layer that protected him from direct contact and would burn off easily. However, with how constant the other was producing flames, this protective layer wouldn't last much longer. The other side was the bigger problem as ice started to encompass Katsuki's feet and began solidifying him to the ground. The cold was going to make it much harder for Katsuki to actually sweat, even with the flames, and was going to be an even larger problem.

Without much of a second thought, Izuku sprung into action. From what he could tell the hero Shoto could only control the two sides of his quirk at the same time with limited power. This was going to be one of their smaller opportunities to capacitate such a power. Izuku instinctively reached for the hidden switch blade he kept in his shoe, flicking the blade open before plunging it deep into the hero's shoulder.

As quickly as Izuku moved, Shoto recoiled just as quickly. The hero pulled the blade out as flames engulfed the wound to cauterize it. With almost the same fluid action, his other hand touched the floor as it erupted into a flurry of spiked icicles protruding from the ground. What Izuku didn't expect was the sharp grab at his shoulder from Katsuki that was quickly followed by a blast from his other hand.

The explosion easily shattered the ice, pushing the hero backwards onto his feet. Izuku would have found the move impressive, if the fact his sliding backwards didn't immediately move him into proximity of Mr. Compress to slap the hero square in the back to shrink him into a marble.

The cunning ex-performer flourished the marble in his wrist, revealing a second marble with a more reddish hue as he turned to see Toga attempting to lick at Uravity's face. Izuku braced himself up while he motioned to the open holding cell door.

"Green, red, blue." Izuku said lowly, but he knew Compress understood.

The heroine tried her best to roll backward to kick Toga off, but with how agile she was the blonde quickly hopped off. Uravity overestimated the flip, causing herself to roll backward through the open door. Toga was nearly playful in the way she spun, moving to kick at the brunette square in the chest to make sure she wasn't recoiling back up.

Compress flicked his wrist, tossing the two small spheres into the room with a loud crack, making the other two heroes stumble onto the floor. The door slammed shut, trapping the three inside. With the code entered by Compress, the room started to slowly fill with gas.

"Doubt they'll get out of that." Twice sighed before interjecting. "God they're going to fucking bust out!"

The group had used Uravity's quirk to lift them up to the ceiling, moving bits of ripped cloth to cover their mouths as Shoto braced Red Riot from the ceiling to attack at the glass. All the pounding barely even rattled the multilayered pane.

"If they can break multi-treated military grade glass, then they'd be stronger than most of the All Might strength noumu." Izuku confidently stated, as he moved to sling one of Katsuki's arms over his shoulder as they both got to their feet.

He couldn't help but smirk though. The one way that would most likely work with the quirks they had would be to rapidly cool and heat the glass. Although they were taking to account quickly the gas, and rightly so, to not take the chance it was flammable. Not to mention flames need fuel, and that would dig into their already limited air supply. Fairly smart for a quick plan, but UA always did make the best.

It wasn't worth watching them choke out before the heroes lost consciousness. Kurogiri was more focused on getting Shigaraki to his feet and upstairs compared to anything else. Toga had already started to prance up the stairs, knowing the way from the last time she had snuck into the base. Dabi gave a surprising helping hand to Izuku by slinging Katsuki's other arm over his shoulder as they got him upstairs. Izuku couldn't tell if it was the numbing agent kicking back in or Katsuki's adrenaline wearing off, but the blonde could barely walk.

It was a few fumbles up the stairs before making it into their main living space and turning to walk the long hallway toward the bedroom. Izuku could hear the slight murmur of Toga fussing with the television to flip between broadcasts to see if anything was being said about the confrontation. But the sound of the T.V. was drowned out in the bedroom, Izuku noting that Katsuki's consciousness faded as they made their way through the threshold.

Izuku took the chance, with the brushing contact of skin to check Dabi. It was very unusual for the towering young man to care much for any of their collective companions, and he tended to keep to himself outside of his own selfish ambitions. Not that Izuku could blame him on that front, but it was still highly suspicious. Or at least until he felt how much the other's skin felt inflamed and throbbing.

Dabi was consistent in a few things, but his lethargic nature was more so related to how his quirk overheated his body. With all the external damage, using his extreme heat style quirk really took its toll on his body, which gave Izuku the slight peace of mind that Dabi wouldn’t try to pull anything with his quirk.

Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

A phrase Izuku was far too familiar with, and was unsure which side the brooting man was on. But with the likelihood that his quirk was out of the question, Izuku felt confident enough he could handle anything the other could dish out. If he was willing to try anything, that is. That part was still up for debate.

But Izuku pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind as he focused on Katsuki. He wasn't in any pain, just a bit fatigued. That observation alone was just a rush of relief on Izuku's senses. Things could have been far worse than just cuts and bruises. He could have had serious burns, a broken nose, a dislocated shoulder, or other far worse injuries. He was just lucky, very very lucky.

He had become so focused on Katsuki that he had originally thought Dabi had left the room. Not that he had silently walked to the door and closed it, leaving the room in the dimly accent lights as the only source of light.

"What do you plan on doing with 'em?"

Izuku had just finished getting Katsuki situated before turning to stare Dabi in the eyes. Not the question he was expecting, nor was the dull simmering glare.

"I'd find it a bit weird to undress him with you here. But I'll have to clean him up and such…" Izuku started as he quietly observed the other's reaction.

The annoyed expression was enough to know he was far from the mark.

"Not him." Dabi retorted coldly, "The ones in the cell."

"Oh…" Izuku couldn't hide his smile, "The same thing that happens to flies in a spider's web, I suppose. Although I am always rusty on the specifics…. Kind of spur of the moment if you will."

Izuku felt as if he was reading an open book. Dabi seemed to be struggling with his poker face as he evaded his gaze in an attempt to hide it. Although, all it did was stir Izuku's deviously playful nature.

"Or is it possible you're getting a change of heart?" Izuku smiled now beaming ear to ear. "Or is that just your long overdue big brother complex kicking in?"

Dabi was still leering. Izuku noticed the slight check at the door to see that it was closed.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Dabi hissed in a tone that was far too serious than anything else Izuku had ever heard come from him.

"I was questioning it at first… but after seeing those moves and that one blue eye up close… I can see the family resemblance."

Izuku was partially bluffing. He didn't make his initial deductions from their confrontation with the hero Shoto, but rather looking into the young hero's relation to the Pro Hero Endeavour. After seeing him in action during one of UA's televised Sports Festivals, and seeing how boastful Endeavour was through post coverage on news reports lead him into digging. It brought Izuku into the knowledge of young Shoto Todoroki's family situation, the number of siblings in the household, and the outstanding missing person's report on the eldest brother.

"Although I gotta say… pretty edgy dye job. Do the drapes and carpet match too? Or are your fields barren?-"

Izuku was promptly picked up by his collar to be eye to eye with Dabi as he slammed Izuku against the wall. Izuku still had a blade on him, gently poking it as a warning against Dabi's stomach while he had his forearm right across Izuku's neck.

"Enough you little shit."

Izuku simply clicked his tongue, taking a bit after Katsuki as he eyed Dabi up and down as he watched him think. He was far from being ahead in this situation, but it was somewhat entertaining to think that Dabi thought he stood a chance within his home.

Izuku poked him a little harder with his knife, not enough to draw blood, but enough to get the other's attention.

“Now now, don’t get hasty.” Izuku slyly drawled as he enjoyed the way Dabi’s face scrunched in disgust. “I’m not going to go and tell everyone exactly who you are. While it would be fun to see Shiggy all in a tussy, I’m not about to cause a civil war on us…”

Izuku took a moment, to wait and see what the man did. As he felt the pressure against his neck face, he eased up on the knife. Izuku tucked it out of sight, he wasn't willing to push aggravation any further than he had, especially with what had transpired earlier. Now all he had to do was weather this out until things blew over like they always had, so they all could regroup and reform.

“But to properly answer your question. It’ll be like all heroes that enter this household…. They don’t leave.”

Izuku knew he had struck a nerve by the way Dabi stiffly stretched tall. He was unsure how he’d react, but Izuku could easily see the slight moral dilemma unfold before him. However, before Dabi could even form his thoughts into words, the door slammed open with a deafening thud that broke the unnerving silence.

“Yo! There you guys are!” Twice exclaimed quickly darting between the two. “Wouldn’t ‘ve expected you two to get a room…. BUT you need to see this! It’s bad. Real bad.”

Izuku wouldn’t have thought about leaving the room except for the indistinguishable noise that clearly emanated from the television in their lounge. If that wasn’t enough to get them both moving, Twice had ran in to grab them both by the wrists to lead them back with him.

It was their fixated stares to the screen that caught Izuku's attention first. Not a single word was uttered, as the helicopter blades screeched through the speakers as all sides held their breath in anticipation. There was a large cloud of dust settling as two figures were made out. One was towering over the other and by the unmistakable pose, it was clear who was the victor and who had fallen.

Izuku felt the muscles in his jaw tense as his eyes fixated on the live telecast. Time felt as if it stunted to a halt as the broadcaster continued to exclaim at All Might's victory. The words fell flat as Izuku focused more on the motionless body of his mentor.

This would be the second time All Might had taken someone important away from him. A person who believed in him, that gave him a chance, that pushed him forward.

It brought forth the crushing reality that if their sensei wasn't invincible, than none of them truly were. It was a flaw that Izuku had always known deep down, but didn't want to acknowledge. It made him feel weak, helpless, and much like his old self. But, it was through those lessons he had grown to be self sufficient, unlike Shigaraki.

Izuku had several back up plans, ways to get funds, his own extra bases under aliases. Yet in the current moment, his mind had gone blank of thought as he watched the pro hero point to the camera with his back to frame. Izuku could feel his blood begin to boil, as the hero who had taken his family once was now taking the only father figure in his life from him once again.

It was close to the final straw, but Izuku found himself in a calm and calculative rage. His mind quickly processing the next few steps. He had a few more bases set up, he didn't have the space or resources to maintain seven people comfortably. Plus with how Shigaraki operated, it sometimes was more risk than Izuku could muster. And that was already accounting for Katsuki's explosive temper.

He just silently moved from watching the newscast to the pantry, flipping a hidden switch to get to some of their extra medical supplies. It was his first intention to get an IV for Katsuki, but the broadcast distracted him. He knew that the blonde would be severely dehydrated after using his quirk so extensively, plus the coating to help not burn himself when fighting Shoto. He also grabbed a smaller medkit that had some antiseptic and other tools to clean up Katsuki's other minor wounds.

"You can stay the night if you want, there's a few spare rooms down the hall. However…" Izuku took a pause to close the cabinet to face Shigaraki more specifically than the others. "... after this consider us to have parted ways."

"Gah! Deku-kun no way~!" Toga nearly yelped in reply, following only from a few murmurs from Twice talking to himself.

"Wouldn't there be better safety in numbers? THIS IS STUPID!" Twice spoke out more clearly. "We've got to think of a better plan else-"

Twice stopped when Shigaraki scratched angrily at his neck as a huff of annoyance rumbled deep.

"I hate it when you're right first." Shigaraki grumbled, peering angrily at Izuku through the severed hand on his face. "But there's a better chance if we split."

It was for the best, and the fact Shigaraki agreed wasn't as troubling as the fact of them now having to forefront their own decisions as leaders. It was for the best to have two heads leading their own independent charge than risking both sides being caught in one fell swoop.

"Do you know how to contact the doc?"

Izuku was caught a bit off guard by the question. The doctor in question was rather elusive, and tended to contact them directly on his terms rather than actually allow it the other way around. Izuku had done his prying, but nothing too fruitful on the front of actually finding him.

"Dunno." Izuku shrugged. "Although last I remember was a mention of the mountains north of here and a project of sorts. There's a makeshift shack that has some supplies along the way if you're heading up that way."

He had multiple bases and resources. Although he wasn't going to offer the best resources to Shigaraki and his crew. He just thought to at least offer to leave on good terms rather than poor terms. He wasn't so sure on how he'd possibly need Shigaraki's sole help, but people like Twice or Toga had their resourcefulness that could come in handy at a later point. However it wasn't often enough against the risks, especially with how he had now confirmed without any doubt that Dabi was essentially a security breach and a ticking time bomb.

Izuku reached into a draw from one of the cabinets nearby to fish out a key to toss at Shigaraki, which he easily caught. Izuku quietly wished he would have accidentally disintegrated it, but he had grown used to that sort of trickery from him through their few years of being makeshift siblings under All for One.

“I’ll show you the way.”

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It was roughly thirty minutes of delegating and leading them out before Izuku was alone again with his thoughts. With Shigaraki and his crew on their way, it was far too eerily quiet as he walked the long corridor back up to the main living space. He had gotten help securing the heroes into restraints, taking the last bit of help he'd receive from Kurogiri to cut the trackers from their uniforms and fling them out into random areas across the country. It would be enough to thwart them for the time being, but Izuku knew far too well that they were on borrowed time.

Izuku quietly entered the room where Katsuki was resting. There was no distress about him as he laid still, his breathing stable. Izuku found it simple to start treating him. The fact he was out was an added bonus. Katsuki was ever picky on how bandages were to be tied and such, so having the extra quiet was a blessing in disguise. With the IV in, Izuku started feeling around with his senses for more injuries.

Katsuki's forearms were a bit more burnt than first anticipated. Much like a contact burn where it stung, but not much actual internal cooking tissue damage. Izuku still dipped the gaze in ointment before wrapping up his arms with care. Izuku had a small radio with the news on, listening to the continuing report on the situational incidents that followed.

It had nearly been less than an hour since his mentor's fall, and little information on his detain location was being disclosed or if he was already in route to which ever facility. However, Izuku knew it would be the highest security one they had. It had several times over the technological advancements the makeshift facility that he busted Katsuki out of. It would be almost literally handing himself in, minus the fun of actually dealing with real guards.

Although a smile did pop on his face when they listed heroes who were currently being treated after this incident with Eraserhead, Hawks, and Midnight added onto the list. They were keeping the two separate incidents as one within the eyes of the media. It probably was for the best in their perspective. Having caught the initial mastermind, but not his two predecessors would make one hell of a story, but not good for the moral.

Izuku lost focus of the broadcast when he stopped to focus on the dark bruises on Katsuki's face. That was the one thing Izuku hated, was seeing marks on Katsuki's body that weren't by his own hand. There weren't any cuts, and if he still had the leeches, they'd get rid of the trapped blood easily within a few hours. But his loving accomplice decided to blast them to bits after his last antics using them on him, and Izuku would be lying if he wasn't still a bit miffed about it. It wasn't as if they didn't come in handy, and if Katsuki had just admitted they freaked him out a little then he would have easily had a better bedside manner with them.

The sharp pinching caught his attention to realize just how hard he had been nail pricking Katsuki's hands. Yet the pain didn't even stir him, as he still despite his injuries was peacefully asleep. Izuku had already finished treating him, and now was the part where he just had to wait. He was unsure what sort of tranquilization drug Katsuki was given. Even with the extra fluids being introduced into his body, it could be several hours before he even became conscious.

Izuku rose, putting the rest of the unused supplies onto their nightstand. Regardless of how long he had to wait, it was going to be far too long for his active mind. He needed something to calm his thoughts. With a flick at the radio, he leaned over to kiss at Katsuki's brow after brushing stray strands of hair.

"Don't worry Kacchan, I'll just be in the other room." Izuku hummed fondly, "I won't leave you… I promise."

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Katsuki finally stirred as he awoke from his unintended sleep. His body dully ached all over as his eyes came to focus on the familiar ceiling of their bedroom. He went through his mental checklist. Everything was fine until he came to the realization of the loose wrist straps with cord attached to the bed's posts. He was a little perplexed until he felt the shifting movement against his side.

Izuku was snuggling against his arm, face resting atop the bony part of his shoulder. Although the fact of how Izuku could possibly sleep in an uncomfortable position was the least of his concerns. The two that caught his eye weighed equally. One being the fact that his eyes looked puffy, as if he had been crying paired with runny mascara he had forgotten to wash off that ran down to his chin. Or the fact he was wearing an oversized white t-shirt, most likely one of Katsuki's, that was now practically a bloody rendition of a Jackson Pollock painting. Either way, it was concerning enough for him to try and sit up.

However as soon as he shifted his weight, a remote activated pulling his arms upward to be restrained further. The motion was enough to stir Izuku awake as well. He nuzzled his head against Katsuki's chest before staring up at him with a tired smile.

"Kacchan's awake…" Izuku mumbled fondly as he reaches a hand up to caress Katsuki's face. "Kacchan's here and awake."

Katsuki leaned into the touch. He knew something was wrong based on the fact Izuku seemed restless. Restless and almost desperately hungry for Katsuki's attention.

"Of course I'm here…" Katsuki mumbled lowly as his voice was raspy at first. "Why wouldn't I b- Ow!"

He nearly hissed as Izuku pinched and pulled at his bruised cheek. A reminder for the nearly painless injury that looked far worse than it felt.

"You go and get yourself captured. Then you let them put your hands on you. Let them mark you…"

Katsuki was silent for a moment, really taking in the expression Izuku held as he began to sit up himself. It was only then that he saw on the bloodied shirt were the words "sexy lingerie" written across the chest in what appeared to be marker. It rose far too many questions than it answered.

"I couldn't really… express how much that upset me to Eraserhead." Izuku said as he started to climb atop of Katsuki slowly, resting back to straddle his hips. "But I at least was able to disarm the other one."

Katsuki swallowed dryly. The way Izuku had lifted his arms to ruffle at his own hair revealed enough from under the oversized shirt to show Izuku wasn't wearing anything underneath it. It also didn't help that he and Izuku were linked, as he felt the ghosting softness of Izuku's hair against his own fingertips.

Although Katsuki really wanted to push his questions aside, they still nagged at the back of his skull. He could see right through Izuku's play in trying to distract the issue.

"I thought I destroyed that shirt." Katsuki started.

It was much more of a statement, but it wasn't the best starting question. Yet, it was enough to deter Izuku off of his current train of thought.

"I can always make a new one..." Izuku hummed, moving one of his hands now to slip under Katsuki's shirt and rub up his stomach and to his chest. "They're easy to make… easily replaced… unlike you."

The words his Katsuki hard, as if finally triggering his consciousness to be fully awake. Izuku had only been like this one other time. It was when their mentor had sent Izuku on a special mission alone. The task took Izuku roughly three months to complete, and when he returned he had become overly affectionate and possessive. And it started out with praise.

"My… perfect Kacchan." Izuku practically purred as his other hand had now a knife as he sliced a clean cut through Katsuki's shirt to expose his chest. "My Kacchan…"

"I… Deku… the fuck has gotten into you? We weren't even separated that long-"

"Eighteen hours, twenty seven minutes… Since they took you. Fifteen hours twelve minutes since I went to bust you out. And fifteen hours since you've been out."

Fuck. Izuku only articulated such details when he was upset. Izuku's narrowed gaze sent chills down his spine. It held a mix of annoyance and longing that Katsuki couldn't quite clearly decipher.

"What happened?"

Izuku's head tilted forward as his hand balled up on Katsuki's chest. It took a few moments for Izuku to make out the right words.

"He's gone…" Izuku spoke weakly, voice cracking. "Sensei fell at the hands of All Might. I don't know if he's dead or just captured, but I- "

Izuku started to cry, and Katsuki could feel the sensation of tears running down his cheeks. He struggled to move, but for once Izuku got these restraints on with good knots.

"I almost lost you today, and now he's gone. I-I can't go losing you too Kacchan. I just can't."

Katsuki tried to form small explosions from his palms, but was unable. He was unsure if whatever sedative he was given had late quirk suppressing triggers, or if Izuku had slipped him a minute amount of suppressants. Either way, he wasn't blasting out of this. All he could do was feel Izuku cry. And there wasn't much he could do about it.

"You won't lose me. You’d think I’d fucking lose?" Katsuki spoke softly, feeling Izuku's head rest against his bare chest. "And you know we prepared for this… just in case. We're always prepared, cause you always prepare."

Izuku rubbed his head against Katsuki's chest. He seemed to be calming down, but it didn't help the urge to hold the younger teen in his arms. With their connection, Katsuki couldn't quite tell if he was still crying, but the flow of tears seemed to have slowed.

“What about Hand FuckFace and the others?” Katsuki asked. He mainly wanted to the main questions out of the way.

Izuku looked up, his expression still melancholy as he rested his chin between Katsuki’s pecks.

“They left for up north….” he said, shifting his weight up to be nearly face to face with Katsuki. “Probably for the best. Don’t need his meddling or ideals getting in my-our way.”

Izuku had leaned forward, raising a hand to turn Katsuki’s cheek to draw his tongue across where the bruise was. It was then that Katsuki finally fully realized what was going on. Izuku had cut off most of his senses, his sense of touch and his sense of taste. It was a strange sensation, to taste your own skin within your own mouth. Yet it wasn’t typically what Izuku tended to do with this power. Sometimes it was a bit more… creative.

“But enough about that.” Izuku mused, running his thumb against Katsuki’s lower lip. His eyes showing more of the impatient hunger that was looming underneath. “I want you… I need you…”

Their lips locked, although Katsuki could only feel the way Izuku wormed his tongue past his lips into his mouth. The ghosting taste of his own mouth as Izuku explored nearly every crevice.

“Kacchan feels so good... You make me feel so good.”

Izuku leaned back, putting more of his weight onto Katsuki’s hips, as he ran his fingers down Katsuki’s chest. Nearly clawing their way down slowly as they made visible trails. But now Katsuki couldn’t feel a thing.

“My beautiful, perfect Kacchan…”

Katsuki tilted his head back, squirming in a desperate need for any sort of sensation. It was jarring, not being able to feel anything. He could easily remember what it should feel like, sending delightful chills down his spine or other sometimes sharp nicks in the skin. But nothing, and it was maddening.

Then, almost as if a switch was hit, Katsuki's feelings started to return. Slowly.

He could feel Izuku grinding down onto him with his hips. The way his entire body felt hot. The tightness of his pants against slowly perking erection.

It was all flooding his senses in waves, growing stronger with every downward grinding thrust. It was a deliberate tease, and Katsuki didn't have a single grasp of control.

"Kacchan, you make me feel so good." Izuku mused as he grinded down harder. "And Kacchan… you feel good too don't you?"

Katsuki let out a small whine, thrusting his hips upward. But Izuku pulled away, knowing all too well the frustration Katsuki was feeling. A smirk on his face as emerald eyes gazed upon him, fierce in their lustful hunger on delicious prey.

"Now now Kacchan." Izuku tease, reaching up to poke at Katsuki's nose. "Don't go and be greedy."

Izuku moved off of him, now having his hand dip to rub at the belt line of Katsuki's pants. His hand rubbed tenderly at Katsuki's groin, the only reason he knew he was still hard was feeling his dick through Izuku's hand.

"Now be my good boy… won't you?"

Izuku leaned down to kiss at Katsuki's stomach. He could tell Izuku returned some feeling, as the fluttering softness of Izuku's lips on his skin as they trailed lower and lower. His tilted his head to see Izuku pulling down at his pants, and Katsuki lifted as best he could to help.

The loss of clothing was a relief, but not as much as the pressure of Izuku's hand that wrapped around his cock. He noticed his senses fluxing in and out again with each slow and teasing pump.

“Oh my… Kacchan really loves when I stroke it like this.”

Katsuki let out a frustrated groan as he resisted bucking his hips into Izuku's hand. Izuku was being calculative in the phases now, only allowing Katsuki to feel to keep the intensity before shutting off his connection. Making sure to edge Katsuki with his senses by varying the intensity each time to make it unpredictable. The only thing he could consistently feel was the throbbing of his pulse and the shortness in his breath.

"D-Deku…" Was the only bit of coherent sound Katsuki could muster.

"Hmm…?"

Izuku's tone was laced with such a devious playful nature. If Katsuki hadn't known any better he would be terrified.

"What is it that my Kacchan wants?"

Katsuki let a sharp breath through his teeth as Izuku made a hard few pumps before releasing pressure, but keeping Katsuki's senses dialed in. He wanted nothing more than to reach up and give that smirking freckled face his own set of lessons. But at this point, Izuku seemed to be enjoying Katsuki's writhing beneath his touch, and was going to make it last as long as he pleased.

"Deku… I want.. I want to feel you…" Katsuki failed to not whine out.

If he had to be part of this little game, at least he should play by the rules. However cruel the rules were against his favor.

That became blatantly clear took the tip of his index finger and rolled it against the head of his cock. Allowing the sore member to easily sway back and forth by the slightest touch. Katsuki bit at his cheek to prevent himself from cursing, it wasn't going to help him any.

"But don't you see Kacchan? You can feel everything." Izuku mused, rubbing his index finger a little more forcefully. "And I can feel everything too…"

Katsuki winced at the way Izuku wiggled the tip of his finger and nail nearly dug at the opening of his urethra. All it did was widen Izuku's smile even more.

"See? I can tell just how much this is driving you wild… the way your cock is absolutely throbbing and needy under my touch. The way you're already dripping down in slow trails down hot skin. I can feel you fighting against curling your toes and arching your back to get closer to my touch." Izuku mused, as he repositioned himself to be leaning over Katsuki's crotch and giving his hand better movement. "And you can feel me too right? The way I'm warm and just barely holding on just giving in. The way I'm already aching for touch… right Kacchan?"

Feeling Izuku's own teasing to himself was not helping Katsuki's case. But that changed when Izuku leaned down and gave a slow lick at the tip of Katsuki's cock that made his whole body jolt.

"I want to feel it all…" Izuku said right before taking Katsuki's length into his mouth.

Katsuki would have lost himself if Izuku hadn't kept him right before the edge of climax. Izuku was forcing Katsuki's hips in place, holding them steady as he pulled off his cock while sucking hard. An audible pop escaping Izuku's lips with a small trail of spit.

Izuku moaned as he licked up Katsuki's length. Katsuki locked eyes with Izuku, all attention on him as he could clearly see Izuku recording every minute detail to memory. Each slow trail sent shivers down his spine as he desperately wanted to buck up to get more friction. However, it just made each trail of Izuku’s tongue even slower. The last flick ended with Izuku’s lips on the tip, a playful light suck as he smirked back. Katsuki rolled his head back, trying his best to keep some sort of composure.

It only took the second that Katsuki wasn't looking for Izuku to take the next step of his plan.

With one, simple, snap.

It caused Katsuki to jump at the sudden firm pressure of the cock ring. Katsuki groaned as he flopped his head back in frustration. Yet, Izuku sat up on his knees to lean forward and kiss Katsuki on his nose.

"I know, I know." Izuku reassured as he motioned to tie up the front of his own shirt. "But it's to help us not have any… accidents."

Katsuki was about to rebuttal about the whole "we" part when he really came to notice Izuku was hiding his own cock flushed by the pressure of its own ring. This, plus the fact that Izuku now was almost perfectly positioned over his cock staring down to him from his position.

“I want Kacchan to feel how good he is to me.” Izuku mused, pushing down on the tip of Katsuki's cock. “What Kacchan feels like to me.”

Katsuki pushed down the expletives that wanted to desperately wanted to leave his mouth. Izuku was moving so slow to have them both feel every slow stretch of muscle and heat of their connection. Beads of sweat were already pooling across his chest and brow. His chest becoming slightly heavy as he felt Izuku bottom out against his hips.

"Ah-Amazing…" Izuku breathlessly moaned as he began to timidly to rock his hips. "Kacchan is… amazing."

Katsuki was doing his best not to scream. He could feel it all, the way his cock was stretching Izuku open. The way it gently brushed against his prostate, the way Izuku's cock was bobbing and just barely brushing the raised fabric of the oversized shirt he was wearing.

Their movements became less timid as Izuku started to ride Katsuki with more force. Katsuki felt he was getting away with being able to slightly move now, as Izuku had began matching their timing. Although Izuku was still very much in control. And Katsuki was along for the ride, almost being nothing more than a sex toy that had feelings.

Having both their sensations running through his body was overwhelming, but just shy of reaching orgasm. He felt as if his body was burning up, crying poorly for some sort of release. He then realized just the faintest amount of control of his quirk returned. It only allowed a small outlet of frustration, as the explosions were nothing more threatening than the rapid popping of bubble wrap.

"You dick feels so good Kacchan." Izuku whined in pace with each slapping bounce. "You can feel it too right? You fill me up so good…"

There was no hiding it, the way Izuku was helping aim to hit in just the right spots with every motion. But now Izuku's hands were trailing over his own body, allowing Katsuki to feel the heated soft skin. Izuku was sweating as well, his messy tufts sticking together in larger unruly curls. His hands were gliding over skin as trails of sweat mixed with the blood from the shirt to paint dull but delicious curves down Izuku's body.

It was truly a sight to behold. And the icing on the cake was the way Izuku's face looked. He held both desire and contempt. Completely full yet utterly starved. A complex bundle of contrasts that almost embodied that initial spark that had smitten Katsuki years ago.

It was a sight that could take his breath away.

"Ah-! Kacchan!"

Katsuki felt an intense surge in pleasure before being completely cut off. Katsuki felt his face flushing, the back of his throat becoming dry as he tried to focus on not igniting more sparks from his hands. Izuku slouched forward and placed his hands onto Katsuki's chest for balance. His breaths were also labored as Katsuki could see him slightly shaking. It was only when he felt the warmth spilling onto his stomach that he understood what had happened.

"Cheater…" Izuku panted as he regained his composure.

"I- Cheater?" Katsuki growled as he leered at Izuku. "Says the brat that has been edging me to hell 'n' back."

Izuku frowned as he leered back, putting more of his weight onto Katsuki's chest.

"Oh… you call this hell?" Izuku teased as he grinded his hips downward while giving Katsuki some of his feeling back. "Cause I'd say heaven…"

Katsuki could feel the flush on his cheeks as sweat dribbled down his brow. Izuku was still giving him a hungry look with an almost triumphant smirk on his face. Especially with how he was now grinding down to the base of Katsuki's cock. Yet, Izuku still was just as mesmerizing.

"I doubt heaven'll ever have a view this good."

Katsuki also knew how to play dirty, and by the now flustered expression Izuku sported it was working. Another good expression on Izuku, watching his freckles disappear from embarrassment, but not the best one.

"Now you're really cheating." Izuku stammered as he hid his face with one of his hands. "You can't just go saying things like that…"

Katsuki now felt the burn of the blush on Izuku's cheeks and ears. Yet he felt some of his own confidence returning as he rolled his hips up again, catching Izuku slightly off guard.

"Still not cheating if you didn't gag me." Katsuki retorted as he licked his own lips, knowing all too well that Izuku would feel it too.

Izuku rolled his head and sighed. "Ugh, gagging is so boring."

Before Katsuki could even think of a rebuttal, Izuku leaned forward to be almost nose to nose with him. A quiet contemplative hum left Izuku's lips as he eyed him up and down from that angle.

"Although… there's always other means to make sure you don't get a word in edgewise."

Their lips locked and it was as if mercy was tossed out the window. A testament to their overall stubborn nature as neither would ever truly back down to such a challenge. With both of them on fire, feeling their stacked desires, they were absolutely starved. Izuku was greedily exploring Katsuki's mouth while continually riding his cock. Now with a proper gauge, Izuku wouldn't lose control again.

And Katsuki knew it.

Even with every second being total bliss, just being brought to the point of orgasm only to be denied was taking its toll. He was unsure how Izuku was holding his composure, but he was feeling the fatigue. Katsuki knew all too well his body's limits, and with the injuries earlier today, the fact he was starting to become lightheaded was not quite the best sign.

Izuku could feel it too as he had started to slow down. He cupped Katsuki's face as he pulled away from their kiss.

"You're always so good to me Kacchan." Izuku mused, "Am I just as good to you? My Kacchan?"

Katsuki felt some of his pride leave him as a whine escaped his lips that sounded absolutely pathetic. But, he was absolutely beyond giving a single shit about appearances. All he really cared for was for this rollercoaster to finally hit its apex, and he knew Izuku felt this too.

"Shhh.. You'll get what you want soon." Izuku said as he continued to pet at Katsuki's face. "You just need to promise to be my good boy."

Katsuki wanted to protest, but nodded his head. Even the softest of touches were overly sensual and overloading his head. Yet, when Izuku raised himself to move, Katsuki's cock flopped angrily against his stomach. He was trying his hardest not to sling curses, pulling out was the last thing he wanted. Yet as soon as Izuku placed a gentle touch to his wrist, he had something to distract himself.

"Now… I'm going to unhook you, and I want you rolled over and on your knees." Izuku murmured lowly, "And if my good boy does anything else… I'm sure he knows what'll happen."

Oh, Katsuki knew too damn well what would happen. The last time he couldn't feel arousal for a week with no gratification. He wasn't risking that again.

Izuku kissed the tip of his nose before actually moving to unhook Katsuki. He felt in a daze, taking a few moments to realize Izuku had actually left the bed to give him enough space to fumble and move. And fumble he did. His body felt heavy, sweat soaked back clinging to the blankets as he moved to sit up. Surprisingly his wrists didn't hurt, and by the way he could feel himself rub at his wrists.

Katsuki flopped over, his upper body and shoulders resting on a pillow he also flipped to avoid laying on the sweaty surface. Yet as he raised his hips to be on his knees, his cock hung heavy between his legs. He was unaware at how aroused he really was, as he could feel his pulse with every small swing. He wished he could touch it, but thought against it as he groaned into the pillow in hopes of some relief.

The hand that gently caressed his inner thigh caused him to jump. Izuku's fingers gently slid against his skin before trailing backward toward the edge of the cockring. Just a simple flick with his finger made Katsuki jolt. It was far too much teasing now as his head spun. He wasn't all to focused on anything till the warmth of liquid dribbling down the crack of his ass and the fingers near his hole collecting it.

Izuku was being a tease, and Katsuki was still torn on whether he was enjoying himself or hating this. But Izuku was sparing no moment in sliding two fingers in, pushing and pulling gently against his inner walls. He was making sure to let Katsuki feel how rightly he was gripping onto the fingers.

There was no hiding the slight rock of his body against Izuku's fingers. A silent cry of wanting something bigger that was being ignored. Each push more forceful than the last, gently grazing on the edge of Katsuki's sweet spot, not allowing any sort of gratification.

Izuku leaned forward, his smaller form draping over Katsuki’s back to kiss at the nape of his neck.

“You want it so badly don’t you?” Izuku hummed as his teeth grazed the back of Katsuki’s neck. “And you’ve been such a good boy.”

Katsuki was about to bite back in response, but felt Izuku pulling his fingers out slowly as he curled them up. The motion itself made Katsuki lose all train of thought, his body stiffening before feeling empty. Yet that emptiness was short lived, feeling Izuku thrust in with almost all his weight against Katsuki’s back.

His mind went blank, his entire body becoming hot as he felt his senses and Izuku’s fully melding into one. He buried his face downward into the pillows he was on, not being able to push himself up against their combined weight in this state. Izuku’s hands danced across his back as he planted kisses against his spine.

“You’re always so beautiful…” Izuku spoke between kisses. “Always so… perfect.”

Katsuki knew Izuku was continuing speaking more praises, but after the first thrust the words were far beyond his comprehension. His senses were spinning, his focus a fog with each slow thrust knocking the wind from his lungs. Yet, with each gentle scrape against his back and his body burning so hot, he knew he was breathing. He knew he was living, he knew he was loved.

It was overwhelming, but overall he felt safe. It was a strange feeling that had surfaced with everything else, but it brought some comfort. Even with Izuku’s increased pace bringing him so close yet also feeling so far.
He felt all of Izuku's selfish desires, to continually push and bend their limits, knowing exactly where and how to make everything just a bit more. With just the right amount of force, just the right amount of light touches, just the right amount of pressure on certain spots. Like a calculated cuts of a butcher on a carcass, knowing how to make every inch go the extra mile and how to savor every little piece.

The room was filled with the rough slaps of skin mixed with Izuku’s incoherent ramblings of praise. His own neglected cock swinging like a heavy angry pendulum with every forceful thrust. Katsuki would have continued to hide his face and the possibility that tears might be running down his cheeks if Izuku hadn’t forced his face upward with a hand rough against his jaw. The ghosting of his own heavy breaths against fingers as Izuku caressed against his lips with his thumb.

“It’s okay Kacchan…” Izuku spoke softly, nearly a whisper on his breath. “You’ve been so patient…”

If Katsuki had been an untrusting coward, he would have immediately freaked at the cold feeling against his groin. If he hadn’t been roughly fucked into a haze, he might have actual concern of having a blade near his cock. Yet, when he felt the pressure of the cock ring disappear in an almost instantaneous snap, the flood gates opened.

He was unsure if he was given permission, but at this point Katsuki gave zero fucks. His body was a tightly woven spring just waiting to burst. His whole body quaked, rocking with each more forceful thrust from Izuku as he felt his strength leave him. He came hard, his legs nearly giving out as his entire mind went blank.

Izuku was not backing down on his thrusts, and it was all carnal and rough. His desires flowing through with each thrust, pushing Katsuki over the edge again to orgasm harder than his first, strangely before he could take a breath from his first. In that moment he forgot how to feel, how to think, becoming nothing more than a silently panting mess atop their bed. The only things grounding him were his short breaths, his heart thumping through his entire body, and the strain his legs gave to still hold him up in defiance.

What were possibly moments felt like eons. His entire body ached in bliss from everything. Yet the gentle pets of Izuku's hands through his hair reminded him that he was not alone in this. How Izuku still had energy was beyond his current mental capacity. All he longed to do was rest, deal with existence at another point.

However with each drifting moment, he hadn't realized Izuku had pulled himself off to run the bath, or had attempted to actually move to get Katsuki almost out of the bed.

"Come on now… I'll take care of you the way you take care of me." Izuku mused as he kissed Katsuki's brow as he tried to lift him further. "Forever and for always."

It was something that Izuku had picked up somewhere. Katsuki was unsure if it was a quote from a movie or something cheesy of that sort, but the love behind the words wasn't lost.

"Forever and for always." Katsuki spoke back in a cracked voice.

It was the last thing they said before stumbling into the bath to clean up, the last thing said before their rest. It was also the last thing said before their first real day on their own, together and alone.

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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.

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Izuku chewed at the back of his pen. His eyes strained at the several forum windows he had open on the computer. Hours had passed and it was well into the night, the quiet murmur of their television filling the silence between his sporadic typing as Katsuki flipped between news stations. While he knew that Katsuki said he had checked the underground hero forums before, Izuku knew where else to dig. He was a former fanboy himself after all.

His eyes immediately glanced over at a new notification on an instant chat that started to explode with activity. He skimmed the first barrage of comments, noticing the commonplace frantic posts before people were actually linking real proof. But after a few scrolls he came to it, a rather blurry and frantic photo. Izuku smirked, clicking the image to enlarge it. Even with the photo being blurry, it was undoubtedly the silhouettes of both Endeavour and All Might. From what he gandered it was by Endeavour’s agency headquarters, especially as the poster was known for their infatuation with the Flame Hero.

He skimmed through more of the people’s speculation on the two heroes being together. Several speculations on whether or not a team-up of that caliber would even be necessary. But that brought forth the theories on what they’d be up against, and his own name came up. Oh if they knew he was there within their forums, reading the utter disregard of his abilities. He wasn’t here for their irrelevant opinions, he was far more interested in their obsessive need for information. Although their general thirst for such heroes was surprising, in a sense of how far those fans would really go. They had collected the simple stuff such as addresses and names. The more extreme fans collected information like personal routes home, workout routines, and even in some cases Izuku remembered seeing addresses of loved ones and partners.

Of course most of the Top 10 Heroes had their personal information under more secure wraps, some even having to put their personal families within gated communities. Some heroes had hired drivers and even in some cases personal bodyguards for family members.

Yet, with all the hype and fans the number one hero had, his information was the most scarce. All Might's information was highly sought-after, and anything was considered highly valuable. All Might would just appear on the scene of a villain onslaught then soon disappear without a trace. He didn't have a conventional hero agency like the other pros which made even that angle unfruitful. Even after his enrollment as a teacher at UA, his vanishing acts stayed just as consistent. From a few people's accounts from both general and business studies courses, they barely saw the pro hero outside of school events. It was as if the hero materialized out of nothing, which made Izuku’s job of planning their next moves all the more complicated.

He hadn't noticed that Katsuki snuck up behind him until the blonde's hands laced around his neck. Katsuki's thumbs rubbed at the back of his skull while his fingers threatened to clamp down on Izuku’s throat. If it were any other pair of hands, Izuku might have actually shown some level of concern. Instead, he leaned back into Katsuki's touch. Izuku hummed in content as he tried his best to lean backward to see Katsuki's face.

"There's a press conference that's supposed to start soon." Katsuki's voice a low rumble while his lips brushed against the cusp of Izuku's ear. "Ditch these losers and join me on the couch…"

Katsuki trailed his teeth against Izuku's ear, sliding one of his hands up Izuku’s chin to playfully brush against Izuku’s plush lips. Katsuki wanted all of Izuku's attention, knowing full well that their time within their home they had built together here was coming to a close. Katsuki desperately wanted to make a few more pleasant memories within the time that they had left here. Izuku’s tongue had already welcomed Katsuki’s fingers as they twirled around them, enticing their entry within Izuku’s mouth. Katsuki took his time to explore the expanse of the muscle, running his fingers slowly against the length of Izuku’s tongue.

A ping came from the computer that Katsuki attempted to make sure Izuku ignored. He moved another finger into Izuku’s mouth, hoping to have an extra bit of leverage to move the teen’s head. He pushed up as he moved his own lips to Izuku’s neck, as he planted kiss after kiss. However Katsuki’s hopes to distract were short lived as one ping quickly turned to two. Then four. Then soon it was almost twenty.

Izuku was already clicking the tab open, moving to pull Katsuki’s fingers from the deeper cavities of his mouth to clearly be able to read. Katsuki was definitely annoyed, but Izuku knew damn well he’d live. Once he realized where the obsessive amount of pings were coming from, Izuku became excited in a different way.

Izuku had befriended a few All Might finatics from his chatroom days. A few had began theory crafting on why, after a certain point in time within recent years, why All Might was so hard to find. He had never seen someone type so excitedly on theories before like this person. They bonded after he divulged some information he knew personally from AFO. From AFO's last encounter with All Might, and both left that fight with heavy injuries. That much he knew for certain. It appeared to be All Might, at least within the public eye, left without any type of scarring. Yet, this blurry photo on the screen made it very apparent that All Might had not been so fortunate.

Izuku tried his best to ignore Katsuki’s advances, as he knew all too well he wasn't paying any mind to the screen. He noticed there were more pictures as he took the time to download each of them before enlarging. The man in the photos was frail, but freakishly tall while wearing baggy clothes that seemed several sizes too big. He also was the same tan complexion with similar golden blonde hair.

His excitement must have had him shaking as Katsuki finally left his attention from Izuku’s neck with a wet pop. Izuku already had leaned forward to type his thanks before Katsuki attempted to pull him back in hopes of more attention.

"Who's the fucking skeleton?"

An excited dark chuckle bubbled from Izuku as he smiled. He couldn't stop himself, as it grew to be a sort of twisted sense of gratifying joy.

"All Might…"

He continued to laugh, everything became so clear. This was it, the thing he needed to move forward. Izuku couldn't contain his joy.

"That's why we haven't been able to find him… Right. There." Izuku punctuated as he tapped the monitor. "And why his sightings have been so sparse. Sensei said he wounded him, and if he lost his stomach he wouldn't be able to get the nutrition to maintain that hulking body. Not fatal, at least directly, but he would start to fade. So.. the way he looks in heroics must be a show… on some sort of time limit."

It was enough to garner more of Katsuki's attention. He definitely was thinking as Izuku rambled, eyes trained on the picture as if to burn it to memory.

“You really think that’s him?”

“Undoubtedly, if you take that which we know… It’s him… and” Izuku turned to face Katsuki, placing his hands onto the sides of Katsuki’s face. “And that means he has a weakness… he lacks perseverance and has to rush things.”

He reached to kiss Katsuki, taking a long moment to fully enjoy the other’s warmth. Izuku still felt himself bubbly with laughter, pulling their kiss apart to be nose to nose with a smile on his face.

“We’re so close Kacchan. Victory is within our grasp… finally.”

Katsuki was the first to move this time, his arms scooping Izuku’s smaller frame to carry the smaller teen. Izuku didn’t seem to mind, his lips finding Katsuki’s brow as he subdued his laughter between kisses. As he got Izuku onto the couch he noticed the tears streaming from Izuku’s eyes. It wasn’t out of pain, but relief. The goal they had swore upon was finally within their grasp and not some unattainable dream.

“Kacchan… we can finally…”

Izuku was cut off by Katsuki plopping onto the couch, his own lips reclaiming the smaller teen’s as he crawled atop Izuku. It was closer to what Katsuki wanted, the lasting memory he wanted before they left. His own tongue catching the delicious salty tears that painted Izuku’s face. His hands found their way under Izuku’s shirt to caress soft and warm skin.

To Katsuki, everything about Izuku was intoxicating. From the sweet smell of the shampoo he used in his hair to the way he tasted against his tongue. He wanted it all. His mouth moved to lap at Izuku’s neck as his hands moved to hold at Izuku’s hips.

Izuku didn’t complain, his legs parting to cage Katsuki above him. His own hips rocking against Katsuki’s, enjoying the way he bucked back. Katsuki was still suckling at Izuku’s neck, leaving purpling mark after purpling mark on pale skin. His own breath shuttered as he combed his fingers through Katsuki’s hair. Katsuki’s needy behavior was not lost on Izuku, knowing all too well the other’s hunger for lust matched their own. His laughter had long been replaced with subdued moans that gently escaped his lips.

The television was still on, the telltale jingle of the news broadcast returning from commercials played softly in the background as Katsuki continued his assault on Izuku’s neck. Izuku tried his best to attempt to nip back at Katsuki's, but another hard suck paired with a few crackles against Izuku’s chest from the blonde's fingers had him quietly yelping. Izuku tried exacting his mild revenge, moving his own fingers to claw under Katsuki's shirt.

Katsuki removed his attention from Izuku’s neck to stare down at the teen beneath him, licking his lips. It only lasted for a second, kissing back harder while biting at Izuku’s lower lip. It was a silent demand for blood, much like their kiss from earlier that afternoon and Izuku obliged. A pleasee groan filled the space between their lips as it filled with the coppery taste Katsuki desired.

The television cast cut to a live broadcast with a line of people in suits with microphones. It seemed to be some sort of formal style interview, with one of the more noteworthy people participating being the current sitting principal of UA and several faculty members. Izuku caught a glimpse of a few he knew were more so retired from active duty heroes with the exception of a few that were notably on call. Yet, when one in an obscenely bright yellow pinstripe suit was also there, Izuku sat up abruptly.

The motion accidentally butted heads with Katsuki. He glanced over at the screen too, swearing a bit as he rubbed at his nose. It was undoubtedly All Might, in all his heroic splendor. Bright blue eyes peering into the camera with such intensity that would make any villain shutter in fear. They both stared at the screen in silence, the murmurs of the interview proctor going unheard to them as the focus switched to the group at large.

Katsuki dipped his hips into Izuku’s in a hard grind, pushing his own torso up to gain an extra bit of weight and leverage. "If what you said is true… then even sitting like that has its limits too."

Izuku creenee his neck back, exposing Katsuki to the full view of his suckling marks. An elaborate swirl of purpling marks dotted with red indents where Katsuki's teeth dared to try and pierce soft skin. Izuku’s healing was making work of reverting Katsuki’s masterpiece; the unique design becoming nothing more than a memory as Katsuki watched them disappear without a trace before his eyes. Katsuki's gaze travelled upward to catch a sultry stare back at himself. Izuku's emerald eyes holding the likes of a predator toying with the false security of their prey. Just the look along had Katsuki at a loss for words, his other head demanding the majority of his pulse as he swallowed dryly.

"Oh… I believe stamina is not something you lack, but your desire is oh so apparent."

Katsuki grimbled, moving down to attempt to relitter Izuku’s skin with marks that dared to stay longer. He tried to suck harder than before which merely made Izuku lightly chuckle. Izuku’s fingers intertwined within Katsuki’s hair. The blonde was determined to claim all of Izuku's attention, but they had returned to watch the television screen. Katsuki would have been lying if he said he also wasn't listening.

"Several community leaders have voiced their concerns about allowing high school students to openly enroll into live combat scenarios. Even with the extra safety protocols in place, students are losing their lives. Is this the type of action toward saving and protecting those same lives that you are responsible for?"

The question was truly a heavy one to start with. Katsuki smirked into his next bite at Izuku’s neck. After what had gone down, their personal tally marks with UA senior students was up to six within the last two months alone. Yet, their total marks on killing UA graduates had reached well into the double digits. Not that many of those reporters were going to address that specifically, they had no real reason to care outside of their high-selling headline of the young dying.

“With recent events, we had already suspended our open enrollment of the majority of our students in field work with the exception of licenses holding seniors that scored within the top twenty of the school.” It was the principal who spoke, his demeanor very stern as he sat as the shortest among the line. “However, before this press conference, we have officially removed all students from active field internships. In addition to this, as followed with the Hero Commission, they have taken further motions to revoke all hero and provisional licenses of those under eighteen years of age till further notice.”

Katsuki bit down harder, this time finally drawing blood. HIs of gratified moan mirrored Izuku’s as he lapped at the wound before it healed. Izuku’s hands had dipped lower to rest near the top of Katsuki’s hips, his fingers brushing against skin that peaked out from under the clothing.

They ignored the garbled mess that was reporters scrambling to get their questions heard. Katsuki’s suck at the blood being louder in Izuku’s ear as he pulled away with a loud and lewd wet pop. It also marked a bit of silence as the next reporter began to speak.

“With the recent death of the hero and student Grape Juice followed by the now missing in action heroes and students: Uravity, Shoto, and Red Riot… Is there any action to return them home safely?”

Izuku laughed, gripping Katsuki’s hips to pull them firmly into his own grinding motion. The blonde pulled back, blood painting his lips as he saw Izuku’s malicious smirk.

“How cute…” he mused, “They still think they’re alive.”

The smirk on Izuku’s face made Katsuki into a silent awe. He admired the look of pure malicious joy before plunging his lips to meet Izuku’s. As soon as their lips met, Izuku’s hands travelled further down to grasp at his ass. Urging his own hips downward to have more friction. More so a slight demand that Katsuki easily obliged.

His own hand moved down between them to cup at Izuku’s groin. Katsuki played with the growing erection, working it in haggard motions through fumbling in between the layers of clothing. Katsuki bit more at Izuku’s lips, letting the moans dance into the open air with each fluttering gasp. They weren't particularly listening to the television and the response, but Izuku was far more frantic in trying to grind into Katsuki's grasp.

"We have given our full cooperation with the authorities, and we are doing everything we can to get them back."

The voice was that of the number one hero himself. His voice was clear as day through the television. He was obviously attempting to assure the public that he was also helping; that he was going to help bring them home.

Izuku attempted to sit up, letting his lips tenderly kiss Katsuki. "Let me ride you…"

It was a fumble of bodies. It wasn't long before their positions had switched. Izuku still seemed composed as he yanked Katsuki’s pants down. As Izuku straddled over Katsuki, the press conference was nothing more than a dull murmur to their heated exchanges. Izuku stretched himself up, lifting his arms to reveal the tiniest bit of navel and the fact his sweatpants barely rested above his growing bulge.

Katsuki’s hands travelled up, placing them on either side of Izuku's hips. His own cock rutting against the annoying cloth. Katsuki's frustration got the better of him, pulling at the seams of the paints till he heard the gratifying sound of tearing. Izuku gasped at the feeling of hot skin touching his rim. Katsuki still pulled at the fabric, allowing Izuku’s member to bob free while still wearing the tattered remains of the sweatpants' waistband.

Izuku adjusted, forcing his way down roughly onto Katsuki’s cock. Izuku whined at the burn, demanding more as he pushed even harder to bottom out. Katsuki felt every twitch of Izuku's insides around his cock. The way Izuku slightly twisted to get himself fully adjusted never grew old for Katsuki. He wasn't so blinded that he didn't realize Izuku was attempting to play him for every little burst of noise posisble. Although, the long and satisfied groan seemed to be enough for the curly top as he began to grind his hips.

The slow motions were a distinct contrast to the frantic bobbing that Izuku typically did. The slow pace was still rather forceful; the rocking of hips attempting to hit every inch in a subdued dance. It was then that Katsuki’s gaze was fixated on Izuku’s stomach; the sultry movements hypnotizing as he continued to move back and forth.

Katsuki could swear he could see the slight bulge in Izuku’s stomach from his cock. The slight raise only visible certain movements, but the drag and pull feeling too good for Katsuki to care. Izuku noticed Katsuki's desire filled stare as he began to lift the shirt off. Izuku tossed the shirt aside, letting his hand trail up his torso with gentle fingers. That's when Katsuki felt it. Izuku had activated his quirk, allowing Katsuki to feel those fingertips alongside his own senses.

Katsuki sucked a hard breath, eyes transfixed on Izuku’s wandering fingers. He was so preoccupied with watching Izuku’s one hand to notice the other now held a knife. It wasn't until he felt thr ghosting sharp pricks against his chest that his eyes travelled up.

Izuku had cut little nicks in his skin up near the top of his clavicle. They weren't anything super serious, especially with Izuku’s healing, but blood had already started to trail down his chest. Katsuki's eyes followed the droplets of blood, watching them caress every nook and cranny Izuku had to offer as he continued to grind on Katsuki’s cock. Yet when he felt Izuku’s hands start to smoothly trail through the blood, that was when Katsuki lost what little control he had left.

Almost instinctually, Katsuki sat up. He pulled Izuku close into a seated position to wrap his legs around Katsuki’s back. Even with Izuku still attempting to grind, Katsuki began his own pace. His own shallow motions mirroring Izuku’s as he also preoccupied himself with licking at the smeared blood on Izuku’s chest. Having that coppery taste on his tongue was bliss. Katsuki knew all too well the taste of Izuku's blood, but it still gave a delightful buzz from the taste alone.

"Hmmm… Kacchan is so easy to read." Izuku hummed as he lifted at Katsuki's shirt to pull it off.

The warm hands were a relief on his skin. One of Izuku's hands had come up to comb through his hair. He gave zero fucks about the blood in his hair, he just wanted more of Izuku.

"Fuck… you're beautiful." Katsuki groaned as he suckled at another part of skin not yet graced by his travelling mouth.

Both their hips moved in unison. Katsuki was taking a bit of the lead that Izuku would allow. It was if they were taking the time to meld together within the slow rocking dance. Back and forth, Izuku wrapping his hands around Katsuki’s head to hold him close. Katsuki took the opportunity to lick more at the blood covered skin, hoping to make more unique designs onto Izuku’s torso.

The television was a forgotten murmur in the room; the press conference coming to a close and not holding a candle to the flame that had engulfed them both. Yet, the abrupt buzz from what remained of Izuku's pants pocket caused the teen to flail and fall backward. The motion caused Katsuki to fall with him in a rather ungraceful thud onto the floor. The only real saving grace was a thin rug that provided minor cushion that protected them both from hitting solid concrete. Katsuki let out a pained hiss, the force of his knees hitting the floor paired with Izuku’s weight.

Izuku fished the whirring device from his pocket to leer at it. After a moment of processing who was calling, Izuku groaned in annoyance before answering on speaker. He quickly placed the device well out of Katsuki’s reach.

"Doc, you're the worst with your timing…" Izuku whined as he felt Katsuki’s glare through a sharp thrust.

Izuku figured he'd be receiving a call from the Doctor, but he would have guessed it would have guessed it to have happened sooner. Plus he wasn't completely sure if the Doc would call back if he didn't answer; most likely thinking this contact was burned.

"I see that you boys are making headlines." The doctor replied, voice as meticulous as ever. "Now we can proceede with the next steps of the plan he left us."

Katsuki wasn't letting up, finding the right angle in their new position to grind against Izuku’s prostate. All Izuku could do was fight his voice as he attempted to reply.

"I… well…. You know his first choice is Shigaraki with this-" Izuku had to cut himself off from almost moaning loudly as Katsuki began to thrust harder.

"You better make this fucking quick Doc or I'll-"

Katsuki’s retort was cut off by a hand squeezing at his jaw, forcing it shut. A fair warning glare from Izuku that stuttered his normally dominating presence and persona to a screeching halt.

"Manners…" Izuku hissed lowly, before returning to his normal tone. "As much as I know this pains you Doc, he's gotta take the reigns not me."

Katsuki calmed his thrusts as he saw the pained expression on Izuku’s face. A pain from hurt pridd, one he knew a little too well from their years together. Lust had subdued within Izuku’s eyes for a far off calculated and distant stare. An expression that bothered Katsuki, and wished for it not to be on his love's face.

"Although, I presume that wasn't the only reason you called." Izuku continued, running an idle hand through Katsuki’s hair. "I'm assuming that project I requested a while back turned out to be fruitful?"

"Yes, of course. Although I've only been able to craft one thus far, and testing has yielded results lasting no more than an hour. With more time, I'm sure we can get somethin-"

"One hour is plenty." Izuku interjected, his stare becoming far less distant as he began to smirk. "If there's time for coffee, I'd like to discuss more then."

The code wasn't lost on Katsuki. The drop off points for supplies and such from the doctor having various location code names. All in defense of communication lines being hacked.

"That can work," he replied. "I'm assuming you boys have a busy schedule ahead of you."

"Of course. We're planning a fun party later on. Everyone's invited, so make sure to pass it on."

"I see… well I'll contact you with the schedule so we can plan around that then." There was a long unnatural pause. "You know how to find me if you need anything."

The call ended with a dull tone. Izuku brough Katsuki’s lips back to his own. In its own tender yet hungry kiss, desperate for attention that was long overdue. His legs wrapping again around Katsuki’s hips, forcing them to move together. Feeding each other breathy moans as they picked up where they left off.

Katsuji nipped at Izuku’s lower lip, quietly demanding for more blood as he began to thrust harder. His arms wrapping around Izuku’s torso, pulling the smaller teen down firmly against his groin. Katsuku persisted, thrusting harder as he attempted to keep Izuku in place.

Izuku seemed to catch on, tightening the grip he held with his legs. He was insistent in his own bucking, as he already felt his climax coming as Katsuki pounded harder. His arms wrapping around Katsuki’s neck as Izuku dang his name like a prayer. Izuku's own nails scratch long trails as he continued to hold Katsuki tightly.

Katsuki knew all too well that Katsuki was close, as he chose not to slow down. His mouth clamped down onto Izuku's shoulder as his own grunts left his lips. Even after he felt Izuku climax, he didn't stop. Even after his own climax, he pushed on.

Katsuki never wanted to stop, or forget the one beneath him. The one that said his name in absolutely delicious breathy gasps. Katsuki wanted this to be their last memory in their home, and he was determined to make it something worth remembering.