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"You know, it's a shame I'm so fond of your quirk."
Katsuki jolts. The voice is familiar, but he can't place it. Not that he's really thinking straight to begin with. He fell asleep in his sleeping bag on a long camping trip and he woke up in a bed with a cloth over his eyes to blind him, chains around his ankles, and rope so tight around his wrists that he can't feel his hands. He does his best to shout curses and threats through the wad of cloth in his mouth, but he can't shake it loose.
The bed dips by his side, there's a scent of body wash close by, and the rope goes slack. Katsuki would try to strangle his captor, but the blood rushing back into his limbs makes him scream in pain. While he tries not to pass out, his captor manhandles his arms to his sides, tying him with his palms facing in so he can't use his quirk without blowing his legs off.
Soft fingers brush down Katsuki's neck. He goes for a headbutt. Another hand wraps tightly in his hair, pulls so hard he can feel the blood beading from his scalp. The fingers on his neck caress him gently. They're so different that Katsuki would think there were two people touching him if not for the fact that only one is dipping the bed.
"Shh, calm down. You're okay." The voice is smooth and sweet and still achingly familiar.
Katsuki struggles with everything he has to break free, attack his captor, do anything other than lie here.
His captor sighs. "I didn't want to have to do this. I really am fond of your quirk."
Before Katsuki can even feel confused, a spike shoves through the palm of his left hand and lodges in his thigh. He screams, tears running down his cheeks.
The bed shifts again and soft footsteps move around to the other side. When the second spike enters Katsuki's right hand, his vision goes blinding white and he passes out.
When Katsuki wakes up, he hurts. His hands are the most emotionally devastating. His captor has moved them to up and behind him, likely tied to the bedposts, but he can feel the spikes every time he shifts. His brain is foggy, likely due to painkillers, but even they can't take away all of it.
Slowly, he forces himself to take stock of his body. A twitch of his cheeks confirms that he's still blindfolded and gagged. That's almost a relief. It means he still has his eyes and tongue. His thighs ache, but they've been bandaged. His ankles hurt, dull and throbbing. He isn't sure if they're broken or if it's from pulling on the chains, but he wouldn't be surprised if they were broken.
He lays there for what feels like hours. It'll be a week before anyone realizes he's missing. His hands will have started to heal by then. Started to scar over the sweat glands he needs for his quirk. That thought is enough to make him panic. He can't really breathe around the gag. He feels like he's choking, like he's suffocating. He's going to die here and he won't even know who killed him.
The next thing he knows, the gag is out of his mouth and there are hands clutching his face and a warm body at his side.
"Breathe. Just breathe. Come on. Your lungs are fine. I didn't hurt those."
Katsuki lets out a hysterical laugh. His mouth is so dry that it feels like it's cracking open when he tries to speak. A finger covers his lips before he can.
"Just breathe," his captor repeats.
Another gag is shoved past his teeth. A ball gag this time. He can breathe around it at least.
"There we go. That's better."
A hand trails down his bare chest and Katsuki almost panics again when he realizes that he's naked.
The villain's third visit happens some time later. Katsuki has no idea how long. The pain fucks with his perception of time. He hears the door open.
"I brought you some water," his captor says, fearful and almost earnest. Katsuki can feel his name on the tip of his tongue but he can't bring it to the surface. "I don't want to hear you speak. One word out of you and you lose your water privileges for a day. Understand?"
Katsuki nods. He considers not drinking the water at all, but he figures it's a choice between being drugged now or being drugged later when he's dehydrated and more vulnerable. Though he's not sure how much more vulnerable he can get.
The villain sits down on the bed, takes out the gag, and holds the bottle of water to his lips. Katsuki drains it eagerly. It soothes some of the horrible dry feeling in his throat at least.
As near as Katsuki can tell, the water is laced, but only with painkillers.
On the villain's fourth visit, Katsuki is ready for him. The painkillers are wearing off just enough that neither they nor the pain are severe enough to keep him from thinking. If the villain takes his gag off again, he can get one word out before the villain can stop him. It's the only weapon he has right now. One word to stop the villain in his tracks.
He just needs to figure out what it is.
Sure enough, the villain takes off the gag. There's a new scent with him. Curry. Katsuki's stomach growls and the hunger pangs finally fight through the rest of the pain to reach his conscious mind. Curry's always been his favorite and he can even smell the absurd amounts of spice that he loves. As the villain feeds him a few morsels at a time, he waits, trying to think over everything he knows about the villain so far.
His blood runs cold. The fondness for his quirk, the gentle handling, the nervous, timid voice, the fact that the villain knows his favorite food.
The word tumbles out of him before he can even think to stop it. "Deku."
At first, there's no response. Then a slight shifting of the bed, a heavy sigh, a hand on his shoulder. "I had hoped it would take you a little longer to figure it out, Kacchan. You've always been so smart though."
The soft fondness in that tone has been sickening from the start, but this is the first time Katsuki's had to work to fight off the urge to vomit.
As far as Katsuki knew, Deku had given up on his dream of becoming a hero and gone to a different high school. After that, Katsuki had put him out of his mind, never forgetting him but never going out of his way to remember either. That was years ago. A lot can change in a few years.
Strangely, once he gets through the surprise, he isn't surprised at all. He wasn't expecting anyone to kidnap and mutilate him, but the fact that Deku is the one to do it makes a disturbing amount of sense. Deku has always been obsessed with him. Maybe he can use that to his advantage. Deku took the gag out, so maybe there's a way to talk him down.
A way to talk Deku down. Deku. Somehow make Deku not chase after his obsessions. Right. That's not happening.
Deku left the blindfold on, but took the gag with him. Katsuki works his jaw. He can deal with that one small ache. The rest of it is a bit beyond him. He'll figure it out though. He just needs to think of something.
Katsuki doesn't think for long. The room is warming up. He's sweating. Normally, he would be thrilled about that, but right now all it means is that he has nitroglycerin seeping into his open wounds. He tries not to cry from the pain. He doesn't know if he'll get more water. He's pretty sure that Deku had hoped to keep him as a pet, make Katsuki love him and then reveal who he really was. Katsuki doesn't know if that's changed. If Deku still wants to keep him alive.
As the minutes tick by, he realizes that's not the most pressing issue. The most pressing issue is his cock slowly beginning to harden.
Horror washes over him as he realizes what happened. Aphrodisiacs smell sickly sweet, but the massive quantities of spice that he loves would mask the taste. He wouldn't have had more than a sip of water before catching on, but he ate the whole meal Deku gave him. He underestimated just how depraved his captor is.
Katsuki cries. He can't stop himself. He tried to count seconds to stay distracted so he knows that so much more than an hour has passed. He's drenched in sweat and agonizingly hard. His hips cant upwards against his will. He thrusts into thin air, writhing with broken ankles and impaled hands, but not even the blinding pain outweighs the sheer need for release. But there's nothing he can do to get it.
So he cries. He sobs. He moans. He keens. He makes pathetic little whines he didn't even know he was capable of.
But it's not until he feels the bones of his ankle shift, until smells the copper of the blood flowing freely down his thighs, until the spike in his hand catches on the wall and drags the hole open wider that he finally gives in. His pride isn't worth injuring himself more.
"Deku!" he screams and fails to convince himself that he doesn't beg.
Deku's hands are somehow both ice cold and searing hot. They roam over Katsuki's body like twigs passing through a fire, parting the flames as they go. And the flames rush back behind them. Ten pinpricks of blissful relief aren't nearly enough compared to the hell the rest of his body is in.
"What do you need?" Deku asks, soft and gentle.
To strangle you, Katsuki thinks. He pulls towards Deku's hands as much as he can, but Deku always keeps them just out of reach. Just enough to make the need even worse than he thought possible.
"Deku," he cries as a hand splays over his stomach and for a second he can feel a palm rub against him. "Dekuuu," he whines as hot breaths tease his neck without even the feather light touch of lips. "Deku!" he shrieks as a finger dips down between his thighs and steadfastly ignores everything he needs.
None of his pleas sway the villain who holds Katsuki's life in his hands. "Use your words," Deku says calmly. "I don't know what you want unless you tell me."
To watch you die, Katsuki thinks. "You," he chokes out. "Need you, need Deku."
A sigh. Disappointed. Katsuki almost shrieks in sheer misery until a cool hands curls around his face. "I would prefer it if you were more polite, but I know this is the best you can do."
The implication that Katsuki isn't good enough hurts even worse than the tortures he's already endured.
The soul deep despair vanishes a moment later. Strong thighs grasp his sides and Deku slowly lowers himself onto Katsuki's weeping cock. The pleasure is more blinding than the pain could ever be. Moans and gasps and cries of ecstasy mingle together and Katsuki doesn't know if he's more sickened by Deku's or his own. He fucks Deku as hard and fast as he can, but even now, Deku is cruel, dragging it out as long as possible.
"Be patient," he orders gleefully, one hand on Katsuki's throat.
Like I haven't been waiting for hours already, Katsuki thinks and notes with what tiny scraps of unspent disgust he has left that he's too busy panicking about everything else to panic about being strangled.
Deku can't hold out forever though. He rips off Katsuki's blindfold. "Look at me," he orders.
The first time in years Katsuki sees those emerald green eyes, they're jet black with lust. A moment later, they roll back into Deku's head as he spills his load over Katsuki's stomach.
Katsuki's eyes are locked on Deku's, completely unable to look away. Even when he cums harder than he ever has in his life, he can't bear to look anywhere else, to even close his eyes. Deku holds him spellbound as pleasure rushes through him.
Then exhaustion floods him and he falls asleep with weary resignation. Of course he wouldn't even get the time to savor that release.
When he wakes up, he's clean, but he feels disgusting. Everything is simultaneously overwhelming and distant. He realizes first that he's curled up in a fetal position, then that he's untied, then that blood is soaking through the bandages, then that his blindfold is off.
Blearily, he looks around. To his surprise, the room has a window. Sun filters in, either morning or afternoon. He can't tell which. The window is barred. The room looks like a cabin. Wood walls, geometric rug, ceiling fan with an ancient lightbulb. The door out has an iron cage around it that juts into the room so he has two doors to break through. An open door on the side leads to a bathroom with a tub.
He could blast his way out if he could use his quirk. He checks his hands to see how bad the damage is. Very bad.
The spikes are steel, or at least the plugs in the holes are. Dried blood surrounds them and a string passed through a hole in the center ties them to his hand so he can't get them off without undoing a very tiny and complicated knot with his shattered hands.
The rest of him is in a bit better shape. His thighs are bleeding, but they don't seem infected. His ankles are swollen and purple. He tries to prod them with the side of his hand to see if they're broken, but that just hurts his hand more than his ankles.
The most disturbing thing, though, is that he isn't quite naked anymore. He has a cock cage on and as he moves to examine it, he feels the collar around his throat.
The sky darkens. The light turns on. Katsuki is bored. He wrapped himself in the blankets but he can't do anything except wait for Deku to return. He hurts too much to plan an escape.
"Sorry I'm late! Business took longer than I expected." Deku enters with a smile and a few shopping bags.
Didn't know when you were supposed to be back, Katsuki thinks. He stays curled up under the blankets. He's comfortable. Sort of.
Deku puts the bags down on the nightstand and starts sorting through them. He's wearing a black sweater with CROP TOP printed on it. It isn't a crop top. It is, however, tight enough to show off his muscles. Somehow, he got buff enough to rival Katsuki himself. Plus, he became evil. Can't forget about that.
"What happened to you?" Katsuki rasps.
Deku opens a bottle of water and sticks in a long plastic tube. He puts it near Katsuki's mouth so Katsuki can use it as a straw. "Got stuck in traffic."
Katsuki takes a gulp of water. Some of the haziness clears. "I mean, why are you a villain?"
Deku shrugs. "Seemed like the best way to keep you close. I didn't want some hero agency snapping you up before I could."
A hero agency probably wouldn't hold me prisoner and rape me, Katsuki thinks. "Thought you were gonna become a police officer or something."
Deku pulls out a granola bar. "Got a better offer," he says as he chews it.
Katsuki gets the feeling this conversation isn't meant to go anywhere. "Did you break my ankles?" he asks because he might as well at this point.
"Yeah."
"Oh. Neat. Wasn't sure."
Deku laughs. Giggles like he's just some regular guy. He holds a granola bar out so Katsuki can eat it. Katsuki tries to grab it but all he does is whimper in pain.
There isn't really much Katsuki can read off Deku. He's more confident now, but he doesn't have any of the maniacal cackling Katsuki would expect from someone doing this sort of thing. He really just acts like a regular guy when he isn't doing horrific things. It's eerie.
They eat in silence. Katsuki stares, trying to glean any scrap of information he can use. Deku smiles. He probably thinks the silence is companionable. Maybe that's the key. It'll wound Katsuki's pride to play at being subdued, but his pride is pretty well wounded anyway.
"Yeah, good luck with that," Deku says.
"Wha-?"
Deku taps his own forehead with a smug expression. "I'm not the little quirkless loser you remember anymore, Kacchan."
That's pretty fucking obvious, Katsuki thinks. But there's something about the way Deku says it that gives him pause. The expression makes it clear that Deku wants him to ask so he can refuse to answer. "What's up with the cock cage?" he asks instead because it's the first thing he thinks of to talk about.
"I like how you look in it."
That's more honest than Katsuki anticipated. He doesn't get to insist that Deku tell the truth either now.
"Fuck you," he sighs.
"We already did that."
There’s a bird on the windowsill. A blue jay, Katsuki thinks, though he isn’t entirely sure. It perches on the windowsill and pecks at the glass, its head twisting from side to side. The glass is too thick for Katsuki to hear anything but the pecking. He assumes the bird is chirping. He stares at the blue jay but it doesn’t stare back. Katsuki’s a little insulted.
The blue jay flies away. Katsuki leans back against his pillows again and turns his attention to the motionless ceiling fan. It’s a lot less interesting but at least he’s not jealous of the fan’s freedom.