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A/n: This story is E for Explicit. Mind the tags. Although this is M/M and there are sex scenes, this story is not Smut.
If you didn’t read the tags there is : Non-con, underage, child abuse, violence, mind break, human trafficking, and a wide spectrum of true villainy.
There is also : Hope, salvation, found family, unbreakable bonds, and the remarkable resilience of the human spirit - oh and of course True Love.
* (Side note) * If you read my other stories, they are not abandoned and WILL be updated in the next week or two. I’ve been hit hard the last few months, and I dabbled with this new idea to keep myself distracted. My other stories are “serious” in my head, and they have a definite end point I’m trying to get to. I couldn’t hold all the pieces in my mind enough to work on them, but a new story with no strings kept me hanging on. I hope you understand.
xXx
Stolen
The sun beat down on the kids playing in a small, neighborhood park. A few kids were on the jungle gyms and swings, but the majority were clumped up by the sandpit. They circled two kids - one with spiky blond hair and the other with curly dark hair. Small explosions popped and crackled, scenting the air with an almost sweet smelling smoke.
“Shut up, Deku!” - crackle pop! - “Who asked you, huh, loser?!”
The dark-haired child cried out, tears streaking his round cheeks, as the small explosion knocked him off his feet for the third time. He was disheveled and his skin and clothes bore burn marks. This had clearly been going on for a few minutes at least.
“You think you can get in my way, huh, stupid Deku?!” the blond snarled, heart thudding with power as the group around him cheered and goaded him on.
“Y-You’ll get i-in tr-trouble!” the kid sobbed.
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU USELESS DEKU!” the blond screamed and let off consecutive explosions in his hands, reaching for the kid’s face.
The boy flinched back, covering his face and curling into a ball. The explosions hit the back of his shoulders instead, burning his shirt and scalding his skin. With a final snarl and a kick of dirt at the curled up child, the blond stormed off. The others kicked dirt and threw taunts before following in the blond’s wake.
It took nearly an hour for the child to pick himself up and even then he didn’t go far. He staggered over to a small bench and sat sniffling and hunched. His tired, tearful eyes watched as kids older and younger than him played on the playground, carefree and happy.
The sun began to set and slowly the kids began to trickle away until the boy was the last one in the park. His burns still hurt, but not as bad as they had. Gathering his strength, the boy pushed onto his feet and began the painful walk home. He wasn’t looking forward to his mother’s tears when she saw his injuries. She didn’t blame him for getting hurt, exactly, but she did wish he’d keep his head down and stay out of the way. But she didn’t understand. If he did that, it would be like he didn’t matter, like he wasn’t even there! He’d rather Kacchan be mad at him than be invisible!
A crackling explosion sounded up the street and he lifted his head with an instinctive flinch. Terror and shock hit his system. He almost couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing… a black van - back doors open - two men - their faces covered in ski masks - one was struggling to hold Kacchan’s kicking legs - the other had a hand over Kacchan’s mouth while he fought off the blond’s swinging, exploding hands. There was no thought. There was no plan. Izuku simply moved. He sprinted toward the men and Kacchan, screaming at the top of his lungs, “LET HIM GO!”
Wild, red eyes met his own. Then Izuku was slamming into the one who had Kacchan’s legs. By coincidence, Izuku slammed into the man in just the right way that made his legs buckle. He dropped to his knees and Kacchan’s feet got free. He kicked the man right in the face. There was a crunch, a guttural curse word, and the smell of blood. Izuku beat his fists down on the man’s back as hard as he could, still screaming. Then something hit him in the head and everything went black.
When Izuku woke up, his head hurt really badly. He curled onto his side and threw up. It wasn’t much, but it hurt and it smelled. He was somewhere dark and the whole room was moving… Wait! He was in the van! He could just make out the small square from the street lights that came in through the square windows high up on the van doors.
Woozy and terrified, he turned to found Kacchan lying limp behind him against the van wall. The blond’s eyes were closed and his arms were tied behind his back. There was nothing else in the space with them. Not even trash. The floor was the same metal as the walls, ceiling, and doors.
“Kacchan…” he rasped, heart thundering. He gently shook the blond’s shoulder. “Kacchan…”
Red eyes fluttered open. His nose scrunched up at the smell of Izuku’s sickness.
“Kacchan…” Izuku sobbed, flinching back at the snarl on the blond’s face.
“I didn’t need your help!” he snapped, voice raspy and dry. “The hell were you thinking, Deku?”
“I’m sorry, Kacchan… I j-just… I couldn’t do n-nothing!” he whimpered.
The blond struggled, trying to get his arms free, but he couldn’t. “Fuck! Get me loose!” he snapped and rolled so his back was to Izuku.
Izuku saw in horror that Kacchan’s hands had been tied palms together. If he let off explosions, he’d hurt himself badly. Nervously, he fingered the cord wrapped around Kacchan’s hands and forearms. It was made of some type of plastic. There was no knot he could see. It was as if it was all one piece. Determined, Izuku put his mouth to the plastic and tried to chew through it.
“The hell’s taking so long, stupid Deku!” Kacchan snarled, struggling to yanked his arms free or at least get his hands loose.
Izuku didn’t bother answering and kept chewing. It made his gums bleed, but he didn’t stop.
“The hell! Are you drooling on me! You’re disgusting!”
Izuku tuned it all out and chewed. He knew the only chance they had was if Kacchan was free.
“The hell?” Kacchan’s voice dropped, confusion coloring his voice. “That’s not drool… Are you… bleeding?… What the hell are you doing, Deku? Cut it out!”
Izuku ignored him and used his hands to keep Kacchan in place, so the blond couldn’t roll back over and put his arms to the wall. Kacchan snarled and cussed at him, but Izuku kept chewing.
The van came to a sudden stop and Izuku’s teeth finally severed the plastic cord. It whipped up and cut his cheek, but Kacchan yanked his arms apart and turned. His eyes went wide in horror. Izuku looked a sight. A bruise was darkening on the side of his forehead and swelling one eye, blood filled his mouth and coated his teeth, and there was a fresh cut bleeding across his cheek, cutting right through his freckles.
Before Kacchan could say anything, the back doors of the van were pulled open. Izuku screamed as his ankle was grabbed and he was yanked violently out the doors. He crumpled in a heap on hard concrete just as Kacchan exploded over his head and landed on the guy who’d grabbed him. Kacchan’s hands crackled and popped as they landed on the man’s face. Kacchan hit him without hesitation and without pulling his strength. This wasn’t a playground fight. They were fighting for their lives!
The man toppled unconscious, face smoking, cheek and eye socket dented in and broken. Kacchan snarled and scrambled to his feet, raising his hands and facing the next threat only to freeze. There was a ring of men surrounding the back of the van. They wore dark clothes and wicked smiles. One man lifted a gun and fired. Kacchan was punched off his feet. His head hit the bumper and he collapsed limp. Possibly dead. Izuku’s scream ripped through the air.
“Is Ko dead?” a voice demanded.
A man knelt by the guy Kacchan had exploded. The sight of his dented, burnt face turned Izuku’s stomach, and he realized in shock just how much Kacchan held back when they fought. A sick feeling of gratitude welled up in him.
“No, but he’s bad off, boss. Without help, he’s a gonner.”
“Who the fuck is this second brat?”
“Attacked us when we was grabbing the blond. He was screaming his head off so we nabbed him, too.”
“What’s your quirk, kid?”
When Izuku didn’t answer, panting and crying as he stared at Kacchan, a hand yanked him to his feet by his hair. Pain screamed along his scalp and Izuku grabbed at the man’s fist desperately, crying out in pain.
“I said what’s your fucking quirk!” the man snarled.
“Q-Quirkl-less…” Izuku admitted, shaking.
The man stared at him for a minute and then burst into laughter. “Someone take his fucking shoes off. Confirm it.”
Izuku flinched and sobbed as his leg was yanked up in a painful position and his shoe was torn off. They felt his pinky toe.
“Quirkless,” the man confirmed.
A round of laugher went through the group. Izuku cringed with self-disgust. He watched helplessly as Kacchan was lifted like a sack of rice under one of the men’s arms. Izuku was forced to walk, only one shoe on his feet. The building had a factory feel with winding corridors. They were taken to a room with metal dog crates lining the walls. There were over a dozen and almost every one of them held a kid. Kacchan was thrown into one. Izuku was put into the one next to it. The men left and the room was plunged into pitch darkness. Izuku cried.
…
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE NO LEADS?! WHERE IS MY GODDAMN SON!”
Masaru could do nothing as Mitsuki screamed at the detective. Their son had been missing for twenty-four hours now. He understood the police were doing everything they could, but there was no ransom call, no camera footage, no eye witnesses. They’d managed to track down Katsuki’s friends and get a timeline for his day, but he simply disappeared after leaving his friends to go home. There was no sign of Katsuki anywhere. The police had canvased every inch of the the streets Katsuki would have taken to get home, but no one had seen or heard anything. Which was strange since his son would not have gone without a fight and his quirk was loud and eye-catching.
“We’re doing everything we can, ma’am. We have our very best on this case,” the detective said in a placating way.
“You think that makes me feel better! You’re a bunch of fucking incompetents!” Mitsuki growled. “Masaru, let’s go! We’ll be hiring a private detective to find our son since these idiots can’t fucking do their goddamn jobs!”
Masaru followed his wife out, stomach twisting with agony. He’d seen the truth in the policemen’s eyes. They’d lost their son mere weeks after his eighth birthday, and no one would be able to get him back.
…
“Are you sure Izuku didn’t just run away?” the detective asked, frustrated and distracted. “Look, we have no ransom demand and no witnesses. You have no proof he was taken.”
“Izuku wouldn’t run away,” Inko insisted tearfully. “Please. I know my son.”
“We’ve evidence he was bullied pretty badly, Ms. Midoriya. It’s possible he…”
“No,” she insisted, growing louder and more distressed. “Izuku’s only seven! He’s just a baby! He wouldn’t kill himself!” But she was too upset now and dissolved into loud tears.
The police shuffled her out the door after that with a weak promise to keep looking. Inko stood on the street in front of the police station in a daze. Izuku, her precious son, he was gone, and the police weren’t too concerned about finding a quirkless kid. Straightening her spine, Inko began to walk to the nearest hero agency. She’d go to every single hero in the country if she had to, until she found someone willing to save her precious baby.
…
Katsuki woke feeling dizzy and sick. His hands were strapped together again. He growled and tried to speak, but he couldn’t. There was something on his face, holding his jaw shut. He growled louder, shaking his head to try and move it, uncaring that it made his head hurt more and his vision swim.
“The mutt’s awake,” said a cold, male voice.
Katsuki was yanked up into a sitting position by his hair.
“If you throw up, you’ll suffocate and die,” he was warned.
Katsuki swallowed desperately, blinking back tears. Slowly his eyes focused to see he was in a room that looked like a clinic. He was on an exam bed, naked. A man in dirty scrubs and a white surgical mask had a grip on his hair. His eyes were a cold blue.
“It’s time for your first fight, mutt. If you win, I’ll give you first aid. You’ll get to eat and sleep. If you lose, you better die fighting because if you don’t…” He leaned closer, smiling cruelly. “You’ll die screaming in agony as our dogs eat you up. You got that, mutt?” The man shook Katsuki’s head roughly.
Katsuki growled and tried to jerk away, uncaring that it yanked on his hair and made his head spin.
The man’s eyes crinkled with a smile. “I like your fire, mutt. You better not disappoint us.”
Katsuki was hauled off the table. It hit him again that he was naked — no clothes or shoes or socks — but he didn’t have time to worry about that. As soon as they left the clinic, he could hear the yells and cheers of a big crowd. He was marched through another door that opened onto a hockey ring type space. There was a big oval in the center with attached spaces with benches behind a plexiglass wall. Katsuki stared out into the ring.
Two kids Katsuki’s age were fighting. One had snakes for hair like the old story of Medusa. The other had knives sticking out of his forearms like fins. The kids wrestled and screamed and snarled. Blood spattered the floor. They acted like wild animals more than kids. It took a long time, but eventually the kid with knives on his forearms won. He stabbed the other boy in the chest over and over. Blood pooled under the boy as the snakes went still and limp, the boy dead. Katsuki stared, his mind completely blank.
“Remember what I said,” the man told him coldly. He tugged on something at the back of Katsuki’s head and the metal thing on his face fell away. Then his arms were unstrapped. “Kill him or you’ll die instead.”
Rage burst to life in Katsuki’s chest. He spun with a furious scream - “FUCK YOU!” - and attacked with an explosion.
The man kicked him away and Katsuki fell through the doorway into the ring, winded and head ringing. His chest throbbed from the kick and he couldn’t suck in a full breath. The door swung shut. Katsuki gasped and snarled. The harsh lights from above blared down at him, making him sweat. His palms sparked and popped. Rings of faces stared at him, mouths open as they yelled and cheered. A sense of chilling déjà vu washed through him, remembering the extras who always followed him around cheering when he put the shitty Deku in his place.
His heart lurched. Deku. Where was Deku? Was he going to be put in this fucking ring? Without a quirk? The thought made him snarl in fury. Something hit him from the side. He roared, vision red with rage, his hands coming around, explosions blasting forth. The kid with blades on his arms flinched back with a cry, eyes wild.
“The hell!” Katsuki screamed at him. “Don’t touch me! I’ll kill you!”
The boy snarled and swiped at him. He was fast. The cut slashed across Katsuki’s chest. It burned, and the pain made him scream with fury. He launched himself at the extra, fists swinging and explosions cracking through the air. Katsuki fought blindly. Enraged, afraid, confused, he fought until the kid didn’t get up. Katsuki staggered to his feet, breathing hard, face twisted in a snarl.
“Kill me…” the kid rasped, naked terror on his face. “Kill me… Don’t let them do it… Please kill me…”
Katsuki backed away, eyes wild and wide.
He was grabbed from behind and flung to the ground. He struck out, but his hands yanked behind him and tied tightly, palms together. The metal thing was strapped to his face again. It hurt, forcing his jaws together. He was hauled to his feet and practically dragged back to the bench behind the plexiglass. A scream of pure pain tore through the air. Katsuki’s head whipped around.
Dogs. They’d let thin, starved dogs into the ring. The kid he’d beat down screamed as the animals tore into him. Blood fanned the air. Half his hand was flung toward Katsuki as a dog snapped his head to the side. Small and pale and blood-covered, a kid’s hand. The screams went on and on.
Slick with sweat and blood, nearly hyperventilating, Katsuki sat muzzled and restrained, the man’s unforgiving hand in his hair, forcing him to watch. The boy took almost twenty minutes to die, even as the dogs ate through his guts. Katsuki watched, numb with horror, as the boy was turned into food, and a sheer visceral terror like he’d never known took root in his core —
I’m gonna be food Don’t let me be food I don’t wanna die Please don’t let me die like that Don’t make me food I don’t want to be eaten Please don’t eat me I’ll kill you I’ll kill all of you Won’t let you eat me —
…
Izuku had been scrubbed within an inch of his life. He stood hunched and terrified as he and several other kids, boys and girls, were led single-file down a hallway into a room with a round stage in the center. They were positioned on the edge in a ring facing outward. Then people came in. Mostly men, some women. Mostly older, some young. They were touched and talked about. Izuku held a card that read 39. The kids were pulled down one by one. Then he was grabbed. Izuku was pushed toward a man in a suit. An almost gentle hand cupped his head and led him back into the hallway.
“P-please…” Izuku stuttered, tears streaking his face as he looked up at the man. “I-I’ve been k-kidnapped. M-me and my f-friend. P-please h-help us…”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” the man told him gently. “I’m going to help you. Be quiet now.”
Izuku nodded, clinging to the man’s jacket in terror, his heart beating hard with hope.
The man opened a door and pushed him gently into a bedroom. Izuku stood just inside the room, confused and terrified.
“W-what…?”
“Come here, sweetheart. You must have been so scared.”
The man picked him up in his arms and held him close.
Izuku clung and sobbed. He was carried over to the bed and they sat down, Izuku in his lap. “P-please h-help m-me…” he sobbed, begging.
The man shushed him and stroked his hair. He began to kiss Izuku’s face, then his lips. Izuku jerked back, eyes wild, heart hammering, but the man fisted his hair and held him still. Izuku whimpered as a heavy, thick tongue pushed into his mouth.
Izuku drifted after that. As the man’s hands slid over his skin - his mouth leaving a wet trail over his neck and shoulders - as he was placed belly down on the bed - as his legs were spread and slick fingers pried him open —
Izuku arched with a scream as something pushed inside his body, splitting him open and brutally compressing his insides. Izuku clawed at the bedding under him in mindless panic. He was sobbing so hard he could hardly breathe. The thing pressed inside so deep there was no room for his lungs to expand. Choking, gaging, he writhed in agony, the man pressing him down, bruising his arms and hips, knocking Izuku breathless with every hard thrust inside — until Izuku finally, mercifully, passed out…
…
Katsuki lived in a nightmare. He was yanked about, called mutt, slept in a small dog crate, was fed through a straw that was threaded through one of the holes in the muzzle strapped to his fucking face. He fought. He killed. He was hurt. Had his bones broken, skin slashed and bruised, electrocuted — All of it repaired by the shoddy nurse, but never all the way. His bones never stopped aching. His skin was tender and itchy. He was never without pain, but he never lost. Losing meant death. Losing meant he would be eaten!
(Won’t let you eat me! Oh god I don’t want to be food! Please don’t let me be food!)
The only thing that kept him sane through the unending pain and terror was the thought of Deku. Deku was here somewhere. Katsuki wasn’t alone. Deku was here. He just needed to find Deku.
(His dreams were haunted by the feel of a man grabbing him painfully tight, pulling him into a dark van - of Deku’s voice yelling for help as he rushed in to stop the men - of the tacky feel of Deku’s blood as the boy chewed his arms free - of Deku’s terrified scream - )
Katsuki waited and waited for the day he would be put against Deku. It was the only thing that kept him somewhat sane, fantasizing about grabbing him and escaping. Of blowing all the fucking Faces to pieces and busting out.
(His mind was unable to even consider that Deku had already fought and lost. That he was long dead, his small body eaten by feral dogs. If he had, his mind would have snapped completely.)
He didn’t know how long it’d been (except it’d been a long, long time) before he noticed there were kids mixed in with the the Faces screaming and shouting down at him. It was like an explosion going off behind his eyes. Of course! There’d be no point putting a quirkless kid into the ring! You couldn’t gamble on a guaranteed outcome, and quirkless Deku was a guaranteed kill! All this time Deku was out there with the Faces!
Katsuki became obsessed. He drew out his fights, uncaring that he got hurt more for dragging things out. At first, he didn’t know what the kids were doing. He saw them walk around with food trays and drinks, but a lot of the time they just sat in the laps of the Faces, sometimes bouncing up and down strangely. Then, during a fight not long after Katsuki began paying closer attention to the crowd, a Face pushed a kid up against the plexiglass wall. Katsuki stood frozen, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, as he saw the outline of the man’s dick press outward from inside the boy’s body.
Katsuki knew sex made babies, knew vaguely what his penis was for, but he thought it was for girls only, and he hadn’t really understood the mechanics of it. He definitely didn’t know boys could do that to boys, or to kids! It took almost two minutes to really understand what he was seeing and understand why.
Taking advantage of his distraction, the mutt in the ring with him knocked Katsuki to the ground with a hit to the head with his shovel-like hand. A second blow came down on Katsuki’s chest and cracked his ribs. Katsuki screamed in pain!
(I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die!)
His blurry eyes found the boy pinned against the plexiglass, and his woozy mind replaced the boy with Deku’s image — and Katsuki completely lost it.
Explosions launched Katsuki back onto his feet and onto the other boy in the ring. He bit and tore into the shoulder of the mutt, tasting blood and raw flesh, chewy skin and muscle. He blasted chunks of his ribcage away even as his teeth tore into bloody meat.
Once the fucking mutt stopped moving, Katsuki’s head whipped up with an animalistic snarl, his eyes latching onto the Face who was distorting Deku’s belly with his disgusting dick! He slammed into the wall right in front of the monster, exploding it with both hands in a desperate attempt to kill the fucker! The plexiglass spiderwebbed and warped, but it held. The man dropped the kid (It isn’t Deku it isn’t Deku it isn’t Deku!) as if he were trash. The kid collapsed, his eyes blank and dull. Like he was a corpse already. Bruises and bite marks and hand prints decorated his skin. Blood trickled down his pale thighs…
Katsuki must have been tranqed because the next thing he knew he was waking up like usual, arms tied and a muzzled strapped to his face. He was curled up in the fucking dog crate, but this time they left him there in the dark without food or water for a long time. When they finally pulled him out, Katsuki couldn’t walk, let alone fight. He was only semi-conscious.
He was given water and several nutrient drinks through the muzzle. They let him rest in the clinic before giving him a bath and another round of both. Then the nurse gave him a shot of something that made Katsuki’s whole body sing, his mind snapping awake as the world came sharply into focus.
The fights blurred together after that. Katsuki still searched the crowd, still snarled as he watched the kids get used by the Faces, but he didn’t attack. He had to keep it cool. He had to wait. He had to find his Deku. Nothing else mattered. Not the blood or death or constant pain. He had to find Deku!
And then…
Katsuki found him!
Deku was on the second level pressed against a wooden banister. His head almost came up to the man’s shoulders; he must be standing on something. His hands held the railing in a white-knuckled grip as he bent slightly over the railing, his body rocking as if he were bouncing quickly on his toes. His freckled face was contorted with pain, his eyes screwed shut as tears streaked down his too-pale cheeks.
Katsuki lost his goddamn mind. This was the real Deku! This was HIS Deku!
For the first time in his life, he got airborne. He exploded upward, all instinct and no practice. It was rough and clumsy, but he skyrocketed up to the second landing. Faces screamed and ran by the dozens. Katsuki ignored them and barreled into the fucker who’d put his dick in Deku.
Reaching forward with his palm, he released his strongest explosion! It blew Katsuki backward, and he sprang back to his feet, teeth bared in a snarl, hands up and crackling. The Face was down. Burnt skin, broken bones, and a crushed heart inside a concave chest — the Face lay dead, eyes glazed as they stared unseeing. Victorious, Katsuki ran to Deku.
The boy was shaking violently, huddled against the banister. Bite marks, hickies, and bruises in the shape of handprints littered his too thin body just like that other boy’s. Blood and white stuff dripped from his butt onto the floor under him. Deku was curled over his knees, his arms up to hide his face, and deep sobs wracked his entire body. They’d hurt Deku bad!
“Ka…cchan…” the boy rasped, voice broken. The expression in his eyes went beyond despair. “Don’t… look…” he begged, curling up to cover his nakedness. “Don’t… Kacchan… please…”
For the first time in his life, Katsuki burst into desperate tears. He flung himself on Deku, clawing into Deku’s too skinny shoulders as he sobbed brokenly. At first, Deku was stiff in his arms, but then surprisingly steady arms wrapped around him, and Katsuki pressed even tighter into Deku’s embrace.
“Kacchan…” Deku rasped, quiet and soothing. “It’s okay, Kacchan. I love you, too. You’re okay. I love you.”
And that’s when he heard himself babbling through his tears, voice rough and broken and almost inhuman… “love you love you love you love you love you”… Katsuki couldn’t stop saying it. Didn’t know how else to explain the mess inside his head. All the feelings and fear and need and rage and grief. Could only say those two words desperately over and over.
The guards came with tasers and tranquilizers, but Katsuki fought like a wild thing. He took two down before they finally got him. Deku screamed and begged as the muzzle was latched violently onto Katsuki’s face. Katsuki’s arms were yanked brutally back, his palms tied together, and still he thrashed and snarled.
“Please don’t hurt him! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please! Don’t hurt him! I’ll be good! I’ll do anything! Please!”
Katsuki snarled in rage. That wasn’t what he wanted! (No, don’t! Stupid fucking Deku! Don’t! Not for me! Mine! My Deku! Don’t let them touch you! I’ll kill them all!) He screamed as he felt the sharp sting of a needle plunging into his arm. Then he knew nothing at all.
…
Izuku had seen Kacchan’s fights, of course. It broke his heart watching Kacchan kill, but Izuku knew why he did it. Izuku saw many fights, not just Kacchan’s, and he saw what happened to the kids who lost but weren’t killed. The dogs got them. Tore them apart - ripping off hands and feet and pulled out their guts, dragging them across the floor - while they screamed and screamed - Kacchan was a mercy in comparison.
The first time he’d watched Kacchan fight, he’d screamed and begged, terrified he was about to watch Kacchan get killed right in front of him! (No! Not Kacchan! Anyone but Kacchan!) He’d been so focused, he’d barely noticed the man spearing through his guts, bruising him bloody from the inside, but Kacchan didn’t die. He was even more fierce and strong than Deku remembered, and Kacchan always won.
Kacchan was the only thing that anchored him in this place. He spent so much time half out of his head floating away that he was afraid one day he wouldn’t come down. He’d just keep drifting up and up and up until he disappeared completely. The sounds of Kacchan’s explosions - his snarls - his fierce red eyes - They were the only things that tethered him to earth.
He hadn’t expected Kacchan to see him. He’d almost died in horror when Kacchan had suddenly blasted up on twin explosions and attacked the man using his body. A sickening wave of shame and self-disgust almost made him vomit at the blond’s feet, but instead of screaming profanity and calling Izuku a filthy whore, the fierce, blood-spattered blond had crashed into Izuku and wrapped his arms around him, telling him that he loved him.
Kacchan had said he loved him! Loved Izuku! With handprints bruised into his skin and his insides a gaping, flithy emptiness, Kacchan had said he loved him. Amazing, powerful Kacchan!
Izuku felt something that had died inside his chest come back to life in that moment. He’d given up long ago, just waiting for the end, any end to make it all stop, but hearing the grief and agony in Kacchan’s broken voice, he realized…
Kacchan needed him.
“Take that fucking feral mutt out of here!” the man snapped, flinging his hand out to the side and pointing down the hallway. He closed in on Izuku, his expression thunderous with fury.
“Please…” Izuku begged as Kacchan was dragged away. He knew what happened to feral dogs. (Anyone but Kacchan!) “Please… I can get Kacchan to be good… Please don’t put him down…”
“Did I ask for your opinion, whore?” the man snarled and grabbed a brutal fistful of Izuku’s hair.
Izuku’s eyes teared up automatically. He gripped the man’s pants at his thigh desperately. “He was just trying to get to me! Please! I can keep him calm!”
Izuku slid his hand suggestively up and caressed the man’s crotch. The man’s furious expression shifted as his eyes sharpened with a cold interest. Izuku wanted to curl up and die. Instead, head still bent back by the painful grip on his hair, he gave the man a trembling smile.
“He makes lots of money, doesn’t he?… I can help… Please…”
For the first time, Izuku was the one to initiate contact. He stared up at the man through his lashes, tears still streaking down his cheeks. He slowly bent forward, pressing trembling lips to the man’s slowly growing bulge.
The man gave him a curious look, his grip loosening so he merely cupped the back of Izuku’s head. “Oh yeah? You make a lot of claims, whore. You sure you can keep the mutt in line?”
Izuku nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir… Please… I’ll be so good for you, and I’ll make sure Kacchan’s good, too… Please don’t kill him…” Izuku stuck his tongue out and licked at the man’s pants right where the hard tip rested beneath the fabric. “I can be so good…”
The man thumbed Izuku’s bottom lip and gave a shark’s smile. “Let’s see just how good you are. Get to it, slut.”
Izuku shook like a leaf, swallowing hard repeatedly to keep his stomach down. It took him a second to realize the man wasn’t going to help him. The man stood, his cold eyes staring down at him - watching, waiting, judging. Kacchan’s life hung in the balance, and it gave Izuku the strength to reach trembling hands forward.
He pulled the man’s zipper down and unbuttoned his jeans. He wasn’t sure what to do next, the man’s boxers in the way, but he found the slit in the fabric and, whimpering, finally got the cock half out of the material.
The smell was subtle and yet hit Izuku like a fist to the gut. He gagged, but he couldn’t slow down, didn’t want to drag this out. He opened his mouth and shoved as much as he could in. He slobbered and choked himself, sucking messily through his tears. The man let him struggle, gagging and coughing every harsh bob up and down the quickly slicking shaft, before he finally fisted Izuku’s hair and began to fuck his throat in earnest. Izuku practically whimpered in relief, letting his body hang limp as he finally, finally, let everything fade into the background —
— He came back to himself, hacking and coughing, half-strangled and collapsed on his side at the man’s feet. His mouth was full of the bitter tang of cum, his scalp throbbed with painful heat from a too harsh grip, so did his jaw and throat. They burned like fire! Izuku was used to pain and ignored it as he pushed up on his knees.
“Please…” he rasped roughly. He gripped the man’s thighs in shaking hands, his pants still hanging open. The man was breathing hard and was staring at Izuku with curiosity as well as lingering pleasure. “Don’t kill… Kacchan… I can help…”
The man reached down to thumb Izuku’s tender, bruised lips. “I’ll see what I can do. Now come on, slut. Back to the dorm for now.”
“Thank you, sir,” Izuku whispered sincerely, arms wrapping around his chest. “Thank you.”
The man gave him another curious look before walking away.
Izuku followed him obediently, heart banging hard in his chest.
(Kacchan Kacchan Kacchan Kacchan Kacchan!)
…
“What do you want us to do with the exploding mutt, Crow? The slut’s pretty confident he can keep the dog in line,” Ren told his boss.
He still remembered the slick heat of the whore’s mouth. Fuck, it had been good. The way the boy had begged him for it. So innocent and yet so slutty, the way he got Ren out of his pants like a trembling virgin, but then sucked him like a fucking pro had been surprisingly erotic. Those green eyes had been so expressive! The little whores usually had such dead eyes, and he wasn’t turned on by fucking corpses, but this whore had been surprisingly arousing. Ren definitely wanted to play with the slut again, and he knew that meant he had to try to save the feral mutt. If the mutt was put down, he knew the boy’s green eyes would go dark and dull like the other whores. His hand fisted by his side as he waited for the boss’s decision.
Crow stood up from his desk and went to the window, looking out at the warehouse district with a cold expression. Explosion was their best fighter. He’d surprised them all by how long he'd lasted and how viciously he fought. The mutt could take down opponents three times his size! But those that lasted too long in the ring went feral. They were more trouble than they were worth, and it looked like Explosion had hit his expiration date. The mutt had killed a customer and two guards tonight! Still…
“They were brought in together, right? They knew each other before?”
Ren nodded. “Yeah. They got a bond. We can use it to control the mutt. Get a few more good fights out of him.”
Crow hummed. So it hadn’t been random. Explosion had been triggered by seeing his friend. Still, one feral mutt wasn’t worth the whole outfit. On the other hand, the mutt did bring in a lot of cash. It might be worth it to give the whore a chance. “See to it,” he decided. “But if the mutt doesn’t fall in line, get rid of them.”
A hungry grin wanted to spread across his face. Fuck, yeah! He got to play with the little whore again! “Got it, boss.”
Chapter end
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