The night was still. Silence reigned over the property of Yuuei. Although the moon was shrouded behind a blanket of clouds the stars still shone despite the veil of obscurity. It was refreshing to Bakugou, who had snuck out to the common area for a change in ambiance. The dorms were too loud and chaotic. The teen needed the time to process what had transpired since he was rescued from the league of villains. Although he had learnt from an early age to mask his anxieties, it was hard for him to fall back into routine this time.
The greenery was calming and the blonde appreciated the blooming buds and the sweet fragrance the blossoms had to offer. Bakugou strayed from the paved path onto the grass rounding a raised garden bed. He sat along the brick structure and craned his neck backwards looking towards the sky. The wind was harsh, but the breeze cleared his mind, those insecurities blowing away through his rustling mane. With a deep inhale he let his lids shut and the fresh air fill his lungs.
There was a shift in the atmosphere, the fuzz along the nape of Bakugou's neck erected. A chill surged through his spin, causing his muscle to become taunt, his body responding to a presence. Before he could react a hand slithered across his neck, the fingers trailing along his throat. Those crimson eyes grew wide with panic, just like the night of the test of courage.
The menacing voice that plagued Bakugou's dreams broke the silence. "Shouldn't leave your throat," Dabi's chilled hand traced the grooves along the child's neck "so exposed." The man squeezed down on his esophagus forcing Bakugou to jerk back further into his chest as he maneuvered his head so that they're eyes met.
Bakugou stared into those artic blue eyes, and observed the fire ignite within them. The chilled touch triggered the memories he was desperate to forget. Those cold hands wrapped around his neck dragging him into the vortex as his friends watched on in horror. His stomach churned, the nausea threatening to bubble over. Dabi recognized the expression softening his brows. The staples lined along his mouth tugged against his skin as the ends of his lips pulled upward into a grin. The teen felt the familiar hot and cold sensation like the chemical menthol against his skin. He knew he had no time to spare before Dabi ignited his flames.
Bakugou propelled his body forward so that his forehead collided with Dabi's chin forcing him to stumble back and release him.
"How did you get past the barrier?" Bakugou roared curling his fingers in preparation for an explosion.
"I would advise against that. You do remember how that played out last time, don't you?" Between the man's hands amid the blue flames was an iron collar.
Bakugou froze at the sight of the device, his muscle tensed with anticipation. He reached for his neck in remembrance of the collar along it. Images of that night projected into his mind like a film.
There was just darkness and those chilled hands around his neck. Within an instant Bakugou had been transported to what appeared to be an abandoned bar. After the confusion of being in another place subsided he registered the fact that he'd been capture, refocusing his energy on offense. Bakugou grabbed onto the arm that held him and dispersed nitroglycerin to detonate an explosion.
The raven hair male stumbled back clutching his wrist. Gritting his teeth the teen launched forward knowing he had no time to spare before a counterattack. Dabi's countenance skewed, his brows furrowed, mouth turn upright. The man took the gesture as an invitation to slaughter their prized pig. He too charged forward arms stretched. Their hands collided, both curled their fingers into the others skin, both wrestling for dominance. Before Bakugou could activate his quirk twice snuck behind him and clamped an iron collar around his neck. There was a jolt of energy that surged through his body momentarily debilitating him.
The man's grin widened with malice. "You see this wristlet," Dabi gestured to the band around his wrist. "Notice it matches that collar of yours?"
The teen tightened his grip directing his secretion to his palms. He matched Dabi's smile as he activated his quirk. "Fuck off patches." He discharged his power but nothing happened. Bakugou was taken aback brows furrowed in confusion.
"As I was saying, this little gadget here allows me to temporarily borrow a quirk." Dabi grimaced as he observed the kids face fall into despair.
Bakugou's forehead wrinkled his muscles became taunt as he inhaled the familiar scent of caramelized sweat. Dabi shifted his weight forward looming over the child digging his nails into the kid's knuckles. Bakugou winced as the eruption seared his flesh. The explosion propelled him into the wall behind him. Bakugou leant forward on his knees glaring down at his hands desperately trying to activate his quirk, but there was nothing. Not a spark, not a glimmer, nothing.
"I got it from here." Dabi said grabbing Bakugou by the collar dragging him into a barred room.
Dabi's voice brought Bakugou back to the present. "I recognize that expression." The kid hadn't realized the man had already made his way to him. Dabi secured his hand underneath the kids chin maneuvering him closer to him. "An expression of despair." Dabi licked along his staples relishing in those tormented red eyes. "I could snap you with ease, but then we'd have no way of bypassing the school's barrier." Bakugou's brows dipped with perplexity as the man spoke. "Then there's be the hassle of finding another suitable replacement for our inside ticket." Dabi contemplated.
"Inside ticket?" Bakugou reiterated in confusion.
"Oh, did you believe we failed at our kidnap and convert attempt? Of course there was purpose behind our encounter and the act we preformed." Dabi raised a brow lifting his head back to get a better look at the child. "Wait, did you think your face alone incited our interaction?" Dabi registered the shift in the child's demeanor, plastering a smile of superiority. "You did, didn't you? You're quite full of yourself aren't you?" he mocked. "I implanted a device that transmits your location and allows me to materialize wherever you are. And since we temporarily share the same DNA structure thanks to this quirk I can breach the school's barrier because to the school I am you. So wherever you are I can be. But fret not, no one will know it's there it's already been fused with your insides." Dabi laughed.
"You bastard! You think I'll let you get away with this?" Bakugou snarled struggling against the man's hold.
"But I already have. You can't hold your own against me. And to involve others, well, I think not." Dabi leaned closer his breath hot on Bakugou's neck. "Because then you'll have to divulge all that transpired. If the school finds out they'll know you're compromised. Do you think they'll just let you continue at their prestigious school? But then if you don't tell them, then you ultimately become a traitor. Who will support you then? I advise you think before you take any action. You want to become a hero, no? You can't achieve that without U.A."
That's right he couldn't match him, not without his quirk. The child thought he was nothing without it and he would be nothing without U.A. The thought of not being anything incited the notion of being useless without his quirk. Bakugou drifted into his memories recoiling on the events that followed after Dabi threw him into that room.
Dabi turned his back to the boy preparing to rejoin the others when glass broke against his head. He felt along his skull locating the warm fluid leaking form the gash. Turning to face his assailant he wrinkled the bridge of his nose as he grinned his teeth against each other. "I was going to leave you as Tomura's problem but you had to test my patience's."
"Hmph," Bakugou grinned launching forward arm cocked back. When he was close enough he propelled his fist forward hoping to connect.
With a shift in his weight Dabi dodged the obvious attack. "So straight forward, you're not strategic at all. How do you plan on fairing against a villain with such direct attacks?"
"I don't need a quirk to kick your ass!" Bakugou hissed futility swinging and missing.
When Bakugou stretched his arm out again Dabi took advantage of his predictable movements and intercepted the punch grabbing onto the kids arm. Reeling him closer, he grabbed a cluster of blonde hair maneuvering his head into the side table.
"I'll kill you, bastard!" Bakugou declared squinting to see pass the blood trailing into his eye.
Still with a handful of hair, Dabi raised the boy up by his hair to meet his gaze. "Don't think you'll have the stamina to challenge anyone." He asserted kicking him in the gut sending him crashing into the table. The lamp toppled shattering into pieces along the wooden floor. It flickered on and off despite its glass casing being fragmented.
Dabi approach the still hunched over child lifting him again by his mane. "You're nothing without that quirk of yours. A real hero would have the advantage, but you, a spoiled brat could never match me," he mocked before bending him over the counter.
Bakugou struggled against his weight clawing at the stiches along the man's wrist. But when the man grinded against him he became stiff. "Wh-What do you think you're doing patches?" the boy's demeanor shifted the rage fizzling now replaced with concern.
"Demonstrating real power." Dabi whispered leaning forward against his back.
Bakugou tried to lift himself but was weighed down by the man. Panic ensued as he struggled underneath him trying to fight off the man's advances. With his unoccupied arm Dabi pulled the kids pants down to his knees. He slid his free arm underneath the child securing his stomach in order to hold him in place. Pressing forward he rubbed his bare groin against the kids cheeks.
"What the fuck do-" Bakugou began when Dabi rammed himself forward pulling Bakugou closer to him. Bakugou yelped to the surging pain erupting throughout his backside.
"Ngh-huh," Dabi let out a groan as he pierced the child's rectum cleaving his way in. The boy's hole tightened, clenching down on his head. Sticking his back out he heaved forward with force penetrating deeper, the tip now buried inside the kid.
"Guah-ahhh!" Bakugou cried out, choking on his breath. His cheeks flustered, his body trembling underneath the man. He dug his nails into the wood trying to hold back the moisture swelling in his eyes. Those crimson red orbs now bloodshot, his mouth agape foaming through clenched teeth.
The man recoiled again looking down at his penis as he pulled out a bit registering the red fluid along his shaft. As he withdrew his erection, blood splattered against the floor, leaking down the kid's thigh. "You tore already?" Dabi grunted shifting his weight as the child groaned again. "I haven't even fully entered you."
Bakugou balled his hands into a fist a fire surging through him, erupting the nausea in the pit of his stomach. He bit down on his lower lip drawing blood as he held back a shriek. "Duh-don't." he pleaded as the man readied himself.
Dabi pulled at Bakugou's hair craning his neck back. "I warned you, stop testing my patience," he said before thrusting his hips forward slamming into the child merciless. The man didn't wait until the child could accommodate his size forcing his way in with hard and cruel strokes.
As he heaved into him he didn't know what to feel, let alone what to think. He wanted to kick and scream but he was frozen, held down by the hopeless reality that he was nothing without his quirk. No matter how hard he trained his body it would never be enough to compete with those with strength based quirks. Hell, he couldn't even fend off a deformed freak. The reality of his dire situation made him queasy.
Bakugou screeched as Dabi pumped him, ramming into him with no restraint. But the entrance was to tight, Bakugou's cheeks clenched with the slightest movement. Dabi couldn't fit his meat properly into him in that ridged position. The man leaned in to make sure the kid heard him. "I'll give your neck a break, as long as you behave," he said loosening his grip.
"St-stop." Bakugou pleaded between erratic breaths. Yes, he had endured pain before, but this, this was something entirely different. This was far beyond torture. Not only was his body being broken but his confidence along with it. How could he let such a low life defile him in such a way? He felt helpless like when he was against sludge. Again he was being devoured and unable to do a single thing about it. How could he ever be considered a hero with these constant losses?
"You just refuse to behave." Dabi said frustrated. The man let the kids head fall forward as he latched onto the nape of his neck. Spreading the kid's legs further apart he readjusted his weight taking his penis into his hand. He curled his fingers around his erection gliding his hand along his length. He moistened his dick with precum and the trail of blood from the kid. Dabi stroked his penis against Bakugou's cheeks, positioning his meat for reentry. This time he took it slow easing his way in with small and less aggressive strokes.
"Ngh-ah" Bakugou moaned unable to control himself as he trembled in pain. But there was this new sensation brewing within making him stir. His stomach churned and his face flustered with heat as the blood rushed to his face. The rage reignited with the reality of being sullied by a villain, and a man non the less. But there was nothing he could do but harness that festering anger and use that rush of adrenaline to regulator the pain. Bakugou wanted to be strong or at least put out a front that he was capable of tolerating any form of torture…that he would not be subdued by such a depraved man, but the child couldn't help but hiccup between cries as he was being sullied. "Ah-ah," he panted breath short and heavy. "St-top." He groaned half-heartedly. The heat sweltered, spreading like wildfire throughout.
Bakugou's moans and indifferent responses incited a stirring inside Dabi, who had never felt such a sensation. The man's face grew hot with heat his groin ached with lust as the fever overcame him. The churning in his stomach made the act all that much pleasurable. Dabi shredded his nails along the porcelain skin positioning his hands against the boy's hips. Leaning forward he crushed the child beneath him, his hands digging into Bakugou's sides as he seared his flesh with the blue flames emanated from his palms.
"Ahhhhh!" Bakugou cried out as his flesh blistered. The boy scratched and clawed at the patched together skin but Dabi subdued him smashing his head into the wood with one hand and pinning his hand with the other.
Dabi squeezed around his neck tighter, thrusting forward forgetting about taking it slow. Although Bakugou's hole was clenching tighter with each stroke he impaled deeper and harder. "Fuck," he grunted under his breath not wanting to expose the massive pleasure he was receiving from such an arrogant brat. It felt amazing to be inside someone bursting with confidence and to be able to knock them off their pedestal. The thought alone made Dabi even harder pulsing violently inside the teen. His cock was throbbing with each expression of despair the kid granted him his stroke became more violent with each groan that escaped those lips. He had always been direct when it came to his crimes but he now understood Tomura's rational of breaking a hero by breaking their spirit and hindering their ability to save just one person. There was so much more gratification in watching the mind die before the body.
Bakugou recognized the pleasure Dabi was receiving from inflicting pain and would not allow him the pleasure of enjoying his cries. The kid bit down on his lip again unwilling to respond to his advances. Dabi registered the resistance pumping harder pounding further into him still unable to fit more than half of his size inside. The flesh inside Bakugou's ass tighten, it throbbed against his cock trying to discourage him from pounding farther. There was a barrier of skin that stopped him from advancing. But the man wouldn't relent forcing more roughly until he felt the tear and was able to advance just a bit further.
Bakugou couldn't contain his cries, foaming at the mouth, as he was being torn inside out. The man relishing in the pain he was inflicting curling into the shape of Bakugou's back. He secured one hand under his stomach and kept Bakugou's right hand pinned. He rested his head against the kids shoulder as he ravished him. The moans intoxicated him making him desperate for more. Bakugou tried to clench his pinned hand into a fist, but instead managed to entwine their fingers. In that moment he needed to redirect his anger and regain some form of resistance and if it meant crushing his fingers between the man's, then that is what he would do. Though it was minuscule, the notion of being able to fight back made it a bit bearable.
Dabi was taken aback by the gesture not knowing how to interpret it. Their hands intertwined made him stir his stomach pulling with heat. His hold was so desperate, pleadingly asking for human contact, something both him and the kid shared. Dabi quickened the pace but became more conscientious of his strokes. He curled his fingers into Bakugou's matching his hold.
The gentleness of the gesture distracted Bakugou from his hatred making him aware of the throbbing erection between his legs. Bakugou tried to reestablish the rage but he couldn't hold onto his thought. His mind slipping away with the new sensations he was experiencing. His face grew hotter, his body relaxed to the touch of the strangers, his inside now slick with fluid. The foreign appendage inside him stirred a new sensation beside pain. The tingling started in his rear and with each stroke spread deeper inside him pulling into his stomach, spreading with a feverish rage.
"Ah-hah-ahhhhh," he moaned unable to combat the sensitiveness that overcame him. "Ngh-ha," he cried biting harder into his lip tasting the metallic saltiness of his blood.
Between the wetness and the groans Dabi dove deeper into the craze matching his strokes to Bakugou's moans. He held on tighter to the boy pressing closer against his back slamming their hips together. "Ah-ah," he grunted in reaction to the skin pulsing against his thrusts.
"Ngh-ah-ah-ah," Bakugou panted breath erratic. He felt it in his toes, that tingling sensation working its way up to his thighs. The organ encased pounded hard against his chest, the noise so loud he could only focus on calming himself before he exploded. All sense of rational crumbled in those moments. He became taunt his whole body seizing as his dick pulsed the fluid rushing from his scrotum through his shaft spurting out frenziedly. "Uhhhhh," his stomach cramped up his mouth watering with bliss as the semen pumped through his length. He arched his back hastily slamming himself into Dabi desperate for that friction.
Bakugou now in synced with his movements made Dabi quiver and triggered that rush of heat that spread through him. Dabi felt the kid tense underneath him, his hole wrapped around his cock tightly choking the sperm from him. "Fu-ah-k," he bit down on his lip as he pumped faster the rush erupting from his penis flowing into the kid. Dabi impaled deeper and harder filling Bakugou with his seed the white fluid leaking from his hole trailing down his thighs as he continued to pump and fill. Clenching his jaw he swallowed a series of moans that threatened to escape his lips. "Sh-it," he grunted as Bakugou shuddered beneath him still oozing with semen. Dabi pushed further the skin tearing against his length. He wanted to make sure he filled him completely, to mark all of what was his, cumming harder into him ignoring his cries for mercy.
"Who's there?" A voice sounded across the pasture grounding Bakugou who was lost in memory.
Bakugou fixed on those blue eyes his mouth agape not sure what to do or say. Had they been caught? Would he be expelled or even worse imprison for fraternizing with the enemy?
"Think hard pintsize." Dabi whispered before piercing his fangs into Bakugou's shoulder. Bakugou eyes widened, he wanted to yell out but he knew if he did there'd be more trouble, instead he bit down on his tongue filling his mouth with that metallic taste.
Todoroki rounded the corner eyes darting across the space. "Bakugou?" Todoroki was confused he was certain he heard two distinct voices. "I heard voices." He waited for an explanation but when it didn't come he redirected the conversation. "What are you doing out here so late?" he asked concerned about Bakugou's roaming at night considering his recent kidnapping.
"Taking a piss, what's it to you?" Bakugou barked shutting his eyes. Raising one lid he looked over to Todoroki who was still standing there silently. "What are you doing out here?" he asked hoping to steer the conversation to a less suspicious topic.
"You didn't participate during the room presentations. I went by your room thought you were asleep but I spotted you through the hall window."
"You stalking me now."
"I-I'm sorry," Todoroki bowed his head letting his hair fall against his eyes.
"Sorry?" Bakugou was confused.
"Sorry for being useless back at the camp." He confessed eye narrowed with guilt.
"Who said I needed saving from a half and half bastard?" Bakugou roared insulted by the insinuation.
Bakugou tilted his head to match Todoroki's height. Narrowing his brows he rested against the tree Dabi had him pinned against minutes ago crossing his arms over his chest. Todoroki noticed the marks on Bakugou collarbone his face softened. Edging closer he stretched out his hand reaching for the severed flesh.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Bakugou slapped his hand away flexing his muscle for offense.
"Let me help. It's the least I can do." Todoroki insisted leaning in closer hovering just above Bakugou's face.
The blonde wanted to contend but his body did not comply, he was frozen, fixed on that blazing blue iris. Todoroki exhaled his breath hot on Bakugou's neck as he tilted his head where the wound was, his breathe becoming chilled as he neared the site. The shifting temperature reminded him of that menthol sensation. The teen flustered the blood pulling to his cheeks his heart erratic.
Todoroki placed his hand against Bakugou's chest to hold him still. He hesitated registering the accelerated heart rate curling his fingers into the other shirt as he leaned in blowing along his neck. His chilled breath created a thin layer of ice along Bakugou's collar. He stared for a moment at the bruising around his neck and furrowed his brows. How could he have been so useless when it matter the most. He had the sudden urge to chomp down on the spot to erase all evidence of his failures but held himself back. Looking up at Bakugou still level to his chest he pressed his lip into a line hoping he knew that he was glad to have him back. After straightening his back he fixed his classmates now crinkled attire sliding his shirt over the lesion.
"Thanks for letting me do that at least." Todoroki whispered. "I'll be heading back now, you should head inside too." Bakugou said nothing as he watched his classmate disappearing through the doors. Why was he so riled?