Stain perched on the side of a building, watching two henchmen from the Dragonfist Yakuza make their way down an alley. The Dragonfist Yakuza had been on his list for a while. Targets of his Purge.

They started down an alleyway where a man in a dark red trench coat stood.

"Hey buddy. Why don't you pull your wallet out that nice little trench coat of yours?"

'So not an accomplice. A bystander. He shouldn't be here if he values his life.'

"I don't have my wallet on me. Just needed to get out the house." The man seemed strangely calm about being mugged. Stain couldn't help but stare at him a little too long. "If you want money, you'll have to get it elsewhere."

"Fine. If you won't give us money, we'll just have to take something else…"

Stain could see the look on the man's face. He immediately sprang into action, throwing a knife and grazing one of the goons while jumping into the alleyway and knocking the other out with a kick to the head (without the spiked boots). Before the other could turn in shock, Stain pulled the knife out the wall and licked the drop of blood on it, paralyzing him.

The man, which Stain could now see had red hair and tennis shoes, smirked at him. He was prettier in person. So much prettier in person. He had red eyes shaped like a cat's, a cocky smirk, and a nice body shape.

"Thanks for the help."

"It's no problem. Stay out this alleyway, it's dangerous." Stain replied shortly before leaving.

Stain watched the redhaired man walk down the alleyway again, less than a month later. Even after Stain told him not to, he kept going down the alleyway, and looking up at the buildings around him. Stain knew what he was looking for. And by god, he wanted it too.

He landed behind the man, silent as the wind.

"I was wondering when you were going to join me down here."

Stain knew he was quiet. He'd snuck up on people with sensing quirks before. This man wasn't ordinary. Not at all.

"I thought I told you this place was dangerous."

"You did. But, in the hopes of meeting you again, I disregarded your warning."

Stain tilted his head and gave him a plain stare, the man meeting it and smirking. Stain could feel the temptation creeping up on him, but he didn't have the heart to run.

"Do you always try to fuck the vigilantes you meet?"

"Nope. But I haven't been railed in a year or two and you even sound like you have a nice cock on you."

It was true. Stain had a nice 13 inch with an upwards curve. He had a few night stands with some people in high school, but he hasn't been extremely sexually active unless you count him dirtying his sheets and mind with fantasies of the redhead for a few nights. And by God, he wanted him.

Stain walked up to Hunter and gently pushed him against the wall, the smaller male's face only reached his chest.

"May I?"

"Yes."

Stain slipped his leg in between Hunter's thighs and the man under him shuddered as he leaned down and kissed his neck.

"Wh-What's your name?"

Stain hesitated before speaking. "Stain."

The man under him froze and Stain took a step back.

"I'm sorry. I should've told you before I acted."

"No, no. It's just.. I'm not… I'm not just a civilian. A-And I've read about your ideals and you doing this with me would break them and I know I'm not exactly a good person but I don't wanna…"

Stain tilted his head. "Who are you then?"

The man silently took a small choker out his pocket, attached it to his neck and pressed the button. Immediately, nanotech took over and changed the man's appearance to a black-haired, blue-eyed slightly taller man. The Great Thief Takami.

"...You're-?" Stain was, for once, speechless.

The Great Thief Takami was a serial killer. A murder. A robber. Even Stain himself didn't want to or plan on meeting him.

"I decided if I was going to villainy, I'd need a disguise so that I could walk around as my true identity without anyone sparing a second glance." Takami muttered.

Stain knew this was wrong. Wrong. He was supposed to kill people like Takami. But, instead, his cock sprang fully to life and drooled at the sight. He could remember the live feed on the news where Takami was soaked in blood and basically pole-dancing while dodging Endeavor's blasts. He couldn't help touching himself by the way the villain rolled his hips so sexually on the pole, although he did go and do extra vigilante work that week, hoping it'd make up for his sin. God, Takami drove him mad, and now he's got him in the palm of his hand and…

Stain was back upon Takami in two steps. The man let out a soft gasp which gave Stain the opportunity to kiss him deeply. He could feel the obsession and the pure lust taking over and he couldn't help himself.

"I shouldn't be doing this." He whispered quietly, pressing a kiss to Takami's neck. He could feel the blood pounding in his neck and inwardly shuddered. "It's against everything I hold myself and society to."

Takami moaned deliciously and rolled his hips, rubbing himself against the leg between his thighs. Stain could feel his cock jump again, pressing against his pants. Stain let out a small groan of his own.

"Shit, I shouldn't be doing this."

"Then go. I know your ideals and I know I break them. I'm not a hero, and I've murdered over twenty people for personal reasons. If you don't want this then go, and I won't take this alleyway ever again."

"I want this. God, I want this." Stain spoke truthfully, "You've been driving me mad for a long time, Takami."

"Mm~. I-I'm Hunter."

"Hunter then." He sounded dangerous and dominating, "That's a nice name."

The redhead shook under his control, blushing hard at the mention of his name. Stain scooped him up, surprising the man, and jumped onto the rooftop.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not gonna fuck you in that dirty alleyway. That's not exactly safe, and I don't have any lube on me. Hold on tight."

Hunter clutched onto Stain as he easily jumped from rooftop to rooftop, carrying the smaller man with no difficulty. He buried his face in Stain's chest, relishing in the feel of being carried by such strong arms.

Soon, a door opened, he was taken down the hallway, and dropped carefully on the sheets.

He watched as Stain took the bandages off his face, his messy black hair falling down to cover his face. Hunter whimpered. He looked even hotter with the bandages off.

"Strip."

Hunter pulled his shirt up slowly, making sure to rub his own chest until it reddened. He dragged his pants down, showcasing the pair of red panties, soaked with his own precum. He took them off slowly, rubbing them against his reddening cock and moaning in delight. As soon as they were off, Stain pounced on him.

"No more teasing." He growled. "Ass in the air."

Hunter obeyed, as felt a rough hand grope him and he moaned. He pressed his face into the sheets as he heard a dresser open and close. Suddenly, a cap popped open and he could feel the warm lube dripping onto and rolling down his ass. He mewled and squirmed before a hand held his thigh steady and a finger slowly slid inside him. Hunter mewled as the finger curled and moved, rubbing against the walls of his cunt.

"F-Fuck! Another, another please I want more~!" Hunter let out a choked moan as two more fingers slid into him. "Ngh-!"

The fingers were long and bony, each of them moving quickly inside him. Hunter whimpered as they kept pressing against his prostate. As his mind was fuzzing from the pleasure of the fingers, they were removed. Hunter whined and heard another pop, the messy squirting of lube, and an exhaled groan from Stain.

"Hold still."

Was all the warning he got before he felt the tip of Stain's cock push their way inside his ass. He moved slowly, inching himself inside Hunter's cunt.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Hunter keened as tears sprang to his eyes. "You're huge- please sl-slow down, I can't - I can't-!"

Stain bottomed out and rubbed Hunter's thighs comfortingly. "Hold on darling, hold on. You're taking me so well, just hold on."

"Stain!" Hunter sobbed out, shaking in pleasure.

A few minutes, later Stain was pounding into Hunter, hard. Hunter begged and cried his name like a prayer, and Stain was happy to oblige with the redhead's fantasies. The bed shook with the force of every thrust, and Hunter was seeing stars. Hunter's loud moans mixed with Stain's rough panting and groans was a dirty, downright sinful symphony. Hunter could barely register the filthy praises Stain moaned in his ear as his orgasm ripped through his body and his eyes rolled back from the bliss that overtook him. Stain thrust into him a few more times before he came, cum dripping on Hunter's body as he grinded against him, half delirious from pleasure. They both collapsed on the bed, panting.

"Are you?" Stain had a soft look on his face. "Are you okay? You were crying."

Hunter touched his own face and realized that he was actually crying. He nodded sleepily and pressed his face into the pillows. "Fine, 'm fine. 'm wrecked."

"I'll help you get home if you'd like."

A slight hint of panic crossed Hunter's face and he sighed. "I can get 'ome. Later."

His words were slurred and Stain could tell he was barely hanging onto consciousness. Hunter could see him get up and heard the sound of bathwater running, right before he fell into a peaceful sleep.