no no

by death rose 1132

not mine

2. no(6-22 07:51:40)

Tell me, little slave, where you hurt the most." Dabi says, carrying the bloody boy through the halls.

"No where that can be fixed." he whispers.

Dabi already had to know that Kirishima was barely clinging to his sanity, each day he was tortured pushing him closer to the edge, closer to breaking.

"Physically, slave." he says.

"Chest." there was the most space to inflict damage there.

"I can work with that. Let's get you clean, first." he replies, pushing open the door to a set of rooms. He bypasses the canopy bed with scarlett sheets, making a beeline for the door in the far wall. He opens it, revealing a neat, tiled bathroom. He places Kirishima in the tub, turning on the water but not shutting the drain. Kirishima was filthy.

Dark brown blood and fresher, red layers wash off as Dabi cleans him, wiping at his wounds gently. Once the worst of the grime is gone, Dabi plugs the tub, letting it fill with warm water. He scrubs shampoo into his new slave's hair, running water through it gently. After he washes out he conditioner, he thinks back to the first time he'd seen this kid. He'd had deep red hair, tan skin, and muscles that spoke of tireless training.

The prominent appearance of bone beneath his skin told Dabi that the boy had been starved long before he ever ordered him to be, long enough for his body to atrophy. His hair, once spiked and red, was now limp and black. And that gorgeous tan skin was now sickly pale from lack of sun.

It didn't matter. Dabi would have him eating out of his hand before long, willing and ready to do whatever he wanted. He would have the boy in good shape once more, and show him that if he was pleased, he would be rewarded. And if he was displeased, well. The slave could spend a day, or a week, in his old cell as a reminder of how lucky he was to have Dabi as an owner. That would be punishment enough.

"Thank ya…" Kirishima mutters through his broken jaw.

Dabi smiles.

"I told you. You should've agreed the first time I asked. You jaw wouldn't be like this if you had." he says, a finger brushing it softly.

Kirishima just nods, wincing as soap gets into his cuts. Dabi lifts him from the tub effortlessly, placing him on the toilet.

He spreads Kirishima's legs, and he braces himself. He knew it was coming, that he was going to have to let Dabi fuck him in order to get out of that cell.

"Calm down. I'm not going to fuck you until I'm sure that my cock won't kill you, and I'm not going to fuck you with another man's cum still inside of you." he says.

Oh. Dabi was….going to clean him, there, too? He'd have the disgusting weight of cum out of him?

And, as he'd said, Dabi doesn't fuck him. He washes his holes, making sure there's no cum left, and then gently towels him dry.

"Now, I'm going to take you to our healer. She's a slave too, but for a whole different purpose than you or Kacchan. She's a descendant of Recovery Girl, actually. One of our most useful assets." he says, scooping him into his arms once more.

When Kirishima wakes up, he's alone. He's in the canopy bed, wearing nightclothes, and can use his jaw once more. He isn't chained in place, though the door is locked. He shifts around, patting at himself as if he can't quite believe he's been healed. His hair is tied back, pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. He assumes that Dabi had dressed him.

Kirishima wanders around the room, touching things to make sure they're real. A closet, full of clothes, normal clothes. The stuff in the nightstand was sex-related, but he could handle that. A part of him whispers that he would handle that. The full bath was stocked completely, and he brushes his teeth with energy he didn't have. Mouth clean, he walks back to the bed, burying himself in blankets and revelling in their comfort.

Maybe Dabi wasn't so bad.

He could hear voices outside of the training room. It wasn't his master's voice, none of them were. He looked for a place to hide, slipping behind one of the machines as they come nearer.

Someone, or something, slams into the door, bursting it wide open. The blond stares at the three men, all wearing masks, that are in his master's home.

They stare back at him.

"Is-is that a person?" one of them asks.

Another nods slowly, stepping towards the blond with his hand outstretched.

A shudder wracks Kaminari's body. Was he supposed to let these men use him? His master had never given orders about other people.

So he falls back on Master Deku's training. He was a slave, to be used for pleasure. If these men wanted him, they would have him.

The one approaching him comes around the machine, catching sight of his mangled legs with a horrified gasp. He tilts his head to the side. Did the man want him to do something? He smiles slowly, crawling forward.

If he wouldn't take him and use him, then it was his responsibility to get out the man's cock.

The guy sees where his eyes are, and holds his hands out in front of him.

"N-no! You don't have to do that!" he says, crouching down to get on eye level with the blond. By now, the other two have joined him.

Sparky tilts his head. If they didn't want to use him, then what good was he? He was useless as a slave except as a fuck-toy.

"Oh, holy shit. What happened to you?" one of them asks.

Sparky's brows draw together. He's a pet, he's not supposed to speak, but he might be punished for not answering the man's question.

"T-that's Chargebolt." the third says.

He perks up at the name, smiling at the guy. He wasn't Chargebolt anymore, but it was still a pleasant memory.

The one who'd first approached him pulls out a phone, dialing a number.

"Yeah, I'd like to report a break-in? Mhm." he rattles off an address.

"Let's go. The cops will find him, we can't be here when they show." he says, glancing at Sparky's legs a last time before leaving.

They'd left the door open.

He crawls out, t9 the window. The blond stares over the city, crying as he does.

That's how the police find him, when they arrive. naked, bruised, starved, sitting in front of a window crying. His legs are bent at a horrible angle and a plug rests in his ass.

Someone calls an ambulance, the break-in forgotten in the wake of finding Chargebolt. A warrant is soon issued for the arrest if Shindo You, and the blond is loaded into an ambulance. He has to be sedated to stay on the stretcher as he's rushed to the hospital.

Deku has him wear the maid uniform again. It's been cleaned since the villain's last use of him, thankfully. He's sitting on the bed, ankle still chained to one post, bored out of his mind. In his old cell, he could at least draw when he wasn't in too much pain to move. Here, all he could do is wait for Deku, and when Deku arrives, he'll undoubtedly be raped again. It's a vicious cycle. He'd rather be bored than on his back, being fucked despite desperation filled protests.

As if on cue, the door swings open.

He expects it to be Deku, saying something about how attractive he is like this, or calling him slave and reminding him that his body no longer belonged to him.

It wasn't Deku. It was four or five other men, who all approached with hunger on their faces. He backs away from them, as far as he can go before the chain pulls him short. His mouth forms a tired snarl as they come closer.

"Y'know, you were only safe in your cell cuz Deku had the only key. But his rooms...well, they aren't locked." one says, grabbing Katsuki's chin.

"Fuck off, scumbags." he growls, twisting his face from the man's hand and biting where thumb and forefinger meld together.

"Heh. Deku did say you fiery. We're sick of waiting for him to share. We want a taste of the little slave boss-man's been hiding away." another says with a smirk.

Katsuki kicks out, nailing the guy in the sternum, uppercutting the closer one in the chin. They groan from where he'd knocked them to the floor, and he yanks the chain tight, sweeping it through the men's legs to bring more of them down. He's panting from the effort, not having been able to work out since his kidnapping, and he's underfed and too tired.

"Didn't expect you to fight this much, Kacchan. But there's five of us and one of you, and your master hasn't taken our quirks. Make it easy on yourself, let us have you."

Katsuki spits in his face.

Suddenly, he's yanked to the floor. Someone had grabbed the chain, using it to yank him off balance. He kicks as the one with cat claws tears at the clothes.

The maid outfit was humiliating and degrading, but now, it was his only protection against these festering bags of shit.

Someone pins his hands to the floor while he thrashes, and Claws makes quick work of his clothes, though not without those beastly claws tearing into soft flesh. He screams in incoherent rage, fighting as they manhandle him onto the bed. Someone levers his arms behind his back, pressing his chest to the bed. They wrap the chain around his wrists, which pulls his leg up and out of their way. He kicks with his one free limb, screaming obscenities. That's stopped when someone shoves a handful of the shredded dress into his mouth, tying a long strip around his head tight to keep them in.

Now that he can't struggle anymore, their hands aren't touching him. But he hears them, hears the sound of their clothes hitting the floor.

He feels someone hook a hand into his ass cheek, pulling it aside to show his hole. A dry thumb presses inside, pulling to one side to display him, despite his thrashing.

"Should we prep him, or nah? He's pretty loose. Deku musta fucked him recently."

He closes his eyes, ignoring the tears that cling to his lashes. He'd lost to them, and now he would pay for it. He would be raped, because he was too weak to stop it.

As the first one presses in, he starts crying. He hopes Deku gets back soon.

Dabi was here. He knew that the man would come in at some point, would demand that he bent over, and would fuck him. And he'd let him, and have to pretend that he wanted it, that it wasn't rape.

He takes in Kirishima's fearful stare, the slight shake of his hands as the boy looks at him. He sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead.

"Fuck, I can't do this." he whispers.

"Ah, um...i-is, are you ok-okay, master?" Kirishima asks, voice shaking.

Dabi flinches.

"Don't call me that. Shit, I really can't do this." he says, glowering.

Kirishima withers beneath that glower, shuddering slightly. He doesn't think he's done anything, but Dabi might punish him just because he wants to. He closes his eyes. Biting his lips as a weight settles onto the bed.

He doesn't expect the gentleness of the hand on his chin, and when lips press to his, he doesn't stop them. A tongue licks over his lips, asking for permission. He opens his mouth, all too aware that the hand on his face could spit literal fire at any moment.

Dabi pulls away, and looks at his face to gauge his reaction. The scarred man's eyes flicker with plans, and Kirishima already knows that he won't like what will happen to him here. He winces at the terrified expression, expression changing to one of mild chagrin, and he backs away a little more.

"A-aren't you gonna use me?" Kirishima asks him.

Dabi sighs.

"Fucking- no. I can't rape someone, let alone a kid. I'd be worse than him if I did that. I thought I could fuck you if you said yes, even if you didn't mean it, but you're so fucking terrified of my every move that I can't. I don't want my lovers to fear me, ever." he says,a hand covering his eyes.

Kirishima chokes on a sob, terror building on his face.

"O-okay." he chokes out.

Dabi notices his fear.

"Why're you scared now ?" he asks.

Kirishima shrugs, not replying.

If Dabi didn't want to fuck him, then there was no reason to keep him. He'll be sent back. He'll be in that cell again, for anyone to use and abuse.

Dabi seems to read this on his face, pulling him into a second gentle kiss, tongue rolling in his mouth.

"I'm not going to send you back. Like it or not, you belong to me and me alone. I have other uses for a slave." he says.

Kirishima crawls from the blankets. He's naked, and Dabi can't stop the hungry once-over he gives him.

"You...took me out of there. You own me. You can do anything you want to me, master." he says.

Dabi backhands him.

" Don't call me that." he hisses.

Kirishima nods, a red mark growing on his pale flesh. His eyes are wide, and he trembles slightly.

"You tempt me, you hot piece of shit. And yes, I can and will do whatever I want to you. But right now, my grafts hurt too much for me to do anything. Can't you let me act like a decent human?" he snarls.

Kirishima flinches, bowing his head.

Dabi groans.

"Get dressed. Don't talk to me unless I give you an order or ask a question." he says.

Kirishima scrambles from the bed, pulling on the first things he finds. An oversized T-shirt and blue shorts.

Good enough, Dabi supposes. Enough that he won't pop a boner everytime he looked at him, which hurt like hell with the new skin stapled to his dick.

"You will call me sir. None of this master bullshit. I'll be back tomorrow with your collar." he says, leaving with a sneer.

He's on a bed. He's not allowed on a bed, why is he on a bed?

He scrambles out, crying out as he falls to the floor, ripping and I.V. from his arm. He stifles the noise, not willing to be punished for it.

Someone comes in, and he scrambles away from them, crawling into the corner. He's wearing clothes, he's not supposed to wear clothes, only humans can do that, and he's no human. His master's plug is gone, too, and so is his collar. And...the bands that held back his quirk were gone, too. His master would never take those from him, they're what kept him under his control. Was...was this a test? To see if he would try to return to his owner? It seemed like something his master would do.

That's it then. This is a test. He'll just have to not break any rules, and try to go...back.

The person, nurse, his brain supplies, stares at him. He hasn't seen a girl since he was enslaved. He ducks his head to avoid her gaze.

"Hey, Kaminari? There are some people here to talk with you. Do you want to see them? You can say no if you want, no one will force you to do anything." she says. He squints at her, reading "trauma care unit" on her tag.

Trauma care unit? Why was he in a trauma unit? He didn't need anything except his master. And why would he be given a choice, what was the right answer? Why is she calling him Kaminari, when his name is Sparky?

SLowly, he nods, figuring that this is what she wants, and from her smile, he guessed right. Good. Then maybe there won't be a punishment for being on the bed.

Two people enter the room, one had a badge, and the other is achingly familiar. He must have known him from before.

"Kaminari. This is Detective Tsukauchi. He's here to ask you a few questions. Do you remember me?" the exhausted one asks.

Slowly, Kaminari shakes his head.

"I'm Aizawa. Your teacher, and supervisor of the mission that resulted in your capture and subsequent...enslavement." he say, sitting in one of the chairs.

He stares at the two men. If they were here to ask him questions, then they wanted him to speak. If he spoke, his master would punish him. Nausea rises in his throat as he thinks of being punished, but he swallows it down. He didn't want to have to clean it up.

"Kaminari, do you know who did this to you?" the detective asks.

He nods. It was his master, who else would it have been?

"What was his name?"

He shrugs. He didn't know.

"Was it this guy?" a picture of his master held up. He smiles and nods. Yes, that was his master.

"Can you talk?"

He nods. He can, but he won't. He doesn't wanna be punished.

" Will you talk?"

He shakes his head.

The detective smiles.

"That's okay. We'll come back later, Aizawa." he says.

The two leave.

Kaminari stays on the floor.

He's long since gone limp, somewhere around the third man. His eyes are glazed over, hole loose and dripping with cum. His hands twitch from where they'd been boun, and drool had saturated the gag to run out of his mouth.

He'd run out of tears on the second guy, too exhausted now to do anything other than twitch as the...he didn't know what number anymore fucked him. Overstimulation from the number of times he'd been fucked and rough hands on his cock had him shaking.

The door opens, and blearily he can make out Deku's form. He lets out a small whimper looking at him, and the man fucking him shoves his face into the mattress.

He suddenly pulls out. Katsuki strains to hear what's going on, but he passes out before he can get to know anything.

It's not like it mattered, anyway.

He wakes up to gentle fingers unwrapping the chains from around his hands. Deku removes the spit-soaked cloth from his mouth, allowing him to swallow drily.

"Why didn't you fight them?" he asks, petting the blond hair away from his face.

"I did. Think I broke one's nose 'fore they grabbed the fuckin' chain." he rasps.

Deku pauses at that.

"Would you have been able to stop them if you hadn't been chained?" he asks.

"Maybe. Prolly. I dunno, they had quirks." he whispers.

"I killed them. I'm the only one you're allowed to have sex with." he says.

"You mean you're the only one allowed to rape me." Katsuki whispers.

Deku slaps him.

"None of that. I own you, I own your body, therefore your consent doesn't matter." he says.

Katsuki doesn't care anymore. He's too tired to care anymore. Deku unlocks the chain, hooking up a leash to the collar instead. He picks him up, carrying him to the bathroom. Katsuki notices blood on the hardwood before he's placed in the tub and the leash is tied to the spigot.

"If you run, I'll kill you before you make it out the door." Deku warns as he turns the water on. It's cold. Katsuki doesn't care. If it means he can be clean again, it doesn't matter. Compared to everything else, a little cold isn't going to kill him.

"I think that the idea of my death scares you more than it scares me." he whispers, limp as Deku washes him with the icy water. Goosebumps rise on his body, and he shivers slightly.

"Then I'll have you skinned alive again." he says, submerging Katsuki's face in the water with dispassionate hands. He thrashes, hands going to the sides of the tub to try to lift himself out. Deku holds firm, and he can't breath, he can't breathe.

Deku pulls him out by his hair, letting gulp in air before shoving his face down again. He screams into the water, twisting and trying to escape. It goes on like this, being seconds away from inhaling water and then being pulled out to suck in a breath before being shoved under again.

It's only when he starts puking water instead of trying to breath when Deku pulls him out that the villain stops.

"Don't talk back to me, slave." he says, going back to gently washing Katsuki's body.

Water comes out of his lungs as he coughs, and he wonders what the punishment would be for puking on Beku. He doesn't want to find out.

"M-master, 'm gonna puke." he chokes out. Deku looks at him.

"Don't. Or else." he chokes out.

No, no no, that's not how vomit works, he can't stop it. If he pukes, Deku will hurt him, but he can't stop. He leans out of the tub, puking water and cum across the floor, all he'd eaten in two days.

"Sorry, 'm sorry master." he whimpers, coughing bile and water out.

"What did I just says?" Deku snarls, grabbing Katsuki's chin and forcing him to meet his eyes. The blond's hair is soaked, nearly covering his eyes and dripping water down his face. He whimpers pathetically, closing his eyes.

"Not t-to puke." he chokes on the words.

Deku smiles, and begins to strip. Katsuki found himself...relieved by that. Getting fucked wasn't fun, but he knows how to deal with it at least.

Deku steps into the tub with him.

"Hands and knees. Now, slave." he growls.

Katsuki scrambles to obey, splashing the cold water onto the floor. He glances behind him, and Deku pushes his cock into him at the same time that his hand shoves his head back into the water. The other hand pulled his arms behind his back, despite his violent thrashing. They're tied there with Deku's discarded belt.

Katsuki's shoulders jerk as he struggles, trying to find air. Deku pulls him from the cold water, and he coughs and sputters, gasping for air with each thrust from the villain behind him.

"Hah, did you like it when those guys touched you? Were they better than me, little slave?" he growls, shoving his face back into the water.

He shakes his head frantically, eyes shut to the water and cheeks puffed with air. The sharp thrusts are nothing compared to the feeling of slowly drowning.

Deku yanks him out, pulling him by the hair so that the back of his head is on his shoulder, back arched.

" Did you?" he hisses.

"No!" Katsuki chokes out.

The water slaps at the sides of the tub violently from their movements, and Deku's thrusts change from harsh to slow, gentle, before he pulls away completely.

Katsuki kneels in the bathwater, cock limp between his legs, blood dissolving into the water from wounds left by the previous men. The collar is soaked and heavy around his throat, hands bound behind his back by the think leather of Deku's belt, loose lengths of chain trailing in the water from the leash. The blond's head is bowed, hair soaked flat to his skull, goosebumps along the entirety of his body. He coughs and shivers, lips wet with saliva and bile. He shakes beneath Midoriya's gaze, and the villain steps out of the tub. He cups Katsuki's face with his hands.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan. What was I thinking? You get raped and my reaction is to torture and fuck you? 'M supposed to take care of you right now." he mutters.

Katsuki snorts.

"Like you've ever cared before. Do whatever...you've made it clear that I don't have a choice." he rasps.

Deku shakes his head.

"Why can't you let me be nice?"

Kirishima looks up before bowing his head once more. Dabi places a hand beneath his chin, lifting his face to force him to meet his eyes.

"Kiri. I have to show that I've broken you. I-sorry. I don't want to do this, but I can't be seen as weak." he says.

"I'm going to put this collar on you, and you have to crawl beside me. You don't have to talk, or look at anyone, and if anyone other than me touches you, you can fight back. I'm your only owner now, no one can use you without my permission. Outside of this room, you have to be a broken little slave. Do you understand?" Dabi says.

"Yes, sir." Kirishima whispers, staring into the man's blue eyes with his red ones.

Dabi smiles.

"Good boy. Come here."

If a shiver races up Kirishima's spine at being told that he's good, then no one has to know.

Kirishima shuffles over to him, and he buckles the red collar around his neck. A short leash hangs from it.

"Come, slave." Dabi says, voice changing to harsh and commanding.

Kirishima visibly shivers as the other tugs on the leash, following him on his hands and knees. All he wore were boxers, now, and Dabi debates ordering him to take them off. Ultimately he decides that they'll come off, one way or another, by the end of the day.

The boy crawls at his heel as he walks the halls, heading to a meeting with a new recruit. Izuku hadn't told him who the recruit was, but he had been told that they would likely be vital to them.

He takes a seat at the table, waiting for them to arrive, and pulls out his cock.

"I'm sorry little slave, I really am, but I have to make you look broken. Suck." he orders, not sounding sorry in the least. Even if it was just his mouth, he would finally get to fuck his slave.

"Yes, sir." Kirishima says softly, opening his mouth to reveal razor teeth. Dabi winced. He'd have to have those pulled. He'd chomped on several people already, and those teeth could easily take his dick off. He could have him sedated before having them removed, it wasn't like he'd need them for the food he'd be given. Yes, soon he'd have those teeth removed. Or he could just file them doth, then the slave would look more normal. Hm. He'll think on it.

He groans as heat descends on his dick, a hand in the slave's hair. He pushes him to the base and holds him there. He can feel tears on his hips, but the boy doesn't try to pull away or complain, not even a whimper slipping from his throat.

"Stay. Breath through your nose." he orders as the recruit arrives.

"Touya...what are you doing to my classmate?" Shouto's all-too-composed voice asks.

Ah, fuck.

He might have to kill his little brother to keep his slave.

"You aren't nice. Why fake it."

They'd let him stay on the floor, though they'd reconnected the IV and wrapped him in blankets. They kept having him wear clothes, and for a while, they hadn't known that he knew how to relieve himself. The diapers had been pointless and humiliating.

They sent in a psychiatrist every other day, she and a therapist tried to convince him to speak. He didn't, of course, and made it clear that he wouldn't. The psychiatrist thought he'd start speaking after he felt safe, felt that his... abuser, wouldn't be able to hurt him again. They'd told him his master-abuser's name, Shindou You. He knew him from his first year at UA. The guy had tried to kill Midoriya in the license exam.

They'd told him that what had been done to him wasn't normal, that his master had been taking pleasure from his pain and that that was wrong. They were right, but he's a slave, what else is he for?

People had tried to fix his legs, but no one was willing to put him through the pain of rebreaking them, not yet.

He smiles inside the blanket pile, waving as Aizawa entered the room. The man had been in nearly every day, bringing him food, pictures, and stories to help him remember who he was before his enslavement. He didn't seem to mind that Kaminari didn't reply to him, not like the others. Most got upset at his silence.

"Hey, Kaminari. Sero made the top 25 today. A lot of your friends want to visit you, do you think you could handle a second person?" he asks.

Kaminari tilts his head, his sign for being confused, but nods. He doesn't remember his friends. Aizawa had told him stories and shown him pictures, but they didn't feel like his . It would be nice to meet them, to form some new memories.

"Thought so. Mina." Aizawa says, never raising his voice. Kaminari went into shutdown mode when people raised their voices.

A girl with pink skin and equally pink hair comes in. She looks serious, an expression that he can't help but think looks wrong on her face.

He knows her.

"Mi...na." he croaks softly, afraid that someone will hear and punish him.

Aizawa's eyes woden, and Mina's face lights up.

"You remember me!" she says. He voice is only slightly louder than normal. Someone must have told her that he did badly with loud noise.

He nods.

"Mina, s-sero. Ai-za-aa. Ki-ri...shima. Baku...gou, J-jirou." he says, the words hash in his throat.

Mina starts crying. He isn't sure why, but she's smiling. She hugs Aizawa. He crawls across the floor to join the hug, missing positive physical contact. It was….nice. To be hugged again, to hug someone again.

He cries, too.

Katsuki stays limp in Deku's arms as he carries him from the bathroom, pliant and non-complaining. The leash rattles as it trails along the floor, but he's tuned that out.

He's tired. In so, somany ways. Tired of being hurt, tired of being used like some fucking toy. Half of him wishes that the split personality would come back, so that he didn't have to be here anymore. The other half just wants to be dead, go to sleep and never wake up. He's sure that death is the only escape from Deku, because the villain would find him wherever he hid.

He's chained to the bed once more, bare-ass naked this time. Deku strokes his face gently, leaning down to kiss him. Katsuki's lips are cool, and he doesn't move as Deku's tongue prods his mouth open. He'd gone far past caring what Deku did to his body.

"Kacchan, are you okay?" Deku asks as he pulls away.

- Kept captive by a crazy villain, turned into a sex slave, raped on a daily basis, chained to a bed, humiliated, debased, degraded, dehumanized into nothing but some pathetic pet, slave slave SLAVE-

"Yes, master." he replies robotically.

Deku smiles, pressing a hand to his collarbone and putting a small amount of pressure.

"Don't lie to me, slave. How are you doing?"

- Broken, breaking, shattered. Katsuki. Kacchan. Slave. KATSUKI. KACCHAN. S L A V E -

"I'm nothing. I'm broken, master." he whispers.

The pressure disappears, and hands run up and down his body.

" Good. " Deku breathes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Kat-The slave stares up at the ceiling, waiting to be told what to do.

"On the floor. I have to have the bed cleaned." Deku orders.

Silently, the slave crawls off the covers where he'd been placed, kneeling on the ground despite the pain throbbing through his body. The aching from his wounds and torn ass is background noise, and he zones out as Deku has someone strip the bed and haul the messy bedding away.

He stays there, kneeling, blank-faced, on the floor. Deku seemed to have forgotten that he's there. He's okay with that, if Deku wasn't paying attention to him, then Deku wasn't hurting him.

Before long, the bed is remade, and Deku curls into it, falling asleep without saying anything.

And in the morning, though his legs have cramped and his bladder aches, the slave still kneels, blinking mechanically.

"Ah, shit, Kacchan!" Deku exclaims when he sees the blond at the base of his bed.

The slave looks at him, eyes blank as he waits for orders.

Deku's gut twists as he looks at the blond. This wasn't the man he'd fallen in love for. Katsuki was fiery, strong, an asshole, and Deku loved that about him. This dull-eyed, submissive, slave wasn't the person he wanted.

He places a hand beneath his chin, lifting the boy's face to meet his eyes. No, there was no life, no light, in his slave's eyes.

"You aren't what I want. Where did you go, Katsuki? Where did that fire and rage go?" he asks.

"I'm sorry, master. I'll try to be better. What do you want from me?" the slave asks, expression not changing.

"I want Katsuki. I want fire, I want anger, I want you to fight back." he says.

"Okay, master." the slave says.

His eyes don't change as he stands, still blank and dull as his mouth forms a false snarl. His knees buckle from staying in one place all night, but he refuses to fall.

"Back the fuck away from me, shitty Deku." he says, voice angry, but flat. No spit flies from his lips, no curl to his lip or snarl in his tone. It was fake, so fake, but it was more like Katsuki than he get ever again.

He throws the blond onto the bed, the chain rattling as he does, reminding him that he could never have Katsuki of his own free will, that the only reason he let him touch him was fear.

The slave tries to crawl away from him, closing his legs as tightly as he can. Deku falls onto him, fingers stabbing into his hips, sure to bruise later as he bites at the boy's shoulders and neck. The slave thrashes weakly before succumbing and allowing Deku to suck and bite at him.

Blank eyes refuse to meet the forest green gaze of his captor.

Shouto was here. He shouldn't have been surprised that his brother was following his footsteps, but he was. When the boy had dropped out of UA a year ago, he'd thought he'd join the police force or something, maybe vigilantism. He certainly hadn't pegged the boy for the type to join a human trafficking organization.

"I'm fucking my slave, if it wasn't obvious. I didn't think you the type for villainy, Shouto." he says, shoving Kiri back down. The kid was trying to pull back to look at who was in the room.

"I didn't think Midoriya would do something like this to his...friend." he says as he stares at the half-naked boy sucking his brothers cock.

"Deku does a lot of unexpected things. So do you, evidently. Why do you want to join up with human and drug traffickers, anyway? I thought you were against our brand of business." he says, beginning to move Kiri's head as if he was nothing but a toy.

"Money. If I make enough here, then I'll branch off to form my own organization. One that focuses on less...disgusting business." he answers, taking a seat. He ignores Kirishima, taking his cue from Dabi and pretending the boy wasn't even there.

"Well enough, I suppose. Sign the contract then, in your blood. We don't provide you with costume, and your name is your choice. You probably don't want to go by your actual name, after all." he says.

Shouto comes closer to the desk, and then a spike of ice shoots away from his body, encasing Dabi's neck. The villain only laughs, pulling the slave away from his dick as he heats his body to melt the ice.

"Stay, slave." he says as he steps towards the boy, "It looks like Deku gets another present."

Fire swirls around him, enveloping his brother as the boy screams. His clothes are burned away quickly, fire-proof clothing nothing compared to the inferno temperatures of Dabi's flames.

"You underestimated me, Shouto. Sloppy." he says, pulling a phone from his pocket and calling up to the boss' desk.

He can hear panting in the background when the man answers, and winces. Of course Deku was fucking Kacchan.

"Shouto tried to kill me. He's too useful to just turn into a slave, don't you agree?" he asks.

"Y-yeah. Break him, he's yours to command. Don't use the quirk cuffs on him, I know that you can beat him. Make him loyal. Tell him that if he's good he can play with Kacchan." moans sporadically interrupt his speech, and some forced snarls.

"Sounds good." he says, hanging up. The flames had burned out during the conversation, leaving his brother naked and burned to unconsciousness on the floor. Kiri stares at him, sorrow in his eyes.

He doesn't doubt that the black-haired slave would try to help the boy, it would give him more chances to break him. He doesn't want to fuck his brother, but maybe he can get Shigaraki to do that part. If the disintegrator proves to have gotten more stable, maybe he'll even give him to him.

Worse comes to worse, he can always use pure torture to break his brother, and keep him as a bodyguard/assistant.

His therapist was relieved. He was talking again, slowly, and quietly, but he was talking. He'd forgotten a lot of words, and a lot about his past, but it was slowly coming back. She'd called the Detective to tell him that he felt ready to talk with him again, and that lead to the Detective sitting in the chair while he rested on the bed.

He waves awkwardly.

"Hello, detective." he says. His voice is scratchy and worn, like nails on a chalkboard. The man winces, but nods in reply.

"How are you doing, Chargebolt?" he asks.

The blond smiles.

"Better. A lot better. The doctors say that they'll be able to fix my legs now that I've returned to coherency." he says. Another thing that had changed in his re-learning how to speak was that his vocabulary had increased.

"That's good to hear. Are you planning on returning to hero work once you've recovered?" he asks.

"Hell yes. I want to stop people from going through what happened to me." he says.

Tsukauchi smiles, nodding his head.

"I'm glad. Speaking about what happened to you, and I'm sorry to force you to think about it, what happened?" he asks.

Kaminari takes a deep breath.

"I was with Kirishima, talking to Aizawa, when Deku's second in command came in. Dabi. He's Endeavor's kid, probably the one that killed him, and he'd just gotten back from wherever he goes to get skin grafts. He decided to check out the new slave, and found me with him. So I got my ass handed to me, blacked out, and next thing I know...Deku had me strung up in one of his rooms. " he says, taking a break to try to remember how to breath.

"He fucked me….a lot, branded me, just general physical torture. Deku was nice compared to Shindou. I was...sold for 5 grand to him, told to not speak and to never stand. I lived in a cage in his bedroom or locked in his training room. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes, take off my collar, or remove whatever he had put inside of me. He kept my hands in these mitten-things to stop me from grabbing things. He broke my legs after I tried to stand up, and then never set them so that they would heal wrong." he says, wiping at his eyes and gasping.

"Shindou liked torture...even if I was obedient, he would beat me, burn me, scar me. He liked me to scream . He was creative, you name it, he tried it. I was given food every other day, I'm not sure what it was, though. I think it was meat, but wasn't cooked, and it wasn't the right color...it was a weird grey. I think I spent a lot of my time there drugged up." he says, hands curling into the sheets.

"Can you give me directions to Deku's compound?" Tsukuachi asks.

Kaminari nods, done with talking. He writes down the place Deku's compound was at, the place Bakugou and Kirishima were at, and prayed that the heroes would be able to free them

He led Katsuki from his room on the leash. The slave's eyes never left the floor as he trudged behind him, hands chained in front of him. He was wearing boxers and nothing more, though beneath them there's a bullet vibe in his ass and a cock cage shutting him in. Of course, the slave's face doesn't change, even as he plays with the controls on the vibe.

His eyes are dull, and he doesn't flinch away from the touches of people in the halls anymore. Deku is both proud of finally breaking him, and, horribly, horribly sad to see what he'd done to such a strong person. Katsuki would've been the number one hero, he would've destroyed villains like him until the day he died. And he would have died in a blaze of glory, taking down some powerful villain and saving hundreds of people, there was no way that he would settle for anything less. But...that would never be. Katsuki's fighting prowess, his genius battle strategy, they would never again grace the hero world. Deku had shattered him, shattered his mind. There was nothing left in Katsuki except fear.

Deku didn't delude himself. Katsuki didn't love him, he was just too afraid of him to do anything to stop him. That hurt , because he loved Kacchan, and he knew that his slave would never reciprocate those feelings.

Dabi walks down the hall, Kirishima crawling behind him, an unconscious Shouto slung over his shoulder.

Deku eyes Katsuki when he feels him pause in walking. Tears have built in his slave's eyes, and he shudders as he forces himself to look away from Kirishima. His hands have clenched into fists, and he slowly plods after Deku, though he reaches for Kirishima as they pass each other.

Kirishima looks up at him, and Katsuki shudders to see the collar clasped around his throat before once again turning away. He didn't want Kirishima to be punished for having attracted his gaze. That was the kind of deranged thing Deku would do, and he'd already been through enough.

He doesn't want to think about the reason that Todoroki was being carried naked through the halls by Deku's second in command. It wouldn't be an answer he wanted, anyway.

He spends the day kneeling, dull-eyed at Deku's side. The leash was chained to the desk, and he didn't react to the pitying gazes of those who came into the room. Deku tolerated pity. He didn't tolerate attraction to his slave though, when one man's eyes had linger too long on Katsuki's bloody lips and his rather battered body, he'd straight up decked him in the face and told him to "come back when he could keep from thinking with his cock".

He was stuck. Stuck in this hellhole, enslaved by one of the worst villains on the rise int he whole world.

He led Katsuki from his room on the leash. The slave's eyes never left the floor as he trudged behind him, hands chained in front of him. He was wearing boxers and nothing more, though beneath them there's a bullet vibe in his ass and a cock cage shutting him in. Of course, the slave's face doesn't change, even as he plays with the controls on the vibe.

His eyes are dull, and he doesn't flinch away from the touches of people in the halls anymore. Deku is both proud of finally breaking him, and, horribly, horribly sad to see what he'd done to such a strong person. Katsuki would've been the number one hero, he would've destroyed villains like him until the day he died. And he would have died in a blaze of glory, taking down some powerful villain and saving hundreds of people, there was no way that he would settle for anything less. But...that would never be. Katsuki's fighting prowess, his genius battle strategy, they would never again grace the hero world. Deku had shattered him, shattered his mind. There was nothing left in Katsuki except fear.

Deku didn't delude himself. Katsuki didn't love him, he was just too afraid of him to do anything to stop him. That hurt , because he loved Kacchan, and he knew that his slave would never reciprocate those feelings.

Dabi walks down the hall, Kirishima crawling behind him, an unconscious Shouto slung over his shoulder.

Deku eyes Katsuki when he feels him pause in walking. Tears have built in his slave's eyes, and he shudders as he forces himself to look away from Kirishima. His hands have clenched into fists, and he slowly plods after Deku, though he reaches for Kirishima as they pass each other.

Kirishima looks up at him, and Katsuki shudders to see the collar clasped around his throat before once again turning away. He didn't want Kirishima to be punished for having attracted his gaze. That was the kind of deranged thing Deku would do, and he'd already been through enough.

He doesn't want to think about the reason that Todoroki was being carried naked through the halls by Deku's second in command. It wouldn't be an answer he wanted, anyway.

He spends the day kneeling, dull-eyed at Deku's side. The leash was chained to the desk, and he didn't react to the pitying gazes of those who came into the room. Deku tolerated pity. He didn't tolerate attraction to his slave though, when one man's eyes had linger too long on Katsuki's bloody lips and his rather battered body, he'd straight up decked him in the face and told him to "come back when he could keep from thinking with his cock".

He was stuck. Stuck in this hellhole, enslaved by one of the worst villains on the rise int he whole world.

Shouto groaned as he woke up, hands chained above his head. His toes brushed the floor-barely, but it was enough to take some of the pressure off his arms. He can feel the burns along his body, all too familiar from his training with his father. Only now, they were caused by someone else. Touya Todoroki, aka Dabi, his older brother and Deku's second in command.

"Are you okay?" a soft voice asks, from somewhere beyond his range of vision.

"Fine. Who are you?" he asks blankly, trying to turn his head to look at the speaker.

"I-it's me, Kirishima." he responds.

Chains clink and click, and Kirishima crawls into his vision. His hair is dark, hanging around his face, and his skin is pale, drawn tight to his body. The heavy muscle he'd remembered the other hero having was all but gone, and Kirishima looked utterly destroyed. There was a collar around his neck, and that was what the chain was connected to.

He bows his head, not meeting Kiri's eyes.

"I'm sorry. I failed to get you out of here." he says, sagging in his chains.

"It's not your fault. Dabi is a good fighter, and a pretty good person. I'm just glad that he didn't kill you." Kirishima says.

"How can you say he's a good person, whenhe's done this to you!" Shouto says, head snapping up.

Kirishima shrugs.

"He's only owned me for about a week. It was worse before him, I'm glad that he's my owner now." he says.

Shouto shudders. Was this what he would become? Grateful to his captor, thankful to not be put through whatever had happened to Kirishima? Kirishima was strong, a powerhouse in his own right, what could he have gone through to make him glad to be owned by another?

"What's going to happen to me?" he asks.

Kirishima smiles.

"Don't worry. You're too useful for them to turn you into a pleasure slave, that's what Dabi said. Deku agreed...I don't know what they're going to do, but they want you and your quirk on their side. You won't become like...me, you're not useless." he says, as if sensing the fear coming from the other hero.

Shouto winces.

"You're not useless, Kirishima." he says.

Kirishima shrugs, and lifts up his arms to show the pieces of metal on his wrists.

"I am now. I'm quirkless, 'Roki." he says.

Shouto can feel how much it hurt him to say those words, and he rubs fingers over his own wrists. No bands. Why wouldn't they block his quirk?

Ice crawls up the chains, and with a savage yank he breaks them. He kneels at Kirishima's side, burned fingers slowly undoing his collar. Kirishima lets him.

"Dabi is not going to be happy about any of this. Especially if we escape." he says. Shouto shrugs.

"I don't give a rat's ass about my brother. What I want is to get out of here, preferably with you." he says.

And the door opens.

"I was wondering how long it would be before you did something like this. Faster than I thought, honestly. Now, what shall your punishment be? I have a few ideas."

"I hate how many of them look at you...I wanna carve their eyes out for looking at what's mine." he says, a hand placed in the slave's hair.

That makes two of us. The slave thinks dully, though his reasons are far different from Deku's. Deku is on the list of people whose eyes he wants to tear out.

"Under my desk, little slave. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. You serve me, and no one else can see you." Deku says, tugging on the leash to emphasize his words.

The slave shudders, but obeys, crawling into the dark space beneath the desk between Deku's legs. It's warm beneath the desk, he'd been cold for so long. The sweat that buds along his hands says that he isn't defenseless now that he's warm, but the bands on his wrists remind him. Quirkless. He was useless, as a person, and as a hero. The only thing he could do was obey his captor, and fear his captor, because now, Deku was all-too powerful, he was incapable of stopping him or defending himself.

His fingers are steady as he undoes Deku's pants, already knowing what the villain wanted. He didn't have to be told, it was obvious. Deku wanted what he always wanted-sex, and the slave was there to provide that, despite not wanting it.

Deku's cock jumps to life, half-hard just from the thought of his slave being under the desk sucking on him like his life depended on it. And it did-the slave's quality of life was solely upon Deku's shoulders, please him, he would be treated well, disobey him, and suffer through more torment of the type that had broken him to Deku's will.

The slave stares at the dick, slowly sinking down on it. He took it slow, despite Deku's hand in his hair demanding that he move faster. If he moved much faster, he might puke, and Deku wouldn't like that. His tongue laves at the underside, feeling the veins on the pulsing muscle. He takes him deeper, almost to the hilt, before pulling back to suckle on the tip. He kisses it, ignoring the splurt of pre smeared across his lips as he engulfs Deku's cock entirely.

The villain's strangled moan tells him that he'd liked that, maybe he'd let him hide under the desk until he ran out of meetings. He swallows around the heavy cock, ignoring the tears that build in his eyes. He was to serve Deku, that was all, it was the only thing he was good for without a quirk.

TW: Suicide Attempt

As he bobs his head, he catches sight of an object on the ground beneath the desk. It flashes slightly, and he's grabbed it before he even truly knows what he's doing. A knife. There's old blood on it, and he wipes it away on his boxers. He could stab Deku, slash his femoral arteries maybe. But then...he'd still be stuck here, in a villain base, with their boss's corpse and a knife in his hand.

He turns the blade around, unable to see what he was doing. There was only one way he could escape, he knew. And though his hands trembled, he plunged the knife downwards, into his own femoral artery. He stiffens around Deku's cock, not expecting the sheer pain that burned it's way through him. He can't let Deku know, Deku wouldn't let him die.

He continues to bob his head, pulling out the knife and stabbing his other femoral. He whimpers slightly, hiding it by taking Deku into his throat and choking. He draws the knife from his thigh, gurgling around Deku's cock as he stabs his stomach.

As his blood pours to the floor, his vision fades out. He realized that he'd stopped moving as Deku began to move his head for him.

He falls limp, the bloody knife falling from his hands with a clatter.

Deku pulls away, noticing the blood on the floor and looking at the slave. Blood was pouring from Katsuki's mouth, and he grinned at the villain.

"Fuck you." he gurgles before collapsing.

"Fuck!" Deku yells, buckling his pants up once more and gathering his slave into his arms, running for the med bay. The had a good healer, and exceptional healer, but he wasn't sure if Katsuki would survive this.

Shouto glares up at his older brother, pushing Kirishima behind his back.

"What do you want, Dabi." he says.

"Step away from my slave, Sho, and I won't have you fucked stupid. It's the only deal I'll be offering you." Dabi says with a vicious grin.

Shouto shudders, not doubting that the man would have that done to him. The only thing he hoped for was that he wouldn't be raped by his own brother.

"I can't do that. I will not let you hurt him anymore." he says slowly.

Dabi shrugs.

"Suit yourself, I suppose. Knock him over, Kirishima." Dabi orders.

Shouto smiles. There's no way that Kirishima would obey that, he couldn't be that broken, not yet. Frail hands go on his shoulders, and he peeks out from behind Shouto's shoulder.

"I-I can't, master, he's my friend. " he whimpers.

"You can, and you will. Or you'll go back to your cell for a while."

Shouto's feels those ice-cold hands start shaking, and he doesn't have to see Kirishima to know that the boy is on the verge of a panic attack. Whatever cell that Dabi was talking about must be bad, for it to bring about this kind of reaction from the rock-hero. He doubted that Kirishima would do-

A loop of chain pulls tight around his neck, the chain that he'd just removed from Kirishima. Kirishima is crying and shaking as he slams his body against Shouto's back. He doesn't have the weight to do anything other than rock Shouto's body, and his arms aren't strong enough to keep the chain tight for more than a few seconds.

Shouto raises his eyebrow at Dabi, who presses his hand to his head. Kirishima slams into him again, this time with more force, actually succeeding in knocking the hero to the floor. He sits on Shouto's back, pulling on the chain and looking up at Dabi with teary eyes.

"Th-there." he sobs out. Dabi smiles.

"Good boy." he says.

Shouto feels Kirishima shiver at that, and hopes that it wasn't from pleasure. But with all the tinkering Dabi must've done with his mid, it wouldn't surprise him if it was.

He grunts, but doesn't throw Kiri off of him. He could, but he doesn't want the boy to be hurt because of his actions.

Dabi grabs his chin.

"You just stay there for now, yeah?" he says, taking the chain from around his neck and putting Kirishima's collar back on. When Kirishima is lifted off of him, he gets back to his feet. Ice swirls around him, he's frustrated, but knows better than to attack or use his quirk when Kirishima is that close to his brother.

"You can fuck right off." he growls, but doesn't fight back as his hands are levered behind his back and he's tied to the ceiling again. Higher this time, though, his feet don't touch the floor.

"If I tie you up, you will not break out. You will not use your quirk again unless I tell you to. You belong to Deku and I now, and if you're good, that is a very good place to be. If you're bad…" Dabi trails of, running a hand up one of the burns on his brother's ribcage.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find out soon enough. You do as we tell you, and that's about the only rules we have for you. Serve us well, little brother, and you might even get a turn with the boss' slave. He's killed the only other people to touch him, so that's quite an honour. I hope you'll comply." he says, "But seeing as how you've already tried to escape, I don't think that's possible. I suppose a punishment is in order, after all, don't you think?"

"Fuck off Touya." he growls, tempted to spit on his brother's face but not quite daring to. His heard pounds in his chest, and he knows his breathing has gotten erratic from fear. He glances to Kirishima, curled up in the corner of the room and crying softly, as a slap twists his neck.

"It's sir to you, now. Maybe Dabi if you've been really good, do you understand?" he growls.

Shouto doesn't say anything, though a growl rumbles in his chest.

A fist slams into his stomach, and as his body swings away from the punch, his shoulders dislocate. He screams, back arching away from his brother and fire and ice drifting off of his body.

"I said, do you understand?" Dabi snarls.

"Fuck- yes!" Shouto spits, coughing out a little bit of bile that dribbles down his chin and onto his chest.

A burning hand is pressed to his sternum, and he screams again, writhing away but not able to get far before swinging back into that scarred palm.

"What are you to call me?" Dabi spits out, eyes narrow.

Shouto doesn't say anything, whimpering slightly.

"I said, what are you to call me? " he snarls, slamming a demon of a roundhouse into Shouto's side. At least three ribs broke from that contact, and Shouto screamed louder than any of his previous cries.

" Sir!" he cries out, and Dabi steps away, admiring his handiwork.

Both shoulders dislocated, all his weight on them, broken ribs, bloody nose and bruise forming on his jaw, a handprint burned into the flesh of his chest, Shouto looked like shit.

Dabi laughs.

"Damn, it's nice to have a living punching bag! I have Kiri for one kind of relief, and you for another, isn't that great little bro?" he laughs, wiping at tears forming in his eyes from the laughter.

Shouto spits on the floor, glaring at him. Frost encased his shoulders, trying to ease the pain a little. He couldn't put them back in, not while Dabi was still there and watching, but his gaze dares Dabi to say that he can't use his quirk to ease his hurts.

Dabi leaves without another word.

He wakes up.

He hadn't wanted to wake up.

He leaves his eyes closed, hoping that he was dead.

"Will he survive?" Deku's voice.

No, no no no! He didn't want to be alive, if he was alive he would be chained up and beaten and raped again. He'd be a slave, he'd be owned. He wanted to die, wanted the wounds he'd inflicted on himself to get infected or bleed out so that he would be nothing more than a corpse. It didn't matter if his death was painful or slow or miserable, but he wanted to be dead .

He whimpers slightly as someone prods his stomach, an involuntary noise that let them know that he was alive.

"Kacchan?" Deku asks.

"Fuck off." he chokes out, opening his eyes just enough to see Deku's worried face.

Deku grins.

"I'm glad you're okay, slave."

"I don't want to be okay. I want to be dead." he says softly, closing his eyes once more.

Arms wrap around his body, lifting his body from the bed that he was in. His head swims, and he leans against Deku's chest.

"Let me die." he whimpers.

"No. I love you, I won't let you die."

Tears slide down his cheeks as Deku carries him. The pain in his inner thighs from where he'd stabbed himself is sharp, but not as bad as his stomach. He opens his eyes, glancing down. He blinks in surprise. He's wearing clothes, and not some sexy costume, but actual clothes. A t-shirt and boxers, more than he'd been allowed to wear since being captured.

"D-master, why am I dressed?" he asks quietly.

"I figured you'd be more comfortable in clothes, instead of waking up naked." he says softly, brushing hair out of Katsuki's face.

"Thank you." he says, though he's not sure if he means it. It was nice to wear clothes again, but he wondered what would be demanded of him in turn.

"I can walk, you know." he says.

Deku laughs, his burly chest shaking Katsuki's body.

"No, you can't. Half of your blood poured out of you, idiot. If you walked, you'd fall on your face and probably rip out your stitches." he says.

Katsuki grunts.

"Let me carry you, little slave. I wanna take care of you, you gave me quite a scare. I didn't remember that there was a knife under there...I should've. You never would've done something like this if I had." he says.

"I'd have found another way." Katsuki mutters.

Deku laughs again.

"Still doped out on pain meds, I see. Don't worry, I know how to stop you from doing something like that again. I'd rather not do it, but Katsuki, if you harm yourself again, I'll have your arms amputated." Deku says.

Katsuki stills in his arms, blooded freezing. Amputated ….his arms would be amputated ! If he lost his arms, the there'd never be a chance for him to use his quirk again, the bands would be gone, but without his hands, he couldn't make explosions.

"No no no no, please, master, please don't." he begs, shaking in terror. Deku frowns down at him.

"Don't try to kill yourself. I'm sorry that I pushed you that far...I'll try to be nicer, okay? You don't off yourself, and I'll be better." he says, placing Katsuki on a bed.

When his head touches the pillow, he realizes that the collar is gone. Deku notices his surprise.

"I'm getting you a new one. One better suited for a pet like you, not some torture toy." Deku says, his head popping up beside Katsuki's face. Something slides over his hands, and is tied around his wrists.

He glances down, not liking the way the world swims as he does, to see gray fabric mitts covering his hands. His heart sinks. Deku didn't need to remove his hands if he couldn't grab anything. He tries to make a fist, and finds the fabric is so stiff that he can barely move his fingers. Discomfort must've shown on his face, because Deku slides a hand under his chin.

"Don't worry Katsuki, you won't need your hands. I'll do everything for you." he says.

Katsuki closes his eyes. It's not like he has a choice

Once Dabi was out the door, his ice shoved his shoulders back in place. He screams, not as loud as the previous ones had been, but enough that Kirishima, hiding in one corner, flinches.

" Shit, that hurts." Shouto groans. Even with his shoulders back in place, they screamed in pain. It didn't help that his entire body weight rested on them, either. They would've hurt anyway, even if they weren't torn all to hell from his swinging around when Dabi used him as a punching bag.

"Still think my brother is nice ." he hisses.

Kirishima glances up.

"Deku skinned Katsuki alive because I was talking with a traitor. I still think he's better than Deku." Kirishima says, the images of Bakugou on that X, blood running down his body as he screamed and tried to escape that knife would forever haunt his mind.

"Oh."

Shouto has no idea how to respond to that. Kirishima says that like it was the last time he'd seen his boyfriend, and said it in such a broken tone that Shouto can't help but wonder if Katsuki had been killed.

"Is...mph, is Katsuki...alive?" Shouto asks, grunting as he swings a little from the chains.

"Y-yeah, or he was last time I saw him. Deku keeps him in his bedroom, I think. He has a collar kind of like mine, b-but it's bigger. He has a spl-split personality now, too." Kirishima stutters out.

Shout winces. He didn't want to think about what could make someone as strong as Katsuki have to develop a second personality to survive here. The blond would never have cracked, or at least Shouto didn't think so, he couldn't imagine what the other hero had to have been put through in order to have broken that much.

"Sorry, Kirishima. I'll try to get us out, but I...I don't know if I can ." Shouto groans. His shoulders pop out again, and he drops towards the floor with a yell.

"I-I'm sorry, Todoroki, I shouldn't have listened, I should've fought back with you." Kirishima says. His voice is crackly, probably from crying.

"Don't be. Whatever happened in the cell he threatened you with was, shit ow, bad enough to scare you like that, then I can take a little pain. You don't need to go through whatever it was, not again." he says. He doesn't bother putting his shoulders back in, but his body shakes and shudders with pain. His shoulder blades jut from his back like malformed winder, red and swollen.

Kirishima stares at him, tear tracks running down dirty cheeks.

"I'm sorry." he whispers pathetically.

"Not your fault." Shouto grunts. Ice swirls away from his foot, giving him a platform to stand on so that he can ease the pain of his shoulders.

Dabi opens the door again. He raises one eyebrow.

"Thought I said no quirk, Shouto." he says.

"Fuck off, sir. If you were hanging from the ceiling with two dislocated shoulders, I'm sure you'd do the same." he groans a few times during, but otherwise his voice is even and controlled.

"Seriously, aren't you already in enough pain? Do you really want my attention so bad that you're breaking rules already? It's simple, slave , listen and obey and I won't hurt you."

Shouto bares his teeth at him, fire sparking around the scar.

Dabi sighs, and pulls a hose into the room.

"You're a fucking mess, both of you." he says, turning it on and spraying ice cold water across them.

Shouto flinches away from the spray, but is held in place by the chains. And Kirishima, Kirishima doesn't even move. Not one bit. Not a flinch, doesn't try to escape the freezing stream.

When the hose shuts off, they're both shivering.

"If you've used your quirk in the morning, Shouto, I'll have Kirishima raped in front of you. Maybe I'll have Bakugou be the one to do it. You like to watch, right?"

Shouto shakes, both in rage and from the cold.

"You wouldn't. " he hisses.

Dabi smiles.

"Oh, I absolutely would.

He hadn't been chained up again. He couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. Deku had brought a fucking pet bed into his bedroom, and a a cage, too. Both sat in corners, though on opposite sides of the room. He didn't even have to ask to know that they were for him. It was just another humiliation in the long line of horrible things Deku had forced him to do.

He sat on the floor by Deku's bed, staring at the dark grey mittens covering his hands. He's going to have to be careful to make sure his hands don't wither in them. When- if - he escaped, his hands had to be able to take the high force of his explosions. He wasn't even sure if it was worth trying to escape, everything had been taken from him. His ability to function on his own had been stolen from him.

Deku is reading on the bed, some crime novel or something, and doesn't seem to care about the blank faced slave sitting at the foot of his bed. Katsuki is tired, and so, so done with this. He has no control over his life, of his own body, even of his mind. The incessant voice of "Kacchan" echoed in his skull, refusing him peace.

At some point, Deku put the book down and simply watched him. He kneeled, still and silent, blinking robotically. Broken , Deku thinks. Pathetic.

"Little slave, are you hungry?" he asks, ignoring the voice in his mind that tells him to get rid of this broken toy.

"Yes, master." comes the robotic reply. Despite the blankness of the one, Katsuki's face shows hope.

"When was the last time I fed you?" he asks. He doesn't remember giving him any food recently.

"I don't remember. It's been at least...a week, I think, master."

Deku winces.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hungry?"

"I tried. You tried to drown me in the bathtub, master."

Oh, right. He had done that. He hadn't realized how fragile his slave was when he'd done that.

"Come here, I've got a snack for you." Deku says, gesturing for Katsuki to come onto the bed. The blond does, slowly, struggling a little without being able to grab at things to pull himself to his feet.

The book had long been forgotten by the time his slave had gotten onto the bed. The blond's hair had gotten longer, he'd have to have it cut. The oversized t-shirt hangs from his frail frame, and his eyes are sunken into his head. He really hadn't been fed enough, Deku notes that he'll have to remember to feed him.

He unbuckles his pants, pulling his cock out, and looks at his slave expectantly. Katsuki's eyes are on him, but he doesn't move.

"Suck it, slave. Get me to cum and I'll have someone bring us food." he says.

Katsuki moves forward. He doesn't have a choice, and he needs food. He slowly bows down, hating it, but he licks at the head of his master's cock before taking it into his mouth. Without his hands, he can't compensate for what he can't take, and he can tell that Deku is getting impatient. Tears build in his eyes as he forces himself lower and lower, knowing that it would be worse if Deku got impatient and slammed him now.

He pulls up, letting it pop out of his mouth and panting for a second before dipping his head back down. He chokes a little, and feels Deku's hand on the back of his head. He pushes himself further, black spots swim across his vision, and he whimpers a little, trying to reach the base before Deku forces him down.

But instead of pushing him down, the hand pulls him up, off his dick entirely. He coughs and chokes, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes. No, no, he hadn't made Deku cum, if Deku didn't cum, he wouldn't be fed.

"Pl-please, I ca-can do better, ple-please." he whimpers.

Deku kisses him softly.

"I know you can do better, but don't push yourself too hard baby. We've got plenty of time for you to learn." he says. His voice is uncharacteristically soft, and he pulls Katsuki's head forward and into a deep kiss. Katsuki's mouth is open, his tongue pliant as Deku makes stabs into his mouth.

"Ye-yes, master." Katsuki whispers. His hands are caught up in one of Deku's larger ones, and he's forced to meet his captors eyes. He doesn't expect the care he sees, or the compassion.

"You don't have to, Kacchan, I won't force you to." he says.

Katsuki doesn't say anything. If he really didn't want to force him into anything, then he wouldn't be holding food over his head.

"Thank you." he whispers, but bends back down anyway. His hands are released, and this time, he takes it much slower. The mitts are placed, tentatively, on Deku's thighs to keep his balance as he bobs his head. His motions are slow, but on each downwards push, he takes his master deeper. Deku's hand settles in his hair, and fear thrums through his veins. He pushes it aside though, Deku is only playing with the soft blond fluff.

He sighs softly through his nose, tongue laving at the underside of his master's cock.

"Good slave." Deku's rumbles, voice heavy with lust and attraction. He makes a happy noise around his cock, and suckles on the tip for a moment before taking him nearly to the base. He pushes away his gag reflex, a goes down all the way, nose pushed into Deku's pubes. He looks up at his master, blinking teary eyes until he can see his captors face.

Deku is smiling down at him, and nods in encouragement. He hurries up, sucking harder and pulling small noises from the villain's mouth. Groans and moans and muttering of, "good boy, good kacchan, good slave". The noises stop, and his hand knots in his hair as he cums. Katsuki drinks it, wincing at the taste, but if he doesn't swallow it then it'll spill out of his mouth and nose and be all the more disgusting.

He pulls away, wiping at his mouth with the mittens. Deku is basking in the after orgasm, but he's hungry. He was promised, food, and he would get food, goddamnit.

"Master?"

"Mm?"

"You said if I made you cum I could eat." he says.

"I did, didn't I. Alright then." he says, grabbing his phone. He taps on it a few times, before pulling Katsuki against his chest.

"Food'll be up soon. Cuddle time right now." he says.

Katsuki sighs, and settles in his captor's embrace.

It was cold. It didn't help that there were layers of water on both them and the cell, but there was little he could do about it. There was little he could do, not unless he wanted to see his...friends? raped. Even though he was, technically , a vigilante, he still considered class A his friends.

"Just do it. Being raped is better than freezing to death." Kirishima says softly.

Todoroki winces.

"We won't freeze to death. Dabi wants us alive. We'll just be very uncomfortable, and maybe have a small amount of frostbite at worst." Todoroki says.

"I can take being raped. I'm used to it, and I'd rather be raped than be cold. I know that you use your fire now, please, Todoroki, please. I just want to be warm ." he says.

Todoroki grits his teeth, but small bits of fire spark to life. The water on his skin evaporates first, but the fire builds until the ice beneath his feet melts and the room temperature rises. Kirishima sighs as steam fills the room.

He hurts, everything hurts, his shoulders are burning because there's no longer anything giving him support. All he can do is hope that the comfort is worth it.

Come morning, they've both fallen asleep. Todoroki hangs from his chains, shaking and sleeping fitfully, waking at any slight noise, while Kirishima sleeps warm and restful. Even in his sleep, Todoroki radiates heat, and the room has reached the temperature of a sauna.

Dabi opens the door and laughs, waking both.

"Guess you really do like to watch, huh? Alright then, I can arrange that for you." he says, opening the door further to reveal Deku. The villain boss grumbles, and tugs on a leash, bringing Katsuki into view.

"I figured that you wouldn't listen to me, so here's your present. You get to watch Kacchan fuck my slave, and Deku wants to fuck you." he says, grinning.

Todoroki groans.

"Fuck off, Dabi." he says.

"You say that, but you wanted this. Obviously, or you wouldn't have disobeyed."

Kirishima crawls over, bowing in front of Dabi.

"Please, sir, don't do anything to him. I made him do it, please don't have him raped." he says. He knows that Katsuki is watching him grovel at someone's feet, but he doesn't care right now. He's been so stripped of dignity, humanity, and care that all he can really do is please and protect.

But when he looks up, Katsuki's eyes are dead and blank, and the blond has a row of stitches across his stomach. He stares at Kirishima, at the collar around his neck, but he doesn't seem to see it. Or him.

"Fine, fine. He'll have no distraction from watching what Deku, Kacchan, and I do to you." he says.

Kirishima whimpers slightly.

"Yes, sir." he says.

Todoroki's eyes are closed tight against what he might be forced to see, and he pants slightly. He can't really breathe normally, it hurts too bad. A hand is placed over the burn on his chest, smaller than Dabi's. Deku. He whimpers, though he'd never admit that that noise had come out of his mouth.

Gentle hands tie a muzzle over his face, and his eyes snap open. A sound of muffled confusion slips past his lips, startled. Why would they gag him? Usually torturers wanted to hear the sorrow, rage, and pain of their victims. He would've bet that Deku was one of those, and he knew that Dabi was from the grin he'd held at each of his screams.

Katsuki stands against one wall. His hands are in rough grey mitts, stitches across his stomach from a knife wound, fading bruises up and down his body. He wasn't wearing a collar, instead there was a loop of the leash Deku held around his neck. His face is blank, but recognition flares in his eyes when he sees Todoroki.

"Come here, little slave." Dabi orders, gesturing at Kirishima. He crawls across the floor, dragging the chain behind him as he does, head bowed in subservience. "You too, Kacchan."

The blond walks to the scarred man, slowly, not responding to anything. His feet were bare, and Todoroki was glad that the cell was warm enough to be comfortable for the three naked heroes.

"You'll like this, I'm sure. It's an excellent view." Deku whispers before pulling away from him.

He places a hand under Katsuki's chin, lifting his head to bear his throat and nuzzling it.

"Slave, fuck Red. Don't prep him." he orders, voice sharp and rough despite the gentle hands on the blond's shoulders. Those shoulders slump.

"Master, I...I can't." he says softly. Katsuki was never soft, this was wrong.

"You can, and you will, or I will." Deku says.

Katsuki chokes on tears, but falls to his knees. His eyes dart to Todoroki, where he hangs from his chains. The mitts dig into Kirishima's hips as the boy looks over his shoulder. His eyes are fearful, but he smiles shakily at Katsuki anyway.

The blond is soft, and he ruts against Kirishima's ass to try and work up some semblance of an erection. He's half-hard, but he can't get any higher than that. Tears build in the corners of his eyes as he begins to push in, hardening at the heat of his...boyfriend. They'd been dating when they'd been kidnapped, and he'd never say it to his captor, but he loved Kirishima.

A foot slams into his back, Dabi's, forcing him to sheath himself entirely. Kirishima screams, tears running down his face and back arching.

"K-katsuki!" he yells. The blond bends over his back, warm chest pressed to cool flesh.

"Kiri." he growls, hips snapping forwards. There's blood now, easing his way,but he knows that as it dries it will make this harder.

Dabi guides Kirishima's face to his crotch, lowering his zipper. Kirishima goes cross-eyed staring at the dick in front of his face. He hasn't been fucked in a long time, it hurts . He's panting crying involuntarily.

Dabi slaps his cheek with his cock.

"Suck, slave." he growls. Kirishima chokes as Katsuki thrusts, the blond glaring at Dabi with fiery eyes.

" Mine." the blond snarls, fucking brutally into Kirishima. He screams, hands scrabbling on the floor. He turns around eyes wide with pain and fear as Katsuki tries to fuck his guts out.

"K-Kat-suki! Slow-s-slow down!" he screams.

Katsuki is past being able to hear him, fucking into him like an animal. His hands, trapped in those mittens things, press hard into his sides, sure to leave bruises. Kirishima's cock bobs, hard and dripping despite the pain, and Katsuki bites down hard on his shoulder. He screams, digging his nails into the concrete and falling to his forearms.

"Fuck, Katsuki, I should've had you do this before." Deku says, putting a hand in the blond's hair. Katsuki tosses his head, biting at the hands.

" Mine ." he spits.

Kirishima screams again, and Dabi sticks his fingers in his mouth, prying it open.

"Suck my cock, slave, or I'll have your teeth pulled." he snarls, pushing the head into his mouth. Kirishima sobs, but his head moves with the force of Katsuki's thrusts, bobbing up and down. It's all he can do to avoid biting him on accident, but when he looks up, his master looks happy with him. With the tears running down his face, and the blood running down his thighs.

Todoroki is pale as he watches, and if he could've he would've thrashed in the chains. But if he did, he'd hurt himself more. All he could do was watch as Kirishima was abused because he'd used his quirk.

He doesn't cry, but that's more from shock than a lack of empathy. He doesn't know how to absorb the scene in front of him.

Deku is watching with a self-satisfied smile, lazily stroking his cock. He tugs on Katsuki's leash, pulling him away from Kirishima.

"Sit, Kacchan." he orders.

The blond spits at him.

" Mine, master, he's mine ." he growls, but sits anyway.

Deku smiles.

"He belongs to Dabi, but maybe I can let you two play more often. Right now, I want a turn." he says.

He kneels behind Kirishima, pressing in with a moan. Dabi is fucking his face, but Kirishima feels Deku enter him and screams against the cock in his mouth.

He'd said he could handle it.

He really wasn't sure if he could.

His mind was gone, enveloped in a haze of mine, mine, Kirishima is mine , but he still knows enough to listen when his master orders him off. He bites at the hand in his hair, but sits, onediantly, by the door.

He wants to spit and curse and scream as his master fucks his boyfriend, but if he does, he'd be punished. The threat of losing his arms still hangs over his head, omnipresent even in his fucked up state of mind. Though his hands were useless at the moment, they would be even more useless not attached to his body.

So he sits, teeth bared in a feral snarl, as his boyfriend is brutally raped from both ends in front of Todoroki.

He meets Todoroki's eyes, and his mind threatens to return. He doesn't want it to. When he thinks straight, he hurts. He's tired of hurting, but Todoroki's eyes bring him back to humanity.

He watches what is happening, tears in his eyes. He can't stop this. He can do nothing but watch. And then the leasha round his neck is pulled. Deku is gesturing for him to come over.

The villain had just cum, spilling into Kirishima with a moaning cry. He crawls across the floor slowly, eyes not leaving Todoroki's broken face.

"Fuck him, slave." Deku says.

Katsuki's minds snaps away, and he leaps forward, sinking into Kirishima with an animalistic cry. Kirishima screams around the cock in his mouth, and that tips Dabi over the edge. He cums into Kirishima's throat, the slave swallowing without complaint before the last few pumps are smeared across his forehead. Dabi leans back, a content smile upon his face.

Kirishima is crying and whimpering, but Katsuki can't' stop. He fucks into Kirishima with wild abandon, unable to slow or stop or stop the growling that poured from his lips and into the room. His eyes blazed with fierce list and rage, mitts clamping on Kirishima's hips with a grip to destroy.

Kirishima is saying something, but Katsuki is far past words-understanding or speaking them.

When he cums, it's with a savage howl, seated as deep inside of Kirishima as he can get. As his vision clears, he can see blood from his teeth on Kirishima's back, bruising forming on his hips and ass, and his head lulled to the side-unconscious. He's bleeding, too. The stitches had torn, blood spilling from his stomach across Kiri's back. He pulls out with a whimper, still unable to form words but knowing that this isn't what he'd wanted.

He paws at his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding and looking at Dekunfor help.

Deku is laughing.

"You're a machine, Kacchan! After that show, I'll have to give you a little love of my own, hm? Let's go get your stitches fixed." he says, pulling on the leash.

Katsuki stumbles to his feet, glancing back at Kirishima with nothing short of absolute suffering in his eyes when he hears it- the building rumbles.

Deku curses.

"Dammit, I knew we should've moved." he says, scooping Katsuki into his arms and running. Dabi is running, too, carrying Kirishima and leaving Todoroki hanging from his chains.

As they are running, Katsuki realizes what is happening.

The heroes are here.

He yanks against the leash on his neck, pulling it from Deku's hands. His legs are jelly-like, but he sprints away from Deku. The heroes were here! He'd be safe, if he can get to the heroes.

"No! Kacchan!" Deku yells, but he doesn't follow.

Why isn't he following?

Katsuki looks over his shoulder to see Deku being held back by Dabi, right as he slams into a broad chest.

He falls to the ground, doesn't have time to get to his feet, but tries to crawl away anyway. No! He'd just gotten away from Deku, he wouldn't be caught so soon, not by one of Deku's fucking thugs!

A hand wraps around his neck, picking him up with ease. His eyes narrow, and his legs kick at the air. He tries to pry the hand away from his neck, but with the mittens over his hands, his attempt is utterly useless.

In a flash, Deku is in front of him.

"Set him down." his voice is low and angry.

Whoever's holding himleans down, taking a sniff of his hair.

"What the fuck?" he shouts, twisting in his grip.

The hand tightens, drawing a squeak from his chest as air is cut off.

"I don't think I will, Deku. Is this your little slave? Where's it's collar?" the man growls.

" He isn't wearing his collar right now. Put my slave down." he spits.

He doesn't see it, but he feels the man smile.

"He looks yummy." a tongue runs up his cheek, and Katsuki's struggles renew. What the fuck was this? This guy isn't a fucking hero, what's going on?

"You and your clan will not be eating my slave, Cannibal Canon." he says.

What the fuck .

Before the guy holding him can do anything else, Deku's fist is through his stomach, dripping blood.

"Dabi, send out the alert. It's not the heroes, just the Cannibal Clan. Crush them." he says, removing the fingers from around Katsuki's neck one by one.

Katsuki falls from the man's grip and into Deku's arms, coughing and curling in on himself. His stomach wound hurts, and he can't' get enough air around the swelling from the massive hand that had threatened to crush his neck.

"Idiot. That's what you get for trying to run from me, you can't protect yourself. Even when we aren't under attack, this building is full of villains who wouldn't hesitate to hurt or kill you. They know that I would destroy them over it, but for some, they'd accept that just to strike a blow against me." he says, holding Katsuki tight to his chest.

"Wh-who the fuck was that?" he whispers, trying not to cry. He'd been so close, so close , to being free.

"The Cannibal Canon...he and his people would rape and eat their victims to get rid of the evidence." he says, walking down the hall calmly.

A few more of the cannibals attack them, but Deku takes care of them with ease, while Katsuki sleeps in his arms.

When he wakes up, he's in the dog cage in Deku's bedroom. Bars dig into his knees through the thin cushion, and he can't really move in any direction. There's a collar around his neck again, thinner now though. The stitches have been repaired in his stomach, and Deku isn't in the room with him.

He tries to reach his arm out of the cage to undo the latch, but he can't with the mittens on his hands. He growls, slamming his shoulder against the door. It doesn't do anything, and he turns, as best he can, to try and find a way out. There isn't one. He growls, but knows better than to fight too much. If he hurt himself, he'd likely be punished, or Kiri would be punished. None of them needed to be hurt anymore.

He settles in the cage, albeit very much unhappy about the situation, to wait for Deku to come back.

And Deku finally does.

"Let me out, master." he says, quiet, but also a warning in his voice.

Deku crouches in front of the cage.

"Are you going to try to run away again? That was very disobedient of you, slave. I'm giving you one warning-try something like that again, and it will be your legs that are amputated." he says. Even without Katsuki's reply, he knows what the blond will say. He unlatches the cage, and Katsuki crawls out.

He kneels obediently at Deku's feet, head bowed, eyes on the floor.

"Don't worry, the Cannibal Clan has been more than taken care of. They'll never bother us again, Kacchan. Come here."

At some point, Deku had moved to the bed, and he gestured for Bakugou to come towards him. He does, shuffling slowly along the floor and settling between his legs.

"On my lap, slave." he says.

Katsuki crawls onto the bed, and then sits on his captor's lap, face and ears burning with shame.

Deku pulls him into a hug, petting through his hair with scarred fingers. Katsuki's arms stay at his side, but his eyes are wide. What the fuck? What was Deku doing? Why was he hugging him? He usually only did stuff like this after he'd raped him.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan. I don't want you to feel like you have to run away from me, I love you. There's just some rules you have to follow." he says.

Katsuki knows the rules. Do as Deku says. Call Deku master. Don't mouth off. Don't fight back. Listen to the other villains, as long as they aren't trying to rape him. Don't try to escape. Don't love anyone, unless it's Deku. And above all else, don't disobey.

He remains silent, and Deku pulls him into the bed with him, wrapping his powerful body around his slave's. Katsuki shivers slightly, but doesn't move.

"Would you like to fuck Kirishima more often, slave?" Deku asks. Katsuki stops himself from tensing. This was a trick, definitely. He wanted to spend more time with Kirishima, but Deku would not like hearing that.

"No. I only need you...master." he says, though the answer pains him.

"Good boy." Deku replies.

Katsuki tries not to cry when Deku's hand wraps around his cock, and fails. The tears fall silently, quickly absorbed by the sheets.

Kirishima is carried back to the cell, after Dabi had burned about six people into ash-covered chicken strips.

When the door is opened, there are chains-but no Shouto. Kirishima can't stop himself from laughing into Dabi's shoulder. He gets slapped for doing so, after he's been set on the ground. But he doesn't stop.

Shouto had escaped, at least one of them was okay. Maybe Katsuki had escaped, too, but he wouldn't bet on it. Shouto was safe, and that's all that mattered.

"Where the fuck did he go." Dabi growls, fire sparking into life around him.

"Gone, he's gone, safe and gone, safe and gone. You can't hurt him, no one can hurt him, he's gone, gone and safe, safe and gone." he curls in on himself laughing, repeating a mantra of, "safe and gone, gone and safe".

Dabi ignores him, hunting around the cell. There was no blood; it wasn't likely that the cannibals had taken him then. He'd escaped. There wasn't a doubt in his mind.

Dabi growls, fist slamming into the wall.

"Come here, slave." he snarls.

Kirishima flinches a little. Usually when they were alone, Dabi was nice...or nicer, at least. He crawls across the floor, still giggling and muttering to himself. Dabi grabs his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. Kirishima's eyes are dazed, broken. His captor smiles. Broken. And he hadn't really done anything at all to break him.

Kirishima presses his face into Dabi's palm with a quiet sigh.

Dabi grins, leaning down and kissing him.

"Follow." he orders, walking briskly away.

He doesn't even look behind him to know that Kirishima is crawling along at his back.

When Deku falls asleep, Katsuki moves onto the floor. If the new treatment was anything to go by, Deku saw him as more of a pet than a captive now. He better act as such, he was so done with being hurt.

He curls in on himself, falling asleep beside Deku's bed.

He wakes with Deku's hands under his arms.

"Why're you on the floor, Kacchan?" he asks.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me on the bed, master." he whispers, staying limp as Deku picks him up.

"I wouldn't put you there if it wasn't where I wanted you. Come on, back in your cage." he says.

"I don' wanna." he says, glaring at the cage.

Deku chuckles.

"I can't trust you to stay if I tell you to. It's your cage until I'm sure you'll listen to me." he says.

Deku pushes him into the cage, and he stares at Deku as the cage is shut on him.

I hate you .

"I love you, Kacchan. I'll see you soon."

Why did you do this to me?

"Bye, master."

I thought you cared for me?

"I love you, Kacchan."

Why, Deku?

Useless, weak, pathetic.

Shut up.

You can't do anything, Katsuki, you're only only good for being Deku's slave.

Fuck off.

Ha. Pathetic little slave.

Katsuki whimpers, curling in on himself in the cage. That stupid fucking second personality had come back, he'd been yelling at him since Deku had put him back in the cage.

Deku hates you .

Fucking no shit.

It was obvious Deku hated him. He'd raped him since middle school, then kidnapped him, tortured him, and locked him in a tiny cage in his bedroom. If Deku didn't hate him, then why would he have done any of that?

He curls in on himself, burying his face in his arms. He hates this cage, he hates what Deku has done to him, he hates everything and everyone, but mostly he hates himself.

Nice, keep pitying yourself, useless piece of shit.

He doesn't reply. Doesn't need to.

When Deku returns, it's to see his slave curled into a tiny ball in his cage. The blond's shoulders are shaking slightly-he must be crying.

"Hi, Kacchan."

His slave looks up at him. He's laughing.

"Hello, master." he says, smiling. His fingers curl into the bars of the dog cage, and he grins up at him. His eyes are sunken into his head, thin and frail and so, so tired, but lit up with manic glee.

Deku winces. Right...D.I.D., he'd caused that. Katsuki's main personality had disassociated, this wasn't his slave, this was someone totally different.

"Let me out, master, I wanna play." not-Katsuki calls.

"Not unless Kacchan comes back." he answers, sitting at the desk in the corner of his bedroom. The dog bed he'd bought for Katsuki was right next to it.

"He hates you though, why would you want him? I like spending time with you, I'm not afraid of you, and I like having sex with you. He only lets you touch him because he doesn't want you to hurt that stupid boy he loves."

Deku sits bolt upright in his seat.

"What did you say?"

"Right, he's been hiding it from you. He doesn't want you to hurt Kirishima because he loves him, so he does whatever you tell him to. He's tired, master, Katsuki is going to kill himself if he gets the chance, for real this time."

He knows that he's lying. Katsuki's double couldn't be trusted, he just wanted to get him to hurt his pet.

"You're lying. Kacchan loves me."

His alter laughs.

"Sure, he pretends to, but he hates you. If he could, he would kill you, but you've made us quirkless, useless, pathetic, nothing but some toy for you to...play with...quirkless, useless...pathetic"

Katsuki trails off, sanity bleeding back into his eyes. His fingers fall away from the cage, and he pushes himself into the corner again. His eyes are glazed with fear.

"Sorry, sorry master, I couldn't keep him back." he whimpers, eyes widening as Deku stands and walks towards him. He whimpers, shutting his eyes as Deku opens the cage.

"Was what he said true?"

"Wh-what did he say?" he whimpers, still pushing himself as far away from the villain as he could.

"That you hate me. That you only listen to me because you don't want me to hurt your ex. That you love Kirishima, even with me here."

Katsuki whimpers, wincing. He didn't need to say anything for Deku to know that it was true, his reaction alone gave that away.

"No, master, of-of course not, I love you, only you." he whimpers out, flinching away as Deku reaches for him. Deku's hand wraps into his hair anyway, and he screams as he's pulled out of the cage. Deku yanks him up to his eye level, snarling in the blond's face.

"Don't lie to me, slave."

Katsuki is crying, tears streaming down his thin face as Deku snarls.

"Pl-please, I'm sorry, I love, I love you, d-don't!" he cries out. Hands flailing pathetically in an attempt to get Deku to put him down.

"No, you don't!" Deku yells, punching him in the face. Katsuki screams, falling to the floor as Deku lets go of his hair. His body is thin, and he falls into a pathetic heap on the floor, blood dripping down his face. He sobs slightly, trembling.

"I'm sorry, sorry, 'm sorry master."

Deku is panting, looking at the pathetic creature on the ground.

"You are not what I loved. You are not who I loved. You are pathetic, useless, just some quirkless toy!" he snarls.

Shouto was pissed . He'd thought the heroes had finally gotten their asses in gear, but no, it was some other villain group trying to one up Deku's. So he was still stuck in the fucking base, a muzzle that he couldn't get off covering his mouth, without any motherfucking clothes .

He takes a deep breath. He won't be able to help anyone like this, he needs to calm down and bring himself back under control. The muzzle needs to come off, it's uncomfortable and bothersome. And then he needs to find clothes.

He feels around the back of his head, no longer trembling from fear of being caught by his older brother or the adrenaline of several fights. The buckle was no different from a belt buckle, but he couldn't get it off when he was shaking so bad earlier. Now, his fingers easily undo it, pulling the thing off of his face and inhaling cool air.

He looks back at the unconscious guy that had tried to take a bite out of him, and shudders slightly. His clothes were not...the best. But they would have to do. They have a hood, so he'll be able to cover his face up and avoid being spotted.

A sorrowed scream tears through the hallway, Bakugou's once proud voice splintered with fear and sorrow.

"Shit, this is going to end badly." he mutters, turning towards the sound of that scream and running. He'd beaten Midoriya in the first year sorts festival, but he had no idea if he could do so now.

The huge door in front of him is clearly hiding someone important-hopefully Deku, and he knocks.

"What do you want?" Deku's voice snaps out. He can hear pathetic sobs as the villain opens he door, and doesn't bother giving him a warning.

Shouto lunges forward, ice shooting from his hand to make a blade.

Deku laughs.

"Shouto~ How nice of you to join us."

His eyes glow green, and Shouto freezes.

Mistake.

Deku tackles him to the floor, and he snarls, fire flaring away from his cheek. Beyond Deku's shoulder, he can see Bakugou on the floor, crumpled in on himself. He's shaking.

"Get….off!" he snarls, fire flaring towards Deku's face. The villain jolts back to avoid it, and Shouto jumps to get Bakugou. He gathers him in his arms, the blond is small and shaking, hair recently cut, nose bleeding, a blue dog collar buckled around his throat and mittens tied around his hands. The blond doesn't look at him, crying slowly.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Deku asks, hand wrapping around Shouto's throat and throwing him to the floor.

He curls his body around Bakugou, protecting the blond from the impact. Ice races from his foot, pinning Deku to the wall,only for the villain to bust his way out of it, all rage and snarling.

Bakugou whimpers, curling into Shouto's chest further and sobbing.

That was the last thing he saw before Deku slammed his head against the floor, and he passes out.

"Ka-katsuki…"he manages to say as his vision fades.

His head hurts.

He doesn't remember why his head hurts, but it does. He can feel each breath, ice cold in his lungs, cold air over his chest and naked body.

Why was he naked?

He'd escaped the cell where Dabi had been keeping him...and gone after Deku. And Deku had beaten him.

He opens his eyes, groaning at the light. He was in a dog cage in the corner of Deku's room, and Katsuki...Katsuki was chained to the wall next to Deku, curled up in a pet bed by his desk. Deku is watching him with a small smile.

"I figured you wouldn't actually join us...but I'd hoped you'd be smarter than this, Shouto. You were smart enough to drop out of hero school, why did you have to come after me? Why make yourself a slave? You had so many better options." he says. Katsuki raises his head, dull eyes staring at him from a thin face, before he buries his face once more.

"You wouldn't know, would you. Not everything is about me, I came to save my friends." he spits.

"And look where that got you. You'll be like Kacchan, soon enough. Nothing but a broken toy for me. Your brother gave you a chance, to serve me as a subordinate, not as a fuck-toy. You picked wrong, Shou."

He doesn't answer, his blood running cold. He was going to be used the way Katsuki and Eijirou had been? He...doesn't think he could survive that, not again.

He blasts ice, breaking open the cage and running.

Except he doesn't.

His quirk is there, but he can't use it, can't bring ice or fire out, can't free himself.

"I see you noticed then? Your collar blocks your quirk, but it's not like Kacchan's bracelets. I can turn it off when I want you to do something with it. Pretty neat, isn't it?" he asks.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks, tears building in his eyes.

Deku laughs.

"Because I want to. Because I can." he answers, standing and approaching the cage.

He opens it.

"Come on out now, Shou." he says, grinning down at him.

Shouto hates the smug look on his face, the malice in his eyes, as he crawls out of the cage.

"You'll do as I tell you, right? You wouldn't want me to use the shock function in that collar, after all. Or any of the multitude of drugs stored in it." he says.

"You won't disobey me this time, will you?"

Shouto nods jerkily.

Deku smiles.

"I thought as much. Your father trained you well, didn't he? You respond to force."

"I've trained you well, Sho. You're good at this, I don't have to force you anymore."

He nods again.

"Get on the bed, slave."

"Get on the bed, slut."

He gets to his feet slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the ground at his feet as Deku joins him. His back is pushed against the mattress, gloved hands running up and down his body.

Burning, they were burning, his father's hands were on fire as he grabbed his chest.

Deku is laughing as tears begin to slide down his face, sucking a hickey into his neck and palming his exposed dick.

"Kacchan, come here." he calls.

Another weight on the bed.

"Ride him."

Katsuki and he cry together, Shouto's hands pinned to the bed as Katsuki coaxes him to orgasm and into over sensitivity. He can't stop until Deku tells him to. All Shouto can hear is his father and his horrible praise as a second orgasm is pulled out of him.

"Should've just stayed in your lane, Sho."

He passed out at some point during what was done to him. Probably a good thing, he thinks. Honestly though, he may have just dissociated. He'd always had a hard time telling the difference, both had happened often while under his father's thumb.

Shouto was locked in the cage once more, and this time, he was able to realize how small it was. He was big for his age, tall and broad at the shoulders from vigilante work, and the cage had clearly been made for a smaller dog. Not a human, and certainly not one as large as Shouto. The bars dig into his sides, and into wounds he doesn't remember getting. His legs have gone numb - he isn't sure how long he's been in here, but it was long enough for that to happen.

Katsuki is chained to the wall and pet bed once more. He's curled in on himself, blond hair sticking up from the corner of the room where he's buried his face.

"Are you okay, Katsuki?" he asks softly. Katsuki's shoulders flinch. He was used to having to listen for any sound that Deku might make, trying to predict what would happen to him next.

"I raped you." he says.

His voice is shaky, pathetic and weak. Not the Katsuki he'd known for the year he was at UA. What had Deku done to him, to make him like this.

"You didn't have a choice, either."

Katsuki doesn't answer for a minute.

"You...begged me to stop, and I didn't, I couldn't because he threatened to kill you if I did. I did the same thing he did to me, I'm just as bad."

"No, you aren't. Katsuki, I don't remember shit about what just happened, it wasn't you I was begging to stop, it was...my father. I didn't see you, I didn't see anything, because I went so deep in my own head I have no idea what was happening to me or around me. You could've fucking killed me, and I wouldn't have known. You aren't Deku, because you didn't want that either, and you regret that you were forced to. Deku doesn't care about what he does, he thinks he can do whatever he wants without consequences."

He looks up out of the cage to meet Katsuki's eyes.

"He's going to find out very soon that he can't."

He doesn't dare say more. There's no way that Deku didn't have this room bugged, he couldn't give away that the heroes were coming, because then the bastard would move. But that...that sounded like he was just barely holding on to some form of hope.

Back in the room that Dabi had brought him to, Kirishima allows himself to relax. Dabi was never cruel to him here, this was their place. He hopes that Shouto managed to get away, hopes that the boy is free, but can't imagine anyone getting out of this base without Deku's approval.

He smiles as he's pulled into Dabi's chest, feeling the man's body heat up to combat the cold of the room.

He can't get over the look in Katsuki's eyes as he'd screamed for him to stop, crying and bleeding around his boyfriend's cock in front of their captors. Katsuki was gone. Katsuki would never have hurt him like that, god, what had Deku done to him since they'd been captured? Katsuki was strong, he wouldn't cave easily. He...shouldn't have broken. He shouldn't have become so broken that he would…. force himself on someone else. On him.

Dabi strokes his face, petting the limp black hair away from his eyes. He nibbles slightly on his ear, and Kirishima tenses. Dabi owned him, he knew, but he didn't want sex. Not now, not yet. Not with a villain.

He knew he didn't have a choice though, thinking back to his time in the cell and knowing that anything was preferable to that hell. He forces himself to relax, to lean back into Dabi's chest. Dabi wasn't Deku, he wouldn't hurt him the way the other had. Dabi would be gentle, because they didn't have to pretend in here. This was their safe place, they didn't have to pretend in here, because no one else could get in or see them.

"Lay down." Dabi says, growling.

Then again, Dabi was angry, there was no telling what villains would do when they were mad. And Dabi had hurt him before, though it was part of a front to hide how nice he actually was. But what about his time in that cell? Would someone nice do that just to get him to submit? Was he being manipulated?

No. Dabi was...not Deku, he was better than Deku. He just had to make sure that Deku thought he was as bad as him.

He lays down, falling off of Dabi's lap and onto the bed. He was still naked from his time in the cell with Shouto, but he understood. Dabi needed to control Shouto, too, so the fear tactic through Kirishima was smart. Now, Shouto would be killed when he was found instead of joining them. He'd made a bad decision, but he's still glad that Shouto is gone. He can't tell if he's glad that the other is safe, or if he's glad that there's nothing to distract Dabi from him.

"Do you want this?" Dabi asks as he pulls his shirt over his head, leaning over the black-haired teen.

No. No, he doesn't, but he doesn't want Dabi to throw him away. He hasn't wanted any of what had happened to him here, but Dabi had been the best thing that had happened. He tries not to think about what Dabi had done to Kaminari. Tries not to think about Kaminari at all as he nods.

"You've gotta answer verbally, you know I won't do anything without your permission." he says, running his hand over Kiri's chest.

The boy shudders.

"Yes...I want this." he says.

Dabi can tell it's fake, and pulls back, a hurt expression on his face.

"No, you don't. Why're you still afraid of me? I haven't hurt you, not when we're alone. Do you...hate me?" he asks.

Kirishima surges up, panic on his face.

"No! How could I hate you, you've been good to me, you saved me from that cell! Of course I want sex with you!" he says, grabbing Dabi's shoulders.

The man leans down, kissing him.

"It's not fair for you to be this adorable." he says, one arm wrapping around the boy, the other pulling his pants away.

He reaches for lube as soon as he's naked, kissing his way down Kirishima's chest and pressing fingers into his ass. Kirishima whines, arching into Dabi's mouth. The vilain chuckles, watching this hero student fall apart in his hands, willingly, knowing what he was, what he'd done, because he was so destroyed by what he and Deku had done to him before he "saved" him.

Kirishima clenches around his fingers, letting out a slutty moan as he jabs into his prostate. He laughs against the boy's chest, sucking hickeys onto once-magnificent pecs that had faded to almost nothing and sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"D-Dabi!" Kirishima yells, bucking up against the older man's stomach.

He pulls away with a pop, letting the pink bud settle back down.

"Ah ah ah, it's sir to you, at least when we're like this." he says, diving back to kiss and suck at his chest, a distraction from a third finger sliding into him.

Kirishima squeaks, covering his mouth with his hands as he convulses.

Holy shit, his slave had come just from having fingers in his ass while he played with his chest?

" Hot." he whispers, pulling out his fingers and sucking yet another hickey onto Kirishima's neck.

He thrusts slowly into his slave, teasing him with the tip of his cock before pulling out again, revelling in the little moans and whines Kirishima makes.

"T-too much, si-sir, 'm still sensiTIVE!" his protest turns into a cry as Dabi sheathes himself fully.

He licks his face, seeing tears budding in the boy's eyes.

"I got you off, it's only fair if I get off, too." he says. He isn't looking at his slave, but he can feel him nod slowly.

"Can you take it if I start moving? It's okay if you can't, Deku offered to let me use his slave." he says.

"I-I can take it, sir. Pl-please fuck me." he says.

Dabi delights in the gorgeous flush on Kirishima's cheeks as he begins to fuck into him, getting more and more violent until smoke is pouring off of his body. His hands on Kiri's hips were burning, and he can hear his slave crying for him to stop as he finishes inside of him.

He collapses on top of him, rolling over but Keeping him on his cock.

Kiri's head lulls to the side, limp, eyes glazed over. Dabi kisses up and down his neck, running his hands along his sides.

"I'm sorry I didn't stop, you just felt so damn amazing. I should've stopped when you asked. You're so good for me, Red. Perfect."

Kirishima buzzes inside at the praise.

"Thank you, sir."

Shouto has almost managed to wrangle the lock by the time Deku comes back. And Deku is not pleased by the sight in front of him.

Shouto's hand is curled around the lock, twitching as he fiddles with it's inner mechanisms using a piece of metal he'd found on the floor, and Bakugou is watching him with something like hope on his face.

Deku kicks the cage, knocking Shouto out of his trance with a yelp.

"Give me the lockpick, I'm too tired for this bullshit."

Shouto drops it, pushing himself farther into the cage when Deku unlocks it. He knows what's going to happen now, doesn't have to have experienced it before to guess.

"Either come out and face your punishment or I'll drag you out." Deku says. He doesn't give Shouto the time to choose, grabbing his hair and yanking him from the cage. Todoroki snarls at him, teeth bared and eyes narrow with pain and anger.

"I'll fucking kill you one of these days." he spits before the first blow lands. A punch to his gut has him retching on the floor, and it's followed by two harsh kicks to the same spot. Saliva flies from his mouth, and he glares at Deku.

"Fuck you, you slimy bastard." he coughs around the bile. Deku grins, yanks him to his feet by his hair, and then punches him in the face. He feels his nose break and hears the crack of his arm snapping when he slams into the wall. He spits blood onto the floor, ignoring the pain, and stands. His father had given him worse, time and time again.

He manages to punch Deku once, which, compared to what's been done to him, isn't much at all. But it's more than he had in the past.

"Your own quirk is turning against you, Deku!" he yells, watching the power of One for All flicker and fade along his captor's body.

"It's my quirk!" he yells in response, and when he uses One for All this time, it works. Todoroki is slammed into the ground, he can feel his ribs crack as blood flies past his lips.

He grins anyway.

"You say that...all you want." he says, as if he knows something that Deku doesn't, before passing out.

He fucks Bakugou in front of Todoroki that night, after he's been healed and locked in his cage once more. Each of Bakugou's pitiful screams pounds the message home-he'd failed. He couldn't save him.

"Wait, Deku...leave him alone." he says.

His voice is quiet, arm reaching out of the cage towards the bed.

"Why would I do that?"

"Use me instead." he says. It hurts to say, to let this scumbag know how much he hated watching this, but it was better than letting Katsuki suffer.

"How about I have you after, if you're so eager?"

Deku ignores him, turning back to Bakugou with, if possible, more fervor than before. He covers Bakugou's mouth with one hand, and Bakugou refuses to look at the cage in the corner.

"Hey! You fucker, I'm not done talking to you!" Todoroki shouts, one hand wrapped around the bars of the cage, the other reaching for the bed.

"You have no say in the matter, Todoroki. You belong to me, as does Kacchan here." Deku throws over his shoulder.

Todoroki growls.

"Fuck you, what the hell happened to you? You were such a good person in school, All Might chose you! What made you into this...this….monster!" he yells.

He can see Deku pause, and dares to hope he's stopped him from hurting Bakugou anymore. He should've known better, as Deku turns around with rage in his eyes.

"You wanna get fucked so bad you'll keep interrupting me? Fine then, let's do that. Kacchan, stay on the fucking bed." he growls.

Oh shit, neither of them have ever seen him look that enraged.

His dick is still hard and he's still naked when he marches over to the cage, unlocks it, and rips Shouto from the cage despite the fury in the captive's eyes. The vigilante looks over Deku's shoulder to see Bakugou staring at him in horror, and musters up the strength to smile at him before being thrown to the ground.

"Do you think you're being brave? Do you think that Kacchan will thank you for 'stepping up to save him from his vile master'? Huh? Or is this just your knee-jerk reaction to seeing me take what you so desperately want for yourself?" Deku snarls. He drags Shouto by his hair to the chair at his desk, and slams him into it.

"You got one taste of Kacchan, and now you want more, is that right? Or are you just some sex crazed mongerel?"

Todoroki spits onto the floor, fists clenching.

"None of the above, bastard. I'm just human enough to not want others to suffer." he spits.

He spits blood when Deku backhands him, falling out of the chair. He jumps up, swinging at Deku, only for his fist to be caught in one hand. The villain glares at him, forcing him back into the chair as he pulls rope from under his desk.

"You better fucking stay still, or I'll make you watch as I cut off Katsuki's fingers, one by one." he growls.

Todoroki freezes at the threat, eyes darting to Bakugou and his hands. Hands that were held in grey mittens to stop him from using them. Bakugou bares his teeth, drawing one hand over his throat and then using it to point at Deku.

The message is pretty clear.

'Kill him'

But he can't move. He tries, and his eyes widen when he realizes that he's frozen. He can move his eyes and breath, but little else. Deku smirks as he bears down on him with the rope.

"Did you already forget all those neat drugs in your collar?" he says as he begins to truss up pliant Todoroki. Red rope outlines his body, and as soon as Deku finishes the ties, the drug is gone. He struggles against them, and Deku watches with calculating eyes, adjusting the ropes to make sure he can't get out.

"You fucker." Todoroki snarls when Deku pulls out four bullet vibes, a cock ring, a dildo gag, and a steel cock.

"Yes, I do fuck people. However, I won't be fucking you for a while." he says.

One of the vibes is pressed into his ass, a string hanging out to remove it, another is taped to his flaccid cock, and the other two to his nipples. They're remote operated, and Deku turns them on with a smirk. He enjoys the way Todoroki's body jolts at the sensations, and locks the cock ring around the base of his dick.

"You goddamn bastard. Bakugou, run!" he yells over Deku's shoulder.

"I don't have anywhere to go, Todoroki! Even if I get out, he'll just have my hands and legs amputated, he doesn't need them for what he wants."

Deku laughs, loving the pained tears in Todoroki's eyes as he begins to push the dildo into him. He whimpers, shuddering and pulling away from the fake cock. Deku grabs him by the shoulders and slams him down, adding more ties to make sure he couldn't get all of the way off of it.

He grins.

"Hey, Todo? Guess what?" he says, finger hovering over a button on his phone.

"What, that you're a s-sick motherf-fucker that gets off on hu-hurting people?"

He slams the finger down.

"Fu-mmhAGh!"

"That one vibrates, too."

Todoroki opens his mouth to say something, and then shuts it again as he realizes that the last thing that Deku hasn't used is a cock gag.

Deku grins as he picks it up.

"I'll be honest, this is just because I want to see you choke on a dick. Open up~"

Todoroki shakes his head, and Deku plays with his phone a bit more. The vibrations pick up, and Todoroki jolts, mouth falling open in a silent scream as the sensations become stronger. Deku takes the opportunity, and pushes the cock gag into his mouth, fastening it tight around his head.

He leans back, watching Todoroki's throat flutter as he chokes. The cock is just large enough to prod the back of his throat, and wide enough stretch his lips into cracking at the edges. The vibrations of the things inside and on him cause him to shake and tremble, and he glares at Deku.

The villain leans over him, grabbing his chin and forcing him to meet his eyes.

"I'd blindfold you, but I want you to watch." he hisses, slapping him lightly.

"Mabgggh"

Deku laughs at him.

"You can keep trying to talk, but it won't do you any good."

He returns to Katsuki, leaving his other captive to writhe and suffer on the cock he'd tied him onto.

Kirishima crawls obediently behind Dabi as they walk down the halls. This embarrassment was okay, because Dabi treated him well behind closed doors. Dabi wanted him to watch part of his job, so he would obey. Things were better now that Dabi owned him.

He smiles up at his master, even though he knows that Dabi doesn't want him to call him that. He couldn't help but think of him as his master, but he would call Dabi sir because that's what he wished.

They walked down the long hallways of Deku's base, only Kiri not knowing where they were going. Dabi open a door and points at a corner.

"Sit, slave." he says, turning on the light.

There's a man tied in a chair, blindfolded and gagged. His feet are bare, and his face is pale. Kiri winces, closing his eyes.

"Watch, slave."

He opens them again.

"This scumbag thought it would be a good idea to short the boss on this month's cocaine shipment. He thought we'd let him get away with it." Dabi grabs the man's hair, pulling his head up. The man trembles, shaking his head and whimpering.

Dabi's hand smokes in his hair.

"We already found his replacement though, so there's no problem. He just needs to be taught a lesson before he dies."

It sounds like the guy is trying to say "no", but nothing but some pathetic half-sounds get past the gag.

Dabi presses his burning hand into the man's chest, and he bounces in the chair, sobbing and whimpering.

"Slave, blow him."

Kiri startles, but crawls over to the man, unbuckling his pants with shaking fingers. Dabi removes his hand, using it to rip off the man's blindfold. He stares down at the kid that's licking at his cock, seeing the collar at his throat and the scarring on his body.

"You're lucky, fucker. I could make you into something like him, but you're too damn ugly to be a good sex-slave." Dabi whispers, placing burning hands on his shoulders.

He screams into the gag, back arching, which forces his cock into Kiri's mouth. Kiri slurps, saddened that the cock is still soft. He pulls off, looking up at Dabi.

"He won't get hard, sir." he whines.

Dabi laughs, taking his burning hands off of the man.

"Most people don't get hard when they're forced, you're just weird slave." he says, tweaking the guys nipples.

Kiri pouts, returning to sucking the guys dick. He still had to do as Dabi said, but he didn't like the way Dabi treated him outside of their room.

The guy finally starts to get hard as Dabi plays with his chest.

He cums, and Dabi burns through his neck, blackened flesh and blood leaking through.

Kiri screams- he hadn't expected him to kill the guy.

Dabi kisses him softly, running his hands up and down Kiri's chest.

Kiri gets fucked in front of a corpse, and it's rough and bloody and Kiri cries, but it's worth it to hear the praises tumbling from Dabi's lips.

Shota slides through the door, eyes freezing Deku's quirk before he can do anything.

He sees Shouto out of the corner of his eye, and his skin shudders in revulsion. Deku was one sick son of a bitch, to have done this to anyone, let alone people he once called his friends.

Bakugou sits up from the bed, blond hair limp around his face and eyes wide. There's a slim black collar around his throat, and his hands are encased in some grey stuff that doesn't look strong but probably was. Hope spreads across his face as he sees Aizawa walk towards him, and then a snarl.

He realizes that Deku doesn't have his quirk right now, and that Deku is surprised.

He turns on the man, pinning him to the bed. That's when Aizawa realizes that his student is naked, and there's cum and blood coming from his ass. He's livid, doesn't bother to interfere as Bakugou starts whaling on the villain beneath him.

"I have Bakugou, and Shouto." he says, pressing a finger to his ear as he clips quirk restrainers onto the villain. He doesn't stop Bakugou, pretends not to see that Deku's face is becoming a bloody mash beneath his fists. Blood soaks the fabric of the glove things, and Bakugou is crying.

He undoes the restraints holding down Shouto, and pulls him off of the vibrator. The kid is crying, hands balled in his shirt as he undoes the various things strapped to his body. The last thing to go is the collar, falling to the ground with a thump. There are vials along the outside of the collar, and needles on the inside. He doesn't want to think about what Deku had been injecting into the boy.

Bakugou has stopped hitting Deku, and the villain is just smiling up at him.

"I had fun Kacchan!" he chirps, and Bakugou sobs.

"Bakugou, it's alright. You'll never have to see him again, it's okay." he says. He doesn't know how to console him, isn't good at that type of thing.

"This has to be...another trick." Bakugou chokes out.

"It's not, I promise, D-someone told us where you were, and we came to get you and Kirishima out. It's over, you can come home now."

Bakugou's eyes are rimmed with red when he finally looks at Aizawa.

"This won't be over until he's dead." he says.

"Done." Snipe says, coldness in his voice as his quirk fires. Deku laughs as he dies.

Kirishima is clinging to Snipe, crying brokenly.

"Kats, Kats, are you okay?"

Bakugou mixes a scream and a sob, running to Kirishima and holding him with all of his strength. Free, they were free, Deku is dead and gone and they were finally free.

Shouto watches from where he hugs his old teacher, tears filling his eyes and dripping down his face. Safe. He was safe with the heroes now, away from Midoriya and his dad and everything was okay.

Snipe and Aizawa share an enraged glance, knowing that even with Midoriya being dead, he would continue to haunt these boys for the rest of their lives.

"Can we go please? I just...I wanna be away from here." Bakugou chokes out.

The heroes nod.

It's been ten years since they were rescued from Deku's base, and things are better now. The memories have faded, though they all still have nightmares. Shouto, Katsuki, Eijirou, and Denki meet often to talk, bonded over the hell they'd shared.

Katsuki and Eijirou were married five years after the rescue. They'd finished remedial school, and they're heroes of their own right now. Shouto had reconciled with his mother and siblings, and Denki, Denki had become an underground hero working with Eraserhead.

They're happy. They're free.

And sometimes they visit Deku's grave, just to spit on it.