~Six months ago~

Dabi laid on the couch with a lit cigarette between two fingers. He stared blankly at the horror movie that played on the TV while Tomura slept in the crook of his arm, cuddled close to him. Tomura had just gotten a special set of gloves that helped to keep his quirk in check, and they'd tested them out the fun way.

It was the first time they'd made love that Tomura had been able to touch Dabi without fear of causing him too much pain. Bitemarks and burns covered the two of them (Tomura's were from Dabi's quirk and Dabi's were from hot wax), and they both refused to put their clothing back on. After that excursion, they decided they'd spend the night at their secret hide away house and return to the League of Villains in the morning. Surely, Kurogiri could cover for them for one night.

They kept their love a secret from the others. Neither wanted to deal with the whining or accusations of playing favorites it would cause. Besides, this way was much more exciting. Almost getting caught was quite the thrill and their relationship thrived on it. Dabi was beginning to drift off to sleep when a loud scream echoed through the air outside their house. They were miles away from civilization, so the sound startled them both awake. Tomura hissed, irritated at being woken up so roughly, but Dabi got to his feet, pulling a robe over his naked body. Something slammed against their back door with a loud thump and he threw a blanket over Tomura before he went to investigate.

Dabi pulled the door open and a young girl fell at his feet. The girl was filthy and looked like she'd been living on the streets for years. Bruises spread over her body and her clothes were torn. By the time Dabi looked up to see what had caused her to scream, all he saw was her attacker's back as he retreated into the dark of the night. Dabi growled under his breath and grabbed the shotgun they kept over the door. With careful and practiced aim, he fired twice, ending the creep's miserable life without a second thought.

Tomura didn't even flinch when the shotgun was fired. "What was it?" he asked, keeping the blanket around himself; not that he cared if anyone saw him naked. It was just cold.

"Whatever it was… it's dead now." Dabi dragged the girl the rest of the way into the house and looked her over, feeling Tomura's angry glare on his back the whole time. "She can't be older than twelve. She looks so damn tiny… I don't think she's had a proper meal in quite a while," he says, wrapping two of his fingers around her tiny wrist. "Check this out."

Tomura peeked over the couch and saw what Dabi was hinting at. He stared at the girl's peculiar fingernails and nodded. "I think… maybe… we can use her."

~Present Day~

"You'll go first," Tomura told Katsuki. Dabi had already gone upstairs to wait, leaving Shoto alone in his room. Tomura wore his special gloves to keep his quirk in check. "I'm going to let you use the bathroom before I take you upstairs to eat. After you're done and chained back to that pillar, then Shoto will get his turn… If you don't behave, your boy will starve." The villain left no room for compromise, walking over to the pillar. Katsuki watched, morbidly fascinated with the process it took to release the chain from it's lock. Tomura had to bleed on the mechanism that held the chain before it released. Katsuki was free to move, but now he was dragging a twenty-five-pound chain behind him.

Tomura pointed to the door on Katsuki's right. "Bathroom. Then wait. If you try anything… well, I trust I don't have to tell you twice. I've always heard you were a smart boy."

Katsuki scoffed and shot Tomura a dirty look before he turned and walked toward the bathroom and taking it in. At least those monsters had included working toilets and a place to shower; though the stall was locked. He was sure that meant he'd need Tomura's permission.

This place made his skin crawl. He hated that he'd been grabbed for a second time. Worst of all, it was even easier than the first time, and the stupid sons of bitches got his Shoto too. He couldn't help beating himself up over it, though he tried to keep his mind clear enough to think of a way out of this mess.

Sitting on the toilet with the door closed gave Katsuki enough time to examine the device on his ankle. He grumbled as he studied it, though he couldn't even find how they'd put it on, let alone how it worked. It looked like a solid metal band, about four inches tall and an inch thick. It made it hard to walk, and obviously that would make it harder to run.

It was starting to look like they'd have to incapacitate their kidnappers if they hoped to get out. Katsuki cursed under his breath, flushed the toilet, washed his hands and went back out to Tomura, waiting for instructions with a defiant look in his eye.

Upstairs, Dabi sat at the table in the dining room of their secret house. He sighed heavily, growing bored of just sitting and waiting for his partner and that little blond brat. He reached over to a case that was leaning against the wall and pulled it closer, pulling his guitar from its case. He strummed a few chords to make sure it was in tune and began to pick a tune he'd been playing with for many years. While he played, their young accomplice came out to listen. She sat on the floor at his feet; her proper place, as they'd have her believe.

She'd already prepared food for them and their new little pets, and since her chores were done, she was free to do almost anything she wanted. She was given two simple rules. "Do not go outside, and when they get here, do not let the pets see you," they'd told her before she'd put on that waitress uniform. The girl sighed, knowing she'd only be able to sit and listen to Dabi play for a moment before she'd have to go hide in her room.

Dabi gave her a playful wink and shifted so his feet were on the table as he played, not noticing that he'd activated the intercom. His music echoed through the basement. Tomura smirked, putting a blindfold on Katsuki and tying his hands behind his back before pushing him along. However, Shoto felt a knot grow in the pit of his stomach. His suspicions had begun to fester in his mind when he looked Dabi in the eyes, but hearing the same familiar tune coming from the intercom was enough.

It was as if the melody was being forcefully pulled from his memories and it hurt. He'd been exploring his little cell as much as the chain would allow, but at that moment, he sunk to his knees next to the foot of the bed, tears burning his eyes and pushing their way out. No matter how much he tried to hold them back, nothing worked. "T-Toya…" He whispered softly. It was like a dam broke inside him. Saying his name out loud made it pointless to hold back his emotions. He curled up, hugged his knees to his chest and began to cry.

Everything made sense now. This was how Dabi had known his name when he took Katsuki. This was how Dabi had known what his father had done to him. He was there. He'd seen it. Shoto's heart ached like never before; he felt like he was bleeding inside.

The iron door leading upstairs shut behind Katsuki, so he couldn't hear how much pain his lover was in. He was roughly pushed up the stairs and nearly fell three times because of the heavy chain. Part of him was sure Tomura stepped on it just to watch him stumble. He growled under his breath and kept moving, repeating in his head to stay calm for Shoto's sake. The door at the top of the stairs opened and the young girl scampered off to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. Dabi put his guitar down and took his feet off the table, silencing the intercom. "Took ya long enough. I got bored."

"I noticed. You hit the button," Tomura smirked, shoving Katsuki down into his chair and wrapping the chain around the support beam that held the table up. "Everyone heard you play."

"Shitty Hair is better," Katsuki mumbled, sitting still in the chair, still blindfolded.

Tomura and Dabi ignored him, kissing each other before Dabi stood and pulled the blindfold off. Tomura sat a plate of food (spicy curry, rice and a red bean bun) in front of the boy and sat next to him, pulling one glove off. "Nothing funny," he says, putting his hand on the table as if it were a loaded gun, "am I clear?" Dabi untied his hands as Tomura spoke.

Katsuki nodded and ate slowly, starting with the curry and rice. His eyes went wide when the familiar taste hit his tongue. This tasted exactly like Shoto's cooking. "H-how did…" he muttered, spoon still in his mouth.

"Forget about it and eat. The longer it takes for you to finish, the longer he has to wait," Dabi told him, taking the seat on the other side of the boy. Flanked and chained, Katsuki growled under his breath and ate his food in silence. He pushed the empty plate away and kept the spoon in his mouth, planning to file the handle down and make a weapon later. Dabi pulled it forcefully from his mouth, even after he'd bit down on it, while Tomura put the blindfold back on. The villain pulled Katsuki's arms behind his back and bound him again before he lifted the young hero to his feet.

"Almost done… Just behave and nothing bad happens to your little lover," Tomura hissed from behind him, guiding the boy back down the stairs. His hands were released, and the blindfold was removed once he was secured to the pillar again. Tomura turned and made his way back up the stairs.

"H-hey! Wait! What about Shoto?! You promised you'd feed him!" Katsuki yelled, straining against the chain to try and follow Tomura.

The heavy iron door slid shut just after Tomura answered, calling back over his shoulder. "That's not my problem, kid. He's Dabi's pet… not mine."