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WARNINGS: There is rape in this chapter. Do. Not. Read. If. It. Will. Trigger. You. PLEASE.

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What Heroes Would Choose

Chapter 3

"What the fuck…"

Bakugo's eyes seemed to mimic that sentiment, their red rims widening beyond normal limits. They wouldn't possibly do that… They couldn't…

"Don't forget what happens if you defy me! I have lots of followers who'd love to get their hands on that little pest. I'm sure they'd be happy to ravage him if you won't."

It was now Todoroki's turn to break down, and he did it with actual vomit this time. Bile spewed from his lips, landing sloppily on the floor as he ripped his body sideways to avoid the teen in his lap. He shook like an earthquake all the way through him. Bakugo lifted Midoriya's still limp frame and held him close, watching as the dual user twisted to his knees and wretched again.

He had no words, no gestures to ease the boys suffering. Hell, he needed those for himself and there was nothing. They couldn't do it but they had to or so many other people would. Shigaraki's crazed voice rang in their earpieces again, instructing them to put on some special masks that would distort their moans and to carry Izuku to one of the various doors that lined the walls.

"Tod-Todoro-ki… Ge-get the f-fuck u-up…" Bakugo stuttered, his legs feeling like jelly as he moved to stand and carry Deku away. He held Midoriya even closer, rubbing his nose into the teen's neck when he heard another faint, recognizable whimper. They had to save him. "SHOTO!"

Hearing the explosive hero use his first name seemed to snap Todoroki out of his panic attack, but only for a moment before the heaving started again. He shook his head vigorously, his body unwilling to move in any other way.

"FUCK. I can't do this without you, okay? Get your ass up and help me save Deku, damn it!" Katsuki shouted, kicking over the still full bin if water with every ounce of strength his leg. That seemed to do more, and Todoroki jerked up, still panting, but back in reality.

"S-save... De-Deku..." he muttered, almost incoherently.

Bakugo nodded, trying to be strong for the three of them. "We have to do this, Shoto. Pull yourself together. Fuck."

Todoroki gulped down more bile but helped lift Midoriya up. All three of them looked deathly pale in the dim, white lights of the door they'd gone through. There was a queen-sized bed in the center of the room they'd been instructed to go to, though there was nothing but the mattress on it.

"Go get the masks the sadistic fuck told us about and then help me wake him up," Bakugo instructed, his voice still quivering but more firm.

"Smelling salts are in the drawer on the left wall! You go first, Todoroki." Shigaraki chimed, his pitch too happy to even be considered insane. He was something far worse.

Midoriya woke in a jolt, practically screaming already with how much pain he was still in. His eyes looked around frantically, but he started to cry when he found his vision hadn't returned. Blindly, he started wiggling, realizing that he didn't have any restraints on him this time.

Almost as soon as he sat up, however, strong arms were around his shoulders, and he could feel bare skin against his own. Before he could even process struggling, more hands were on him, pulling his very ruined sweatpants and boxers off in one swoop.

This action made him freeze. "W-what?" he gasped. It only took a few more seconds before his face drained of all its blood and he started twisting and jerking against his 'captors' arms, not caring how his bones creaked, or skin tore at the effort.

The real panic started when the hands grabbed his ankles and jerked, forcing him onto his back before relocating to his hips and dragging him closer. "NO!" he shouted, alternating between pulling at the vice grip on his waist and the restrictive hands on his shoulders.

Midoriya didn't close his eyes this time, they were wide with fear. Initially, he'd thought that if he didn't beg or plead with his tormentors, and if they couldn't see how terrified and beaten down he was that they'd lose interest. But this time he didn't care, he wasn't so naïve that he didn't know what was about to happen.

"Please don't!" he begged, fresh tears slipping from his eyes. As soon as the words left his lips, teeth were biting into the softness of his neck, causing him to yelp and jerk on the unforgiving grip. The sharp pain moved downward next, marking his collarbone and chest before lapping at the spots.

Todoroki looked up from where he hovered over Midoriya, begging Bakugo to give him some form of encouragement. He only received a tearful nod in return. But even that was enough, and he let his hands slip down the expanses of Midoriya's trembling thighs before spreading them.

He squeezed in between the legs fairly easily, despite how Deku tried to push them back together; His protests were becoming weaker as fatigue took its toll. Breathing out, Todoroki slipped the mask onto his face. It only covered his mouth and nose, making it impossible for him to try and close his eyes to block everything out during the act. Shigaraki would see him and get mad.

Bakugo did the same and shifted, this time holding Midoriya's wrists to the mattress while Todoroki sat back on his heels and attempted to get himself ready to enter the sobbing boy. It, unfortunately, made it much easier to see the terror and panic overflowing from Midoriya's swollen, tear-filled eyes. Katsuki heard a distorted, yet obviously pleasure-filled hiss from Todoroki and then watched as Deku's back arched upward violently off the already blood-stained bed, his mouth parting with a gasped 'Ah'.

Shoto gave another tentative jerk of his hips, sinking himself in another inch or so, and despite how Midoriya continued whimpering, tensing, and tugging against Bakugo's hands, he felt his face flush and eyes almost roll backward. He'd ashamedly imagined what it might feel like to be inside Izuku plenty of times, and though this was the absolute last way he'd wanted to be intimate with the teen, he couldn't deny that it felt more amazing than should be natural.

Only the head and maybe an inch of his dick was inside and the warm velvety cavern was squirming around him, almost sucking him deeper in the most inviting way. He pushed forward again, this time not stopping until he was fully seated, barely registering that Midoriya had begun shouting.

"PULL IT OUT! STOP, IT HURTS! PLEASE!"

But Todoroki only executed the first request, retracting his hips slowly before snapping them forward again, moaning loudly at the wonderous friction.

"Lean over him. I want the brat to hear you right in his ear. You can let go of him now, Bakugo."

In a haze, Todoroki complied, bracing himself on his elbows as his larger upper body covered Midoriya's. Within seconds he was moving again, thrusting back and forth roughly just like he'd been instructed to do—not that it would have been much different otherwise. He was so completely wrecked from the horrors of that day and the intense relief that his forced lover was giving him that he became almost animalistic in his movements, detaching from everything but the euphoria.

He could feel Bakugo's weight shifting off the bed, but didn't look up, his head stuck in Midoriya's wild hair as he huskily panted in ecstasy.

"AH! AH! Slow- AH! Plea- AH" Midoriya sobbed, his small, scar-covered hands moving to grip into the muscles of his attacker's shoulder blades desperately. Each jolt of the man's hips was solid, rough, and knocked the wind out of his wheezing lungs.

Todoroki's fingers slid all over the skin they could find, pulling on his hair and holding him tightly. He shuddered and groaned, driving harder, loving the way his balls slapped against Midoriya when he was fully inside of him. The boy was still giving a weak protest, but it mostly consisted of crying into his neck and squeezing around his torso when a thrust was particularly painful.

All at once, however, one of those trembling hands flew down to the dual user's lower back and clawed. Midoriya gasped and tensed, a strangled whine coming from his bruised lips as he curled up into Shoto. The sound and action made Todoroki slow considerably and lift his head to see what had happened. It almost sounded like pleasure—Surely that wasn't correct.

He raised his eyes to find Bakugo who was in a chair next to the bed, face flushed in shame and arousal since he was forced to watch them in the act. He looked equally as confused, however, his brows furrowed together.

"Oh, good job, Endeavors son! Looks like you found his sweet spot… Go ahead and hit it again. I guess Izuku deserves to feel good after how ruthlessly you beat and cut him earlier."

Todoroki looked down at Midoriya. Even with all of his injuries and fear, there was still embarrassment and shame on his face. He was panting and shaking terribly, head tossed to the side in humiliation. Shoto wanted to pull out and stop hurting him, his lust-fueled haze losing its weak hold.

"Make him like your cock. I want to hear him scream." Bakugo growled, his voice distorted by the mask. Todoroki whipped his head away from Midoriya to see what in the hell had come over the blonde, but was only met with tightly shut eyes, tears flowing freely. Shoto could see Katsuki holding onto his own wrist so tightly it looked like he might crush it.

The dual user swallowed his refusal and began thrusting again, though gently this time, aiming his hips in the same direction that he'd hit the teens prostate to find it once more. Midoriya in turn groaned and tossed his head back and forth, tightening his arms around Todoroki's strong torso.

"P-please…n-n-not like t-this…"

Shoto ignored his begging and instead focused on the not so subtle way his whimpers began turning into whines, picking up his pace when he was certain of the angle. Izuku grew hard between them, breathy gasps leaking out along with the start of his precum.

Midoriya's legs inched up as pleasure outweighed pain, encompassing Todoroki's hips until they squeezed tightly. "Ah! Nnnmg! Ah… AH… AHH…AHHHA AHA HAAA!" he moaned loudly, his whole body tightening until it was ready to snap, head thrown back into the mattress as he orgasmed.

Todoroki soon followed, pounding into the searing hot cavern as it clasped around him, milking him of every drop. He gave a few more shallow thrusts before pretty well collapsing down, utterly spent and forgetful of how injured his forced lover was.

"Your turn Bakugo! I bet you are rearing to go after that sight. But first, let him taste you."

Shoto dragged himself to his hands and knees, still trembling from cumming. He made the mistake of looking down and seeing how broken Izuku looked; the mess of blood and semen he'd left between his now completely limp legs.

A tan hand caught his attention and he took it, using it to steady himself as they switched places. Bakugo smelled strongly of his quirks smoke despite not being able to ignite the nitroglycerin, his clammy palm making Todoroki's slick with the explosive fluid. If Midoriya's nose hadn't been broken, he probably would have known who was with him. Would that have been worse?

Bakugo pulled down his pants and boxers once he was sure Shoto wouldn't just pass out on the way to the observing chair, his cock bouncing out already hard. He hated himself for finding the gruesome sight arousing but hearing Deku moaning had turned him on despite that.

He grabbed Midoriya's hair and pulled him to the floor, holding him steady until he'd gotten to his knees. It broke his heart that Izuku wasn't even fighting back at this point; the teen was simply sobbing as best he could with broken ribs and holding himself in a shaking hug.

Katsuki gulped before taking hold of Deku's cracked jaw, prying it open with ease. He kept his hand there, not completely trusting that Izuku wouldn't bite his cock off, but if it somehow happened, he knew he'd deserve it. "Stick your tongue out." He ordered.

His red eyes flickered to Todoroki when Midoriya obeyed with only a slight hesitation, pleading for the same desperate encouragement that he'd given him earlier. This wasn't right. Deku didn't break—he never gave up. And from the shock filled panic in Shoto's eyes, he was thinking the same thing.

"You're taking too long. Do you want me to come and show you how it's done? Or perhaps a Nomu… they're notoriously rough and unyielding with commands. I bet the little brat would suffocate before he even tasted cum…"

Bakugo plunged in, using his other hand to hold the back of Midoriya's head so that he couldn't pull away, which is exactly what he tried to do as he choked on the large organ. His broken fingers flew up to Katsuki's thighs, digging into the tan flesh with blunted nails. With what strength he had left he attempted to push himself back, clawing desperately when it didn't work.

But Bakugo hardly noticed. His head was tilted back in ecstasy, soaking in the way Izuku's throat spasmed around his cock, saliva already dripping down his chin. He pulled all the way out and let Izuku gag once before thrusting back inside the gasping cavern, commanding him to suck as he pounded past the swollen lips.

Wet slaps and gurgled whines filled the room, mixing with Bakugo's less than suppressed groans. He loved the way Izuku felt around his throbbing dick, and it killed him inside. But he wouldn't stop; not until his precious friend was safe. He only pulled out occasionally to let the teen frantically heave in just enough air to stay conscious.

"Fuck him hard. When you're at your limit I want him swallowing your seed. Hehe! Dabi wants to see him cum while on top of you, so, give us a good show and make sure he gets off again."

"Haven't you seen enough you sick fucks?" Bakugo thought angrily, but did as he was told. He pulled Izuku's mouth off of him and sat down on the bed, dragging the coughing and sputtering teen up to his lap. He could feel Deku tense again as he was forced to straddle him, but not resist. It wasn't right.

Bakugo laid back, using his hands to cup Izuku's plump ass and squeeze it before repositioning them on his hips. With a quick jerk, he slammed Midoriya down, impaling him on his waiting cock.

"AHAHA! IT HURTS!" Deku shrieked, body dropping forward in pain. His hands flew to Bakugo's chest for something —anything— to steady and ground himself against. But before he could even readjust to being so forcefully split open again, his attacker's hips rammed up, sending him careening forward.

Katsuki felt his heart skip a beat when Izuku's arms gave out and he crashed down onto his chest, those crooked, scar covered fingers making their way to his shoulders as the teen tried to push himself back up.

But Bakugo wouldn't allow him to. He kept one hand on Midoriya's lower waist, crossing the other over his still open-wound covered back and wrapping his own fingers around the nape of Midoriya's neck. Bakugo was easily able to press Izuku's upper body back down until it was flush against him while still holding the boy's hips up for him to pound into.

He did his best to block out the broken wails and sputtered gasps that flew from Midoriya's open mouth, telling himself that if he focused on the pleasure instead of the self-disgust that filled his stomach he could finish sooner, and maybe end this nightmare.

"HA Nnnggg…" Midoriya groaned, shuddering and tightening his grip on Katsuki. His face fell into the crook of the blonde's neck as another zap of pleasure shot up his spine. He shook his head, whispering 'no' over and over again when he felt the person holding him pause just as the last one had after he'd hit his prostate.

The blonde sat up and took Izuku with him. He shifted one of his arms to the teen's lower back so that he wouldn't fall and scooted forward to be closer to the edge of the bed. "Hold on to me," he ordered once his feet were firmly planted on the floor, only giving Midoriya a moment to obey before he bounced his legs and wrenched Izuku up and down with his hands, doubling the impact aimed at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Katsuki solely focused on the sound of Midoriya moaning and the feeling of his soon solidly erect cock rubbing against his toned stomach. If he wasn't wearing the mask at that point, he knew he'd likely have latched his lips onto the boy's throat. It was stretched just before his face as Midoriya's head tilted back some, his fractured, damaged arms clasped around his tan neck just tightly enough for him to pretend that they weren't being forced to do this.

Midoriya's face was flushed with arousal and shame, eyes clenched together while he tried to bite his lip to keep his traitorous mewls to himself. Katsuki was able to get so deep inside the boy's tight heat with this angle he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to last. He stuffed a hand between them, grasping Izuku's weeping cock so that he could thumb the tip. Deku almost squealed from the overstimulation and began jerking his hips, sinking lower onto Bakugo as he rut and ground himself into another orgasm.

The blonde watched in awe as Midoriya choked on another guttural moan, a stream of cum spewing in between them. It was more than his pleasure and shame-filled mind could handle. He quickly stood up, dropping Izuku back to his knees and reopening his mouth.

"Mmmg fuck!" he hissed, semen spilling violently into Midoriya's forcefully opened lips. Bakugo shuddered and snapped the boy's mouth shut again, holding it tightly until the white liquid was gulped down. He used his thumb to wipe the little that had missed from the teens chin, shoving the digit past his teeth even as he sobbed.

Izuku crumpled to the floor once the blonde let him go and hid his face, curling tightly into a ball to cover himself. He cried weakly, not having any fight let in him.

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