"Fuck, two cocks in you and you're still tight as shit. Didn't I tell you this would be worth it?"
Deku bit his lip as the blonde man beneath him rocked up into his stretched hole, rubbing against the other cock as they battled back and forth for further entrance inside him. The stump of his right leg swayed with each thrust, barely healed and aching from the jarring movement.
The man with long black hair on top of him grinned as he slid his left hand along his right thigh, fondling the shortened leg and enjoying the pained expression that crossed Deku's face in response. The sparkle that used to illuminate the emerald of his eyes was long gone, with only vacant stares and tears residing there now.
"Glad you told me about this place, didn't know you could buy a gimp like this. Missing limbs get me off just as much as a slut with a greedy hole. Look at you taking both of us, you must be loving this, Deku."
Far from enjoying it, Deku hadn't been given much choice after what happened at Ultra. To avoid further problems for his friends there, he quietly left and used some previous connections to find work at what had come to be known as a specialty house. A brothel that catered to very specific kinks and desires, few of them legal. There were a surprising number of clients with amputation fetishes, which left Deku with little time to rest and recover.
"Gonna finish inside his ass, you close too?" The blonde fucked up into him, his breathing and moans telling of how near he was to his orgasm.
"Yeah but I'm not getting your fucking jizz all over me," the other man said as he pulled out of Deku's ass and moved up on the bed, leveling his cock in front of Deku's face. "Gonna let this little cockslut suck it down and get filled from both ends." Pressing himself against his mouth, Deku started to allow him entrance when the door to his room slammed open.
"What the fuck is this, we paid for our time!" The blonde yelled as he threw Deku off of his cock and to the side.
"Time's up, you sick fucks. Stuff those little cocks away and get out. Now." Touya said as he stood at the doorway, soon joined by his younger brother. Both gave off an intimidating aura that neither client felt capable of challenging. Gathering their clothes in their hands, they quickly left the room.
Still surprised by the interruption, it took Deku staring at the two to realize what had just happened. Touya's left arm was in a sling, his hair no longer the red he remembered but a deep shade of black. Todoroki made the first move, stepping cautiously towards the bed.
"Izuku, we want to make up for everything that's happened to you."
Tears that had started to flow while he was being fucked by two guys at once were now being shed over this unexpected but painful reunion. Shaking his head, tears scattered over his scarred cheeks as Deku scrambled off the bed, reaching for the old and dirty crutch leaning against the wall.
"No! I can't do this right now. Please just leave me alone!" He'd been spending more time on his back than on the crutch and hadn't gotten used to walking properly with it. In his rush to get away from the brothers, Deku's crutch slid out from under his weight and sent him crashing to the ground.
Todoroki rushed to his side, gently sitting him upright before cradling him against his chest. "Please, don't cry, shhh, don't cry…"
Too weak from physical exhaustion to attempt to fight anymore, Deku passed out in Todoroki's arms. Even as he slept, Deku lacked the peaceful expression that Todoroki had grown used to seeing during their better days, before his father had interfered in their lives.
Light peered into the unfamiliar room as Deku woke from the most restful sleep he'd had in weeks. He raised his hand in an attempt to shield himself from the brightness, noticing that the filth that had built up on his skin had been cleaned off. With little time to properly cleanse himself between his constant flow of clients, Deku felt almost regretful that he hadn't been conscious to enjoy the feel of a good bath.
Sitting up, he looked around the room, finding nothing he recognized. The last memory he recalled had been seeing both Todorokis appear at the specialty house. This was definitely not that run-down and dirty building. Looking to his right, he found not his used and nearly broken crutch leaning against the wall by the bed, but a new version. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he started reaching for it when the door creaked open. Finally a familiar sight, Deku saw the split of red and white hair appear in the doorway. His first instinct was to smile, but then his mind flashed to the night his dreams and leg were taken from him, killing any desire to grin at the young man that had walked in.
"Hey, you're awake. You've been out for well over a day, I hope you slept well. We got you cleaned up and dressed more comfortably while you were asleep." Noticing that Deku had averted his eyes, focusing on the metallic silver crutch by his bedside, Todoroki changed the subject. "Your other crutch broke when you fell the other day, so we found you one to replace it. We tried to get the height to match, but it's simple to adjust if you need to-"
"Why are you doing all this? Why bother for someone like me? You saw where I ended up, in that filthy place letting perverts get off to my missing limb and taking on two guys at once. If your family was looking to break me, then you can inform them that they succeeded. I'm the dirty whore your father always expected me to be."
Taking in a deep breath and easing it out, Todoroki took a seat at the far edge of the bed. "When I saw you there, the only thing that went through my mind was how relieved I was to have found you after so long. You're precious to me, Izuku, and when I first heard that you had disappeared I swore to myself that if I ever found you again, that I'd stay by your side. I understand that you've been through terrible things that I can't even imagine, and it's my fault. I wouldn't blame you in the least if you don't want anything to do with me anymore. But I refuse to break that promise I made to myself. Even if it isn't directly at your side, I'll support you with everything I have."
A knock at the door interrupted the reply Deku had started to form. Touya walked in, arm still hung in the sling. He glanced at Deku briefly before darting his eyes over to Todoroki. "Hi, umm, they're ready now, Sho." He bowed slightly to Deku before leaving the room after Todoroki nodded his acknowledgment of the message.
"I'm surprised to see him again. Even as different as he looks with his hair dyed black, there's no mistaking those brilliant blue eyes. Did you know about the two of us, Todoroki?"
Shaking his head, Todoroki replied, "No, not until after everything had happened. Once my father told me about your relationship with Touya, I sought him out for his help. I never knew why he had left our house, but when we reunited, he told me everything. He said that his biggest regret was leaving you. Seeing your face injured filled him with so much guilt that all he could do was run."
"Is that so…" Deku stared at his hands, his thoughts going back to the last time he'd seen Touya, recognizing the look in his eyes now as guilt. The knowledge that his first love did have his own regrets over their lost love was only a small comfort.
"I understand how he felt, so I knew he was the best person to ask what to do next."
"And what's that? What's next after this?"
"That's what Touya just came in to tell me. Would you mind coming with me?" Standing up, he offered Deku his hand, and after a brief moment of hesitation, Deku took it. Todoroki steadied him on his feet, then handed him the crutch before leading him out of the room and into a small service elevator.
Coming to a stop at the basement level, the elevator doors opened to a short hallway with a set of double doors at the end. Todoroki opened one of the metal doors and stood just inside the doorway to give Deku room to pass through. Several spotlights surrounded the middle of the open room, focused on a large inclined bed with someone laying on it. Several guards were stationed through the room, with Touya standing at the foot of the bed, watching whoever occupied it.
Closer now, Deku saw red hair matted against the large man's head. His arms and torso were bound with leather restraints, although the man didn't seem to have the will to attempt escape anymore. Not that it would have been easy since not one but both legs were missing at the knee. Tourniquets dug tightly into his thighs to prevent premature death from bleeding out.
"Izuku, this is Enji Todoroki, our father." Todoroki spat out the last word as if it were venom coating his tongue.
Weak with blood loss, Enji looked over to Deku, his heavily lidded eyes showed no sign of remorse or regret. "Is this whore really the last thing I'll see before you kill me, Shoto?"
"Izuku will be the last person you see as he takes your life," Todoroki replied, looking now to Deku. "We've all suffered at this bastard's hands, but none more than you, Izuku. For everything he did to cause you pain and suffering, you should have the honor of ending his life." Stepping aside, Todoroki revealed a side table beside the bed that had numerous knives, scalpels, clamps, and other tools that were unmistakably intended to kill neatly laid out on a stainless steel tray.
Deku hopped back, tears filling his eyes as he took the entire scene in with horror washing over his pale face. "W-Why would you think I'd want to do this?! Will killing him reverse any of his crimes? Is it going to give me back my leg? My dream? No, it won't!"
"Izuku…" Todoroki began, only to have Deku raise his palm up to stop his reply.
"You of all people, Shoto… I'm just so disappointed that you would think me capable of this, that I would be satisfied by this cruel game of 'eye for an eye.' That you'd be willing to bring me down to Enji's level of evil. My hands are already covered in filth, but you'd want them soaked in blood as well!" Deku turned his back to the Todorokis, more cautious with his pacing this time as he balanced himself on his crutch and left the room, passing Kirishima who had just walked through the door.
Watching Deku leave in tears, Kirishima quickly joined the group. "Bro, what's going on? Did he kill the bastard yet?"
"He couldn't do it," Todoroki said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were wrong… No, I was wrong for believing he'd want this." Touya placed a hand on his younger brother's shoulder, the warmth did nothing to comfort either of them. Their burning hatred and desire to see their father suffer fizzled out with Deku's scalding words.
"I think we're done here, Kirishima. Thank you for your courtesy and patience. You can take over from here." Todoroki and Touya nodded to the redhead, who gestured to the suited men closest to Enji.
"Okay guys, take him apart. Slowly."
Acknowledging their boss' command, the guards each retrieved a weapon from the tray. A long, thin scalpel for one and a bolt cutter for the other. They approached Enji's bed as the three young men made their way to the door. Placing Enji's thumb between the blades of the cutter, the guard started to squeeze the tool shut.
The crunch of metal sinking through bone echoed in the room, immediately followed by their father's screams. Despite how Deku's reaction had changed his mood, Todoroki couldn't help the deep sense of satisfaction he felt hearing the wailing of his father. Glancing over to Touya, he recognized the same smirking expression he wore. They dwelled at the door just a little longer before leaving their father to his well-earned fate.