Disclaimer: This chapter contains elements of Non-Con.

Chapter 3:

As he bolted into the nighttime glow of Tokyo, Izuku failed to notice the ash blond teenager watching him sprint down the street from the wide doorframe of the ramen shop.

Where the fuck is this kid going now?

Luckily, the club was only about a one-minute run from the Bakugou ramen house. Sprinting around to the rear entrance, Izuku practically tripped on his own bare feet as he scrambled to open the dressing room in the dim lighting. His boss was already inside.

"Izuku, you brat, you just got here?! You have 5 minutes to be backstage!"

Izuku did all that he could to apologize, which was basically bowing repeatedly as he scrambled for an outfit he hadn't worn very recently.

"…You showered."

Izuku nodded as he fiddled with the straps and pulled on the complicated outfit.

"I guess that's probably for the best but…" His boss looked him up and down. "Smudge your makeup a bit today. Some of your patrons liked you for your dirty, messed up aura."

Fully 'dressed,' Izuku nodded obediently and yanked open the drawer to the chipping vanity. He expertly did a winged cat-eye, smudging the edges with black eyeshadow, and dragging the dark powder beneath his eyes more than usual. He moved on to give himself a dark, messy contour on his already sharp cheekbones and jawline, making sure not to cover up his freckles. Finishing the look with some deep crimson lipstick, he dragged his finger across his lips and chin, smearing the red to make it look somewhat like he had a cut lip. After a shower, his green hair was more vibrant, and his skin altogether appeared to be glowing. He tied his whole look together with 5-inch heeled thigh-length boots.

If Izuku looked like an angel before, he was the devil's ex-boyfriend now.

He stumbled out of his dressing room in an effort to get to the stage as quickly as possible. Just as he got to the bottom of the staircase, he heard his boss make the all too familiar announcement. "And, the one I'm sure most of you came out here to see…Bunny!"

A Spanish voice rumbled out the club's speakers as "X" by Nicky Jam began to play (A/N: actually play the song). Izuku knew this routine well. Quickly getting into character, he slowly sauntered onto stage, hooded eyes low as horny men and women alike began cheering and catcalling him. Pausing occasionally to strike an indecent pose — slide his hands down his completely exposed abs, or run his fingers through his hair — Izuku took his time getting to the pole at the end of the stage. People hollered at him from every direction as Izuku closed his long longs, leaning against the pole and grabbing it behind him with both hands high above his head.

At the beat drop, he slowly rolled his hips to the rhythm as he slid his back down the pole to sit on his heels. Coming back up, Izuku bit his lip seductively as he slid around the pole as if it were an extension of his own body. The crowd screamed. Sparing a quick glance to the side, Izuku spotted his boss backstage, jutting his neck out and baring his teeth in an attempt to remind Izuku to smile.

After twirling sensually around the pole several times, snatching a few bills out of outstretched hands and sliding them into his boots, Izuku heard the first verse of the song cue the start of his routine. He opened his toned legs and lowered himself to the ground again, on his hands and knees. Reaching his hands out far, he stretched his lean torso like a cat. Deciding to listen to his boss's order, he bit his lip before curling his lips into one of his famous, borderline-deadly smirks. The crowd went berserk. He rolled his hips a few times, smirking as he picked a few lucky, rich-looking people within the audience to stare at.

Sitting back on his heels, Izuku opened his legs and tangled his fingers in his hair, tilting his head back to expose the defined lies of his neck and jaw. His hips never stopped moving. Sweat eventually glistened on his skin, causing him to shine in the bright lights, and making some locks of dark hair stick to his forehead.

Basically, he was the embodiment of pure sex.

Making sure to show off his ass as he stood, he used the lean muscles in his arms that he had developed over years of pole dancing to host himself high up. This was always his favorite part of the routine. Clinging high up on the pole, Izuku could see everyone in the club. He felt like a free bird, flying high in the trees and seeing the world from a perspective unique from everyone else's. Just before expertly twisting and spinning down the pole, Izuku swept his eyes over top of the fake, mindless, cheering adults beneath him.

Izuku was on cloud nine…until the thought he spotted a mop of spiky, ash blond hair within the crowd. His blood froze.

That can't be…

Like a true expert he quickly regaining his composure and nailed his descent.

Was that…?

He smirked again as he continued to strut in circles around the pole.

No…

He shot a wink to a well-dressed, middle-aged man on his right side. Dragging his hands down his inner thighs, he bit his lip and tilted his head provocatively.

As the ending beat of the music began to play, Izuku rose and collected the remainder of the waving bills, and walked expertly to the back of the stage, blowing a kiss to the raging crowd and waving cheekily. Passing his boss on his way down, he got a reassuring pat on the shoulder, one of the few forms of praise the dancers received. "How was he? Good?" Screams. "Ladies and gents, give it up for Bunny!" Louder screams.

His boss's voice grew fainter and fainter as Izuku returned to his dressing room. After a 30 minute break, the dancers were all going out into the crowd for the entertainment session. Strip teases, lap dances, drinking, random requests. Then, private sessions for those willing to pay a heavy buck.

Chest still heaving from his strenuous routine, Izuku leaned against the wall of his dressing room and slid to the ground, trying to catch his breath. All he could see were a pair of shaded red eyes, hidden behind a veil of blond bangs.

Is Katsuki really here? Did I wake him up when I ran out of the shop?

Shaking away his thoughts as he usually did, Izuku forced the anxiety from his eyes, and assumed his usual emotionless gaze. This is unlike me. I'm alone in this world, and I always will be. It's better if Katsuki finds out. At least then he won't want to have anything to do with me.

Izuku unzipped his leather boots, shaking out his earnings so far — $32. Half of them would go to his boss, but the rest went into his savings collection. Somehow, the teenage boy had trusted his boss when he offered him a safe in his office where his money would be secure. Only Izuku knew the code, and his boss let him get money any time the club was open; not that he ever did. All of it was collected by his father every month, and Izuku had a hefty quota to meet. Last time he failed to satisfy his father, well…that was not an experience anyone would want to relive.

Either way, being homeless was rather convenient for someone in his line of work.

Izuku could barely see his smudged reflection in the cheap, dirty vanity. He looked at himself with empty eyes. The look he had on today — sharp cheekbones and jaw, with a dark eye and lip — was sure to bring him a lot of clients.

A heavy sigh shook his chest as he applied some more make-up and rolled his neck. The events of today definitely surprised him. Seeing someone, let alone a kid his own age, stick up for him and protect him…it was completely foreign to Izuku. Nobody in his entire life had cared about anything he did, so long as he obeyed their orders and did what they wanted. On top of that, feeding him and offering him a place to shower and sleep; it was hard to process.

The client Katsuki had stopped was a frequent patron of Izuku's. He often came to the club to watch Izuku's shows, and then sought him in daylight hours for some stress-relief sex. While he did pay a hefty amount, which Izuku depended on, he always had the strangest demands. Like the time he wanted to prove to Izuku that he could draw out his voice, making him scream and beg if he fucked him hard enough. Though he stayed silent the whole time, Izuku had a limp for three days. It was a common trend amongst his clients to want to make Izuku speak or make some sort of noise. Something to do with inadequacy, or self-consiousness.

A knock at Izuku's door signaled his call to get back to work. He touched up his lipstick a bit more before raking his slender fingers through his hair. The green curls stuck up adorably in contrast to his sexy makeup and outfit, and while he didn't always appreciate the attention he got for his looks, Izuku was grateful for the business.

His leather boots crinkled uncomfortably as he zipped them up, and made his way to the other night workers. They were mostly girls, and while they weren't exactly close or friendly, Izuku appreciated their ability to look at him objectively; without judgement. They were better than the people who passed him on the street. There was a mutual understanding amongst them — they've all been forced to do things no one should ever have to do.

They entered the dark, crowded room full of testosterone and intoxication. The moment they entered, their demeanors changed. Frowns turned into silly, overly-dramatic smiles as the workers found their regular patrons. Those who seemed uncomfortable in their skimpy outfits strutted out with confidence, smirking at the richer-looking men. As usual, Izuku tried to spot the customers he knew were rough, and avoid them to the best of his ability in the cramped space.

The bass boomed loud enough to shake Izuku's stomach as he weaved his way through the crowd; strangers grabbing at his ass and whistling the whole time. It wasn't long before someone blocked his path, grabbing his shoulders and running his sweaty hands down his biceps. His voice sounded distant over the blaring music, even as he leaned down to speak into Izuku's ear. "You drink?"

Shit…already? Tonight's gonna be long… Izuku pulled out his heart-stopping smirk, taking the man's hand and walking with him to the bar. At the man's order, four tiny glasses slid across the wood to them, but Izuku knew better than to take one just yet. If only it were that easy.

The man's grin was overflowing with lust as he pointed at his crotch. Clients weren't allowed to do anything explicit in the entertainment period, but aside from that anything was allowed, so long as there was mutual consent.

Izuku slid off the bar stool and lowered to his knees before placing his hands on either of the man's knees. The clear liquid in the shot glass looked more and more like poison as the man brought it to Izuku's lips, and rather forcefully tilted the his chin up. Let's get this over with…

Tears welled up in Izuku's eyes as the burning liquid dripped down his throat, painfully slow. No matter how hard he tried, Izuku could not get the man to pour the drink faster. When the glass was empty, he immediately started gagging, doubling over as he tried to cough away the excruciating burn of alcohol all down his throat and tongue. Looking up at his client, Izuku noticed the older man's eyes grow dark with lust as he choked painfully.

"Yummy?" The man said lowly, caressing Izuku's face. Izuku shuddered before regaining his composure and looking up at the man, panting slightly with hooded eyes hidden behind his bangs.

Is he not going to drink…? Don't tell me…

The man chuckled as he lifted the second shot and brought it to Izuku's lips.

Goddammit.

Izuku felt nausea in his stomach, his body's attempt to stop the incoming pain. The man moaned softly as he forced Izuku to slowly drink the liquid, as if it were as easy as sipping a strawberry milkshake. Daggers stabbed the inside of his esophagus halfway through the "shot," making him gag and try to force the liquid out. At this, the man grabbed Izuku's cheeks with one hand, squeezing them on the glass as he made him swallow all of it. "Mmm" he hummed, captivated by Izuku's appeal to his sadism.

He picked up the third glass and lowered it down to the small greenette, who's bony fingers were clenching the man's pants for dear life as he coughed the burning sensation away. No…too fast… The man leaned down into Izuku's ear. "I love it when you choke for me, baby," he whispered, before shoving the third shot down Izuku's throat before he could get ahold of his surroundings.

In his surprise, and slight intoxication, Izuku was unable to swallow at first, causing the poison to sit in his mouth and slowly burn him for a few seconds. Covering his mouth with one hand in pain, he quickly swallowed all the liquid. Everything he saw was black as he lowered his head and placed a stabilizing hand on the ground, willing himself not to throw up. The bowl of ramen was a long time ago, and did nothing to dilute the alcohol given that he was literally starving before.

The world began spinning, a familiar warm sensation rushing through his arms as Izuku felt the man's hand gripping his hair. His mind was numb when he blankly stared at the last drink coming towards him. Tears welled in his eyes at the first sip, second sip, third sip…the man was feeding him so slowly, Izuku was glad he was already too drunk to feel the excruciating pain, or even understand what was going on. Most of the shot was done before the man's hand stopped suddenly, making the vodka slosh out of the glass and all over his pants. "What the–!?"

Trying to think through the spiraling colors and booming music in his ears, Izuku looked up lazily to see a kid in a black tank top and sweatpants grabbing the man's forearm. His expression was unreadable. Red eyes glared through blond lashes as the boy gripped the man so hard his veins bulged out.

"The fuck are you doing, brat? I paid for that drink!"

He said nothing.

"Let go of my fucking arm!"

Izuku saw the strong, pale arm begin to twist the older man's.

"Ow! What the fuck is your problem?!" He shouted as he forcefully ripped his arm from the boy's grip. The stood up. "This is why they're not supposed to let stupid brats into clubs." The man let out a sound of anger and frustration as he slammed the empty glass on the counter. "You ruined my fucking clothes too, you little shit. I'm out of here."

No…he hasn't paid me…

Izuku held onto the man weakly as he started to step away. "Fuck off, whore" he said as he pushed Izuku so hard he fell to the ground. "You just lost this club a valuable customer. I'm sure your boss will thank you for that." He shouted over his shoulder as he made his way to the exit, grabbing at his wet pants in frustration.

I did…all that…for nothing…

Izuku rolled over to get on all fours, and attempt to stand slowly. He managed to get one foot up before having to take a break, his world spinning all around him and music too loud for him to think straight. Consumed so quickly, with no tracers at all, on a relatively empty stomach amplified the affects of the alcohol to the extreme. Izuku could see everyone's shoes from his perspective on the ground. Mostly dress shoes and high heels…except a pair of familiar dark black boots right near him, whose owner seemed to be emanating an aura of demonic rage.

Why, am I on the ground?

Izuku found this question incredibly amusing as he watched everyone's dancing feet. He chuckled soundlessly, covering his mouth with his hand – a learned reflex to hide any sound he might make.

My client left without paying…heh. Fuck. I gotta do double the work now. For some reason, this thought made Izuku laugh uncontrollably, his shoulders shaking as he just rolled onto the ground; giving up all hope of standing. I gotta work…or dad's gonna kill me. He was laughing so hard his face turned red beneath his freckles. Izuku reached out and grasped one of the black boots near his head. Got a client~

The wrath dissipated from owner of the boot as he reached down and lifted Izuku's tiny body up by the armpits. Partly because he was unable to stand up straight, Izuku leaned into the boy, pushing him onto a bar stool. Izuku leaned his lips down to his ear, as if to whisper something, but no sound came out. Rather, he just breathed in small pants, leaning against the counter with one hand. Slowly, he trailed his other hand down the boy's clothed abs. The message was clear.

The beat of 'Ghost Voices' by Virtual Self shook the room as Katsuki grabbed the drunk's desperate hand, stopping it from expertly coaxing him and admittedly, making his mind go numb. "Izuku…" escaped his mouth with lust laced into urgency.

Izuku knew that any client who stopped or hindered his advances was a waste of time. But drunk and desperate to make up for the lost money, Izuku set his resolve on doing all that he can to make the most of this one. He lifted one leg up to straddle the blond, who's back was now pressed against the bar counter. While his right hand was still in Katsuki's grip, his left moved to trail down his cheek as he rolled his hips to the music.

Lap dance…this should cover the first two shots….

Izuku looked deep into the red eyes beneath him, bedroom eyes expertly seductive as he bit his lip. He brushed a slender thumb over Katsuki's lip, rolling his partially exposed hips.

Izuku smirked at the light blush that crept up Katsuki's neck. It must be my lucky day…clients don't usually come this cute…Slipping his hand out of Katsuki's, Izuku pushed his hair back and out of his eyes while sliding his other down his own lean stomach. His newly visible freckles and vibrant green eyes gave off an irresistible aura of innocence and cuteness, which mesmerizingly contrasted his actions. "Fuck…" Katsuki couldn't help the word from escaping his lips as his mind went numb, entranced by the beautiful boy on top of him.

His throat was dry as he used all his willpower to gather his mind and think rationally. The kid is drunk and desperately needs money….he doesn't even recognize me…we should return to the shop–

Katsuki's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he felt Izuku grab his hands and place them on his pale, toned legs, covered mostly by the thigh-high heels. Katsuki's animal instinct took over as he realized he was touching the sex demon who had stolen his breath the second he saw him rolling his hips on stage. Losing control over his own muscles, Katsuki's hands squeezed Izuku's legs, feeling him up slowly.

Lap dance plus touching…that covers the last two shots…

A small sense of victory filled Izuku's chest as he realized how fast he had earned back the money the other man owed him for drinking. Combined with his state of extreme intoxication, this happiness clouded Izuku's vision even further. Rolling his hips enthusiastically, reveling in the feel of the sexy blond's hands on his thighs, Izuku leaned down close to his client. Drunken eyes half-closed, the greenette lightly held Katsuki's chin with one hand as his other wrapped around the back of his neck.

"Deku…what're you–"

Katsuki's words were cut off as his mind went blank, feeling Izuku's lips press against his own.