"...eku... Oi..."

Izuku stirred slightly, the sound of clinking chains notting his eyebrows.

"Deku! Gah...fuck!"

That voice…

Izuku's eyes fluttered open groggily, trying (and failing) to focus on the shapes moving before them.

"God Damnit! Wake up!"

"K~Kacchan?" His voice was little more than a rasping whisper, his throat swollen, a deep purple bruise having formed during his stint of unconsciousness. He was on his side, hands cuffed behind his back then fastened to the via a familiar iron loop. Though the reality of his situation hadn't quite sunk in yet.

"No fucking shit…"

Izuku could hear the tension in his friend's voice. Was Kacchan angry with him? He couldn't concentrate… He raised his head, blinking blearily around the dimly lit space.

The room was spinning and his head was pounding so hard his stomach churned. With a groan he laid his head back down and shifted, aiming to cover his eyes with his arm but...it wouldn't move.

"Deku! Look at me goddamnit!"

Reality hit Izuku like a freight train, so hard and so suddenly that he retched where he lay, spilling bile and what was left of his dog food onto the concrete.

The room smelled of blood, sex, mold, and now, the contence of Izuku's stomach.

"No…please," Izuku sobbed. His voice was wrecked, almost unrecognizable.

"Deku…calm down." Katsuki urged, trying to shift his body into a more comfortable position but his efforts were in vain.

The rattle of chains met Izuku's ears and he jolted violently, every nerve on fire. Desperately he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The first thing he was able to lock his attention on was Katsuki's tan chest, his muscles rippling as he fought the restraints. He was drenched in sweat.

Deku's breath came in rapid gasps, chest heaving."This…this can't be happening…"

"OI! Deku!" Katsuki grunted, trying to blast free but his quirk wouldn't activate. "FUCK!" He screamed, viciously pulling at the shackles that had already cut into his skin.

Somehow, in spite of the looming tragedy, having Kacchan here was grounding. Izuku blinked a few more times, willing his surroundings and his mind into sharp focus.

Kacchan was where Izuku had spent the previous 29 days... hands chained above his head, suspended from the ceiling. Naked. Knees grinding into the concrete floor.

"I…I…Kacchan I'm so…"

"Don't you dare apologize, Deku." Katsuki took several deep, steadying breaths. Izuku's chest was still rising and falling in rapid pants. He could tell he was fighting off a panic attack. "This isn't your fault."

"But it is…oh god I…You don't…Kacchan you don't understand…" Izuku spoke through thick, wet sobs as he curled in on himself, his matted hair dangerously close to his pile of sick.

Deku had never been fearless, but to cower like this? Everything about him seemed broken. Even if Katsuki could look past the ridiculous mass of scars that had taken over his entire back or the cigarette burns, or the bruises, Deku's entire energy had changed.

The heroes had failed him, but it was only a matter of time now…

No, getting captured wasn't a part of the plan, but the hands of the clock were already in motion.

Katsuki let Izuku cry, not entirely sure how to help him. He wasn't good at this kinda thing. By the time the room grew quiet, his knees ached and the blood at his wrists was tacky.

"Hey...Deku...ya with me?"

There was another moment of silence then, "Yes, Kacchan." Izuku gave a shaky nod and raised his head, finally meeting Katsuki's eyes. There was a weight in Deku's expression that Katsuki didn't like. It was haunting, a silent, hopeless lament. The light that he had seen earlier was gone. There was a relatively fresh cigarette burn below the corner of Deku's right eye, another on the left side of his jaw.

"Why did you come…"

"The fuck you mean Deku...I came to…"

"Why did you come Alone…" his tone was almost accusatory, taking Katsuki by surprise.

At first, he couldn't seem to answer, his brows knotted in contemplation as though he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how. After a deep breath, Katsuki spoke. "Once I knew where you were, when I saw the picture…" Deku could hear the pain in Katsuki's voice. "Deku…I couldn't leave you here…"

"Yeah…now you're here too and…"

"Deku…"

Izuku sighed weakly. "Aizawa is going to kick your ass…"

They both chuckled, Izuku pointedly ignoring the odds of actually getting back to UA.

"Deku…" Katsuki's voice was quiet, earnest, "We aren't going to die here."
Somehow those words made Izuku feel worse. When he first got here, he'd said the same thing.

Izuku pondered quietly if hope was always such a good thing. It was one thing to endure what he had...but if Katsuki, his Kacchan, was tortured because of him...how could he live with that? An image flashed before his eyes, Bakugou Katsuki, strong and brave, replacing him on the front page of a newspaper, horror and pain ripe within his eyes. His Symbol of Victory destroyed. Mind you, it would probably take longer to break Katsuki, but still…

"What are you mumbling about nerd…"

"~Its...Its my fault...~ This is all my fault...~"

"Shut up Deku," he warned,sensing Deku's mind spiraling darkly, "..You didn't make me come here."

"Doesn't matter. You came here because of me…" His voice was scratchy and hollow, eyes downcast as the tears began to flow again.

"Damnit Deku... you're such a hypocrite…"
"But Kacchan.."

"No! If it had been me, you would have gone mad looking. Hell, you would have found me before it got to this! Don't give me your bullshit!" The blond paused, meeting Deku's gaze, "We are heroes Deku, risk comes with the job." Katsuki stated resolutely. There wasn't a trace of fear or regret in his strong voice.

The wicked, deranged laugh echoed through the hall growing louder and wilder by the moment. The sound drew a whimper from Deku's lips, the boy curling further in on himself. Katsuki growled through gritted teeth.

"What a load of shit..." Shigaraki sighed as he caught his breath, his mirth seeming to decay. The cell door swung open and slammed against the wall as he entered. "All you heroes are the same...seeking glory at the expense of the less fortunate. The survivor never gets the credit. No...that reward goes to the savior. Makes me sick…"

"Ya gonna keep monologuing or ya gonna tell us what you want," Katsuki snapped impatiently.

Izuku flinched, hoping Katsuki wouldn't regret his words.

"Huh, I just don't know," Shigaraki mused and propped his fist against his chin. "Perhaps we should ask -Zuku, yeah? He's got the routine memorized. Maybe we will switch it up...or we will just let you watch." The pet name made Izuku feel sick. Shigaraki's grin was manic, stretched too wide, lips cracking under the strain.

'No, no, no...not like this…'

He took a step toward Deku, never taking his eyes off Katsuki, gauging his responses.

"Please…nghh!" Deku cried out as Shigaraki's foot crushed down on Izuku's thigh, his heel grinding deep into the tissue as he grinned.

"Don't FUCKING touch him you sick son-of-a-bitch!" Katsuki screamed, renewing the pointless war against his shackles, pulling hard enough for the skin on his wrists to begin to peel away from muscle. Like cheese though a grater…

Shigaraki cackled, unphased though the gag that hung loosely around Deku's neck caught his eye. Fingers like spiders pulled the gag over Izuku's head roughly.

Izuku twitched his leg, attempting to trip Shigaraki before he could approach Katsuki. Irritated, he drew his leg back and kicked Deku squarely between the legs. The sound Izuku made etched itself into Katsuki's brain.

Silently (not silently) Katsuki vowed to kill this man. Shigaraki smirked as Bakugo continued his tirade.

He brandished the gag like a prize, a gift he intended to give to Katsuki. He proffered it to him as if asking if the blond wanted it. But Katsuki knew it wasn't a question.

"Thats right you bastard, shut me up...piece o…" Bakugo prodded, hoping to keep the attention away from Izuku. The blondie bit furiously at Shigaraki's hand as the bastard shoved the gag into his mouth, a feral gleam in his blazing, vermillion eyes. The gesture earned a fist to the nose. Bakugo heard the crack within his skull, blinking the stars from his vision. Blood poured from his nose, hot and thick.

"Change of plans…" Shigaraki seethed, shaking his hand, having punched Katsuki's nose a bit too hard. Izuku heard the keys, his mind beginning to race faster, the pain between his legs now a merciless cramping in his stomach.

For the first time in weeks, the shackles on his wrists were removed. Thick scars adorned his skin like bracelets. Deku would have savored the moment if Shigaraki hadn't grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him toward his friend. His skin smelled of sweat and smoke. It was the most amazing smell and he hated himself for savoring it the way that he did.

Shigaraki smashed Izuku's face against Katsuki's naked hips.

A furious blush blossomed on their faces in tandem.

"You know what to do -Zuku, let's show him what you've been practicing."

Deku tried to pull back, hand's braced against Katsuki's skin. "NO! I wo- I won't do this! Get off me!" He flung his hands back and scratched at where Shigaraki's fist was knotted in his hair. Bakugo's furious protests and cursing were trapped behind a broken nose and a gag as he thrashed, his body straining with a new kind of desperation.

Cold, rough fingers were pressed against Katsuki's chest, slow and deliberate. "The choice is easy, I should think," Shigaraki crooned, his excitement building. "His death...or his dick?"

Izuku tried to avoid the apology in Katsuki's wide, horrified eyes, but he saw it, clear as day.

If it was a choice between this or facing a world without Kacchan, the choice was easy. A sliver of his dwindling pride was a small price to pay. He took his friend's soft length into his mouth and sucked.

"Disgusting little fucker just jumped right in there…" Shigaraki stared, almost disappointed. The villain didn't remove his hand from Bakugo's chest, keeping his threat alive.

The process was…clinical at best.

Katsuki's hips bucked into Izuku's mouth involuntarily. His eyes were screwed shut...He didn't want this...then why was his body reacting...feeling Deku's tongue and lips explore him. His body was betraying him, turning instead to the soft heat of Izuku's mouth. The sound's he was making…

'SHIT no! I DON'T WANT THIS!' his mind screamed. His body however released an animalistic growl, thighs quivering.

Their captor waited a minute before taking Deku by the hair and pressed his head down until Katsuki bottomed out in his throat. His nose nestled into a small shock of blond. Shigaraki held him there as the boy's throat constricted, gagging, his airway blocked. His eyes were wide, terrified, tears welling up as he pushed against Katsuki's hips. Shigaraki took pleasure in moving Izuku's mouth up and down as he spluttered and gagged. He could catch his breath. Black, wobbling splotches bloomed at the edges of Izuku's vision. He stopped struggling.

Katsuki moaned, he was close, the spring within him coiling too tight.
"Enjoy your Reward...hero..." Shigaraki crooned sadistically then picked up the pace, fucking Katsuki with Izuku's face. The muscles in his legs twitched, his body both fighting against and begging for release. Katsuki came, body on fire, his cum dripped thickly down Izuku's throat.

When Izuku met Katsuki's eyes they were full of tears.