There was utter darkness and a pair of chilled hands around his neck. The vortex was a stagnant interdimensional plane, but Bakugou could sense that he was traveling. It took an instant and he was somewhere else, the campgrounds gone an abandon bar in its stead. After the confusion had past, he realized he had been captured. There was the sudden need for offense and he refocused his energy on breaking free from the villain at his throat. Seizing the arm that held him still, he dispersed a mist of nitroglycerin to detonate an explosion.

The force had Dabi stumbling back, clutching at his wrist. Gritting his teeth, Bakugou launched forward, knowing a counterattack would follow. The countenance on Dabi skewed, his brows furrowed, mouth turned upright. To him the gesture was an invitation to slaughter their prized pig. And with vengeance the man charged forward, his hands interlocking with the teen.

The two wrestled for dominance, but before Bakugou could activate his quirk twice had snuck up behind him. Click. It was the sound of a latch being locked into place, the man clamping an iron collar around his neck. Zitz. There was an electric jolt that shot through his muscles, momentarily debilitating him.

Dabi grimaced, "this wristlet," he began gesturing to the band around his wrist. "It matches that collar of yours?"

The man was working towards a show, but Bakugou wasn't one for spectacles. Tightening his fist he directed his secretion into his palms. Matched with that wicked smile, he activated his quirk. "Fuck off patches," he smirked discharging his power. A second of silence elapsed, but nothing happened. Those reds went wide, his face falling into an expression of despair.

The horrified expression had Dabi excited. "As I was explaining, this little gadget here allows me to borrow the quirk of the transmitting host."

That familiar scent of caramelized sweat wafted through the air and Bakugou froze over in horror. Dabi shifted his weight forward, looming over the child, digging his nails into his knuckles. The eruption seared at his flesh and Bakugou winced, the explosion propelling him into a wall.

The room was spinning and there was a ringing in his ears. After a shake of his head he looked down at his hands. The teen was desperate to activate his quirk, but nothing was happening. Repeatedly he flicked his wrist but there was no spark.

Toga leaned on the barstool, "he's really going at it," she giggled.

The next thought was to yank at the collar in an attempt to disconnect. Toga watched attentively, sadistically wondering if his head would come off with it. Tomura and Kurogiri were both a bit anxious not sure what to do.

Dabi ambled over to where the kid sat, slipping his fingers in between the collar. "I got it from here," he yanked forcing Bakugou to his feet. After waving adieu, Dabi led the detainee to the barred room in the back. Of course the man was purposely rough while handling the teen.

The plan was to rejoin the others after he tossed Bakugou into his new enclosure, but plans rarely ever workout as intended. As soon as his back was to the kid he was struck in the head. Before he experienced the ache, he felt along his skull locating the gash that was leaking red.

The sight of blood made him see red and he turned to face his assailant. "I was going to leave you as Tomura's problem but you had to go and test my patience's kid," he wrinkled the bridge of his nose and his teeth were grinding.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, "tt," and he was launching forward arm cocked back. Right before collision he propelled his fist forward, hoping to connect.

A quick shift of his weight and Dabi was evading. "So straight forward, not strategic at all. How do you plan on fairing against a villain with such obvious attacks?"

Bakugou was hissing, "I don't need a quirk to kick your ass," futility swinging and missing.

The next outstretched arm was meet with a counterattack. Dabi took advantage of the predictable movements and intercepted the punch, seizing the kid's arm. A swift yank and he was reeling him closer, twisting his hand around a cluster of blonde hair. Smack, he led him into a dunk slam thrashing his head into a side table.

There was a loud thwack, followed by a ringing in his ears. "I'll kill you, bastard!" Bakugou was squinting to see pass the blood trailing into his eye.

Still with a handful of hair, Dabi raised him up to meet his gaze. "Don't think you'll have the stamina to challenge anyone," he asserted kicking him in the gut, sending him crashing into the table.

The lamp toppled, shattering into a million pieces. It flickered on and off despite its glass casing being fragmented. Bakugou tried to stand, using the table as a crutch but he was too lightheaded to find his balance.

Approaching, Dabi lifted him by the hair. "You're nothing without that quirk of yours. A real hero would have the advantage, but you, a spoiled brat could never match me," he mocked before bending him over the counter.

Bakugou struggled against his weight, clawing at the stiches around his wrist. "Fuck off me," he began but froze over when the man rubbed against his backside. "Wh—what do you think you're doing patches?" there was a shift in his demeanor, the rage fizzling out, replaced with a sense of alarm.

Dabi leaned in against his back, "demonstrating real power," he breathed and Bakugou could tell he was smiling.

The kid was desperate to break free, but was weighed down. The panic ensued and he was struggling underneath the man, trying to fight off the advances. Bakugou thought, there was no way, what he thought was happening, about to happen, but Dabi was already pulling at his pants.

Shit—shit—shit it was happening all too fast and there was no time to react. Dabi was now sliding his free hand underneath Bakugou, securing his arm against his stomach in order to hold him in place. Pressing forward he rubbed his bare groin against the exposed cheeks.

Bakugou became frantic "what the fuck do—," he started but Dabi rammed "ahhh." The last of his words were slurred and he yelped to the erupting ache in his backside.

Dabi groaned "ngh." The untouched hole was tightly wrinkled and refused to budge on the first go.

This is not how Dabi imagined their encounter going, but he was an impatient man. Of course he had no plans to defile the kid, but after being such an irritant what else was there to do? It was either this or turn too murder. Murder would have been his first choice, but Tomura made it clear the kid was vital to their plans. Dabi had it in his head that the weird man shouldn't have minded if he sampled the merchandise a little.

Again Dabi bucked his pelvis, into the rectum he penetrated. Fuck that was it, the sphincter tore and he inched inwards, intending to cleave his way through.

"Guah—ahhh," Bakugou was gargled on his own blood. At this point he had lost all control of his being, his entire body trembling. The tips of his nails were retracting from his fingertips but he continued to shred them into the wood.

The hole tightened, attempting to expel the foreign object to no avail. The walls pulsed, the stimulation passing over the shaft, even while the man was static. After a spasm free minute he slammed in again.

"Ahhhhh," there were tears along those blonde lashes and Bakugou tried to hold back the urge to cry.

Dabi had the head buried inside. There was an immense size difference and he knew he had no business being in there. The kid's frame was so much smaller in comparison to his, but he was a wicked man and the sight was alluring.

Sliding out a bit, he registered the red fluid along his shaft. "You tore already?" Blood began to splatter against the floor, as he further withdrew his erection. The red was leaking down the kid's thigh and Dabi grunted shifting his weight. "I haven't even fully entered you."

The kid had his mouth agape, foaming through clenched teeth. Those hot tears were streaming down his cheeks and his eyes were bloodshot. Bakugou balled his hands into a fist, a fire surging through him. The kid was consumed with terror but tried his hardest to conceal it, biting at his lower lip. The man was readying himself and this made Bakugou brim with fear. "Duh—don't," he pleaded utterly helpless.

Yanking at the blonde hair Dabi craned his neck back. "I warned you, stop testing my patience," he said right before thrusting into him.

The man was merciless, unwilling to wait until the child could accommodate his size, forcing his way in with hard and cruel strokes.

As the villain heaved in and out of him Bakugou started to despair. It was hard to process what was transpiring and he couldn't get his feelings together. Fuck, he wanted to kick and scream, but he was held down by the sense of incompetence. Shit, this man was right, he was nothing without his quirk. It didn't matter how hard he trained his body, it would never be enough. There was no hope of him ever competing with strength based quirks, hell, he couldn't even fend off a deformed freak. The reality of his dire situation made him queasy and he felt nauseated.

The screeches became louder and Bakugou couldn't concentration on anything but the aching in his lower back. Dabi pumped, thrusting into the hole with little restraint. The entrance was still too tight and those cheeks would clench at the slightest movement. The penis was to thick to slide in and out in that ridged position. And after minutes of struggle the man leaned in to making sure he was heard.

"I'll give your neck a break, as long as you behave." Dabi loosened his hold.

"Yah—yameru." Bakugou was pleading between erratic breaths.

Yes, he had endured pain before, but this, this was something entirely different. This was far beyond torture. It wasn't just his body that was being broken, but his confidence was shattering along with it.

Powerless, he remembered his encounter against sludge. This marked his second loss against a villain, his chances at becoming a hero dwindling. Again he was being devoured and unable to do a damn thing about it.

Dabi let his head fall forward onto the counter, "you just refuse to behave." Against the nape of his neck he squeezed, spreading those ivory legs further apart. The man readjusted his weight taking his penis into his hand. Around the erection he curled, gliding along his length. The act was meant to moisten his dick, and he lubed his meat with precum and blood.

Again he was back at the hole nudging, slicking over those cheeks, in a rush to resubmerge. A final glide over that ass and he position for reentry. This time he took it slow easing in with small and less aggressive strokes.

Bakugou trembled, but cooed to the new technique, "ngh—ahh." The teen was unable to combat the sensitivity of his body. Alongside the pain was this new sensation brewing within, making him stir. A churning in his stomach started and his face flustered with this heat.

Bakugou refused to let the new sensation take ahold of him, reigniting that rage. All he could do was harness that festering anger and use the adrenaline to regulate the pain. Bakugou needed to be strong or at least put out a front that he was capable of tolerating any form of torture. The kid needed to demonstrate that such a deprave man could never subdued him. Though the thought was solid in theory, he lacked in resolve.

The vicious rhythm had him panting and short of breath. "Ahh—ss—ah," he had begun to hiccup in between cries. "Yah—meru," his words trailed off into a halfbaked plea. The heat was sweltering. It was behind his ears, in his throat, singing through his veins, spreading like wildfire.

The moans and indifferent responses had Dabi ravenous, and never had he experienced such a fervent desire to conquer. It burned under his eyes and behind his ears. The heat was pulling into his groin and it ached with a fiery passion. The act was that much pleasurable with that sensation of butterflies in his stomach.

Raptured in a blissful haze, Dabi worked his hands down the small waist, shredding his nails into that ivory skin. Those large hands were at the boy's hips and the man leaned against his back so that their bodies were flush. A swift thrust of his pelvis and he slid in another inch.

Bakugou cried out, "ahhhhh," his flesh was blistering, but the man was to enthralled to notice his blue flames. The kid scratched and clawed, but Dabi crushed his head further into the wood, utilizing the other hand to pin down the flailing arm.

Tighter he squeezed, snaking his hand over his throat, so overcome with excitement. In and out he thrusted, harder, faster, crueler, forgetting about taking it slow. Although the hole was clasping tighter with each stroke, he managed to impale deeper.

In a low breath he moaned, "fuck," he needed to mask that irresistible ache. It would be tragic, if the arrogant brat was to realize just how turned on he was. It could be detrimental to their dynamic, and he refused to share in the control, because he was the conductor and this was his ride.

This kid was bursting with confidence and Dabi intended to work him to the max. It was exciting to know that he'd be the one to knock him off his pedestal. And imagining that agreeable outcome made him even harder and he pulsed thickly. Instantaneously Bakugou clenched.

There was a trail of red, streaming from the kid's mouth and Dabi imagined he must have been biting down. The torment of his face had his cock throbbing, and with each granted expression of despair, he became more violent. Over and over he beat into that tight ass, stretching it with his girth.

Dabi was direct when it came to his crimes, but now under the sex induce craze he could understand Tomura's standpoint on breaking a hero by breaking their spirit. There was so much more gratification in watching the mind die first.

A line of white froth coated his teeth and Bakugou knew the man was relishing in his anguish. Crunch, down he bit into his lower lip. The kid was unwilling to respond to the torment and it'd be damn impossible to make him budge once he found that resolve.

The resistance was immediately picked up on and Dabi decided to be vindictive, recoiling back and then slamming hard. Another inch and he was at half point, pumping faster and pounding harder. The battered flesh of the hole throbbed and tried to block him. There was a tight barrier of skin, but the man was unrelenting and he forced more roughly until he felt the tear and was able to advance just a bit further.

"YAHHHMERU!" It was impossible to contain those cries, and he was foaming out the mouth. This man was tearing him from the inside out.

Immersed in the fervor of those stifled cries Dabi curled into the shape of Bakugou's back. Around his stomach he clenched, holding him still while also pinning the resisting arm. Those intoxicating moans made him desperate for more, curling further into the crook of the kid's shoulder, continuing to ravish him.

Bakugou had managed to intertwine their fingers, when attempting to ball his hand into a fist. Though the intention was to redirect his anger and regain some form of resistance, the crushing of fingers would have to suffice. It was minuscule, but the notion of being able to fight back made it a bit more bearable.

The gesture had Dabi confused, the man unsure how to interpret it. To him the hold seemed so desperate, pleadingly asking for human contact, something both him and the kid shared. And in reciprocation, he slid his fingers into the wedges of Bakugou's hand matching his hold. Their hands being intertwined like that made him stir, his stomach pulling with heat. The new sensation drove his thrust and he quickened his tempo, this time more conscientious of his forcefulness.

The gentleness of the gesture distracted Bakugou from his hatred, making him aware of the throbbing erection between his legs. Again he tried to reestablish the rage, but his mind was waning. There was a new sensation brewing, and it had his thighs trembling and his heart racing. It was hot, he was hot, his body receptive to the touch of this stranger. The hole was wet with slick and it allowed for further penetration, the man so deep inside him, sloshing around twisting his innards.

It started in his back, a tingling sensation. It spread and spread with each deeper stroke. It was pulling into his stomach, crimping at his innards.

"Ahh—hah—ahhh," it was getting harder to combat that sensitivity. The backshots into his ass elicited these disembodied whines and he was biting at his mouth, "ngh—ha," there was metal on his tongue. It was the metallic saltiness of his blood and he welcomed the taste.

Dabi dove deeper into the craze, matching his strokes to those stifled moans. Around the small torso he curled, slamming harder and faster, pressing their bodies closer and closer, until their hips were flushed. "Uh—uh," the skin was pulsing against his thrusts and he flexed.

Bakugou was panting, his breath erratic, "ngh—ah—ah—ah."

The feeling started in his toes. It was a sharp wave of heat that shot up his thighs. It coursed through his veins and twisted him so. Erotic was he, arching his back pleading for more. More, he wanted more. Desperate he was, his heart pounding against his chest. The noise was exaggeratingly loud and all he could do was focus on calming himself before he exploded. All sense of rational crumbled in that moment, when he suddenly fell taunt.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh," the sound was deafening and his whole body seized. The thick hot fluid pulsed through his balls and rushed through his scrotum. Out it gushed, pumping through his shaft, spurting out frenziedly.

There it was that crippling stomach cramp. Fuck yes, he was cumming his mouth watering in a blissful haze. The semen shot through his length and he was arching back hastily desperate for that friction.

Dabi matched his movements, the two in sync. Bakugou was clenching, his hole so greedily wrapping around him. That rush was triggered and the kid was choking the sperm from him "fahh—ck," he was biting into those mauve lips. In and out he slid, pumping faster as the heat erupted from his penis, flowing into that tight little ass.

The man fucked him harder, impaling deeper, filling him with his seed. The white fluid was leaking from his hole and it started to trail down his thighs. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Dabi continued to pump and fill, he was clenching at his jaw. Down, he swallowed a series of moans. "Shh—it," the kid was contracting, still oozing with semen. Another jab and Dabi was tearing the skin with his length, because of course he wanted to make sure to completely fill him, to mark all of what was his, cumming harder into the kid ignoring his cries for mercy.

"No, Yameruuuuu!" Bakugou jolted forwards.

The kid was in a cold sweat and his breath ragged. After a minute of breathing he stabilized his breath. On inspection he realized he was back in his dorm room. It had been another nightmare. Shit, he clenched at his chest, bury Katsuki, forget. That man couldn't hurt him anymore, right? Bury, forget, bury, forget. It was the chant he used to manage the recent anxieties.

Though, he was a bit more stable he knew that if he shut his eyes again he'd be back at that bar, like every night since his rescue. Against his headboard he relaxed and when he did he felt the slick between his thighs. The sheets were soaked and he didn't have to peak down to know there'd be a puddle.