Will you take the pain,
I will give you?
Again and Again,
And will you return it?

Depeche Mode – "Strange Love"

Midnight was in pleasure. She was on her hands and knees, her face buried in between Himiko's legs as Izuku, after plugging up her ass with a wonderful toy, buried his member deep inside her dripping pussy. She could hear him telling her that Himiko had to cum first or else she would have to be punished; it was terrible she was so close with every thrust to that orgasm. She focused on the sweet pussy on her lips.

She slipped two fingers into Himiko's dripping sex; the girl bucked her hips in pleasure. Expertly, she curled her fingers, finding that magic spot. She begged and pleaded mentally for Himiko to come; when she felt Himiko clinch and explode on her face, her orgasm rocked her to her very core. She couldn't even scream in ecstasy as Himiko had her sex buried in her face, muffling her cries. She felt lonely when Izuku withdrew from her.

She was flipped on her back as Himiko shimmied down, putting two women in a sixty-nine position. Nemuri moaned as a dildo entered her pussy, and Himiko's mouth found her clit. It was when Izuku entered Himiko from behind, right above Nemuri, that she stared with longing and desire at the cock she craved, watching it fucking Himiko and not her. She was happy with the reward when he withdrew and shoved it down her throat; she was sad when he pulled out and went back to fucking Himiko.

When he came, and he pulled it out, she greedily cleaned it for him before devouring the cum dripping from Himiko's cunt. All night they took turns fucking and sucking till they passed out from exhaustion. Midnight was happy when they didn't send her home immediately but much sadder when the alarm woke her up, making her scurry to her quarters to get cleaned up and come back to collect Izuku. Himiko was pouting as the alarm signal meant the same thing to her: the returning to her room part.

Himiko didn't want to leave but knew she had to play the game for now, just like Izuku did. It was all a dance, a waltz with their partner to remove more bars from the cage. Now that Midnight had submitted to her carnal desires, it just allowed them more time to play.

-Nezu-

He stood there looking over the records; Midnight had stepped up and was taking a vested interest in seeing that Izuku was given a fair chance or a chance at least. Izuku, for his part, was willing to play the game; his willingness to play helped Himiko play as well.

The relationship was endearing to him, however unhealthy it may seem, and the two had a unique dynamic. He hoped each would give the other something to work for and towards. As he stood over the training grounds, he watched Snipe engage in a game of hunter and hunt with his monster. Watching Izuku move and stalk toward his target sometimes made his fur stand on edge.

It was graceful and terrifying. He moved with such a predator's gate that it dared things to cross his path. Nezu was familiar with that gate; he had seen it long ago in his previous life. It was a king predator that would hunt and kill whatever it chose to do, other predators or not. He wondered if when Izuku was doing this, it stirred his desire to feed; maybe this wasn't a wise game to play. They had ruled out 13 as any damage to the woman's suit could prove disastrous. And the woman herself was happy not to participate.

Endeavor would show up along with Shota, who would watch the various training or testing exercises, looking for weaknesses or something they could exploit. He was informed that Miriko sometimes came in to fight with Izuku; she would come in, and the two would brawl all over the area, with her trying various maneuvers and different tactics. She would always drive him back before he could fight back and take her down. Nezu was angry when, immediately after a long fight between the two, Endeavor demanded a spar that was more of an attempted execution. When the sky darkened, it was immediately called off.

It was ruled that whatever that transformation was, it was a self-defense mechanism—a dangerous self-defense mechanism, but one nonetheless. Izuku seemed to know when it was coming close to that moment, and he would warn them that it was going too far. Nezu wanted to see if it could be trained, could be aimed at the targets and not attack indiscreetly, but so far, the only way to bring it out was to push Izuku to a life-and-death situation, and at that point, the thing wasn't interested in talking.

In a controlled environment, they could engineer a false threat to spark the beast, or he could train how to do so. Then it would be a question of control; the fear was if Izuku did evoke it, would it immediately run rampant, or would it go away? The bigger worry was if it did manifest, would it ever leave? Would doing so mean that Izuku was lost?

-Shota-

The monster was getting too cozy with its newfound freedom; he was looking over it and Himiko Toga's recent test scores, and it was impossible to deny their marked improvement. The practical exam would not be an obstacle; he had hoped that the written exam would prove beyond them, but as annoying as it was, he could see that Izuku would pass, and so would Himiko.

His anger wasn't towards the girl. He sympathized with her and her plight that had led her down this road. He hoped she would soon see who the real threat was and offer her assistance. Her quirk had allowed her to mimic Izuku's appearance but not any of the vampiric gifts the boy possessed. It had been noted that her healing had increased dramatically as she was getting a steady stream of Izuku's blood.

Izuku's blood was different; it was different from other samples that had been collected and studied over the years. It still held on to some healing properties, but that was not the case for other samples that had been tested. Generally, after a few minutes, the blood was dead—nothing unique or remarkable about it.

Izuku's was different; his blood sped up the recovery process but did not pull the resources from the patient; they had no idea where it came from. Recovery Girl was excited, but Shota was terrified.

Every other test that the Organization had run had shown that the blood would be inert and dead after 2 minutes, five in completely ideal situations. Shota theorized that it had something to do with Thaumaturgy, Vampiric Blood Magic. Izuku was a practitioner, but the Lord of Blood was a master. It was how Izuku was a day walker, and whatever else he was, what Izuku transformed into was reminiscent of what was called a Vamprye, an ancient predecessor to the vampire; at least, that was what was believed.

Vampyre were vastly different; they could have children. That was how they race-bred, but most of the time, it was not a consensual relationship. Vampyre resembled a variation of a Were-Bat, a hybrid monstrosity that would terrorize wherever they were, leaving behind offspring in the local populace that, when born, would rip themselves free of their mothers, devour them, and then their "father" would come and retrieve them. Vampyre were undead because they had an aversion to the sun and fire, but the fire was effective against most things. Yet, they could create life through forced insemination.

There were no female Vamprye ever recorded, it was believed they didn't exist, that was why they were forced to create their offspring in the manner they did.

Vampires were created vastly differently; usually, there was an exchange of blood, where the vampire would drain the target to the point of death, then by giving them some of the Vampire's blood, they would begin to transform; if they survived, they were now Vampires. Sleep in coffins, hide from the sun, fear fire, stake through the heart of vampires. How the Vampires came along was just as much a mystery as the first vampire or most other supernatural things haunting the night.

What Izuku was and what he became were terrifying; he was almost perfect, a perfect vampire, a walking, living, and breathing vampire. Then there was the transformation, the level of power that it had. Shota wasn't a fan of All-Might; that was no secret, but he respected what the man brought. If he hadn't been there that night…

That was then, this was now, he needed. No, he had to find a way to kill Izuku Midoriya before it was too late; everyone treated him like he was human. He wasn't. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and they had just welcomed him into the pen with all the other animals that didn't know any better.

-Rumi-

It was dark; the moon showed brightly overhead, but the thick canopy of the forest blocked most of it out. Only thin silver rays would burst through, illuminating the night and forest floor. Miriko was terrified; she just had to run and keep running. She yelled at herself to turn and fight, but her body wouldn't listen.

She looked, and she was covered in wounds, her blood trailing behind; all she could do was run. She had fought, and she had lost. Now, it was coming to devour her. To take her.

She could hear it behind her, not its footsteps but the rustle of the wind, which told her it was right behind her. Frantically, she tried to dart this way and that, everything she could think of to lose her pursuer. She burst through the trees and stood on the edge of an impossibly high cliff, the moon perfect in the night sky over her, lighting up the unknown valley.

It was coming, and it would be the end; she knew it. She couldn't win; she couldn't run; she looked over the edge and knew that the fall would take her life. Her life is better to end on her terms than to let the Monster have her. She cursed her fear, her weakness, feeling it ever so close; she closed her eyes and jumped.

But it was too late; the monster grabbed her and yanked her back to the ledge with its dark powers. She was cornered and savagely attacked by the shadowy monster that did not reveal itself even in the full view of the moon. She poured everything she could, trying to pull victory from the unknown, but it was just standing there absorbing her blows; when she ran, it grabbed her and slammed her back to the ground.

It pinned her to the ground; she struggled as it fell on top of her; in desperation, she tried to bite the shadow but tasted nothing, and then it happened the familiar pain. It bit her neck, the creature's fangs sunk deep, and she drank, her arms suddenly free. She went to push him away, but instead, they wrapped around the monster's shoulders and pulled him deeper into her body. Her hips lifted to his pelvis as her big, powerful legs wrapped around him, pulling their lower halves together. She trembled at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against her; she rolled her hips, hoping somehow to slip him inside of her, past his clothes, past her costume.

"Izuku," she moaned.

"Say it!" he whispered harshly. "Say it, and I will be done."

A small part of her mind screamed, roared, fought, and thrashed, but the rest of her mind was submitting; her body was submitting when the words slipped from her lips that the last part of rebellion died. "Devour me, take me, and make me yours. Make me belong to you, Izuku. Please Devour me, Master!"

She felt his hand tear away the crotch from her costume, and he plunged his cock deep into her aching sex, sending her into orgasm. Her soul screamed in pleasure and terror; his body could never go without him now, and her mind surrendered to him. On the cliff overlooking an unknown forest, he devoured her, and she didn't care.

….

Rumi bolted upright in her bed as an orgasm rocked her body; it had been a dream. A nightmare? A fantasy?

She didn't know what it was, but she knew that it had made her cum harder than ever; she felt like she couldn't get enough, so she fumbled under the bed, pulling out a box and grabbing her sex toys. She feverishly plunged the vibrator into her sex, turning it on full blast in desperation to find a moment of sanity as she felt on the verge of falling apart. It wasn't enough she wanted it rougher, harder, like the way he fucked her in the dream. A dildo found its way to her ass as she writhed on the bed, needing more; she didn't even realize when her hand was around her throat. She was choking herself; she closed her eyes, not stopping, and saw him above her, his hand around her throat as he devoured her.

Her scream when she orgasmed reverberated off the walls. She lay atop the bed covered in sweat, ashamed, aroused, and angry. She had to beat him; she had to; it was the only way to get this out of her head. He would have no hold over her if she could conquer him. She set the toys aside and stumbled to the shower; when she looked in the mirror, she saw some marks around her neck from where she had choked herself. She began to get hot again, imagining Izuku behind her, pressing her against the counter, just fucking her, using her, choking her.

Her eyes opened her hand around her neck again, the other furiously fingering herself, hunting for that orgasm. When it came, she collapsed to the ground, breathing hard, the ache slowly fading. She crawled to her feet and went into the shower; she sat there for hours. She didn't know what she needed; she knew she needed to see him, and it would be different this time.

-It was different-

She stood in the clearing of the artificial forest of training ground Zeta at U.A. It had been a few weeks since her dream, and she trained for this moment. She would conquer him and end this charade, no more dreams of…

"Tired of losing in the city?" Izuku smirked, "I would be at a disadvantage in the forest, that is for sure. Sad?"

"What already preparing your reasoning for when I beat you?" she was bouncing on the balls of her feet, loosening up.

"No, I have no intention of losing, just the lengths that you are going to in a vain attempt to get a single win," he dropped, folded his coat, and set it on a boulder. "What are you going to tell yourself tonight when you lose again? Just like those Endeavor and Aizawa."

"I WON'T LOSE!" she growled; his smirk irritated her. She wanted to charge across the opening and kick it off his face. She stopped herself; it negated the reason for the new venue to fight him in the open. When the buzzer rang out, she saw the look of surprise when she ran left for the tree line instead of moving to engage.

"Oh, the rabbit is running, so I get to hunt today!" he purred. When the words hit her ears, the shiver that ran through her body was not one of fear but of excitement.

Now, Izuku was not an expert tracker, but he could see Aura with his highly acute senses; thanks to his Auspex, he could find her. This wasn't a natural forest; it was a set space that had limits on how far she could run, which made it so he could track her. He ran into the forest, ready to hunt, the beast in him begging for blood. The thrill threatened to take over; he had to keep a lid on it from running loose.

He didn't shut it down entirely, though; he opened the door and let it out some, not enough that it could burst through but just enough to let it guide him.

As the exercise began, Aizwa, Endeavor, and Nezu sat in the control booth.

"I don't like this," Aizawa said to the rat. "Less cameras for us to track your monster."

"My monster, well, I guess he is, but I didn't choose this; Rumi did," Nezu responded with a smile. "I think this is good for them. Also, I want to test Izuku more. I was thinking of having him participate in some of the exams for the second years."

"You would let that monster loose with students?" Endeavor spat out. "Are you insane?"

"I have been called that before, but I have the paperwork that says otherwise," Nezu grinned at the fire hero. "Since in our care, he has committed no crimes, attacked no one, and has complied with all that we and you have asked. And you are actively trying to kill him. His only crimes, while severe, were when he had just been set free from the control of the Lord of Blood and was being hunted. Lost and scared. He is no longer lost, and since I plan on him taking the entrance exam, would you prefer I put him in with the first years untested?"

"You should be helping us find a way to kill him before it's too late!" Aizawa growled.

"Mr. Aizawa, we are going to have a conversation about this later," Nezu returned to the sparing contest.

Izuku smiled. His powers had increased since he had started feeding from Himiko and Midnight; the more he indulged, the better he felt; a new power had recently come to him, and today was a good day to unleash it. It was from the Quietus Discipline, the Silence of Death; it created an area around Izuku that didn't allow sound to escape. He had tested this by having sex with Midnight in the locker room. The sounds from their escapade should have brought someone, but it had worked just like it had been drilled into his head.

Now, he was using it to hunt Rumi; the game was rather intense as Rumi's instincts kept her from being engaged several times. It was when the battle began that things were different.

Rumi could feel him coming for her, that animalistic part of her brain screaming at her to run. She used that to her advantage for a time, and it kept her away from her. She was getting annoyed because he always seemed right on her; when she saw him, she knew today would be different. He came out from the thicket in total silence; his fangs were already extended, and his eyes glowed red; if it had been dark, then it would have almost been like that dream.

Rumi was able to react with a bicycle kick that forced Izuku to change course, but he had her in his line of sight; that was what he needed for his blood magic. She attempted to dash for safety, but he used Movement of the Mind to pull her back; it was like her leg had been grabbed. Their battle turned into a physical fight for dominance; the ache between her legs was getting stronger. When the unseen force yanked her to the ground, and he fell on top, she faltered and felt his fangs graze her neck.

He heard her whimper, not in fear but in anticipation; it was a sound he heard from the girls when he was teasing one of them. He released her arms and legs so she could throw him off. Instead, she bared her neck. The beast couldn't resist, and neither could Izuku; he bit down into her neck, and her rich blood filled his mouth as her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing their hips crashing together. They were both aroused; he heard her call out as she orgasmed.

He pulled back quickly, licking the wound on her neck; he saw her senses come crashing back to her as to what had happened. She went to say something, but nothing came out; instead, when he kissed her, she pulled him tight, grinding against him. He was suddenly thrown off and away; it took him a moment to get his bearings. She stared at him; he saw her looks shifting from desire to anger and confusion. He dropped the use of Quietus, hearing her say she was done for the day. He could feel her blood coursing through him; it was so different from the others he wanted more. As she was almost out of sight, he sent a single thought to her. I WANT YOU!

He heard her responses from telling him to fuck off to come fuck her as she left. He smiled as he headed back towards the exit; it seemed that today hadn't been a waste of time.

Rumi stormed past Aizawa and Endeavor, "He got a new power!" was all she said. Once in the locker room, she quickly raced to the shower, drew the curtain, and threw the water on full blast. She couldn't even have said if it was hot or cold. She got out of her clothes as fast as she could; she wanted him; she wanted him to come to break into her and fuck her up against the wall. She started to pleasure herself at the thought; she shoved her panties in her mouth to muffle her moans. She was there on the floor of the shower, panting, her fingers absently playing with her clit, when the curtain opened, and there was Midnight.

"Oh, my Rumi!" the pro heroine averted her gaze, but Rumi saw that she looked over her wet body on the floor. "Are you alright?... can I help you with anything?"

I give in
Again and Again.
I give in.
Will you give it to me?
I give in
I'll say it again,
I give in.

Depeche Mode – "Strange Love"