Warning this is a very smut heavy chapter. I mean very heavy. It will be marked but be warned.
"The shameless kiss of vanity.
The soft and the black and the velvety.
Uptight against the side of me."
The Cure – Disintegration
It was more of the same: more being moved around like a dirty little secret, more chained lunches, more using his precious blood to touch her. To caress her, her shudders and labored breath were almost music to his ears, at least in the beginning; now it was torture of what they couldn't have. They tried to fight it, not to tease each other, but soon, one would ask for it, and the other could not resist. For two weeks, he played their game today, he wouldn't play anymore. He craved her to drink from the font that was her neck. The blood they supplied filled his belly, but not the need; he was hungry, a deep primal hunger that blood packs could not satisfy.
Every day he was denied, his hunger grew along with his anger. Today, when Vlad King and Midnight came, it would be a very different day.
"Morning Izuku," Vlad King said, entering shackles in hand. "Same as yesterday."
"No," Izuku responded.
"Excuse me," Vlad King said, stepping before Midnight. Then they could sense it; the hunger was radiating off of him. They were in here with an animal, and they were his prey.
"I said No," Izuku repeated. He could smell the fear and trepidation coming off them, but he sensed something else: arousal. It was coming off of Midnight, and he stared past Vlad King to her; she tried to avert her gaze, but she couldn't not fully. "I am tired of these tests, tired of your little games at lunch, and tired of performing like a pet in your testing grounds; for two weeks I have complied, I will no longer do so. It would be best that the two of you leave before I cannot reign myself in."
They slowly backed out of the cottage, the door closing and sealing.
-Nezu-
The call came to him immediately; Izuku was refusing to comply. It was followed quickly by Aizawa proclaiming that the kid was losing control and needed to be handled. Shortly, a call came in for Himiko Toga's handler that the young girl was refusing to open the door or go to her regular sessions.
"What are her demands?" he radioed.
"She demands to be able to see Izuku Midoirya and not in chains." The handler responded.
Pesky children, he thought. First, he had to handle Izuku as he posed a more significant threat should he rampage. It took a short time before he arrived at the cottage; he noted that the guards were all on edge. Vlad King was pacing while Midnight sat with a strange expression. "Report," he commanded.
Vlad King stepped forward and recounted the exchange; Aizawa came jogging up no sooner than when he finished. Nezu looked at the hunter. "I don't recall calling for you, Mr. Aizawa."
"You didn't," he replied, "But I am the best equipped and the most knowledgeable on the subject. I felt my expertise would be beneficial to the situation."
"Stay back and take no action unless I authorize it," Nezu said, walking to the door; he quickly typed in a code, and a small door opened, allowing him access. When he walked in, he saw Izuku sitting on the couch with a cup of blood on the table.
"Greetings, Overlord," the boy said.
"Greetings, Minion," Nezu said. "I understand you do not wish to comply with the tests today."
"That would be correct."
"You also implied that you were having to reign yourself in. What are you reigning in exactly?"
"Hunger, this," he said, motioning to the cup on the coffee table, "it fills my belly but doesn't satiate the hunger. It doesn't taste right; this blood is barely palatable, but nothing like drinking from the font."
"You want to drink from someone directly?" Nezu said, raising an eyebrow. "That is a difficult thing to provide."
"No its not, give me Himiko." Izuku said. "I am tired of seeing her only in chains, of being unable to touch her. I have played your games for two weeks now. You will give what I want, or I will take what I need!"
"Careful now," Nezu warned. "That kind of thing could be misconstrued."
"Misconstrue nothing; I am telling you what will happen." Izuku almost growled back. "I have been playing nice and don't want to play nice anymore."
"What about her safety?" Nezu countered. "What if you overindulge?"
"I won't, not with her, if I decided to fulfill this hunger alone, I offer no assurances."
"I need some time," Nezu said.
"You have 30 Minutes," Izuku said, taking a drink from his mug and making a bitter face.
Nezu exited to the visible relief of teachers and guards. "What did he want?" Aizawa asked. Nezu relayed the conversation. "We should deal with him permanently."
"How about you explain what is happening before we kill him." Midnight retorted, her voice laced with annoyance.
"You are treating his condition like someone with a blood quirk, like Vlad or Ms. Toga; all they need is to consume the blood to stave off conditions; he needs to drink it, to take it from the source. The condition is a beast that resides inside; this beast is always there beneath the surface. When his kind loses control, they attack and devour anything they can: family, lovers, or enemies. They consume life, and you are having it survive from rancid food. This is why we need to put it down; he will continue to hunger and may be able to cage the beast temporarily, but it will break free; once you allow that thing to walk amongst the student body, it will attack and kill."
"Options?" Nezu asked.
"I may have to agree with Aizawa; if giving him blood packs is not the solution, how can we agree to allow him to feed directly off of people to keep this "beast" in control." Vlad King said. "I know he is a victim, but now we are asking someone to go in there and allow him to bite them and drink. Aside from Himiko, whom the two are obsessed with each other…"
"I'll do it," Midnight said, shocking everyone. "He is a victim, and if this is needed to give him a chance, I will do it. I will let him feed from me."
"Midnight? I don't think I can allow this," Nezu said.
"I volunteered not only to guard him but to escort him and to do everything I could to give him a second chance. I am doing this, or you can accept my resignation from the school."
"Nemuri, don't do this; you don't know what you are getting yourself into," Aizawa pleaded.
"I will not allow him to be put down like some rabid animal if you could even think of a way to do it; your only solution is to lock him up and throw him into the ocean and HOPE it works. That the monster doesn't wake up and make sure that he lives like all the other times." She took a deep breath and walked towards the cottage. "I don't know if this will satisfy him, but you must figure out what to do about him and Himiko. Turn off the cameras; I don't want this recorded." She keyed the entrance code and walked inside.
Nezu turned off the cameras.
-Inside-
When Midnight stepped in, she wasn't sure what to expect; she saw him sitting on the couch and could feel that same sensation wash over her. There had been something about him ever since that night on the docks; she found him invading her mind. Then, when he came to the campus, she thought it was more of the same, the allure of danger. Now, standing there, she had no doubt he could devour her, but she wanted to know what it was like.
"I asked for Himiko." He said, glancing at her.
"We need to know that she will be safe; we understand now that the blood packs are not enough that you need to drink directly from a person. I have volunteered; if this goes well, we can discuss Himiko. I swore that I would do everything I could to give you a chance, and if this is required, then I will do it." she replied, a fierceness in her voice that spoke directly to him.
"And if it goes bad?" he said. "Then what?"
"Then Aizawa is right, and they will try to kill you. But I don't think it will," she replied. She paused, "Regardless of what you are now, you were a victim of the Lord of Blood; you never asked for any of this or the other atrocities in your life. I want to give you a chance because I believe when you say you want to live. I trust you." She said walking over
Izuku rose to meet her in the middle; she came to stop and tilted her head to the side. "Drink what you need to gain control," she said.
Sex Scene Begins
In an almost sensual motion that made her shudder slightly, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her voluptuous body close; as his warm breath grazed her neck, she closed her eyes. It was the barest of a pinprick, then the warm sensation of pleasure spread throughout her body.
Once limp at her side, her arms slid around his back in an almost tender embrace as the fun ramped up that changed. One arm clung to him, her moans escaping, the other snacked up to his head and pushed it harder against her neck. One leg came up to wrap around his hip; when his hand slipped to her waist and grabbed her ass in a firm grip, she felt the shiver of a light orgasm rack her body. His hand slid up the back of her scalp and grabbed a stronghold of her hair; tightening his grip, she moaned louder.
Her other leg came up and wrapped around him. She could feel his erection pressing against the outside of her sex. She was wet, moving her hips, grinding against him in this position supported by his one arm; she mewed for him to take her.
She crashed against the wall, the pace quickening; she used her legs to push down his pajama bottoms. She felt his stiff cock press against her; reaching between her legs, she fumbled with the release to expose her dripping sex. With a single shift of her hips, she slid him into her. She could hear him grasp as he pulled away from her neck. She felt light-headed, but nothing would stop her now. She almost frantically bucked her hips, and as she felt him lick her neck, he plunged deep inside her with both hands under her ass, sending her into orgasm.
There against the wall, he claimed her, she was being fucked. Wild and passionate, he buried himself into her with her screams of more or harder. He obliged till words were no longer possible for the heroine only cries of pleasure. Soon, she was bent over the couch as he plunged back into her; his finding the back of her scalp, securing a handful of hair, he pulled her back. She screamed in pleasure; he dominated her, and she didn't want to resist.
As she came again, she began to plead for him to release inside of her, pushing herself back to meet his nearly violent thrusts, the sounds of her flesh colliding was a near symphony of pleasure when she heard him growl that he was about to cum, she begged for him to do so inside.
She felt him cum, she could feel it, and she loved it. Panting her sense dancing back to her, she realized she had just fucked a student, that she had just been taken against the wall and ravaged. And she wanted it again; she stood up momentarily, her legs shaking, and turned and looked at him. She didn't feel that wave of hunger coming off him, but she wanted him again. Dropping her knees before him, she plunged his cock into her mouth.
She was happily surprised as it returned to full mast, and she twirled her tongue around the shaft. She looked up to see him staring at her, pleasure etched in his face. Not breaking eye contact, she took him in and held it there, her eyes watering till she pulled back to breathe before doing it repeatedly. When he grabbed her head, she moaned around his cock; she pulled back enough to say. "Fuck my mouth," before she deep-throated him again.
She felt the ache intensify between her legs when he did what she wanted. Her hands were free; one snaked down as she started vigorously fingering herself, and the other freed her breasts as she tugged and pulled at them. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth as he unloaded. She gulped it down as she brought herself to orgasm.
She fell back. "They will get concerned if I don't go out there."
Sex Scene End
"Does this mean you will bring me Himiko?" he said, thoughts of ravaging Midnight again dancing through his mind or of ruining Himiko and her simultaneously.
"I will advocate for it," she said. Her senses were coming back and at war with each other; she wanted him but felt like she was doing something wrong, aside from the student/teacher part. Many students had tried, but none had; he hadn't even tried and had succeeded. She needed to step away; she needed to clear her head. She could tell he was still ready; she wanted to be filled by him again. With a deep breath, she double-checked herself in the mirror; thank God for waterproof make-up.
She exited the cottage.
-Outside-
"Well?" Vlad asked.
Midnight turned so they could see her neck lightly bruised, not even as bad as a hickey. "It was intense; this sensation washes over you; I couldn't even think about fighting back."
"It is called the kiss; for some species, it has paralytic effects; I have even heard it has a dream-like quality for some," Aizawa said. "How do you feel?"
"A little light-headed, that aura was gone once he was done," she said. "I think we should allow Himiko and him to be able to touch."
"And if it turns physical?" Vlad asked.
"Then it does," she said. "The more we forbid it, the more it will take on a forbidden fruit aspect. The other represents something for the other that they have been denied; either we give it for them, or we can expect them to continue to rebel."
"And how do you propose to keep this beast under control?" Nezu said.
"For now, I will let him feed off of me; I am sure Himiko will also volunteer until we can find a different solution; if not, we will fail." She said as she started to walk away. "Now, if you would all excuse me, I want to decompress."
-Himiko-
She didn't trust them when they told her they would be taking her to Izuku, but she didn't have any other way to see him. She knew from their talks that he was in some cottage in the woods, but that was all she knew. From what she saw, the campus itself was huge. So she followed along for now.
She perked up when they started leading her to the woods; she could barely contain herself when she saw a cottage. Then she noticed the guards and the teachers. Her eyes narrowed some as she stepped forward; Vlad Sensei came to meet her.
"Hello, Himiko," he began. "While we wished that the two of you would not have resorted to this course of action, we have decided to allow this."
"Gee, thanks," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do I get to kiss your feet now in gratitude, or can I go see him."
"You may go see him," he replied. "Once you leave the cottage, you will have to return to your dorm," he reached into his pocket and handed her a small white box with a button. "This is a panic button in case things go wrong; regardless, you will be returned to your dorm at 9 p.m. If this goes well, we can discuss making it a regular thing."
"Let me guess, I have to take the button?"
"Yes, that is non-negotiable." She rolled her eyes, taking the button as she walked to the door, blocking the keypad with his body. He typed in that code. The door opened, and she stepped in, closing behind her. They immediately locked eyes, and she ran and jumped into his embrace.
Sex Scene Begins
Feverishly, they tore each other's clothes off, tossing them aside as they fell back on the couch. She freed him from his pants as he pushed her panties to the side; he slipped right in. Her cries of pleasure echoed in the room, "May I?" she managed.
He bared his neck as she bit down, his blood flooding her mouth. He grabbed her by the hips and buried himself in her; she just kept drinking as an orgasm rocked her body when she pulled back to breathe. He pulled her back and bit down; she cried out again. She felt him explode inside her as she was lost in the ecstasy of the Kiss and him pushing up into her from below.
When he broke, she bit back down, taking back the blood; they were lost in this exchange, giving and taking, sex and orgasms. Once the frenzied pace slowed, he finally slipped out of her; he picked up her spent body and carried her to bed. They collapsed into exhaustion, happy and content.
He awoke to her kisses; he returned them passionately. She pulled him over her, spreading her legs to invite him in. "Fuck me again," she purred. "Make all the aches go away." He slid in as she gasped; their eyes never touched as he moved inside her. It wasn't the feverish pace done on the couch or the same as on the train; they were lost in each other. When he orgasmed, he was still hard and didn't stop.
She called for him, whispered his name tenderly, lovingly, begging him to keep making her cum. Her legs wrapped around his waist, not letting him go, keeping him inside her; time slipped away as the fucked. She was on her knees as he took her from behind, their bodies slick with sweat; she looked back at him, his lustful gaze pushing her over the edge again.
"More, Izuku, take everything," she moaned, lying prone on the bed. "I want you to fuck my ass, take everything."
Slowly he positioned himself; he began to ease his way in as she wiggled back some; once he was entirely in, she gasped, and her hand found its way to her clit. Playing with herself, she begged him to take her. He couldn't hold back and began to move in and out of her ass. She moaned in delight from the pleasure he gave her and what she was giving herself. She felt herself squirt all over the bed as he exploded again; this time, he rolled to the side. She looked at him, her eyes lidded.
"I have never let anyone do that, only you." She whispered. "Only you forever and ever." Her eyes closed as she fell asleep again; he just stared at her—this woman in his bed, this devil, this betrayer, his friend, his lover.
Is this love?
These were his last thoughts as the darkness claimed him.
"Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
And we both of us knew how the ending would be"
The Cure – Disintegration
*Authors Note*
See very heavy smut chapter. That is all I got nothing else to say about this.