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Shouto leaned his head back against the wall of ice behind him, allowing himself a few moments to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure where Kai was at. He panted, sweat dripping down his skin. He wiped what he could away from his forehead, grimacing as he pulled his hand away and saw the streak of blood on his arm.
He underestimated the other man’s attack. Overhaul was strong, and his quirk worked quickly, chaotically. It was almost impossible to predict the movements of the landscape he manipulated. Shouto needed to get faster at dodging his attacks. But the cut didn’t hurt. It couldn’t be too bad if he didn’t even feel it. He was lost in a rush of adrenaline and a lingering high from the joint that Kai had given him after the interview earlier today. The drug slowed him down a bit, but he knew it was probably slowing Kai down as well.
He could still win this.
He had to win this.
The only reason they had come to the training center in the first place had been so Shouto could blow off some steam.
“Welcome, Todoroki Shouto, to ‘Musutafu Morning’, Musutafu’s most popular talk-show! We were so happy when you agreed to meet up with us this morning! Word is that you haven’t appeared publicly since you were released from the detention center! And I have to say, you look fantastic! The last time we saw you was walking out of the courthouse over a month ago! But you certainly have made some changes! Doesn’t he look handsome?”
There had been a number of catcalls from the audience, and Shouto had hated every single one of them as he sat up on that brightly lit stage with a neutral look on his face. This was his first public appearance since the trial. Since he had said goodbye to his old friends. Since he had changed his hair and started dressing in the clothes Kai bought him. Since Okimoto had officially accepted him into the Yakuza. Since the night that they had broken Dabi out of the prison.
The talk-show host, Miss Iato Yumi, was overly cheerful, probably in her late twenties. She was wearing a knee-length red dress with her black hair twisted up in a taka shimada, her lips painted ruby red to give her a distinctly geisha-style appearance. She was pretty, that much was undeniable. But this interview felt so much like the ones that Enji had forced him into as a child. It was a cloak-and-dagger attempt to distract the public. Necessary, but dreaded.
“Thank you, Miss Yumi,” Shouto replied, giving a brief smile at the audience. “Although I do prefer to go by just Shouto now. After my fathers disinheritance, I am no longer a Todoroki; one of many things that have changed for me over the last month. One of the best changes, honestly.”
There had been too many rumors about his involvement with Dabi’s escape. Tabloid articles that maybe he had joined his brother in the League. Shouto had tried to avoid it, but ultimately Okimoto had deemed it necessary for Shouto to make a public appearance. Dispel any rumors that were circulating. The Yakuza leader did not want his newest member associated with criminal activity. He had plans for Shouto, and they included his name staying clear for as long as possible.
Shouto wiped at his forehead one more time, flinching a little at the sting as sweat rubbed into the gash on his hairline. He couldn’t stay still for long. He turned, leaning against the crystalline ice and peeking around the wall he had created. It was hard to see much. That’s why he hated the suburban landscape. The tall buildings, the cars, the fences and alley’s and everything that provided shelter for his opponent. Shouto would have chosen the forest setting. But it was Kai’s week to choose, and with hundreds of different things for Kai to manipulate against him, this setting was much more beneficial for his quirk. Regardless, this was the week that Shouto was determined to best him.
Suddenly his wall turned to snow and Shouto fell forward, getting covered in white powder as he landed on his knees on the cold road.
“Tell me, Shouto,” Yumi started in with her first question. “What made you decide to say yes when we reached out to you? Rumor says that you have turned down dozens of requests for interviews over the past few weeks.”
“I wasn’t ready to talk about everything that happened to me,” Shouto shrugged, crossing his legs and leaning back against the stiff couch on the set. He needed to appear casual, comfortable. Even if he felt the exact opposite. “These last few months haven’t been easy, especially my time in the detention center and my trial. When I was finally released, I needed some time to myself. But I am finally ready. And it’s a good thing. The other day I read in the tabloids that I am apparently a member of The League of Villains. I had no idea.”
A number of laughs broke out in the audience. He hadn’t been trying to make a joke. Okimoto had told him to address the rumors head-on, and this was the only way that he knew how to do that.
Yumi had laughed as well, throwing a large, probably fake, smile at the camera from where she sat on her over-sized chair across from him.
“There have been a number of rumors associating you with The League of Villains,” Yumi replied. “Especially once it came out that they were behind the attack that led to your arrest, and that your older brother, Todoroki Touya, is a member of the League as well.”
“He prefers to go by Dabi, actually,” Shouto replied. “And he was a member of the League. He betrayed them in order to prove my innocence at my trial. He couldn’t have gone back to the League after his escape from jail. They would have killed him.”.
“Dabi, huh?” Yumi mused, looking genuinely intrigued. “Can we get a picture of Dabi up on the screen for our audience?” She called out to some technician in the booth behind them. A moment later Dabi’s mugshot appeared on the large screen behind their couches. A smug smile on his face as he held up the board with his name and criminal information on it. He had all of his piercings in, his hair spiked up, make-up done. Hell, Shouto was pretty sure he even had mascara on. Leave it to his brother to get all dressed up to be arrested. He could hear a couple of the audience members gasp at the picture. Over-dramatic. This was unlikely the first time anyone in this room had seen this picture. The city had conducted an active manhunt for Dabi the two weeks after he escaped; this picture had literally been everywhere. “Is it true that you were pretty close to your brother before you were arrested?”
Shouto quickly blasted fire over the snow around him, resulting in a plume of steam as it melted that gave him the cover to get behind one of the nearby buildings. He used his ice to propel himself forward, moving as quickly as he was able to in order to duck behind the red bricks. Kai was only able to manipulate objects through touch, which meant that the other man had to still be close by.
As if in response to his thoughts, the ground shook as a large crack started to rip through the pavement, the destruction shooting out in a path straight for him. Shouto dodged out of the way, using his ice to create a platform that shot him up to the roof of the next building over, watching as the crack went underneath the building he had been hidden behind. The wall of the building shuddered as it shifted, cracks spider-webbing up the side of the wall, bricks and dust sprinkling down to cover the ground where he had just been.
Shouto aimed his fire down at the platform, melting it away so that Kai wouldn’t have easy access to reach him. He peeked over the edge of the roof. The steam from his melting ice lingered like a faint fog in the alley between the two buildings. Although he was only a few stories up, Shouto had a much better vantage point from up here. He let both sides of his quirk start to thrum through his body, focusing on lowering the temperature of his right side. Once Kai came into view, he was going to bury him in an avalanche between the two buildings.
Kai was good in battle. Too good. But Shouto was getting better every week. Okimoto’s training schedule was as rigid, possibly more so than even Enji’s had been. He wanted Shouto ready to actively participate in Yakuza missions, and he wanted it as quickly as possible. Shouto trained five days a week at the Yakuza headquarters. Although he wasn’t being purposely beaten to try to draw out his fire, he was often as tired and sore from the sessions as he had been after training with his father. His training was always conducted by a different member of the Yakuza, sometimes one of the other bullets, sometimes by someone he had never met before. So he never knew what he was walking into. But Shouto embraced every fight; he wanted to improve his skills more than anyone. After Kai had assigned Tengai to protect him during their mission to free Dabi (and the other bullet had actually protected Shouto more than he cared to admit), Shouto was determined to get stronger. He didn’t want to be a weak link. He didn’t want a baby-sitter. He didn’t want to be left behind because he wasn’t ready to hold his own.
He joined the Yakuza to make a difference. And he couldn’t do that until both Kai and Okimoto approved him for missions.
“Dabi and I have been close since we were children,” Shouto answered Yumi’s question. “I was living with him, actually, right before I got arrested. We had just reunited after he had disappeared four years ago, and he was helping me through the domestic violence charges against my father.”
He heard the gasps from the audience.
“You were living with him?” Yumi said. Shouto knew that was a juicy bit of gossip. Nothing about that had come out yet, and now the city had heard it from his own mouth. The best way to distract the city from inconvenient rumors? Gossip. As much as Shouto hated that particular tactic, everybody loved gossip. “Did you know that he was a villain when you moved in with him?”
“Yes,” Shouto replied, to an entire chorus of gasps. Even a few people booing him. Fuck them. As if they could ever understand.
“But The League of Villains attacked your class at UA! And the articles that came out after your trial said that you were raped by the League. Why did you choose to stay with your brother after all of that? Weren’t you angry with him?”
He trained his face to stay neutral. So many articles had come out after the trial, detailing every single personal detail of what had happened. Just like he had feared, the entire city knew what the League had done to him. Knew what he had gone through.
“For attacking my classmates. Yeah, I was angry,” Shouto responded. “But he had nothing to do with what happened to me. I was raped by their leader Shigaraki, and by Toga. I was also framed by them, and would have gone to jail over something they had done had Dabi not stepped forward and given himself up for me. He also gave me a place to go when I didn’t feel safe at my fathers. My brother may be a villain, but he was still a damn sight better than living with my father. I do not regret having him back in my life. If I could go back and do things differently, I would have moved in with him the moment we reconnected. His apartment felt like more of a home to me than the Todoroki mansion ever could.”
A part of Shouto wished that he could see Enji’s face when he saw this interview.
“Wow,” Yumi exclaimed, glancing around, her eyes glittering with bewilderment. “There is a lot to unpack in that statement! I am not even sure where to begin with my questions,” she laughed.
She laughed. Shout clenched his fists, hoping it wasn’t too noticeable. How could people laugh at that? Did she really think that was a joke?
He felt the roof starting to shake underneath his feet. He could hear it groaning as Kai manipulated the bricks, pushing the structural integrity of the building.
Shit.
Kai knew exactly where he was. Shouto pushed himself up, running to the other edge of the roof even as it began to sway beneath him. Kai was going to bring the entire building down! Shouto glanced over the edge just long enough to see Kai, both hands on the building as he continued to send quakes through the brick. Shouto didn’t hesitate, aiming his right arm down and releasing the avalanche of ice toward the golden-eyed man. He jumped off the edge as ice continued to pour out of him, using it to slide down toward the ground. If he could just encase Kai in enough ice…
Suddenly he was falling, the ice beneath him churning into a flurry of snow as he fell through it.
“Shit!” Shouto cried out, unleashing more ice to catch his fall right before he hit the ground. He still hit hard. It knocked the air out of his lungs, made it hard to breathe. Kai’s ability to manipulate his ice made the other man difficult to trap. He needed to change up his tactic if he had any chance of beating the other man. He took a few gasping breaths, ignoring the pain of his rough landing as he rolled over and pushed himself up to his feet. Kai was standing there, watching him. The older man must have gotten caught in the steam from older, his clothes were damp, clinging to him sinfully, his hair plastered to his forehead. He was breathing hard as well, but he had a smug arrogance on his face.
Shouto put up his left hand. He couldn’t let the older man win so easily.
“Let’s start by addressing some of the most current questions that people are asking. There are a lot of rumors going around that you were involved in the attack on the prison that resulted in your brother’s escape. Is that true?”
Shouto smiled bitterly.
“No,” Shouto lied. “But a part of me wishes that I had been,” he added quickly, to make it sound less like a lie. “My brother has done a lot of horrible things over the last few years, things that he deserves to serve time for. But he didn’t deserve to go to prison for helping me. No, I um, was actually pretty distressed at that point. I doubt any of you could understand what it is like to read article after article painting you out to be a monster. To read in the news that you were expelled from your university and disinherited from your family. To sit in a courtroom and know that people you cared about thought you were capable of attacking your friend.” Maybe Shouto was still a little bitter. Anyone who held that against him could go fuck themselves. “I wasn’t alright. I had lost pretty much everything that I thought my life was ever going to be. So no, I wasn’t out breaking my brother out of prison. Or joining the League of Villains. I haven’t been doing anything really. I have spent the last four weeks sitting in my new apartment trying to come to grips with everything that my life has become.”
He hated the lies. Hated how much he reminded himself of his father in that moment. How much it made him feel like the villain that Bakugou said he was going to become. But he had to make this believable. He couldn’t exactly come out and admit to being involved with a major crime on national TV. Especially not one that had caused the death of two prison guards. Burned alive in the back of the prison yard. Shouto took a deep breath. He couldn’t be associated with that. He would be arrested within the hour. Well… they could try to arrest him. He wouldn’t let himself be taken away so easily next time.
Dabi hadn’t deserved to be arrested for proving Shouto’s innocence. Shouto regretted losing control. He regretted getting lost in the drugs he had been given. He regretted the unnecessary loss of life. He regretted the blood on his hands; the way he felt sick every time he remembered the screams that had followed the rage of blue flames he had unleashed in that field. But he did not regret freeing his brother.
“And what about the rumors that you know where your brother is?” Yumi continued.
“I haven’t seen or heard from my brother since before my arrest,” Shouto replied simply. That one was at least, almost true. He had only seen Dabi a handful of times since he had been released, and it was never for as long as he wanted. Dabi had been forced to lay very low these past few weeks. Not just from the heroes who were determined to see him back behind bars, but from the League as well. Although Shigaraki had been quiet for the past few weeks, Shouto had no doubt the villain would go after Dabi if he had the chance.
Shouto released a blast of fire directly toward the golden-eyed man, satisfied as Kai had to drop and roll out of the line of fire. The moment the other man was distracted, Shouto switched out his fire for ice. He created a wall that would block Kai’s view long enough for Shouto to get away. He ran quickly, ducking into a nearby alley and heading back to climb the fence blocking it in. If he continued to use his ice, he would leave a trail for Kai to follow. He needed to put some untraceable space between him and other man. He needed to give himself a moment to think, to figure out a way to incapacitate Overhaul.
He knew Kai was getting tired too. He was starting to see the rash that broke out along the other man’s skin when he was over-using his quirk. Then again, both of Shouto’s arms were starting to thrum as well. Although his endurance for using his quirks, especially his fire, even if he still hated using it, had improved greatly over the past few weeks. But Kai was always his most challenging opponent, and he found himself using larger attacks in his attempts to beat the other man in combat.
Shouto jumped as soon he reached the top of the fence, landing in a crouch and turning the corner around the next building. He couldn’t use his ice, Kai could manipulate it too easily. He couldn’t overhaul Shouto’s fire, but he could easily block it just by touching the ground at his feet. Anything Kai could get a single finger on could become a shield in the blink of an eye.
Shit.
Think, Shouto. Think!
“Have you been in contact with the rest of your family? There was some pretty big news from our #1 hero earlier this week!”
“You mean that he and my mother are expecting a baby?” Shouto replied bitterly. Yes, he had heard about that. On the one-o-clock news along with the rest of Musutafu. “Yes, I did hear that. And I suppose that it sounds like such a great thing. Todoroki Enji, trying to recuperate after the loss of two sons. Starting fresh with a new baby. But I can’t see it that way. My father didn’t lose Dabi or myself. He pushed us away because he was abusive. He will abuse this new baby as well, and everyone will ignore the fact that its happening. Just like they did with me. But I will be watching. I hope you are seeing this today, Endeavor. Mark my word. If you lay a hand on my new brother or sister in anger, no matter their age, I will personally make sure you end up behind bars like you deserve.”
Another lie. If his father abused his younger sibling, Shouto would make sure he wasn’t physically capable of abuse anymore. His hero work be damned.
A strange silence settled over the audience.
“It seems like you and your father aren’t on great terms at the moment. So tell me, if you aren’t at the Todoroki mansion, where are you staying Shouto?” Miss Yumi was good at her job. She could see the interview getting too tense, too political. This was a gossip show, and she needed to keep things light if she wanted to keep her ratings up.
“I am living in an apartment with my boyfriend.” Shouto replied, to another chorus of exclamations from the audience.
Shouto dodged behind the dumpster in the next alley. He had to wear Kai out. Enough to get close to him, take him out with a pressure point. Shouto was not going to be able to overwhelm him with his quirk alone. But he also wasn’t going to be able to keep using large-scale attacks. If he could use the landscape around him though...
Cars. If he could lure Kai close enough, and then explode a car or two with his fire. Kai would be forced to block the explosion. Shouto could attack at the opportune moment, and if he could just get his thumb onto the right spot on Kai’s neck, he could take the other man down, ending the fight as the victor.
He just needed one good distraction.
“Your boyfriend?” Yumi practically purred, obviously pleased by the change of pace. “And here I was beginning to think that none of the rumors going around about you were true. Tell me, is this your boyfriend?
A moment later the screen changed, going away from Dabi’s mugshot and switching to a picture of Kai and him walking out of the trial. Kai’s arm was protectively cradled around his waist, and he was using his other hand to block a journalist from pushing a microphone into Shouto’s face. That day felt like such a blur in his mind. He looked distraught, still clothed in his horrible tan jumpsuit and Dabi’s black jacket. But Kai… Kai looked as handsome as ever.
“Yes,” Shouto replied, hoping that Kai wouldn’t be too unhappy about the reveal. He was somewhere behind the scenes here, but Shouto was certain that he was watching.
“So those articles are true? You are gay? That would make you the second hero to come out as gay this month!”
Hawks. Hawks had finally come out as gay on national television a week after Dabi’s escape. Shouto couldn’t help but wonder what spurred the winged hero to finally come out after so many years, but he suspected that it had to do with seeing Dabi again. He didn’t know what was said between them, but Dabi had mentioned that Hawks had spoken to him after his arrest. It didn’t seem as if the reunion had gone well, though.
“It would, if I were gay.” Shouto replied bluntly. “I am actually bisexual. And I am no longer planning to become a hero.”
After a good bit of running through the city, Shouto finally found what he was looking for. An intersection with multiple cars sitting at the traffic lights. He didn’t waste time, knowing that Kai was getting weary as well. If Shouto was looking for a way to end this fight quickly, it was likely that Kai was doing the same.
Shouto chose the front car, lighting it up with his fire before ducking back behind a building nearby. He was certain that Kai would come to investigate the flames, looking for any sign of Shouto among the quiet cityscape. He readied his fire, prepared to light up the next car in line the moment the golden-eyed man came into view.
What he didn’t expect was the sudden constriction of metal around his body.
“Not planning on becoming a hero?” Yumi had seemed genuinely surprised at that. “With a quirk as strong as yours? What else are you hoping to do, Shouto?”
Shouto looked out toward the audience. How could any of them understand his decision?
“I don’t know,” Shouto said, another half-truth. Most Yakuza members had actual jobs. Very few made enough through the Yakuza to forego other work. Shouto hadn’t decided what exactly he wanted to do. The amount of yen he was set to receive from his defamation and misconduct lawsuits was enough to keep him well off for a few years, even after an extremely generous donation to the Yakuza as a thanks for their role in his trial. Although it was unlikely that he would see much of that money for a little while. Hagiwara was doing his best to settle the cases outside of court, but the amount of red-tape, and paperwork, and complete bullshit to get anything with the cases resolved was insane. “We will see what opportunities come around.”
A soft bell dinged from somewhere on set. A very brief look of annoyance crossing over Miss Yumi’s face. But Shouto couldn’t feel more relieved. The interview was finally over. He could get off of this over-lit, stuffy stage.
“It looks like that is all the time that we have for today!” Miss Yumi said, her cheerful smile plastered back onto her face. “But I have to say that I am just fascinated with these changes in you, Shouto. And I’m sure that our viewers are as well! I wish that we had more time together this afternoon, I have about a hundred more questions!” She laughed, the audience laughing along with her. “It’s not everyday you get to speak to someone who went from hero to villain and back again! I do hope that you will come to see us again soon, Shouto. Perhaps we can talk about more of your new goals! And maybe a bit more about that handsome man you are dating!” A series of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ came from the audience at that.
Of course people would be more interested in his sex life than in anything else he had said. He shouldn’t have expected any more out of a talk show.
“Perhaps,” Shouto replied.
Shouto struggled against the cage, unleashing a burst of ice in an attempt to push it away from him, but the frost-bitten metal held strong. He twisted and turned, realizing that his arms had been captured in the warped frame of the fire escape from the building he had hidden behind. He continued to struggle as he heard the building groaning, shifting behind him as Kai forced it to create a staircase for his descent.
Shouto pushed outward once more with his ice, but Kai was already there, overhauling his ice into snow as quickly as he could form it.
Shouto was trapped.
He had lost.
"You told me you could beat me this week," Kai noted, breathing hard.
Shouto struggled against the metal encircling him, looking up as Kai touched his cheek.
"I misjudged your last maneuver. A mistake I won't make again, Overhaul. I am going to beat you." Shouto said, steeling his voice, trying to ignore the way that Kai drug his fingers down his neck. Shouto ignored the thrum of arousal that coursed through him at the intimate touch. A touch that changed in an instant as Kai moved his hand up to grip Shouto’s jaw tightly.
"That is what you said last time, little fox," Kai sneered, his eyes dropping to Shouto's mouth as he ran a thumb along Shouto's lower lip. "And yet, here we are. Yield." The fingers tightened on Shouto's jaw.
Shouto refused to admit defeat. Shouto met his gaze, eyes defiant. He may have lost, but he was certain he had held out almost twice as long as any of his previous fights with Overhaul.
"Yield," Kai repeated, his voice thick and deep. So like the control he had over Shouto in the dark of their bedroom. It wasn't a question. It wasn't an offer. It was a command. And his body responded instinctively, begging him to succumb to it.
Then Overhaul moved just slightly. Enough to set a single finger on the twisted ladder. The metal shifted around him, and suddenly a sharp chunk was pressed up against Shouto’s neck, forcing his head back at an awkward angle.
“Yield, Fenikkusu,” Overhaul demanded, his voice getting sharp. The other man was done playing games. Shouto could feel the sharp point of the metal digging into the soft skin of his throat. This was a legitimate threat. Shouto had learned the hard way that Kai did not play games during these trainings. He could kill Shouto, and bring him back with a single touch if he wished. A little pain, or even an injury, was nothing to him.
Shouto nodded.
“I yield,” he said, his voice soft as he tried not to move his neck against the sharp metal.
Kai touched the ladder, disintegrating it in rust. Shouto fell to his knees at the sudden lack of stability around him.
Fuck.
He had lost.
“I will beat you one day, Kai,” Shouto said, reaching up to touch his throat. He could feel a tiny cut where the metal had pushed into his skin. These fights were almost too real. Sometimes Shouto forgot they were just sparring. Much like the USJ, the Yakuza had a training center that was hidden underground that allowed them to train in insanely life-like scenarios. But unlike UA, there was no built-in safety features. You could die in this training center if someone wished you too.
“Perhaps next time,” Kai replied. “But you need to pay better attention to your surroundings.”
Shouto nodded, pushing himself up to stand. He knew Kai was right. Shouto was great at using his surroundings to boost his quirks, but he tended to get too focused. He lost track if that part of his environment was no longer in his immediate battle plans. He needed to learn how to be more aware, to think more broadly about his surroundings.
Especially fighting Kai.
“Do you feel better, at least?” Kai asked after a moment. He knew the other man was referring to the interview. He had hated it. Hated every moment of it. Every question. Why did rumors and gossip have to be such a big deal? Why couldn’t people be content to deal with their own shit, to not care who was doing what? Or who was sleeping with who?
But between the weed and the fight, Shouto was feeling a little better. Physically tired, but better.
“Yeah,” he replied, following Kai as they made their way through the empty streets to the entrance. “I guess so. I would feel even better if I had won.”
“Than you will have to try harder next time,” Kai replied, glancing back at him with a grin. “Are you up for a little more tonight?” Kai asked. “We could go to the club for a few hours before heading home. Dabi will be there.”
“Dabi?” Shouto asked, concerned. Shigaraki kept tabs on that club. Why in the hell would Dabi risk going there? “Isn’t he still supposed to be laying low? Shigaraki knows about that club.”
“Dabi is a big boy,” Kai replied. “He insisted. Even after I offered to send over some company for the night. He’s bored. Wants to get out of the apartment for a bit. Besides, Shigaraki hates that club. And he doesn’t bother coming up to the third floor, which is where we will be. I know you have been wanting to see him again.”
Shouto nodded. It was stupid. And probably really fucking reckless. But he knew it could be impossible to reason with his brother. The least they could do is be there in case of trouble.
Besides, the club meant that he could probably refresh his high. And Shouto wasn’t opposed to the idea of a little something else to take his mind off the day…
* * * * * *
Dabi wasn’t there when they first arrived at the club. It was slower, although that was probably a good thing. Probably part of why Dabi chose tonight. Shigaraki would be a lot less likely to expect Dabi to go out on a Monday night; there was also a lot less people to risk recognizing Dabi as he moved through the club on his way in and out. Kai almost immediately got pulled into a political debate with Hojo and Setsuno that Shouto had zero interest in, so Shouto ended up smoking a joint with Chronostasis, who name was actually Kurono, and a woman named Yokubo. She was a few years older than Shouto. She was very tall, and looked remarkably like Momo, if maybe not quite so curvaceous, which immediately peaked Shouto’s interest. She had streaks of purple in her long, black hair that hung down to her lower back. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and a purple tank that matched her hair. Yokubo worked as a secretary in the ministry of finance. She had been in a Yakuza for just over a year and was apparently in an on-again, off-again relationship with the white-haired man. And a few other members of the Yakuza as well.
She was quite intrigued by Shouto, and convinced him to dance with her after Kurono declined the offer. So they left the rest of the joint to the white-haired man, and she swayed and twisted against Shouto in the middle of the room. The Yakuza’s room in the club was nothing like the main floor. It was relatively small, with a few large couches seated around the main area. There was a small bar in the back, although it was unmanned tonight for such an informal gathering. Otherwise, there were a few doors that Shouto assumed led to private rooms or offices. Music played from a small speaker system overhead, and Yokubo didn’t seem to care that there was no official dance floor as her high slowly took effect.
She was a very good dancer, and obviously familiar with the music from the club scene. With the haze of the weed washing over him, Shouto had to focus not to get a full hard-on as she danced against him, and she honestly danced circles around him. Shouto got so distracted with her body against his that he didn’t even notice when Dabi arrived until he looked up to see Dabi relaxing on the couch next to Kurono. He was smoking a cigarette, leaned way back with his legs spread wide as he watched them. As usual, Dabi had dressed up for the night out, and, also as usual, he looked damn good.
Yokubo noticed his distraction, her gaze following his.
“Dabi! You’re finally back!” Yokubo exclaimed, her face lighting up at the sight of his brother. She smiled, wiping the sweat away from her forehead before swooping her hair over one shoulder and going over to sit on his lap. Apparently they already knew each other, quite well if the way she draped her body against his was any indication.
“You looked good out there Yokubo,” Dabi replied, his free hand wrapping around her waist, pushing up her tanktop just enough to rest his fingers against her naked skin. “You too, Shouto,” he added, glancing back up to meet Shouto’s eyes.
She giggled slightly in response.
“Did you bring me anything special, Dabi?” She asked, tracing a finger down the gray V-neck T-shirt he was wearing.
Drugs. Dabi must be her drug-dealer.
Shouto smirked slightly as he pushed his hair back, glancing over, glad to see that Kai was finally alone on the other couch. Apparently the entire room had been watching the two of them dance for a little while. Kai had undone the top few buttons on his shirt, a thin silver chain laying against his skin. Shouto made his way over, watching Kai’s gaze travel over his body, lingering on the front of Shouto’s jeans. After a moment, he glanced up with a knowing, sultry smile.
Shouto blushed as he hurried to sit down next to the other man. Apparently he hadn’t done as good of a job not getting an erection as he thought. Kai’s hand came to rest on his thigh, squeezing it.
“Of course I did,” Dabi replied, handing her the cigarette, which she happily took over smoking as he adjusted them both slightly to pull something out of his pocket. It was a small bag of colorful pills. Probably ecstasy, which seemed to be Dabi’s drug of choice when he wanted something with a bit more kick than weed. “What kind of a night out would it be otherwise?” She grinned at him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek as she took the bag.
“I will be right back,” She said, standing up and disappearing behind the bar for a few minutes. She returned a moment later holding a bottle of vodka. She climbed back into Dabi’s lap, taking one of the pills and washing it down with a shot right off the bottle, wincing as she swallowed the bitter alcohol. Dabi watched her, his eyes on her mouth as she pulled the bottle away, drops of vodka shining on her lips. He leaned forward, licking them off before taking the bottle gently out of her hands. Shouto watched, very intrigued, as she took a second pill, placing it on Dabi’s tongue, giggling as he playfully nipped at her fingers when she tried to pull them away. Dabi grinned at her before he also washed the pill down with a long drink of vodka, shaking his head to mask his reaction to the strong liquid.
Dabi handed the bottle over to Kurono. The white-haired man took it as Yokubo shifted, crawling off of Dabi to straddle Kurono’s lap. The movement forced her skirt to climb up her thighs, stretching tightly over her ass as she placed a pill in his mouth, tracing his lips with her slim finger before sitting back enough that he could wash it down with the alcohol. Than she leaned over, kissing him deeply before climbing out of his lap.
Yokubo came over to Kai next, and Shouto was mildly surprised to see him allow her to sit on his lap, her naked calves coming up to rest over Shouto’s thighs as she did. Kai was gay, and Shouto had never seen him express any sexual interest in women. But he still allowed her to place a single white pill on his tongue, taking the bottle of vodka to wash it down. She had definitely seemed more hesitant to be playful with him, but she openly stared at his handsome face while he took his shot. Shouto wondered if this was the closest the Yakuza leader had ever allowed the woman to get before. Kai took a second shot of the vodka before handing the bottle to Shouto. That seemed to snap Yokubo out of her trance, and suddenly she was climbing into Shouto’s lap, just as she had done with Chronostasis. Shouto felt Kai’s arm tense beside him, but the other man didn’t stop her from settling herself directly over Shouto’s crotch. She smiled at him, taking a pill and holding it up to his lips. Shouto obediently opened his mouth, letting the woman place it on his tongue. He brought the bottle up to his lips, very aware of the heat of her pussy against his jeans as he took a shot of the bitter alcohol off the bottle.
She took the bottle from him, taking a second shot as well before standing back up and returning to Kurono’s lap.
It didn’t take long for Shouto to feel the effects. Between the weed, and the vodka, and the ecstasy, Shouto felt a blissful haze washing over him. The music continued to blare from the speakers, and it wasn’t long before Yokubo was dancing again. The dance this time was much more erotic, positioned in front of the two men on the other couch. Shouto couldn’t take his eyes off the girl as she pulled her shirt off, her hips swaying sensually to the beat. He knew Kai was watching him watch her, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. Her body was beautiful. And he drank in every inch of naked skin as she took off her black bra next, her pert, round breasts glistening in the dimmed light. Then she turned around as she danced, and she had an intricate sternum tattoo that started between her breasts and swooped down to decorate the top of her stomach, displayed enticingly as she put her arms above her head. She had her head back, long black hair swaying with her body, eyes closed, lost in the same hazy bliss that Shouto could feel settling over him.
He could feel Kai’s hand on his thigh.
Shouto watched, entranced. He wasn’t sure how long she danced like that, her short skirt bunched up around her hips, her naked breasts with her dark nipples, the slim curve of her waist. Eventually Chronostasis spread his legs out, leaning way back in his chair as he began to undo his pants. He motioned for her to come to him, and Shouto watched as she obediently went down to her hands and knees, crawling forward until she was between the white-haired man’s legs. Shouto could feel Kai’s mouth on his neck as he watched her crawl. Her skirt didn’t quite cover her ass, or the flimsy black thong that went up between her pussy lips, so thin that it did very little to hide the beautiful pink skin underneath it.
“Do you like her, little fox?” Kai whispered in his ear.
Shouto nodded as he watched her reach up, pulling Kurono’s cock out. She looked up, locking eyes with Kurono as she arched her back and wasted no time before wrapping her lips around it. The white-haired man moaned, his head falling back against the couch as hers started to bob up and down. Shouto felt that moan in his cock, tilting his head to the side to give Kai better access to suck on his neck.
Fuck. He felt good.
The woman swayed her hips enticingly as she licked and sucked up and down Kurono’s cock, her long hair draped down her back and falling beautifully over her cheeks as she moved. Yokubo’s hand snaked up underneath Kurono’s shirt, pushing it slowly up to reveal his taut abs as she touched him. She moaned as Chronostasis began to move his hips slightly against her mouth.
Dabi moved, standing up off the couch and kneeling down behind her. Shouto’s cock pulsed with interest as Dabi pushed her skirt up the last few inches, revealing the rest of her black thong. Shouto could see the way that her pussy glistened around the dark fabric. She was already wet. The woman moaned loudly around Kurono’s cock, making the man moan as well. Kai’s hand was sliding underneath Shouto’s T-shirt, tracing lines up and down his body, his long fingers digging possessively into his skin.
Shouto’s body thrummed with pleasure. He watched as Dabi leaned back, undoing his pants and pushing them down just enough to pull out his pierced cock. Shouto could still remember how good it felt to have his brother’s cock inside of him. Dabi nestled his cock into the contour of her ass, sliding it downward to stroke the crevice of her ass with his barbells, his cock getting fully hard as he did. Then Dabi leaned down, nuzzling his face into the top of her ass where her thong rested as he pushed his hands upward, fingers outstretched until they came to rest on her shoulder blades. He took the tiny string of fabric that was the top of her thong in between his teeth and promptly bit the fabric in half, ruining her panties. He drug his fingers back down her spine, over her skirt, and hooked his pinkies into the dangling fabric of the thong in order to slide it down her thighs, pulling it off her body. Shouto’s fingers clenched as he admired the slick folds of her naked pussy.
Dabi grabbed her hips, lining himself up and slowly pushing his cock deep into her wet sex. She moaned deeply on Kurono’s cock as Dabi filled her. Shouto could see her thighs quivering as every stud on his cock passed into her heat. Kurono reached up, meeting Dabi’s eyes as he wrapped a hand into her long hair, using it to push her further down onto his cock as Dabi started to fuck in and out of her.
Shouto groaned. Fuck. Watching the two men take her. He needed more than touching. He wanted to feel Kai inside of him.
He started to stand up, but Kai’s grip on him tightened, holding him in place.
“Not yet, Shouto,” Kai whispered against his skin. “I know you are enjoying this. Watching her get taken, watching your brother fuck her wet pussy. You remember what she’s feeling, don’t you?” Kai’s hand had started to trail lower, undoing Shouto’s pants and slipping down into the waist band of his underwear, wrapping his hand around Shouto’s cock to very slowly stroke it. “Keep watching.” Shouto was already so aroused that the moment Kai took his cock into his hand, Shouto felt himself grow fully hard against the other man’s touch.
Shouto moaned. He enjoyed the feeling of Kai teasing him as he watched the two men across from him fuck Yokubo. God she was so beautiful this way, her tits swayed with each thrust of Dabi into her, pushing her mouth down onto Kurono’s cock. She took the two men so well, and Shouto watched Dabi’s cock slide in and out of her, glistening with her sex, his hands cradled around her hips. Dabi’s mouth was slightly open, his eyes closed as he enjoyed her heat. Kurono was moaning more and more, and Shouto guessed that the man was close as he used her hair to push her mouth up and down his cock, going faster and faster.
Yokubo’s hand moved to clutch into Kurono’s shirt, pulling him down toward her as she moaned wantonly.
Shouto’s cock pulsed as Kai continued to stroke it, pre-cum dribbling down onto Kai’s fingers. It felt so good. But it wasn’t enough. The heat of Kai’s mouth on his neck wasn’t enough. The older man was purposely going too slow, his strokes teasing and light. Dammit. Shouto wanted more. He wanted to be fucked.
“Please,” He moaned. “Overhaul… I… fuck, I want you.” He rocked his hips up, trying to increase the speed of Kai touching him as Kurono came with a choked off growl, pushing his cock so far down the woman’s throat that Shouto could see the slight bulge of it in her thin neck.
Kai bit him harshly, pushing his hips back down.
Shouto moaned at the feeling of Kai’s teeth biting harshly into his skin. Kai pulled his hand away from Shouto’s cock, Shouto whimpering at the loss until Kai pushed his fingers against his lips and into his mouth. Shouto moaned at the taste of his own arousal, sucking on Kai’s fingers as the other man slowly fucked them in and out of his mouth. He watched as Kurono finally let the woman go, Dabi increasing his pace as she pulled off of the white-haired man’s cock. Shouto could see the saliva dripping down her chin as she wiped it away. Dabi adjusted, leaning over her to take one of her beautiful tits in his hand, pinching and teasing the nipple as he continued to fuck her. His other hand replaced Kurono’s, tangling into her long hair and turning her head just slightly so that he could see the side of her face as fucked her, her lips wet and swollen. Her eyes fluttered, her pupils blown out with lust as they rolled back in her head. Her lips parted slightly, her cheek sliding against Kurono’s lap as Dabi increased the urgency of his thrusts.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, the smell of sex starting to wash over Shouto as he watched them.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Dabi groaned. “You feel… nnnggh…”
Shouto groaned. He wanted to be in her place. God, he wanted to be there in front of Dabi. His brother praising him and filling him up, those fucking piercings teasing him as they rocked in and out of his body.
"Fuck, Shouto," Kai whispered, nipping lightly along the outside of his ear as he pulled his fingers out of Shouto’s mouth and slid them back down to caress his cock once more. "You are dripping. I cannot wait to have you on my cock."
Yokubo was whimpering and moaning, desperately chanting 'Yes, yes!' as Dabi fucked her. Shouto could see the perspiration building up on Dabi's forehead, and on her lower back as it arched in the low light. He could see the strain in Dabi's lower stomach.
God. He wished his brother was naked.
"Kai," Shouto groaned as the man moved his attention to Shouto's balls, stroking and playing with them as they watched the lewd scene in front of them. It wasn't enough! "Please!"
"Patience, little fox," Kai murmured in his ear, his fingers stroking and teasing and bringing Shouto to the edge of desperation. "He's close. Don't you want to watch your brother finish?"
Shouto writhed against Kai's touch, desperately pushing against the other man's strength to relieve some of the aching need for release. He curled his hand around Kai's thigh, struggling not to reach up and start stroking himself as Dabi's thrusts grew more and more erratic. Shouto didn't have permission to touch himself yet, and so he settled on grinding against Kai’s fingers.
Dabi suddenly pulled Yokubo up and back against him, so that her head came to rest against his shoulder. He let go of her hair, reaching around to wrap his fingers over her throat, his other hand still buried into the soft flesh of her breast. His thrusts only quickened as she reach back to desperately grab at his ass as he entered her. Her other breast was dancing wildly in the low light.
“Fuck! Yes!” Yokubo moaned into the side of Dabi’s neck, her body tensing and convulsing, her chest heaving as she orgasmed around him. She cried lewdly into his neck as she came. Dabi growled, biting down into the soft flesh of her shoulder his body tensed. She arched her ass against him as his thrusts grew erratic and he was cumming into her.
Fuck! God! Shouto groaned. Watching his brother dominate her was so sexy. He needed to be touched, stroked, fucked... Pleasure radiated out from Kai's fingers against his skin, teasing him with the knowledge of how much more he could have.
Dabi buried his head into her hair as his thrusts slowed down, his cock falling out of her as he went soft, the last few pulses of his orgasm dripping out onto her thigh. Shouto could hear his brother’s ragged breathing as Dabi finally sat back on his knees, admiring the site of his cum dripping down the woman's pussy.
Dabi leaned back, reaching over to snag a pack of cigarettes off the table. He pulled out a single cigarette, tossing the pack on the couch next to Kurono. His cock was still pulsing as he put the cigarette between his lips. His head was tilted all the way back, resting upon the back of the sofa, as he used his blue flame to light the cigarette. Once the cherry began to glow, Dabi lowered his head and leveled his eyes to watch Shouto and Kai where they were entangled. He took a long drag from the cigarette and locked Shouto’s gaze in the low light. After a moment, Dabi’s eyes dropped down to where Kai had his hands down the front of Shouto’s pants, the tip of Shouto’s cock, flushed and leaking and desperate, peeking out of the top of his underwear as Kai stroked it.
"Dabi. Bring her..." Kai commanded, his voice thick with desire. Dabi turned his head to look at her once more, taking another long drag of his cigarette as he met her gaze. She had reached down, her fingers wiping at the cum that was dribbling out of her. Dabi nodded, tilting his head toward Shouto and Kai. Shouto watched as Yokubo stood up, her legs trembling for a moment. She brought her fingers up to her mouth to taste Dabi as she started to walk forward. Dabi stood up just after her, his cock still glistening with their sex as he joined her. He passed her the cigarette, and she took it between her sticky fingers, taking a deep drag before handing it back.
The scent of cigarettes and sex followed the pair as they came to stand before Kai and Shouto.
Kurono had lit one of the cigarettes Dabi had left behind, lounging and watching them lazily from across the room.
"Overhaul," Yokubo smiled sultrily at him as she spoke, her voice rough from having her throat fucked. Her chest was even more beautiful up close, flushed a deep red from the sex.
"Get down on your knees," Kai directed. She glanced down at Shouto's partially exposed cock, sinking down to her knees in front of him. "You too." Kai added, leveling his eyes at Dabi, watching until his instructions were followed. Dabi met Shouto's eyes as he sunk down to his knees behind her, his eye’s half-lidded, his head tilted back just slightly to take another deep drag of the cigarette.
Shouto moaned lowly at the sight. It sent a thrill through him. The idea of being at the mercy of the two men. Fuck, he wanted this. He would do anything for them.
“I saw you watching us, Shouto,” Yokubo purred as she met his eyes. She traced her thumb sensually across her lower lip. “Do you want to taste him?”
Shouto nodded, his breath catching in his chest at her bold sexuality. Damn. This was no Yakuza plaything. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she knew exactly how to get it.
She moved closer, but just before she pressed her naked chest against him, she glanced over at Kai. A silent plead for permission from the golden-eyed man. When no protest followed, she reached up, taking Shouto’s jaw gently into her hand and leaned forward to kiss him. Her nipples dangled just over his cock as she moved her lips against him. She tasted like strawberry chapstick and Dabi. Fuck, she tasted like Dabi. Shouto reached up, wrapping his hands around her neck and pulling her mouth hungrily against his, his hips grinding against Kai’s fingers as he dipped his tongue in between her sweet lips and methodically licked the last traces of his brother from her mouth. His tongue traced along her teeth just as she pulled away, a wanton grin on her face as she looked at him. She bit her lower lip, waiting for direction.
"Stand up, little fox," Kai whispered, letting go of Shouto's cock and pulling his hands away. Shouto obeyed quickly, the room swaying around him as he stood. Kai helped him, pulling his pants down and helping him step out of them. Yokubo helped as well, giggling as she was faced with Shouto’s naked cock. She slipped out a tongue, mewling playfully as she licked the pre-cum from the tip. Shouto moaned, his thoughts immediately filled with the desire to press his cock in between her beautiful, lush lips.
Dabi had pushed her dark hair to the side, kissing the side of her neck.
“Prep him,” Kai demanded, and Shouto could hear him shuffling behind them, the sound of his zipper. The sound went straight to his cock.
Shouto grabbed onto Dabi’s shoulder to hold himself up. The room was continuing to sway slowly around him.
“How would you like him prepped?” she asked playfully.
“Let me show you, darling,” Dabi replied, his voice thick. He met Shouto’s eyes one more time, and his blue pupils were dark with lust. Like he had wanted to do this again as much as Shouto did. Like he had been waiting for the chance to touch Shouto’s body once more. Shouto wanted it too. His cock pulsed at the thought.
Dabi took the womans hand, curling up all but two fingers. Those he guided down toward her pussy, and she turned to look at Dabi, her lips parted, almost touching Dabi’s as she cooed at his direction. He gently pushed Yokubo’s fingers up inside of herself. The sound of her pleasure dripped with carnal desire, and Shouto cursed in response as he realized that Dabi was coating her fingers in his cum in order to help the woman prep him to take Kai’s cock. Dabi moved her hand up and down, making the woman whimper and fuck herself for a few moments before pulling her glistening fingers out and guiding her hand up behind Shouto. Shouto closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Dabi’s hand pulling his buttocks apart, the tentative press of her two fingers against his entrance. She leaned forward, Kissing Shouto’s cock where it stood up against his stomach, and giggling as she pushed those two fingers in to the first knuckle.
Shouto was well aware of Kai behind them, his eyes glued to Shouto’s ass as he watched Dabi help guide the woman’s fingers into him. She moved in small, tentative circles as she slowly pushed deeper and deeper.
“Yeah, like that,” Dabi encouraged her. “He likes to be touched like that.”
“He’s tight,” she murmured, and Shouto’s hand moved off of Dabi, wrapping into her hair. He pressed her face up against his cock, enjoying the warmth of her breath on his shaft. He wanted her mouth. Fuck did he want her mouth.
“Yes, he’s very tight,” Dabi agreed huskily. Then those beautiful fingers were suddenly fucking in and out of him, pushing further into him, coating his ass in Dabi’s cum, stretching him for Kai’s cock.
“Help her,” Kai commanded, his voice strained. Shouto could hear the desire in his voice.
Shouto opened his eyes, meeting Dabi’s grinning face as his brother reached down between the womans legs to coat two of his fingers in the sticky mess between her thighs. Shouto couldn’t look away as Dabi reached around, a third finger sliding into him alongside the woman’s two eager ones. She pushed slightly against Shouto’s grip in her hair, moving enough take the tip of his cock into her mouth, suckling on the head as Dabi forced his finger between her two, scissoring them apart to start stretching Shouto more. She made happy mewling noises as she licked up each pulse of pre-cum out of his desperate cock. Shouto’s grip in her hair was so tight he knew it must be hurting, but it was all he could do to stop himself from pushing his cock down her throat and fucking it until he came all over her pretty mouth.
“Please,” he moaned. He was so turned on. He was ready! He needed more!
A fourth finger pushed into him, and Shouto moaned as Dabi’s attention grew more forceful. His brother’s touch was rough and possessive as he scissored his fingers outward, and Shouto cried out as Dabi suddenly hit his prostate. The surge of pleasure that washed over him felt surreal. His fingers were tingling, and his body was begging for release, sparking like electricity up and down his spine. The high was making his thoughts cloudy, beautiful and filled with sinful desire.
“Enough,” Kai demanded.
Yes! Fuck! Finally!
Dabi and Yokubo’s fingers were pulled out of him. Shouto felt Kai’s hands on his waist, letting himself be guided backward. Kai pulled Shouto back onto his lap, lining himself up to push inside of Shouto as he did. Shouto cried out blissfully as Kai filled him, pulling him slowly down until every inch of the golden-eyed man’s cock was buried inside of Shouto’s body. Shouto felt Kai’s teeth sink into the back of his neck as he gave Shouto a moment to adjust.
Just as Kai started to move slowly, rocking his hips up and into Shouto, Dabi guided Yokubo’s head down to take Shouto back into her mouth. Shouto cried out as the motion of Kai’s body forced his cock deep into the wet heat of her throat. She grabbed onto Shouto’s thighs to brace herself, and Shouto felt pulses of desire leaking out onto her tongue as Kai’s cock massaged his prostate with every thrust. Dabi used one hand to hold her head in place for Shouto’s pleasure, his other hand disappearing. But if the woman’s sloppy moans were anything to go by, his brother was fucking his fingers up into her wet pussy.
“Fuck!” Shouto cried out, wrapping his hands into her hair beside Dabi’s as Kai movements forced him to fuck her mouth, slow and deep. “Yes! God! Yes!” His head was pushing in and out of her tight throat. She didn’t move her mouth, allowing him to take it as he wanted. Shouto could see the saliva starting to drip down her lips and chin as she did her best not to choke and gag on his cock. Shouto was already close; the feeling of her mouth on his cock, and of Kai deep inside of him, it was all too much. Shouto’s wasn’t going to last long. Especially if Kai kept hitting those nerves deep inside of him, each thrust sent a wave of pleasure washing over his body.
“Shouto,” Kai growled, and suddenly Yokubo was crying out around his cock. Shouto realized that she was cumming again, Dabi’s fingers buried up inside of her. It was too much, it pushed him over the edge, and Shouto’s orgasm crashed over him. He cried out, pushing her mouth deep onto his cock as his body convulsed and he came down her throat. Kai’s fingers dug into his waist as pleasure shot through his body, the feeling of Kai’s cock almost too much as he increased his speed, pushing relentlessly into Shouto’s overstimulated prostate. Shouto let go of her head as his cock went soft, stretching his hands behind him to try to find purchase in Kai’s hair. Shouto forced the other man to lean forward against him, the feeling of being fucked over-shadowing everything else. It was too much, and yet he didn’t want Kai to stop. He wanted the man to take him, to find pleasure in his body and to empty himself deep inside of Shouto.
Dabi was kissing Yokubo, his tongue pushing deep into her mouth, moaning lewdly as he tasted Shouto on her.
Then suddenly Kai’s fingers dug harshly into his hips, his cock thrusting up into Shouto with jerky, forceful movements as he came. Kai’s teeth sunk once more into the back of Shouto’s neck as he ground up into Shouto’s sensitive body. Shouto rocked his hips back to meet the other man, wanting to make Kai feel good. After a moment, Kai’s grip on his waist loosened. Shouto could feel Kai’s cock starting to fall out of him, the slick feeling of cum dripping down his ass and probably leaving a mess all over Kai’s soft cock.
Fuck.
Shouto shifted, his thoughts lost in a fog of pleasure as he climbed out of Kai’s lap to sit on the couch next to him.
This was exactly what he had needed.