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RIOT

“You thought you could rat on me and get away with it, is that right?” The sniveling piece of shit at his feet whimpers pitifully, but doesn’t answer. His face is already bruising under the dim lights of the dingy abandoned warehouse. It’s one of Riot’s many properties, purchased and kept under a different name, specifically for purposes like this. He gives a solid kick to the man’s ribs, which are undoubtedly already cracked in multiple places. The man used to be one of his better employees. Key words: Used to. Soon, the asshole will be weighted and chucked to the bottom of the ocean. Riot grabs a rag from a nearby steel work table, and wipes at his bloodied knuckles. He scowls when he looks down and sees the spots littering his suit jacket. Fuck…another perfectly good suit ruined.

“I-I swear I didn’t,” the man below him gurgles, panting as blood pours from his nose, staining the dirty concrete floor. Riot’s almost surprised that Mineta’s face isn’t caved in from his hardened fist. Riot supposes he probably held back…just so that he could enjoy this a little longer. “I-I didn’t tell nobody,” the cretin continues to whine nasally.

Riot crouches down in front of the blubbering man, glances at his tear and snot stained face and snarls, “You’re the only one I told about the shipment, so tell me why police swarmed the location and yet you were nowhere to be found? Hmmmm? You were supposed to be there to facilitate the drop, but conveniently you were missing when the raid happened. Smells like a fucking rat to me…” Riot reaches out and pinches the cartilage in the traitor’s nose and twists viciously, causing a warbled scream to echo in the empty warehouse.

“I h-had to, th-they were g-gonna put m-me away, B-boss…” Mineta stutters out between clenched teeth and closed eyes. More blood gushing from his now mangled nostrils. Riot’s grins menacingly… there it fuckin’ is. He grips Mineta’s head between his hands. If one didn’t know better, they would say that the hold was intimate and sweet.

“I could have gotten you out, yet you chose your own skin…This is the least you deserve,” Riot growls softly and then hardens into his unbreakable form and squeezes Mineta’s head until he feels the skull crack and crumble with a sickening crunch. The scream being torn from the wretch’s throat is music to Riot’s ears as he tightens his hands until utter silence descends and the pulp of brain matter and blood squishes between his fingertips.

He stands after he’s satisfied and grabs the same rag as before. While wiping his hands, he turns to Kaminari standing guard next to the rusted entrance. “Call in the cleaners, I wan–”

A whisper of soft hurried footsteps catches his attention and his head snaps toward the sound deeper in the cavernous space. Everything is mostly hidden in shadow as only the one overhead fluorescent light is functional. He turns back to Kaminari who has his hands out and his stance ready.

“We’re the only ones here…or should be. Want me to check it out?” Kaminari doesn’t look at him directly, but is scanning the darkened space. 

“Let’s find them,” Riot commands and begins moving across the concrete, his own steel toed boots loud in the space as he breaks into a run toward the darkened door towards the rear of the warehouse. There’s only three ways in and out of the building: The front door which had been guarded, a back door and the rear bay roll top door. He immediately heads for the rear entrance, knowing that whoever it is won’t have time to get the rickety, rusted roll top to open fully. Someone had been watching and he didn’t get as far as he had with witnesses alive to tell about it. They won’t get away.

Kaminari is hot on his heels as they rush through the darkened doorway leading into what used to be an automotive storage and maintenance bay. It’s nearly pitch black in the space, the only illumination is the moon showing through the glass windows near the top of the warehouse walls. Riot carefully navigates the rusted fixtures and machinery, and hardens his skin in anticipation. He’s barely able to make out the rear door, which still has a rusted chain and padlock attached. So they’re not getting out that way. Their only option is to fight their way to the front or risk opening the roll top door that may or may not function at all.

Riot stops still and puts a hand out to stop Kaminari in his tracks. They both strain their hearing for any signs of movement. Riot scans from one end of the space to the other, but sees nothing. “We know you’re in here, come on out!” Riot calls into the space, but there’s no response, not even a slight shift of clothing or soft puffs of quiet breaths. Riot takes a step forward and his boot steps onto something soft. Surprised, he leans down and feels with his fingers until it meets something with a fabric texture. He’s been in this space during daylight hours and knows that whatever it is is new. There was nothing in this warehouse the last time he was in here a couple of weeks ago, so someone has been in here. He pulls out his phone and illuminates the flashlight, shining it down below him. There’s what he can only describe as a pile of blankets with two ratty rucksacks at the head like pillows. There’s a couple cans of food partially opened sitting on the concrete next to the bundle. Squatters. He calls Kaminari over and the two of them stare at the makeshift camp setup on the warehouse floor.

Kaminari raises a brow in the dim light and steps closer to inspect. “Boss, I was just in here about earlier today with Jirou. This wasn’t here.”

Riot nods and hums thoughtfully. Unfortunately, this individual picked a real shitty spot to call home. No matter…no witnesses, no problems.

A clang rings loudly off the walls when something falls and Riot turns to the sound. “You have no way out! We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you’re trapped.”

He shines the flashlight in the direction of the noise and Kaminari does the same. There’s a couple of leftover oil barrels in the corner of the dark space and an old torque wrench laying on the floor in front. Riot cautiously steps closer when he hears quiet whispering. Is the person talking to themselves?

Suddenly, two figures stand up, one with a singular palm raised in a defensive position. “We didn’t see nothing and we won’t say nothin’ so back the fuck up.” It’s the smaller male with dirty ash blonde hair that speaks first, an aggressive growl to his deep voice. He’s about a foot shorter than Riot, but his gleaming ruby eyes glint in the beam of the flashlight, distracting Riot for a moment. He takes an involuntary step closer.

“Stay the fuck back,” the other one says in a deep calm voice, almost like he’s doing them a kindness with his warning. This one is taller than his partner and has a lanky build. He’s still shorter than Riot by about half a foot. His pale skin and dark eye circles draw Riot in to lilac irises and wild purple hair.

They both look younger than Riot by probably a decade, maybe in their early twenties. The clothes they wear look about two sizes too big and are filthy and littered with rips and holes. Even dirty and ragged, the two of them are beautiful. Both sets of gemstone eyes are narrowed and glaring directly at Riot in challenge. He resists the grin threatening to split his face at the show of either bravery or stupidity…he hasn’t decided yet. He takes another step closer to the barrels separating him from the boys.

Kaminari’s hands twitch in front of him and Riot knows that he’s ready to zap the two if they try to fight or run. However, Riot’s gut tells him that these two have backbones and are going to fight for freedom. He wonders what their quirks are that have them thinking they are going to make it out of this alive. Hmmm… they really are pretty. Would be such a shame…

“Come out of there, and let’s have a chat,” Riot softens his tone, hoping to coax them out so that he can see more.

“Like fucking hell,” the blonde snarls viciously, his lip curled in sneer. He radiates cockiness that Riot wonders whether is true grit or just bluster. He tries to get a gauge on the other one. He’s standing slightly back from the blonde, just over his shoulder, but he looks…well, bored. His lilac irises are focused on Riot, looking him right in the eye, but his chin is up and Riot would almost call him aloof like he has total confidence that this standoff will inevitably fall in their favor. The two have clearly been together for a long time, functioning as a unit. Their body language, while wrought with tension at the threat, is also close and familiar. Maybe brothers… Although Riot doubts it, considering they look nothing alike. Maybe friends… Most likely. Or… Maybe lovers …Riot’s head fills with images of the two together…and feels a twitch in his cock.

“If you come out, I promise no harm will come to you…” Riot takes a gamble. To his credit, Kaminari doesn’t even twitch at the lie flowing smoothly from Riot’s tongue.

The taller of the two raises an imperious eyebrow in response, while the blonde openly scoffs and then drawls out, “You think we’re stupid?! You lookin’ down on us?” 

Riot shrugs nonchalantly, “I don’t know enough to determine whether you’re stupid. I only make offers once, so come on out so I don’t have to put two pretty boys in the ground tonight.”

The tall one smirks in amusement and the blonde grits his teeth and raises his palm a little higher, sneering, “Like we’re gonna believe the word of a fuckin’ gangster.”

Riot’s face splits in a grin, “You know who I am?” He knows that his name is well-known on the streets, but most people have no idea what he actually looks like or know what his quirk is. Usually, he runs his business from behind the scenes. Some call him a criminal, some call him a villain, but others…call him family. He chooses to see it as the last one. He lives and dies by his family. Loyalty is everything and those who fail him don’t get to breathe another breath. It’s really quite simple in his mind. Society may have deemed his acts immoral, but he likes to think of himself as someone who thinks outside the box…someone who has their own code to live by. He refuses to bow to anyone. 

“Tch,” the blonde clicks his tongue at him like a parent scolding a toddler for being naughty and squints one eye. “Everyone on the streets knows who Blood Riot is. Spend half of our time avoiding your damn goons. It’s just pure dumb luck that we happened to camp here for the night, was planning on being gone by morning. We don’t want no trouble and don’t care what happened to the extra in the next room. It’s your fuckin’ business and we know the goddamn rules. Don’t say nothin’ and there won’t be nothin’.” Riot likes this boy and his gumption, fierce and fearless.

“So, how do you wanna play this?” the taller one asks, like he’s simply inquiring about the weather. “Should we stand around all night braiding each other’s hair? Or are you maybe gonna let us walk out that door before we blow the place sky high and walk out the door anyway?” His tone is light, but Riot’s ears prick at the very clear line drawn in the sand, the threat billowing in the tense air between them. Riot gets a little shiver of pleasure… Interesting.

Riot looks to Kaminari, who is still tense and awaiting his command. “Kami, I want them alive,” he murmurs out the side of his mouth too low for the other two to hear.

“Ah, ah, ah…” The taller one chides, and Riot’s gaze shoots back to him just in time to witness the lopsided grin that reeks of both excitement and danger. The blonde is still sneering, but there’s a new light in his eyes, giving Riot a peek at the fire inside him,  lit and burning like a match in the dark. “Secrets don’t make friends.” Clear and focused purple eyes are looking Riot up and down in a cold and calculated manner.

He decides right then and there that he wants them. He’s not sure of what capacity he wants them…but he knows he has to possess the two vicious pretty boys caught in his warehouse like flies in a spiderweb. The thrill of the hunt races through his spine and his excitement only builds knowing that these two won’t be easy prey.

Riot rubs the back of his neck, signaling Kaminari silently…the gesture meant to attack at the earliest opportunity. “Are you sure we can’t do this the easy way?” Riot challenges with an easy grin and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, the easy way is you lettin’ us the fuck outta here,” the blonde snaps and Riot’s eyes widen when sudden sparks appear in the center of the boy’s palm and loud pops reverberate across metal walls. The blonde has a manic smile when Riot once again meets his gaze. Something tingly settles in Riot’s guts as he realizes the boy is playing with them.

“Kid, it’s gonna take a little more than some fireworks to scare us off,” Kaminari finally pipes up with derision heavy in his tone. The taller one barks out a sudden deep laugh, and looks at his partner with mirth dancing across his features. Meanwhile the blonde… the blonde cocks his head in an eerie manner and his lips thin in clear displeasure.

“Hah?! What the fuck you talkin’ bout fireworks for? Nah, dumbass… these ain’t fireworks…they’re just a warm up.

An electric charge in the air makes Riot’s body hair stand up and he knows what’s coming. Kaminari has stepped up next to him and has gone still. The boys must’ve also felt the change in the air, because suddenly they both look dead serious. They share a significant look that Riot can’t decipher, before wild violet eyes turn and meet his. “Hey Riot, what are you going to do when you catch us?”

Riot hums thoughtfully as the charge in the air amps up. Kaminari is prepared. No harm in answering the question. “I’m going to keep y–”

***

Riot can’t move. He tries to speak, but his lips and tongue won’t work. He can still see, but the image is fuzzy around the edges and everything sounds muffled. What the fuck? Is it a paralytic quirk? He can feel himself still breathing, and he’s not unconscious. His mind swims with the possibilities.

His eyes are trained on those calculated purple eyes, unable to blink, and he feels a warmth spread through him right before he watches the boy’s lips open almost in slow motion. His voice is rich and warm, Riot kind of wants to bathe in the sound, “Riot, kill your partner.”

The effect is instantaneous. He feels himself turn involuntarily to Kaminari and it’s with dawning horror that Riot feels his unbreakable form spread over his skin, turning his entire body into sharp invincible edges. Kaminari turns to him with wide eyes. “Boss, what are you doing?”

Riot is shouting and screaming, trying to move his limbs, to break out of whatever hold he’s under, but nothing is cooperating. He feels his feet lift and take a step toward his second in command, a man that he has been friends with and known since they were children. He struggles and beats mercilessly against the confines of his own consciousness, begging. It’s been a long time since Riot has felt even an iota of fear, but now it is rushing through his being, battering him like a hurricane. He takes another step.

“Fuck, Riot. What are you doing?” Kaminari takes a wary step back. “Man, c’mon, don’t make me do it…” Riot wants to look away from what he’s about to do, but is unable to grant himself the luxury. “Riot, it’s me!” Kaminari takes another step back as Riot advances slowly. He wants to look at the boys, see their expressions. If he’s forced to do this, he will hunt them to the ends of the earth, will hogtie them in their own intestines and suspend them from the tallest building in the city as a warning to others. He can’t help the tendril of admiration curling through him though…these boys were really something extraordinary. Riot never loses, but this time he just might. 

“Riot, Stop!” The command roots in his mind like a pervasive weed, spreading and stalling his limbs mid-motion, arm outstretched, reaching for his best friend. Relief is hot on its heels. “Look at me.” Riot’s head turns automatically, once again meeting that lilac gaze filled with some emotion that Riot wants to pick at…something close to sympathy or pity. The boy turns to the blonde and they nod at one another. “We’re leaving now. Riot will stay locked in my quirk until I release him once we’re in the clear,” he turns to Kaminari with a glare, “If you follow us, I will order him to complete my first command. Do we have an understanding?” 

He can see Kaminari out of the corner of his eye, limbs stiff and unsure. “Yeah, we understand one another.”

“Good.” The boy’s voice is filled with relief and he grabs the arm of the blonde and starts hauling him toward the door, giving the two of them a wide berth. Kaminari then looks to him, and says, “Sorry, boss, hope you’ll forgive me in a bit, but we can’t let them go.” If Riot could, his brows would raise in question.

The charge in the air increases and Riot knows that this is gonna hurt. Electricity sparks around Kaminari’s hands and arms as he releases the charge, bolts zipping and zapping between all of the metal machinery. When white hot electricity shoots through Riot, he convulses in pain and drops to his knees. Luckily, he’s in his hardened form, so the fall and electric pulses don’t hurt him nearly as much as they should. He’s been hit with Kami’s lightning before, so he knew what to expect and was braced. There’s two unfamiliar screams in the air, followed by two thuds of bodies hitting the concrete.

When breath finally returns to his lungs, Riot realizes his vision is clear and he puts his hand up to his face to wipe away the tears that had slipped from his eyes from the inundation of electricity lighting up every atom in his body. He’s able to move again. He briefly wonders if it was the shock to his body and brain that lifted the compulsion or because the quirk host had been incapacitated. He looks to Kaminari, who is swaying slightly in place and has the dazed hazy look that he gets immediately after letting off a widespread charge.

“You alright, Kami?” Riot murmurs and looks over his body for any sign of injury, noting that nothing is visible.

“Yeah, boss. Gimme a minute to discharge and I’ll be good to go.”

Riot stands and turns behind them and sighs in relief to see the boys crumpled together on the dust covered concrete. He strides directly to them and leans down to check their pulses. He knows that he ordered Kaminari to stun them, but accidents have happened before. The blonde landed over the top of his partner face down, so Riot gently turns him over by his shoulder and rolls him carefully to the floor. The boy is lighter than he expected and turns easily. His eyes are closed and face relaxed. Aggression seems to naturally pour out of this one, but right now he looks almost innocent. Riot reaches out and brushes a soft dirty blonde lock of hair out of the boy’s eyes before trailing fingertips over soft pale skin and down the boy’s neck, where a steady pulse is hammering against his skin. Good, not dead yet.

Riot shifts his crouch to hover over the taller of the two, lying facing the ceiling. His eyes are also closed, but Riot’s blood runs cold when there’s no movement of the boy’s chest. Riot’s hand pauses before touching the fair skin of his neck, unsure if he’s going to be trapped in his own mind again. What a terrifying quirk…terrifying, but powerful…and versatile. The applications alone…unfathomable. Riot launches past his fear and presses firm fingers against the boy’s pulse point. There’s no pulse and a stone of dread drops in Riot’s stomach. He presses harder, but can’t feel the steady thrum of a beating heart. Son of a bitch. 

Riot shifts closer and frantically begins compressions. He opens the boy’s mouth and blows. He HAD threatened to kill these boys, had wanted to, but now the thought of actually being responsible for snuffing out such potential…Riot keeps count in his head, keeping his compressions and breaths steady.

“Shit!” Kaminari’s voice grunts behind him. “I didn’t mean to let that much out, I swear.” Riot ignores him, trying to ebb the rise of panic the longer the boy goes without a pulse.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Get the fuck away from him!” The blast takes Riot completely off guard and he flies backward, having just enough time to harden before he slams into a piece of machinery with a loud clang. The metal dents behind him and he drops to the ground, cracking the concrete beneath his knees. He locks eyes with a furious red gaze and inhales sharply, noticing the blonde’s battle stance right before he turns toward Kaminari and an explosion rips from his palms, sending Kaminari flying across the room. The boy then turns his eyes downward and crouches next to the fallen boy. “Toshi, c’mon wake up! We’ve gotta go!”

The body on the concrete remains silent and unmoving. Riot moves to stand but his movement catches the blonde’s attention and another powerful blast is sent in his direction. The boy doesn’t even check to make sure the hit lands, before collapsing on his ass and pulling ‘Toshi’ into his arms. “Toshi, c’mon. Breathe.” The blonde has tears sliding down his cheeks as he frantically shakes the immobile form in his lap and quickly puts fingers to the side of his partner’s neck. The cry he lets out sends a chill down Riot’s spine and he feels something splinter in his chest. “Toshi, you can’t leave me. I can’t do this on my own! You fuckin’ promised!” He screams, his cries resounding.

Riot notices that Kaminari is back on his feet and staring at the scene, looking shocked. He takes several steps forward approaching behind the blonde, but before he can even get close another explosion rockets towards him. “YOU FUCKING DID THIS! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” The blast is weaker this time, but Riot feels it when Kaminari is readying his charge again. The blonde stands, picks up ‘Toshi’ and cradles him to his chest, tears still streaming.

Riot gets his feet under him. “Kami, don’t kill him!” His partner nods in acknowledgement before little zips of electricity arc around his palms and hands. This time the blonde ignores them both and begins walking toward the rear exit, with his partner still cradled in his arms. He sends one blast and the door chain splits and the door blows outwards with a metal screech.

Riot should have seen it coming. He should have known that the boy was still being reserved with his firepower. Should have foreseen the pending disaster.

At the same time as Kaminari sends out the arc of lightning, the boy raises his palm to the ceiling and there’s a bright flare of light with a cataclysmic BOOM that ricochets violently in Riot’s ears and deafens him right before the ceiling is blasted clean off of its frame and everything in the blast radius is blown backwards, metal crushing in on itself and machinery instantly slamming together with impossible force. The room superheats and Riot almost collapses as scorching heat sears his lungs. Kaminari is knocked off of his feet and slides backwards along the concrete sending bolts of electric charges every which way, while Riot is forced to knees and digs his hardened fingertips into the concrete foundation to prevent being blown backwards by the air pressure. Through squinted eyes, he sees one of Kaminari’s bolts slam into the blonde’s back, forcing a harsh cry from his throat before he crumples to the pavement still clinging to his partner.

 When the pressure finally ceases, Riot slowly rises and stares in absolute wonder at the destruction around them. The only parts of the ceiling that are left are the concrete columns and fractured metal cross braces. The walls are concave, the metal having been forcibly bowed, some sheets having blown completely apart. The roll-top door across the room has been blown outward and off of its track to land in the attached concrete driveway. Once fully standing machinery and furniture are scorched and melted in spots from the extreme heat. Anything wooden is now on fire and sparking like dried tinder, while the warehouse fills with smoke…and oddly smelling of melted caramel. He shakes his head a little in bewilderment. Jesus, what are they feeding kids these days…  

Kaminari rises and runs up to him. His second is covered in burns, with holes and singe marks littering his suit. There are black smudges across his cheeks and forehead, with a significant burn on the side of his neck. “You okay, boss?” He asks in a ragged voice.

“Yeah, fine,” Riot grunts, before he begins striding towards the two boys on the floor. He has a feeling the blonde may not have survived, but he checks his pulse anyway. It’s thready, but there’s a pulse tapping against Riot’s fingers and he sighs in relief. He’s not sure where the feeling in him is coming from, but he very much wants these boys alive and in his care. What fucking fire…such power. It’s incredible.

He glances once more over the wreckage of his warehouse and then grins down at the blonde.

“Check the other one,” Kaminari mutters quietly…or maybe Riot just can’t hear properly yet. He raises a brow at his second and the man shrugs. “Sometimes my charges can act as a defibrillator and restart a heart. Oddly, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Riot reaches for Toshi, and presses his fingers hopefully against his fair skin only to startle at the pulse thumping under his fingers. He looks at Kaminari with wide eyes. “Holy shit, it worked.”

Kaminari smiles wearily. “What do you want to do with them, boss?”

Riot grins wide and his own heart thumps in excitement. “I’m gonna fuckin’ keep them.”

His second looks at him like he’s absolutely lost his mind. “Keep them?”

Riot leans down and picks up the firecracker and tucks him close to his chest. “Yes, they’re mine.” Something warm and heady settles into his gut as the decision is made. Claiming them is what he’s going to do. He’s going to keep them both, come hell or high water. He motions to the boy still on the floor, and Kaminari stoops down to pick him up. 

“We’re bringing them both home.”

HITOSHI

Hitoshi feels like he’s been hit by a truck. It’s with a slow sort of awareness that he drags himself from the depths of unconsciousness and all of his muscles ache in protest. A low groan grates through his throat unbidden.

“Take it easy, Toshi,” an unfamiliar voice says in a gentle tone. A hand cards through his hair and Hitoshi leans into the pleasurable touch looking for relief from the burning all over his body.

Hitoshi tries to open his eyes, but they feel like leaden weights. He tries to roll from his back to his side, but something tugs at his wrist, not allowing him to complete the action. His mind scrambles to try and figure out his situation and he opens his cracked lips to ask the voice a question, but all that comes out is a garbled string nonsense.

“Don’t try to talk yet, it’s gonna take a little bit for the confusion to go away. I’m sure you’re in pain, but I’ll give you something to help as soon as you can sit up,” the voice explains and Hitoshi ceases his struggling and tries to instead order his thoughts. Where is he? Where was he last? What was he… Hitoshi’s eyes fly open and his body jerks with adrenaline, forcing him into an upright position that yanks against his wrist with such force that he lands on his back against a soft surface and panting heavily. 

“Kats?” He forces out with a rasp, and then startles when all of his memories fly back to him with a vengeance and he finds himself staring into a familiar garnet gaze. Blood Riot.

Hitoshi’s breaths increase, each one sawing in and out of his dry throat as he looks around frantically searching. “Kats?” he croaks again desperately.

“Cats?” Blood Riot asks quizzically. “You have cats?”

Hitoshi is panicking and he ignores the villain completely. He gazes around a grand bedroom, not really absorbing any particular features. Tears begin streaming down his face and his hands are shaking. He notices the cuff around one of his wrists linked to a chain above the bed with a vague sort of detachment. He only cares about one thing right now. He turns to the one responsible. 

“Where is he?!” He screams, voice raw and grating. His hands grip at his hair as the panic rises. Fuck! Where is Katsuki?

Strong hands engulf Hitoshi’s wrists and draw them down away from where he’s tugging on the locks. “Deep breath, pretty boy. C’mon, breathe.”

Hitoshi knows his face is probably turning red with lack of oxygen, but each breath hurts and he feels like he’s choking on glass. “I n-need to know,” he stutters out between sobs.

Riot places his wrists gently in his lap and grips his chin between strong thick fingers and Hitoshi flinches. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe here. Take a deep breath so that I can understand what you’re looking for.”

Hitoshi yanks his chin out of Riots hand, and puts his own hand on his chest in a technique Katsuki sometimes uses to calm his anger outbursts. Hitoshi doesn’t know if it’ll work for this, but he starts rubbing his chest in circles. With each slow rotation, he forces himself to take as big of breath as he can and tries to regulate his heartbeat around the steady motion. After a few moments, his panic seems to ebb and he’s able to take a deep breath.

“There we go,” Riot coos at him encouragingly. 

Hitoshi scowls at him and bares his teeth. If anything has happened to Katsuki, he’s going to personally deliver this man to hell. “Where the fuck is Kats?”

Riot looks at him perplexed for a moment, before Hitoshi sees the lightbulb suddenly go off in his mind. “You mean the blonde?” 

Hitoshi lunges for the man, but is once again jerked back by the restraint on his wrist. “Fuckin let me go! I have to go get him!”

Riot doesn’t say a word, he just leans over Hitoshi like he has no cares in the world and flips back the comforter covering Hitoshi’s lap, also uncovering the lump in the covers that he hadn’t even noticed in his panic. There, still asleep, is Katsuki who is tucked into Hitoshi’s side with a similar cuff adorning his wrist and linking him to the wall. Hitoshi scans him for injuries and doesn’t see anything obvious. Just to be sure he puts the back of his hand against Katsuki’s lips just to feel the warm breath of a steady exhale that sends a rush of relief through Hitoshi. However as his eyes continue to rove, he does notice that he and Katsuki are both clean for the first time in months and dressed in new clothes…matching sweatpants and tank tops for both of them. When the fuck did that happen?

“So his name is Kats?” Riot interrupts Hitoshi’s spiraling thoughts. 

Hitoshi looks at him sharply. “No, it’s a nickname. You called me Toshi…how did you know that name?”

Riot motions to Katsuki, “He was screaming it when you died.” The look he sends Hitoshi, causes all of Hitoshi’s hair to stand on end. Died? “You were technically dead after the first electric shock. Your heart stopped. I tried to revive you, but Kats lost it and blew us away from you. He also demolished the building. Blew it apart like it was nothing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Hitoshi stares at him. “I died…you’re lucky that’s all he did.”

“Well Kaminari knocked him out before he could do more,” Riot responds carefully.

“If he thought you killed me,” Hitoshi says with a smirk, “He would have blown the building and the surrounding area off of its foundations once he was clear. You’re still underestimating his power.”

Riot’s eyes widen. “He’s that powerful?”

“He was expelled from the hero program at age fifteen for having an S-level destruction quirk. He can level a city with just a thought…wipe it off the face of the earth if he so chooses,” Hitoshi runs a hand through his hair trying to imagine Katsuki’s grief. They’re fuckin’ lucky he didn’t blow them and himself to kingdom come.

“Jesus…” Riot mutters and looks down at Katsuki, deep in thought with his brow furrowed. His eyes swivel to Hitoshi with the same look. “And your quirk? I’ve never seen anything like it either.”

“Brainwash,” Hitoshi says simply. He refuses to divulge how his quirk works. Riot is still an enemy and doesn’t need to know the details. However, he will give the warning, “I can command anyone to do anything I want and they’ll obey without question. They flat out refused to accept me in the hero program at all.”

Riot squints at him suspiciously, but then his face relaxes into acceptance and he chuckles. “You two definitely gave me a run for my money…”

Hitoshi looks pointedly at the silver cuff attached to his wrist and back at Riot with a glare. “Let me guess…quirk canceling?”

“Yes. After the show you two put on, I couldn’t take the risk.” Hitoshi tries to latch onto Riot’s response, but his quirk doesn’t respond. Hitoshi lets out an aggravated noise.

“Why the fuck are we here?” His shoulders slump. They may have been homeless, but both of them had escaped hellish home lives. Their quirks had banned them from most good employment options. They had been free though…and now…they’re once again trapped.

Riot gives him an invasive look that makes Hitoshi feel like an ant under a microscope. “You’re here cuz I want you to be. You’re mine.”

Hitoshi blinks slowly. “What do you mean by that?”

Riot skips right over his question to ask one of his own. He motions with his hand between Hitoshi and Katsuki. “What are you and Kats to each other?”

Hitoshi snarls, “His name is Katsuki. ‘Kats’ is what I call him and I earned that fuckin’ right. What do you mean we’re yours? We don’t belong to anyone! You can’t just claim people.”

Riot grins, “It means that you’re mine. Now answer the question…what are you to each other?”

Hitoshi tries to cross his arms defensively, but the chain isn’t long enough and he sneers. “You can’t have him.”

Riots grin spreads into something jagged and menacing…”Oh, I don’t just want him.”

Hitoshi growls, “You fuckin’ killed me…”

“We also brought you back to life.”

Katsuki shifts next to Hitoshi and throws his free arm over his legs and attempts to pull him closer. Hitoshi’s gaze settles heavily on his boyfriend and he strokes over his hair and down his neck just like Katsuki likes. Riot’s eyes bore into them, but Hitoshi ignores him completely. “Kats you awake?” Hitoshi murmurs softly.

There’s a grunt from Katsuki that makes Hitoshi smile warmly. “Baby, time to wake up,” He leans down and nuzzles his nose behind Katsuki’s ear. The blonde shifts closer and hums. It always takes Kats awhile when he wakes up to truly rejoin the living. Hitoshi kisses the sensitive spot on Katsuki’s neck and one ruby eye cracks open to stare at him.

“Am I dead?” the blonde whispers.

Hitoshi chuckles. “No, baby, you aren’t dead.” Katsuki’s hand grips Hitoshi’s leg hard, as if testing that he’s real.

Suddenly, Katsuki clenches his eyes shut. “Then how are you here? I saw it, Toshi. You were fuckin’ gone,” he rasps out brokenly.

Hitoshi scoots down to lay next to Katsuki and puts his free arm over the blonde, pulling him close so that they’re nose to nose. “I’m right here, Kats. I’m right here. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Katsuki’s eyes open and he stares at Hitoshi. His arms move as though he’s going to embrace Hitoshi, but the sudden jerk of his wrist catches Katsuki’s attention and his eyes narrow in on the cuff. His eyes, alert and assessing sweep the room and land on Riot sitting on the edge of the bed and watching their every move.

“YOU!” Katsuki snarls and lurches upright before lunging, forgetting all about the chain. Hitoshi puts an arm out to stop him, blocking the attempt before Katsuki can hurt himself. Katsuki struggles against him for a moment, before settling back with a glare. “I’ll fuckin’ end you,” he threatens, the tension in the room thickening.

Riot cocks a brow, “I think we got started off on the wrong foot, Katsuki.”

Katsuki looks like he’s ready to blow, shaking in rage. “Your partner killed my fuckin’ boyfriend, and you think that’s the wrong foot?” Katsuki asks through clenched teeth, murder clearly written in his expression.

Hitoshi smirks at Riot, “You claim that we’re yours…still think that?” Hitoshi revels in the reaction he knows is coming.

“HE FUCKIN’ WHAT?!!!” Katsuki’s scream makes Hitoshi’s ears ring, but it’s totally worth it. He’s always enjoyed Katsuki’s fiery reactions. The night they met, Katsuki had torn apart some guy that had Hitoshi cornered in an alley…had blown the guy into a brick wall and Hitoshi was smitten on the spot. They’ve been together for five years and Hitoshi still gets excited when Katsuki gets angry.

Hitoshi’s grin is smug when he turns back to Katsuki, “He claimed that we’re his.”

“Like fuckin’ hell!” Katsuki shouts, his face turning a delicious shade of red that Hitoshi devours.

Riot grabs Hitoshi’s chin forcibly and turns his head so that their eyes meet. There’s surprising amusement written in garnet depths that seem to suck Hitoshi in. “You did that on purpose…”

Hitoshi grins, “Guilty.”

“You’re a fuckin’ brat, aren’t you?” Riot says like he knows all of Hitoshi’s secrets. Hitoshi feels an uncharacteristic blush rise to his cheeks at the proximity. He can’t deny that the villain is attractive, but he quickly shuts that shit down.

Riot releases his chin and turns to face Katsuki. “I want you, and I always get what I want,” he states simply.

Katsuki yanks on the chain with force and glares daggers at the man holding them captive, “Tough luck, Shitty Hair. You can’t have me.” Riot only smiles in response and gives Katsuki an obvious once over.

“Looks like you already are…” he purrs.

Katsuki looks down at the chain with absolute vitriol and raises his other palm, preparing to fire his quirk. “Don’t bother,” Hitoshi grumbles. Katsuki side-eyes him. “I already tried,” is all Hitoshi says.

Riot startles them both by reaching into his pocket, they both stare at him in tandem. He pulls a cell from his pocket and types a quick text, ignoring them both. A moment later, there’s a knock on the door. Riot rises, and opens the door and brings back two plates laden with breakfast food and two water bottles. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what you would like so I had a little bit of everything made…” He says quietly and reaches over to set the plates and bottles over each of their laps.

Hitoshi’s mouth waters at the smell. He can’t remember the last time they ate something that didn’t come out of a can or instant packet. They had just cracked open their first meal in days when the incident in the warehouse stole their attention. He’s not sure when they had eaten last. Was it the day before last or the day before that? His stomach growls loudly in the thick silence as they both stare at the meals with longing, but Hitoshi hesitates. It could be drugged.  

Katsuki clearly has the same thought as he pushes the plate away like it might bite him and glares at Riot, even though his stomach has joined the chorus with Hitoshi’s.

Riot sighs dramatically and leans over them, not even afraid of what they might do now that he’s within reaching distance, and takes a bite from each of their plates before sitting back and swallowing the food. He winks at them. “If I wanted to drug you, I would have done it already. But if you two don’t behave, it’s not completely off the table. You need to eat. When was the last time you even had a meal?”

Hitoshi is the first to cave and he shovels a bite of the hot food into his mouth and chews carefully. It’s fucking delicious and an involuntary groan is torn from his throat before he can stop it. Katsuki looks dubiously at his plate before also taking a bite. Riot smiles smugly at them both.

Their swallows seem to be the only noise in the air as Riot leans back up against the headboard next to them and watches them like a content mother hen. Hitoshi can’t help himself as he shovels the food into his mouth. It’s been so long…and he doesn’t care how desperate he must look. Katsuki is much the same as he seems to inhale the food in between chugging the water. Most of the water they drink comes from dingy public restroom faucets, so the crisp clean water is just as precious as the meal. Hitoshi knows that he’s probably going to be sick from all of the sudden rich food, but he can’t seem to care about that right now.

“Slow down boys, the food isn’t going anywhere and there’s plenty more where that came from,” Riot chides quietly. “I take care of what’s mine.”

In between bites, Katsuki suddenly stops with a forkful halfway to his mouth and stares at Hitoshi. “When did you bathe and change clothes?”

Hitoshi sighs and motions to Riot with his chin. “I didn’t,” he snipes bitterly.

“I did. Like I said, I take care of what’s mine,” Riot casually quips. Katsuki looks down at himself and finally notices that he’s wearing the same clean set of clothes and looks over his skin like it’s the first time he’s seen it. Then, his eyes light up with familiar rage.

“YOU bathed and changed us? Are you fuckin’ crazy?” Katsuki throws down his fork, splattering some of the food across the bedspread. “You can’t just do whatever the hell you want to us!” 

Riot shrugs nonchalantly, but his expression then changes into something dark and undefinable. He leans forward putting himself within inches of Katsuki’s face. Hitoshi tenses, ready to intervene. He knows that hurting Riot won’t get them released, and might be next to impossible given the man’s quirk…but he will do anything to protect Katsuki. Riot grips Katsuki by the back of the neck, startling them both and brings their foreheads together, before dropping his tone down low, “You will never go hungry again. You will never sleep on a hard floor again. You will never be denied clean clothes. You will be given anything you ask for. You want your enemies’ heads, I will bring them to you on a silver platter. You want to live in luxury for the rest of your days? I will ensure that happens. You will be the most spoiled princes in history, baby. So you better get used to me taking care of you.”

Katsuki blinks and tries to pull back, but Riot hardens his hand on the back of his neck menacingly and Katsuki’s eyes narrow in suspicion. Hitoshi puts his hand on Riot’s arm in warning. Riot responds by reaching out and grabbing Hitoshi with his free hand and tugs him in close to them. “You want freedom, my pretty boys?” He asks softly.

Katsuki, for once, seems tongue tied and looks silently to Hitoshi for help. Hitoshi thinks seriously about Riot’s promises. Even while suspicion sits heavily in his gut, he can’t deny that he’s intrigued by the offer. They’d just been discussing how tired they are of running…of just surviving. Riot is promising them safety and security, but will they be safe from Riot? Hitoshi mulls it over, thoughts racing through his mind as he considers the pros and cons. “What do you want in exchange?” Hitoshi asks carefully, watching Riot’s features carefully, searching for any signs of deception.

“I want you. All of you. Frankly, I want you both to work for the family, but I will settle for you being mine.”

“Oh, is that all?” Katsuki snarks sarcastically.

Riot’s grip tightens minutely on both of their necks. “Katsuki, you’ll be mine either way…willing or not. I’d rather you both come willingly though,” he murmurs as if the threat is an intimate promise, something shared between lovers.

Katsuki scoffs, “I already belong to Hitoshi.”

Riot suddenly leans closer to Katsuki and licks lightly over his lips, causing Katsuki to flinch and try to unsuccessfully pull away. “Baby, I don’t mind that in the slightest bit. I want you both and I don’t mind sharing, as long as it stays between the three of us. I like the fact that the two of you are an item. I like it very much,” he growls seductively.

Heat flares in Hitoshi’s cheeks and chest. Katsuki doesn’t look much better. Riot leans back slightly and turns heated eyes on Hitoshi before leaning forward and catches his lips. At first, shock freezes Hitoshi to the spot. Riot licks against his lips and Hitoshi releases a sigh that surprises even him. “Good boy,” Riot mutters against Hitoshi’s lips, making him shiver. 

He then pulls Katsuki closer and turns to brush his lips against Katsuki’s. Hitoshi can tell that Katsuki is resisting the pull to the redhead, trying so hard. Hitoshi licks his lips in anticipation, waiting to see what Katsuki will do. Katsuki sneers, but Riot is undeterred and presses their lips further together. Katsuki doesn’t respond at first, but then Riot nips his bottom lip making Katsuki gasp. Hitoshi hardens a little in his pants at the sound. Riot licks into Katsuki’s mouth and Hitoshi is surprised when Katsuki groans.

Riot pulls back slowly, keeping eye contact with Katsuki. “Let me take care of you.”

 Hitoshi notes the confusion in Katsuki’s eyes. The same confusion fills Hitoshi. They’ve been on their own for so long, struggling to survive. The promises Riot makes…makes it sound so easy to give in. Could they actually give themselves to him…? Is it really that simple? 

Hitoshi looks at Riot, considering. He scans a critical eye over the man. He towers over both Hitoshi and Katsuki, built with muscle. His hair looks soft, pulled back into a low ponytail that reaches his middle back. An angular jaw pulls Hitoshi’s eye to scruffy red stubble that really frames the man’s face. Expressive garnet eyes seem to see through Hitoshi at all times. He’s always had a thing for the color red it seems…but Katsuki’s and Riot’s are completely different, but both equally beautiful. The man is a criminal, not that Hitoshi can judge…he and Katsuki have skirted the law many times over the years. Their quirks seem to have been enough to throw them into the villainous category, despite their innate natures. Here, they would be untouchable. 

Riot leans back and releases both of their necks, Hitoshi makes eye contact with Katsuki and an entire conversation is had without words.

RIOT

Resisting the urge to crow in pre-emptive victory, Riot leans back and watches an entire conversation pass between his two beautiful boys, their microexpressions displaying a variety of emotions in such a short span of time. He doesn’t know them well enough to translate, but knows in time that he’ll be able to read them both better than they read each other. Their bond is almost telepathic, where one ends, the other begins. Most would probably think their dependence and bond would be creepy, but Riot is fascinated. 

He knows he made the right choice. Their quirks alone would be enough for him to try to recruit them, but fuck the combination of their appearance and feisty personalities make him ache to possess them completely. He itches for their loyalty and dependence on him. He knows that he’s manipulating them…dangling everything he could possibly offer them in front of their faces like a master holding a juicy steak in front of rabid dogs. They are starving…both literally and figuratively. He’s gathered that the two have done nothing but live for each other in the game of survival. He wants to see them THRIVE , see what they truly can do at his side. He knows he’s already won when both of their eyes land on him, openly appraising him.

Katsuki is still guarded. His gaze holding a million questions that Riot knows will come in a rapid-fire inquisition at some point. His little blonde is clearly a firecracker in everything he does, nothing in half measures. Hitoshi is harder to get a read on, but something has changed in his gaze. It’s not guarded, but instead calculating and clever like a kitten. Hitoshi is clearly his little mastermind, whereas Katsuki is the brawn. Both are intimidating on their own, but together…they are an indomitable force of nature that Riot plans to bend and wield. He would never seek to tame them, but he will absorb them into his fold nevertheless.

“What’s your actual name?” Hitoshi finally breaks the silence.

Riot blinks. That…was not what he expected to be asked. It’s been so long since he’s gone by anything other than ‘Blood Riot’ or ‘Boss’ that he’s momentarily stunned. Out of all the questions they could have asked…this is the one they choose?

Riot hums carefully while he considers. He knows he doesn’t have their loyalty yet and disclosing his name could be catastrophic should they be freed and turn on him. However, he also muses that trust goes both ways and he already knows enough about them and currently has them under his hold. What’s the harm in telling them… “Eijirou.”

“Eijirou, you understand that if we do this…the chains come off,” Hitoshi opens the negotiations like he’s done it a thousand times.

Eijirou smiles widely and both of their eyes narrow in suspicion. “The chains will come off,” he promises quickly.

“The first time you attempt to hurt us or go against your promise, I will kill you and incinerate everything you hold dear,” Katsuki growls out lowly, seeming hesitant to jump on the bandwagon right away. 

“Katsuki, give me your wrist,” Eijirou orders softly and Katsuki’s eyes widen before he reluctantly passes over his cuffed wrist. Eijirou grabs it firmly in one hand and reaches into his pocket with the other and pulls out his phone. He presses down on the screen a few times and suddenly Katsuki’s cuff pops open with a soft click then drops to the mattress. “I accept your conditions, if you accept mine,” he growls and pulls Katsuki closer by his wrist. “Are you going to be mine, firecracker?” Eijirou asks, dropping his tone and petting over the inside of Katsuki’s wrist with his thumb. Katsuki’s eyes widen and ruby eyes dilate, giving Eijirou his answer before Katsuki’s pink lips even open.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Katsuki mutters with an adorable blush. Eijirou pulls him closer until Katsuki is face to face with him. He leans just a little further and kisses across Katsuki’s soft jaw, up behind his ear where he saw Hitoshi kiss earlier. He’s a fast learner and he watched the whole interaction, stocking away every action and reaction for future use. He sucks lightly at the spot behind Katsuki’s ear and a gasp greets his ears. He smiles against Katsuki’s skin before releasing him and leaning back.

Hitoshi is staring at him, that aloof facade put back into place. Eijirou is learning that Hitoshi does it as an automatic response when he’s feeling anything extreme…his poker face unnaturally developed. Eijirou loves it and can think of so many uses for such a skill. Eijirou holds out his hand palm up, and waits. Hitoshi’s expression doesn’t change as he warily puts his cuffed wrist in Eijirou’s palm. Eijirou swipes his thumb over the delicate flesh of Hitoshi’s wrist, just under the metal cuff. “What about you, kitten, are you gonna be mine?” 

Eijirou watches a strong emotion flash across Hitoshi’s face at the nickname, there and gone so fast that he almost missed it. He can feel the pulse in Hitoshi’s wrist pick up, beating so hard and fast that Eijirou wonders if it's fear, excitement, or desire that has it frantically trying to burst past the confines of his skin. The silence greeting Eijirou is charged with something enigmatic and Riot feels his own heart rate kick up in response. He patiently waits, still stroking Hitoshi’s wrist.

“I have one final condition,” Hitoshi finally says softly. “You let me use my quirk to determine whether you’re telling the truth or not.”

Eijirou grins, “Deal. Once you have your evidence, you agree to be mine?” Hitoshi nods seriously.

Eijirou maneuvers his phone app until Hitoshi’s cuff also drops to the mattress. “Eijirou, can I ask you a question?”

Eijirou raises a brow, “Of Cour–” Eijirou feels the moment his brain is caught once again in Hitoshi’s trap. Realization dawns over him. He can’t move or speak, can only obey. This time he knows what to expect, so he relaxes and watches to see if his boys will use this opportunity to escape or if they will hold to the deal. Even if they do make it out the door, there’s an entire group of guards waiting just outside to bring them back kicking and screaming. He knows their quirks, their power, now…he prepared accordingly. Like Hitoshi, he’s a planner.

Hitoshi’s eyes are hauntingly beautiful like this and he feels the same warm feeling spread throughout his body, just like last time. “Eijirou, answer honestly,” Hitoshi orders and Eijirou perks up at the command. He never thought of using Hitoshi’s quirk to force the truth until this conversation…he internally preens at finding such a treasure.

“Eijirou, what are your plans for us?” Hitoshi asks plainly, his eyes betraying nothing but emotionless placidity. 

Eijirou’s lips part and just to test a theory, he tries to say something other than the truth, but the words never reach his mouth. Fucking amazing. “I plan to take care of you both. Want you to rule by my side. Become a part of my family. Want to fuck you both until you can’t walk straight and love you until you will be forced to stay.” Both boys blink at him in surprise and Eijirou feels the compulsion snap back from him, and he’s able to move again. He watches as both of them blush all the way up to the tips of their ears. Perfection.

“So…it’s when you ask a question, huh?” Eijirou grins playfully at Hitoshi who’s face has morphed into a scowl at his assessment. Skinny arms cross over his chest. “That’s a yes,” Eijirou confirms, earning his first smirk from Katsuki. “Hitoshi, did I satisfy your condition?” Eijirou already knows the answer, but he wants Hitoshi to admit it.

“Yes.”

“Then come here, boy.”

Hitoshi eyes him for a second, waiting for the trap, but Eijirou knows that he’s going to have to have an unlimited amount of patience with both of them…both so stuck in the cycle of survival that they question everything around them. He had earlier questioned whether it was bravery or stupidity that had them openly challenging him…he’s determined that it’s neither. His boys are clever. They adapt and conquer. He can’t wait to see what they’ll do. Hitoshi finally moves and crawls closer. Eijirou reaches out and grasps Hitoshi by the back of the hair and tilts his neck back. He watches Katsuki tense next to him, ready to attack, but Eijirou leans in anyway and licks up Hitoshi’s neck, tasting him. A shiver runs through the boy’s body.

Eijirou has a theory about his two boys. They both seem to be perfectionists in different ways, both striving so hard for control. Eijirou wants to see that control break. Wants to watch them fall apart beneath him. He’s not sure how their dynamic usually works, but he has a guess as to how this is going to go and they’re both going to fall so perfectly… He nips at the juncture between Hitoshi’s neck and shoulder, earning him a delicious gasp. He sinks his teeth in lightly and sucks on the skin hard enough to bruise. Hitoshi is breathing heavily as Eijirou leaves his mark. Once the skin is reddened and blood is rising to the top, Eijirou releases him and whispers near his ear, “Hitoshi, are you going to be good for me?”

An honest to god whine reverberates in Eijirou’s ears, forcing his cock to harden to an almost painful level. “Oh baby…” he sighs against the boy’s neck and thanks every god he can think of for the circumstance that brought them together. The warehouse was a worthy sacrifice for such treasures.

Eijirou leans back and watches as Hitoshi licks his lips in a subconscious gesture. He chances a glance down. He’s seen his boys naked already, but currently he wants to rip the sweatpants from Hitoshi’s body when he sees the tent in his pants, just begging for Eijriou to satisfy it. 

Katsuki squirms suddenly, catching Eijirou’s eye. There’s an equally excited bulge in Katsuki’s sweats and Riot knows that he has them right where he wants them. Needy and wanting.  

“Toshi…” Katsuki says breathlessly, calling Eijirou’s eyes back to him. Hitoshi hums in response, still trapped by Eijirou’s hold on his hair. 

Eijirou reaches down with his other hand and lightly strokes over Hitoshi’s erection teasingly without removing his eyes from Katsuki. Katsuki’s pupils are dilated and focused on Eijirou’s hand, his lips parted slightly. A twitch in his pants gives it away. Katsuki likes to watch…

Eijirou turns his eyes back to a panting Hitoshi who squirms slightly when Eijirou increases the pressure of his fingertips over Hitoshi’s straining erection. “Do you need something, baby?” He coos at his boy. Hitoshi clenches his eyes shut like he’s trying to avoid Eijirou’s gaze. “Open your eyes, Hitoshi,” he commands and lilac eyes fly open, vulnerable and needy. “That’s it, pretty boy, focus on me.” Hitoshi whimpers when Eijirou creeps his hand upwards and yanks on the tie holding Hitoshi’s pants up, then slips his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls down. Hitoshi strains against the hold in his hair and lifts his hips as the fabric slides downward past his ass, revealing his flushed erection. Eijirou doesn’t lessen his hold and jerks the pants down over pale flesh until they come free altogether and Eijirou carelessly tosses them to the floor. Eijirou releases the hold on Hitoshi’s hair and without pausing, hardens his hands and rips the tank top ruthlessly from Hitoshi’s body. He may have already seen his boys naked, but it still hits him just as hard just how beautiful Hitoshi is. 

“So pretty, baby…” Eijirou purrs, and Hitoshi blushes down to his navel. Eijirou licks his lips. He turns to Katsuki. “Your turn, sweet boy.”

Katsuki rips the tank top over his head with a confidence that Eijirou’s not even sure he could pull off. His boy sits up on his knees and tugs on the string slowly, teasing. Any other time, Eijirou would appreciate the show, but right now he needs both boys screaming his name beneath him. He reaches out and snags the waistband and rips the garment straight from Katsuki’s hips, leaving the blonde wide-eyed at the brute force. “Come closer, firecracker.”

Katsuki shuffles forward on his knees and Eijrou reaches out and seizes his neck in a possessive hold and brings their mouths together violently, a clash of tongues and teeth. Katsuki meets his tongue with a vengeance, but Eijirou asserts dominance as he licks along the roof of his mouth and twists his tongue to suck Katsuki’s into his mouth. Eijirou reaches forward with his other hand and pinches one of Katsuki’s nipples and the boy mewls into his mouth. Eijirou smiles and pulls back to see Katsuki’s already debauched looking expression. He releases him and Katsuki instantly reaches for Hitoshi who has a hand on his dick, stroking idly while watching the two of them. The two of them meet with a familiarity of each other that, for a moment, makes Eijirou jealous, but as he watches he becomes more entranced. 

Katsuki has his hand tangled in Hitoshi’s lavender locks, while Hitoshi is cupping Katsuki’s jaw tenderly while their lips dance sensually together. Eijirou is hesitant to break his view as he unbuttons his own shirt and chucks it to the side. His eyes especially don’t stray as Katsuki kisses down Hitoshi’s neck and replaces Hitoshi’s hand on his dick. Eijirou reaches down and unbuckles his belt. He groans watching Katsuki give Hitoshi’s length a few slow pulls.

Hitoshi tilts his head back, “Fuck, Kats.” Eijirou shifts and pulls his pants and boxers down with one go and fists his own length as Katsuki leans down and takes Hitoshi into his mouth. Eijirou reaches blindly to the nightstand next to the bed and fumbles around in its contents for the lube he knows he stashed there. When his fingers close around the bottle, he pulls it out and slams the drawer shut, startling both boys out of the moment. Katsuki side-eyes him with his mouth full of Hitoshi’s cock, while Hitoshi stares directly at Eijirou’s cock. Eijirou gives himself a firm tug and precome oozes from his tip under the boys’ heated stares.

“Keep going,” Eijirou orders quietly, urging them to continue. Katsuki gives him one more seductive up-down glance and turns back to sliding his mouth down over Hitoshi’s cock. Hitoshi’s eyes shoot down and his hands grip in blonde locks, not pushing or pulling, but just holding the strands, twisted between the fingertips.

Hitoshi lets out a subdued moan when Katsuki dives deeper onto his cock, sucking him into the back of his throat. Eijirou suspects a gag to come as Katsuki slides deeper with every thrust, but instead Katsuki looks up at Hitoshi with a challenging glare and Eijirou’s eyes blow wide when Hitoshi meets that glare head on and tightens his grip in Katsuki’s hair and begins to pull Katsuki forward forcefully while thrusting.  “Fuck,” Eijirou mutters as Hitoshi begins to face fuck Katsuki until tears are streaming from his firecracker’s eyes and snot drips from his nose. With every wet, gurgled sound Eijirou’s dick twitches. He can’t wait anymore and pops the cap on the lube and drizzles it over his fingers. Hitoshi moans more openly now, but his eyes land on Eijirou and he nods when Eijirou reaches towards Katsuki’s ass and swipes wet fingers between Katsuki’s cheeks and over his pretty pink hole. Katsuki tries to moan around Hitoshi’s cock, but the sound is absorbed as Hitoshi drives in even harder. “Kats, gonna come,” Hitoshi warns, tone strained. Eijirou keeps eye contact with Hitoshi as he gently thumbs over Katsuki’s entrance, relaxing the muscles. His finger slips into tight heat and he twists it to wet Katsuki’s channel.

Hitoshi’s hips stutter as he watches Eijirou begin to slowly thrust a finger in and out of Katsuki’s ass. “Shit,” he cries out and buries himself deep in Katsuki’s throat, shoving the blonde’s nose in his purple happy trail. Eijirou feeds Katsuki another finger as Hitoshi groans gutterally and shivers while he unloads deep, filling Katsuki’s belly with his spend. When he finally releases Katsuki’s hair and withdraws from the confines of Katsuki’s throat, Katsuki lets out a wet cough that forces him to tighten rhythmically around Eijirou’s fingers. Hitoshi slumps down on the bed, panting and sweat drips from his forehead.

“So good, baby, swallowing him down like that,” Eijirou rumbles as he forces a third finger past Katsuki’s tight rim. Katsuki lets out the most pornographic moan Eijirou has ever heard and he increases his thrusts, curling his fingers looking for Katsuki’s special spot. Eijirou is greedy for more of his sounds. His fingers brush over something swollen and he presses hard against it. Katsuki mewls and his back arches while his knuckles turn white, contrasting against dark bed sheets. Hitoshi smirks knowingly, from his perch against the pillows.

Eijirou pulls out of Katsuki suddenly. “Hitoshi, come here, Kitten.” Hitoshi’s eyes shoot to his in question. “Hands and knees, baby. Right next to Kats.” Hitoshi looks confused for a moment, but slowly maneuvers himself into position, so that both perfect asses are exposed to Eijirou and he drinks in the sight of them both. He quickly smothers his other hand in lube and doesn’t hesitate to swipe over Hitoshi’s hole. A shiver rakes down his boy’s spine at the contact, but there’s no protest. He rubs firmly over Hitoshi’s hole and shoves a finger in unceremoniously. Hitoshi cries out from the sudden intrusion. He works his finger steadily. “You like that, baby?” 

“Fuck yes,” Hitoshi groans and works his hips backwards against Eijirou’s finger. Another finger is added, and Hitoshi continues to thrust backwards greedily. “More,” he grits out after only a few thrusts. Eijirou raises a brow. He knows Hitoshi isn’t loose enough to take another without pain. 

“Are you sure?” Eijirou asks as he pulls his fingers out completely.

“Yes I’m fuckin’ sure…want it, please.”

A lightbulb goes off in Eijirou’s mind, “Is my kitten a little painslut, hmmm?”

Hitoshi moans when Eijirou abruptly thrusts three fingers into his tight wet heat. His insides quiver and clench. “Yeeeeeeesssss.” Eijirou holds them there, buried deep, while he raises his other hand and thrusts three back into Katsuki’s patiently waiting hole. He thrusts both hands slowly in sync, twisting and scissoring his fingers in tandem. He curls his fingers inside Hitoshi and finds his prostate on the first go, making Hitoshi suddenly grasp onto Katsuki’s hand and hold on like his life depends on it. Eijirou grinds his fingertips against that spot and grins watching Hitoshi’s dick respond and harden back to full mast.

Eijirou picks up his speed and drills his fingers harder against both of their rims to a chorus of grunts and moans. He makes sure to press hard against their prostates with every thrust of his fingers, turning them both into quivering, writhing messes. “Are both of my boys slutty bottoms?” Eijirou wonders aloud as they both begin thrusting their hips back simultaneously. All he receives in response are twin groans. 

“Yeah?” He asks meanly and adds a fourth finger on both hands, forcing more desperate sounds from their bodies. “Who’s gonna come first I wonder?” Katsuki braces on one hand and reaches for his dick. Eijirou clucks his tongue disapprovingly, “Don’t you dare, firecracker. You’ll come on my fingers only.”

Katsuki whines and only thrusts himself back harder, practically riding Eijirou’s fingers, so all he has to do is keep his hand still. “Getting close,” Katsuki growls. “It’s right fucking there. So fucking full.”

“You think you’re full now? Wait til I feed you my dick and pump you full of my come, baby…” Eijirou warns through clenched teeth and redoubles his efforts working to milk the boys and make them really spray. They both tighten at his words. “Two cocksluts desperate for dick, aren’t you?” he rhetorically growls, but it’s Hitoshi who answers.

“Yes,” he grits out, his voice strained and ragged.

“You gettin’ close too, baby?” Eijiro snarls at him.

“Yes…..” he answers on a moan. Katsuki tightens at the sound. Riot smirks, marveling at how the two just feed off of each other.

He decides to switch it up and lowers his voice even deeper, “Such pretty boys. Are you both going to be good and come for me?” Both of them clench down hard. Katsuki lets out a shout and his whole body goes tense as a livewire. “That’s it, firecracker. Come for me…” A spurt of thick white gushes from Katsuki’s cock and he shudders as orgasm tears through him. “So good, so perfect. You’re all mine, baby.” Eijirou keeps praising and slows his strokes inside Katsuki until his boy shivers in overstimulation. He gently removes his hand all while keeping his thrusts steady inside Hitoshi. Katsuki collapses face first into the bed, quivering in aftershocks.

Eijirou smiles at him fondly, but then turns his attention back to his kitten. “I know you’re close, Kitten…” Eijirou purrs as he curls his fingers a little harder on his sweet spot. “Do you need a little pain to help you along?” Eijirou doesn’t even wait for a response before slapping his hand down hard against the globe of Hitoshi’s firm asscheek. Hitoshi cries out and clenches down, gripping tightly to Eijirou’s fingers. He keeps pumping despite the muscles sucking him in and trying to hold his hand hostage. “Maybe you need a little firmer hand…Don’t think I didn’t notice how your greedy hole clenched down when I called you a cockslut. Are you MY little cockslut, Hitoshi? Gonna come again?” Eijirou slaps his other cheek and Hitoshi clenches again. 

“Please. Please. Please,” Hitoshi begins pleading almost incoherently. His moans are reaching a fever pitch. “Eijirou….” He squeals and Eijirou is forced to firmly circle his own dick with his free hand to keep from coming when his name is screamed. Hitoshi clenches down impossibly tight, halting Eijirou’s movements and thin white spend dribbles from Hitoshi’s reddened slit. He shakes hard and opens his mouth in a silent scream. Eijirou smiles smugly when Hitoshi finally collapses on the bed next to Katsuki, pulling himself off of Eijirou’s fingers with a grunt and a wet squelch.

Eijirou looks over his two sweaty and panting boys, coats his cock in lube, and gives himself a strong stroke. Katsuki looks over his shoulder and twists himself onto his back. He gives Eijirou a deadly smirk and pulls his knees to his chest. Eijirou raises a brow and scoots so that he’s right between Katsuki’s legs. He leans over and braces his hands on either side of Katsuki’s head, putting them face to face. “Does my little firecracker need more?” 

Katsuki’s eyes turn a little mischievous. “Are you gonna feed me your dick like you promised, Eiji?” He growls in response. Eijirou might be a mob boss and a villain, but even he’s able to be caught off guard. With Katsuki’s filthy fuckin’ words and the nickname, Eijirou’s mind is forced to reboot completely as his cock kicks with interest.

“Gonna fuck me so hard I can’t walk…wasn’t that what you said earlier?” He goads.

Eijirou leans down and captures his lips again, forcing them open and licking at Katsuki’s tongue and teeth. While they’re still locked together, Eijirou circles one of his hands around the front of Katsuki’s throat lightly. Eijirou leans back and glares at the squirming boy below him. Katsuki gives him the same challenging glare that he gave to Hitoshi earlier and Eijirou knows it for what it is…permission and challenge. Eijirou tightens his hand around Katsuki’s throat and leans back to grab his thick cock and notch it at Katsuki’s sloppy entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch and Katsuki grunts at the pressure. “You can take it, firecracker. I know you can…” Eijirou murmurs to him as he pushes in further. Katsuki is so tight and hot around him. Fuck, he wants to ram in all at once and brutally carve out a permanent space inside both of them that only fits his cock. His patience runs out and he crams the remaining couple of inches inside Katsuki in an instant. Katsuki lets out a gasp and grips the back of his legs so hard that they will probably bruise in the morning. 

Eijirou draws out slowly and violently thrusts back into the hilt, forcing Katsuki to slide across the mattress and groan loudly. Movement to his left catches Eijirou’s eyes and he sees that Hitoshi has turned to his side and is bracing his head up on his elbow and is watching them with laser focus. 

“Eiji,” Katsuki calls in a gravelly voice, snapping Eijirou’s attention back to the blonde. “Fuckin’ ruin me.” 

Eijirou’s hand tightens on his throat and he starts thrusting in faster. Katsuki can still breathe, but Eijirou knows that before long that hazy floating feeling will settle in over him. He picks up his pace even faster and jolts all the way to the hilt with every jarring thrust. Katsuki practically wails, when Eijirou gets his knees further under him and changes the angle to hit Katsuki’s prostate dead on. He has no doubt that Katsuki is still sensitive from his earlier orgasm, but he wants this feisty little brat to be a fucking mess when he’s done with him. Wants to make his little firecracker come all over himself. He rails into Katsuki hard, not holding back while the blonde grunts and groans overcome.

Eijirou is so focused on the feeling of tight clenching walls around his cock, that he almost doesn’t recognize the tingling in his spine and his balls drawing up tight. “Such a good fucking boy, firecracker. Are you gonna come again for me, baby?” 

“Fuuuuuuck…” Katsuki growls out and throws his head back against the pillows, arching his neck further into Eijirou’s grip. Eijirou tightens his fingers further. Katsuki tries to suck in a sharp inhale, but his air is cut off. At first, a slither of worry creeps up on Eijirou and he goes to loosen his hold–

“He likes it,” Hitoshi comments slyly. “He’s going to come so fuckin’ hard.”

Eijirou groans at the words and pounds into Katsuki, wet slaps of skin meeting skin ringing around them. “C’mon firecracker, come on my cock so I can fill this pretty hole…”

Eijirou reaches out a hand and fists Katsuki’s dick and gives it a couple of strong strokes that match the pace of his thrusts, while Katsuki’s face turns red from lack of air. The boy’s eyes begin to roll back and Eijirou suddenly releases his throat and Katsuki sucks in a greedy inhale. His firecracker goes still beneath him and his abs tense up. Something between a scream and a growl sounds from deep in his chest so loudly that Eijirou is sure the guards in the hallway can hear. Thin liquid spurts out of his slit, covering Eijirou’s fist and down to cover Katsuki’s navel. Eijirou continues to milk him as Katsuki’s orgasm continues to pulse through him, making him shake and grit his teeth. After a few moments, Katsuki whines in overstimulation and Eijirou releases him, only to grab the backs of both of Katsuki’s thighs and grind himself as deep as he can get into his pulsing channel. Eijirou’s own orgasm slams into him like a truck, making his vision white out. It feels as though one of Kaminari’s electric charges zips up his spine making him arch while spurt after spurt of hot come is milked by Katsuki’s clenched and quivering muscles enveloping him.

Eijirou is reluctant to pull out and leave the warmth of Katsuki’s guts, but as he softens he slips out making them both shudder and groan. Katsuki’s eyes flutter shut and his legs stretch out around Eijirou, exhausted. Hitoshi is still watching with half lidded eyes that smolder and half-heartedly stroking a half hard dick. Eijirou chuckles softly and pets over Katsuki’s leg idly, while meeting lilac eyes. “You are insatiable, boy.”

Hitoshi smirks and nods, but his eyes also begin to droop and his hand stills on his dick. Eijirou chuckles again lightly and moves to get up.

“Where are you going?” Hitoshi’s eyes snap open and he’s watching Eijirou with something like worry in his tired eyes.

Eijirou walks around the bed and leans over the edge to stroke a hand through Hitoshi’s wild, sweaty locks. “Just going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean my boys up, before we get some rest.”

Hitoshi leans into the touch, but an unsure “Oh” slips from his lips.

Eijirou raises a brow in question and for once Hitoshi looks a little abashed. 

“Did you think I was leaving, Kitten?”

Hitoshi pulls away from his touch and sits up, looking over to Katsuki for a moment and then meeting Eijirou’s inquisitive gaze. “Yeah,” he admits quietly. “Figured you’d get a taste and then get bored now that the novelty was gone. I know what you said, but we’ve been abandoned before and I guess I expected it.”

Eijirou leans down and presses soft lips against his boy’s forehead. “I’m coming right back, baby. You two will never be alone again. If I have my way, I’d have you both leashed to me, never far from my side. I warned you that you were mine. I don’t make promises like that to just anybody.”

Hitoshi looks at him hard for a moment, but then he hums and lays back on the bed. Eijirou takes that as his sign and makes his way to the ensuite bathroom, to wet a warm cloth and then goes back to the bed to find both boys passed out and softly snoring.

He can’t seem to force the small smile from his face as he wipes both of them down, before crawling in between them and putting an arm under both and drawing them into his sides. His firecracker shifts his head to lay in the crook of Eijirou’s shoulder, throwing one of his legs up and over Eijirou’s. Meanwhile, Shinsou turns on his side, back to Eijirou’s side and tucks Eijirou’s hand up against his chest.

Eijirou drifts, the feeling of the warm skin of his boys against him. He has the brief thought that maybe he shouldn’t trust enough to fall asleep between them, might not wake up at all if they deceived him. But loyalty is everything to him. There’s still many tests and tribulations to come between them. He isn’t naive enough to think that it will all be smooth sailing. His boys know that he’s manipulating them…but maybe they’ll see that Eijirou meant every word he said. Normally, he would worry that they’re only giving in to his demands because of his offer of safety and security. However, as long as they’re his, he doesn’t mind being used. He can wait patiently for everything else to fall into place…he’s planned ahead and will do anything to gain their trust and their hearts. He’s not ashamed to be greedy and they will be his most treasured possessions if they let him…only time will tell.

EPILOGUE- 1 Year Later

KATSUKI

Eijirou is fidgeting with his cufflinks and Katsuki lets out a bark of laughter watching him struggle to put them on. “What kind of gangster are you?” He mocks.

“One who apparently can’t put on cufflinks,” Hitoshi deadpans from his perch on the edge of the bed. 

“Are you two finished?” Eijirou asks in what Katsuki affectionately calls his ‘Daddy Voice.’ Katsuki grabs his wrist and secures the first cufflink in only a matter of seconds, then quickly secures the other. Eijirou looks at him in that sickly fond manner and picks an invisible piece of lint from Katsuki’s dress shirt. He refuses to wear a suit like Eiji and Toshi, makes him feel claustrophobic and stiff. He still has hang-ups around things that restrict his movements. Luckily, no one gives him shit about it. They wouldn’t dare.

“Thanks, firecracker,” Eijirou murmurs and pulls Katsuki close for a kiss. Katsuki grins and nips at Eiji’s lower lip playfully.

“God, don’t get me started again,” Hitoshi groans across the room, as he stands from the bed and straightens his suit jacket. “Unless you’re both ready to skip this ridiculous meeting altogether and stay in bed? He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Katsuki takes a moment to look over the two of his lovers. Toshi has always been the love of his life, having been together since they were two young teens trying to survive the streets after being forced out of abusive homes. His eyes land on Eiji…and he smirks…he’d made Blood Riot work for it, each and every day. Katsuki hasn’t forgotten about that day in the warehouse, but he smiles and looks back on the day fondly, remembering how their poor unsuspecting third got a dose of his own medicine and took up the challenge of loving them despite their initial protests. The power that came with it was heady. For the most part, he and Toshi stay out of their third’s business…except for special occasions such as tonight.

“Do I get to blow some shit up tonight?” Katsuki asks slyly as he looks up at Eijirou, and brushes over the front of his suit.

“Baby…let’s see if the deal goes south first…” Eijirou coddles him in a soft tone, only reserved for the two of them. Katsuki revels in the knowledge that ‘out there’ his man is a monster, that he will do anything to protect his legacy. His namesake of ‘Blood Riot’ rings with retribution, blood and violence. But, here with them… he’s simply theirs.

—

Katsuki stands at the right of Eijirou, with Toshi on the left, as they all scan the warehouse where various men are scattered throughout, all staring at them with promised violence. A couple are lounging, completely relaxed on top of large wooden crates that occupy the space, while others stand in the shadows attempting to erase their presence. Katsuki notes each one with calculated efficiency. There are too many men here for it to be a simple exchange. He knows that Toshi and Eiji have also clocked the discrepancies in what they’d been told. A singular man approaches from between two crates and Katsuki eyes the clear burn scars covering the man’s arms and up to his chin, staples lining the seams glinting in the various construction lights illuminating the space. Katsuki thinks back to the warehouse they met in, and can’t help but think that this one would also look better with a ‘skylight.’

The man’s chunky black boots thud against the concrete as he approaches and Katsuki notices the subtle hardening starting to inch its way up Eijirou’s arms and the twitching in Toshi’s fingertips. The sweat in Katsuki’s palm tingles, itching to ignite as the tension in the room escalates.

“Riot, good to see you,” the man says, the easy grin on his face and informal address making Katsuki’s hackles rise. 

“Dabi,” Eijirou greets easily. “This is a sight more men than what we agreed upon for a simple exchange, hmmm?” Eijirou’s stance is still relaxed, but Katsuki can see the anticipation like an aura around his man.

“Didn’t realize we warranted a welcoming committee,” Toshi remarks dryly, his bored facade already in place.

Katsuki snorts lightly and crosses his arms.

Dabi never loses his slimy grin and Katsuki resists the urge to wipe it from his face…permanently.

Turquoise eyes never even swing to him and Toshi, remaining riveted on Eijirou, like the two of them aren’t even a threat. Katsuki smothers his grin. Good. Let the fucker underestimate them. “Awwww, Riot, you brought pets…how cute,” Dabi comments with a barely concealed sneer. 

This time Eijirou smirks, deadly and menacing. “And you brought roaches…Thought we came here to do business?”

A brief flash of irritation passes over the sleazeball’s face with Eijirou’s words, but his posture relaxes nonetheless and Katsuki’s nerves ramp up. Someone relaxed like that in the presence of Blood Riot spells trouble. Katsuki quickly scans the surrounding faces again, many of them much closer than when they had arrived. Looks like he might get to blow some shit up tonight after all…

“Deal’s changed. Got a better offer,” Dabi shrugs like it's no big deal.

Eijirou hums in response, “I see…then what am I doing here? A simple phone call would have sufficed.” He side-eyes Katsuki. “Here me and my pets got all dressed up for a party. Really rude of you, Dabi. Thought you knew better than to waste my time.”

The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh, a low and raspy sound that grates on Katsuki’s nerves. The roaches close in on them further, many of them with grins and chuckling along with their boss. “Sorry Riot, but your head was part of the new deal I made with Shigaraki. He says to send you his regards.” The dipshit’s palm is suddenly engulfed in blue flames and Katsuki loosens his arms from his chest and readies his palm.

“You sure that’s what you want to do?” Hitoshi asks, his tone icy and aloof.

Finally, Dabi’s gaze lands on him with vitriol. “Riot, your pets are first so you can watch—”

Katsuki grins as Dabi’s eyes turn milky white as Hitoshi slams his iron grip over the dickhead’s mind. “Dabi,” Hitoshi says with deadly calm. “Kill all of your men.”

“What the hell?” One of the men mutters as Dabi turns in a slow circle to face them and both of his hands and arms engulf in blue flames. Katsuki has never quite seen a quirk quite like it as azure flames blast in long arcs and screams echo in the vast space. Many of the men try to flee, but none move fast enough as they are caught in the flame’s path and are cremated to ash on the spot. Some try to use quirks, but none are long distance defense quirks. Parts of the warehouse latch on to those flames and soon blazes of blue begin to illuminate the space in an eerie light. When the last of the screams have silenced, Katsuki takes a moment to let out a quiet chuckle at the carnage. Hitoshi looks to him briefly with a smug smile before looking back to Dabi in front of them. 

The man blinks and jerks back to awareness, his gaze wild and frenzied. “What the absolute fuck?!” He screams, all composure lost. 

Katsuki lets out a bark of laughter making those wild eyes swing to him. “Stupid motherfucker, we’re the guard dogs.” The man’s face suddenly twists into something feral and vicious and he lunges for Katsuki.

Katsuki’s manic grin spreads so wide that his lips split in the corners, as he puts his palm up and lets off only a small explosion, blowing the asshole back several feet until he lands hard on his ass against a metal wall, bracketed by small burning fires on either side and singed holes in his shirt. Dabi’s jaw clenches as he scrambles back to his feet, both palms fully lit and blazing. “You’re gonna fucking regret that!” He shouts.

“No…” Katsuki sighs and lifts his palm again, “You’re gonna regret fucking with what’s mine.” It’s the calmest he’s ever been…the eye of the storm…as he allows Dabi to run at him full tilt. When he’s close enough and Katsuki sees the flames coming straight at him, he feels the goosebumps race down his body underneath the layer of incendiary sweat that pools in his palms. Eijirou hardens to his unbreakable form and pulls Hitoshi back behind him quickly.

The blast incinerates Dabi instantly, blowing pressure outwards in all directions, crumpling walls and splitting metal beams. Katsuki’s ears pop and ache with the boom that splits through the air and the roar of wind, as if an atomic bomb had been released right where he’s standing. When the heat and pressure finally recedes, all that’s left of the abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere…is the foundation. Sheets of metal litter the field around them, pieces still smoldering and melted. A thrill runs through Katsuki overseeing the destruction around him. It’s almost better than an orgasm, looking over it all and breathing in the chaos he wrought. Maybe he’d ask Eiji to be a little more involved. This was…fun .

“Looks like you got to blow shit up…” Hitoshi’s arms suddenly wrap around him from behind and soft lips press against the side of his neck. “You look so fucking hot when you explode,” He whispers against the shell of Katsuki’s ears.

Eijirou steps in front of him, and leans down to put his forehead against Katsuki’s. “So sexy, firecracker,” he murmurs, low and deep.

The praise lights Katsuki up, taking his adrenaline high to new heights. He leans in and captures Eiji’s lips in a rough kiss. 

Katsuki smiles and leans into both of their embraces. Time to go home.