Is This How It Ends, Kacchan?

"…Kacchan?" The green eyes widen and twinkled in the low lighting. Katsuki looked at the teen in fear, his heart racing dangerously faster and his thoughts were all over the place. Deku scratched at the walls near the door to find a light switch of sorts, and grunted when he flipped it on.

Katsuki squinted at the bright light that clicked on above him, the tears that dried on his cheeks gave a dull shine to Deku when the teen faced him. The standing teen held back a sob, seemingly distraught at his childhood friend's current situation. Rival or not, no one should be treated like this.

Something was off though, Katsuki's mind supplied. Where were the other heroes? His classmates? All Might..? But then again, none of the other villains had interrupted Deku from finding him here on the futon.

For just this one time, I'll let Deku save me.

Deku approached him slowly, probably worrying that Bakugou would use his quirk on him from embarrassment at his current position. When his classmate realized he wouldn't get hurt, he stopped in front of his face and dropped onto his knees harshly, not even wincing at the clunk noise his joints made when they landed on the hard flooring.

"What have they…," his eyes grew wet and he choked out a sob. "You're gonna be okay, Kacchan," Deku leaned forward to envelop Katsuki in a warm embrace, one that the blonde was wanting but would never admit to asking.

Katsuki couldn't respond even if he wanted to. His lips stayed pressed together, and as he felt fresh tears accumulate at the corners of his eyes, his chest filled with warmth. For some reason, he really couldn't pinpoint why, he felt comfortable in Deku's arms. It's not like he's hugged the nerd before the kidnapping, and he really doesn't have any plans to do so in the future.

But there was something that made him feel warm and comfortable and safe in his arms. Maybe it was the continuous words spilling out of his mouth as fast as the tears streaming down both their faces? Or maybe the rabbit heartbeat Katsuki can faintly hear above him?

Or… That this kid has always gone out of his way to represent as an equal to Katsuki?

Well, Katsuki thought somewhat bitterly, it's safe for now.

Deku shifted, moving his body forward a bit more to where he was restrained and with a couple of tries, the handcuffs unlocked. Katsuki hissed at the cool air around his sweaty wrists, although glad he was finally going to go back home.

Well, hopefully.

Deku's hands started wandering around his waist. They started groping his ass, the back of his thighs, wrapping strong fingers around the inside, dangerously, dangerously close to his groin.

Katsuki tried to protest, really. He couldn't recognize the small whines and groans escaping his mouth, most of his body protesting the weird warm feeling he had been craving but still leaning into it, greedy for more. "De… N—nuh," he found a pinch of strength to push himself off of the teen, but he caught him easily.

"Don't you want this? Haven't you watched me too, Kacchan?" His voice dripped delicately, sounding smooth and silky. His mouth had flashed a grin, and Katsuki flinched at the edge it took.

"You've watched for so long, Kacchan… I've always wondered who would've had to make the first move… I guess I won, right Kacchan?" The questions continued, bombing his mind like walking in a minefield. No matter where Katsuki tried to grunt and push away, Deku held him closer and closer, his hands moving back to massage his legs wider.

"Kacchan's being so cute for me," Deku cooed as his left hand moved upwards, hovering over his chest. He grabbed the tank top and ripped it down in one swift pull, then moved his other hand to grab under the blonde's arm to sit him down on the smaller teen's lap. "So needy, I wonder what Kirishima would say if he saw his best friend like this."

Katsuki's breath hitched as Deku moved his thumbs to roll over his nipples, the movements slow and so smooth, Katsuki found them almost relaxing. The pads of his thumbs were rough and calloused against his smooth chest, the added friction not helping the growing issue that's under him or the noises continuously rolling off his tongue.

Deku smiled brightly, his face looking a little too innocent for the lewd acts he was doing. His fingers continued, his thumbs rolling and his index fingers meeting them for long pulls and quick pinches. Katsuki cried out after the first pull, his body felt like it was lit aflame. A witch at the stake, he looked at his rival, the innocent smile seemingly twisting under the blonde's hazier gaze. He wanted to fight back, wanted to scream bloody murder, wanted to bite at his shoulder so Deku could let him go… Then he remembered his arms were tied behind his back, still a witch burning. Can't use magic to escape his fate.

Is this how it ends? A voice in the back of his mind questioned, it sounded so quiet and small, so unlike him that Katsuki felt tears threatening to spill over. He swallowed back the growing emotions somewhat pridefully, not that he had much pride left anyways.

He felt Deku's right hand ghost over his hard cock, pulling down the panties softly as if he were his dainty little wife on their honeymoon. The ring around its base held its ground, and Katsuki wanted to claw at it, ripping it off and flushing it down the toilet. The friction from the gentle movement wasn't wanted in any shape or form and Deku heard a low growl growing in Katsuki's throat.

Is this how it ends? A broken record question.

"Is Kacchan impatient?" His rough thumb dragged under his shaft, an equally rough shudder vibrated against Katsuki's frame. Deku pinches the cock ring and moves it up a bit, giggling at Katsuki's whines.

Is this how it ends? The question doesn't seem to want an answer circling his mind.

Deku moved one of his hands —Katsuki isn't sure anymore— to his back, pushing him forward against his shoulders like a mother about to burp a baby. The movements made Katsuki cry out, tears flowing freely from his squinting eyes. He felt overheated. The specific actions Deku chose to move the blonde around seemed so caring and maternal, his chest felt on fire as he wondered if he was still breathing steadily.

"It might hurt, Kacchan," his whisper soothed him as something touched him. "No one else will hurt you anymore, Kacchan. No one's going to hurt my little Katsuki."

Something entered him with the slow, caring pace. That didn't mean it hurt any less. Katsuki cried out harshly, scratching his throat and coughing. Deku's other hand petted his sweaty blonde hair that clung to his neck and forehead, his low hums vibrating like a purring cat. The sole finger inside him moved around and stretched him out as his other hand was now occupied with unzipping his pants.

Katsuki barely registered the small pop of the pant's button since his focus was now on two fingers scissoring inside his asshole, twisting around in different directions to find his sweet spot.

"Ah! N-uh!" The blonde squirmed as he felt the two fingers press down hard. He pawed at Deku's chest, his own shirt barricading Katsuki's dull nails from marking.

"Is this how you want us to end, Kacchan?" Deku twisted his fingers again. "Would you want me to leave you here, hard and wanting? Or would you rather let me finish?" The two digits were removed easily, Deku adjusting himself under Katsuki. His statements were like sandpaper on sandpaper, rough and grainy. He was breathless for a completely different reason than Katsuki.

Deku lined up the tip of his cock to Katsuki's ass, lifting the blonde easily over his lap. Deku spit on his hard dick, a crude substitute for lube before he eased Katsuki down on it. Katsuki cried out again, his voice raspy and worn; Deku caught his lips to swallow the noise. The kiss was messy and wet, his tongue shoved inside Katsuki's mouth with a confidence the blonde was certain the teen didn't have.

Deku moved him a little bit after Katsuki bottomed out. A split second was wasted for Katsuki to get used to his length before Deku pulled him out almost completely, only to drop him back down again, the vicious cycle repeating. Katsuki couldn't control anything anymore, his hands gripped at the green-haired teen's shoulders, his eyes closed as his mouth stayed open, cries of pain mixed with guilty moans escaping. He felt his mind go blank as Deku gripped and tugged at his weeping cock, his hand slipping around it.

The skin against skin slaps were drowned out over the lewd, wet noises that came from Deku jerking off Katsuki. The rubber cock ring held back on his release, making Katsuki oversensitive and begging for the removal of it. He felt it suffocating his cock, small droplets of pre-cum leaking and wetting Deku's scarred hand, the clear fluid shining against the room's crappy lighting.

Deku's own release was marked with a low growl that Katsuki felt vibrate through his own body. He felt the come squish and heat his insides, the warmth suffocating him again.

Katsuki groaned as Deku toyed with his ass with his cock still inside. He needed to come. It was becoming uncomfortable as he felt Deku's cock avoid pressing into his prostate even after he finished.

"Wasn't that fun, Kacchan?" The teen sighed contently. "I hope you don't mind that I change, Katsuki. Your little boy toy was fun to play with!" The teen giggled, his skin dripping off like melted wax.

Katsuki looked up at Deku's green eyes with confusion, spotting a hint of golden honey under their emerald hue. Deku continued to giggle, his cheeks flushed with a rosy red and his canines growing sharper as Deku's face continued to drip down to their laps.

"Kitty!" Toga's voice rang out in the room, a high-pitched coo that rang inside Katsuki's head.

"Wher—…De… ku?" Katsuki questioned lethargically, his mind still trying to catch up to Deku's fucking.

"Deku-kun's gone! I went to play with him but the heroes showed up! But I got what I had wanted anyways to continue with our punishment!" Her giggles died down and she brought her hands to Katsuki's cheeks, cradling him. "Dabi said you did good, so I wanted to surprise you. I was going to use Ochako-chan's blood but Deku-kun was outside instead! His lips are so soft~"

Katsuki's mind shut down. No one's saving you, give up already.

"Is this how you want us to end, Kacchan?" Deku's question echoed in his mind, wanting an answer.

"Yes, I do."