Chapter 49

Deku traced the narrow deepening in the middle of my stomach, baring his teeth at me. "Say, Kacchan… You would be mad if I told you I wanted to play with Todoroki too, right? The jealousy gets your blood boiling." He was damn right. I gritted my teeth and growled lightly.

This just made him chuckle. "Just imagine what it would feel like if I suddenly replaced you… With a friend of yours, of all people…" Great, now I did. I felt my mind clouding over with a red wave, grabbed Dekus collar and pulled him down to me. Deku snickered. "Trying to shut me up?"

I licked his lower lip in response, wound my arms around his neck and kissed him. Deku was now practically lying on me, and it felt like the room temperature had increased by at least 50 degrees. I was more than just a bit turned on. Deku released my grip on his collar and finally took his shirt off.

He wasn't done mentally torturing me, though. "Maybe you'll actually have to share me with T-" I put my hand over his mouth and hissed. Deku chuckled. "Alright, I'll stop." He came closer again. "Right now, I'm all yours anyways." One of his hands shifted under me, onto my ass. "Or more like you're all mine."

I exhaled heavily and tugged at the waistband of his black ripped jeans. After that, shit happened quickly. Next thing I knew, Deku was already entering me. I inhaled sharply, but suddenly, Deku shoved the knuckles of his index- and middle finger into my mouth. "I've changed my mind. I don't want to hear you at all."

No noise at all?! It was barely fucking manageable. Deku had a habit of quickening his already inhumane pace, or thrusting even fucking deeper into me when I thought I had gotten myself together a bit. Not to mention that I was still too sensitive from the other day.

Deku pushed my hips up a little further and hit my prostate. I clawed my fingernails into his shoulder and bit onto the 'human gag' in my mouth, but my panting was still loud enough to be what he considered 'noise'. "Kacchan, you're breathing louder than a heard of hungry hyenas."

Push. "That's not exactly-" Push. "-quiet. I guess I should-" Push. "-punish you, but I'm not into that kind of stuff." Push. "So enjoy your disobedience while it lasts." Push.

Asshole.

Deku shifted his weight forwards and slammed his arms down next to me for support. And without his provisory gag, I couldn't hold any noise back at all. Not to mention that now, he hit my prostate every time he went in. Sweet torture in everything but name? Deku was good at it. Very good.

I gave up on trying to be quiet, clutched my arms around Deku and hoped he didn't mean what he said earlier. My whole lower back started to feel scorching hot, while Dekus pace became irregular. He released with a smug grin at the suppressed scream I let out when I came.

"You can't shut up, even if your life's on the line, huh?" Dekus cold, taunting voice opposed his clearly well satisfied appearance. I grinned. "Never." Then I sat up a bit, running my thumb along his lips. "I can go another round, but don't fucking expect me to stay quiet."

-/-

Sometime later, I was lying next to Deku in my bed, both of us having showered and in our sleepwear. Well, at least me. Deku just decided I'd lend him my new skull shirt to sleep in. Not that I'd have much of a problem with it, but if he destroyed it again, I'd beat his ass.

Suddenly, Deku sat up, pulled my head into his lap and started petting me. I growled, but didn't resist. "The fuck are you doing?" "Oh just shut your gob. I'll sew your lips together, really." Dekus voice was soft, but had a dangerous undertone to it. So I let him do his thing.

The regular movements of Dekus hands through my hair were making me drowsy. I almost fell asleep, but Deku flicked his fingers against my cheek. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me. You'll make my legs go numb." I grumbled. I didn't feel like moving anywhere. Deku sighed.

Out of the blue, he picked me up by my shoulders, dropped me onto my pillow, curled up next to me and pulled the blanket over us. "There you go, you big baby." I just shifted closer to him, enjoying his warm breath on my skin. Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

-/-

Don't fall. Not asleep, not in love. Because everything that falls eventually breaks.

Deku and I sat next to each other on a bench. It was raining, and long strands of his flattened out jet-black hair were falling into his face. He looked over to me, his eyes dull and empty. "Guess your last move was made, huh?" The raindrops left dirty black traces all over his face and clothes.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I tried to sit up straight, but my body wouldn't move. Deku flicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment. "Not even in death you shut up. So dissatisfying." Just now, I noticed the red splashes on his face and shirt and the knife in his hand.

My own hands were pale, and my motionless body felt cold and foreign to myself. Deku grinned at me mirthlessly. "Maybe I shouldn't have hidden your body. Then you'd actually be in that coffin, and I don't think your voice would reach me from six feet under."

Deku pointed at a gravestone in front of us. It had my name on it. By now, the dirty rain had painted almost everything pitch-black. Dekus eyes and grin shone through the falling mud. "Time to say goodbye to daylight, Kacchan."

Then he grabbed my collar and dropped me into the open grave.