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"I'm not sure if this is a good idea.." Sero tried to argue as his feathered mentor shoved a glass into his hands. Their fingers briefly brushed together in the exchange, doing nothing to calm his jittering nerves. "Aren't there a lot of high profile heroes here?" And when he said a lot, he meant all of them.
Besides the number two hero, Hawks, his current mentor, heroes like Endeavor and Mountain Lady were also here. All scattered around the room in the massive penthouse that the Hero Commission had rented for a.. Party? It couldn't be something business related, because there was alcohol, but the reasoning for this get together was still lost to him.
Oh well. Everyone, but Endeavor, seemed to be enjoying themselves. He felt a little uncomfortable, his suit stifling and Hawks' insistence about drinking alcohol just plain out weird.
"Don't worry too much about it, Hanta!" Hawks said cheerfully, throwing an arm over his shoulders. "If you want to be a good hero, you also have to know how to celebrate."
Sero was still a bit hesitant, looking at the glass with a difficult expression. When he looked back up, he thought he saw a friendly face, but before he could act on it, a red wing blocked his vision.
"Come on, sweetheart. One glass never hurt anyone." Hawks tried again, smiling sweetly at him.
Sero sighed softly, but raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. Hm.. It didn't taste as bad as he expected it to.
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Keigo grinned as he watched Sero chatting with some of the other heroes. Mission successful. As much as he appreciated the intern, having a teen cling to him was not his ideal way to pass time at a party. He never really understood why Sero was still nervous around pro-heroes, considering who all worked at UA and his previous internships, but he didn't want to push it too much.
He just let the alcohol do its work.
This way, Keigo could finally make his way over to the person who he was really here for. The number one hero was standing alone, somewhere on the side, looking like a three course meal in a suit that was just a tad too tight. It had been driving him insane since the start of the party.
"Hey, big guy." He got a grunt in reply and honestly? Even being acknowledged was a victory at this point. "Need someone to keep you company?"
He could see how Enji's face contorted with annoyance. Yikes. Maybe he had pushed it too much again.
"Leave, boy. I'm not in the mood for your endless chirping."
Normally, Keigo would try to argue a bit and attempt to push even more of Enji's buttons, but it genuinely seemed like tonight wasn't the night for it. With a dramatic sigh, he turned around and looked around the room, looking for someone else to bother.
There was a gentle tug on his jacket, wings twitching. He had noticed that someone was reaching out for him and he almost wanted to defend himself, but then realized there wasn't any real danger here.
He turned around, cheeks straining with the fakest smile he ever put on. "What's up, Todoroki?" It was the youngest, staring at him with those mismatched eyes.
"Do you know where Sero went? I've been looking for him." Shouto asks him, head tilted slightly.
Keigo never wanted to punch a child so badly. "If I knew, he would be here, wouldn't he? I'm not his babysitter, so I don't care." Maybe his reply was unfairly harsh to the kid, but he couldn't care less. He was tired of Endeavor treating him the way he did and of course the youngest Todoroki had eyes for Sero. They were mocking him.
With a soft scoff, he departed, making his way to the bar and taking a seat next to Edgeshot. Maybe he could waste his time here.
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This party literally couldn't get worse. With the bar closing at 10pm, Keigo had nothing left to do. The colleagues he was closer with already went back home, because they would have to get up early for either work or kids. He honestly couldn't care about the heroes who were left at the party. Might as well look for his precious intern then.
He got up from his seat, stumbling slightly as he finally felt the alcohol settle. Shaking his wings out, a couple of fiery red feathers flew around the room to assist his search.
His head snapped around, gaze locking onto the door that led towards the hallway. There Hanta was, barely managing to keep himself upright and deciding it was a good idea to leave the room on his own.
Before the door had a chance to even shut again, a few feathers followed the intern. Keigo just couldn't deny his curiosity. Where would Sero be going, all alone? His question soon got answered with Sero dragging himself into the locker rooms. Huh.. Interesting.
Well, Sero was clearly lost and Keigo wouldn't be a good mentor if he didn't try to help at least a little bit!
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Hanta knew this was a promise that got broken a lot, but he swore he would never ever touch another drop of alcohol again. He thought he would be fine, because of Hawks' pushing, but now he could barely stand on his own two feet. His skin was clammy and his head was pounding.
Thankfully with the help of the staff, he managed to find his way to the locker room. He would probably feel better after having a second to breathe. Picking out a skin tight hero suit had been a bad idea. With clumsy fingers, he started peeling back the spandex, until his torso and arms were freed.
He didn't even hear the door open. If Aizawa was here, he'd lecture him about being aware of his surroundings. But it was just Hawks, so he wasn't too worried. "Could you help me with the zipper?" When Hawks approached him, he didn't think anything of it. He was the one who asked for help, so why did he feel nervous when Hawks grabbed his zipper?
"Of course, let me take care of this for you, baby." The way Hawks whispered it made him regret asking, so he tried to back away. He didn't get the chance.
He yelped softly when Hawks suddenly yanked, pulling so hard on the zipper it broke off and his hero suit got ripped. The pieces of fabric laid by his feet, leaving him in just his underwear.
Two steady hands found their way to his chest and he got pushed, until his back hit the cold metal of the lockers. He huffed softly, and grabbed Hawks' wrist, ready to pull them away. "What are you doing?" He asked, breath hitching when those hands squeezed his
pecs. It felt desperate and a bit weird, with Hawks still wearing his gloves and doing this completely unannounced.
A few feathers were pushing down his underwear while Hawks kept groping him.
He wanted to cover himself, but soon more feathers joined the party and kept his limbs out of the way. Hawks' warm, gloved hands slid up his thighs as the hero firmly pressed their bodies together. The heat and the feeling of another body so close to him made his mind swim.. Despite his hesitation, his cock was swelling between them. Hawks' noticed immediately and looked at him with a feral grin.
"I knew you were just a slut the moment I saw you. The eyes you make at the youngest Todoroki, begging him to fuck you. I'm so tired of us following them around like lost puppies while we can already get so much more." Hawks whispered into his ear, before moving down to his collarbone, sucking and biting marks into soft skin.
A gasp left his mouth when he got lifted up, automatically wrapping his legs around Hawks' waist.
Getting prepped was a haze. He felt the fingers inside of him, but it was like Hawks was purposely avoiding the spots that would make him feel good.
It stung. He wanted it to stop, but the words that came out of his mouth were slurred and incoherent. He was desperately trying to hold onto Hawks' jacket, fighting back tears.
Suddenly there was just emptiness again and it lasted for just a few seconds.
"Come on, baby. I know you want this, don't cry."
Sero moaned loudly when something hot and big slid into hole, the pressure against his prostate making his eyes roll into the back of his head. He was hard, throbbing and smearing precum against Hawks' shirt.
"Todoroki!" He threw his head back, banging it against the lockers. Hawks' dick was sliding in and out of him at a rapid pace and his mind couldn't keep up. It felt so good. The hands on his thighs were holding him with a bruising grip, but he didn't mind, as long as Hawks kept going.
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Keigo bit his lip, using all his strength to keep snapping his hips up into that delicious tight hole. It wasn't what he had originally wanted, but he could appreciate how desperate Sero sounded, crying out for Shouto.
The door of the locker room clicked open, but he kept going, making eye contact with the person he had just been thinking about. Oh, how he was going to cherish that shell shocked expression on Shouto's face.
Though it didn't affect him all that much, the alcohol in his blood was still hindering his stamina. He snapped his hips up a few more times and came inside of Sero, filling up the boy's insides with hot spurts of cum.
Keigo pulled out and laughed a little, gently lowering a shaking Sero to the ground. "What a good boy. You made a mess of me, though. I'm sure you'll be able to sort yourself out, right?" He tucked himself back into his pants and straightened himself and his clothes.
He walked towards the door, smirking as he brushed past Shouto. "Tell your daddy I said hi."
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Shouto's heart was beating incredibly loud from both Hawks' comment and what he just witnessed, but as soon as Hawks left, he walked into the room and immediately rushed to Sero's side. His friend was shivering and crying on the floor, shredded clothing being the only thing covering his body. He tried to ignore how Sero's ass was still exposed and had obviously been used.
He kneeled down next to Sero and ever so gently, wrapped his arms around Sero to pull him close and just hold him.
Oh, how it hurts to see the person he loved so much like this.
"I'm sorry." He said softly, carding a hand through Sero's jet black hair.
"I'll make sure he won't hurt you again. I promise, my love."