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He’s got him this time. This time for real.
It’s a little too easy, actually. Deku had left a fairly obvious trail behind him—footsteps in the snow here, a lamppost snapped in half there. Todoroki had caught him out of the corner of his eye, fleeing around the corner of a building. Todoroki should call for back up. He shouldn’t go out on his own, especially when it’s the Villain Alliance they’re talking about. Especially when it’s Deku.
Todoroki has a sixth sense about this whole setup, though. It doesn’t feel dangerous, not like most of their battles felt like. Deku hadn’t even put up that much of a fight, fleeing from the scene of the hero-villain clash as soon as Todoroki engaged him. He had led Todoroki on an epic chase around the city, pushing him to his limits and causing minor mayhem as he went.
But it still didn’t feel dangerous. And that was dangerous in and of itself.
Deku wasn’t like the rest of the villains, a distinction Todoroki really, really shouldn’t make. Criminals were criminals, and just because he felt a kinship with Deku doesn’t mean that he won’t be arrested as soon as they can neutralize him. It’s strange but—Todoroki actually enjoys fighting Deku. They’re two of the strongest and youngest on their respective sides, never able to have a no holds barred kind of battle until they met. Todoroki’s heart soars when he’s able to unleash the full might of his power. He thinks Deku feels the same way, never having a suitable rival until Todoroki came along.
Chasing Deku is almost—dare he say it—fun. Deku leads him in and around alleyways, down busy streets and up buildings. And then he leads Todoroki into the countryside. If it had been anyone else, Todoroki would have expected it to be a trap. But Deku wouldn’t do that to him, after all they’d been through together. They were always honest and straightforward in their tactics to defeat each other. Todoroki trusted him.
Dangerous, dangerous.
Todoroki shakes off the thought. The snow is thicker out here, no snow plows to brush it to the side of the road. There’s light snowfall, so Todoroki better hurry or he’ll lose Deku’s trail. He darts through a clump of pines, using his fire Quirk to melt the snow and blaze a trail.
It turns out he has nothing to worry about. Deku’s trail leads to a little cabin in the middle of nowhere, smoke curling up from the chimney.
A hideout? Todoroki thinks. Seems pretty small. There’s no way it could accommodate all of the Villain Alliance, only a handful. A personal hideout, then? Or even his home? Todoroki’s heart thuds. Deku trusted him enough to lead him to his own personal hideout. Todoroki walks the rest of the way to cabin, on edge.
The cabin’s door is unlocked. He twists the knob and pushes it open, ice tingling in the fingertips of his right hand, just in case. He steps inside and is not attacked. His eyes light on Deku’s heavy parka, discarded over the top of a chair around the kitchen table. He's here, alright.
“So.” Deku’s voice makes Todoroki jump, raising his palms defensively, flames sparking and frost coating his fingertips. Deku stands in front of the hearth, the top of his shirt unbuttoned and suspenders loose on his shoulders. He smiles at Todoroki, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You came.”
“Of course,” Todoroki says. “I’m here to arrest you.”
“Shouto,” Deku says smoothly. Todoroki flinches and Deku’s eyes go half-closed. “I thought so.”
“What?” Todoroki says.
“Hero Shouto,” Deku says, moving towards the coffee table behind him. He picks up a glass and pours what Todoroki assumes must be liqueur of some kind into it. “It’s your hero name, but it’s also your given name, isn’t it?”
He swirls the glass and takes a sip of it. He raises an eyebrow at Todoroki. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Didn’t want a fancy name like Endeavor?”
“The less I have in common with my father, the better off I am,” Todoroki says, crossing his arms.
Deku offers him the second glass. “Whiskey?”
“How do I know you haven’t poisoned the glass?” Todoroki asks.
Deku looks almost fond of him. “You know we don’t work like that,” he says.
Todoroki’s heat thuds again. He rubs at his chest. Inconvenient. He takes the offered glass and takes a long sip of the whiskey. “Is this part of your plan?” Todoroki asks. “Lure me to a rural hideaway, pump me full of alcohol, and take me out in battle? I hate to ruin your plans, but alcohol doesn’t have any effect on my combat ability.”
“How uncreative,” Deku says. “No, I wouldn’t insult you like that. When I take you down, you’ll go down in style, crushed firmly under my boot.”
“I wonder how you intend to accomplish that,” Todoroki says, “given that I’m standing between you and your only escape.”
Deku drains his whiskey and winks at Todoroki. “It’s a surprise,” he says.
“I look forward to it,” Todoroki says, deadpan. “I’m thrilled, honestly.”
Deku laughs. The sound is rough and deeper than Todoroki expected. His stomach churns. He drains his whiskey as well to calm it. “C’mon, Shouto,” Deku says. “Aren’t we friends?”
“No,” Todoroki says.
“Frenemies?”
Todoroki stares at him.
“We’re at least rivals,” Deku says. He takes a step closer to Todoroki. “C’mon, Shouto,” he says again. “I know you feel it, too. Our connection.” The flickering light from the fireplace turns Deku’s skin bright and orange. His eyes are wild.
Todoroki shifts in place. “Are you going to let me arrest you now?”
Deku sighs. He puts his glass down and offers Todoroki his wrists. “Go ahead, then,” he says. “Arrest me. But you should know you’ll never get another word out of me if you do.”
“Good riddance,” Todoroki says, but doesn’t move forward. Can’t move forward.
Deku lowers his arms. “Why don’t you come sit by the fire?” he offers, moving closer to the hearth again.
Todoroki moves to lean against the wall, right beside the door, crossing his arms over his chest again. “I’m good where I am,” he says.
Deku pouts. “That's not very nice.”
“What do you want, Deku?” Todoroki asks. “You brought me here for a reason. You didn’t corner yourself for small talk.”
“Izuku,” Deku says, still smiling. “My name is Izuku.”
“Izuku, then,” Todoroki grunts. “Why?”
“Did you know,” Deku says. “Did you know that I wanted to be a hero, once? I studied heroes, was basically a fanatic. I even obtained this amazing Quirk and was on my way to Yuuei, your alma mater.” He stretches his arms above his head, and with his sleeves rolled up, Todoroki can see the scars decorating his arms. “The Villain Alliance got to me first, I guess,” he says.
“It’s not over,” Todoroki says. “You can still do the right thing.”
Deku’s smile turns brittle. “No, I can’t,” he says. He walks towards Todoroki slowly. “I’m a villain, Shouto. My chance at redemption is gone, and you know that. There’s no way you or any of the heroes would let me walk free. You can’t beat out what’s been beaten into you.” He’s standing in front of Todoroki, toe to toe. He leans in close, lips brushing Todoroki’s ear. “You of all people should know that,” he whispers.
Todoroki’s arm shoots out and grabs Deku by the neck, squeezing him. Deku’s clutches at his arm, nails digging into his skin. Flames jump along Todoroki’s skin. “I am not my father,” he hisses.
“And yet, when in a bind, you still rely on your left side,” Deku says. Todoroki squeezes tighter and Deku chokes, lips parting. “Yes,” he purrs. “More.”
Todoroki lets him go, pushing him away. Deku stumbles back, wheezing and rubbing at his throat. “You’ve got a nice, strong grip,” he says.
“You disgust me,” Todoroki says.
“I don’t think that’s true, rival,” Deku says. “We are one.”
“A hero and a villain, the same?” Todoroki says, raising an eyebrow. “You’re crazier than I thought.”
Deku laughs. “No, no, of course we’re on different sides, silly.” He smiles sweetly. “We’re of the same spirit. Too strong for the rest of the competition, unable to unleash our full power without destroying everything. We intimidate our allies and frighten our foes.”
He’s close again. “We’re all alone, you and I. No one understands us.” His twisted fingers reach out to smooth Todoroki’s hero uniform.
Todoroki sucks in a breath. “If this is a trick—”
“No trick,” Deku says. “I wanted to speak my mind, without the cumbersome additions of your hero office or the Villain Alliance. I wanted to be alone with you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Todoroki says.
“Don’t you?” Deku says, tilting his head. “You’re looking at my lips.”
Todoroki snaps his head away from Deku, pressing himself flat against the wall. Fire sparks off his skin and he’s hot all over.
Deku doesn’t move out of his space. He gets closer, actually, daring to rest his hands against Todoroki’s chest. “Aw, don’t be like that, sweetheart,” Deku says. “I watch you too, you know.”
“Get away from me,” Todoroki says through gritted teeth.
“Is that really what you want?” Deku asks, raising an eyebrow. “Or do you want to try?”
Todoroki glares at him. “I’m not interested, thanks,” he says.
“No one’s watching,” Deku says. “Not even the Villain Alliance knows about this place.”
“How can I trust you?” Todoroki says. “This could still all be a tri—”
“No tricks,” Deku says. His eyes are on Todoroki’s mouth, lips parted. “Just…this.”
Todoroki doesn’t close his eyes when Deku leans in. He keeps them open, wariness gathering as tension in his muscles. Deku’s eyes slide closed, his lips pressing lightly against Todoroki’s mouth. He draws back only a fraction, their lips still touching a little. Todoroki’s heart aches. Deku’s eyes flicker from Todoroki’s mouth to his eyes. Then, very deliberately, Deku presses a firmer kiss against Todoroki’s mouth, never breaking eye contact.
Todoroki lets out a shaky exhale, one that carries all the tension from his body out.
His muscles relax under Deku’s touch, and Deku rubs soothing circles over his chest with his thumbs. His eyes fall back on Todoroki’s mouth. He kisses Todoroki hard once, twice, then bares his teeth and snags Todoroki’s bottom lip in his teeth. He drags them lazily along the soft, wet skin of Todoroki’s lip, letting it go with a grin.
Against the wall, Todoroki’s hands curl into fists.
“It’s good, yeah?” Deku breathes, voice barely a whisper.
“Shut up,” Todoroki says, his voice cracking.
Deku kisses him again, does the lip thing again. This time, his hands stray to touch Todoroki’s face, to hold him and press him into Deku. He licks his lips when he pulls away. “I can do more, if you let me,” Deku whispers. “Won’t you let me?”
“We shouldn’t,” Todoroki says, voice dangerously soft. He’s scared of the vulnerability in those words, knows they reveal how close he is to breaking. “We…”
Deku tilts his head, licking at Todoroki’s mouth when he kisses him.
“We…we can’t…”
Deku’s mouth moves with Todoroki’s, shaping their lips together and moving them.
“We…”
Deku nips at his lip playfully, and Todoroki surges forward, hands cupping Deku’s cheeks and forcing their mouths together. Their teeth clack. Deku flinches when his lip is caught between their teeth, but Todoroki doesn’t even slow down. He’s moving with Deku’s rhythm, hungry for his mouth. Deku sucks Todoroki’s tongue into his mouth, scraping at it with his teeth so that when they part, both of their tongues still poke out between their lips.
Todoroki presses Deku into the opposite wall, walking him back until his back connects. Todoroki’s grabs Deku’s wrists in one hand, pressing them above his head and restraining him. His other hand goes to tilting Deku’s chin up so that he can kiss him again, owning Deku’s mouth like it was his territory, like it had always been his territory.
Deku keens and arches against Todoroki’s body, pulling at his wrists just to feel Todoroki squeeze them and prevent him from moving. Back arched and lips red and shiny, Deku tucks his head to the side, coy.
“So, hero,” he purrs. “You’ve caught me. What comes next?”
Todoroki doesn’t answer, just leans in, pressing their foreheads together. His lips just barely brush Deku’s. Deku parts his lips and moves to kiss Todoroki, but Todoroki draws back, just far enough that Deku can’t reach. He whines. Still, Todoroki lets only their breaths mingle, denying Deku the pressure he wants.
“Stingy,” Deku murmurs.
“I should arrest you right now,” Todoroki says. “You’re not afraid or wary of me in the least.”
“You should,” Deku agrees. “But where’s the fun in that? Can’t we worry about those things later?” He cants his hips up against Todoroki’s. He throws his head back against the wall. “Don’t you want me?”
“Yeah,” Todoroki says. “I do.”
His hand on Deku’s chin goes rough, grabbing at him and pressing their mouths together. Deku groans into his mouth and twines their tongues together, chasing after Todoroki and refusing to let their lips part. He’s a flash of teeth and the warm heat of a tongue against Todoroki—hot and frightening and very, very insistent.
Panting, Todoroki pulls back. “What was that about ‘I can do more’?” he asks.
Deku’s eyes are hooded and his smile is dangerous. “Let me go and I’ll show you,” he says.
Todoroki thinks that he wouldn’t let a panther out of its cage or a cobra from its basket. No one in their right mind would unleash a predator on themselves. But just maybe, Todoroki isn’t in his right mind right now. He lets Deku go.
Deku doesn’t move. He lowers his arms, but remains slouched against the wall. His smile never fades. “Take off your shirt,” he says.
Todoroki balks. Wrinkles his nose.
“Do it,” Deku orders.
Todoroki shrugs off his pack. Unclips his belt. Slides his jacket off, then pulls his shirt off, all the while maintaining eye contact with Deku. Deku approaches him when his chest is bared, like a cat about to pounce. He runs his fingers over Todoroki’s collarbone, his shoulder, his back as he circles Todoroki, eyeing him top to bottom.
“You’re quite handsome,” Deku says.
“I couldn’t tell from you shoving your tongue down my throat,” Todoroki says.
Deku tweaks his nipple, and Todoroki gasps, grabbing Deku’s hand on instinct. Deku twines their fingers with a grin, grabbing Todoroki’s other hand and holding that one too. “Be a good boy,” Deku murmurs. “If you’re good, you might just get a surprise.”
Deku turns Todoroki around, walking him back into the wall now. Todoroki lets him, chest heaving as he breathes.
“That’s what I like to see,” Deku says soft in Todoroki’s ear. “I like you nice and pliant. I want to be able to mold you like putty in my hands. Is that clear?”
Todoroki nods jerkily. Deku bits his earlobe, tugging on it and eliciting another gasp from Todoroki. “Use your words, sweetheart,” Deku says, sugar sweet.
“Y-yes,” Todoroki croaks.
“Good boy,” Deku says. “You like that, don’t you? ‘Good boy.’ Fine by me. I’m gonna make you feel the best you’ve ever felt, okay?”
“Okay,” Todoroki says in a small voice.
Deku kisses his beneath his ear. He kisses his jaw. He kisses down Todoroki’s neck, and then, he bites him.
Todoroki jolts, a small sound of pain bursting from him before he can stop it, but Deku doesn’t let him move. He shoves his leg between Todoroki’s thighs, pressing his knee hard against Todoroki and soothing the bite with his tongue.
“Pain and pleasure,” Deku says. “Pain and pleasure.”
He alternates biting and sucking Todoroki’s skin into his mouth with licking him, leaving angry red-purple welts that Todoroki would never be able to hide from his father or the rest of the hero office. He doesn’t resist, though. Not when Deku’s knees is moving against his crotch, closer to him than any other person had dared to go before.
Deku gnaws at a particularly tender spot between Todoroki’s neck and shoulder, freeing his hands to move them down. He unbuttons Todoroki’s pants, unzips them, and then it’s just boxers between Deku’s gnarled hands and the skin of Todoroki’s cock. Deku smiles against Todoroki’s skin and bites him hard again at the same time he grinds his palm against Todoroki’s cock.
“Ha—!” Todoroki cries out, then bites down on his lip so hard it bleeds to hold in the sound. Tears spring at the corner of his eyes.
Deku stops touching him. “That’s no good,” Deku says. “I want to hear your voice. Sing for me, Shouto.”
Shakily, Todoroki parts his lips. Deku licks the blood from his lips. “There’s my sweetheart,” he murmurs. And he grinds his palm against Todoroki once more.
Todoroki does sing for him. He’s not—he’d never been touched like this. Never this intimately. Never this powerfully. Deku is his first, and Todoroki feels the flush spread down his chest as his body betrays his inexperience.
“Are you embarrassed?” Deku asks, looking genuinely surprised.
“No one’s—no one’s ever—” Todoroki says.
“Really? No one?” Deku says. He tilts his head to the side. “It’s an honor to be your first, then. You’re doing wonderfully, by the way.”
Todoroki can’t look at him.
“You know what I think?” Deku says. “I don’t think you’re going to arrest me.”
Todoroki can’t not look at him.
Deku strokes him, soft and not enough. “I think you’ll do anything I say,” he says. “I think you’ll do anything at all for me, because you’re my good boy, aren’t you? My good little hero.”
Todoroki isn’t sure if the tears in his eyes are from the pain or from the frustration of Deku’s denial. “Yes,” he pants. “Izuku, I’ll do—anything—”
“You’ve fallen in love with me,” Deku says, smiling.
Todoroki’s face burns even hotter. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but when he thinks of their bond, of the chase, of their sparring, and of Deku’s mouth on his, he can’t find any counter. He glances down, off to the side, caught.
Deku laughs, light and quiet. “Oh, Shouto,” he says, leaning in to press their foreheads together. His hands migrate to Todoroki’s hips and hold him there, so tightly that his nails dig deep into Todoroki’s skin. Deku’s grinds hard and slow against Todoroki.
“If only there was someone who loved you.”
Todoroki doesn’t see Deku pull the knife from behind his back. He barely even sees Deku drive it into his stomach, but he sure as hell feels it. Todoroki didn’t know he was capable of it, but he screams.
Deku whispers in his ear, one last time: “Never trust a villain, sweetheart.”