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The city skyline is bright tonight, blurring out the stars above as Katsuki sits with his legs dangling from where he’s perched. Neon halos cast shadows over the darkened buildings while little dots of light from thousands of windows shine like beacons. He loves the city at night…Even so brightly lit, the air is hushed despite the signs of life and activity that persist even until the gloaming hours of dawn. He often comes to this billboard on the edge of the city to decompress, sitting high above it all and just absorbing the feeling of smallness in a vast world.
He’s fresh off of patrol, still in his sweaty uniform with his gauntlets removed and sitting next to him on the platform. He aches in places that he didn’t even know he had and exhaustion weighs heavy on him after several battles with villains today. But every week, he comes out here just like he has for years…
“You just gonna stand there all night?” Katsuki growls, not removing his eyes from the sight of the glowing city.
“I like to look, baby,” Riot murmurs and Katsuki can feel the villain’s gaze rake over him. Riot isn’t looking at the city like Katsuki is…No, he’s always watching Katsuki. Every time they meet, Katsuki can feel that calculative gaze and often wonders what Riot thinks about.
Katsuki gives a quiet scoff at the flirting just before he feels large hands close over his shoulders from behind, thick fingers digging into his aching muscles and starting to work out the knots. An involuntary soft groan escapes Katsuki’s lips at the pressure that feels delightful after the day he’s had.
“You’re working too hard, babe,” Riot rumbles scoldingly like a loving spouse.
“Maybe if you fuckers would take a day off,” Katsuki bites back half-heartedly, but sinks further into Riot’s touch when warm calloused fingers work under the collar of his uniform and start to knead at the tendons lining his neck.
Riot chuckles, but doesn’t respond. Katsuki enjoys the comfortable silence that settles between them. He used to be a ball of confusion and hurt when they’d meet like this. It used to be that he couldn’t reconcile between the boy he knew and the villain Riot is now. But over time, lines have blurred…black and white has muddied into a dark grey, the line between sides becoming so thin that Katsuki can hardly see it. Age has made him jaded, he’s decided. It used to be that being a hero was his only dream, but his heart split and Eijirou took a piece with him when he defected to the other team. Katsuki was too late…and Eijirou became the victim of a still unknown quirk. It took Katsuki’s sweet sunshine best friend and twisted him into something different, into someone focused only on their own desires and demolished the morals that had previously shone so brightly. It removed the obstacle of inhibition and abolished the conscience that made Eijirou who he was. Some would call Blood Riot a monster, but Katsuki still sees glimmers of Eijirou once in a while through the darkness that morphed him into the most powerful villain the world has ever known. One thing hasn’t changed though…the man still loves Katsuki. He hadn’t known it at the time, Eijirou clutching his crush close to his chest and afraid to admit his feelings. But when Eijirou became Riot, the man had no issues making his devotion known.
Since then, they meet like this…in the quiet hours when no one is looking. Eijirou had always known where to find Katsuki (even when Katsuki didn’t want to be found) and that ability wasn’t lost when the change happened. Riot always finds Katsuki and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Katsuki has never really understood love, but he knows that his heart pounds harder every time the villain is near. His body tingles under his touch and his thoughts often stray to Riot even when he’s alone. He craves the closeness…to both the villain and the echoes of the boy he used to know. He knows it’s wrong. Knows that a relationship with a villain jeopardizes everything he’s worked so fucking hard for, but he now lives for the moments they share. He doesn’t get the high from his victories any more, doesn’t live for the thrill of beating the bad guy. He craves these quiet moments between him and Riot, looks forward to the next time his heart beats a little faster.
“Whatcha thinkin about so hard?” Riot asks, interrupting Katsuki’s quiet introspection. The villain’s hands have wandered into Katsuki’s windswept hair and rakes his nails gently over his scalp.
“Us…” Katsuki answers in an honest whisper. A little spike of guilt lances through him at the admission. He usually just makes up an answer to rebuff Riot’s open affections and attention…trying so hard to stick to his lofty ideals. Logically, he knows that admitting to this “thing” between them will open doors that he’s not sure that he’s prepared to walk through. So he’s been straddling the line. He wants more…so much fucking more. He wants it so bad that it hurts. He’s been so lonely since he lost Eijirou and he mourns him. He knows that Riot is not Eijirou…even though sometimes he feels like Eijirou is still in there somewhere. There’s no reversing what’s been done, but he knows that the one thing the boy and the villain have in common is that Katsuki is theirs.
Katsuki wants to give in…he’s so tired. Maybe it’s just the disillusionment of being a hero, but he secretly craves what Riot is offering. The villain has tried on multiple occasions to lure Katsuki to the other side…and every fucking time Katsuki is a little more convinced. What would it be like to cut the strings and live like he wants and be with who he wants? Would the aching loneliness subside? Would he find a new purpose? How does one let go of all of their childish dreams and ideals? How does a person just relinquish all that they’ve invested? He’s not sure…
“Oh?...What about us, baby?” Riot murmurs, giving Katsuki’s strands a light tug and creating delicious tension that makes Katsuki suck in a harsh breath, his cock stirring in interest. Riot has always known just what buttons to push to coax Katsuki forward and forget his allegiances (at least temporarily). Katsuki’s virginity was lost to a villain and he refuses to be sorry for it. Since then, his fantasies always feature Riot and the way he plays Katsuki’s body like a fine-tuned instrument. Riot plucks at Katsuki’s strings and makes him sing every time. His body has already made a decision…so has his heart…but his head is the one always standing in the way, insisting that he live with the guilt of loving a villain and suffer in silence. He can’t continue to walk this line between both worlds any longer.
“You can tell me…” Riot reassures in a tone so sweet that Katsuki sighs when another tug forces his head to tilt up and his eyes meet garnet irises and a smirk that crinkles Riot’s scar in a way that shouldn’t be endearing. Riot’s eyes dart over Katsuki’s face and he can feel himself being weighed and measured, like the villain can see right through him, read his thoughts and hear his heart pound in his chest.
Katsuki wants to tell him, wants to admit the turmoil that has been sitting and festering in his soul. He wants to let go…but his tongue thickens in his mouth and the words jumble together in his head. He stands right at the precipice. Does he have the courage to step over the edge? He’s never doubted himself up until now, always been so cocksure and impulsive. But this…THIS will change everything he’s ever known about himself.
Riot’s palms cup Katsuki’s jaw and he closes his eyes as thumbs stroke gently over his cheeks. These hands have shed so much blood and wrought so much pain…and yet…they also bring pleasure that seems to only be reserved for Katsuki alone. They cradle him close and hold him together even when he feels like shattering into a million tiny pieces.
Riot makes a quiet knowing hum. The villain knows Katsuki better than anyone. Katsuki has never needed words for Eijirou OR Riot to get to the heart of the matter. Riot has always had the secret manual to understanding him, even when he doesn’t understand himself. The villain may not have a conscience or morality, but he does have patience…They’ve been dancing around it for years while he’s waited for Katsuki to come to grips. He’s never forced him, giving him the space to make his own decision. Katsuki almost wishes that the villain would make the decision for him to assuage his guilt for thinking this way, for slowly abandoning his hold on his own identity. Being a hero is all he’s known…
Soft lips suddenly press to his forehead “You’ve finally made your decision, haven’t you?” Riot whispers against the skin of Katsuki’s forehead. Yes, he has…by ⅔ majority. His heart and body want only one thing and his head has lost footing on the battleground. Katsuki shivers when one of Riot’s warm palms wraps around the front of his throat gently like a collar and instead of the fear he should feel, Katsuki almost feels comforted by it. It feels like an anchor, keeping him safe from the tumultuous waves of his conflicted mind.
The lips on his forehead move down the slope of his nose and a gentle peck is placed against the tip. “My pretty baby…” Riot mutters in a dark possessive tone that sends a shiver down Katsuki’s spine. “You were always meant to be mine. Let me take care of you.”
Hard lips press against Katsuki’s and he melts into it, just like he does every single time. Riot kisses like he fucks…hard and dominating, like he owns Katsuki and it never fails to heat Katsuki’s blood and make his cock rage against his zipper. The villain is unbreakable in more ways than one, a force to be reckoned with and unwavering in his possession of Katsuki’s very soul. Katsuki knows without a doubt that the villain would do anything for him…would burn the very world to ashes if Katsuki merely asked.
Katsuki parts his lips in invitation and Riot’s tongue wraps around his in a way that makes Katsuki groan into the villain’s mouth. Riot’s hand tightens over his throat at the sound, fingers pressing in at the sides and making Katsuki’s head light. Saliva swaps from one warm cavern to the other as their tongues tangle together in a dance that they’ve perfected over the years. Riot steals the very breath from Katsuki’s lungs and coaxes the embers of his arousal into a burning inferno. This. This is what he lives for. Nothing could ever compare to being enveloped in the villain’s orbit. It makes Katsuki feel alive and powerful, awoken from some sort of existential slumber. Not even his heroic victories feel this good. This is all his…if he only lets go.
Fractured parts begin to mend as his resolve solidifies into something tangible, molten gold poured into the fissures the longer Riot kisses him. Disjointed emotions and painful doubts fade into light scars that he knows he’ll always see, but the hurt will only be a memory. He releases the threads of his ideals and snips away the deadened leaves of his own morals. The guilty weight that had been bearing down on his soul dissolves as Riot strokes over his neck and nips at his lips with sharp teeth. Katsuki closes his eyes and steps over the edge and into the darkness…knowing that his villain will catch him at the bottom and their new life will begin.