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There were a few important things in life. Things that were needed to survive, or at least to get by comfortably. Food and water were top priority. A roof over ones had was pretty relevant too. Having friends, and family around was also something most people craved. Really, it were the simple things in life. And Katsuki was very aware that these things were important. There was just one thing he wished he didn’t need as much. Wished he could do without.
And that was sex.
Not because he didn’t enjoy sex. Sex was great, if it all worked out. But Katsuki had learned the hard way that it often did not. Had learned at a very young age that masturbating was dangerous, and having sex with someone was dangerous for the other person. Which was not on Katsuki’s top priority list, but he rather not go through the trouble again of complaining bed partners.
You see, Katsuki’s quirk was amazing. It really was. Got him ranked into the top twenty only a few months after he graduated, and he was still rising. Would reach the top ten if he kept this up. His quirk really was great. Except when it came to sex.
Around the age of ten Katsuki had started masturbating. Like any young boy would. Start rubbing himself, touching himself, trying to reach that end goal had heard classmates talk about. And it was fun. It really was. Until he did finally climax.
It was a horrific experience. Since Katsuki loved his quirk, he had been using it a lot, so its fire power was developing quickly. And he usually could control it. Could let it fire only on command, unlike his father. Apparently when his brain was turned to mush, riding a high on hormones, he did lose control. Thankfully he still had the right mind to release his dick. The scorch mark it left on his thigh was still clearly visible as a scar. At least it wasn’t his dick.
The fright it gave him as a child was enough to never masturbate again. Which led to a lot of pent up frustrations all throughout high school. It was his own father who suggested to not touch himself again, explaining that he had experienced the same things when he was younger. When the conversation then moved towards his mother, Katsuki had made sure they never spoke of that again. Katsuki did not need to know anything about his parents’ sex life, thank you very much. It was odd enough to know they did still sleep together. And apparently his father did let things explode when he reached his peak. Katsuki did his best to ignore the little explosions that went off at night.
But now that Katsuki had not listened to his father’s solutions to his problem, he had no idea how to actually solve this. Sex with other people was still very difficult, because he could not stop the explosions from going off. And even if there were enough who dared to sleep with him. Even say that they would be able to handle it. They all caught a fright in the end. Really not worth it. It was all just a nuisance.
It still did not do anything for Katsuki. He could deny all he wanted, but in the end, he had to admit, he needed to get laid. Even other pro-heroes had said something about it. Some knew of his condition. Had tried to help in various ways. And now the only advice was, seek professional help. What kind of professional help was going to help him with this shit?
And that was how Katsuki found himself in front of a brothel.
It wasn’t any normal brothel. It was one specifically for heroes. To give them some sort of anonymity, the… workers signing a contract that they were never allowed to talk about their profession and who’d they meet. But it wasn’t all about being anonymous. There were other pro-heroes out there who had troubles getting off. Which was good to know. Not that Katsuki wanted to bond with them or anything. He definitely didn’t need some kind of self-help group. But the… workers all had ways to deal with specific quirks. Had studied them, learned from them, and knew how to handle them to still get their clients to climax. It really was Katsuki’s last resort of he ever wanted to get off normally. Or at least as normal as he could.
The building looked like an ordinary office building, blending in perfectly with the other constructions in the surrounding area. It was a high tower, the outside made mostly out of metal and large windowpanes. There was no way to see inside, the windows appearing as mirrors from the outside. Only the reception area was clear, the sliding doors revealing a white reception desk, with a smiling woman standing behind it, waiting to serve. Nothing about it said anything about what happened inside. Even the name didn’t say much. A combination of letters that seemed as if it was short for something, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.
For a moment Katsuki thought he may be in the wrong place, expecting something more extravagant. Right until he saw a man with a scaly skin step through the glass doors, seeming quite satisfied.
This had to be right.
With a clack of the tongue, and a last comforting thought that he could leave whenever he wanted to, Katsuki finally stepped through the doors.
The squeaky-clean white walls was the first thing that greeted him, it almost giving him a sense of a doctor’s office. If it weren’t for the far more comfortable appearing waiting area. A leather white couch with soft pink pillows stuffed within actually looked inviting. The next thing that greeted him, was the receptionist, her smile wide, and her “hello” soft. Followed by a quick “how may I help you?”
“I have an appointment,” Katsuki grumbled, letting his eyes slide through the hall again, though there was nothing else noticeable, except for the two elevators on the left. “Under Ground Zero.”
The girl turned towards her computer and started typing, smile slipping a little as she focused completely on her task. Katsuki somehow appreciated her attention, feeling quite important already.
“Ah, I see you are a first timer,” she then spoke, smile growing once more as she turned back to look at Katsuki. “We did have a little bit of an issue, because the employee we had originally planned you in with, had called in sick today. But we managed to find you someone else right away,” she started, making Katsuki even more reluctant to go through with this. “This does mean that the one you’ll be seeing now is a little less prepared, but that should not be a problem,” she assured. “He’s one of the best on our team, and we do always recommend to talk things through a bit more the first time. Get accustomed to one another, and really voice the things you struggle with. That way we can help you to the fullest, and have you leaving satisfied.”
The last part made Katsuki’s heart flutter. Even if this was not his idea of really getting laid, the thought alone made him happy. It had been months since he last got off. Maybe even a year now? It really had been too bothersome to get with someone in the meantime.
“Do you have any further questions?” she asked, filling the silence Katsuki had let creep up between them.
First Katsuki shook his head, not really wanting to deal with this woman longer. Mostly because he didn’t want to talk about what he was about to do. There was this lingering embarrassment around talking about sex, inflicted by the talk he once had with his dad. He was just not very comfortable with talking about anything sexual, which was going to make this a lot harder.
But the fear of going up and meeting the person that was going to help him get off, eventually won over the embarrassment. Katsuki swallowed away the lump in his throat as he glanced at the receptionist. “How does this all work?” he asked, as if she had not explained some of the procedure already. He just had to know, really know. Comprehend fully.
Her face turned more patient at that, understanding exactly what Katsuki was feeling. He was not the first hero she was dealing with. “Well, you’ll go up with the elevator to the sixth floor. You will see a few doors around you, but you’ll enter the one with number 605 on it, with the key I will give to you.” She lifted the key in her hand and then held it out for Katsuki to take. “Our employee will be waiting for you there. You may address him as Deku, by the way. It’s the name he works under.”
For a moment Katsuki was distracted, mind going back to the quirkless boy whom he hadn’t seen since middle school. But the thought was quickly shaken off, the girl in front of him continuing to explain things.
“Because this is your first time, we’ve chosen a vanilla package for you. This means you won’t be doing anything too crazy. There are kinks to explore, but we want to ensure the safety of our clients and our employees, so never let them go further the first time they get together. What happens usually in a case as yourself is that our employee will sit you down, get you comfortable, ask about anything that they need to know, and then proceed with the sexual part of this agreement.
Do know that you can stop at any moment. If you don’t feel comfortable, just tell the employee as such, and they will make sure you will get out of there without feeling distraught. Remember that we are here for you.”
That sweet smile on her lips put Katsuki’s heart a little at ease. They were not here to make fun off Katsuki in any way, and really would do anything for him. Of course he was paying for such a service, but it was good to know it would not be wasted money. This was professional. Not some random whorehouse he could get himself a girl to fuck. It had been a while since he had last slept with a man, but Katsuki wasn’t too picky, and this was all about climaxing anyway.
“Alright,” Katsuki replied, sliding a shaky hand through his unruly hair. “I’d like to proceed.”
“Great,” the girl said happily, grabbing a form from her desk and pushing it over towards Katsuki. “I just need you to sign this consent form that we are indeed allowed to touch you. There are some other notes in there, so make sure to read it carefully. Once you’re done, hand it over to me, and then you can go up. Deku is already waiting for you.”
There wasn’t much out of the ordinary on the form. Katsuki quickly skimmed through it, noting he also consented to the use of various toys and other instruments used for sex. A shiver ran down his spine, the image of having sex finally forming in his mind. There was also a section about either party being able to stop at any moment, giving Katsuki another sense of relief. It was even legally written down. This really was the right decision. He should thank the person who had recommended this place. Not that he remembered who it was. Nor did he want to talk about his experience here. It was the thought that counted, right?
“Sounds good,” Katsuki told the girl, putting his initials down on every sheet of paper, and then a quick signature on the very last page. “I’ll go up then,” he said, as he handed her the form and swung the key at her, as a signal that he was ready.
“Have fun,” she said sweetly, adding a wink to it to let Katsuki remember what kind of place this still was. It may be all professional, it was also about sex, and sex was supposed to be good. Supposed to be fun.
The elevator had already been waiting for him, easily sliding up those few floors to get him to the right one. The hallway he entered in was very wide, it shaped in the form of a hexagon. Every side had a door, but the only one important to Katsuki, was lucky door number five.
As Katsuki stepped forward, he realised how quiet it was around him. It could mean all the surrounding rooms were empty, but Katsuki expected them all to be perfectly soundproof. Giving everything even more of a sense of privacy. There was a camera on the right, following Katsuki’s movements as he walked towards his door. Protection of their employees. Though he knew there weren’t any in the rooms themselves. It would be punishable by law, and the company was a bit too focused on doing everything legally. It was one of the reasons why the hero world was not actively on working to get it closed. Their work was currently recognized as psychological help. Katsuki was about to find out if that were true.
Hesitating in front of the door, Katsuki glanced at the golden key within his hand. They could’ve used key cards, giving it all a more technical lay-out. But the red carpet on the floor, the beige wallpaper, and the cherry wooden doors gave it a very different vibe. It was almost hotellike, with a snippet of romance mixed in. Something old fashioned.
With a sigh Katsuki jammed the key into the lock, and clicked it open.
Inside he found that it was quite dark. Heavy burgundy curtains were drawn, hiding any daylight that still lingered in the air. On the ceiling there was only one lamp on, it giving off a yellowish light, it definitely not bright enough to really give him a good look of the room. Strewn around were candles, flickering lightly to give the room a bit more light, but it barely helped.
Against the back wall stood a large king size bed, made with silky black sheets, and many pillows to make it look extra comfortable. Next to it were nightstands, giving it a homier look. As if it were your own lube you grabbed from it. There was also a big wooden closet on the left-hand side, doors still closed to hide away its contents, which Katsuki was grateful for. He figured he didn’t need to know what was in there just yet.
Finally Katsuki dared to look to the right, seeing the man that was going to take care of him standing there. He still had his back turned towards Katsuki, busying himself with lighting more candles to add to the romantic look. Dressed in soft black shorts he was almost completely bare. The only other feature Katsuki could see, were the man’s curls, though he couldn’t pinpoint what colour his hair was. He was quite frail looking, his body thin, though not unpleasantly so. There was still a bit of a curve on his behind, his ass a good round asset. His shoulders were narrow, but there was still some muscle definition in them. All in all from the back the man looked appealing.
“Sorry, I’m just finishing up here,” the man spoke, his voice soft, and yet strong. It somehow sounded familiar, but Katsuki couldn’t pinpoint it. Not when his mind was going south, only thinking about what they were about to do. “I didn’t have the time to read up on you yet. Could you tell me a little bit about yourself? I always enjoy hearing about all you heroes do for our society. Really anything goes. Maybe your proudest moment?”
A bit taken aback by the question, Katsuki stilled for a moment. Talking about hero work sounded odd, but the girl had told him that it was all about getting to know the other first. This would be a good start. “I’ve always been very proud of how fast I am growing in ranks,” Katsuki said, clearing his throat as he realized how rough his voice had sounded. “I’m currently number thirteen. Maybe you’ve heard of me? I’m Ground Zero.” A little bit of an ego trip he had going on there, but what did it matter.
The body of the man before him went completely rigid. Slowly the guy placed the lighter on the cabinet where he had lit some candles, still not daring to turn around. “You’re Ground Zero?” he asked, his voice sounding breathless.
Great, a fan. Probably not the way this was supposed to go, though it would speak even more to Katsuki’s ego. “Yeah, is that a fucking problem?”
Only then did the man turn around, a reserved expression on his face. But that was not the thing Katsuki noticed the most. It was the pronounced freckles on his cheeks. The round of his face. The soft curls on his head. The plump lips. The big green eyes that stared holes into Katsuki’s soul.
“Yeah, that might be a problem, Kacchan.”