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Aizawa knew he was in a concrete room. The way sounds felt stifled, a cold air surrounding him. His hands were already going numb with the way they were bound behind him, and his ankles tied to the legs of whatever metal chair he was attached to meant he was not going anywhere. He was stripped of everything; he sat in his boxers. He felt completely exposed, but now was not the time to dwell on that. He knew it was a tactic to make sure he couldn’t use any of his concealed weapons. Not to mention the blindfold wrapped around his eyes, making it so his quirk was useless.
The situation was bad, he knew that. Not only had they succeeded in capturing him, but Bakugo was taken as well. He had called out the moment the one known as Spinner left the room, but as far as he could tell Bakugo was not in the room with him. Based on the sounds around him, he wasn’t even in the room beyond the door. That knowledge put a seed of anxiety inside him. This got a whole lot more complicated. All Might and the others were already developing a plan, he knew that, now he needed to do his part and find a way to help. Easier said than done. Aizawa sighed and pulled on his restraints, nothing happened. The rope was secured tightly on his wrists. He slowly started to rock back and forth, hoping to knock the chair over in an attempt to be able to slide his ankle restraints off, but the chair had to be bolted to the floor. His movements stopped when he heard the handle to the door turn, someone was coming in, but who?
“Well, well, this is a new look for you Eraser Head.”
Aizawa’s spine stiffened, he knew this voice, in fact he could never forget it. Not after their fight at the USJ. Shigaraki Tomura. His footsteps echoed in the room, coming closer to where Aizawa sat. He tried not to stiffen when he felt his presence stop in front of him. He had to trust that Shigaraki would not use his quirk on him, not if they went through the trouble of bringing him too.
“What, cat got your tongue?” His voice was low, almost amused. Aizawa could hear him moving around him in a circle. Shigaraki reached a hand out and grazed his fingers along his shoulder blades, goosebumps rose in their wake. His fingers felt different, he was wearing gloves.
‘So, they don’t want me dead’ A thought confirmed in Aizawa as Shigaraki continued to make his way back in front of him.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why we went to such trouble for Bakugo.” His tone almost uncaring, his knees pressing into Aizawa’s own.
“You want him to join the League, right?” Aizawa tried to keep his tone even and low.
“As clever as always, Eraser.” Aizawa flinched as he felt Shigaraki run his hand through his hair, his fingers grazing his ear on the way down to the side of his neck, “Or should I call you Shota. I like that name.”
Aizawa’s blood ran cold hearing his name come from the lips of his enemy, it didn’t sound right.
“Only my friends get to call me that.” He snapped shaking his head to throw Shigaraki’s hand off him, the touch made his skin crawl.
“You really are so cool, huh. Always so collected and calm. You see, you weren’t part of the plan.” Shigaraki moved onto Aizawa, his body straddling the tied-up man, “I just really wanted you.”
Aizawa stiffened at the weight. Unease filling his mind with what was going to happen next. Why was he sitting on his lap? What kind of play is he making? Shigaraki leaned into the man below him, He wrapped one arm around Aizawa’s shoulders and his other hand running a finger up and down his chest, stopping only to circle a nipple before moving on. Goosebumps rose along his skin where Shigaraki was touching before he reached up and started to mess with his hair, tangling his fingers in the black locks.
Aizawa wiggled in the chair, trying to get the villain off him. His mind was reeling with what all of this could be. The weight of the man on his lap and the way his fingers combed through his hair was confusing at best. Shigaraki on the other hand was relishing in the warmth of the body under him and the way Aizawa wiggled, trying to get out of this.
“It’s no use struggling Shota. You’re mine to enjoy.” Shigaraki brought his lips to Aizawa’s ear to whisper, his hot breath causing a shiver to run through said man.
“Get-Get off me, just tell me what you want already! Enough games!” Aizawa could hear the panic in his own voice, which he was sure Shigaraki could hear as well. He needed to find a way out of this, he wasn’t an idiot, he knew what Shigaraki wanted. He could feel the man’s growing erection pressing into him. He knew Shigaraki was still clothed, which was a good sign. Maybe if he just kept Shigaraki talking the other Hero’s would arrive soon.
“I already told you want I want.” He almost sounded bored, “I want you and I always get what I want.”
Aizawa tried to pull back as Shigaraki sat back in his lap and grabbed ahold of his chin. The force made him wince. He tried his restraints again, pulling at his wrists. He could feel the burning of the ropes against his wrists, but he had to keep trying.
“I’ve been dreaming of this since before our fight, I’ve kept tabs on you for a while now. You might be my favorite hero Eraser Head.”
Aizawa tried to pull back, but it was useless, Shigaraki captured his lips, pressing a deep harsh kiss into him. Aizawa squeezed his eyes shut, even though he couldn’t see the man on him, the feel was more then enough. His lips were chapped and felt rough against his own. Aizawa’s stomach felt like it was in knots, he couldn’t wrap his head around the situation. It was like his brain was filling with a haze, a thick smoky haze. Aizawa groaned when he felt Shigaraki run his tongue along his middle of his lips, asking for permission to enter.
“I don’t care If you enjoy yourself or not.” Shigaraki barely pulled back, his words ghosting along Aizawa’s lips as he staired into the black blind fold, “Though I wish I could take this off of you, but we both know how that will go.” He mused as he ran a hand down Aizawa’s cheek and moved it to rest on the back of his neck.
Aizawa let out a yelp of pain as Shigaraki pulled his hair at the base of his head, he took that opportunity to stick his tongue inside Aizawa’s mouth. The hand that was still on his chin moved ever so slightly to better grab hold onto his jaw to keep him from biting down. It hurt, Aizawa knew his cheeks would be bruised.
He couldn’t focus on that though, the tongue that battled with his own was taking over his senses. Shigaraki moaned into his mouth, sending vibrations of something unknown through him. The tongue swiped against his teeth and against his walls, it was like he wanted to map every inch of his mouth. Drool slipped out, running down their chins. Shigaraki then bit down hard onto Aizawa’s bottom lip; blood mixed with their saliva. The cooper taste filled their mouths.
“You are delicious.” Shigaraki pulled back to admire his work. Aizawa’s lips were red and swollen. The sight made his cock twitch. The way the hero’s chest heaved for air to the flush along his cheeks was almost too much; he wanted to cum then and their to the sight.
Aizawa almost sighed audibly when he felt Shigaraki pull off his lap. He knew it was too optimistic to think that was all the villain wanted. He turned his head and spat a glob of blood onto the floor. Shigaraki chuckled, a low almost threatening sound. Aizawa had to get out before this got bad and he need to distract the man in front of him.
“What does the League want?” He asked, as he pulled more on his bindings. He could feel blood trickle down his fingers, “What are your goals, Shigaraki?”
“You can call me Tomura, I think we are close enough for that.” Shigaraki tsked. Aizawa tried to control his body from reacting when he felt Shigaraki’s hands push up his thighs.
“Sto-Stop it!” The words shot out of him before he could calculate what to say. The feel of the other’s fingers digging into the band of his underwear was sending him into a frenzy. His legs wanted to kick, he shook against his restraints, “Don’t touch me!”
“I wouldn’t move so much if I were you, you obviously can’t see it, but I took off a glove.” Aizawa instantly stopped struggling, fear gripping him. “I wanted to feel your skin and I needed my decay to do this.”
In a cascading movement the last article of clothing he was wearing fell to pieces around him. Aizawa’s jaw dropped, and his mouth instantly felt dry. This was it, there was no way he could talk his way out of this. No way would the heroes get here in time.
Shigaraki chuckled at the sight. Aizawa cheeks flushed at the exposer, and it turned him on even more. The way helplessness washed over him was so enjoyable to watch. He reached a hand down and ran one finger along Aizawa’s flaccid dick. He knew Eraser would have a beautiful cock. It sat against his leg and tufts of black hair covered the skin around it and up to his navel in a nice happy trail.
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy yourself soon.”
Aizawa’s eyes widened as he heard rustling of clothes and soon felt Shigaraki settle between his legs. Shigaraki kneeled between two powerful thighs and took Aizawa’s dick in his hand. “Don’t worry Shota, I put my glove back on for you, I don’t want to hurt you yet.”
He could practically hear the smile on the youngers tone. Shigaraki squeezed lightly and Aizawa bit his lip, trying to be quiet. He would not give the other the satisfaction of him making noises. The tugs felt harsh as his skin and the gloved hand were dry. He could get through this, nothing pleas-
His mind went black as his head knocked back. Shigaraki plunged his warm mouth down on Aizawa’s cock. He moved his tongue along the base and around the head, licking and trying to get the man above him hard. Aizawa didn’t, wouldn’t, admit that it was working. His body was betraying him, and it was filling his chest with lead. He wanted to blame the fact that no one has gone down on him in a long time, but that wasn’t it. His body was just reacting to the pleasure wrapped around him.
Shigaraki hummed, the vibrations flooding Aizawa as he scrapped his teeth along the underside of his dick and followed it up by licking up to the head. Swirling around the tip and savoring the taste of the Hero he’s been dreaming of. As his head came up Shigaraki used his hand to hold the base and move with his mouth in a stroking motion. With his free hand he expertly popped the cap of a small bottle of lube.
The sound snapped Aizawa’s attention, “Wh-Whats that?” He asked, almost breathlessly. Aizawa hated himself.
Shigaraki pulled himself off Aizawa’s dick, a strip of saliva connecting the two, “Just something to make this a little more enjoyable.” He said, his voice rough from deep throating.
Taking his hand off the hero he poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, “I have to prepare myself. I would love for you to be the one to do it, but we know that wouldn’t be the case. Would it Shota?”
Before Aizawa could retort with some kind of insult, Shigaraki took the full length of him back into his warm mouth. Aizawa let out a strained moan. His chin falling to his chest, he couldn’t believe he just did that. The humiliation filled every fiber of his being. As Shigaraki continued his assault he took a finger to his ass. He had taken his pants off earlier and arched his back to make it slightly easier on himself.
Aizawa closed his eyes and tried to think of other things. Things that would make this situation feel better. His mind was coming up blank, the feeling of those lips wrapped around him were consuming him. A warmth was filling the pit of his stomach. As he knocked head back, one person came to mind. The one person he knew that was working hard to save Bakugo and himself. All might.
The thought that Toshinori would be between his legs was lessening the guilt inside him. He needed to think that it was his friend there instead of this monster. It was Toshinori who was licking his tongue across the slit on his head and dragging his tongue down the shaft to the hand pumping below. He moaned at the mental image and bucked his hips into the inviting heat. His cock hitting the back of his throat as he saw stars. Shigaraki swallowed every last drop, moaning at the feeling.
“Finally enjoying yourself Shota?” He said as he pulled back and wiped the saliva and cum from his lips.
Aizawa wanted to vomit, and he could feel his cheeks warm with shame. He came. Sure, it was to the thought of All Might on his knees, expertly swallowing his dick, but it was Shigaraki’s tongue and throat doing the work. Shigaraki stood on shaky knees and as he moved to straddle Aizawa once more; said man felt tears wet the blindfold. He was crying and the leader of the League of Villains was sitting on his lap. Shigaraki placed an arm around Aizawa’s shoulders to steady himself as his other hand reached around to grab ahold of the older man’s wet dick. Aizawa groaned at the sensitivity of himself and the sudden hold, he wasn’t ready. He needed time to recover.
“Are you ready Eraser Head?” The use of his hero name felt degrading with the tone used, but that thought was short lived when he felt Shigaraki sink down onto him. The heat that enveloped him was almost too much, he could feel the blood rushing down making him slowly grow hard again at the sensation taking over.
Shigaraki dropped his head to Aizawa’s shoulder and steadied himself. His breath ragged and moaned needy as he slowly sank down. He turned his head so he could lick at Aizawa’s neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin before biting down. Earning a groan from Aizawa who started to slowly fight again. Shigaraki sucked at the bruised skin, he wasn’t looking to draw blood, he just wanted to mark the man. Everyone needed to know what he had done.
“No, no please.” Aizawa’s pleas were no more than broken whispers as the tears now flowed below the blindfold, down his cheeks.
“Sorry Shota, I can’t help it.” Shigaraki pulled back from the second hicky he was leaving.
He groaned once he finally settled onto Aizawa’s cock. The feeling of being so full making his own cock throb against their stomachs, precum leaking. Shigaraki sat up a little and moved his hands to rest on Aizawa’s cheeks, his thumbs running along the tears, smearing them across his skin.
“You feel amazing, I’m so full right now.” Shigaraki stuck his tongue out and licked up Aizawa’s tears. Said man shivered under the touch and pulled against his restraints. Trying to snap the rope with sheer force, but that wasn’t going to happen. “Are you ready for me to move?”
He wasn’t expecting an answer, but Aizawa tensed under his touch, “Fuck you.”
It was so simple and so full of malice that Shigaraki threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter. This was far better than he ever imagined. He pushed up bringing the tip of Aizawa’s cock to his entrance before slamming back down. The harsh movement caused both of them to groan at the feeling. Shigaraki in pleasure and Aizawa is shame. His fingernails dug into Aizawa’s shoulders as he bounced up and down in steady hard movements. Each time he came down Aizawa’s cock hitting just the right spot in him. His head lolled back. Aizawa did the same as a familiar heat pooled in his stomach.
“I want you to fill me Shota!” Shigaraki’s voice was so needy, it sent a wave of something indecipherable through Aizawa.
His head swam with confusion at his own body working against him. He didn’t want to cum again, but the sounds of Shigaraki filled the room and ran though him like a train. They were so lewd and the feeling of his tight hole squeezing around him was too much. His hands were so numb and his shoulders so sore from moving them in this awkward position. There was no escaping this, he knew that. In exhaustion Aizawa laid his head forward, resting onto Shigaraki’s shoulder. He forced his thoughts to focus on Toshinori. He needed to cum to the thought of him to make him feel some sense of hope that he isn’t a damaged person.
“I’m so close.” Shigaraki closed his eyes as he reached a hand down to wrap around his own cock. It took all of two pumps before he came, his seed spilling across their stomachs.
Aizawa groaned as came undone next. His vision filling once more with stars and flashes of light as he shot his load deep into Shigaraki. His hips slowly bucking up at the sensation.
Their breathing filled the room as they both tried to recover from the high. Shigaraki slowly stood up, Aizawa’s spent cock falling out of him. Aizawa groaned at the feeling, his cock feeling overly sensitive. Cum dribbled out of Shigaraki as he stood back of weak legs and admired his work on the man in front of him. A smile stretched across his lips.
“You were amazing, I can’t wait for round two.” The words rang in Aizawa’s head, bouncing around and filling him with dread.
He could hear Shigaraki pulling on his clothes and he wished he could have his back. The wetness that slid down his skin felt disgusting. He felt so cold now that everything was over.
He jumped slightly when he felt Shigaraki move behind him.
“Here,” Something warm enveloped him. He could only assume a blanket, “I’ll be back.” Shigaraki leaned down and kissed the hicky on his neck.
Aizawa couldn’t say anything, didn’t have anything to say, he just let his head fall forward as he head the retreated footsteps of Shigaraki followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. More tears flowed down his cheeks and the only thought filling his mind was hoping Toshinori was close to finding them.