A Succulent Prize

The creature moved slowly around the bleeding naked body kneeling on the ground. Whip marks scored the flesh of the legs and arms. The skin across its back had been removed leaving large swaths of exposed muscle and tissue.

“Those demons are so violent on that side.” It shuddered at the sight. “How did you end up there?”

A whimpering moan escaped its bruised and bleeding lips.

“I amverysorry, this employee is a bit vacant headed. I think he used the wrong pathway for you. What an idiot, how did he even do that?” They sighed, using their foot to lift the chin of the battered face. “A shame really. I enjoy playing with my meal a bit beforehand, but you are in no shape for me.”

A choked sob wracked the body as it trembled violently.

The creature bent down inspecting the face closely. “You are attractive in an interesting way. Can you open your eyes?”

Swollen eyes fluttered, opening only a small amount. The creature pried one eyelid back forcefully.

“Aaaaahh!” a scream echoed through the chamber.

“Don’t do that!” They chuckled, “I love how you scream and I won’t be able to resist.” It slid its tongue over sharp fangs as it trailed a scaled finger down the bruised freckled cheek. Peering into the puffy eye they grinned. “Look at that beautiful green eye, it almost matches your hair.” They grimaced, “well I think they do...so much blood.” The creature humphed as their fingers snagged in the clumped matted hair. Letting go of their prey, they stood and licked their fingers. “Mmmm,” they hummed.

The body lurched forward unbalanced, falling face first on the ground. A soft whimpering sob escaped, echoing in the empty chamber.

“Frustrating.” They growled, crossing their arms, “I’m extremely hungry but I can see that you aren’t ripe at all, quite disgusting actually.” Blue eyes glowed angrily. “That idiot has caused me so much trouble, perhaps it’s time to replace him.” Scaled fingers flicked toward the corner of the room, a small mound on the floor moved. “Maybe this distasteful thing can be of better use to me than a half-filling meal.” They mused, whipping its tail around to curl gently under the chin to see the battered face again. They glanced at the small mound that had shuffled across the chamber. “What’s it called again?” A strange rustling reverberated from the tiny thing. The creature nodded, “Izuku... Midoriya.”

The face flinched.

“Midoriya, you should rejoice for you’ll not be eaten today. Welcome to your new life, with me as your employer.” The creature snapped their fingers.

Opening his eyes slowly, Izuku held his head trying to relieve the pounding headache. His vision focused on the stark white walls around him, he realized he was in a hospital.

What a horrible nightmare.

Holding up his hands, they looked normal, no bruises or skin missing. He let out a long breath.

The door swung open and a nurse walked into his room. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Mr. Midoriya! You’re awake, so good to see you. Let me go get the doctor.”

Izuku let himself into his apartment. The heavy scent of must filled the air with a faint tinge of rotten food. He’d been gone for a while. Propping open his door, he showered, changed his clothes and began cleaning up the kitchen. He called Denki, letting him know that he was home from the hospital, but he didn’t answer. Typing out a quick text, he fingered the screen. What he really wanted to ask was what the hell had happened? Deciding not to until he saw him in person, he threw his phone on the counter and kept one eye on it watching for his reply.

Grumbling about missing boyfriends and strange dreams, he scrubbed everything from top to bottom and after a few hours collapsed on his couch with a bowl of instant ramen. Slowly slurping up the noodles and broth, he stared blankly into space and shivered. He couldn’t get the nightmare out of his mind. Putting down the empty container, he burped, blowing out his spicy ramen breath.

“Feels good to burp after a meal, doesn’t it?”

Izuku jumped off the couch whirling around trying to find the source of the voice.

“Over here.”

He peered into the darkened corner of his living room, it was hard to see, but he could just make out an extremely attractive woman that sat in his chair. “H-how did you get into my apartment?”Why hadn’t he seen her before?“G-get out, before I call the police.” Izuku grabbed his cell phone, dialing for emergency services. His phone screen went black.

“That won’t work,” she cackled gleefully. “Why not try something else?” She tapped her fingers on the chair waiting impatiently for his next move.

Izuku sat back down slowly, everything clicking into place. “It wasn’t a nightmare,” he breathed out in a rush.

“Ah, no fun, I like to play more.” She huffed and pretended to sulk. “You win Midoriya,” she cooed. “You’re the first person to accept their fate so quickly, I do think we will get along splendidly.” A wide grin spread across her beautiful face.

“You...look different.”

“HA!” She barked out in laughter. “You don’t think I’d come here looking like that do you?” Standing she crossed over to the couch, “but then if I recall, you prefer something a little different.” As the woman sat, a slight flickering rippled over her body, a man now sat down next to him.

Izuku leapt to the end of the couch curling around the arm.

“Not interested in a work triste, Midoriya?” The man scooted closer and ran a finger up his leg.

Izuku shuddered. “W-Who are you and what do you want with me?”

"Youcan call me Dabi.” Resting his chin in his hand he drew lazy circles on his leg. “What’s the last thing you remember?” He tipped his head, “before being nearly beaten to death.”

Dragging in a ragged breath Izuku closed his eyes against the painful memory. “I-I’m dating a man from my university, Denki. He wanted to, um,” he blushed, “have sex, but right after we did, he touched me with something. Then...then I was being beaten,” his voice dropped low.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, the man patted his leg. “Kaminari was an idiot, I’m glad I got rid of him, you seem a little smarter.”

“What?!” Panic crawled into his voice. “What do you mean you got rid of him?”

“What do you think I mean? He’s dead.” The man sat back and crossed his arms, blue eyes staring at him menacingly. “This isn’t a game, Midoriya. I’m very serious. I changed employees,youwork for me now.”

“Work?” He croaked as tears burned in his eyes.Was Denki really dead?“Doing what?”

“Hmm, think of me as, well, sort of an...anti-cupid,” he laughed. “I hadn’t thought of that before, I like it.” He grinned broadly. “That’s it, I’m the anti-cupid.”

Trying to control his fear, Izuku managed to speak normally. “What’s an anti-cupid?”

“Unlike the other, um...I think you call them demons?” He gestured downwards. “I have never enjoyed any old plain soul. All twisted and sour, blech.” Scrunching up his face, he stuck out his tongue. “I prefer a soul that is sweet, like the richest candy. It just melts in my mouth and slides down my throat, filling my belly, yummy.” He hummed softly, closing his eyes. “Ah...it’s been too long since I’ve enjoyed something so delicious.” The man looked down at his crotch and chuckled. “I forgot the human body has this thing.” He poked at his hard dick tenting his pants. His ice blue eyes glinted lustfully as he winked at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to have a work affair? It’s been some time since I’ve used one but as I recall I’m not bad.”

Izuku shook his head. “Not interested,” he pressed into the corner of the couch. “W-What am I supposed to do for you?”

“Ah, yes.” The man smiled wickedly and moved closer. “You are to make men, or women. I don’t care which,” he waved his hand dismissively. “I just need them to fall in love with you. The deeper the better. The more they are in love, the sweeter and richer tasting their soul will be for me. It’s delectable.” He licked his fingers, laughing harder as Izuku gaped at him. “My apologies, I’m starving right now.”

“But how? I mean, I don’t understand...I thought you traded your soul for something?”

“To put it bluntly, that’s a load of crap. We can pull a soul at any time. As long as there are cracks or fissures, then we can ooze in and pluck it like ripe fruit off a tree.”

“Cracks?”

“Doubt, uncertainty, insecurities, anything like that,” he smiled wryly. “You were insecure, so you were an easy target. You doubted that Denki really loved you.”

“Oh.” Izuku took a deep breath. “So...here’s the issue. I don’t think I’m the right person. Most people don’t fall in love with me.”

“That’s because you’ve never tried.”

“Uh huh,” Izuku laughed nervously. “I’ve tried, believe me.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, blue eyes grew colder. “Do you remember when you were being tortured, before I found you?”

Bile rose in Izuku’s throat. “Yes,” his voice cracked.

“I’m not sure you remember accurately.” Reaching out, he touched him with his finger.

Izuku was immediately wracked with pain, his skin peeled, whipped, bleeding, sliced, beaten, every nerve on fire. He doubled over, screaming so hard the veins in his face felt as if they’d burst.

Then the feeling vanished. Izuku hugged his knees, trembling so hard his teeth chattered.

“As I said,” he growled. “Do you remember?”

“Y-Y-Yes,” he tried to get the words out.. “I... remember.”

“If you can’t get someone to fall in love with you, my dear sweet Midoriya.” The man tucked a stray curl behind his ear. Flinching, Izuku pulled away. He chuckled and tugged at his hair. “Then I’m afraid that you will be tortured like that for hundreds and thousands of years. Thoughts?”

“I-I can! I can get someone to fall in love with me!” He agreed in a rush.

The man ran his hands through his hair, he cringed at the touch. “See,” he whispered quietly in his ear. “It’s all about motivation.”

Staying silent, Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t move. Finally, the man stood and walked to the open balcony door.

“See that device there on the table in front of you?”

Izuku opened his eyes and saw a small metallic stick on the table by his empty ramen bowl. “Yes.” He wondered how he was even able to speak.

“Pick it up.”

Reaching out his hand, he carefully touched it, a surge of energy washed through him. He jerked his hand back.

“I said pick it up,” his voice sounded more annoyed now.

Trying again, Izuku picked up the stick ignoring the strange feeling running up his arm.

“When someone is in love with you,” the irritation in his voice mounting. “And I meanhead over heelsin love, touch their forehead with that stick.”

Staring at the metallic device, Izuku looked up at the man trying to understand. “Their forehead?” he echoed.

“Yes, just touch them and all traces of that person will disappear, not one memory of them will existandif you do a good job Midoriya,” he smiled coyly. “I can keep you young and beautiful as long as you want, isn’t that a nice deal?”

Tears slid down his cheeks, a frown pulling at his lips. “Do I have to?” He begged softly.

“Of course not,” he gave him a condescending smile. “It’s just this or torture for a very long time. I’d never force anyone to work for me.” Stepping out onto the balcony, he waved. “I’ll be waiting, Midoriya,” and disappeared.

Dropping the stick, Izuku wrapped his arms around his legs, rocking back and forth.

What the fuck was he going to do? What THE FUCK was he going to do?!

What was his choice? Him or...torture? A surge of vomit shot in his mouth. Racing for the bathroom he puked into the toilet, ramen noodles sat in the porcelain bowl. The thought of that pain for hundreds or thousands of years was not something he could ever consider. So then...he killed people?

His stomach rolled queasily.

People who loved him?

Sobbing, he fell onto the cold tile and curled into a ball.

“I can’t believe you bought me these!” Tenya smiled and kissed him. “I’ve been wanting to go to this show for ages.” He studied the tickets. “And it’s next month too! Busy season will be over.” Tenya beamed adoringly. “You really do think of everything, I don’t deserve you.”

Izuku set down his wine and slid across the couch. “Of course you do Tenya. If anything, I don’t deserve you. Smart, funny and very sexy.” He ran a finger down his arm. “Is there something else I can give you?” He teased as he traced down his body, slipping his fingers into his waistline.

“No,” he blushed, “let me, you got the tickets.”

Izuku panicked slightly, “Tenya, I told you, this is your special night.” He kissed him again, this time slipping his tongue into Tenya’s mouth. He moaned softly as he deftly unbuttoned his pants. “So silky,” Izuku breathed as he wrapped his hand around his dick. Bending down, he took his cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck on him.

“Ohhhhh,” he gasp. Tenya’s hands grabbed his head tightly. “Say it,” he commanded.

Izuku rolled his eyes.

“Izuku?” There was an edge to Tenya’s voice.

“Can daddy get hard for baby?” He finally breathed out.

“Oh baby, daddy loves to get hard for you sweetie.”

Izuku felt him grow hard almost instantly in his mouth.

Why did he always get the ones with daddy issues?

“Daddy’s so big for baby,” Izuku mumbled. The things he had to say to get this guy to cum. Although, he was one of the nicer jobs he’d had in a while, this was the one drawback.

Gripping his head harder, Tenya shoved him down on his cock. “It seems daddy has to teach the baby how to suck his dick again.” Thrusting deep into his mouth, he stuffed his dick down Izuku’s throat, pushing down on his head at the same time.

Izuku’s face smashed down into his pubes. Trying to breathe, he sucked on his cock, Tenya was thrusting harder with each stroke into his mouth until he began to gag. Tears dripped from his eyes, but he let him throat fuck him, trying to breathe through his nose.Soon, soon, soon, it would be over.

“Daddy’s almost there, baby.” Tenya jerked a few more times and then pulling back he shot streams of cum into Izuku’s face. “Get daddy’s milk baby!” He screamed as he threw his head back moaning.

Sitting up, Izuku wiped at the cum, waiting until Tenya had fully enjoyed his orgasm. “I hope you had a nice night daddy.” He smiled tenderly at him.

Focusing back on him, Tenya’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “I did baby, but daddy’s not done.”

“Sorry daddy but I’m afraid you are, it was nice to know you.” Holding up the metallic stick in his hand, Izuku touched his forehead.

Tenya disappeared.

Sighing heavily, he used his shirt to wipe the rest of the cum from his face.

Poor guy, he hoped he’d given him a decent last memory, but he’d be dead soon anyway. Slipping the stick into his pocket, he leaned back heavily into the cushion. His fingers brushed the tickets still laying on the couch, he raised his brows. Those were expensive. Maybe he could use them to get his next person?

Another one.

Fuck, he wasn’t in the mood,did he get vacation days?He laughed to himself, that was fucking funny.

Fingering the stick in his pocket, the energy didn’t bother him anymore. Hell, none of it did. The first few years he’d cried after each one, but now, he just did whatever it took to get them to fall in love with him. Standing, he cleaned up the remains of the dinner he’d made. A nice meal and a blowjob. He always tried to do something special on the night he sent them to Dabi.

Washing his hands, he grabbed a beer from the fridge. Flipping on the TV, he half-watched the latest All Might show as he sifted through the possible people he had been watching lately. He’d figured out it was always good to start deciding on the next one as he was nearing the end of one job.

A Job.

That had been the biggest lesson he’d learned, not to call them relationships. They were jobs and that was all. Once he’d realized that, he’d stopped crying.

Twirling the remote with his fingers, he thought of the men that he’d been scoping out recently. There were definitely a few good candidates for Dabi’s next soul.

Standing behind the coffee machine, Izuku fired up the steamer watching the milk froth. He added it slowly to the espresso shot, making a heart design on the top. Sliding the drink across the way he called out the name. Reaching for the next cup, he made the black Americano. Looking at the name, he paused and looked around. He was leaning on the far counter looking at his phone. “Bakugou,” he called. The blonde looked up and walked across the room, shooting him a cocky grin.

“Thanks, green eyes.” He winked, took the cup and walked out of the coffee shop.

Izuku sighed, now that was someone he’d like to go after, he was probably fucking fantastic in bed. The problem was he was gorgeousandcocky as hell. Another lesson he’d learned quickly was that the guys he was attracted to were the worst targets. Strong and confident didn’t fall in love with him, not quickly and in the way Dabi needed. Sadly, it was the docile, shy ones with no confidence that fell for him, head over heels.

The next drink was a white chocolate mocha latte. He was back. Glancing up, the petite blonde smiled at him. Making the drink Izuku sighed. He wasn’t attracted to him...he was perfect. Sliding the drink across the counter he called out, “Yuga.” The man ran up to the counter.

“Thank you so much, you make the best drinks.” He gushed, picking it up carefully with both hands.

“Thanks.” Izuku smiled wide. “I hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will.” He looked around. “I know you’re busy but, um, what time do you get off?”

“In four hours.” Izuku managed to blush as he grabbed the next cup.

The small blonde leaned forward hesitantly. “Would it be okay, if I come back then? I would love to introduce myself.”

“Sure,” Izuku smiled shyly, he started the espresso shot for his next drink. “I’ll see you then.”

Walking into the bar, Izuku glanced around, he didn’t see Yuga. When he’d returned that afternoon, he’d actually been busy, and the owner had asked him to stay late. Grabbing a table, he sat down, what should he order? Was he fucking or being fucked?Crap, he guessed that he was fucking this time and ordered a beer.

They’d decided to meet up at the bar down the street. A favorite with everyone for its cheap drinks. The door opened up and Izuku almost spit out his drink. The Americano named Bakugou walked in and sat down at the bar. Waving at the bartender, he ordered and pulled out his phone. Izuku eyed him from his table. He was wearing a snug button up orange shirt with very form fitting black jeans. The bartender slid him a dark colored drink.

“Izuku?”

Hearing the smaller blonde’s hesitant voice, he jumped up and plastered a smile on his face. “Yuga!”

Shit, did he see?

“Oh, sit down, sit down,” Yuga sat across from him. Izuku saw him flick a glance at the bar.

Stupid.

He’d been caught off guard and needed to turn up the heat fast. Izuku smiled adoringly and dipped his head looking out from under his thick lashes. “Thank you for inviting me out tonight.”

Yuga beamed as his big indigo eyes focused on him solely. “I’ve been wanting to meet you. I hope I didn’t come off too forward?”

Izuku shook his head. “Oh no, I’ve seen you come in for a while now. I’m glad you said something.”

“You have a drink?” He pointed to the beer. “I’ll get one for myself.” He walked up to the bar and waited for the bartender. Izuku was glad for the opportunity to study Bakugou again. He was still messing with his phone when Yuga began ordering a drink. The spiky blonde regarded him for a moment and then turned back to his phone.

Turning, Yuga smiled and waved, his cheeks bright red. Sucking in a long breath Izuku dug deep and smiled back. He was so tired, all this bullshit,damn, after this one, he needed a break. Pretending to be attracted to someone was a lot fucking harder than it seemed. Sitting down with his drink, Yuga leaned on the table and grinned.

Lifting his beer Izuku took a sip and smiled back. “You look nice tonight.” That wasn’t a lie, he did look nice. He had on a soft purple oversized sweater with a black turtleneck underneath, a deep purple beret covering his blonde hair.

“Thank you,” he blushed and sipped his colorful drink. “So how long have you worked as a barista?”

“A few years now, I never finished university, so I decided to be a worker bee instead.”

“Oh, did you drop out?”

“Kind of,” he mused. More like he got a full-time job that didn’t require further education. Forcing another smile, he sighed inwardly. “You?”

“I finished university and went on to get my law degree. I work around the corner for a small firm, I specialize in elder abuse.”

Izuku’s stomach twisted. He didn’t like messing with people who actually did something useful in the world. “Wow that’s nice, do you get a lot of cases?”

Yuga shrugged, “more than you’d think.” He sipped his cosmopolitan slowly.

Izuku watched the play of emotions in those indigo eyes. Yuga definitely liked him. It’d been a few weeks ago that they’d first made steady eye contact and since then he’d made it clear he was interested. Since he’d still been with his last job, he hadn’t flirted back and was surprised the guy was still on the hook. This was probably going to go well if he put in the effort.

He just hoped he didn’t have any daddy issues like Tenya.

“Do you live close by?” Yuga kept the conversation going but he flicked a quick look up at the bar.

Damn. He was clearly still a little worried from his earlier mistake. Leaning forward Izuku put his chin in his hands and made sure he made steady eye contact. A blush raced up the small blonde’s cheeks.

“I do live close, just a few blocks over, not much but it’s home. I can’t afford a lot on a barista budget.” Indigo eyes lit up, Izuku had guessed right. Based on the clothes he wore, this guy had money and that gave Yuga power. It was one of the more typical jobs he’d been finding recently. In fact, when he’d started at the coffee shop, he hadn’t expected the poor barista image to be so popular with the older rich men. It was a gold mine for him. Well, he grimaced inwardly, for Dabi. Yuga was clearly trying to hold back his excitement without much success. His eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Do you just work one job?”

It was on the tip of his tongue to say no, but that would require too much explaining. “Yep, I have a small inheritance so I’m able to make ends meet. I’ve thought about opening my own store someday.” Izuku froze as the words escaped his lips. A cold shiver raced down his spine.

The future.

That was not something he liked to think about anymore. Grabbing his beer, he gulped it down.Why had he said that?A wave of depression crashed over him. He couldn’t do this tonight, not anymore. Yuga kept happily chatting away not realizing he’d completely lost interest and was only nodding as needed. He wanted to go home. It was going to be one of those nights.

“Are you busy this weekend?”

Blinking, it registered that Yuga was still hanging in there. Tapping his beer bottle, he decided to forge ahead. He didn’t know when the next job would come along. “No,” he tried to smile. “How about you?”

“I’m not.” Yuga tensed and his eyes filled with worry. He glanced again at the bigger blonde still sitting at the bar. “Would...you like to go to a movie and dinner?” Shifting uncomfortably, he thinned his lips as if braced for rejection.

“I would love to Yuga,” Izuku managed to smile and blush. He needed to get this over with so he could go home and be depressed. “I heard there’s a new romance out, would you be interested? Or do you prefer action movies?”

“I love romance!” Yuga practically squealed. “Would Saturday be good?” His Cosmo sloshed over his hand as he bounced forward.

“Sure. Let’s exchange contact information and send me a time. I work but am off by one.”

“You won’t be too tired?” He grabbed a napkin and cleaned up his spill.

“Not at all, I can always take a quick nap when I get home.”

Yuga looked at his watch. “Izuku, I am so excited for Saturday.”

“Me too.” Well, at least this guy showed his cards, he hoped it would be a fast job.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to get going, I need to finish up some case work that I left to meet you.”

Izuku tried not to look as relieved as he felt. He was leaving. “Wow, that was nice, sorry that you still have to work.”

“It happens all the time as a lawyer, you’ll see,” Yuga laughed lightly. “I’ll pick out a place to eat while I’m working tonight, it will give me something to think about.” He stood and came around the table to hug him. “I’m so glad you said yes.” He whispered in his ear. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

Izuku shook his head. “I may have one more drink before I head back, if that’s okay?” The look in Yuga’s eyes reflected that he’d liked Izuku asking permission.

Hmmm, this could be interesting.

He’d run into a few of these docile men that once given power got into all kinds of strange shit.

“Enjoy and in fact,” Yuga fished out a few bills, “let me pay for whatever you want.” Smiling, he waved and walked out of the bar.

Izuku sagged in his chair and finished his beer, another sugar daddy. They could be okay, but he always felt guilty when they bought him stuff, accepting a gift from a job seemed really low. Hewasthe man about to kill them. Pushing those darker thoughts away, he noticed the tables were filling up as more people came into the place. Giving up his place, he moved to a vacant seat at the bar, and ordered another beer. He really wanted to go home but he’d have one more before heading back.

“That’s a fucking waste.”

Snapping his head around in surprise, he saw the blonde still sitting there. Izuku stared at him. “A-Are you talking to me?”

Ruby red eyes seemed to glow over the rim of his drink. “Maybe?”

Laughing, Izuku leaned his head onto his hand, “I didn’t take you for being the coy type.” Surprise registered in those fiery eyes.

“I didn’t take you for having a spine.”

“Below the belt, Bakugou, you don’t even know me.”

“I know you by the men you pick up.”

Izuku furrowed his brow, still smiling. “I guess I have a bit of a secret admirer if you watch me that closely.”

He snorted. “I don’t have to watch that closely. You fucking send out a homing beacon and they all come buzzing around you.”

Izuku took a drink of his beer and shrugged, he was right. “Better than being celibate I guess.”

“Oi, I’d rather be celibate than fuck that noodle extra you dragged in here tonight.”

Anger coiled in Izuku’s belly, he was right again and that made it worse.Fuck, he just wanted to have a few drinks and quietly head back to his apartment.

Bakugou downed his drink, stood up and slid into his leather jacket. He threw some bills on the bar, keeping those piercing eyes on him the entire time. Izuku’s stomach flipped,damn, sex basically oozed off the man. He stopped his train of thought, that was not a direction he could ever dream of going, not anymore.

“You wanna come with me?” The cocky grin was back as he extended his hand out and gave him a sultry smile, one that would pull any sane person into those arms.

“My place is around the corner, and I’d like you to join me.”

Swallowing hard, Izuku stared down at the old laquered wooden bar. “Sorry, I, uh, have something to do.”

He clicked his tongue. “I was right, too bad.”

“Right about what?” He responded quietly.

“You’ve got no fucking spine.” Turning, he pushed the door open and walked out.

Izuku slumped against the bar. He had to resist every urge screaming at him to chase after the man. He couldn’t, never again. Sucking down the last of his beer he headed home, where he sank into his couch, covered his face and burst into tears.

In the beginning, there had been failures, poor quality souls but Izuku had managed to get a few good ones for Dabi. With time he started to get better at his job.

Then it happened.

A guy had come into the coffee shop, he had a cocky attitude and a really nice body. He was the kind of man that knew all the right places to touch. At that time, he’d been dating another older insecure man, not much of a thrill but he’d been getting good at his ‘in love’ routine and it was going well. Then cocky attitude had crossed his path again and before he knew it, they were having sex, regularly. Izuku had managed to keep it from his job and when he sent him through, it had been a relief. He grimaced at the memory. He’d been so happy to get rid of the guy.

Putting the stick safely back in his dresser, Izuku cleaned up the dishes from dinner. He was exhausted, fucking Shouto on the side and dealing with Shoda had been a full-time job. Starting with their damn names. He’d mixed them up a few times which had completely freaked Shoda out and getting him back in love had proved to be difficult. This time he was definitely going to take a little break as a reward and focus on Shouto for a while, just another few weeks.

Sitting on his bed, he felt a presence. “Fuck!” Izuku spun around. Dabi was laying there in his male form. He stared at the creature, human...whatever.

“What kind of garbage was that?” He looked angrier than he’d ever seen him.

“Garbage? Shouto? I-I mean Shoda?Shit! Pull it together!Izuku railed at himself.“I-I thought he was in love with me, so I sent him. Did...I make a mistake?” Izuku could only think of Denki.Would he kill him?

Dabi smacked his lips and made a sour face. “He was ripe but there was a foulness to him that tasted like infidelity.” He crossed his arms glaring at him.

Izuku’s brows shot up. “Infidelity? You can taste that?”

Sliding off the bed Dabi sat and patted the spot next to him. Izuku moved cautiously, moving himself next to him. He fidgeted with his shirt.

“I like you Midoriya. You don’t lie to me, you’re smart and getting damn good at what you’re doing.” Those cold blue eyes bored into him. “Because of that, I’m not going to kill you. However, if you really want to be fucked so badly, I think I can help you out.”

Jumping up from his couch Izuku raced to his bathroom as bile shot into his throat.

Why did every fucking memory of Dabi make him puke?

A cold sweat broke out on his brow.

He’d called it the holding chair.

Izuku’s vision blurred as tears rushed into his eyes. Shuddering, he tried not to remember as he hung over the toilet. He needed something...anything to distract him. Sucking in several deep breaths he felt his stomach settle. Going back into the living room he turned on the TV.

Forget, forget, forget, he chanted silently to himself. Laying on the couch, he stared blankly at the flickering lights of some show, but the memory was too vivid to block out.

He choked back a sob. The holding chair wasn’t something he could ever forget.

Somewhere deep in the bowels of where Dabi came from was that chair. A place that they strapped in the victim to be brutally fucked, endlessly, by any creature and by whatever means they wished. It was a delight for all according to Dabi. It was announced across the plane when someone was there to be used. Then they all came running to partake.

Izuku covered his ears and clenched his teeth. Screaming into the cushion he began to choke. His body throbbed painfully at the memory.

He had no clue how long he’d been strapped into the chair. Dabi never told him. When he was finally returned home, he’d lain broken and bleeding, unable to move for weeks. Crawling to the door to get food he’d ordered online. It had taken him over two months to heal fully. Although his next job, he ended up as the bottom and it was excruciatingly painful to handle. After he sent that one through, Dabi had returned and congratulated him on surviving the chair.

“Midoriya!” He cackled. “You are a current favorite, so many are already asking for you again.” He ran a finger softly down his cheek. “I even visited you every day, do you remember?” His blue eyes sparked with lust. “You are more divine than I could’ve imagined.”

Izuku couldn’t breathe.

“Do you understand the rules now?”

He nodded.

“You need to say it out loud,” he cupped his chin.

Izuku jerked away from him. “No cheating!” He yelled, a panicked sob tearing at his throat. “No fucking cheating on a job.”

“Half-right, no cheating,EVER,” Dabi pronounced clearly. “If you fuck someone, even a quickie between jobs, then they’re your new soul until they fall in love, and I have a meal. Understand?” Izuku made a garbled noise as he choked on his sob. “Do you understand Midoriya?!” He growled.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“You can never just have sex again without them coming to me.” Dabi stroked his hair gently. “My sweet Midoriya, remember if you ever get desperate again, I’m always available.”

Izuku shuddered, “I’ll be okay, I don’t need sex that badly. I understand the rules.”

“That’s a shame, I was getting used to your body.” Dabi sighed and stared at him for a moment, then suddenly he clapped his hands. “Oh Midoriya, you are my crowning jewel. Everyone just fights me and fights me, but you! You’re perfect, thank you for being such a good employee. Maybe you’ll win employee of the month next time!” He giggled at his own joke and palmed his face.

Izuku’s stomach lurched at his touch. He didn’t dare look at him.

Leaning over Dabi nuzzled against his head. “I know you wish I was gone but understand this,” he licked his ear slowly. “I am all that stands between you and a million lifetimes in that chair.” With that Dabi kissed his cheek and disappeared.

It was at that moment, as he vanished, that Izuku realized his spark of life had gone out.

For some reason he’d always thought he’d escape someday. But he knew, right then, that he was forever stuck with Dabi with no way out, except to be tortured in writhing pain.

At one time he’d considered himself to be a romantic, thoughts of love and marriage like anyone else but that night it had all washed away. Like fucking bleach in his heart. He’d become as sterile and lifeless as his employer.

🛑TOL - Izuku is fucked