Chapter 15

Midoriya looked around confused when they materialized in an unfamiliar place. The purple smoke cleared and they were in a long, dark hallway. He looked up at Tomura. "Where are we?"

"Welcome to our new home, at least temporarily. The bar is no more, so sensei let us have a floor of the skyscraper. It's definitely not perfect." Shigaraki pointed at the long line of closed doors. "We've each got a room, there's a kitchen at the end but only one bathroom." He leaned forward whispering so Toga wouldn't overhear him. "And her shit is everywhere, why does one woman need that much crap?"

The party began to split up, each going their own way. Tomura grabbed Dabi by the arm. "You can put your sibling in the basement for now. There are some old storage cages that you can lock up down there." He glared at him. "Remember, your responsibility."

Dabi only grinned at the glaring Shigaraki and turned to a bank of elevators pulling Shoto along with him. Midoriya watched them leave in silence. He was already sketching together a rough idea of what he needed to do. His eyes darted around the new environment, noting details, storing information away for later.

Tomura caught his wrist, pulling him to the first door on the right. "This is our room." Midoriya was whisked through and as soon as the door closed, Shigaraki pushed him up against the wall. One hand reaching up to his neck and face, the other sliding to his hip. His body pressing close, fitting against him like a mirror image. He kissed him so hard it hurt, their teeth hitting and lips bruising.

Izuku happily surrendered to the onslaught, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Tomura's neck and pulled him even closer. The hand at his hip slid up, underneath his shirt, up his back, before catching the cloth and tugging it up and over his head. As they pulled apart briefly, Midoriya did the same thing, grabbing Tomura's top and pulling it off.

Izuku smiled at him, his fingers now grazing naked skin. "So, I guess you did miss me."

"A little." Shigaraki fell to his knees, hands already fumbling with the zipper on Izuku's pants, his fingers catching in the waistband to pull them down.

Midoriya quickly kicked his shoes off, falling back against the wall now for support as he was stripped naked. His breath caught as Tomura's mouth closed over him. He threw his hand back, groaning, fingers tangling in the blue hair as he pushed his head down, deeper. "If you keep this up, everything is going to be over really quickly."

His only reply to that was a muffled giggle and somehow Tomura moved his head, changing the angle and going even deeper. Izuku's grip on his hair tightened, twisting. "Oh God."

It felt wonderful but Midoriya wanted more, he wanted everything. He wanted Shigaraki beneath him, trembling and begging. With great difficulty, he pulled Tomura back up by the hair. He pulled him back into a kiss as his other hand pushed his partner's pants down until they both stood against the wall naked. Keeping one hand tangled in the blue hair, he turned and pushed him down on the bed, falling across his back. Before he could pull away or protest, he pushed hard, using only the saliva for lubricant, impaling him.

Tomura cried out, hands clenching at the bed sheets. Midoriya leaned over, whispering in his ear. "Aww did that hurt? But you like a little pain don't you? Tell me how you like it." One red eye opened but he only smiled at him. Izuku pulled his hair harder. "Tell me."

Tomura purred, "I love the way you hurt me." At that Midoriya almost lost control, he had to close his eyes and press his forehead against the sweaty skin beneath him, taking several deep breaths before he could continue.

He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, deeper this time making Tomura whimper. "You are so tight. I love it when you whimper for me." He brought his left hand up to Shigaraki's mouth. "Lick."

Tomura's tongue slid over his palm, lapping at it like a cat. His tongue traveled up his index finger before enclosing it completely in his mouth, sucking on it deeply.

Izuku pulled his hand away, almost losing it again. "Oh God, I said lick, not suck." He pulled the hair again. "Be good." He shifted them slightly until they were more on their side. His left hand sliding down until his fingers wrapped around Tomura's hard cock, squeezing. Shigaraki whimpered again, throwing his head back, sweaty blue hair falling into Midoriya's face. He moved his hand very slowly. "I should just toy with you all night long."

Tomura made a slight noise of annoyance and pushed back, taking in all of Izuku's length, driving him deep inside to the root. Midoriya buried his face into his lover's neck, whimpering himself. "Or not."

He started a rhythm, at first slow, trying to make it last, matching his thrusts with the stroking of his hand. Tomura moved against him, back arching, head thrown back and eyes closed. It was all the noises he made that drove Midoriya crazy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, the soft moans and whimpers that he couldn't get enough of.

His movements became faster, everything blurring together into a mix of pleasure and pain until he couldn't take it anymore, driving into him hard, crying out as he came. Moments later, Tomura stiffened beneath him, moaning as he climaxed. They collapsed together into a sweaty, tangle of limbs. Midoriya wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, pressing soft kisses to the back of his neck.

The elevator doors opened and Dabi pushed Shoto out. He looked around in the half-light of the basement, this was actually the first time he had been here himself. It ran long and dusty into darkness but he spotted the old supply cages to the left. It would work for now and he would think of something better tomorrow. He had gotten keys and the boss' quirk killing collar from Kurogiri.

He shoved Shoto into one of the cages and snapped the collar around his neck. "Sorry about that but I don't want to fight with you. I really don't want to hurt you."

Todoroki pulled away from his touch. "I don't know why you told them that but you're not my brother."

"You really don't remember huh? You had to have been five or so when I had finally had enough and left. I took off and never came back. I had enough of his shit and wasn't going to take it anymore."

Shoto cocked his head, trying to recall old memories. It was true, he had an older brother that had been gone for years, one that no one ever talked about. He had once tried to ask Fuyumi but she had blown him off. He had figured his missing brother was dead and had let it be, not wanting to bother his family with more bad memories. But this man, no it couldn't be.

Dabi was only watching him, half smiling. He took one finger, brushing the red hair aside and touching the scar that circled Shoto's eye. "Mom got you pretty good. No surprise she went bat shit crazy having to live with him, day after day."

Todoroki pulled away. "How do you know? I've only told a few people."

"Oh, I still keep tabs on the family. I talk to Fuyumi now and then."

Shoto still couldn't process this, it could just be an elaborate ploy, maybe? The blue eyes flashed across from him, so much like dad's eyes, identical to his own left eye. He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. "Does she know? Who you are?"

Dabi shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sure she suspects but she's always been too sweet to come right out and ask. I think she's just happy to hear from me."

"But why? How?"

"You of all people should understand that, before you, I was dad's 'favorite'." He pulled his sleeve up, exposing the line of scars that crisscrossed his skin. "He was sloppy with me, damaged the goods permanently. He learned after that, only leave marks where other people won't see, to stop just before there were scars."

Shoto's eyes took it all in. "Dad did all of that to you?"

"No, not all. I finished what he started. I wanted symmetry and figured I would make it my own. I would own it."

"You're crazy."

"Oh no. Not even close." He ruffled Shoto's hair. "Dad is going to come looking for you and when he does, I'm going to kill him. I'm ready now. All those years ago, I couldn't do it but now," blue flames danced across his fingers, "now he's going to be the one on his knees, begging and I'll ignore his cries of mercy the same way he ignored me." He looked up studying Shoto's face. "I'm going to kill him for you, for me, for the whole family. Hell, the whole world will be better off without that bastard in it." He turned, closing and locking the door behind him. "I'll find a better place for you tomorrow."

Midoriya leaned his head onto Tomura's shoulder. "Do you ever sleep?"

Shigaraki cocked his head to the side, not taking his eyes off the small screen in front of him. "I sleep a lot. Don't distract me, I'm almost past this level." His fingers tapped the buttons in rapid succession.

"You said that an hour ago. Come to bed, I want to cuddle."

"I will, I will, just ten more minutes."

Izuku pulled the screen down. "Now."

Tomura squeaked pulling it back. "Just a little longer."

Midoriya scooted closer, resting one hand on Shigaraki's thigh and rubbing it gently. "I'll make you some tea. I'll rub your back."

He regarded him from the corner of one eye. "You will?"

Midoriya smiled. "Yes." He leaned over to grab the game system again.

Tomura snatched it away again at the last moment, pushing him away with one hand. "Okay go make me some tea and let me save my game."

Izuku slid off the bed and slipped into the darkened hallway. He walked slowly down, taking note of the one camera and its angle. When he reached the end he first went into the left door. He turned on the light, tripping over a wet towel that had been left on the floor. He looked around, taking in the chaos and the sheer number of items that covered every surface. Okay, Tomura was right, they needed some place where Toga could have her own bathroom.

There were bottles and brushes, four different curling irons and a cascade of makeup covering the sink, the back of the toilet and most of the floor. He stepped gingerly around it all and opened the medicine cabinet. He found the bottle he was looking for and grabbed it, opening it and taking one pill before carefully putting it back in the same position. Kurogiri had trouble sleeping and regularly took Ambien. He only needed one tonight.

He closed the cabinet and carefully scanned Toga's sprawl of items before finding what he was looking for, her never ending cache of bobby pins. The girl was constantly losing them, leaving a little breadcrumb trail of pins everywhere she went. He took three and pushed them into his pocket.

He hit the light and went across the hall to the small kitchen. He put the kettle on and took down two mugs, grabbing the milk and honey. He dissolved the pill into one of them and then laced it heavily with the milk and honey. He was lucky Tomura liked it sweet, he would never realize Midoriya was drugging him.

He went back to the room, pushing the one cup into Shigaraki's hand and sitting behind him. He began to massage his back, starting at the neck and working down. Kneading the tight muscles until he felt them unknot and relax. Tomura finished the tea, sitting the empty mug on the nightstand beside them. He sighed falling back into Midoriya's arms.

"Here lay down." Izuku pushed him gently down, hands still grazing across his skin. Tomura's eyes slowly blinked and then closed, not opening again. His breathing slowed and became regular. Midoriya sat still for a long time, just watching, making sure he was truly asleep.

Finally satisfied he slipped silently from the bed and the room. Opening the door only enough for him to slip through. So far everything was working in his favor. The only camera on this floor was positioned on the ceiling slightly in front of their door. His little nightly errand would never appear on any video footage. He moved to the end and ignoring the elevators, took the service steps.

Just as he hoped, again, no cameras here. He quickly and silently made his way down the stairs to the basement. He cracked the door, one green eye scanning the interior before dodging inside. Again, no surveillance down here. He guessed that would change after tonight. He walked over to the cage in which Shoto was crouched.

Todoroki stood up, fingers wrapping around the chain link as Midoriya drew closer. "What are you doing?"

Izuku motioned with his finger for quiet. "I'm getting you out, because you don't belong here." Midoriya took one of the bobby pins from his pocket and began to work on the lock on the cage. "Clunky, yet still effective." After a few minutes, there was a click and the gate swung open. "Toga loses them everywhere so it's completely feasible that you could have picked one up."

He pulled Shoto's arm, moving him closer. "Here, tilt your head." Todoroki still confused, listened anyway, turning his head so Midoriya could get better access to the small lock on the collar. It soon snapped open and he dropped it and the pin to the dusty ground. He took Shoto's hand, pulling him to the center of the basement where there was a man hole cover.

Midoriya pointed at it. "This runs under the building and joins up with the city's sewer system. Not a very enjoyable escape route but it will get you out of here. If you use your flames, you should be able to find your way." He lifted the lid and pushed him to the opening.

Shoto stopped at the edge and turned back, taking Midoriya's hand. "Come with me."

Izuku smiled and pulled free. "No. Don't worry about me. I chose to be here. I want to be here. I'm happy. Now go before someone catches on that I'm missing."

Shoto hesitated. "But…"

"Go. And by the way, your brother isn't a complete asshole. I think the only reason he grabbed you was some misplaced sense of protection. I think he wants to take you under his wing, to save you but he doesn't know you. You don't need to be saved. You'll be perfectly fine on your own, now go." He pushed him again.

Shoto looked from Midoriya to the hole in the ground before nodding and swinging one leg over and down.

"Shoto." He stopped looking up into the serious green eyes. "Just understand, after this, we're not friends anymore. If and when we meet again, I'm your enemy."

He looked at the ground, smiling sadly. "I understand." He disappeared into the darkness as Midoriya turned and made his way back to the stairs.

His return trip was blessedly quiet and uneventful. He closed the door silently and turned back to the bed. Tomura hadn't moved, deep in sleep, head cradled in one arm. Now everything was the way it should be, now he could sleep peacefully next to his lover. He slipped into the bed, pulling Tomura near and closing his own eyes.

The End