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When All for One opened the hotel door, he froze, unwilling to believe his eyes. A large, circular bed with a pink fur comforter dominated the room, supported by lava lamps and leopard-print shag carpeting. He couldn’t hold court in such a pastel monstrosity. He hesitated at the threshold, unwilling to grace the room with his presence. Phantom laughter rang in his ears. Oh, how he’d fallen in the world.
“Sensei, are you going to block the way forever?” interrupted Shigaraki Tomura, his adopted son, his protege, and currently, his bellhop. All for One stepped to the side, letting Tomura wheel in two suitcases, his pinky finger held up in a quirky manner. Tomura broke into snickers as soon as he saw the room. “Nice digs, huh?”
“This is an insult,” All for One snarled. “I must speak to the manager immediately.”
“I like it. At least it has a proper bed.” Abandoning the suitcases at the side of the room, Tomura hopped onto the bed, bouncing on it a few times to test its softness. Such innocence, as if he had no idea what kind of activities transpired on a love hotel’s bed. All for One entered with his arms held stiffly at his sides, unwilling to touch anything lest fake fur shed onto his suit.
Tomura sighed, flopping backwards. A sliver of belly shone pale between his black shirt and black pants. Sixteen and growing like a weed, Tomura desperately needed a wardrobe update, but All for One hadn’t had time to take him shopping. Not with this All Might affair casting a shadow over his life.
“Ahh, it’s soft.” Tomura’s pastel-blue hair mingled with the pink fuzz. “You must be tired, right? Take a break and fall asleep for once,” he suggested.
“I don’t have time for that.” Sleep was an idle luxury for All for One, ever since he’d taken a quirk that eliminated that bodily necessity. “At this moment, All Might is rallying his troops—” Tomura frowned.
“It’s always ‘All Might’ this and ‘All Might’ that. I know how to fix your problem.”
“And how are you going to do that?” It was good to see Tomura take initiative, although All for One already knew what he was going to say—
“Let me kill All Might.” Tomura’s elegant, deadly fingers twitched in the air, like he was strangling an invisible throat.
“No.”
“But it’ll be so easy,” the boy whined, “If you just let me borrow Kurogiri for five minutes, I’ll take down the boss for you—”
“Absolutely not,” All for One said firmly. “I won’t have you risk your life to assassinate All Might. You’ll just make him a martyr. All Might’s become such a symbol of hope—” he spat out that word, “—that the only way to destroy him is to defeat him utterly. Tear that paper tiger to shreds.” He clenched his fist, which crackled with a lightning quirk. Tomura’s hands fell back to the sheets.
“Suit yourself.” His eyes slid to the side of the room. “Huh, they’ve got Street Fighter.” He scrambled off the bed and hooked up the system like a drip of morphine. “Player two?” He dangled the controller by the string. All for One shook his head no. He’d had enough of being defeated in the real world without being dominated in a virtual one. Tomura shrugged and began a one-player game.
Although there were many more important things he should have been doing, All for One lingered to watch him play. When he was younger, Tomura had trouble sleeping, likely due to the traumatic death of his father. When night came, he’d sidle into All for One’s room and sit at his heels, playing video games while All for One did paperwork, or read, stretching out his waking hours until he finally passed out and had to be carried to bed. It was tempting to pull out a newspaper and pretend that nothing had changed since those halcyon days.
Still, this was no time and a place for nostalgia. Even though they were running from hole to hole like cornered rats, Tomura was treating the situation like an extended vacation, secure in his belief that All for One would be victorious. To a certain extent, the trust was flattering. But he was sixteen, and ought to grow out of such childish fantasies. Perhaps it was All for One’s fault for spoiling him so much. A firm hand was needed to keep him in line.
“It’s past your bedtime, Tomura. Tomorrow morning, I want you to learn the business of this love hotel. Talk to the manager, observe the traffic, see if you can find any financial documents. Then give me a report about the cash flow and any irregularities—” Tinny shouts and punches interrupted All for One. “Are you paying attention?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m listening,” said Tomura, tapping buttons with speed. “You’ll have to be satisfied with an oral report, since there’s no desk or paper in here. How long do you want it? Ten minutes? Five? Since you’re so busy with this ‘All Might affair,’” he trailed off, concentrating on his combos.
“Take your education seriously, Tomura.” The distorted electronic music coming from the speakers gave All for One a headache. He suppressed the urge to smash the game. “It’s important for you to learn every aspect of being a villain—”
“This is just busywork to keep me off the front lines.” The virtual opponent flew into the air, kept up by a flurry of blows. “Don’t you want me to learn how to destroy hero society?” Punch, punch, kick. “Or maybe you just want to keep your beloved Tomura all to yourself.” The opponent landed face-down, a perfect K.O. The countdown to the next round commenced.
The arrogance of the boy! He’d snap like so many twigs under All Might’s boot. Didn’t he see that All for One was only trying to protect him, keep him safe in a greenhouse until he grew to his full potential? He couldn’t lose him. Not again.
All for One hovered behind him, the full force of his displeasure directed at the knobs of his spine, but Tomura ignored his looming aura. The most powerful man in the world and he couldn’t command the attention of a single teenage boy. In his heart, All for One knew there was no going back to the way things were, with young Tomura looking up in blind worship of his god-like ability. Tomura was growing up. Yet if he could awaken the child still inside him—
Many decades ago, back when he collected quirks indiscriminately, All for One had taken a quirk called “Love Me.” He couldn’t quite remember how it worked, but Tomura could use a little more love, a little more respect for the man who’d cultivated him. Reaching into the depths of his library, he brought the quirk to the surface and activated it.
The effects were immediate; Tomura’s button-mashing stuttered, giving the opponent an opening to strike. His character jerked back and forth, like he couldn’t decide whether to attack or block. All for One increased the strength of the quirk and Tomura shuddered, clutching the controller.
“Sensei, what did you do to me?” Tomura said with a confused waver in his voice.
“Who says I did anything?” All for One grinned.
“This feels like a quirk. It’s weird.” Tomura tipped his head back to look All for One in the face, then gasped. His pupils went wide, consuming the red of his eyes. Tossing aside the controller, he swiveled and hugged All for One’s knees, abandoning his fighter to the blows of the opponent.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“This is all your fault,” Tomura pouted, his face at fly level. All for One chuckled, and stroked Tomura’s hair, like he’d done so many times as a child. Tomura leaned into his hand.
“Is there something you’d like to say?” Tomura hummed in thought. Yes, now was the time for him to realize how much he truly appreciated All for One’s care—
“I want a hug.” Ah. Disappointing, but Tomura had always been a selfish child. At least now he was listening.
“Then stand up and hug me properly.” Tomura obeyed. With hands tucked carefully into fists so as not to activate his quirk, he wrapped his arms around All for One’s torso. His hair brushed against All for One’s cheek. Since when had he grown so tall? All for One continued to stroke his hair, lingering a little at the neck. Tomura melted into him. No matter how tall Tomura grew, he’d always retain that childlike affection—
All for One’s fond reminiscing was interrupted by a hard length poking into his leg. His hand froze.
“Tomura, what’s this?”
“Sensei, you smell really good,” he mumbled. “You’re warm—” He moaned and pressed his erection harder against All for One’s leg. Belatedly, All for One remembered that the name “Love Me” was really a euphemism for a sexual pheromone quirk. Blame the quirk registry’s prudishness for this situation. It must be quite a strong quirk as well for Tomura to abandon all natural decency and rut against his own guardian. If All for One was a responsible guardian, he’d dismiss Tomura, perhaps hire a prostitute for him to exercise his lust on. But All for One was no hero. He tipped up Tomura’s face by the chin. Naked, confused desire shone in his eyes. It was so rare to find Tomura this hungry. The fire in his eyes looked so much like the first—
“I think you’d like a kiss.”
“What?” Tomura’s face scrunched up. “That’s disgusting—” All for One’s mouth silenced his protests. Tomura’s lips were cracked, in need of care. His eyelashes fluttered confused against his face, but he made no motion to pull away, even after All for One pierced through his lips with his tongue.
“—You lose!” declared the game. All for One shot a violent bolt of electricity at the bruised face on the screen. The TV fizzled, smoke filling the air. No more distractions. He set his snarl into a more neutral tone and faced Tomura, who had a surprised look on his flushed face.
“What did you think?” asked All for One gently.
“That was gross.” Tomura nibbled at his moistened lips. “Do it again.” Well, how could he say no? All for One kissed him again, with the addition of a hand at the back of his neck. The boy sagged, letting All for One support his weight. All for One stepped back and sat on the bed, guiding Tomura to straddle his thighs. Tomura rutted at his belly, stabbing his tongue sloppily into All for One’s mouth. He’d had many more sophisticated partners, but there was something endearing about his inexperience. A vicious thrill, like tearing open a rosebud and scattering the petals. His own manhood stirred. He gripped Tomura’s hips with both hands, holding him in place while he thrust up. Tomura broke away.
“You’re hard,” Tomura stated, like he couldn’t believe his sensei was human after all.
“How can I help it, when I have such a beautiful thing in my lap?” He cupped his skinny ass through his pants. Tomura looked down, where their crotches were joined, as if realizing the situation for the first time.
“Sensei, do you really want me like that?” Tomura’s knuckles dug into All for One’s back.
“You have enough evidence to answer your own question.” All for One slid a hand under his waistband to touch the skin directly.
“Have you always wanted me like this?” A note of panic entered Tomura’s voice.
“Have you?” A finger reached between the two globes, brushing against the puckered ridges of his hole. Tomura jerked, as if he’d been stung. A patch of cold bloomed at All for One’s back, then spread down his arms as All for One’s very expensive tailored suit dissolved into dust.
This was not a mistake. Tomura did not make mistakes with his quirk. This lapse of judgement could have been forgiven in the good days, but tailored suits were hard to come by right now. All for One tossed Tomura sideways on the bed, then stood up, casting his shadow over the boy. Tomura raised his hands in front of him, fingers curled like so many thorns. For anyone else, an open palm would be a gesture of submission, but Tomura’s deadly hands were a warning and a threat.
“Sensei, can we stop? It’s late, I mean, it’s past my bedtime.” The boy’s eyes were wide, his breath ragged. He been pushed too far. But the boy’s cock still strove desperately against his pants. He’d bend, and not snap, if All for One nudged him the right way.
“Nighttime is the domain of villains,” reassured All for One. “Besides, I thought you wanted a practical education. You wanted experience, right?” Tomura’s lip trembled, but he said nothing. Ah, those were the magic words. All for One gripped the boy’s hands by the wrists, gently, but firmly. “Put these away.” Those ten deadly thorns curled into a fist. “Excellent.” All for One kissed his wrist, the heartbeat thrumming through his lips matching his own. At any moment, those fingers could strike his face, and even with his enhanced regeneration, he couldn’t survive the destruction of his head. What a thrilling notion, to have such a dangerous creature under his control.
Tomura let All for One set his hands above his head, and kept them there without restraints. His eyes followed him, wary as a cornered cat as All for One removed his shirt. A distraction, then. Tomura loved having hands on him, a hunger only All for One dared sate. All for One’s skin roiled as a pair of arms sprouted from his back, then another, courtesy of a spider-limb quirk. The fresh hands roamed across Tomura’s skinny frame, stroking his hair, reaching underneath his shirt, caressing the claw marks from Tomura’s combat training. He touched every inch of his torso except for the one place that strained for his attention.
“It’s agonizing, isn’t it?” All for One hovered his hands over Tomura’s erection. With a buck of his hips, Tomura chased his touch, but All for One lifted his hands out of the way. Tomura huffed. “Frustrated?” All for One chuckled. “This is just another tool in your arsenal. Motivation and punishment. Men will do such strange things for satisfaction.” All for One made contact then, Tomura’s cock pulsing joyfully in his hands. Only for a second, just enough to whet his appetite.
“You’re very beautiful, Tomura. Will you be good for me?” Tomura nodded, sedated by the overdose of caresses. His shirt and pants came off easily, revealing legs lanky with new growth. The soft pink fuzz of the bed framed his moon-pale skin. His blood-flushed cock lay against his belly. All for One stroked it, peeling back the foreskin and sliding it up and down over the head. Tomura’s stomach twitched, his hips bucking into the touch. All for One lowered another hand to the cleft behind Tomura’s balls, stroking his taint. And just as planned, Tomura’s enthusiasm brought his hole to his finger.
When the boy realized what All for One was driving towards, he scowled. Youth, so easily deceived. Still, better to be angry than to be afraid.
“Tell me, Tomura,” said All for One, rummaging around for lube in the nightstand. “What motivates a man?” Tomura glared at him for throwing a pop quiz at him right now.
“Lust.” All for One rewarded him with a firm stroke, then paused. “Uhh, money. Power. Fear. Duty. E-envy,” he wavered as the pleasure tripped up his tongue.
“What else?” All for One stilled his hand. Tomura’s eyes darted around the room, as if there might be a cheat sheet on the ceiling. Well, the heart-patterned wallpaper might be a clue. All for One slicked his fingers and waited at his entrance.
“Love?” Tomura whispered. All for One smiled.
“Yes.” And then he slid his finger inside. Tomura didn’t panic this time, although his hands clenched uselessly. His hole was tight, anxious. All for One would have loved to tease him, but that was for another time. He coiled his finger up, pressing against a hardened spot inside that silky flesh. Tomura whined, back arching up, his eyes rolling back. All for One massaged that spot relentlessly, wringing the most appealing mewls out of his protege. He slid another finger inside, stretching Tomura open. Two was enough. He paused to stroke himself to full hardness, which let Tomura recover his senses. Tomura’s eyes widened at the size of All for One’s manhood.
“That’s not going to fit—”
“It will. I trust your ability.” All for One slathered his cock with lube, not bothering with a condom. It was selfish of him, wanting to be Tomura’s first. But that was the great thing about being a villain. He could be as selfish as he wanted.
“Sensei, please—” Tomura begged, before being interrupted by All for One’s head breaching his entrance. His hole was tight, too tight for the widest flare of All for One’s cockhead, even with the lube. Tomura’s ribcage quivered with rapid breaths.
“Tomura, relax.” The boy cried out with a pained expression. His arms tensed, like coiled springs, then darted out and grabbed All for One’s wrist. But it was a safe, three-fingered grip. All for One let him maneuver the hand onto his face, masking everything but a single eye. A shaky inhale, an audible exhale, and then Tomura fell completely limp. He would have loved to see Tomura’s face contort in pleasure, but he could indulge the boy’s whims. He would have to content himself with his moans instead.
All for One sank completely into the compliant body beneath him. Tomura felt lovely on the inside, his quivering heat surrounding All for One. Now they were joined as closely as two humans could be.
“Such a good student, accepting my wisdom.” He set a languid pace, drawing his cock through the velvety folds of Tomura’s hole. Tomura was so responsive, each thrust pushing a whimper out of his mouth, his lips lapping at All for One’s palm. All for One planted a pair of hands at Tomura’s hips, digging his thumbs into the soft skin between his hips, caging, but not quite touching his cock. So soft, so smooth. Tomura was trained to run and dodge, but his quirk made it difficult for him to lift weights. All for One preferred him slim, anyway. It didn’t suit Tomura to have heroic muscles bulging out of his body.
Strings of precome oozed onto his belly from his untouched cock. All for One smeared the slick around the tip, brushing the sensitive area behind the ridge of the cockhead. Tomura bridged upwards, his abs straining in this unfamiliar position. So eager. “Shh, relax.” He pushed him back down. “I’ll take care of you.” He stroked Tomura’s shaft, using it as an excuse to increase the frequency of this thrusts. More high-pitched moans. The boy’s length twitched, growing impossibly hard.
Tomura screamed, a strangled sound like he’d been stabbed. His whole body spasmed, jets of hot cum reaching up to his nipples, painting his belly with white. All for One groaned as Tomura’s pulsing hole sucked at his dick. Tomura shivered with aftershocks, which turned into a yelp as All for One plunged in, fucking him at full speed. The boy squirmed, trying to get away, but hands over his body held him firmly in place.
“Bear it a little longer,” All for One grunted, plowing straight into him, chasing his own completion. Yes, this was what he needed, a steady, rhythmic domination, advancing into yielding softness. A certain change in angle, and Tomura was yelping, tensing with each hit. All for One pounded into his sweet spot until Tomura’s visible eye rolled into the back of his head. With a surge of warmth, he spilled his essence, pumping his disciple full of his seed.
After he squeezed the final, satisfying spurt of cum into Tomura, All for One sagged, depleted. He released the spider-limb quirk, reabsorbing all but the hand on Tomura’s face and the one bracing against the bed. He moved his hand to the side to stroke Tomura’s cheek properly. His fingers were wet. The boy watched him through hooded eyes. A surge of affection prompted him to kiss Tomura on the lips. Tomura shivered violently beneath him.
Ah, he must be cold. Cum oozed off his belly, matting the awful pink fur beneath him. All for One scooped up Tomura in his arms, like he weighed nothing at all. Tomura kept his deadly hands curled up safely on his chest. All for One strode into the bathroom and deposited him on the toilet while he filled the massive tub, big enough for two adults. On a whim, he added a few drops of orange essence from the well-stocked cabinet. When the bath was full, he shed his own clothing and went to pick up Tomura only a few steps away. The boy was sitting listlessly on the throne, semen dripping down his belly and out of his gaping ass. His eyes focused on nothing in particular.
All for One deposited him into the tub, then followed himself. It had been a long time, years, since he’d indulged in a full bath. Gentle water lapped at his shoulders, erasing the sweat and stench of sex. The heat soaked into his bones. Tomura slumped, his back to All for One, looking through the water at his distorted hands. All for One squirted some shampoo into his hands, then massaged it into his scalp. The shampoo hardly foamed at all, a sign of greasy hair. Tomura needed to take better care of himself. For a second, his vision blurred, and it was another’s scalp he was massaging. As soon as he finished bathing his brother they could read comics before bed—But the tub was too large, the water too warm. Citrus filled the air, not musty mold.
“Close your eyes.” All for One poured water over Tomura’s head. He followed with conditioner, working the slick substance into every strand of hair. Tomura sat quietly, allowing All for One to run his fingers through his hair. Drops dripped off his chin. He didn’t complain even as his fingers caught on a tangle. Poor boy must be exhausted. It was past his bedtime, after all.
All for One rinsed out the conditioner, then wiped Tomura’s body with a washcloth. He was too thin, all bones and skin. When he reached between his buttocks, Tomura jerked away. The boy wasn’t entirely catatonic then. He cleaned his hole himself, being especially thorough on the inside.
When All for One was satisfied he’d scrubbed clean every inch of Tomura, he drained the tub. Tomura stayed in his hunched over position until the last drop of cloudy water swirled away. He remained pliant while All for One dried him with a fluffy towel, carefully wiping between each deadly finger.
Now it was time for bed. Again, All for One carried Tomura, bridal style, to bed and tucked him in until only his head and two balled hands stuck out of the fuzzy pink sheets. It was so cute and childlike that All for One couldn’t help but linger. He leant over him, meaning to kiss his forehead.
A hand cupped his face, four fingers against his cheek. Tomura’s thumb hovered above his chin. All for One’s heart hammered. Later on, he’d tell himself that he was only impressed by Tomura’s ability to surprise him, but in the moment, his instincts screamed at him to survive.
“I’ve been thinking of what you said about motivation,” Tomura said in a dry voice. “We don’t need to live like this at all. With your quirks, you could disappear and lead any life you like. So, Sensei,” Tomura stroked his thumb against All for One’s stubble, letting the fingerprint ridges catch, “What is it that you’re fighting for?” Now that was a dangerous question. The wrong answer and his empire would crumble to dust, right now.
“A world where you can grow up safely.” This wasn’t a lie. The outside world would never accept a boy with a quirk as dangerous as Tomura’s. This wild, poisonous seed needed careful tending, fertilization, pruning before it could grow into the deadly bloom it was always meant to be.
Upon hearing those words, Tomura’s impassive mask cracked, his face contorting as if in pain. He pulled back his fingers like they’d been burned, then dove under the sheets. Only a few pale strands of blue poked out of the pink sheets. Both of them were breathing very heavily.
“Goodnight, Tomura.” Some day, his beautiful, terrifying ward would succeed him. Some day. But not today. All for One left the room ready to restore the world to its rightful order.
A world where Tomura could grow up safely.
A world where All for One stood on top.