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It’s a dark and stormy night… well the loudest noise is Katsuki grunting as he makes his way over the fence a heavy thud sounding before Katsuki himself drops down into the graveyard. Plus, all the shitty lights from the city keep anyplace within its limits from being truly dark. On the other hand, this is a night that all good boys, girls, and other innocents should stay tucked tight in their beds.
Katsuki lost his job as a bouncer last night. Apparently, Katsuki’s boss didn’t appreciate him popping a dude who called him a faggot in the mouth.
Why is better that no one wanders these late-night streets? Well Katsuki has a… unique way of decompressing. His anger management instructor would be proud of him for not blowing up on his asshole of an ex-boss. Instead he focuses that energy on something more productive.
It’s a mostly dark and quiet night, or it is until Katsuki hears low grunting noises.
Katsuki freezes, what is it? Wild hogs? Kaminari would be screaming about zombies. More likely it’s some teens getting freaky. It’s unlikely that they will stop their heavy petting unless Katsuki throws his bundle down on top of him.
Still…
Best to check it out.
Being a little paranoid has saved his ass more than once.
When the clouds roll over the moon Katsuki realizes that the headstones still cast some dark shadows on the ground. He does get quite how dark those shadows are until Katsuki feels the ground disappear beneath him.
For a breathless moment he’s suspended in the air until he falls, hitting the dirt with bruising force, and then he feels another impact. His package fell in on top of him. A deep hole, in a graveyard, the faint stink of formaldehyde surrounding him.
He’s fallen into an open grave.
It is a surprise to Katsuki. He staked out the place earlier that day and looked at the obituaries. There shouldn’t be any open graves.
Fuck it hurts to fall into a six-foot hole when a body falls on top of you.
But... it was at least cushioned by something. A something that whined when Katsuki tried to get to his feet.
Pulling out his phone Katsuki illuminated the scene. There under his ass was a hottie with a body.
The aforementioned hottie had dark green hair and a cubby innocent face. And no pants. The body, Katsuki estimated, looked to be less than twenty-four hours dead. But if it was embalmed, well dealing with embalmed bodies wasn’t really his thing, so who knew how old it actually was.
The corpse had its dress pulled up and it didn’t take Katsuki’s discovery of the jar of Vaseline on the ground to figure out that the little freak was fucking the corpse.
The guy looked like he could be a teen or maybe just a twink. While Katsuki stared at the stranger, he started to talk, “Uhhh, I was just- I mean it’s not what it looks like – “.
Katsuki cuts him off after getting up and shoving his own corpse on top of the other body. “Looks like you were trying to get your dick wet with a dead body.”
The other guy scrambles up with a blush and rubs the back of his neck looking like a chastised puppy. Katsuki feels his heart beat a little harder at the display.
“Well... what are you doing in a place like this then?” The guy has his, admittedly plump, lips set into a pout.
Katsuki rolls his eyes and gestures to the corpse, “What the fuck does it look like? I’m here to drop off some trash.”
Katsuki looks over the little freak and grins when he notices he’s still rock hard. “What’s your name?”
Obviously stalling, the guy stammers out, “ahh… umm... Deku.”
Katsuki huffs, “I’m sure that’s your real name. Just like mine is Kacchan.”
Katsuki leans against the dirt at his back, “Well Deku, don’t let me stop you. It looked like you were in the middle of something.”
Deku looks over the body and licks his lips. Then he looks at the corpse Katsuki had dumped. It was a fresh kill. Katsuki never understood the desire to keep a body around, so he had come to the cemetery that same night to dispose of it.
With a giddy grin, more at home on the face of a schoolboy than that of a man, Deku faces him, “Do you mind?” He gestures to Katsuki’s kill.
Katsuki feels something warm in his gut at the question, “I don’t give a shit, do what you want.”
Deku leans down and picks up the jar next to Katsuki, smearing it over his cock. Deku must have dug out the grave a little bigger than it would have been when they first buried the body. It gives him plenty of space to arrange the fresh body to his liking. When it’s positioned just right, Deku spreads the legs of the woman Katsuki killed. It was naked since Katsuki had already disposed of the clothes. Without ceremony, Deku shoves a handful of the cream into the corpse’s cunt.
Eagerly, Deku shuffles forward, dick hard and straining. Then he shoves himself into the corpse with a grunt.
Katsuki unzips his pants as Deku jerks his hips. Fuck, he didn’t know why he found it so hot that this little nerd was desperately eager to fuck into his kill, but the fact was that it made Katsuki rock hard.
Then he hears the whimpering.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But I need so much, and you feel so good.” Katsuki can see the tears streaming down Deku’s face and he starts to viciously jerk his own cock.
Katsuki grunts out, “Hand me the jar.”
Deku rubs his teary face on his sleeve as he hands him the Vaseline. Katsuki grabs his own handful and the greasy glide is so fucking good as he slides his hand down his cock.
Deku goes back to fucking the corpse, his hips humping in little rabbit quick twitches. He’s bawling now, “I’m so so so sorry. Please, don’t-“
Katsuki can’t stop his own bone deep groan, this little freak, this Deku, is so goddamn cute. Katsuki is enthralled with how he cries, sobbing messily with tears and snot dirtying his face.
“Fuck Deku, you think anyone would forgive you for being such a disgusting freak that you want to fuck a dead body? Huh?”
Deku breaks out into a fresh cry, “Noooo- Kacchan- I’m such a bad- boy. I don’t deserve to be forgiven.” His breath hitches as he speaks.
Shit, damn it, this was good. Katsuki grunts as he fists his cock harder, the bodies are shaking from how Deku keeps humping into them, making them seem alive in the dark of the night. Deku looks like a man possessed, his simpering pleas have turned into a frantic mutter that Katsuki can’t decipher.
Katsuki watches as Deku’s pants slide down his ass, and he watches as it flexes and jiggles, so fucking tight and perky. Without much thought, he leans over and squeezes it to feel the way it moves as Deku thrusts. Then Katsuki slaps it, enthralled with the jiggle.
With a high-pitched whine, Deku spills into the body. Katsuki cums to Deku’s face, twisted in obscene ecstasy.
Katsuki wipes himself off on the funeral dress of the older body and tucks himself back into his pants as Deku does the same, pocketing the Vaseline.
With a friendly grin, Deku motions that he can boost Katsuki up and out of the grave. Fluidly, Katsuki climbs out of the hole. For a second he thinks about leaving Deku in the grave, but then Katsuki pulls him out. He watches as Deku grabs a shovel hidden behind a bush and starts to shovel dirt over the bodies.
Katsuki sighs. This will take all fucking night.
Without looking back, Katsuki tells Deku he’ll return in a moment. Going to his truck, Katsuki grabs the shovel he was going to use to bury his own kill.
He finds his way back to the grave without incident. With the both of them working, it takes barely any time at all to move the loose dirt. Suddenly, the work is done.
Even covered in graveyard dirt and questionable stains with a tear muddied face, Deku still looks like a fresh-faced boy.
Katsuki can’t help it, he’s enamored.
“Wanna get an early morning breakfast or somethin’ Deku?” Katsuki couldn’t help but want to spend more time with the guy. The way he had been in the grave, how he had cried, how he had came when Katsuki hit him... well Katsuki knew a keeper when he saw one.
“Sure Kacchan, I have a lot of questions! I would like to talk to you more, if that’s okay.” Deku looks so bashful at the suggestion. It makes Katsuki want to do only the worst things to the little freak.
Katsuki feels a predatory grin split across his lips and bare his teeth. “I have a feeling that we have a lot of complementary interests.”
Deku’s face lights up in a grin that seems to punch right through Katsuki’s heart. There was no way he would ever let this boy go while they still both lived.
Katsuki think that this might be the person he will stay together with, even after death.