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Izuku didn't notice at first when people ignoring him at school turned into avoiding him. Being lonely was just a part of life he learned to accept at a young age. No one wanted to be friends with a quirkless kid. If not due to his quirklessness, they didn't want to become a target themselves by being his friend.
It was weeks before he realized that there was rarely a mean comment tossed his way anymore. He didn't have many classmates that actively bullied him, but the ones who did no longer even looked at him.
Izuku wasn't sure if this was any better.
Life went on without much note at school. Which he supposed was a good thing. Of course, he didn't like being bullied, but the lack of any social interaction away from his mother was starting to eat at him.
It was just when that thought was bugging at him did he suddenly wish to be invisible.
High schoolers were the worst. They didn’t have to know that Izuku was quirkless, it was like they just knew that he'd be an easy target. He was a teenager too! But these guys were older and bigger than him.
"Hey! Don't ignore us!"
Izuku refused to turn until his backpack was yanked on and he was forced to a stop. They crowded him in a second.
"You should know to show your senpais some respect," one of them jeered, a nasty smile on his face.
Izuku mumbled a halfhearted apology, avoiding eye contact as he tried to edge away from them. Somehow, he never seemed to make himself less of a target no matter how quiet he was.
One of the boys to his right shoved him, sneering, "Speak up, didn't hear you."
Izuku refused to apologize again.
Upon hearing the sound of his backpack being unzipped, Izuku jerked away and turned from the teen.
"Pl-please don't touch my things," Izuku stammered out, trying not to get them anymore riled up.
"What? Do you have something in your backpack you're not supposed to have?"
"No!"
"He looks like a weirdo, bet there's porn," one snickered.
Izuku's backpack was yanked off by another boy, the straps snagging at one of his elbows.
"Stop!" Izuku tried to pull his bag back, shoving the teen holding onto the other strap.
This only seemed to infuriate him, retaliating by shoving Izuku to the ground. His head hit the concrete.
"H-hey, you guys," the only one that hadn't really been participating tried to butt in but was ultimately ignored by the others.
Izuku's head hurt, but he didn't think it'd be anything worse than a bruise. He sat up and glared at the teen that had shoved him despite the tremble to his hands.
"The fuck do you think you're looking at like that?" he snapped, tossing Izuku's bag to the side and grabbing the front of his uniform.
Izuku's eyes widened, but he was looking past the bully. He didn't have much time to make out the man's face before the teen was grabbed by the hair and yanked back.
The man proceeded to throw him to the ground. Hard.
Izuku flinched as the teen's head smacked into the ground. The others shouted expletives and backed away.
Although the teen sat up with a groan a moment later, he was dazed, hand bright red after touching his head. Blood.
After the moment of shock passed, two of the other teens bolted, while one ran over to help his friend back to his feet.
Izuku was in a daze himself, rooted to where he sat on the ground.
It happened so fast, and the man hadn't said a word. He still wasn't saying a thing as he walked over and picked up Izuku's backpack before coming back to him and reaching out a hand.
Izuku recognized the man, maybe.
A month or so ago, a man had aided Izuku in a similar incident, although the presence of an adult was enough alone to make the other middle schoolers back off. He hadn't been violent with them.
Izuku had sheepishly smiled and profusely thanked the man.
It was the same unkempt black hair, same intense red eyes. His voice had been low and even.
Izuku blinked and accepted the outreached hand against his better judgment. Perhaps it was for the better? Izuku wasn't sure. The image of that bully's head smacking into the ground kept playing on repeat in his head.
He didn't say thank you as the backpack was handed back to him, still dazed and afraid to break the silence. He didn't think he could comfortably thank someone for reacting that extremely.
The man's gaze lingered on Izuku a moment longer. A quick scan, as if looking for injuries, and then he simply walked away, as silently as he first appeared. Didn't seem like he wanted a thank you anyways.
It wasn't until he was out of sight did Izuku finally breathe. His knees wobbled and he was surprised he didn't sink right back down to the ground.
The moment he had his legs under control, Izuku practically ran the rest of the way home.
Izuku didn't see those teens again.
It was another couple months before there was another incident.
For the past week, there was a man on the train at the same time as Izuku, and he had made a few attempts at conversation that led nowhere. He was overly interested in Izuku's life, if he was dating someone, if his parents were out working often. The way he stared made Izuku extremely uncomfortable.
On a crowded day, the man gave up his seat to someone else and moved behind Izuku.
Chills clawed their way up Izuku's spine as he felt the man's breath against his neck. A hand groped Izuku's ass a moment later and he had to force himself not to yelp. The man continued to touch and squeeze, feeling over the curve of Izuku's hips and even slipping his hand between the boy's legs.
Izuku stared forward, swallowing hard and praying that his stop would come quickly. Perhaps he should just get off early and wait for the next train to come by? He didn't want this to escalate any further and didn't want to draw attention to himself.
To one side, Izuku heard a muttered, "excuse me." Out of the corner of his eye, a much bigger man forced the other one to move. He stood in such a way that he blocked Izuku's view of the pervert.
It took a good minute before Izuku let out a breath of relief despite how close this new person was. He wasn't touching him.
Although Izuku couldn't really see who it was… there was a twisted feeling in his gut that he already knew.
He didn't look back when his stop arrived.
Later that evening, Izuku was called to the living room.
"Izuku, is it possible you can get off at a different station?" His mother asked, but her words barely reached his ear. "This is so scary! And so close to home too…"
Izuku stared frozen at the news his mother was watching. He recognized the picture on the screen.
The pervert who touched him was found dead near the station, brutally stabbed to death, hands sliced off.
Izuku decided not to give his mother the added details that he was likely one of the last people who saw that man alive.
Somewhere in the pit of Izuku's stomach, he wondered if he had somehow gained a stalker. There wasn't really an easy way to prove it. His skin began to prickle constantly, feeling like he was being watched even when he knew he likely wasn't. He kept the curtains to his window closed despite the fact that they were several stories up.
There was a constant anxiety that nagged at him. It left him peeking over his shoulder to see if someone was following him, but maybe there were just… two weird instances with the black-haired man and the third incident with the creep was totally unrelated. A subway pervert could have easily pissed off the wrong person. As for the potential stalker, he probably just lived in the area. It wouldn't be odd to run into him twice. Izuku wasn't even sure if it was the same man who pushed the creep away.
…What was the likelihood of Izuku seeing the same person twice while getting bullied but then never seeing him around again otherwise?
Izuku didn't want to scare his mom, but he knew he was becoming jumpy and paranoid. He just needed to prove or disprove the feeling. Which… was easier said than done when a stalker avoids being seen.
In one of his stupider stunts after yet another restless night, Izuku crept out of his room and out the front door, careful to not wake his mother. His only sleep deprived thought was that if he found trouble and the man appeared again, then he'd know for sure.
It wasn't until after Izuku got onto the subway to head more into the city did he start realizing the flaws in that plan.
By the time the reality of the situation he put himself into was starting to set in, trouble had already found its way to Izuku.
A simple "help" was all it took for Izuku to step off the sidewalk into an alleyway. He heard the scuffle before he could see it, slipping between buildings until he peeked around a corner.
It was probably a mugging, two men with a poor lady profusely saying she gave them all she had.
"Bet you've got cash hidden in your bra, take it off!"
As always, Izuku moved before he could think, stepping into view and shouting, "Let her go!"
Their attention quickly turned towards him.
Izuku didn't move, not even as they started coming towards him, not until the lady finally began to run away.
With her on the move, Izuku knew he stood no chance in a fight with two full grown men who likely had weapons and quirks. He turned tail and began to book it out of the alleyway.
He didn't make it very far, of course considering his luck. One of the men's arms extended far past normal limits, snagging the back of Izuku's shirt and yanking him to a stop.
Izuku was punched and shoved into a wall, hand on his throat keeping him in place.
"Stupid ass wanna-be hero," one man spit out, squeezing harder against Izuku's throat with one hand and holding up a knife with the other, slicing his cheek. "Check his pockets."
It was as Izuku was choking that he saw him.
The other two men hadn't noticed him. With a simple motion, he held up a finger and gestured it down over his eyes.
Izuku squeezed his eyes closed.
He wouldn't be able to word the sounds he heard next, the sound of blade slicing through flesh, the gurgled sounds of a man choking on his own blood, the startled shouts cut short, the spray of blood that speckled across Izuku's face.
The gurgled choking sounds were soon silenced as well.
Izuku's weight was mostly being held up by the wall he was against, shaking and not daring to open his eyes. He shrank further in on himself as he heard the man approach him.
His eyes only opened as the man tilted his head up.
Izuku was met with those same intense eyes, unblinking. Two men were just murdered, and Izuku's brain still hadn't quite registered it through the fear and adrenaline coursing through him.
Shock held Izuku still as the man leaned in, tongue licking Izuku's cheek.
It was something else that continued to hold Izuku still, like a tingly wave rushing through him.
His body nearly dropped to the floor, all but a ragdoll as the man picked him up, shielding him from the carnage that was certainly to the right of them.
He didn't say anything as he carried Izuku, but he didn't appear to be all that pleased.
It wasn't like Izuku could really move before, but now he didn't have a choice. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, only feel overwhelming amounts of panic and not being able to do anything about it.
A couple minutes later, the ability to move came back, Izuku dragging in a much-needed gasp of breath as his head was going dizzy. He had been able to breathe, but not enough.
The man seemed a bit surprised, looking down at Izuku.
"You must be type O."
Type O as in blood? Izuku wordlessly nodded.
"Figures."
It was another beat before Izuku dared to speak. "C-can you please put me down?"
"I don't know. Are you going to run off into more dark alleyways in the middle of night?" The man scoffed. "Seriously, kid, what the fuck were you thinking?"
Despite what he said, he set Izuku down.
Dear lord he was tall, Izuku shying away from him as his legs wobbled.
"I… I needed to know if you were really following me."
Voiced aloud, Izuku knew it was stupid, guilt twisting horribly in his gut as he knew those two men died because of him. Heroes should've handled that situation. No one had to die.
"And what if I am?"
Izuku… wasn't entirely sure.
With a sigh, the man pulled a white cloth, too tattered looking to be a proper handkerchief. He tilted Izuku's head up and held it against the boy's bleeding cheek.
"Who are you?"
"Let's just say I'm someone that intends to keep you safe," the man said. It didn't seem like he wanted to expand on that, so Izuku didn't bother asking why.
"What's your name?"
His hand pulled away, folding and stuffing the blooded cloth into a pocket. "You don't need to know that."
He glanced back at Izuku's face and sighed. "If you need something to call me, you can call me Stain."
With a different, black cloth, Stain rubbed at Izuku's face and neck, which he could only assume was to get off the other men's blood.
"Now go home," he said, backing off. "I better not see you out so late again without a reason." There was enough of a threatening tone to Stain's voice to make Izuku shudder.
He nodded.
Izuku went home, scrubbing the remaining specks of blood off his body that looked like freckles at a glance. He tossed out his shirt. The small amount of blood likely would've washed out, but he didn't care.
It was the next morning when Izuku realized he should've called law enforcement, that it'd be trouble for him if they found out he was there when those two men were killed. On the other hand, it also wouldn't look good that he waited this long to try and say something. His reasons for being out and away from home were so ridiculous, would they even believe him? He didn't want to get in trouble with his mom.
So, Izuku didn't say anything.
He did, however, wish that he said more to Stain. Although he got confirmation that he did in fact have a stalker, he didn't know why, he didn't know who'd be in danger coming into contact with him, or if Stain would turn violent against him as well.
The anxiety cycle repeated with many more restless nights.
Again on a late night, Izuku wondered if Stain would simply approach him if he went out late. He didn't want anyone to get hurt this time.
As Izuku got up out of bed, reaching to one of his drawers to change out of his sleep shorts, his body suddenly crumpled to the floor.
Izuku wanted to yell, he wanted to panic, but his body remained perfectly frozen. His head went lightheaded from the fast heartbeat panic but not being able to breathe harder. All he could think of is that this was exactly what happened to him after Stain licked his cheek.
His quirk, perhaps? But how?
A couple minutes passed before Izuku regained control of his body. He was left panting on the floor, trying to shake off that terror before sitting up and reaching again for the dresser draw.
His hand barely touched it before he flopped back down to the floor.
When that had passed yet again, Izuku wearily scooted away from his dresser and crawled back into bed. That feeling slipped over him… almost like he was being told that this is where he needed to stay put.
He was left alone the rest of the night.
In the morning, he got dressed for school without issue.
He didn't try anything that night, but the next one, he wore basketball shorts to bed. They were something comfortable to sleep in but something he could also go out in.
There was no issue in getting out of bed or leaving his bedroom. As he went to put on his shoes, that paralysis zipped over him in a second.
Definitely a quirk, and Stain had definitely set up cameras to keep an eye on him.
Trying to find those cameras didn't work either. Izuku could look around with his eyes, but the second he seriously tried to search for the camera, he'd be paralyzed.
Izuku wanted to scream.
For a night, Izuku's mother said she'd be gone for a few days, needing to check on her parents. So, after school, Izuku didn't go home. He found small things to do to fill his time until nightfall. Then he got onto the subway and just… didn't get off.
He rode around, left alone as the carts got emptier and emptier… it was getting pretty late when Stain finally showed himself.
"What in the world are you up to?"
Izuku knew who it was the moment he approached. He recognized Stain's boots without having to look up to see his face.
His crossed arms held himself tighter, knowing that this was also a dumb idea. But in a way, it made sense to confront Stain now rather than risk someone he cares about getting hurt.
With a low, annoyed noise, Stain sat down next to Izuku.
"I just… want to talk," Izuku said slowly, "and you've been making it very difficult."
"Maybe you should stop trying to sneak out at night."
Izuku's leg began to bounce, jittery and anxious. "I think I have a right to know why I suddenly have a stalker."
Stain snorted. "Most stalkers wouldn't take kindly to being called stalkers.”
"You're not denying it," Izuku pointed out. There was some dumb boldness knowing Stain apparently held no ill intentions towards him. "Why me?"
Stain didn't answer.
Izuku sighed, leg bouncing harder. Stalkers were hardly rational.
"Do I need to worry about you hurting my mom?"
Stain shook his head. "No. She seems like a good woman; I doubt she'd raise a hand at you. I'd have no interest in harming her."
"So, if we ever got into a fight and yelled at each other, she'd be fine?"
Stain simply nodded.
"Do you… love me?" The concept of someone loving him romantically was honestly a foreign one to Izuku. Though he supposed in this instance he was mixing obsession and love.
"No."
Izuku relaxed, if only by a fraction. "So if I ever dated someone, it wouldn't put them in danger?"
"Unless they hurt you, but I'll let you handle personal matters unless I think you can't."
How… vague. But still relieving in a way.
Without prompting, Stain continued, "I avoid killing children if I can, so any teenage bully you have likely won't meet the end of my blade. The men from the alleyway were better off not in this world anyways."
"So… does that mean I don't have to worry about you hurting me?"
Stain finally looked over at Izuku. "I don't intend to be someone you need protection from. You'd have to become a lowlife villain before I'd consider it."
If Stain wasn't a lowlife villain, Izuku wondered what the requirements were then.
"And don't try to get cops involved. There's no need to, and they won't believe you."
That stung a bit, but yeah, Izuku already kind of knew he'd be getting no help in this absurd situation.
They were silent for a beat.
"When my body suddenly goes still, is that your doing?"
Stain pulled out that white and bloodied cloth he used to stop Izuku's cheek from bleeding the other night, though it seemed to be faded in some parts. His tongue licked over a blood stain and Izuku instantly lost all movement.
He remained still as Stain leaned in, breath far too close to Izuku's ear.
"I need your blood for my quirk to work, so I suggest you start behaving before what's left on this rag turns useless."
Izuku's skin pebbled with goose bumps but was unable to shudder.
Stain grabbed Izuku's face and tilted it up so he could meet his eyes.
"On you, my quirk will only ever last a couple of minutes," he said, brushing a curl out of Izuku's eyes with his free hand, "but I'm able to reapply it as many times as needed. No limits."
The next stop was quickly approaching, and Stain let go of Izuku Izuku's face. "I'd ask you if you understand, but you're gonna be like this for another minute. You're going home once you can move."
As the train came to a stop, Stain got off, or at the very least disappeared from Izuku's field of vision before he could move.
With not much of a reason to disobey, Izuku went home.
He didn't know what to do about being constantly watched. It was scary, something that constantly nagged at the back of his mind, but Stain watching him didn't really affect much in the end.
At least, not much in Izuku's daily life. Things carried on normally, Stain never tried to talk to him or leave things.
Not knowing how Stain was watching him when he was home left him anxious until he finally relented into the thought, "well, he's seen me naked several times now, there's nothing to hide." It wasn't exactly comforting but kept his anxiety at bay.
Izuku did his best to stay out of trouble. He didn't stay out late, he avoided being alone when out in public, and steered clear of anyone he thought would give him problems.
It was miserably lonely.
Izuku still couldn't help himself from watching heroes fighting villains. It was relatively safe, heroes would protect him, and Izuku imagined Stain wouldn't want to reveal himself anyways with so many people around.
So, he still watched on in awe, filling out his notebooks and gleefully looking up new heroes.
It was during one of these instances that Izuku got himself hurt. He didn't think he'd see Stain.
While it was fairly normal for people to spectate fights, it wasn't always necessarily safe. What appeared to be a controlled fight spiraled faster than people could back off.
Izuku had noticed it before others did, but still ended up getting hit with debris. He already felt the cuts and bruises, eyes opening up in time to see the villain making a run for it.
It would've been easy to dodge the man hurtling towards him, but Izuku was moving towards the person still shielding themselves from the building debris. Izuku shoved them out of the way just in time but got slammed into himself.
He was sent sprawling to the floor, pain blossoming in his chest. Getting knocked into was thankfully the extent of it. The villain ran on, the hero hot on his heels.
Someone was quick to help Izuku to his feet, asking if he was okay. Although he assured he was fine, there was an insistence on letting a medic take a look at him.
Izuku slipped away from all the commotion the first chance he got. He wasn't that injured, really! Other people likely needed aid more than him, and he didn't want to stress his mother out. He could walk it off.
Once he was alone, heading home and away from all the crowds on a quiet sidewalk, Izuku let out a breath of relief.
He didn't hear anyone behind him, but in one smooth movement, he was grabbed, felt a tongue at his throat, and his body went limp all before he could react.
Stain easily caught him and lifted him up. He closed Izuku's eyes.
As he walked, Izuku was left with a thundering heart and a pit growing in his stomach. Why was Stain here? That villain wasn't targeting him, he just happened to be in the way. Izuku was going home. What else did he want?
Although Izuku couldn't see, he knew he wasn't being carried home.
Was he being kidnapped?
A couple minutes passed, and Izuku remained still. He peeked upon his eyes a sliver, only seeing walls of an alleyway. It took another good moment before he found the courage to suddenly shove himself out of Stain's arms and scramble away.
Izuku's feet barely touched the ground before Stain grabbed his arm and yanked him back. Trying to pull away was futile, the ironclad grip around his wrist not budging. He didn't want to go down easy. With his free hand, Izuku kept pushing Stain's face away, knowing that if he could get to some blood, it was basically over.
In the end, Izuku was absolutely no match. Stain was so much bigger and stronger. The hand Stain had a hold of was twisted behind Izuku's back in a quick motion. Once again that tongue brushed against the scrape at Izuku's throat, and he went limp.
Stain quickly let go of Izuku's arm, keeping him from face planting onto the ground with one hand steady against his chest.
"If you're going to dodge medical attention from professionals, you're going to be getting it from me," Stain said, lifting Izuku back into his arms and closing the boy's eyes.
He didn't seem angry, at least.
This time, Izuku didn't get the chance to run. Stain licked various cuts to keep Izuku paralyzed. Just as he was able to move his fingertips, Stain's tongue would be on him.
The constant layering of paralysis wasn't let up until they entered a building. Izuku could only listen to the opening and closing of doors, the echoing of Stain's footsteps in a hallway.
Izuku was able to open his eyes before he was able to move the rest of the body, just as Stain entered the small, one bedroom apartment. He closed the door behind with a small kick.
The room wasn't well lived in, clear even at just a glance. There was no furniture besides a table and a single chair. If Stain had a bed, it had to be a futon rolled up somewhere out of sight.
"Are you gonna be good, or do I need to keep you paralyzed?"
Izuku jolted.
"I'll be good," he said in a quiet voice, the weight of paralysis slipping off of him like a heavy blanket.
Stain sat him on the edge of the table before going over to the cabinets at a rather pathetic looking kitchenette.
Was it bad that Izuku felt kind of numb?
There was still a slight thrum of anxiety coursing through Izuku, but he didn't feel like he was particularly fearful. Maybe it was the lack of immediate danger, maybe it was the fact that it'd be hard to top the time Stain murdered two people right in front of him. Difficult to scare him worse than that.
The first aid kit was the only thing that looked new, though Izuku supposed Stain likely wasn't walking into hospitals whenever he got injured.
"Take your shirt off."
Izuku went rigid.
Stain sighed. "You got rammed in the chest. I can't help what I can't see."
Hesitantly, Izuku pulled off his shirt. He forced himself to not cross his arms.
"That looks like it hurts," Stain commented with a slight grimace.
Izuku looked down, not realizing how ugly his chest had already bruised. The left side of his ribs was painted in reds and purples. Pain didn't often register in Izuku's head like it should, even if he was theoretically aware that he was hurting.
His breath hitched as Stain's hands touched his chest, sliding down both sides. It was clear he was feeling over Izuku's ribs, but the touch left Izuku wanting to squirm.
"Doesn't feel like anything's broken. Does it hurt to breathe?"
"No."
Stain looked up to meet Izuku's eyes. "Take a deep breath."
Izuku obeyed, breathing in slowly. There was a twinge of discomfort, but nothing unbearable. He shook his head.
Stain pressed down against Izuku's bruised side, making the boy wince.
"Well, if anything was fractured or broken, you probably would've screamed."
Maybe he looked relieved. Izuku couldn't really read his face.
Stain went on to treat Izuku's more blatant injuries. Beyond a few light scrapes here and there, Izuku's knee and elbow had been scratched to the point of blood.
"Couldn't I just do this at home?" Izuku asked. It felt weird having Stain's hands on him. "I don't need a doctor for this. You've already confirmed nothing is broken."
There was a nagging fear that Stain wouldn't let him go home. What if he decided that the best way to keep Izuku safe was to never let him go? Izuku wouldn't be able to run away.
"You could," Stain said, continuing to dab and clean up Izuku's scraped knee. It didn't seem like he had any intention of stopping.
Izuku squirmed.
"So can I go home and do it myself?"
Stain paused for a moment, considering. "No," he decided, going back to what he was doing. "I don't often have a reason to get close to you."
Izuku's skin pebbled at that, stomach sinking.
"I-I thought you said it wasn't like that?"
"Huh? Not like what?" Stain asked, meeting Izuku's eyes with a frown.
Shrinking in on himself, Izuku looked away as he mumbled, "You said you didn't like me like that."
Stain seemed to realize, rolling his eyes.
"No. You asked me if I loved you. I don't," he said shortly, looking away as he grabbed a bandaid. "There's more range than just like and love, though granted it’s another L word.”
Izuku blinked.
Lust?
His hand came up to rub at his neck, where Stain had licked him earlier.
"Come now, does this really change anything?"
Izuku shrugged, skin pricking from where Stain was touching him. He thought about it for a moment before saying, "It makes you having cameras in my bedroom a lot worse."
At that, Stain snorted. "There's only three in your entire house. One in your room, one in the living room, and one in the hallway."
His thumb smoothed over the bandaid on Izuku's knees before standing up and grabbing Izuku's arm to see his elbow.
"I'm not some desperate pervert or some horny teen. It'd take more than some blurry footage of you to get me off."
"That's not exactly comforting," Izuku said, wincing as Stain started to clean the torn skin.
"Wasn't trying to be."
They fell into silence.
Ever since Stain told Izuku he didn't love him, the thought that there was attraction of any kind hadn't crossed his mind. People didn't typically find Izuku appealing in any capacity.
"You're overthinking this," Stain muttered, snapping Izuku from his thoughts.
He stared up at Stain for a good moment before blurting out, "You think I'm attractive?"
"Kid, that should not be your takeaway."
Stain didn't say no.
"Well, do you?" Izuku pushed for reasons he didn't know.
With a sigh, Stain let go of Izuku's arm. "You don't have a lot of self-preservation, do you?" he asked, forcing Izuku to shrink back as he leaned over him, hands braced against the table on either side of Izuku's thighs.
Izuku swallowed hard as he stared back into Stain's red eyes. He was always keenly aware of how much bigger Stain was, but Izuku never felt this tiny.
"You're partially undressed in a strange man's apartment. No one knows where you are, and I can easily overpower you even without my quirk, which I will remind you makes you completely helpless," he said softly, one hand coming up to hold Izuku by the chin. "And you think the best course of action is to find out exactly how I'm attracted to you?"
Izuku's face felt hot, and he dropped his gaze. "You've said before you don't want to hurt me," he managed to mumble out, his heart pounding.
Stain made a small hm of acknowledgement as his hand let go of Izuku's chin to stroke up his jawline. He leaned in until his breath brushed against Izuku's ear as he slowly said, "Oh I promise it wouldn't hurt."
A shiver shot up Izuku's spine and his cheeks burst with warmth. With a squeak, he hid his face with his hands and his leg came up to push at Stain. He wasn't quite scared and wasn't quite uncomfortable. He didn't know what to call it.
Stain backed off with a chuckle, carrying on casually. "Anyways, we're back at self-preservation. A stalker could have you tied up in his basement and call it love. You don’t know what I’m capable of or what I’m willing to do to you. Though I suppose I can tell you now that harm to you includes unwanted sexual advances, and I don’t intend on being a threat.”
Izuku peeked through his fingers as Stain picked up his shirt and tossed it on his lap.
"Let's get you home before your mother starts to worry."
Since Stain's arrival in Izuku's life, he has had the occasional nightmare involving his stalker.
A few about his classmates getting murdered, a particularly horrible one with his mother. He was very often paralyzed in these dreams, unable to stop Stain from hurting people. Sometimes unable to stop Stain from hurting him. It didn’t matter that Stain clarified what he would and wouldn’t do.
This dream started like all the others, Izuku being paralyzed and falling to the floor. He was in Stain's apartment, and they were alone.
Unlike the others, this time Stain didn't hurt him. He didn't tell Izuku that this was the best way to keep him safe. This time Izuku was undressed, and that impossibly long tongue Stain had licking every bit of exposed skin. Stroking up his neck, over his chest, down lower and lower until—
Until Izuku woke up sweaty and hard, realizing he wasn't scared at all during that dream. There was a pulse in his gut that let him know that not only was that not a nightmare, he wished the dream had finished.
Out of reflex, Izuku started to reach below his waistband to take care of himself. A second later his sleep-lagged brain remembered that there was a camera in his room.
Where was the damn thing? Did it have a sound? How good was the video quality? Would Stain be able to tell what Izuku was doing, even if he kept himself hidden under the covers?
Now more paranoid than horny, Izuku restlessly tried to go back asleep, failing until his hard on finally died down.
The next morning, Izuku tried to lie to himself and say that dream never happened. He carried on as usual… but the dream kept striking back again and again.
While not every night, it was often enough that Izuku was starting to feel unbearably horny. He never reached a climax in those dreams, always ending too soon, and he didn't like getting off in the bathroom. It was the only place he could use where Stain couldn't see him.
His thoughts flashed to every time Stain had his tongue on him, how long it was. It didn't take much imagination to get himself hard. No matter how much he tried to push those thoughts away, reminding himself how gross and wrong it was, he always landed back on them.
Stain could do whatever he wanted to Izuku. Manhandle him and treat him however, use his quirk to make Izuku still.
Izuku let out a groan and covered his face, unable to focus on the homework in front of him. Stain abusing his quirk and taking advantage of him shouldn't have been hot in the slightest. Izuku rationalized that he was just horny and Stain was the only person who liked him like that.
If I asked Stain to fuck me, would he?
The thought of even approaching Stain with these intentions was mortifying. What if he said no? What if he liked Izuku, but didn't want to go that far?
Izuku couldn't even build up the courage to jerk off in his room to try and "entice" Stain into approaching him.
It was with these distracted thoughts that led Izuku to his next run in with Stain, though he genuinely wasn't trying to find trouble.
With the incoming winter, it was getting dark out sooner every day. Even if it wasn't late, Izuku tried to be home before it got too dark out.
The last bits of the sunset were starting to slip away before he noticed. A few errands for his mom while she was gone had run a little too far into the evening.
Just as Izuku was wondering if maybe he should try sitting on the subway until Stain noticed and approached him (never mind what Izuku would say and do after that), someone ran up to Izuku in a fluster.
All he really heard in the rambled and panicked words is that they needed help.
It was as he let himself get pulled behind a building did he realize how stupid he was for following a random person out of view of others, but his soft heart that wanted to make sure no one actually in need let himself continue to get pulled along.
Unsurprisingly, yeah, the girl led him into a trap to get mugged.
The ice quirk user she was with made a short blade jutting off his forearm, holding it to Izuku's throat as he made a demand for Izuku's wallet.
They looked so young, scared and desperate.
The fear Izuku felt in that moment was not for himself.
"I-it's in my backpack," he stammered out, hands up as the girl immediately went to yank it off his back.
As she began to unzip it, Izuku blurted out, "Just take the whole bag."
"Why?"
They were now suspicious, demanding to know what was in there as Izuku pleaded for them to just take it so he could go.
In the back and forth, voices rising to yells, the guy grabbed Izuku and put the blade back at his throat, the tip jabbing into the underside of Izuku's chin.
With barely a centimeter to spare from hitting Izuku, a knife whipped past and embedded itself into the guy's arm.
Fuck.
The guy let out a yelp, letting go of Izuku. Both muggers turned towards Stain. Izuku could only look, body frozen as stalked towards them.
There was nothing objectively frightening about Stain's appearance, but Izuku had never seen him quite like this. Everything screamed predator. Izuku doubted this was even a fight for him.
The girl's hands crackled with electricity, but she slowly backed away, eyes wide. She glanced between Stain and her partner as he pulled out the knife from his shoulder with a grunt before tossing it to the side. He didn't seem much more confident than she did.
Stain's focus was mostly on the guy, drawing out his sword before rushing forward.
Although he managed to block Stain's attack, the older man snatched up the discarded blade and put it to his tongue.
The guy crumpled.
As the girl locked up in terror, Izuku finally managed to move. He didn't know what he was doing, but the next thing he knew, he was in between her and Stain.
The swipe that was intended for her just barely pricked Izuku's cheek.
Stain didn't seem very surprised.
"Move."
Izuku shook his head.
"I'm giving you the choice to get out of the way now. You won't get a second," Stain said, voice low and threatening. "Move."
"No."
Izuku glared back at Stain despite the fact that he was shaking, barely able to keep himself from stammering as he said, "They're barely older than me. The crime doesn't fit the punishment."
He took a firmer stance. "I am not letting you hurt them." Izuku met Stain's steely gaze, refusing to waver.
Stain stared at him before breaking eye contact and muttering a curse. He sheathed his sword and roughly grabbed Izuku, tongue flashing over his cheek in one smooth motion.
It had to be a pin prick amount of blood, but it was enough. Izuku went limp and Stain tossed him over his shoulder.
He grabbed Izuku's backpack off the ground and paused for a moment, as if debating whether or not he was really leaving.
"If you keep your mouth shut and stay out of trouble, you won't see me again."
Izuku could barely register that Stain just gave in, much less the fact that the added weight hardly seemed to affect Stain's agility. He dashed off at a dizzying speed to put in some distance between them and the muggers.
Even after Izuku gained the ability to move again, he didn't fight against Stain as he was carried, deciding he didn't want to test Stain's temper.
He was dropped unceremoniously back onto his feet. Izuku stumbled forward, unable to turn around before his arm pulled behind his back and he was pressed against a wall.
"W-what are you doing?" Izuku asked, squirming but not really trying to free himself.
Behind him, he could hear Stain's heavy sigh, jolting slightly as the man rested his head on Izuku's shoulder.
"Impulse control," was the simple response he was given, Stain's grip flexing around Izuku's wrist.
Izuku shivered, skin pebbling. "Are you that mad?"
"Not really."
Izuku frowned.
Ultimately, he decided to keep his mouth shut.
With another heavy breath, Stain let go of Izuku and took a step back. His face was as impossible to read as ever.
He glanced over Izuku's appearance before handing him his bag.
"I'll check in with you later. Try not to fall for any more obvious scams before you get home."
Izuku couldn't even defend himself on that one. He barely nodded before Stain was leaving.
Home wasn't too far away at least.
Despite what just happened, Izuku's thoughts were straying. If the last few times were anything to go off of, Stain usually double checked to make sure he wasn't hurt. Maybe he saw the whole thing? Or maybe that's what he meant by checking in later.
Izuku wasn't sure.
Even once home and showered, Izuku kept thinking about how he wasn't even sure if Stain would stop attacking those two muggers, if he'd stop a swing to spare Izuku. Part of him doubted Stain only started killing when he started stalking him. He could've easily scared them off like he had done with the bullies, but he went in for the kill. Whatever this was, Izuku was pretty sure it went beyond just protecting him.
Izuku left the bathroom, tired but knowing that Stain scaring the shit out of him likely wasn't going to change the dreams he'd have. If anything, it'd be a restless night for all the wrong reasons.
There was a slight thrill in knowing that he told Stain to stop and was actually listened to.
On his way back to his bedroom, he realized he wasn't alone. His skin pebbled as he noticed a man out the corner of his eye, but somehow managed not to react and went into his bedroom.
It was most definitely Stain, and if it wasn't, Izuku still didn't have much to fear. Stain would appear quickly enough if a stranger broke in.
There was a pounding in Izuku's chest as he left his bedroom door open. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing as he dropped his towel and changed into pajamas. He noticed Stain in the doorway, but pretended he didn't as he slipped on his clothes.
lt wasn't too hard to fake being startled as he finally glanced over at the doorway.
"What are you doing here?"
Still, it felt surreal to have Stain in his house, in his room. His large frame and disheveled appearance felt out of place among the brightly colored All Might merch.
"I said I would check up on you," Stain reminded him. "I didn't see the whole thing, and it was dark. Are you hurt?"
Izuku had a feeling Stain just wanted another excuse to "get close."
He shrugged passively and muttered, "I'm fine."
The response made Stain frown, untrusting. "Show me."
Izuku sat down at the edge of his bed, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest. Despite the defiant front, his thoughts were racing and it took a lot of him not to immediately break when Stain approached him.
"Not asking again. What are you hiding? Show me."
Not trusting his voice to not waver, Izuku simply broke eye contact, arms tightening over his chest in a stubborn silence.
Stain waited a good few seconds before acting, immediately grabbing the back collar of Izuku's shirt to try and yank it off.
With a yelp, Izuku instinctively kicked Stain, not that it made him budge in the slightest. Izuku fought to keep his shirt on, moving further onto the bed in a false show of trying to pull away.
Although he was successful in keeping his shirt, Stain didn't give up quite that easily. In a second he had Izuku rolled over and pinned. His knee pressed into Izuku's lower back, one hand holding Izuku's wrist to the bed while the other lifted his shirt to inspect his back.
The scowl on Stain's face remained even as he confirmed for himself that there wasn't any injury.
Izuku didn't fight it as he was rolled over, squirming as Stain's warm hand touched his chest as he again pulled up his shirt.
"You're not hurt?" Stain seemed confused, red eyes flicking up to meet Izuku's.
At this point, Izuku's cheeks were starting to burn, again unable to keep eye contact. He doubted he came off stubborn this time.
Izuku didn't know what to do now that he had gotten this far. It was embarrassing that this was all it took for an uncomfortable heat to pulse low in him.
In a quick motion, Stain yanked Izuku's shirt the rest of the way off. He tossed it to the side, palm pressing firmly into Izuku's chest to keep him in place as his eyes scanned over the boy again.
It was a moment too late for Izuku to realize where this was heading. He felt Stain's fingers at his hip, just barely catching the man's wrist before his shorts were pulled off. In a split second, his anxiety had kicked back in full force.
What if he rejects me?
"Are you hurt or not?"
Izuku couldn't find his voice. Looking everywhere but at Stain, as he debated on whether or not to let this happen.
With an annoyed huff, Stain's other hand went to grab Izuku's face. He was forced to meet Stain's eyes.
"You're giving me mixed signals here, kid."
Fuck it.
"Well, you're not going to get a bigger one," Izuku said, letting go of Stain's wrist. He rested his hands by his head, unsure whether or not the gesture looked submissive, but hoped the point got across.
For a moment, Stain didn't move. His eyes scanned Izuku's face, determining if he was reading it right. He then leaned in very close, pressing his lips just behind Izuku's ear.
"If you don't tell me to stop, there won't be an inch of your body that I haven't touched."
A small noise caught in Izuku's voice as he shuddered, but managed to whisper out a "please," as the rumble in Stain's voice went straight to his dick.
It only took a matter of seconds for Izuku to get embarrassingly hard as Stain's lips trailed down his neck before licking back up to his jawline.
The hand holding his face trailed down in unison with his mouth, stroking and rubbing into Izuku's skin.
He was quick and didn't linger too long until he came down to Izuku's chest. His long tongue circled around Izuku's nipple before his lips closed around the bud and sucked. Stain rolled the other between his fingers.
Izuku never considered his chest as sensitive before but was left biting back whimpers as Stain licked and sucked.
With every audible pop of Stain's lips releasing his nipple, his fingers pinched hard at the other bud. He kept at it until Izuku finally whimpered out his name and nudged Stain's left with his foot.
He pressed a few kisses against Izuku's chest before trailing his lips down further. The boy's skin jumped at the kisses pressed into his stomach and Izuku let out a breathy noise as the man's tongue swiped over his belly.
The hands trailing down his body rested at the waistband of his shorts for all of a moment before being yanked down.
Izuku had decided not to wear underwear, face burning as Stain got a full view of just how worked up he had gotten.
"I'm curious," Stain said, voice low as he traced a finger down Izuku's twitching dick, "when did things change? I'm fairly certain you didn't want me touching you the last time I saw you." He glanced up at Izuku's face.
Izuku hid behind his hands. "U-um… after that time, my dreams about you stopped being nightmares," he admitted, voice barely above a mumble and yet still sounded so loud in his quiet bedroom.
Stain sighed. "I was trying to scare you."
Izuku jolted when he felt Stain's tongue roll over the head of his dick.
"Though I suppose I won't complain."
Stain continued to lap at the head of Izuku's dick for a moment, cleaning it of all the budding pre-cum. Then his lips closed around the tip and he sank all the way down.
The sudden wet heat around him made Izuku moan, grateful his hand was already on his face as he desperately muffled the sound. His back arched off the bed, body unsure whether to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation or buck into it.
Stain slipped one of Izuku's legs over his shoulder and pressed his hand into the other thigh to keep the boy's legs spread firmly apart.
The way his tongue curled around his dick had Izuku gripping the pillow with his free hand, desperately needing something to hold onto. It was too tight and hot.
After weeks of pent-up sexual frustration, Izuku was downright mortified when all it took was a few more bobs of Stain's head to make him come. It took a few seconds for the embarrassment to hit, biting his own hand to try and keep quiet as his body writhed against Stain's hold.
Izuku expected Stain to pull off, but he kept the head of Izuku's dick in his mouth, tongue swirling around it earnestly until the boy whined and reached down to push his head away.
"T-too much!"
Stain listened, lips popping off as he glanced up at Izuku's burning red face.
"Sorry," his head tilted to press a kiss onto Izuku's inner thigh, "I've been wanting to taste you for a while."
Izuku broke eye contact immediately, feeling the blush rise his ears. He would say that it was gross if not for the fact that it didn't surprise him at all coming from a man who licked blood to use his quirk.
Kisses continued to press kisses into his thighs. Soft at first, but then sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin until Izuku was squirming.
"You're a-ah—you're going to leave a mark," Izuku whimpered. He didn't try to stop Stain though.
"Unless you're doing things at school that I'm not aware of, no one will seem them," Stain said simply. Sucking one last mark on the crease between Izuku's crotch and thigh before he readjusted Izuku's legs.
He pushed both Izuku's thighs back, exposing him so completely. Izuku wasn't given a moment to question Stain before his lips went further down. A few kisses against his perineum before out slipped that devilish tongue.
One long stroke of Stain's tongue against his ass left Izuku quickly muffling himself, body jolting under Stain's hold.
Again, Stain teased the sensitive skin, alternating slow strokes of his tongue and too soft kisses. Izuku could feel the drool starting to slide down his cheeks but couldn't find it to be disgusted when all he could focus on was the way Stain pressed his tongue against his entrance. It never quite slid in.
Izuku wasn't sure how much time had passed with Stain teasing him, but his body was quick to bounce back from the earlier orgasm, dick slowly stiffening as he was toyed with.
Despite wanting it desperately, there wasn't a thing in the world that could make Izuku voice how badly he wanted Stain's tongue in his ass.
Silent prayers were answered as Stain finally slid his tongue in. Shallow at first, no deeper than what a normal human could do. A few licks and suddenly it was sliding in deep.
If he weren't so desperately trying to be quiet, Izuku might've screamed. It didn't hurt, but his whole convulsed around the intrusion all the same. The wet, wriggling warmth was so unnatural, it lit up Izuku's nerves and made his body feel so hot.
The older man's tongue thrusted in and out a few times before curling and brushing against Izuku's sweet spot.
Izuku sobbed into his hand, legs trembling in Stain's grip as he fucked Izuku with his tongue. The sound of every wet squelch was followed by muffled moans, eyes nearly rolling back as Stain worked him without pause.
Stain let out a few small noises of his own, all but burying his face between Izuku's legs as he ate him out in vigor.
His hand only left Izuku's thigh, touching Izuku blindly for a moment before grasping his dick.
At that point, Izuku knew his already short fuse was cut, whining pathetically as Stain began to stroke Izuku in rhythm to the tongue fucking.
A few more strokes and Izuku got slammed into the hardest orgasm of his life. His toes curled and small amounts of his release dripped onto his stomach.
This time, Stain didn't keep going, sliding his tongue out and letting Izuku go lax against the bed, the boy's breathing harsh as he trembled through the aftershocks.
Stain didn't waste much more time before his tongue lapped over the speckling of cum on Izuku's stomach, gripping his hips to keep him still. Izuku was only able to let out a breathy noise as he was licked clean.
The older man sat up after a moment, hands stroking over Izuku's still trembling thighs. "Are you done?" He asked, waiting until Izuku looked at him before reaching for his belt.
Despite honestly being tired, a small jolt of energy shot through Izuku. He shook his head no and shyly spread his legs a bit further.
While most of his nighttime fantasies had been rather focused on the man's tongue, Izuku's thoughts had often strayed to what would happen if Stain went all the way. He had promised it wouldn't hurt.
Stain looked nearly relieved, quick to undo his pants and tug them down. His cock was bigger than Izuku expected, swollen red and head a messy smear of pre-cum.
Izuku's spent cock twitched at the thought of it going inside him. After the tongue fucking he just got, it should go in no problem, right?
Stain started to grab Izuku's thighs again before pausing. "You don't have lube of any kind, do you?"
Izuku blinked in surprise and shook his head, but it looked like Stain already knew that. His eyes scanned around before reaching over Izuku to his desk. He grabbed lotion Izuku had left there before settling down between Izuku's legs.
He unceremoniously squirted some of it onto Izuku's entrance before sliding to fingers in, roughly rubbing it into Izuku before wiping the excess onto his own dick.
Pushing Izuku's thighs back, he lined himself up and slid right in, hand quickly going to cover Izuku's mouth.
"You are so loud," Stain grunted, voice breathy as he bottomed out.
Izuku, meanwhile, was digging his heels into the bed as Stain filled him so swiftly. His dick was less forgiving than his tongue, firm and thick as it twitched inside Izuku. His whole body pulsed with heat, stretched so pleasantly.
Slowly, Stain pulled out and thrusted back in, grunting softly as he built up a rhythm. Each thrust brought more moans to Izuku's mouth, so pleading against Stain's hand.
"Shit!" Stain groaned, lowering himself closer to Izuku's ear. "You keep moaning like you're getting paid, and your neighbors are going to hear."
The thought of anyone knowing that he was getting fucked by a dangerous older man was mortifying, but it was hard to think about that when said dangerous older man was fucking him so intently.
For a brief moment, Stain moved his hand away from Izuku's mouth, sliding it through his curls before he dipped down to kiss Izuku.
Despite all the intimate attention, Izuku honestly hadn't expected Stain kiss him.
His lips were warm and dry, pressing deeper until Izuku's mouth opened a little. That long and thick tongue quickly slipped in. Izuku tried to jolt away, but Stain held his head steady as he shifted his position to more closely press against Izuku.
It took a moment to realizing Stain was essentially hands-free gagging him as he started to move his hips again, eagerly building back up the pace.
With his hands otherwise useless, Izuku found himself clinging to Stain's shoulders as he was stuffed on both ends, moaning around the tongue in his mouth with thrust.
Izuku's bed creaked softly underneath them, nearly drowned out by the slapping of skin, ragged breathing and muffled moans.
Izuku soon found his legs around Stain as well, every press of his heels against the man's back prompting his to fuck Izuku a little harder until the boy was nearly dizzy from the pounding, nails scraping against Stain's shoulder as an orgasm built inside him.
With his mouth muffled, he had no way of warning Stain, helpless to do anything but moan and squirm as Stain's ruthlessly steady pace drove him over the edge.
He squeezed Stain tight as the heat burst, tears spilling over as he was fucked through his orgasm without pause.
Stain finally broke the kiss, allowing Izuku to gasp for air, panting so breathily as Stain kept going.
"Just a bit more, Izuku," Stain groaned. "That's it, good boy, deep breaths."
The stimulation got overwhelming at Stain's rough thrusts before he abruptly pulled out quickly pumped his release all over Izuku's chest and stomach with muttered curse.
Stain stayed still for a moment, breathing harshly in Izuku's ear, hand gripped tight around his cock.
Thoroughly wiped out, Izuku went all but limp, eyes clothing as he caught his breath and enjoyed the warm weight on top of him.
Dragging in a deep breath, Stain pushed himself up a bit and frowned, thumb brushing just under Izuku's eyes. "It didn't hurt, did it?"
Izuku felt his cheeks heat up, "N-no! Just a little intense at the end."
He rubbed away the tear before sitting all the way up. "Well, I don't think you'll be walking either way. I'll be back."
Izuku relaxed back into his bed, sleepy as he listened to Stain walk away.
A short moment later he returned with a wet washcloth that Izuku wasn't paying attention to until he felt it swipe across his stomach, the cold jolting him a little more awake.
"I can clean myself up!" He protested, reaching for the rag but was ultimately ignored as Stain made quick work of wiping off the mess from Izuku.
He tossed the rag over to Izuku's dirty clothes before standing up. Izuku watched as he readjusted his clothing, noticing small pink lines on his shoulders from his nails.
"Wait," Izuku said, blinking in surprise and sitting up. "You're leaving?"
Stain glanced over at him, head tilting slightly. "I'm not your boyfriend, kid."
Izuku's gaze quickly dropped, cheeks reddening from embarrassment. Words caught in his throat as he realized that yeah, Stain made it clear he didn't like Izuku like that. Not that Izuku liked him like that but just… he didn't think he'd spend the night after his first time alone.
For a moment, Stain didn't move. Then he sighed heavily. "Do you really need me to stay that badly?"
Izuku looked up, wanting to say no, he was fine, but instead felt his lip wobble as he met Stain's eyes. The words wouldn't come out.
Shoulders drooping slightly in defeat, Stain sighed again, eyes pinching shut for a moment.
"Fine."
Although he walked towards Izuku's door, he was taking off his scarf as he reached for the light switch.
The room went dark, and Izuku was left to listen as Stain moved back towards the bed. He could hear the rustling of clothes as Stain presumably undressed himself a bit before crawling into the bed.
There wasn't much room on a single bed, leaving Izuku practically half on top of Stain as the settled down.
Despite how messy everything was, it was so nice to be held in someone's arms. Stain's warmth was easy to melt into as the covers got yanked loosely over them.
"I'll be leaving early in the morning," Stain warned.
Izuku made a small hum in acknowledgement. He could feel Stain relax slowly, steady breathing lulling Izuku to sleep.
True to his word, the sun wasn't even out before he pulled himself away from Izuku, silent as he got dressed and left the bedroom with whispered goodbye and a promise of next time.