You're Perfect!

by StrayCatRunning

Summary:

Izuku never made it in any way, but at least he had a job he didn't hate, and a hoby no one could EVER know about to keep him entertained on his down time!

Or:

Running right on time for his next shift, Shouta realizes someone is following him.

Well, he can't be having with that!

Or:

A chance meeting, or is it fate? Destiny? Kismet? Or just two idiots meeting for the first time in a slightly unconventional way?

Chapter 1

Izuku loved to people watch.

 

It was something no one could take from him, because in a public place, doing public things, he was allowed to look around, to use his eyes.

 

No one knew him, no one cared.

 

So what if he tended to follow interesting ones for a bit, or…. sometimes.... home.

 

No worries, he never talked to them, didn't take pictures, didn't check out their trash or any other of the weird things actual weirdos did.

 

He just took notes.

 

So, not a weirdo then!

 

No matter what people in his past said.

 

Pouring himself a third cup of tea in one of his favorite cafes, glad to be sitting outside in the late evening air, sadly looking at his empty plate, wondering if the budget would support another croissant, he was mid-sip when his eyes were caught and held by a figure walking towards him.

 

It was late enough in the evening to be called night, yet early enough at night for light to still stain the skies.

 

Dark velvet light to match the masc moving past with a dancer's grace.

 

Every muscle under control, the person was -

 

Stunning!

 

Izuku was moving before the stranger was even eight paces along from first spotting him, and without shame or regret Izuku shoved to the head of the line, threw money on the counter, said “Keep the change!” like some kind of low budget thriller or something and was out the door.

 

A frantic look and thank every god every dreamed up, the man was still in sight.

 

And now came the fun part, following.

 

Not just following, but following and taking note of every tell possible to spot, to later speculate about quirks, jobs, interests, to later draw them, to later again add them to the map of the city he’d drawn on his wall, one A-four sheet of paper at a time.

 

It covered his wall now.

 

A shameful note of how barren his life was, yet also how rich.

 

He worked nights, cleaning, not even cleaning a hero agency like he’d once hoped when all other dreams failed him, his school records were just too bad to pass a background check. 

 

No, Izuku cleaned office buildings for a firm that contracted their workers out by the night.

 

The pay was shit, and for most people the hours were shit too, but unlike most, Izuku only slept four hours a day, and even that was split between two naps.

 

Not a quirk, or not enough to call a quirk, just, a silent laugh as he watched the target evade a family group, shifting so cleanly they hardly even noticed them getting out of the way, because a quirk of personality was where the damned word came from in the first place, so Izuku had a quirk, had loads of them even, just not an official save his life and dreams quirk.

 

The route was shifting now to less crowded streets, and it was a joy to watch the figure speed up, to check his watch and swear and speed up again, and Izuku easily kept up. It should be easy, his work was hard, physical, and in his down time he hiked, ran, climbed at the freestyle park, he even swam and cleaned municipal spaces sometimes.

 

So he was breathing just fine as full darkness came down at last and the area shifted again to tiny twisted streets and even smaller shops and he’d not been here in ages!

 

Resolving to stop at the sweet shop they'd just passed when he gave up the chase, because he had shift starting in less than two hours, and he had to get to the building to clean, and damn the man’s ass was a work of fucking art!

 

The angle of light cast across their backside view by an all night ramen shop was breathtaking, and Izuku gave it five more minutes, just five more, before turning round to get to work mostly on time.

 

And then, the target turned past yet one more corner and Izuku went a tiny bit faster to catch up for one more look at the poetry in motion they were and got round the corner and - 

 

Nothing.

 

The person was gone.

 

“Oh.”

 

It was a tiny sound of disappointment, and he felt his shoulders drop in woe and he never even heard movement before he was SLAMMED into the wall, one arm twisted up behind him, strange feet bracing his own to keep him pinned, an arm across the back of his neck, his head twisted at the last moment and cheek scraped by harsh bricks as he was suddenly utterly helpless.

 

The voice though, oh heavenly hosts, it was like an angel and a devil had a child who grew up to be pinning Izuku helpless against a wall and breathing in his ear.

 

“Why the fuck are you following me?”

 

“Daaaamn, okay, your voice fits you perfectly, has anyone ever told you that?”

 

A shiver ran down his spine like an ice cold thrill when the man honest to gods growled at him and Izuku…. moaned.

 

And then, “Oh my gods, I am so sorry, I’m not some kind of freak I swear I’m not I just follow people shit, no, that sounds worse than it is but it’s like a hobby oh my gods that's worse, look, you look great, and move like - "

 

"Like - "

 

“Like?”

 

“No one I’ve ever seen, other than like, heroes, but only the good kinds, ones that work for years on their bodies and training and you move like that and I was just enjoying it aaaand now we are back to creepsville.”

 

The pressure on him was gone but Izuku kept leaning against the wall, babbling now in a futile effort to make it not sound like he was some kind of perverted villain or something.

 

Realising abruptly that was an impossible task, he managed a strangled “Sorry!” and stuffed a fist into his mouth and bit down hard to shut himself up.

*

Someone was following him.

 

On his way to work, bag of pastries tucked into his pocket for later, it took him blocks to spot the tail.

 

They were good.

 

Very good, but so was he.

 

A reflective name plate on a wall gave him a quick look, and a window a better one.

 

Objectively speaking, they were very attractive.

 

Green tumbled curls, a round full face atop a body that moved with a collected grace he’d long admired in some of his coworkers.

 

It took time, effort and dedication to move like that.

 

But

 

This was no hero Shouta’d ever seen.

 

It didn't mean it wasn't a hero! Full face masks and anonymity kept many of them safe on their down time.

 

But

 

Yeah, no, ducking around a corner he went high, froze, and watched them speed in, screech to a halt, look frantically around….

 

And then look - disappointed?

 

Slamming into them he used a classic pin, a fisted hand in green hair shifting the face enough to hit side on to bricks rather than smashing the nose.

 

The cute snub nose.

 

Shame to break anything that sweet.

 

And then, like the most embarrassingly cringeworthy word vomit ever spewed, they began to talk Shouta’s ear off.

 

To the point where he backed off, let go, stood with his arms crossed to see how long it’d take the fool to notice, and even then Shouta had to break in, saying, "Do NOT bite yourself!”

 

Because, reaching to tug the fist free of bright white teeth, he made a chiding sound before saying firmly. “There are better ways to stop talking, hurting yourself is not allowed!”

 

Resolutely refusing to acknowledge the breathy little sound at his damn near order, instead he barked, "Name!”

 

And then the utter brat gave a grin despite the crimson cheeks they were sporting, "Not unless I get to see your license, hero, or even your hero license!”

 

The sudden urge to take them across his knee was a surprise, yet something must have showed because green eyes lowered for a moment, the head turned ever so slightly, and that lower lip wobble did something to Shouta's guts and then a tiny contrite voice, “I’m sorry, I shouldn't waste your time like this, and I have work to get to....”

 

Still looking like he might cry they then added, “I’m Midoriya Izuku, here,” an identification card was slid out of a breast pocket, “it’s my work ID.”

 

“Cleaner?”

 

Utter incredulity dripped from that single word, because this absolute package moved like an underground pro, shadowed Shouta like a seasoned villain, had eyes that gleamed with intelligence, and they were a - “Cleaner, yeah, it’s all I could get.”

 

“But its not bad,” and somehow Shouta still had hold of the badly bitten hand, so he pulled out a first aid kit and began to clean it as he once again got a word tsunami about how being a cleaner wasn't a bad profession to have, or be in, and it left so much time for self study and hobbies and ….

 

“Oh.” looking at his neatly bandaged hand, big green eyes properly welled up with tears, and a choked hitch as he said, “Thank you, you didn't have to do that.”

 

“Of course I did, after care is important.”

 

Shouta’d kept his tone dead level, and his face as near blank as possible, but the sudden flaming face and dropped jaw had his facade cracking, a tiny grin and he was suddenly laughing at the adorably flustered not-a-villain-at-all Midoriya Izuku.

 

Taking a moment to study the eye candy he was faced with, Shouta finally said, “I have shift, you have work?”

 

“Yeah, gotta” a hand waved vaguely, “gotta go clean…..”

 

“Right.” Not letting himself overthink it the way he usually did, Shouta simply tugged the phone free from the clear pocket bulge, saying “Unlock it.” in a tone that brooked no defiance.

 

Then he put his phone number in, hit send, his phone received it, and Shouta smiled at the successful number exchange, “I get off in seven hours, and I’m off all day tomorrow.”

 

The invitation was clear, and his absolute person-of-interest grinned in excitment and said, “I’m free from six hundred onwards.”

 

“Good, we’ll meet at the cafe where you picked me up, lets aim for eight, we’ll talk then.”

 

“Now….” Shouta leaned in, examining the scrapes on that ever so biteable cheek before soothing a finger full of cream across them, “You go clean something, I’ll go save people, and we’ll figure out everything else in the morning.”

 

And then, unlike his usual reserved and somewhat shy self, Shouta leaned in and gave a soft kiss to equally soft lips, and parted his own to swallow the breathy little sound Izuku made before spinning the bewitching figure around, a gentle push to get him moving and a firm spank to speed him on his way.

 

A laughing yelp and they were gone, bolting off with a yell of "I'm so LATE!”

****

Settling into his office at one of Nezu’s many agencies, Shouta got to work with a solid background check, cause he was attracted, not stupid!

And when his shift was over, and the sun was a freshly greeted visitor of the new day, he sat down at a dew-covered table and smiled into hopeful green eyes with a sharp hunger of his own, because from what Shouta could tell, this dream of a person was better even than he looked, and he looked great!

____________________________

 

Later that morning, both of them flopped panting onto their backs on the thin futon in Izuku’s apartment, sharing a look of exhausted awe, they both said at the same time, in the exact same tone, "You're perfect!”

 

 

 

Chapter 2

Notes:

They win again, so more content happened! Seriously, I just can't make this lot shut UP!!! lol

I will put ~ and ~ where spanks/sex begin and end, although in this chapter skipping past it all will cut the word count by about two thirds. 0.0

Oh, and a quick sorry for not posting as many stories as usual, I am working on a construction project not my own, so while the pay is welcome it really eats into writing time! :(

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Curled up at the low table he usually worked on, eyes gritty and trying to stick together, he focused intently on deciphering the text swimming before his eyes, a nagging mechanical waaa waaa waaa waaa grinding into his head via his ears and then….

 

The door opened.

 

Looking over in blank confusion as his phone alarm continued to ring, Izuku frowned at the figure coming in, and then like a light switching on he breathed a joyous “Shouta!”

 

And if that was all then he’d have been just fine, but someone else came in behind his love and then someone else too and Izuku was up and backing with a gasped out, “Present Mic?” Hitting the wall behind him he whimpered, "And you brought your DAD?”

 

Which is when the secrecy of that particular fact hit like a brick to the brain and Izuku was struggling to breathe while saying, “I’ll never tell, I’m so sorry I know it’s a secret it’s safe with me I don't know anyone to even tell and I could be wrong and oh my gods Shouta you didn't tell me they were coming I haven't cleaned the drains or the pipes and SHIT the lightbulbs are still dirty it’s been eight days since I took them down and Shouta,” his desperate voice was muffled now against the shoulder he loved so much, “The bedsprings are dusty and - ”

 

It was right about then that teeth clamped down on his ear hard enough to almost pierce them and Izuku froze, panicked heart fluttering.

 

The teeth let up ever so slightly and said, “Think really hard, and I’ll give you a hint, it's thursday.”

 

A panicked mental scramble and Izuku whispered, “The visit?”

 

“Good, and what have I said about cleaning things like pipes and bedsprings?”

 

“That clean is good, but obsessive cleaning needs to be redirected?”

 

“Good boy, and what did I say I’d do if I caught you at it again?”

 

An almost ultrasonic whine and Shouta bit down harder, until the words, “Spank me, said you’d spank me and not in a good way Shouta I’m sorry really!”

 

“Gonna be sorrier when I finish with you.  Now, do you think you’re up to meeting them or should I ask them to go away?”

 

Knowing Shouta would tell his best friend and his best friend's dad to just….. Go away…. gave Izuku enough space in his head to breathe for a moment, and finally say, “Meet them.”

 

“What do we say?”

 

Laughing weakly as he slumped against Shouta’s chest, “Meet them please Shouta.”

 

The growled Good boy literally in his ear had Izuku’s knees going wobbly but fortunately he was holding onto his support system already so didn't fall down.

 

Figuring out that he’d been watched through his panic, and knowing hero Nezu’s hearing was at least as good as, if not better than, a cats, Izuku contemplated just yeeting himself out the window but the Look he got from all of them was enough to have him falling into a bow, saying “I am so sorry, please forgi - ”

 

“No, little one,” broke in fucking Nezu who was in his apartment like some kind of insane dream, “it is only to be expected that a shock will create some confusion and panic, nothing to forgive.”

 

And to complete his demise -

 

“Yeah Listener, Shou’s told us all about you,” (wait, what?) “so no worries, I kinda panic sometimes too!”

 

“Yeah right.” The words of disbelief just fell out of Izuku because this was a hero, heroes did not panic, and Shouta gave a very unconvincing attempt to not scoff laugh, and said with an eye roll, “He really does.”

 

And then in desperation to get some of the eyes off of him, Izuku barked “Tea!” and scrambled to fix some, only remembering after the kettle was on that he’d run out of anything good two weeks before and all he had left was bargain basement tea to serve to people KNOWN for being conisures and that window was looking better and better all the ti - “Try it and find out.”

 

Tone raising the hairs along his neck, regardless of the threat to his well being Izuku spun and gasped, “I don't have any good - ”  “Tea.” and the light of his life and the rock he was gonna build his fucking castle on held out a bag of “Yep, it’s the good stuff.  You don’t hang around with those two without an emergency stash and if you even think about your mugs I’ll - ”

 

Pressing both hands across Shouta’s mouth because he had enough to deal with right now thank you very much and did NOT need a crotch tent added onto the pile!

 

Tea, in chipped and rude mugs, coming right up.

****

Taking advantage of his Shouta’s newest interest being occupied, Nezu took a good look at what he’d been so intently working on, clearly from smell alone for many many hours!

 

Making a mental note to inform Shouta that this was a habit to be nipped in the bud now, rather than later, he was pleasantly surprised to find - “Quirk science?” Hizashi asked as he nudged a few papers aside to better see the text book.

 

“Indeed, and so very advanced, look, no,” snapping a few pictures instead to show Chiyo later, he nudged Hizashi over to a clear spot on the floor, seeing as the small space was both almost devoid of furniture, other than the single low table, and completely free from all signs of dirt of any kind.

 

Something else he knew his ever so careful with his people Shouta would be dealing with soon as well.

 

And if this went the way Nezu expected, he too would deal with it, as would Rou and their entire pack.

 

It took a village after all.

 

Utterly ignoring the absolutely rude as fuck slogan on the mug, instead Nezu inhaled the steam from the exquisite blend Shouta carried around with him at all times, and said, rather than asked, “Quirk science.”

 

He wished it’d been that easy to get into Shouta’s heart, or even Hizashi’s in the long distant past, setting aside the wish he’d found this bright light back then as well, and instead proceeded to dig deep into the mind of this newest addition to his hoard, because Shouta might have found and claimed them, but Nezu was pack leader for a reason.

 

Hizashi, with faultless flocking instincts aided and abetted him fearlessly, as, watched lazily by Shouta, they both charmed and won a new (eventually anyway) employee, and more special still, a fitting mate for their Shouta!

 

******

 

Going from study zone to COMPANY gave him a bit of whiplash but in the end Izuku’d enjoyed it fully.

 

If in amongst the discussion came careful questions of his life and job and prospects, most of them he answered, sliding past a few with the ease of long practice.

 

Not long practice of socializing because he for certain sure had none of that, but long practice in people feeling they had a right to his every thought once they learned he was quirkless. For some reason anyone finding out simply dove into invasive questions in an instant, so he’d learned long ago to dodge them.

 

If one acted like one had social graces, most people never noticed when you didn't.

 

These two noticed, but strangely it didn't feel bad when they did, and Izuku made a note to do a bit of research on the subject to help him understand the difference, and overall it was fun.

 

Of course with what Shouta’d indicated was gonna happen once they left filling Izuku’s head, it wasn't quite as easy to remain wary the way he usually was with strangers, likely part of the reason Shouta’d said it in the first place, but with a touch here and there of a large warm hand, and deft conversation skills on the part of at least two in the room, time flowed pleasantly.

 

*

 

Watching two heroes leave with smiling waves, Izuku took a moment to breathe and asked, “Was that a job interview or a friendly visit or a shovel talk?”

 

Shouta, unhelpful bastard that he was, simply said, “Yes.”

 

****

From the first moment in the alley when he’d first pinned Izuku to the wall Shouta’d been smitten, and their first sexual moments cemented it, their physical compatibility was flawless.

 

So they’d been talking - never Shouta’s strong suit but very important in situations like these - and setting boundaries and rules and taking time making sure they were both on the same page, because Shouta had…..

 

Issues with control, taking and keeping it mostly.  And Izuku had issues with, well, just about everything really!

 

But in a relationship sort of thing Izuku tended to give control, yet to not fully want to give it, as if part of him felt like buying a partner off with gifting too much of himself was how to do it, or as if, sometimes, he wanted control taken from him but only if the one taking it earned it, which is why he’d not actually been in a relationship lasting more than a few weeks, his own nature frightened him and it was all just too confusing to even go there anymore.

 

So Shouta’d been taking it slow, because Izuku was worth it.

 

Other than a quiet visit to the office of the cleaning company that is, first to riffle through the records, just to prove to himself how the man was exploiting his Izuku.  Ten hour days, seven days a week, no sick pay, no holidays, no time off at all, and below even the bare minimum wage.

 

Yet Izuku stayed, worked like a demon with a hatred of dirt of all kinds, and was grateful he only needed two naps per day so he had ten hours to himself most days.  Said it was the best of all worlds, a quirkless person employed, solidly useful and getting paid while still having hours and hours free for himself.

 

To Shouta’s point of view though, a simple biological oddity giving his love free time was just not good enough, and a simple search turned up that the employer was making bank on Izuku, sending him to clients needing utter trust in a cleaner, with the highest standards, and constantly belittled Izuku to his face yet charged three times the going rate - basically pimping him out as an incorruptible and totally trustworthy and obsessive cleaner!

A second visit to the man himself with a few choice creators of pain and Shouta had every damned yen due to his little treasure, a large bonus to say sorry for treating Izuku like shit for years, and let the guy know his most valuable asset was about to leave the company for good and if he did anything other than wish the kid good luck and thank you for all the hard work….

 

Well, suffice to say, the fucker believed it when Shouta said his ending would take hours, and need a full cleaning crew to mop him up, or rather, mop his remains up because industrial blenders did a job indeed on humans tipped a bit at a time into them and the resulting slurry poured across the floor.

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Sexuality was strange, yet compelling, and having grown up with Nezu both as a parental and role model, even at the tender age of seventeen Shouta knew that research in all things was key.

 

So he did a bit of online, a bit of book, a bit of talking to his parental’s, and a bit of careful investigation with his age and friend groups.

 

Nothing hands on, because he was a bit afraid of messing up his friend group with his fumbling so he headed down to the sex district and just….

 

Watched.

 

Which is how he found Yes Please.

 

A company with a very good reputation, both for happy customers and happy workers.  

 

The sex trade was a thriving industry, just like any other service industry, and every House had to be up to code, but code was one thing, happiness was another, Yes Please though seemed as good a place as any other to start investigating what he liked.

 

Clean, dressed in comfortable clothes, hair brushed and tied back out of his face, Shouta sat down with the onsite councilor, because his age required it.

 

Legal for sex yes, but only just, so ruthlessly gripping his practicality like a comfort item to offset how embarrassing it all was, Shouta answered every question honestly, rated his interests on each questionnaire, stated his firm intention to learn, and was eventually handed over to one of the more experienced fems because he’d said both, or either, were fine with him and a fem would be easier for a first run.

 

As first times went, it went alright, yet Shouta….

 

Wanted more.

 

So he methodically worked his way through the staff, one by one, fem, masc, intersex, mutation and then with more understanding behind him he began working through kinks, finding where he was strong, where the ick factor was, what was good, bad, indifferent, awesome, and then, two years into his experimenting - blessing Nezu’s purchasing the business on the sly so the extended studying didn't bankrupt him - Satine who ran the entire business, met him at the door, saying “Come with me please.”

 

Not a request.

 

Wondering what he’d done to piss the head of the place off, he followed.

 

Turned out it wasn’t him that’d fucked up, but one of the younger girls.

 

Yes Please had a policy, in house discipline or banishment, and nothing in between.

 

“Shouta pet, you haven’t tried doming or discipline yet, but I think you might be old enough now to try, and Tina’s fucked up badly enough to deserve a few stripes, how do you feel about being the one to give them to her?”

 

Watching the girl in question shivering as she faced the corner, Shouta mentally ran through the feelings checklist he was well versed in using, and then having heard what she’d done, simply nodded.

 

“Good, have a look at the implements and show me which one you think she deserves.”

 

A choked sob was ignored as they looked into the usually locked cabinet, and Shouta thought about what she’d done, how she needed to NEVER do it or anything like it again, how the customer’d been dealt with through law enforcement, and ran his fingers across several of the assorted implements until he tugged one free.

 

“Hmmmmm,” Satine said with consideration, "why that one and how much?”

 

Giving it a few swishes through the air he said, “It’ll sting like a bitch, leave a lasting impression, not just for a few days as the stripes heal but the memory alone will last, she has well earned something like this,” - swishing the carbon fiber imitation switch a few times through the air with a thin high swish a few more sobs could be heard from the condemned still in the corner - “and I think one for each year old she is.”

 

“She’s young, and that means stupid, this will help educate her, will do no lasting physical harm, and hopefully both pay for the crime and make a repeat offence unlikely.”

 

Hard eyes studied Shouta for a moment and then she said, “I agree, proceed at your own pace.”

*

Looking at the shivering girl, still in the school uniform she'd been caught wearing in clear contravention of all the rules, Shouta called her over to the couch.

 

Taking her elbow he led her around it, turning her to face him and saying, “In a moment you’ll bend over, place your hands palms up on the cushion, and I’ll give you one with the switch for each year old you are. You're twenty, right?”

 

A tear flooded face nodded jerkily and he murmured, “Good girl. You messed up, and will be punished for it, and then it will be over, done and paid for. Do you understand me?”

 

She swallowed and managed to say, “Yes, yes I do.”

 

Assisting her into place Shouta said, “Good, over you go.”

~

She was wearing a short public school skirt, no shorts that should have been under it had she been an actual student, and a thong, none of which affording any protection at all, and Shouta placed a hand across her lower back, saying, “You do not need to count, I want you to concentrate instead on what you did to earn this.”

 

So saying he took up the thin artificial tree branch and laid the first hissing thwhack across the fullest part of a very pretty ass.

 

By the third one she was sobbing unreservedly, and by the eighth one Shouta -

 

It was like the world ended, and only the girl being punished existed at all.

 

Her cries, flinches, when she began to beg, to plead for it to be over, began to swear to never do it again, how sorry she was to have done it at all, every word interspersed with sobbing cries….

 

It filled him not just with power but with….

 

Care.

 

Like being plugged into a new program, like he knew exactly what to do, his own voice saying “Final five.” and the extra snap as the girl wailed, high and despairing as she thoroughly learned her lesson.

 

And Shouta unforgettably taught her that lesson, because mimicking schoolgirls for older male clients was forbidden, and it was forbidden for a reason!

 

Once her ass was striped with twenty careful crimson lines of fire, he let her cry for a good long while, then helped her up, not just holding her until the dizziness of her head down position passed but scooped her up and held her, telling her all the ways she was going to be better from now on, how she’d earned her second chance by being brave enough to accept her punishment, going on and on until she sighed and fell asleep in his arms.

~

His heart melted a bit at that, and he carried her to her rooms, carefully tucking her in and then returning to Sateni who showed him how to clean the tool he’d used, and then broke his performance down, grading him ruthlessly yet fairly, and offered him a part time job to help offset his time with the staff.  “Because you did a good job, it felt natural, and we have clients that, well, require correction, as it were. Would you be interested?”

 

Which is how Aizawa Shouta became, for a few years anyway, the head disciplinarian at Yes Please, and learned how to give pain in many constructive ways, how to scour hearts and minds and consciousness clean with the fire of discipline, how to comfort, guide, teach.

 

Pain for pain's sake he swiftly learned held no attraction for him, pain as a teaching tool though filled him with a purring contentment unlike any other.

 

He learned exactly what he liked, and needed in a lasting sexual relationship by the time he was done with Yes Please, it was only a shame he never thought he’d get it, because he felt best when in control, but with an intellectual equal which was hard enough just to find for a fling, but it was almost impossible to find anyone even remotely interesting, let alone with behavioral issues needing firm loving guidance to grow past.

 

And then, like a dream, he found Izuku.

 

Now, watching his love pacing beside him, heading to his place, excitement thrummmed through him, because he knew exactly what he wanted to do next, they’d covered all the bases, and while it might break the new and fragile bond of trust between them….

 

He was willing to risk that because Shouta was almost certain it would be the first proper step into a brand new future for them both.

*

They’d talked about it, lots!

 

And Izuku’d done loads of research any time he was off work, had in fact started his first actual work free days in years with a few hours on the subject of figuring out what you liked by taking loads of questionnaires.

 

But mostly what Izuku liked was talking with Shouta, and listening to Shouta, and being with Shouta…

 

Mostly Izuku just wanted Shouta!

 

And while it was a bit scary, because he fully knew he was headed into something brand new as soon as they got to the bright sunny apartment Shouta lived in, it was as much excitement as trepidation filling him like sparkling wine.

*

Shouta’d thought long and hard about this, and had plenty of experience to use to back it up with, so as soon as they were in the house he drew Izuku into his arms and said, “Right now is the last possible moment to back out of what I'm going to do to you.”

 

“If we go forward I will not stop, no matter what you say.”

 

“Do you understand me?”

 

A jerky nod but, “No, I need words Izuku, do you understand that if we go forward I will be not stopping until I am satisfied, you will be given exactly what I think you deserve, and how I do it will be totally up to me, but I will give you every single thing that I think you need and deserve, and nothing you do or say will be able to stop me, never mind convince me to stop.”

 

A shivering pause when Izuku looked up, met his gaze full on, and said, “I understand.”  A full shudder hit and the voice wobbled but, “I want this, want you.” Izuku’s face crumpled up as he gasped, “Take me, I’m yours, just, just, please, be you and don’t let me being me make you go ‘way.”

 

“Don’ go 'way!”

 

Because safe words be damned, he just needed Shouta to not do what everyone in his life had done, abandoning him with no warning.

 

Of course he was going to leave, everyone always did, but maybe Shouta’d stay a little bit longer, leaving Izuku with memories enough to live on.

****

 

The truly awesome thing about Izuku was, he talked to himself.

 

Perhaps an offshoot of working alone, or living alone, or from what Shouta could tell, being alone almost every single hour of every single week of every single month of every single damned YEAR!

 

Not loud, and no motion to draw attention to the fact he was speaking, but a soft little drabble of words, which was incredibly helpful indeed.

 

'Safewords be damned huh?'

 

Well, Shouta subscribed to that as well, because when he decided what someone deserved, he was going to deliver, he’d learned that thoroughly in his time as disciplinarian of a brothel. Clients and staff took what he gave, because he gave what they’d earned, or in the case of a few clients, needed.

 

So he was going to do the exact same thing for Izuku, but it was good to know his over working, under sleeping, not eating enough little love expected it.

 

Not good that he fully seemed to expect Shouta to abandon him, not knowing that Shouta would have to be murdered out of hand for that to happen.

 

A quirk of personality, mixed in with his hidden indeterminate animal mutation, Shouta could not let go.

 

It was why he was so very slow to let himself commit to anyone, because then they were his for life, and most people didn't take kindly to being owned.

 

Guiding Izuku to the couch he sat right in the middle of it and softly ordered, “Strip.”

 

He was already wearing soft roomy clothing, giving him excellent mobility, so he needed nothing but time to enjoy watching Izuku shyly disrobe.

 

He already knew the incredibly limited experimentation Izuku’d had with sexual partners, which was totally abnormal, because sex was as much a part of everyday life as breathing, so to have had almost nothing was a flag of many colors, not any of them good.

 

Taking time to look at the body on show, he felt his lips curve into a cat's-got-the-canary smile, because his Izuku was beautiful!

 

A firm command when hands fluttered to try and hide, “Let me see, good, chin up, hands behind your back, spread your feet, shoulder wide, perfect.”

 

Intersex, once a one way ticket to forced surgeries to so-called “correct” the defective infant, thankfully that mind set was in the now distant past, because Izuku was beautiful.

 

Shy, and the blush added to the beauty, arms twitching to cover himself from Shouta’s eyes, so Shouta left him at view until he relaxed a bit, and then patted his lap and said, “Over you go.”

 

Blush returned in an instant, and a lip wobble came with it, but like the good boy Shouta knew he was, Izuku crawled into place, although not without a whimper or two.

 

Clearly he expected proper punishment for his skipping sleep.

 

Deserved it too.

 

But Shouta had something else planned, he’d deal with the skipping sleep and overwork and insane cleaning regime some other time. “Izuku,” he purred, “today you get a pass on the freak out about dirty light bulbs and shit, because you were startled out of any sensible reaction by strangers showing up in your space, so we will work on that but at a later date.”

 

“Your over working and skipping sleep earns you a swift punishment when I catch you at it but again, you get a pass today because I didn’t realize that you would instantly run off the rails when given free time.”

 

“I know better now, and you will too if and when it happens again.”

 

Now he rubbed up and down Izuku’s back, across his frankly sinfully beautiful ass, down thighs and calves and back up again, varying the pressure from grunt in pain as a tight knot of muscles were ruthlessly kneaded into relaxation to squealing with ticklish giggles from how feather light the touch was.

 

Reactive, so fast, instant almost, and Shouta began to purrr louder in pleasure at what a treasure he had.

 

Giving  bit more attention to the pale freckled bottom, stroking and kneading it, Shouta said, knowing this was worth a reiteration (or twelve), “Izuku petal, the next time you skip sleep in order to work you will be in this same position, only that time will be a solid session learning not behaving like that again, am I clear?”

~

A muffled mmmmmph noise and he instantly laid two stingers down, easily holding on through the bucking cry, and repeated, “Am I clear?”

 

“CLEAR! Owwww clear so clear sorry Shouta clear so clear!”

 

Gently rubbing the spreading red splotches, Shouta hummmmed, and Izuku froze, breath hitching as he went quiet, like a lizard under a hawks shadow, and Shouta….

 

Took a deep breath as his entire body thrummmmmmed with power, joy, focus as he placed his dominant hand firmly in the middle of the ass in his lap and then -

 

Much softer than a spank, quite a bit firmer than a pat, Shouta lifted and returned his hand, repeating with the same faint sting over and over and over as if he had all day for what he was doing.

 

For a moment it was just them breathing, and the sound of the slap of his hand landing on wobbling rounded peach like buttocs, and just about when he’d guessed, Izuku twisted in confusion and looked back and up at him, and Shouta smiled as he said, “Your health is very important to me.”

 

Confused green eyes but that was okay, Shouta really did have all day long for this.

 

Never changing his firm light stings he continued with a voice like honey, “I’m going to say something, and then you repeat it, am I clear?”

 

He almost got a nod, saw the motion start, saw the exact moment Izuku realized Shouta's hand was rising into the air and chose to use his words.

 

“Clear!”

 

"Good boy." This time when his hand landed he stoked it across faintly pink buttocs and then slid two fingers into the depths between thighs and Izuku spasmed as if electo-prodded, a whimpering moan as Shouta stroked in and out for a moment before beginning the stimulation of slapped buttocs again.

 

Each slap was nothing really, yet would build across time, and he said in a clear voice of deep sincerity, “I deserve love.”

 

Just that, and Izuku who’d buried his face into the cushions of the couch when Shouta rubbed against his pleasure spots, lifted and twisted and looked and said, “What?”

 

Twice more Shouta landed stingers, solid spanks like rifle shots and Izuku cried out, feet drubbing the couch as he gasped and tried to speak, and without giving even an inch Shouta repeated, “I deserve love.”

 

Mouth working soundlessly, Shouta’s hand was lifting for the next languid slap when Izuku realized it could go either way, slap or stinger, and he hastened to repeat, “I deserve love?”

 

And a reward as Shouta again slid his two middle fingers between rounded thighs, right into the tiny space where ass turned to legs, and applied a rubbing upwards focused pressure and Izuku squealed.

 

So sensitive, Shouta loved it!

 

Not long for that reward though as Shouta returned to slapping a slow slow rhythm, and repeated, "I deserve love.”

 

A touch firmer, Izuku repeated the words and Shouta said, “I am worthy of care.”

 

Not varying his timing or strength a single jot Shouta worked though, “I deserve love.” several times, as well as “I deserve care.” “I deserve proper pay.” “I am good.” “I am smart.” “I am clever.” “I deserve recognition.” “I deserve people who love me.” “I deserve friends.” “I deserve support.” “I deserve love!” a few more times and by now, despite each slap not being hard, they’d stacked one atop the other and Izuku was whimpering as he shifted, hips twisting as his toes dug into the couch, and Shouta crooned, “Good boy, so good, say it again, I am good.”

 

And like his very good boy indeed, Izuku repeated, “I am good.”

 

And while Shouta might love to paint ever more fire to drive the self care lesson deeper, in a totally unexpected move he scooped, lifted, tossed and caught and was holding Izuku firmly on his lap now, fired up ass cradled against the firm muscles of his own thighs, and Izuku -

 

Cried out in shock, and moaned as the position kept the fire going! 

 

He moaned even more as Shouta proceeded to kiss him deeply, tongue exploring and tasting, shifting himself to lift his own knees to help hold Izuku where he wanted him, and laughed, deep and menacing as he broke the kiss.

 

Because Izuku’d laughed, a breathless sound of relief at the spanks being over.

 

Speaking directly into Izuku’s open mouth, Shouta asked, “Do you think I can’t spank you from here?”

 

Brat that he was, Izuku laughed again and said, “Of course not.”

 

Kissing deeper now, hands working across arms and back, Shouta slid a hand down Izuku’s thigh, hooked behind his knees, lifted and caught with his other hand still around Izuku’s shoulders which pressed his face into Shouta’s neck who used his free hand to lay on five measured stingers across the suddenly vulnerable and totally in reach ass cheek now lifted and positioned just for that as he laughed, low and dark at the gasping sobs now falling free into the room.

 

Because he then laid the now squealing figure back against a cushion he’d tugged into place, the better to see that pretty flushed face, and slowly raised both legs over one of his arms, barking “EYES ON ME!” when Izuku tried to cover his face.

 

Knees high, ass bare, body draped back into a deep recline, ass propped high on one of Shouta's thighs, it was a vulnerable position indeed, and Shouta said, “I can always spank you sweet one, and I will.”

 

“No matter where we are, in public, in private, with friends, with family, you earn it,” his free hand rubbed the frantically clenching bottom, “you get it.”

 

“You just got five, now you get six, and this time you count.”

 

“And if you take your eyes off of me you'll get four more for each time you disobey me, am I clear?”

 

His love’d learned, yelping “Clear!” almost before Shouta was done speaking, so he smiled, raised his free hand, enjoying Izuku's eyes frantically fixed on his while also desperately watching his hand hover, and then strike….

 

“ONE!”

 

“TWO~O!”

 

“Ahhh ah ah Shouta three three!”

 

“FOur oh gOds owwww please four four four!”

 

Shouta held his hand hovering for a long moment as Izuku panted and tears rolled down and Shouta said softly, “I deserve love.”

 

“I deser-desere lo-lo-love!”

 

“Good boy, so perfect for me, so gooood.”

 

A sweeping motion as his hand fell and Izuku screamed “FIVEEEEE!!!”

And Shouta rubbed where his hand’d landed, never taking his eyes off Izuku’s own, and he smiled with breathless wonder as the perfection draped across him, waiting breathlessly for the final one, and he slowly raised his hand, holding it hovering, and Izuku swallowed, a frantic licking of lips, hitched sobs as he finally broke and said, “Please, please I need - ”

 

“SSSSSIX AHHhah ah aAh ah Gods Shouta!”

 

Keeping his arm in place Shouta shifted a bit to spread dimpled knees wider apart, and then adjusted again, giving him access to the bounty hidden beneath normally concealing clothing, inersex indeed, one of a rainbow of possible configurations, a fully masc body and a devine pussy, and when he stroked across the revealed curls Izuku tried to close his knees.

 

“Naughty.” Shouta breathed, and Izuku -

 

Lifted his own hips higher, a clear invite and Shouta landed a stinger and, shuddering, Izuku eased back into the position he’d been put in, no words at all yet total understanding between them.

 

Izuku was Shouta’s, gifted and given and belonging.

 

Rewarding now Shouta stroked a little firmer, and then began to press and lift like a continuous wave across as much of the pretty green mound as he could cover, as if slowly dribbling a delicate ball, and Izuku’s entire body shuddered as his breaths picked up, sucking a sound near fear but not quite.

 

Because Shouta’d spread lips and slid a finger into the soft wet creases, continuing the measured pressure lift pressure lift -

 

Knowing the rhythm was important, to not vary at all until the pleasure built enough to be self sustaining, to keep it the same so Izuku trusted the pace and could give himself to it, Shouta ignored his own arms beginning to tire, holding emerald eyes with his, he whispered, “I deserve love.” as he worked a finger deeper, using the rest to keep the rhythm going.

 

Almost beyond speech now Izuku managed to get enough sound out to indicate the words and Shouta shifted slightly, a tiny change to his angle, increased his tempo, and said, “I LOVE YOU!”

 

Izuku screamed as he came, surging wetness against Shouta’s palm and fingers, salty muskiness of orgasm in the air, and Shouta laughed in absolute delight!

*

Despite wanting to make Izuku come a few more times, just to hear the ecstatic oh my god-ing and the I love you holy shit oh fuck gods love you love you love you!” that a blissed out Izuku seemined incapable of not spewing in an almost constant stream, broken only by overwhelmed gasping sobs, it was the overwhelmed bit that had Shouta…. 

~

Not pushing for more.

 

Cause it’d be nice for him, not for Izuku.

 

And in a year or three, when he had his emerald fire all trained and conditioned in both pain and pleasure and comfortable with both, he’d shatter Izuku and then take days piecing him back together.

 

For now he curled down on the couch with him, hooking one leg over both of Izuku's thighs to pull him closer, wrapped one arm under his head for his tired out lover to rest pillow fashion on, and used his remaining free hand to stroke every bit he could reach, from carding through sweat tangled hair all the way down to spank heated ass muscles, loving it all.

 

It did trap him when Izuku crashed hard into sleep, but as his best guestimate had Izuku not sleeping for over two full DAYS Shouta was just fine with joining him in a nice long nap.

****

Knowing Shouta was dealing with the cleaning company from the angle of getting Izuku his just and well earned funds, Nezu had a truly excellent idea, and bought it outright.

 

It would run as a proper business, under new management of course, yet it was the perfect in for his darkling heroes, getting them in almost everywhere, easily and undetectably.

 

He got the idea as he wandered through the appalling little apartment the treasure lived in, not for much longer because his Shouta would have him out of this dump faster than an oyster diver extracted a pearl, but right now, with the kitten fully occupied with Shouta a nice long way away, Nezu took the opportunity to snoop.

 

To snoop properly.

 

Easily spotting the spit glued hairs across book spines, he grinned when those books led exactly nowhere.

 

The ever so faint scratches on the floor though led him to the mechanism to swivel the entire bookshelf unit, opening it door fashion and oh, clever kitten indeed to make a small space even smaller yet giving himself a hidden room in which to place his treasurers.

 

It took a bit to back up the door opening counter by one, and full marks for a cleverly hidden device to count each time a door was used, and he was very careful indeed to remove himself from the surveillance devices, both the ones in view, and hidden.

 

The kitten was good, very good indeed, but Nezu would always be better.

 

He wanted to take his time in the small space, only just enough room for a human to stand and slide along the wall to wall, floor to ceiling bookshelf, but with reluctance for the headache it would earn him he decided instead to speed run the tiny vaut, lifting each notebook with careful fingers and flipping it like an old timey animation book, giving himself a fraction of a second per page into his view.

 

He let his vision/brain interface record, rather than attempt to read, because once it was in his brain and his quirk, it was his.

 

Doing it this way took a little less than thirty minutes to collect all the material, hundreds upon hundreds of hand written journals, and a further three minutes to ensure he was erased entirely from the space.

 

He’d gotten what he came for, and now would know Midoriya Izuku so much better.

*

Being picked up the instant he returned to home, Nezu mewled in protest when a cup was set to his lips but a heartfelt growl from the one holding him had him drinking the nasty stuff down.

 

Self defence indeed, and then he submitted to nap time as well.

 

It helped his self preservation bone that his head was a balloon of agony, and the nap came with a heated face mask and strong furred arms holding him in place.

 

Cuddle time, best medicine possible for quirk induced migraines.

*

 

He’d checked in on both Shouta and Izuku, a touching of base and a time table all in one, and he’d insured Shouta wouldn't just hole up and guard his new treasure by ordering them both out for a karaoke night with Shouta’s other friends.

 

Well, packmates really, but Izuku would learn that soon enough.

 

How funny that the newest addition had no idea he had a hidden mutation.

 

And how desperately sad.

 

So much of the hardships in his life stemmed directly from how powerful his instincts actually were, how ruthlessly they drove him.

 

Yes indeed, he was scheduled to sit down with their big dog soon enough, because the poor kitten needed to learn not just what he enjoyed sexually, which Shouta would teach him, but he needed to learn himself, from the ground up as it were, and Ryou-love was a solid first step for that.

 

Well, having a pack that ALL had hidden mutations driving their behavior in one way or another, Izuku was sure to thrive now.

 

And lowest ranking member would suit him perfectly, if Nezu’s reading of his nature, revealed in the amazing body of work he’d found and stolen from the kitten, even if the heist would never be discovered.

 

And while Izuku enjoyed his first ever karaoke night, spending it mostly in laughter as Shouta’s friends welcomed him with open arms, and hot kisses sprinkled in here and there, both from Shouta and all the rest, which blew his mind a bit, Nezu settled into study, rather than skim, the captured data.

After all, one had to know one's tools to use them properly, had to know hearts before truly loving them the way they deserved to be loved.

 

And their new Izuku deserved all the love!

Notes:

The entire pack have hidden animal mutations, making them even more special, although they can be a bit intense! And Izuku too has one, which leaves him needing firm controlling contact with a, or several, pack members, yet not having a pack has messed him up.

Shouta and his family sort him out properly, giving love and support the way he's needed it for so long, keeping him firmly in a subordinate position, lowest ranked pack member in fact, but it is where his instincts drive him to be so suits him perfectly!

Oh, and he becomes an espionage hero, along with the rest, his eye for detail is second to none, and once honed, his mind is a deadly weapon indeed! :D

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The sex worker that Shouta uses the switch on had dressed up in a school uniform, convinced by a patron to "Pretend" to be a school girl.

This was absolutely against the rules, sexualizing children in this AU is taken very seriously!

He went to jail for a few months, and she got to be Shouta's first time disciplining someone.

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"Corrective surgery for intersex infants is a thing, and should be outlawed because it is evil. At least in this AU it died out hundreds of years before our boys ever met!

Chapter 3

Notes:

They have all been together for a bit more than a year at this point, and Izuku is in full training to become an espionage hero.

He loves it, and they all love him, very much, even if change, even GOOD change, is still stressful!

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Pack at Ease, the words glowed with neon colors that flashed into the rainy evening.

 

A night club designed exclusively for and welcoming of animal based mutations, hidden or not, catering solidly to pack based mutation groups, a place Izuku found wildly exciting and stimulating and -

 

Honestly just a bit frightening!

 

But in good ways, because he’d never known he actually had a hidden mutation.

 

Painted Dog was their best guess, but with all hidden mutations, it was as much luck and guesswork to figure it all out, like Hizashi’s probable Harris Hawk mutation with a solid side order of osprey, and how Shouta was mostly domestic tabby with more than a touch of lion, despite most people thinking he was so Jaguar-like.

 

Izuku was always grateful for the tabby though cause it meant Shouta could purrrr and it was solidly awesome to be hugged by someone who loved him AND purrrred!

 

What they had discovered with months of careful observation though was Izuku’s solid need to be protected, cared for, for him to support and assist and help his loved ones and to have people in his life that….

 

Frankly the only words for it were Make Him Behave Himself!

 

Bottom of the pack had such negative connotations yet someone was always the top, someone was the bottom, someone was middle, no place in a pack was bad, not if it fit you properly, and taking his role as the youngest and most inexperienced member of NEZU’S pack put him properly at the bottom.

 

And something in his soul sang with that, made him so happy that he met everyone with an actual song, high and wordless and filled with joy any time he saw them after a separation of just a few minutes, never mind a few days.

 

The first time he’d actually wet himself in excitement at seeing Hizashi after three days of his being away Izuku thought he’d die of shame, yet Ryou was there, had already been working with him for weeks by that point, and he’d growled, deep and lowly and Izuku used that threat to step out of his shame, to be objective, to catalogue what he needed right then and what he needed was…

 

Hazashi to hug him regardless of what he’d just done in his trousers and like magic indeed, Hizashi did, simply wrapped his damp self all up with those long beautiful arms and rocked him side to side and said, “I am so excited to see you too Poppet, like,” a deep sniff and nibble at Izuku’s neck, “I have missed you sooooooo much!”

Suffice to say, his newly set free instincts were a joy and a tribulation to live with.

 

Which led to his spending time with the entire pack at UA, and with his personal pack either at Shouta’s place or out on the town like now.

 

They were all talking about perhaps living together, a joint place, probably at UA (utter strokes-ville of a concept for Izuku’s brain) and Izuku wanted that, and was afraid of it in equal measure.

 

Ryou and Nezu and Chiyo, as senior pack members, were working with him on that, as was a team of behavioral specialists he'd been signed up with for weekly lessons.

 

All the back pay being returned to him from years of being robbed at work meant he could be a gentle-being of leisure for a few years but instead his days were filled with lessons, training, education, and pack, which suited him right down to his soul.

 

Inhaling the fragrances of the club Izuku settled in beside Shouta, and basked in how safe he felt, because no matter how hungry the eyes upon him as they moved about meeting and greeting, his position in the pack meant no one outside of it would dare approach without a senior member invite.

 

They did let others approach, and Izuku enjoyed every single person they welcomed in, he was beginning to get a solid understanding of how the various packs operated in the wider so called Normie world, and spent as much time observing the crowds as he did watching the shows and laughing with his new family.

 

As small as three, as large as thirty members strong, no pack was the same, but one thing they all shared was a member’s placement in the pack structure supporting the mutation needing a pack in the first place!

 

A brief peck on the cheek to Shouta on one side and Nemuri on the other and he’d headed for the loo, comfortable enough here now after more than a dozen visits to move about unaccompanied, trusting in his easy to see bracelet on his wrist to keep him from being pestered by any strangers to the club who’d not know Shouta or Pack Nezu.

 

Huffing a bit he laughed to himself as he made his way back to their table, swerving off his line to belly up to the bar to get a fresh Strawberry Daiquiri to bring back with him, filled with a big fat zero on the alcohol front which was a bit of a bone of contention lately, when a shot glass was pushed to his elbow and heat rolled his way from whence it’d come.

 

Not worried all that much by the stranger leaning closer Izuku cocked his head and said, “What is it?”

 

The masc was broader than he was tall, but not fat at all, and he bared his teeth in a smile and said, “You are so sweet, it’s Absinthe, have you never had it?”

 

Shaking his head, Izuku almost died on the spot when the big masc said with a low and sultry tone, "Well, Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder!”

 

Gaping at them, Izuku finally erupted into giggles. “Oh my gods, I can’t believe you’d actually say something like that, just, does that even work?”

 

Looking into orange eyes even Izuku had to agree with, “Well, you're still here, so go on, try it. I bet you’ll like it, it’s a bit sweet, but not as sweet as you.”

 

Despite how good the evening was going it'd been a frustrating day, he’d tried to fall into research mode several times and been denied, tried to clean properly yet been redirected, failed a test only to be told ninety three isn't a falling mark and not let to beat himself up over it so now, to be faced with something his pack absolutely forbid him from even trying, he had a moment's thought that it might be a bad idea, a moment to listen to the inner voice that said No, no no no and instead he growled and grabbed the tiny crystal glass of golden liquid -

 

Raising it he smelled and wrinkled his nose at the pungent fragrance and shrugged his shoulders and -

 

It was against his lips as they parted and the masc was leaning forward with eagerness and Shouta's hand was suddenly just there, easing between his mouth and the glass, calmly taking it out of abruptly numb fingers as he said to the orange eyes masc now beginning to snarl at being interrupted, “I see you missed the red and white band, or did you just ignore it?”

 

This had the stranger suddenly looking shifty, and then pasting on an utterly insincere smile as he said, “Well, you can’t blame me for that, candy like him begs a taste.”

 

“Shouta?” Izuku asked in desperation because something was going on that he didn't understand, and he was relieved when Shouta kissed his cheek and said, “Go back to the table with Hizashi, I’ll be there in a minute, I just need to settle something here and then we’ll discuss what you did, understand sweetheart?”

 

Nodding in swelling dread as he thought of absolute rules and why we really shouldn’t break them, Izuku let Hizashi wrap him in his arms, tuck him into a side hug and be escorted back to their table.

_____________

 

Nico, big bear mutation and owner of the club was already there and waiting, all Shouta had to do was say, once Izuku was out of the way, “Red band, it means alcohol intolerance verging on life threateningly dangerous, and White means possessed already by a pack.”

 

Firmly resisting the desire to simply lash out, Shouta said with words like ice, “You could have killed my packmate. Nico, a year and a day please, or would you rather I just kill him for you now?”

 

Ignoring the now blustering fool still trying to pin the blame on Izuku for being too pretty to resist and how it wasn’t his fault and how it wasn’t fair, Shouta nodded when the owner said, “Ban supported, both here and every pack club in the country! You, get out, if you set foot into my club or any affiliated clubs inside of a year and a day everyone in here will declare open season on you.”

 

Watching Neco leap up onto the bar and yell the banishment, Shouta easily turned his back on the loser who’d dared try and give a red band -

 

Sucking a breath, running his fingers over the neutra-pens he carried at all times, all of them had things that could kill them, all of them carried emergency first aid, all of them wore the appropriate bracelet for their evenings fun, he was just glad their naughty little puppy’d been spotted and they’d been flagged down before it went that far. They’d not even begun to worry at the length of the bathroom break, knowing Izuku’d get a fresh drink on his way back and the place was jumping so of course it’d take time.

 

A nod to Emi as he passed, Rumi and Tanaka both grinning in relief at the save, he’d have to do something nice for them soon, they might have actually saved Izuku’s life.

 

Not his ass, because Shouta had proper plans for that.

 

Cradling his panicked rage he gentled it, soothed and let it go, Izuku’d been naughty after a frustrating day and that was all he’d been. The solution to it was simple and required no anger, because their pup hadn’t earned any.

 

The fucker who'd done it did, but being banished from the only places any pack inclining mutations could let their hair down, or singletons could go hunting for a pack of their own, was punishment enough.

 

Of course, it they broke the ban it was open season, and Shouta knew most if not all of the regulars would tip him off if the fool tried it. Licking his lips that the thought of the screams if he truly went off leash, he pressed hands with all three of Rumi’s pack, and then stropped his jaw against Shino’s face as they too checked in, the Pussycats were strongly allied to pack Nezu, as was pack Rumi, it felt good to have them here.

 

They’d have to make time for a proper day of it soon, all three packs, maybe at the beach, but for now he’d leave planning that aside and deal with their newest member!

 

*

 

Worried guilty green eyes met his as he crossed the markings on the stone floor, watching as Izuku got nervously to his feet, and Shouta smiled and said, “Do you remember what I said about spankings, Izuku?”

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

The first time he’d been taken to Pack at Ease Izuku’d been coached about the place and how to behave while in it, already knew many of the things he might see, smell, experience, and many of the people as well, so while the place might be shocking to his senses he’d been ready for it and was enjoying every single bit until…. 

 

He didn't know what the junior pack member of one of the mid sized packs had done, he’d missed that part, only caught up with the drama when he’d seen her escorted back into their marked space. The floor stone was made up of different colors, marked out in different sizes of squares, letting packs set up temporary territories to fit member numbers, and the girl, young, late teens early twenties, already crying as a low voiced conversation led to Izuku almost swallowing his tongue when, without ceremony the clear pack leader sat down, pulled her over his lap and tugged her skirt band down rather than struggling with the miles of fabric the skirt seemed to be made of, and proceeded to spank her in full view of the entire place!

 

And that wasn't even the worst part, nor was how his own hands reached back without any thought on his part to cover his own ass, no, it was how every single senior pack member in the place watched with calm considering gazes, just as Shouta was, as if they were grading it!

 

Grading the spanking!!!

 

And how all of them gave a firm nod when the clearly final three landed, and nodded again when the junior was let to sob in place until she tried to get up, and nodded again when she was cradled and cuddled and reassured of her place in the pack.

 

He remembered being so drawn to it, and how he’d wanted to run miles away, so to be in the same position now as she’d been then was dreadful!

 

“Izuku, are you aware of the ingredients of the drink you almost took?”

 

Oh how he wanted to lie, to shake his head and oh gods, he was shaking his head but he managed to say, despite the gesture, “Yes, I um, sorry,” covering his face he nodded finally and said again, “YEs.”

 

“Good puppy, perfect honesty, thank you.”

 

Shivering because he was not getting away with what he’d just done, Izuku flinched hard when Shouta then said, “Repeat for me what I said about spankings, please.”

 

Please?

 

As if Izuku had a choice?

 

Panting faintly, Izuku managed to say, “That if I earned it, no matter where, you’d give it to me!”

 

“That's right, now, Hizashi, your glove please.”

 

Wincing, Izuku watch Hizashi tug it off, butter soft leather, all the way up to the elbows of that beautiful arm, Izuku was whimpering as Shouta took it in one hand, pulled it a few times through his fist and slapped it to his own thigh with a sharp crack, nodding as he said, “This will do for now, ten here with this and then we’ll finish at home.”

~

Crying even harder Izuku bent over the chair back when told to, his very short skirt tucked up and out of the way, his thong about as much protection as a fan in a hurricane, and a warm hand on his lower back as Shouta said, “Alcohol is forbidden for a reason, and the reason is it can kill you!”

 

A swishing sound and the leather landed, and Izuku yiiiped a high cry as he danced up on his toes, and then as soon as he settled back to the ground it landed again!

 

And again!

 

Wailing warbles of regret and appeasement Izuku was beyond human speech by the fifth one, and by ten he was draped over Shouta’s hip with an arm around his waist holding him in place rather than across the back of the chair and giving a long ululating cry of regret!

~

And he knew the entire room heard, watched, judged, and approved!

***

Knowing he had more to look forward to when getting home seriously put a damper on watching the show on stage, and the fire merrily burning across the entirety of his ass put the final death knell to any fun he might get from a nice night out.

 

Other than how nice it was being passed like a parcel from person to person in his pack, that is, something he could solidly get behind, because they all gave the best hugs and cuddles!

 

Leaning into Shouta he tentatively asked, “Ummm, Shouta?”

 

“Hmmm?”

 

“Will it be…. umm, just your haaaah…. well, no….. ummm nev-never mind.”

 

Subsiding into a red faced heap at the words Shouta murmured into his ear, only just loud enough for him to hear over the music as he answered the question Izuku hadn't actually managed to ask, “A paddle, the one we bought on our trip to Okinawa.” which totally and utterly destroyed Izuku’s ability to breathe but Shouta kept on going regardless.

 

“And I think it’s time we all left the club. Tonight we'll go to UA, I want the big pack room for this, and it’s the place we all mostly grew up, so you’ll be more comfortable there tonight cause we all fit.”

 

“And no, you can relax, the super grownups are away this week, enjoying some them time so it’s just us handling this.”

 

A dark twinkle as Shouta added after checking an incoming message because of the ring tone letting him know who it was sending, “Nezu says to tell you that if they were home he’d be the one handling your trying to poison yourself with unsolicited alcohol offered to you by a complete stranger, and for you to be grateful Chiyo isn't home cause she’d be handling the second spanking, and Ryou the third.”

 

Thoroughly destroying any composure their pup might possess, Shouta stood up and said, “Let's go home and get this behind us.”

****

Watching her one time crush and looooong time friend deal with their naughty puppy Emi studied the glove in use, because damn, it seemed to combine the best of all things for a speedy correction, all the sting of a belt with the softness of a hand, preventing injury to delicate bottoms while clearly stoking the fires of hell and was attractive as all get out when Hizashi was wearing them.

 

Judging by the howls each strike coaxed forth she nodded, her costume could do with an upgrade!

 

“For the love of my ability to sit down,” their junior kitten said, “please tell me you are not -”   “Contemplating adding elbow gloves of leather to my costume?” she broke in to ask with a tiny grin.

 

“Oh dear,” Tanaka-chan whispered, “must you?”

 

“Petal, with how naughty you are, it’s a given we both add them, perhaps you as well, add a touch of memorableness to the lesson if you have to give us your own glove for the spanking, don’t you think sweet one? And that way you think of it every time you put them on!”

 

Curling up with a complicated sound of despair she relaxed as they groomed her hair and ears, because yes, yes it would add to the entirety of awfulness a spanking was to have to give her own leather gloves for them to use on her, like the time she’d had to go fetch her own switch!

 

But at the end of the day, behaving really wasn’t that difficult, she just chose to break the rules, so even she agreed she often deserved every bit of what she got.

 

***

 

Being trained for months in a fully immersive program designed by Nezu himself and sited at UA meant Izuku’d spent lots of time in the Nezu family room, relaxing, cuddling, totally zonked out from yet another brutal days training, cuddling for movie nights….

 

It was a space he was utterly comfortable with, but the firm words, "Fetch the paddle petal.” had him going into parts of the house he wasn't often in.

 

The implements room, more a closet really, but it had several items he wished to never ever meet in functional real life, as it were, so he carefully got the one he'd been told to fetch and ignored all the rest.

 

Looking at the thing as he hovered for a moment just out of sight of the others, running gentle fingers across the carvings, they got it on their first time away as a group, just the five of them for a full two weeks, and it’d been Hizashi who’d spotted it.

 

A tide pool in rippling sand, carved into old growth chestnut wood, so decorative it was easy to not see the business end, as it were.

 

Chiyo’d said as soon as she'd seen it, "This will live here until you all are under one roof. A beautiful thing like this needs to be safe, you can use it when you need but for now, use it here!”

 

But that day in the sun when Hizahsi’d picked it up and given it a few smacks to his palm, and had looked at Shouta sideways and Shouta’d gone bright red…..

 

Learning that Hizashi was a disciplinarian in their pack as well as Shouta was a shock, because Shouta was so good at it, but Shouta’d laughed back at Hizashi’s cheeky expression, "As if I need a pretty little toy like that to teach you your lesson!”

 

All of them’d laughed, Oboro tugging Izuku into a side hug. “Those two take a positive delight in making my ass clench, I swear it!”

 

As the formerly lowest ranking member of the pack, and arguably the MOST reckless, even Izuku’d be the first to agree, Oboro needed a firm hand!

 

And Nemuri was almost as bad, just totally in different ways!

 

But it was him fetching the paddle, and his feet dragged as he finally went in the family room and paused, frozen for a long long moment of shocked realization, because all of them were sitting down, other than Shouta, who was standing full square waiting for him.

 

Shouta who asked firmly, “When you decided to take that drink, what were you thinking?”

 

Oh gods, such a simple question, and the one Izuku didn't want to answer with all his heart.

 

But he needed nothing extra added onto what he was about to get, so he let the broken whine dribble from between his jaws and then said, letting out months of resentment that had built up unnoticed under all the amazingness of his new life, “That it wasn't fair!”

 

“It isn't fair I can't clean right anymore, even if it wasn't the right way to do it anyway and I know that, I really do, and and and I’m old enough to drink, even if I never wanted too before but now I’m not allowed, and I was out at a club, and everyone else was drinking, not you all, I know that, you’re all heroes and you don’t risk drinking like that but but but - ”

 

A hand was holding his free one that had been wildly waving as he tired to articulate his emotions and he managed to keep going, “I didn't think it’d be that bad, it was just a tiny glass, just a tablespoon or two, and he was nice, well, I thought so but thinking about it again,” frowning at the twined band still on his wrist, “I’m wearing a red and white bracelet!”

 

“You are indeed, for what pet?”

 

“Oh, life threatening allergies, red for alcohol, and white for not interested in joining another pack so don't bother me.”

 

“Ummm hmmmm, now, did they ask about the bracelets? The bracelet clearly identified at the main door AND over the bar so everyone knows what they mean?”

 

“No, they didn't.”

 

Focused on the sulky and worried face, Shouta continued, “They have a hyena mutation, and for their behavior tonight they are barred for a year and a day, and if they try to get back in before then our pack will go hunting, because you could have died.”

 

"That tiny little drink contained a very high proof alcohol, and it really might have killed you. Even with the swift application of an antidote your system might have reacted too fast for us to save you.”

 

“And all of this you know! You know that a bad mood or frustration is not an excuse to risk you life or safety for no good reason!”

 

Lifting the drooping head Shouta said, “We will work on the underlying cause of your frustrations starting tomorrow, because many things have changed for you in a relatively short space of time and even good change can sometimes bring out upsetting emotions, but that does not get you off this particular hook.”

 

“You chose to accept that drink and for that shockingly bad choice you had ten in the club, now you’ll get ten with the paddle.  And to make sure you properly remember and we have no repeats of the behavior, you will take the paddle to each one of your pack, and receive two of the ten from them.”

 

“When you give the paddle to them, you are to ask them to teach you your lesson, and you will ask properly.”

 

“Am I understood, sweet one?”

 

Freely crying now, Izuku nodded, wishing he’d never even heard of absinthe!

*

 

Ten with a paddle was bad, Shouta would agree, having been on the receiving end more than a few times, ten with a paddle was a bitch, especially after ten with a length of leather in any shape or form.

 

But this was a special lesson indeed, worse in many ways than having to fetch the implement or pull down one's own bottoms, but the lesson was important.

 

There were other substances mutations could take that gave a buzzz without the dangers of alcohol, and Izuku knew that, so to take a bad day and say fuck it to his own health earned every bit of what he had coming!

 

Hizashi first, as befitted pack structure, and Izuku offered the paddle, and the words “Please, will you teach me better?” and Hizashi took the pretty wooden paddle and replied warmly, “I am honored to teach you this lesson, petal, your health is so important to me.”

 

“Bend over please.”

~

Having chosen to sit on a solid upright wooden chair their pup dangled across his lap, and Hizashi tucked the paddle behind himself, the already pink bottom about to have quite a bit more color added, as he asked, “Why is alcohol bad for you?”

 

“Oh, oh no Hizashi please - ” Interrupting without hesitation he laid four measured spanks with his hand, and Izuku squealed and bucked, and answered the question, “Be-because it it it’s bad for me!”

 

“Ummmhummmmm, and why is it bad for you?”

 

“Dog, hidden African Pa-pain-painted dog mu-mu-mutation!”

 

“That's right puppy, and alcohol is dangerous, not to mention potentially lethal for dogs, and you absolutely know better.”

 

This time he tucked their dramatic flower closer against his belly before he proceed to give a firm warm up, as Izuku wailed how he’d never ever do it again and Hizahi finally lifted out the paddle, tapped the squealing and struggling beloved bottom with it and then, saying firmly, “Midoriya Izuku, do not risk your health like that ever again!”

 

He swung up and landed the return with a solid thwap, and then repeated it on the other ass cheek because pretty as it was the paddle was not large, as their pup proved his dog mutation with a high kiyiyiyi of utterly heartfelt regret!

 

Cause paddles stung like a bitch!

 

*

 

Izuku was gonna die, being helped up and cuddled and told how much Hizashi loved him didn't help anything other than letting his heart know Zashi still loved him, because now he had to go to Nemuri, and he could hardly even say the words asking for his lesson, and she was sitting on soft chair but then she got up, and had him lean over the back of it as she said, “Izuku petal, no one here will ever stand idly aside as you risk your health for a bit of temper, ever.”

 

Squaaawling as she too used her hand first, and holy hell his feet kicked and he wriggled and yelled cause it was so bad, how was she so owwwie with just her hand and he was sobbing hard by the time cool wood patted his butt and he howled, a rising oooOOOOoo of regret as it landed twice, like the fires of doom itself!

 

*

 

Oboro had to admit, seeing Izuku almost take a drink that could kill him, then to find it was simply a bad mood that had him doing it?

 

He couldn't wait to hold that paddle, and his expression must have shown it as Izuku finished his hug with Nemi and headed his way where he was sitting on a long, low settle waiting for the pup. He'd known she was before him in placement so where he was sitting would give their newest somewhere comfortable at least to have his final ass roasting on.

 

Well, Shouta would be finishing it up really, but for now, once Izuku sobbed out the request for Oboro to teach him his lesson, he tugged him into a hug first, saying “You are too important to all of us to risk yourself for no good reason.” 

 

Which might be a bit hypocritical when he’d done the exact same thing not four years earlier but if anyone knew where Izuku was coming from, Oboro did, and exactly how to make sure it didn't happen again, cause damn he remembered this!

 

“If you want that buzzz Nemi and I’ll make sure you get it, Pack at Ease has drinks that’ll do it, you know that, now, over you go, you by damned earned every bit of this lesson and I am grateful to be part of giving it to you!”

 

The bottom facing him was a proper red now, yet Oboro too gave a solid warm up with his hand first, not bothering to speak because Izuku was beyond hearing words at this point, but the pup felt the wooden smoothness of the paddle rest for a long moment and was howling long before it landed, kicking and wailing with abandon as it landed again and then Oboro was done.

 

Surging their Izuku up into a hug he too was crying as he begged, “Please, please don't do anything like this again, we love you!!!!”

 

*

 

Having watched with approval as Izuku went to each one of his family to receive his properly unforgettable lesson in why we don’t voluntarily imbibe any substance that could make us sick or, you know, kill us, Shouta didn't hesitate or drag it out any farther when the sobbing mess that was his most beloved person stumbled to him and simply plucked the paddle from his fingers, tucked him under his arm and landed the final two blistering spanks and it was over.

~

Ten with a belt substitute and ten with the paddle in the end wasn’t all that much, even with the extra he’d gotten with their hands, but Shouta was certain Izuku would never forget it.

 

Nor would he, that moment when he realized what was going on at the bar, and he curled in the big nest a little bit later with all of them just as soon as he’d finished a long long standing hug, Izuku now tucked and still crying in the middle of them all, and wondered if he should be doing anything important about the rest of their pack friends to make sure their juniors didn’t have this happen or….

“Shouta, relax, I told Dadzu all about who was there tonight and who helped spot the danger, even before you were done with my glove, so you know he’ll be onto all the pack clubs to help enhance safety for all the patrons, young and old, as well as sending gift hampers as thanks for the assist tonight.”

 

“Oh, and I bet Oboro that a sudden rush of leather elbow gloves are going to be seen across the hero industry, as well as the civilian population, and he said, and I quote - ”   “No way! Just no way!” Oboro insisted again, but more in frantic denial than any real belief, and Shouta chuckled and said, “I’ll lay you a solid bet Zashi, I bet I'm borrowing your glove for our Rainbo before the months out!”

 

“Oh daaamn Shouta,” Hizashi laughed as Izuku gave a muffled hitched giggle, “I am not betting against a certainty!”

 

______________

 

They’d both been right, soft leather elbow gloves became all the rage and Oboro was bent over experiencing the full measure of them not long after, only it was Rumi providing the lesson that time, cause frightening a rabbit by doing something stupidly dangerous where she could see you do it was a seriously bad idea!

 

 

 

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ART

 

 

The paddle they bought on their holiday as a pack!

 

 

And a little doodle I did of Rumi as an ACTUAL rabbit mutation rather than a buxom woman with rabbit ears!  Because rabbits are fierce, and so is she!

 

Notes:

Eventually Izuku gains enough experience and confidence to simply slide into the space above Oboro in the pack structure, which suits both of them perfectly.

Suits our cloudy boyo very much indeed, although he did enjoy his few years of being higher placed than someone else, he really was more comfortable at the bottom of the pack.

*

Rumi's Rabbit pack and the Wild Wild Pussycats are solidly good friends to Shouta and the gang and solid FRIEND PACK'S to Pack Nezu, hence Izuku being spotted instantly in the club about to get in trouble because they all had eyes on him, even if Shouta and the rest couldn't see from their angle.

The bracelet system was clearly posted in full sight as one walked in - all patrons had to wear them - and all the colors were marked clearly as to what they all meant.

So for the pratt to disregard a red band, never mind a white, he deserved being banished!

It might seem mild at first sight, but for a hidden, and not so hidden, mutation person to be near others of their kind is important, and clubs like this one are the easiest way for them to get the socializing they really do need.

Like shunning, being banned for a year and a day is a solidly vicious thing to have to endure, but the barstud really did earn it and for a wonder, he learned, and never did it again or anything like it!

Oh, and Neutra-pen stands for Neutralizing Pen - Shouta and all heroes carry many kinds on them at all times, from those that neutralize theobromine (chocolate) to one especially for alcohol. The entire pack carry them too, as well as Epi-pens for chemically induced shock and several other life saving chemicals in easy to deploy jabbers!

Most people in this AU either wear a bracelet alert or an earing alert so assisting medics or heroes will know what medical help might be most needed in a rescue situation.

Notes:

In this AU STDs are a thing of the past, like, the distant past! So casual hook ups are just a fact of life, a fun one even.

But Izuku hooks up with no one cause he thinks he's too weird to be attractive, and no one in his past ever indicated he was wrong, so he just enjoys people the only way he has, by watching them.

And Shouta is busy as a new hero, and people are boring, he needs the spice of getting his way, and taking care of someone, even if sometimes that care is a bit more sting than cuddle.

So imagine our boys from here on out learning their sexuality preferences that match perfectly, and Izuku being snapped up by Nezu who knows talent when he bloody well sees it!