dryeyes | VILLAINS open post

[There was cooperation in the form of his compliance and then there was active participation. Still, he can tell his word choice was a bit improper. He needed to be more direct. He didn't like being direct. He liked leaving himself an out, speaking in ruses and technicalities. That was dangerous, with a childish mind.]

[He doesn't flinch when Shigaraki swings his leg, he makes eye contact (as best he can with that weird hand) and clarifies what his promise of cooperation is.]

I will do whatever it takes to keep him safe. [It's not a matter of pledging loyalty. He couldn't promise that. Instead, he could sell his soul regardless of his loyalty.] I can provide information. I can serve as bait for other heroes. So long as he is not compromised, I will not raise any hand against you or your colleagues. I will attempt to guarantee their safety in an operation as much as I would my students.

And, of course, if I failed those standards, you would know what to do with me. [He embraces the threat. Shigaraki has control here and can dictate his fate. His cooperation was as much for his own sake as Bakugou's. He could live without being a teacher. He can't imagine living without his quirk.]

[There's an eerie silence that settles between the two of them once Aizawa corrected himself to Shigaraki. The League leader thinks it over carefully. It's pretty risky to let Bakugou go if the other wasn't willing to cooperate. But then he didn't know where he was and telling the police "a bar" wouldn't be much helpful. Still, he's trying to think of the safety of his own members the worthy ones who made it back.

This is a lot to think about, a lot to weigh in on. This decision isn't exactly tough to make though, the answer is quite obvious to him.]

Alright. [Shigaraki uncrosses his leg, leaning in again.] You'll be my new toy then.

[Master had told him prior that he couldn't just recklessly use the Nomus. That there needed to be a purpose beyond just throwing them out there in a show of power.]

But I still can't let him go yet and if he joins us- you still have to keep your promise. Understood?

[Toy. He would have known that was the case whether it was said aloud or not. Still, it stings to hit his ears. It was fine. It would just be until the rescue operation. Bakugou would never join them so his actions should hopefully guarantee his safety until then. Those are the things he tells himself to avoid the haunting echoes in the back of his head.]

Understood. [He repeats.]

Use me as you see fit. [Even with that promise, it would be stupid for Shigaraki to let him move around too much. If he'd convinced him he was worth something, though, worth more than being shipped off to whoever his master was, that was enough.]

[He hums with delight, obviously happy with the outcome of his conversation with Aizawa. This was the best he could have hoped for. Now they had that same headstrong teacher to protect them from the heroes.

Shigaraki reaches his hand out, gently petting Aizawa like an animal.]

Of course, you'll be seen as equal among us. [He pauses the petting, still humming joyfully.] Once you've proven your loyalty to us with your actions that is.

[It's like a contract signed in blood.]

[He'd managed to stay relatively calm, even though Shigaraki grabbing at his face. Touching the top of his head, though, there's an immediate tensing reaction. He remembers being held up by his hair he remembers he remembers he remembers-]

-Right. [He pulls himself back together, somewhat. He can feel his heart rate accelerated, still. His pupils are contracted, making his eyes look even more haggard. Still, he managed to answer. He didn't fail to respond.]

... I'm not sure how I can do that for you with my hands bound. It's your decision on what to do, though. [It might even be relaxing, to be tied up a while longer. So long as he was bound, he had an excuse to not do whatever task Shigaraki would ask to prove his loyalty. He couldn't ask for that, though, he couldn't take that luxury. He needed to be ready for whatever was placed in front of him. Even being pet. Even being a toy.]

[Shigaraki stops in his tracks at Aizawa's words, tilting his head.]

Oh, I have an idea, hero. [He pulls away completely, kicking off from the floor towards his desk. Carefully, Shigaraki removes the hand on his face and places it on the desk for safe keeping before turning his attention to the TV. With a button from the keyboard, he's able to turn off the TV.]

You wanna prove your loyalty with your own hands? Is that what I'm hearing?

[Shigaraki asks as he rolls back to where Aizawa is. He doesn't wait for an answer because he's already undoing Aizawa's bounds, letting them fall away before rolling back in front of Aizawa.]

You know? It seems cliche to ask you to do this but I want you to touch me. [He spreads open his legs to drive the point home.] Prove your loyalty to me and I'll handle the rest.

[His nerves frazzle in a certain way when that screen goes off. If it was being turned off, was that to imply there was constant surveillance of that line? Now it was being interrupted. Whatever he was going to be asked to do, Shigaraki didn't want his master to know about it? He's very alert when Shigaraki undoes his bonds. There's only the slightest flexing of his fingers as he focuses more on listening.]

[Maybe it's because he's so much older that he didn't even think of that explanation.]

[Of course a child wouldn't want their guardian knowing about that.]

[He could argue he's over-qualified for something like that but it didn't matter. He had said it himself. It was the purest expression that Shigaraki took himn seriously, was willing to push him and would use him however he saw fit. He was a toy. He'd have to do it. He didn't have to like it.]

... alright. [What else was there to say? He shifts, ignoring how his body aches from being slumped there that long. He assumes asking too many questions would be considered a pain but acting on his own too ambitious. He'll move slowly for now, reaching up for the waistband of Shigaraki's pants.]

[He's all smiles when Aizawa approaches him, unable to hide the smugness of his demands being fulfilled. Of course Shigaraki should be cautious about the hero before him. At any point in time he could easily overpower the villain when he's so relaxed like this. But he knows that Aizawa doesn't have all the information to pull such a ballsy move. The only door out to this room was locked and while Shigaraki had no way of communicating with the others while he was inside, Aizawa didn't know that.

There was a lot Aizawa didn't know and that uncertainty is what gave Shigaraki his confidence.]

Don't be shy. You are a pro aren't you?

[Well Aizawa's not that kind of hero, Shigaraki knows this. Still it was fun to poke at the hero's hesitancy. He reaches out to tuck some wayward hair behind Aizawa's ear as dainty as possible. Almost intimate like.]

You can talk to me to. No need to be quiet. [Within reason implies his tone.]

[He had nowhere near the information to try anything. Even if he got out of this room, he'd need to escape all the other villains here. He'd need to retrieve Bakugou. If he spent this trust now and failed, he'd be dead.]

... I'm not chatty, unlike some people. [And, as assumed, he'd need to watch his tone. There were plenty of things he wanted to say. Still, Shigaraki was a volatile person. If his sarcasm could get him in trouble, he wouldn't.]

[There's the slightest twinge of distaste as he tugs down the waistband and frees the other's cock. He's definitely not this type of hero. Still, he hopes that childishness would mean being satisfied with a lack of finesse. He'll wrap his hand around the shaft, not moving too quickly. His hands were calloused from using his capture weapon. There's a little bit of experimental movement, a bit of thumbing the tip, and then a bit of a sigh through his teeth.]

Lotion? [he'll ask, since otherwise it could be unpleasant for both of them. He knew what to do if the answer was no, just...]

[Aizawa should know the answer. If Shigaraki had lotion on hand, maybe his skin wouldn't be so patchy and dry from his incessant scratching.]

No. [Those calloused hands get a small hiss from the villain. He'd gone into this being smug about it but now he wasn't entirely sure. If he were truthful, and he never will be, this situation is entirely foreign to him. Rarely did anyone ever touch Shigaraki, not even to pat him on the back and tell him good job. Only his army of hands on his body were the exception to his lack of touch.

But he's not going to say that to the hero. Refusing to admit it because it felt like a weakness. Shigaraki had felt like this was a good show of loyalty though. He's exposing himself like this, which in of itself was vulnerable. That's what they did in the movies and video games.

But fiction doesn't always line up with reality.

Even with this new feeling, the pressure on his cock isn't unwelcomed. It does feel nice, especially the attention to his head. It even has him spreading his legs a little wider to accommodate the other.]

[Yeah, he should have known. There's another heavy sigh. If he wasn't such good friends with Midnight this would be far more awkward. Despite his subservient position between Shigaraki's legs, he's able to at least still look steady. He looks like he knows what he's doing.]

Really, none? You're asking me to do this and you don't do it yourself?

[a beat]

[glances at Shigaraki's hands]

[yeah, no, wait, he should have known]

Never mind. [He swaps from his dominant to non-dominant hand, keeping up the gentle pressure and feeling out of the other's sensitivities. With his dominant hand free, he'll pull it back and carefully spit in it. It's a pain to do with how little he's had to drink lately but it was better than the alternatives.]

[He's able to move a bit more quickly with some form of lubricant. It helps ease a bit of that friction between their dry skin. He can feel it getting stiffer under his careful application of pressure and movement. Despite what the hell he's doing, he looks pretty focused on it. For as lazy as he looked, Shouta Aizawa wasn't the type to do a task half-assed. Not when anything important was on the line.]

You think I've got time to do it myself?

[That's his excuse and he's sticking to it. Still it's irritating that the hero would try to embarrass him like this- he should be mad right? But Shigaraki can't stay mad, not with the gentle pressure still on his shaft.

He breathes hard, harder still when Aizawa's hand moves with less resistance. It really doesn't take much to get him going. Aizawa's focused look certainly helps too since Shigaraki's focus moves between Aizawa's hand and then to his face. Unsure of what to do or watch while he slowly comes undone.

Shigaraki's mouth hangs open in a silent moan, making little breathy sounds on each downward stroke.]

Yeah. [He squirms a little, the feeling drowning out any thoughts or words he wanted to say to look imposing. At least it's a pleasurable feeling and not one of emotional rage.] Fuck.

[Right, time, of course. He buys that excuse about as much as he'd buy a fashionable vest: never, unless under threat of death.]

[It was a bit of a relief, to be honest. The lack of experience would make his job easier. Shigaraki would (hopefully) be satisfied with less. Maybe he'd be lacking stamina and this whole ordeal could at least be quick. If given time it would certainly escalate but, well, he'd only be stuck doing this until they were rescued.]

[He adds a bit more spit to his hand, leaving only the briefest pause. It was surreal, to have the leader of the League of Villains groaning under his touch. It was certainly better than his usual commentary, though. If he could keep the younger man off-guard, then he'd have fewer headaches. He picks up the pace a bit. He didn't need to have any standards for the quality of it. He was sure just making Shigaraki come would be enough for now.]

Any time you're ready, [he murmurs, only glancing up for a second. He didn't really need to see the other's face. He's not sure he wants to.]

[Who knows how far this would go? Shigaraki's young, inexperienced, and has a lot of pent up feelings with no healthy outlet to express himself aside from his fucked up hardon for killing heroes. Maybe this would do him some good and mellow him out. Or maybe this relationship Shigaraki's asking for would make him more unhinged.

Speaking of unhinged- Shigaraki's close, biting down on his lip and clenching his fist. It's almost laughable how little he lasted. He thought this would be drawn out and something he could use to lord over the hero. Say some bit about how the mighty have been reduced to degraded acts.

But he doesn't get to do any of that. Instead he comes.

With a strangled groan, his body seizes hard from the unfamiliar release of pleasure. It almost hurts how good this feels as he gasps for air. It's exactly what Aizawa predicted- he lacked the stamina for this kind of job because not only does he come quickly but it's left him feeling drained.

When the orgasm dies down, he smirks looking down at Aizawa, noticing that the other wasn't looking up at him.]

Hey. [It kinda pisses him off that he isn't being watched.] Look up, hero.

[Ah, there it was. Aizawa shifts his hands, making sure one is up there to catch the release. As satisfying as it would be to watch him stain his own clothes, he would rather play it safe. Even if there ended up being a mess in his hand.]

[He's glancing down at the pearlescent splatter in his hand when Shigaraki calls to him.]

Hm? [He looks up. With the moment passed it's a little less intimate. It's less strange for him to make eye contact. He'd seen Shigaraki close up but he hadn't really taken in the face without a hand blocking it. His eyes were so sunken. He looked like he didn't have a damn idea of how to care for himself. Aizawa was the expert at that, after all.]

What? Did I pass, or not? [He performed his service. He could see where this went next. He'd prefer out of this dim, cramped room. Maybe food or water. Still, he's not allowed to call those shots.]

Hmm. [He doesn't want to 'pass' the other so quickly. This felt easy, like somehow Aizawa cheated. Suspicious. But he'd done exactly what was asked of him.] Seems kinda easy doesn't it?

[Shigaraki moves to put himself away, zipping the front of his pants. He's still feeling like mush. But he knows he's going to have to get up. Eventually someone has to feed his new pet. Eventually he pushes up from his chair, wobbling a little before he's able to stand straight.]

You passed. [He says begrudgingly.] Should I bring you something to eat, Aizawa?

[Aizawa waits. He doesn't respond when Shigaraki comments, trying to consider what else he could do. It was better just to let him think, respond if asked directly. He didn't want to get himself into a worse situation somehow.]

[He's lucky enough to have passed, for now.]

[Shigaraki wobbles a bit and Aizawa doesn't comment on it. It was another sign of inexperience. He was certainly easy, for now.]

I would appreciate that. [He didn't like the fact it implied he was staying in here. He could ask about cozier accommodations after he'd eaten. Maybe he could at least get a sleeping bag in exchange for another quick service.]

... a tissue or something, too. [he is not gonna wipe his hand off on his hero uniform, ok]

A tissue? What for? To cry? [Oh. Right. Clue goo. He walks, wow it's hard to walk, over to a dresser drawer and pulls out a small hand towel to toss over at Aizawa. Here you go Big Hero Man. One towel to wipe your tears on.]

I'll be back. Do make yourself comfortable.

[And just like that he leaves the room, still stumbling. There really isn't much to make anyone comfortable in that room except maybe turn on a light. The only apparent furniture in the room is that chair and a mattress that's been pushed over out of the way. This was definitely Shigaraki's room and not some extra prisoner hold.

By the time he comes back into the room, he's definitely got his feet back on the ground. He's brought back two small bags of food, and a generously sized water bottle.]

Don't worry, I made sure someone fed your student. That's why it took so long.

[Of his male students, he can only think of one or two who would miss the obvious meaning of the tissue request. So, again, teenage boys were more accelerated on this thing than his new temporary boss. Well, again, that should make his job simpler.]

[He nods at Shigaraki as he goes, listening to the click of the lock with a sort of resignation. He wipes off his hand. He could have just wiped it anywhere but there was, of course, the fact he shouldn't piss Shigaraki off and the fact he'd probably have to crash on that mattress. He could be forced to sleep at the foot of the mattress, maybe, depending on how literally he decided to take a pet angle. Ah. How irritating.]

[He doesn't nap while waiting. He checks out the room a little more carefully, now that his movement wasn't limited. He doesn't dare touch the computer, though, as any input to that could be viewed as insubordination. He kills time. He does some push-ups. He sincerely considers leaving the dirty hand towel on Shigaraki's chair to see if he notices.]

[He's sitting and staring at nothing when the lock clicks again and the door opens.]

Ah, good. He's still growing, after all. [It's a pretty casual exchange for where they are. Still, if maintaining some degree of politeness made this all go smoother, well. He could do that, for a while.]

Is he? He seems to think he's the best already with no room to grow.

[The door shut behind him with a soft click, walking over towards Aizawa. He sets the water bottle down on the floor gently in front of his new underling and holds one of the bags out to him between three fingers. It's two small burgers and fries ~~from McDonalds~~ with little packets of condiments.]

Hey. Want to see what's on the news?

[It's a rhetoric question as he sets his own food bag down on his chair to go over to his computer. With a few careful keyboard strokes he pulls up a news streaming sight and turns the monitor over to where Aizawa and his chair are. Shigaraki turns up the volume for Aizawa before heading back into his chair to climb in it and eat.

News reporters are already buzzing on the scene of the training camp, detailing the kind of attacks that were being reported and the number of casualties. The two missing people unaccounted for as well as the villains that were arrested. Like all news reports, it has 'professionals' trying to discuss what had happened, what went wrong, and what the goals of the villains were.]

So, what do you think? What went wrong Aizawa? [He asks as he pulls a french fry out of the bag with two fingers.]

[He'd almost be excited to see that fast food bag if he wasn't in such a horrible situation right now. He's already starting on the first burger by the time Shigaraki has started the whole set-piece of putting on the news.]

[It's surreal to see. It doesn't feel real. Very little about this situation had felt real. Still, there was the evidence right in front of him. It'd be illogical to deny it. Neither he or Bakugou are mentioned by name. He tries not to appear entirely affected by it. He tries to keep his expression flat as he chews.]

[The numbers were still sketchy. Students were being admitted to the hospital. Still, it didn't sound like there was any confirmed casualties. That makes his shoulders relax every so slightly.]

[That evens out the distaste of seeing all these talking heads speculating. There was criticism of the school, criticism of the leadership... apparently it was already decided that within a day or so the school would have a press conference regarding the issue. Well, at least he doesn't have to face the cameras.]

Our attempts to limit information failed. You were still able to locate our updated location. [He can't expect to be told how, not with just a handjob to prove his loyalty.]

We could have cancelled it entirely but, like with the sports festival before it, we didn't want to show weakness. [A pause for another bite, a drink of water. There wasn't a lot of hesitation as he spoke. He wasn't above admitting his own flaws. Admitting and analyzing flaws was the only way to prevent them from happening again. And, of course, he was determined there would be an "again" for him.]

If we'd even brought our foot down and nixed the test of courage we would have been more closely grouped to endure that attack, as well.

Is that so? Well, even if you had cancelled your little summer training program, I would have found a way to get what I wanted. [He says with a mouthful of fries. How much of that is true is up for debate because this attack wouldn't have been nearly successful without U.A.'s attempt at being brave in the face of the villains lurking nearby. Getting what you want with the bonus of taking a good jab at U.A.'s reputation is just 10/10 would attack children again kind of success.

He swallows, pointing at the news report.]

Look. They're saying such nice things about me. That Hero Killer isn't even in the spotlight anymore. [There's a grin on his face that the League of Villains is getting credited for the attack. Obviously they're not saying nice things about Shigaraki and his band of Stain wannabes. But they're noticing him, being afraid of him, and bringing back the face of his organization into spotlight. This is the kind of dangerous news reporting that gives villains lurking in the shadows the courage to do more spontaneous and wild attacks. Of course... neither Aizawa or Shigaraki know what's yet to come- a battle of ultimate evil and ultimate justice that will shake up the status quo entirely. All thanks to Shigaraki's efforts.

Till then though, he's content with being in the spotlight.]

Look, they're even saying nice things about you too. How brave you are for protecting all those students. [And also how stupid the teachers of U.A. were for continuing on with the training.] So what do you think they'll say at that press conference?

[There's no denial about the information failure. That comment, about he would have found a way, only reinforces the idea there may be some sort of leak. He and the principal had talked about it before in hushed tones. Don't tell anyone else, he'd said, in that light and airy tone that was still deadly serious. It will only cause worry until we're sure.]

[He keeps eating, idly listening to the news report. The Hero Killer incident was bad enough. It encouraged villains under a guise of righteousness. If heroes were unjust, it was fine to strike back against those heroes. That started a spark. Shigaraki was stoking that fire, trying to make it large enough for just or unjust to not matter. Heroes were failures, villains could lash out, and there would be chaos.]

I don't really care what they say about me. [He'll make that clear. He didn't behave the way he did for any media praise. It was annoying enough to hear the media using him to try and prove their point one way or another. He may have to tarnish his image more. If he acted like it would be the end of the world, then Shigaraki would try to get him on camera as soon as possible.]

... people won't be satisfied with idle condolences or weak words. [one burger down, time to grab the other one while idly discussing what the principal would do in his absence.]

Still, it's not like they can make a particularly dramatic statement. Probably a promise to cooperate with police. Maybe another revised school safety plan. [nom nom] ... he's probably going to push for the first years to try for hero licensure. We'd been discussing it before.

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