dryeyes | VILLAINS open post

[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.

[He listens to what Aizawa has to say, chewing thoughtfully at his own burger. Even if Aizawa had been upset about his image, Shigaraki wouldn't force him on camera. Too risky because the other could somehow send out a coded message to the pros or deviate from his script. Shigaraki liked to brag but... the news was already doing enough to stroke that childish ego of his.

He nods in agreement about U.A.'s statement. The public definitely won't accept condolences or weak words. Not when a good number of students were hospitalized. They especially wouldn't accept such apologies with the news that there was a missing student and teacher.]

Hmm? I'm not surprised that you lot keep pushing your brats. [He smacks his lips from the burger. I physically cringe writing that.]

U.A. is so easy, you guys try to make it seem like you've learned from the last attack and amp up security but you're just making it easier for us to press the advantage.

[From the feeble gate security where Shigaraki himself stole the schedule with the USJ activities on it to the ill attempts at hiding the summer camp festivities, the more U.A. tried to be 'brave' the more the villains seemed to find cracks to slip through.]

[It's amazing he has lips to smack like that. Still, Aizawa doesn't care for manners. Whether there are napkins in the back or not he wipes his lips on his sleeve.]

[His words are irritating, though. Whether they'd made it easier or not they certainly hadn't made the students any safer. Their failure was ringing in his own ears. He knew the strange adrenaline of being captured was going to keep him afloat for a while. He could hold on a while. He had to learn something here.]

We were built on Plus Ultra. It's in our nature. [Even him, despite his cold and logical exterior.]

Besides, if they get a provisional license they'll be able to respond to your attacks, even without my authorization. [Not that they couldn't before. They'd just be safer, protected from the legal red tape of doing so, able to try and save their own lives.]

Are you going to try to stop them? [from getting that tool?]

That's right. You've got that annoying little phrase.

[They're like two peas in a pod because Shigaraki also uses his sleeves as napkins. Not just the back of the sleeve but the whole damn sleeve.]

No. I won't stop them. [He sets the trash from his meal down on the floor. Shigaraki might not have any manners, or the ability to take care of himself, but he doesn't live in a mess.]

It'll just mean bigger headlines when I take them down again. Young heroes, crushed in their prime by villains. How can we trust them if the heroes of tomorrow can't stand up to the villains of today?

[Well, it just wasn't logical to live in a mess. There were things that worked and things that didn't. He doesn't consider it a similarity, though. It would take much more time than he'd care to spend to see similarities between them.]

... if I can speak bluntly, [which, what a funny statement for the two of them right here right now. He really shouldn't speak bluntly. Still, he was asking permission without waiting for it to be granted. It was just in his nature to speak bluntly. It was in his nature to examine a plan carefully and consider those flaws, even if it belonged to his enemies.]

Just targeting the children won't send a message. It just shows you're merciless. [Shigaraki has enough tools at his disposal to prove he was merciless whenever he wanted. People would be scared. They wouldn't change. They'd either accept the inevitability of villains or search for another hero.]

If you were to do something like that, you'd want to point the blame at institutions. Either the hero prep courses for sending kids out too early or the government for allowing them to get licensed in the first place.

[... it was also technically in his own interest, to imply that students wouldn't need to be sought out, crippled, traumatized, or killed.]

That's just what I think. [And back to eating his fries, glancing at the ticker scrolling by on the bottom of the monitor screen.]

I can do both. [Shigaraki has already proven how merciless he is. The public might not have known the full details of the USJ incident but those involved, those who knew about All Might's situation? They knew just how much worse Shigaraki's Nomu made it. The public at Hosu already experienced a taste of his reign of horror with the three Nomus he used to cause chaos. People would always remember the chilling incident of Stain thanks to the news outlets. But those that were in Hosu, personally would remember the fear they felt as horrifying brain-mutants attacked and trashed the city. The full on attack against students in the forest also proved just how terrifying he could be with his tools.

If Shigaraki wanted to do something, or prove his point in something. He had the means to do so and has already done so time and time again.]

I can't go easy on the children, Aizawa. I've only promised you the safety of one. [He understands Aizawa's interests. He's no fool.] The public always mourns the loss of kids, of futures lost before they even make a name for themselves.

But you know what would be even more fun? Removing that thorn from society for good, the one you call the symbol of peace? [He hums thoughtfully.] Now. That would surely get people upset.

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