From Prisoners to Partners
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When a villainous monster loses all hope after being defeated, he finds more than he could have ever hoped for in prison.
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**A My Hero Academia Fanfiction:
From Prisoners to Partners** _by RVasil
Commissioned by: Splendidguy44
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The world as we know it has changed.
About 80 percent of the human population has some kind of special trait. They are called Quirks. Ranging from the mundane, to the fantastical, Quirks give the user the ability to do extraordinary things that were once thought to be impossible. Some can fly, some can firebreathe, some can bend space around them, others wouldn't even be classified as human at all because their Quirks change their appearance; truly, Quirks made the once boring, normal human society, to that of a superhuman one.
Yes, with the rise of Quirks, came those who seek to use it to do evil. To seek harm on their fellow man and wreak havoc, to sow anarchy and chaos; individuals who would stop at nothing to change and shape the world to what they wanted it to be. But, there is no darkness without light. With the rise of villainy, it was only natural that heroes came about to do battle against them. To right the wrongs, and maintain peace and order. Fights broke out as heroes fought with villains to try and bring them down. Sometimes villains win, and sometimes the heroes. It was a never ending struggle.
Truly, the world had changed.
For times when heroes win, and they are able to bring down their opponent, these quirk infused criminals would be imprisoned. For those posing a threat to humanity itself, they were relegated to Tartarus, the highest maximum security prison for high profile villains. The kind of place where they'd lock you in, and vaporize the key afterwards. For B Tier villains however, Purgatory was what awaited them. Located at a secluded island far away from civilization and only accessible by boat or by helicopter, Purgatory stood silent, quiet, and a home for criminals with a life sentence, serving as a place for them to live the rest of their miserable lives with no chance of parole. Jagged rocks, deep waters with powerful currents, watch towers manned twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, Purgatory boasted no escapees ever since being built.
Purgatory would make Alcatraz green with envy.
Located in one of the many technically sophisticated buildings, was Cell Block Z. The current time was 11:45. It was time for lunch. A loud buzzing noise roused the quiet Cell Block, waking some sleeping prisoners, and annoying others who just wanted to get it over with. One after the other, the inmates place their hands at the space between the bars underneath the machine, to get themselves cuffed. The technical marvel whirled to life, wrapping metallic prison cuffs around their wrists and locking itself automatically.
A voice came through the speakers. "Alright, boys and girls, it's 11:45. You know what time it is." Another buzz, and the cell doors unlocked one by one. Ceiling mounted cameras with guns attached to them carefully scanned through the line of prisoners who were slowly moving out, and heading to the cafeteria. Looking out for any sign of nuisance, ready to shoot to kill at any sudden moves. Anyone who dared to use their Quirk was going to end up spraying the wall next to them with their blood.
One of the prisoners who was walking through the halls was a man named Chimera.
Large, imposing, and intimidating, if you squint hard enough you might even mistake him for a brick wall. Chimera was wide as he was tall, easily towering over his other fellow inmates, who gave the man his much needed space. Nobody dared to get close to him, either out of fear, out of respect, and at worst, out of disgust. Unlike the people around him, Chimera wasn't a person, or at least he didn't look like one. His Quirk being the same as his name, the man looked like a monster resembling a hybrid between different animals. If you wanted to be specific, Chimera was part person, part wolf, part eagle, and part crocodile; body, head, hands, and tail respectively.
Chimera ignored the side glances he got and continued to look straight ahead. How long has it been now? Two weeks? Three months? Time seemingly dilated ever since he got incarcerated here at Purgatory. It only seemed like yesterday that he was a free man, out and about, walking the streets of the city. Time that seemed so far away now. Time that he had hoped would have been used to change the world. With a slump in his shoulders, and a seemingly permanent scowl on his face, Chimera continued forward.
This was NOT how he imagined his life going.
Purgatory's cafetera wasn't anything to write home about. Tables here, food there, you eat, you go; loitering wasn't allowed, and talking was kept a minimum. The latter wasn't that it was against the rules but rather the inmates mostly kept to themselves. Serial killers, bank robbers, and mercenaries weren't exactly the sociable types. Amusingly enough, each had a small group of their own and mostly kept to themselves; a clique of sorts.
For Chimera however, he sat by himself.
Not that he minded. He was used to it, and he liked the peace and quiet. It allowed him to think and reflect on what he was going to do with his life now. Was Nine still out there? What about Slice? Mummy even? They weren't exactly his friends, but they were the closest he had to having one. They were the only people who he ever got along with. Chimera quietly ate the food on his plate. It tasted bland, almost making him think the main ingredient was cardboard. But he had to admit, actually having food ON a plate was a nice change of pace. The notion made the unappetizing food a little bit palatable.
"Excuse me."
At first Chimera wasn't sure if the voice he heard was directed to him. But after a brief moment and the presence of someone was still behind him, he turned around. His eyes landed on a fellow inmate. A lean frame, short, and ultimately unremarkable, were the first things that popped into his mind. He could probably break the guy in half like a toothpick. "What?" Chimera asked, his eyes locking onto the guy's face.
"Is this seat taken?"
It was an innocent question. Chimera's eyes darted to the spare seat next to him, then back to the person. A part of him wondered what the guy's deal was. Ultimately, he just shrugged. He supposed there was a first time for everything. "No," he answered gruffly, before turning back to his food. "Go ahead."
"Thanks." The person then placed his tray of food and sat next to him. "There weren't any other vacant tables," the person reasoned. Chimera acknowledged his answer with a disinterested nod, preferring to be lost in his thoughts. He stared at the empty cup of yogurt, wondering if the answer to all his problems lied at the bottom of it.
"Are you new here?" asked the person next to him. "I don't think I've seen you before."
"Yes."
There was another short silence. He was waiting for it. Like a natural gut reaction, he knew it was going to come up and he mentally had to prepare for it. "Nice dreads," the person said.
Chimera was about to speak, when he stopped himself before any word came out of his mouth. Did he just...? Before Chimera could comprehend what just occurred, three people walked up to their table. It baffled him as to why he was suddenly getting company, but then he realized they weren't there for him.
"You think you're slick do you, Mirror?"
The man next to Chimera perked up. "Hey guys," he said, sounding almost comically friendly given the tone of the conversation. "What's up? Did something happen?" Chimera just watched with half interest. Given the stance of the three, he had a feeling where this was going. He didn't have to have a special Quirk to know that an altercation was brewing.
"Playing dumb, are we?" the guy in the middle said. He was taller than his companions, but a head shorter than Chimera. His prison jumpsuit's sleeves were rolled up, a vain attempt at trying to stand out and have some semblance of identity. "You know what you did."
Mirror placed a finger on his chin, thinking for a brief moment. "Was this about yesterday? I thought you guys liked what I did."
The two people behind the leader looked around, seemingly watching out for any guards that were patrolling the cafeteria. The guards were there, but they had their attention elsewhere. For a brief moment of time, the five of them had a sliver of privacy. "You did a shit job, Mirror. I paid good money for those shivs!" the leader voiced out. His eyes glanced at Chimera. "You think being around this guy would deter us? Huh? You think I'm scared of him? I've taken down fuckers uglier and meaner than he is."
Chimera felt a vein strain at the side of his forehead. The words cut through him like a hot knife. He reacted by glaring back at the leader. He didn't know what the hell was going on between these two, but at that given moment he didn't care. He wouldn't let anyone insult him like that straight to his face.
Never. Ever. Again.
The next few beats that passed happened rapidly.
One moment, the five of them were staring at each other. Chimera angrily staring down the person who insulted him. The three responded back equally. Mirror was the only one who was seemingly oblivious to the tension, leaning back on the table lethargically. Then, like a flash in the pan, an explosion of action soon followed. The leader, clearly frustrated at not being taken seriously, decided to vent his anger by sending a fist flying straight at Mirror. The man saw this coming however, and evaded. He ducked, the punch whizzing past his head. Mirror responded by elbowing the leader in the gut, making him keel over in response. The leaders' lackeys soon followed, charging straight at Mirror who tossed their leader to the side.
Mirror handled them well, easily evading their attempts to punch and kick him. Chimera was at the back however, standing up to glare down at the leader who was recovering. He spat at the back of his head. "Fuck you," he growled, before kicking the man in the face. Blood splattered onto the tiled floor as his nose was broken. He cried out in pain.
At that point, all hell broke loose.
It seemed that the three weren't alone. A few were watching at the sidelines, and after seeing their gang leader get manhandled, wasn't going to sit idly by. Chimera soon found three people charging straight at him, armed with makeshift plastic shivs. Compared to what he saw earlier, these looked better, and thus were more dangerous. He angrily shoved one man at the side, making him fly straight at one of the tables. The rowdy fighting finally caught the attention of the guards and alarms were raised.
The noise blared through the speakers but the chaos was already in motion. Chimera was smacking people left and right, his quirk in full effect. The shock collar he wore soon triggered, giving his entire body a lively jolt. Shock collars were implemented to keep prisoners in check. They automatically trigger at any sign of using one's quirk, and were used as a means to pacify. Being shocked by one would be akin to being struck by a lightning bolt. Most individuals would pass out due to the sheer overload to the senses and not to mention the pain. But for Chimera, the buzz was barely noticeable through his anger.
Maybe it was a fight he needed.
After being cooped up and alone with his thoughts, illogical fighting somehow helped him relax. It allowed him to vent his frustration, albeit not necessarily in a healthy way. His anger at his situation, his anger at himself, and his anger at society. His anger...at being by himself.
Behind him was Mirror, holding off his own. This was not how Mirror imagined his lunch going. He was actually looking forward to a peaceful one, but unfortunately that was not the agenda for the day. He turned around, wondering where his unfortunate companion was. It was at that moment he saw an inmate running straight at the person in question. Chimera was far too busy handling thugs at the front that he was unaware of his back. Mirror, acting out of instinct, reached his hand out and triggered his quirk.
Appearing instantly, a whilte silvery glass plate solidified itself out of nowhere just as the inmate attempted to punch Chimera in the back.. The inmate reeled back from the pain, his hand feeling numb. Sensing that someone was behind him, Chimera smacked him away with a flick of his tail. He turned around to find Mirror passed out on the ground, his shock collar in full effect. What had happened?
But before he could even figure out what occurred, guards finally arrived on the scene. Without even skipping a beat, they fired tasers at Chimera. He cried out in pain, the electricity coursing through him tenfold.
The last thing he saw were the guards surrounding him.
0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0
Images of what happened flashed through Chimera's eyes as he mentally drifted in and out of consciousness. At some point they were being dragged across the floor, the guards struggling to carry his big body back to what he assumed was his prison cell. The next image was of him laying flat on the cold examination table. The harsh fluorescent lights of the infirmary threatened to blind him. A person wearing green scrubs patiently looked over him, clearly making sure if he was physically fine. Chimera turned his head, his eyes trying to focus to see more of where he was. Across from him was Mirror, the comparatively smaller person looking slightly worse for wear. He was covered in scratches, and a couple of bruises decorated his face. The medical personnel was gently dabbing the side of Mirror's face with a cotton ball and what Chimera assumed was alcohol. The man turned his head the other way and his eyes landed on an interesting sight.
A viewing glass was built into the wall, meant to let anyone outside oversee what was occurring inside the infirmary. Through it, Chimera saw a man, standing out like a sore thumb. Wearing an iron pressed black suit, and a sharp red tie, dark shades accompanied by a slick fedora hat, the man watched quietly.For a brief moment, Chimera could feel their eyes locking with one another.
Was he the Overseer? The Head Warden? Chimera didn't know, and honestly, couldn't care less. To him, the man was just another authority figure, a faceless entity set in place to make sure he didn't break any more rules. Chimera snorted, laying his head back down to look straight up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes, and just dejectedly let out a sigh.
After their short trip to the infirmary, unsurprisingly, Chimera wasn't escorted back to his prison cell. No, for rowdy inmates like him, solitary confinement was what awaited. Or what he assumed was like it. It was definitely a smaller cell, and there was no window in sight. The room was pitch black, or at least he presumed that was the intention. It was only thanks to the fact that his Quirk had a passive ability of giving him wolf-like eyes that allowed him to see even with the smallest hints of light.Through the darkness Chimera could make out a toilet at the far corner. There was no bed in sight, only the hard concrete floor, wall, and ceiling to serve as surfaces for him to lay on. The man let out a short huff. The only thing missing was a piece of cardboard and it would have been a perfect replica of his first home. He stood up, walking to the other side of the room to see a large thick steel door. It served as the only entrance and exit to his cell, and it was shut tight.
He raised his fist to lightly tap it, the metal letting out an audible echo.
Chimera snorted. This door was nothing for him. With one simple swing of his arms, he could break it off its hinges and easily break out of his cell. It was easy, and he wouldn't even break a sweat. But just as the idea entered his mind, it left. What was the point of it?
The idea of breaking out of prison had entered Chimera's mind numerous times. From the sneaky approach, all the way to the chaotic, his bored mind had thought and entertained the notion from start to finish. He had it all planned out. One version had him pretending to be sick, getting sent to the infirmary. From there, he'd knock the doctor and guards out, and make his way to one of the many laundry rooms. The prison's laundry wasn't done on site, and it was actually shipped out of the island. If he could successfully hide in those bags of dirty clothing, it was an easy ticket out. Another version was him causing a commotion at the prison yard. It would actually be a combined effort, roping in some inmates who wanted to bust out. A fight would play out, and somewhere down the line he would throw one of the inmates at the guard towers. From there, they'd take control of the guns and a prison riot would commence.
It was very easy for Chimera to do all of it.
But one question kept him ultimately in place, better than any security system in the world: why?
What was the point of it? There was nothing out there for him. If he did succeed in getting out, he'd be nothing more than a fugitive, forever running from the law for the rest of his life. He had no family waiting for him, no friends to help him hide from authorities. That was why he joined Nine's crew. He believed in Nine's ideology. That together they could change the world to something they wanted, something that was just right for them. Now, that dream was nothing more, and it left Chimera a broken man. As he sat there in the darkness, alone with his thoughts, he wondered if it was even worth living at this point. A part of him looked back, wishing that whatever had happened to Nine, had happened to him too.
Because right now, the loneliness was just unbearable.
"Ughhhhhh."
The sound of someone groaning pulled Chimera out of whatever depths his mind was going to. He looked around and wondered where it was coming. That was when he realized it was from the cell next to him, the noise coming in through the air vents.
"My head..."
He recognized the voice. It was Mirror.
Chimera let out a sigh. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"Huh? Who's there?"
"It's me, the voice in your head," Chimera said flatly.
"W-what? Wait...that voice...Chimera? Where are you?"
He just rolled his eyes in response. "Look up."
"I don't see anything."
Right...Chimera was the only one who had the ability to see that well in the dark. "I'm at the cell next door," he answered. "My voice is coming through the air vent."
"Oh...I see. I'm fine by the way. Just a little sore, but nothing that I'm not used to," Mirror responded. "How about you?"
"I've had worse," Chimera answered. He wasn't one to talk, but having someone to talk with at the moment helped keep his mind free from anymore of the disturbing thoughts. "How long do you think we're going to be in here?"
There was a brief pause as Mirror pondered on the question. "I don't know. We kind of really made a mess back at the cafeteria. We'll be in time out for a while."
Chimera's brow rose. "We? Last I checked, they were after you."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Mirror responded. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I wasn't expecting Shadow to actually use the shivs I made literally the day after. I was hoping to actually have a decent lunch with you."
"...So you intentionally sat with me then?" The notion baffled Chimera. "Why?"
"Because I wanted to hang out with you."
The answer sounded so naive and simplistic, Chimera couldn't tell if Mirror was joking or not. "You don't even know who I am."
"Why do you think I wanted to hang out with you then?" Mirror then let out a sigh. "I saw you being by yourself for a while now. I found it odd that the other prisoners would avoid such a large and imposing person. That's normally the type of dude you'd like to have around with you in prison after all."
Chimera felt like he was hearing a madman talk to him. Aside from Nine and company, no one ever really dared to get near his presence, either out of fear, out of intimidation, or both. Hearing Mirror talk about wanting to socialize with him so candidly threw him off kilter.
"So," Mirror began. "What are you in for anyways?"
"Why do you want to know?" Chimera asked, sounding a bit annoyed. He still wasn't sure whether he wanted Mirror around him or not.
"I don't know," Mirror answered. Chimera could almost see him shrugging. "It's at least something we can talk about."
"And what if I didn't want to talk about it?"
Mirror pouted. "Oh don't be like that. I can already feel myself going insane from the lack of people around me." He then paused for a moment. "You're not a child enthusiast, are you?!"
"A child...what? No! Of course not!" Chimera shook his head vehemently. "It's something more humane. I killed people."
"Tell me about it."
Chimera snorted. "I just did."
"No I mean, tell me about it!" Mirror responded. "I don't think I've ever seen, or heard of you before. Were you a hitman or something?"
Chimera wondered whether he should answer the question or not, but then he figured Mirror was going to pester him endlessly either way, so he decided to just get it over with. "No, I am not," he answered. "I'm a villain."
"Like a 'villain' villain?"
"Yes, a villain. Though, I'm not as high profile enough to be recognizable."
"Oh...were you part of a group?"
"I..." Chimera snorted. "...was."
"Are they here?"
"No, and honestly...I don't know where they are. They could be dead already."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Mirror responded.
Chimera shook his head. He wanted to at least change the dour tone of their conversation. "You've been asking me questions left and right. How about you? What are you in for?"
"And here I thought you'd never ask." Chimera could almost see the cheeky smile on Mirror's face. "I'm actually a hitman."
Chimera paused. He then snorted, before ultimately bursting out laughing. "W-w-what is it?! Was it something I said?"
It took a moment for him to regain his composure. That was probably the first time he ever laughed heartily for quite a long time. He couldn't even remember the last time he laughed out of pure enjoyment, let alone due to a social conversation. "You?" Chimera barked. "A hitman? You're joking, right? I could probably bend you in half and you'd snap like a toothpick!"
"No, I'm not joking," Mirror replied, sounding annoyed and a bit hurt. "Do I seriously look that disarming to you?"
"Yeah, you do," Chimera answered bluntly. "What kind of hitman were you?"
"I was a sniper; one shot, one kill, that sort of thing. I was mostly hired to do impossible hitjobs."
"Impossible hitjobs?" Chimera repeated. "What do you mean?"
"My call sign is Mirror for a reason," he answered proudly. "I can curve bullets."
"Okay now you're just fucking with me."
Mirror chuckled. "Well, more ricochet, than curve.I can shoot whatever you're holding accurately from 700 yards away. If the right bullet path needs me to do trickshots, then my Quirk can help with it."
"What is your Quirk anyway?"
"Deflection," Mirror answered flatly. "It's nothing fancy like yours. I'm not built like a brickhouse, nor do I have the strength to break someone in half. It's more of a defensive Quirk rather than an offensive one. I can conjure up surfaces of any size and anything that hits it can be deflected straight back, or if you're smart like me, at an angle. The best part is, it conserves momentum and energy, so you're not losing power."
"Is that what you did?" Chimera asked. He thought back to what had happened earlier. "I had a feeling a guy was going to hit me in the back but when I turned to look, it looked like he hit something and bounced back instead."
"Yeah, pretty much."
Chimera then decided to be straight forward. "Why? I didn't need your help. I could have tanked that punch easy. It might have even tickled a little."
There was a pause before Mirror responded. Chimera wondered if he was choosing his words carefully. In the end, Mirror answered, saying, "I don't know; out of habit I suppose? I didn't exactly want my new friend to get hurt."
Friend? "You know the whole reason we're in solitary confinement is because of you, right?"
"You don't have to remind me." Mirror lamented. "I was just trying to be nice. Everyone was avoiding you like you had the plague. I wanted to hang out with you because you were by yourself."
"I neither need, nor want your pity."
"And I'm not giving it," Mirror corrected. "I'm just saying that I can relate to feeling shunned and that in of itself is worse than being stuck in this hell hole. Besides, you could have said no when I asked if I could sit with you."
Chimera's brow rose. Mirror was, as much as Chimera didn't want to admit it, brought up a very good point. A very good, valid, and quite annoyingly, correct point. Maybe they did have something in common.
Loners who just needed company.
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Time while in solitary confinement dilated unnaturally.
Being separated from the general prison population, Chimera and Mirror were subjected to their own schedule. They were only allowed to eat by themselves, and even at different times of the day. Even when it came to showering, they were escorted. Guards were present while the two of them washed their bodies in the shower room. It didn't bother Chimera as much. If anything, he actually liked the fact that he could shower in peace. The peace and quiet soothed his troubled mind. Mirror was occupying the free standing shower a few blocks from him, trying to mind his own business. While he wanted to give Chimera his privacy, the man found it difficult not to stare. Chimera's body truly lived up to his name. A humanoid figure, definitely, but made up of different animal parts. It was like someone decided to go crazy with a blender. He looked like what someone would envision as the monster hiding in the dark shadows in a horror film.
But after getting past the superficial observation, Mirror could tell that Chimera worked hard to achieve the body that he had. Compared to him, Chimera was a big man with well toned muscles and a washboard like abs. If he weren't so scary, he could probably appear in a magazine for physical fitness.
The attention wasn't lost to Chimera however. He could feel Mirror's eyes on him, and even he allowed himself to indulge in glances when he got the chance. It was only fair after all. Mirror was more tamer, and if a bit dull, by comparison. A lean body like that of a runner, Mirror more so prioritized speed and agility over power and raw strength. He didn't need it after all, given how Mirror preferred taking out his targets from a distance. The one thing that stood out to Chimera the most was Mirror's ass. For someone lean, he was quite curvy, and he had a hard time diverting his eyes. Thankfully, he was cautious enough to not let the man know he was ogling him while they were in the showers.
Being the only company he had, Chimera found himself socializing more with Mirror, if only for the sole reason not to go insane. While he wasn't keen on talking about himself, Chimera began to talk more openly as their topics ranged from the mundane, to the more specific.
"Nine?"
Chimera nodded. "Yeah," he answered. "We wanted to change the world, where the powerful rule." He then chuckled. "Idealistic I know, but at the time, it felt so reachable."
"We all have those kinds of goals," Mirror answered. He was slumped up behind the wall, his head resting on the concrete. "There was a time when I wanted to be a hero, you know?"
"You and every kid in this country." Chimera visibly frowned, remembering that the entire reason he ended up in Purgatory Prison was because of the students from UA. "What happened there?"
Mirror shook his head. "I applied at UA," he answered. "Unfortunately, I flunked the entrance exam." He then paused then corrected himself. "Well, I passed, but not for the Hero Class. Competition was fierce. I was up against Quirks that were far more impressive and flashier. One could manipulate water, another had the ability to teleport, and one could even convert trash into trees. My Quirk wasn't hero material enough."
"That's rough buddy," Chimera said. "So if you didn't end up in the Hero Class, where did you go?"
"General Education," Mirror responded, sounding very spiteful. "It freaking crushed me."
Chimera had a difficult time stopping the side of his mouth from forming a smirk. "Is that your origin story then?"
Mirror laughed out loud. "It might as well be. I eventually dropped out of the program, got into bad company, and well...here I am. How about you? Did you ever want to be a hero?"
"Have you seen my face?"
"Have you seen Endeavor?" Mirror countered.
"Fair point. You didn't answer my question though."
Chimera sighed. "I suppose the idea entered my mind at some point in my life. I was young once, after all." He then shook his head. "But when you grow up being told that you will be nothing more than a villain, it's kind of hard to be something else."
The sound of heavy footfalls interrupted their conversation. Chimera turned to look at the door to see the metal slit slide to the side, and a pair of eyes peered in. A few moments later, the door unlocked and the piece of metal swung to the side. "Get up," the guard said. Chimera rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. His mind wondered what was going on. They had just finished eating and showering hours ago. Where were they being taken this time?
Chimera was soon cuffed and was flanked by two heavily armored and heavily armed guards. To his surprise, Mirror was following right behind them. Their eyes met momentarily and they both nodded in acknowledgement. That was when black sacks were used to cover their heads. "What the?!" Mirror cried out.
"Shut up," one of the guards said, before physically smacking the man with the back of his rifle.
"Ow..." Mirror groaned.
This immediately brought up more questions than answers for Chimera. Throughout the entire time they were being escorted, there was no need for secrecy. What changed now? He tried to keep track of where they were going, plotting a mental map on his head. Straight down the hallway, turning left, then right, and then right again. Were they going in circles? That couldn't be right. At one point, they went on an elevator, and that didn't make any sense. There weren't any elevators near their prison block. What made it worse was that the guards were quiet. At first Chimera dismissed this as normal, but then he realized why: they didn't have radios. There was no radio chatter to fill in the dead air. It was just their heavy footsteps going down the hallway. Eventually, the sound of an electronic door unlocked and they were let in. The guards forcefully guided Chimera and Mirror to sit on a chair, and before long, removed the black sacks on their heads.
Chimera had to blink for a few moments to let his eyes adjust.
"Evening, gentlemen."
Before them stood a man wearing a black suit, with a stark red tie. It took Chimera a few moments to recognize who he was. He had seen him before. It was the same man that was looking at him back at the infirmary. What was he doing here? Even in this dark room, the man still wore the striking black shades. His fedora was placed neatly on his head, just enough to obscure his facial features.
"Can I interest you in coffee?" He spoke calmly, borderline lethargic. He spun the metal spoon in the mug with half interest. Chimera noted the fact that the guards had now moved closer to the door and stayed there.
"Uh...I don't drink coffee," Mirror responded, looking curious and wary of the individual.
"No, thank you," Chimera added.
The man shrugged, opting to take a sip from his dark brew. The man then placed his coffee mug onto the table and then looked at the both of them. "So, how are we feeling?"
Chimera and Mirror glanced at one another. They weren't sure whether to answer the guy's question or not. He sounded far too chipper even though they were in a prison. "It's okay, I don't like doing small talk either." He reached towards the two folders that were lying on the desk in front of him. He sat by the edge of the table and began to read from one of them aloud. "Correct me if I'm saying something wrong: Azakai Ando also known as Mirror. Quirk is named Deflection and it allows you to divert back any incoming attack at you; primarily a defense quirk that was used to great succession for trick shots. It made you the go-to sniper for hit jobs. Unfortunately, you messed up one job, and landed here." The man then closed the folder and placed it on the table. "A life sentence at Purgatory Prison where you are to live the rest of your days away from society. Did I get anything wrong?"
Mirror shook his head. "I didn't mess up my last job. I killed the guy I was supposed to. But I was set up and they gave me the wrong guy"
The man then nodded and reached for the other folder. "Chojuro Kon, also known as Chimera. Quirk is of the same name as the alias, and it speaks for itself. You're like the character a mangaka drew up when they ran out of ideas and decided to just throw shit in a blender and go from there. Wanted for terrorism, crimes against humanity, conspiracy to overthrow society," he paused for a bit, "you even have murder, robbery, battery, assault, damn, your rap sheet is longer than your academic achievements!" He grinned at Chimera who just glared back at him with restrained resentment. "Did I miss something?"
Chimera snorted. "You missed the part where I was known for having a big cock," he cheekily responded.
Mirror glanced at Chimera wondering where that statement came from.
The man didn't flinch, though Chimera swore he saw a smirk at the corner of the man's lips. "Touche." The man in the suit tossed the folder onto the table. "I suppose you're wondering who I am, and why you're here." He adjusted his tie. "I'm Agent Zero from the Hero Public Safety Commission, and I'm here to talk to you about the Hero Initiative."
"The Hero Initiative?" Chimera asked, sounding less enthused. "Is this some new form of torture?"
Zero shrugged. "I guess you could say that. It's all a matter of perspective." He then turned to look at them both. "Judging by your confused reactions you've never heard of it before. Which is good. It means we're doing our jobs right." He cleared his throat. "I could honestly bore you with the long spiel that would explain what it is but I'm not interested in doing that, and would rather just get to the point." He paused for a brief moment, then continued, saying, "I'm here to offer you an opportunity: we, as in the Hero Public Safety Commission, want you to do wetwork for us, in exchange for...better living conditions."
The look on Chimera's face said it all. "What?" He then tried to mull Zero's words over. "You want us...to be heroes?"
"Yes," Zero answered. "Well, no, but yes. It's complicated," he added. "Technically, vigilantes would be the proper word to describe the line of work you'll be doing. Work that includes, and is not limited to, assassination, and espionage."
Mirror blinked. The words that were coming out of Zero's mouth jarred with whatever definition he had of the HPSC. "The government wants to hire us, criminals, to do wetwork?"
Zero smiled. "Exactly! I'm glad we're all on the same page."
There were a lot of questions that buzzed in his head but they all culminated simply to: "Why? Aren't you guys like the good guys? I thought your schtick was having the moral high ground."
Zero let out a sigh, shaking his head. "We take the world for what it is, not what it could be. There is no moral high ground when your opponents aren't governed by the same rules. Which is why we're hiring you. We want you to do the dirty jobs heroes can't do." He then reached out to grab his cup of coffee. It was thankfully still warm.
It was then that Chimera began to laugh. It was a hearty one, almost borderline that of one who just lost their mind. This was one very, sick, and twisted joke. "You're asking me...to be a hero for the fucking people, who don't want me?" he voiced out, the venom thick in his tone. "Why the fuck should I agree to this?"
"Better living conditions," Zero answered. "You'll be transferred out of this prison into a different place, and you get to live a normal life. Or well, as normal as it can be. We'll get in touch with you when we have a mission for you. This is all paid as well. You'll have a flat salary to go with it. You can consider yourself as a 'free man'," Zero used both of his hands to emphasize the quotation marks. "Obviously, if you decline, we'll have to wipe your memory of ever having this conversation. The Hero Initiative is secret for a reason. It's not something we offer up to just any criminal." Zero lowered his now empty coffee mug back to the table. "So, what do you say?"
Chimera wasn't sure what to say. If someone had told him prior to being imprisoned that he would be offered a chance to be a hero in exchange for not being in prison, he would have spat at their face. But now that the option was presented to him, it left him dumb founded.
"I'll take it," Mirror answered, breaking Chimera's train of thought. Chimera glanced at his companion, seeing a look of decisiveness in his eyes. "The floor's concrete has been breaking my back anyways."
"Smart man," Zero responded. He then nodded to the two guards who were at the back. The two large individuals then approached Mirror, and to Mirror's surprise, began to uncuff him. The metal chains dropped to the floor, the metal clang echoing across the room. "Consider it a token of trust," Zero added. His attention then turned to Chimera who was still silently seated in his chair. "How about you, Kon?"
To Chimera, it felt wrong. He was at war with himself. Yes, he wanted to get out of this hell hole. It was driving him insane. But was he willing to do it in exchange for practically serving the people he hated the most? The sole reason why he was doing the things he did that ended him here in the first place. Everything was moving too fast for him to process. At the very least, he wasn't even sure if he was up for the idea of being a government employee for the rest of his life.
"Come on, Chimera," Mirror said. "It's better than being stuck back in the cell."
Mirror did bring up a good point. With a heavy sigh, the large man stood up. "Fine."
Zero's brow rose, but he nonetheless acknowledged the statement. He nodded, and the two guards approached Chimera. They began to unlock the chains that held Chimera's fist together. A few moments later, it dropped to the floor with an unceremonious thud. In a span of a split second, Chimera moved instantly. He grabbed the guard by the neck, caught off guard by the sudden retaliation. He threw the man across the room, making the guard crash straight into the wall. The other was met with the same fate, being grabbed by Chimera's tail and flung right at Zero. Zero just casually ducked, avoiding the guard who groaned painfully as his back collided with the wall. "Really?" Zero muttered, sounding very annoyed.
Chimera however lunged straight at Zero. If there was one thing for sure, he wanted to know if Zero knew what he was doing trying to order him around. Chimera wasn't keen on being someone's pet on a leash, and he wanted to make it known. Mirror, who was still in shock at what was occurring, finally snapped out of the daze he was in. "Chimera! No! Stop!" Zero looked less enthused, and even less intimidated at the large man gunning for him. In response to the violence, he lowered his sunglasses, and looked straight at Chimera.
It happened as quickly as it began.
One moment, Chimera was charging at Zero, and then the next second passed, and Chimera was found laying on the floor, shaking violently. Visible pain etched itself across his face. It was like his entire body was on fire; like a throbbing pain reverberated straight from his brain and travelled across the entirety of his body. It left him paralyzed. His ears deafened from a sickening white noise, vision blurring from the mind melting headache that threatened to split his brain in half. The best he could describe it was the feeling of someone drilling a hole into your skull and turning your brain into mush.
"What did you do to him?!" Mirror cried out.
"Relax," Zero responded. His eyes glowed with an eerie crimson red as his gaze was transfixed onto Chimera. He then raised his sunglasses back up, and Chimera immediately felt relief wash over him. "He's fine," Zero continued.
Chimera could finally feel his lungs again. The flames that seemingly engulfed his entire body disappear, and the pain subsided like they were never there to begin with. "W-what did...what did you do?" he sputtered out, trying to regain his composure. His legs felt like putty, struggling to carry his own body weight.
"Pain. It's my Quirk," Zero answered. He then looked at the both of them. Mirror was helping Chimera up back to sit on the chair. "Let me be clear to the both of you. In exchange for accepting this program, we'll be keeping an eye on you two. If you two try to escape, we will kill you. Do you understand that?" The threat was clear to the both of them. Chimera was surprised that such a Quirk even existed. It could literally take anyone down!
"Understood," Chimera said through gritted teeth. His arms still felt like heavy logs.
"Great!" Zero smiled. "Welcome to the Hero Initiative!"
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What soon transpired was a whirlwind of activity. Chimera and Mirror found themselves being shuffled from one room to another. First was the infirmary. They were given a physical checkup to make sure they were fit and capable. After that, they were handed civilian clothing to change into. By the end of the hour, they were once again standing next to Zero at the office who was accompanied by another agent.
"Alright," Zero glanced at his companion. "Let's get going shall we?"
"Where are we going?" Mirror asked curiously.
"Your safehouse," Zero answered.
Zero's companion snapped his finger and a blue portal appeared in front of them. Chimera and Mirror were taken aback. They were staring into what looked like a living room, in a house far, far away from Purgatory Prison. Quirks involving instantaneous travel was rare. Even more so if it involved great distances. The agent next to Zero barely flinched!
"Follow me," Zero said, stepping through. Mirror and Chimera glanced at one another, before following after him.
The cold, harsh, and unwelcoming atmosphere of Purgatory Prison disappeared behind them and was immediately replaced with the warm, soft, and welcoming glow of the house they were in. Gone were the concrete floor, and windowless walls, and were replaced with hardwood flooring, and a window that allowed Chimera to see outside. The house they were in had a modest yard that looked outwards into a quiet suburban neighborhood that was a fair distance away from what he could see was a big city. They really were out of Purgatory Prison. At that one brief instance, Chimera felt a dark cloud hanging over him dissipated. Whether it was the change of scenery, or something else, the man felt like he could really start over again. The portal closed behind them, effectively leaving them in their brand new location.
"Welcome to the safehouse," Zero announced. He was seated on the green sofa that was in the middle of the room. "This is where you'll be staying."
"Let me guess, we're not allowed to leave the house, are we?" Mirror asked cynically. There had to be a catch somewhere here.
To his surprise however, Zero answered otherwise. "You are actually."
"What?" Mirror asked. Even Chimera was taken aback. Were they giving them that much freedom?
"I did say you are a 'free man', right?" Zero emphasized the words again in quotations.
"You're not worried that we'll try to run away?" Chimer asked the obvious question in the room.
"Don't have to. We know where you are at any given moment, at any given time," Zero answered. "Why do you think we gave those shots to you?"
Chimera's mind flashed back to remembering the doctor in the infirmary injecting him with a syringe containing a small metallic object. "You injected us with a tracker?"
"Exactly. That tracker tells us where you are, and how you're feeling in real time." Zero showed him the screen on his phone. On it, Chimera could see his name in bold letters, accompanied by a dashboard indicating details about him. His heart rate was visible, which showed that it was normal, next to a red dot plotted on a map. It was sophisticated and quite an invasion on privacy.
"Isn't this illegal?" Mirror asked.
Zero's brow rose. "You'd be surprised at what a phone can do nowadays and how much people are willingly giving up their privacy for the ability to have unimportant clout on the internet."
"You didn't answer the question though," Chimera added.
"Weren't you a criminal an hour ago?" Zero cheekily responded. "Anyways, yes, you are free to leave the house anytime you want. I advise you however to be discreet and tell us where you're going ahead of time. We've informed the heroes in this area that we have some operatives stationed here, so they'll turn a blind eye when they happen to see and recognize you."
"What about the people though?" Mirror asked.
"What about them?" Zero asked. "They won't recognize you. Heroes and villains fight everyday, and to the common masses it all blurs. Unless you're someone as big as All Might or All For One, chances are they'll just think you're a normal person walking down the street." He looked at them seriously. "I advise you to play the part convincingly If you do anything you aren't supposed to do, I can easily paralyze you with my Quirk, or we can kill you. It's your choice really." Zero's ability to threaten with a nonchalant tone was something to behold. "We're giving you a lot of leeway here to show you how much we're committed to this initiative. Break it, and we'll break you. Got it?"
"Got it," Chimera responded.
"Good." Zero then took out two phones from his pocket. "Keep this at you at all times, and we'll contact you through it if we have a mission for you. In the meantime," Zero stood up from the couch. "Try to live an honest life." He then excused himself, heading out the front door, to a waiting black van in front of it. A few seconds later, the car drove off, leaving Chimera and Mirror by their lonesome in the house.
It was Mirror who eventually broke the silence. "So...I guess we're roommates now!" He had a grin plastered across his face. "I can't believe this is happening." The man then began to look around, wandering off to some part of the house. Chimera followed behind him, equally curious at their new living quarters.
"Do you think this house is bugged?" he floated the question.
"Maybe," Mirror answered. They were in the kitchen. He reached a hand out to open the fridge and was surprised to find it fully stocked. There were even fresh fruits on the counter. Chimera grabbed a banana and ate it. It was probably the tastiest thing he ever had ever since being imprisoned. "But I don't think they have a reason to do that," Mirror answered. "I mean, they already know where we are. Besides, why would we want to leave?" He turned to look at his friend. "This house is better than any of the houses I've ever been in. Food is in the fridge, and we have the internet! I can definitely see why any villain who is given this option is going to heavily reconsider their life choices."
Chimera nodded. True, this house was better than his living situation previously. For one thing, there was actually a decent roof over their head, and the lights were on. When he was with Nine and the gang, they had to hold out at some rundown abandoned building out in the industrial district of the city. Chimera blinked. He walked out of the kitchen and back to the living room. He reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned on the television.
The news was conveniently on, and they were showing the weather forecast. It was going to be bright and sunny for the next coming weeks. The show then shifted back to the newscasters, and they began to report on the basic happenings in the city. Apparently a new group of villains had begun to rise up and were causing trouble. It was the typical news that was commonly found during the evenings, even more so when All Might retired from being a hero.
Chimera let out a sigh. He supposed this was something he would have to adjust to.
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Being an agent of the Hero Initiative was interesting to say the least.
For the next couple of weeks, Chimera and Mirror were kept busy. They went on a variety of missions together. There were times where they had to assassinate someone, an individual holding important information that could reveal an undercover hero's identity. Other times were more action packed and less espionage. They had to destroy warehouses that were being used to house drugs that were going to be illegally imported into the country. Then there were times where it just involved them doing reconnaissance. Sitting on a rooftop, and watching someone enter, and eventually leave a building.
Throughout it all, Chimera and Mirror were together. Admittedly, Chimera's opinion on Mirror changed over time. At first he frankly thought he was annoying, talked too much, and was way too nosy in wanting to get involved in other people's lives. But eventually his view of him changed. Mirror was smart, talented, and clearly had a knack for this sort of thing. While Chimera personally still struggled with the notion of what he was doing, given his history, Mirror was all in on it. Maybe in another life, Mirror could have been a Pro Hero, especially with the way he acted. He was selfless, always thinking of others before himself. In some ways, Mirror began to rub off on Chimera, whether he knew it or not. This was made evident the one time they were on a mission.
It had gone awry.
"Are you okay?" Mirror asked, leading Chimera to the kitchen.
"I'm fine," Chimera answered, walking over to the nearby chair. He took a seat, painfully groaning as he did so. His right arm was battered and bruised, and a few cuts were leaking blood onto the floor.
Mirror grabbed the first aid kit that was inside the cabinet. "Here, let me help."
Chimera wanted to push him away, but eventually relented, letting Mirror bandage him up. There was a short bit of silence as Mirror got to work. He began to apply the proper treatment and it involved sanitizing the open cuts. "Hold still."
Chimera quietly endured, watching his companion work.
"You didn't have to do that you know," Mirror said, putting away the cotton balls. "I could have taken that guy myself."
"Really?" Chimera answered.
Mirror's eyes flickered toward his direction. "Are you worried about me Chojuro?"
Chimera blinked. Being stuck with each other's company, Chimera and Mirror had gotten to know each other well enough to the point where they had begun to call each other by their first names. It was awkward at first, but Chimera warmed up to the idea, as it felt like it was the sense of camaraderie he had been missing the most. "Does it matter, Azakai?"
A smirk tugged at the corner of Azakai's lips. "Well yeah," he answered.
Chojuro rolled his eyes. "Look, I just don't want you to get hurt, alright? Zero would kill me if anything bad happened to you."
Azakai grabbed the roll of bandages from the bag. "What makes me so special?"
"You're clearly the brains in this tag team we have going on."
"And here I thought you just cared about your friend," Azakai answered, pretending to be hurt.
Chojuro snorted, before letting out a cry of pain as Azakai slapped his arm. "What the hell?!"
The man just grinned at him teasingly. "Just making sure you can still feel your arm."
True, Azakai's company helped mellow Chojuro's demeanor. In some ways, it helped calmed him. It allowed Chojuro to look at the brighter things in life. Whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not, he became fond of Azakai, and the relationship they had. A part of him always looked forward to having conversations with him everyday. Whenever they touched, it felt electric.
Chojuro was honestly confused. Was this normal? He wasn't sure himself if he should voice this or not. He wasn't sure if Azakai felt the same.
Ultimately however, it all bubbled up on one fateful evening.
Azakai and Chojuro were seated together in the living room. They had just finished doing a mission, and were using this chance to relax and unwind. The television was on, and they had both agreed to watch a movie together to help pass the time for the evening. Chojuro leaned in his side of the seat, glad for the buzz he had from the glass of booze in his hand. The movie wasn't exactly his deal, but he agreed to it since Azakai seemed very excited to watch it. The man next to him was hugging the pillow, watching the screen in front of them happily. The movie was considered an old time classic--back at a time when Quirks weren't as prevalent as they were now and the concept of heroes was still at its infancy. The protagonist had to keep his hero identity a secret, as he didn't want others to know it was him under the mask. The romantic interest, a best friend, was honing in on the secret, and the dramatic tension revolved around their relationship, with the heroics as the background.
It was sappy. It was melodramatic. And Azakai ate all of it up completely.
Chojuro let out a low sigh as he got more comfortable in his seat. The third act was right around the corner.
"You don't like the movie?" Azakai voiced out, glancing at him from the corner of his eye.
"No, it's not that," Chojuro answered. "I just find it odd that the hero is having trouble just speaking his mind. If he likes her, then he should just tell her."
It was Azakai's turn to let out a sigh. "If only it were that simple."
"It is!"
"No it isn't," Azakai remarked, sounding a bit more forceful than he wanted. "Have you ever liked someone before?"
The question caught Chojuro off guard. "Uh, yeah, I have." He averted his gaze, finding it oddly difficult to look at Azakai.
"Have you ever told them you liked them?"
"I..." Chojuro was at a loss for words. "Well...not really."
"Well then there you go," Azakai added. "It's not as easy as it seems to be." He paused and turned his head. "Have you ever been in a relationship before?"
"Why are you asking me this question?" Chojuro asked defensively.
"You brought it up," Azakai reasoned. "Besides, I'm curious. Have you?"
Chojuro sighed dejectedly. "Not really." As if to answer the question that was going to come up next, he then continued, saying, "have you seen this face?"
Azakai shrugged "Well maybe some people just have different tastes." He leaned back into the sofa, taking a sip from his glass of booze. "What are your tastes?"
"Tastes?"
"Yeah, do you like women?"
There was a bit of silence between the two of them as the question floated in the air for far too long. Azakai wasn't sure if he was being too nosy again. "I mean...if you like men, it's not like I'm going to judge you." He then took a sip from his drink. "I mean, I like you."
There was another pause. "...I don't know," Chojuro answered, breaking his silence.
Azakai's brow rose. "Hm? What do you mean?"
"I mean I don't know what I like," Chojuro said looking at him, sounding frustrated. "I'm worried that...what I like isn't right, and I shouldn't be feeling this way." He then shook his head. "Look I'm just..." He then stood up, and wordlessly left the couch, leaving Azakai by his lonesome.
"Chojuro?" Azakai followed after him, wondering what was bothering his companion. He followed him to the next room, seeing the large man quietly sulking as he sat at the edge of his bed. "Was it something I said?" he asked, standing by the doorway.
"Just leave me alone, man. I don't want to talk right now."
Azakai frowned. He knew Chojuro long enough that whatever was eating him up inside was serious if he was clamming up about it. He decided to enter the room, much to Chojuro's annoyance. He joined the man, and seated himself next to him. "What's wrong?" he asked seriously.
"Why do you..." Chojuro's voice was so low, the last part of his sentence fell off.
Azakai strained his ears to hear. "What? I couldn't hear you."
"Why do you like me, Azakai?" Chojuro asked, looking at him. Chojuro's eyes told Azakai everything. The man was lost and was desperately looking for an answer. "I look like a freak. I did villainous things, and..."
He was cut off as Azakai pressed his lips to his.
Chojuro blinked, caught off guard by the sudden action. He froze, his entire body paralyzed. He didn't know what to do. His mind was blank as the only thing he could focus on was the feeling of Azakai's lips on his. It was electric. His heart pounded in his chest. A part of Chojuro told him to push Azakai away, but another part of Chojuro told him to stay. It ended just as it started; quick and fast, but lasting for what seemed like an eternity. Azakai's cheeks blushed a faint red, but his eyes didn't waiver.
"I like you for who you are, Chojuro, and that's not going to change."
Chojuro blinked, still reeling from the sensations he was feeling. Azakai took this moment to clarify his intentions. "You don't have to say anything. I understand this can be a lot to process. Maybe I misread something, maybe I overstepped. I don't know how you're feeling but I want to make you feel good." He paused, seemingly trying to think of the right words. He then shook his head, before ultimately saying, "you're the only person who's put up with me. I'm kinda annoying but you don't seem to mind."
Chojuro broke his silence by letting out a light laugh. "You're not annoying. Maybe a little though."
Azakai pouted in response.
The man looked away. "I guess I'm just not...sure about...this..."
Azakai nodded. "I understand. But how about this, Chojuro. I can help you figure out if you like this or not. Just...tell me to stop if you don't like what I'm doing." And with that, Azakai leaned in, pressing his lips once more to Chojuro's. There was no resistance. There was no hesitation. Every ounce of doubt that festered inside Chojuro seemingly melted as each second ticked by. They broke apart for a second, both of them catching their breaths. Chojuro's heart pounded in his chest. He could barely hear himself think through the loud sound. Letting go completely, he let his body guide him on what to do next. Azakai was taken aback at the positive response from Chojuro. The man began to make out with him, both their tongues dancing passionately with one another. Their hands explored each other's body, feeling up the toned figures underneath. When Azakai's hands wandered lower and lower, eventually hovering above Chojuro's crotch, the man responded by grabbing hold of him
Azakai paused and the look Chojuro gave him after they stopped making out made him wonder if he did something wrong. "What's the matter?" he breathed hotly, trying to still catch his breath.
"Just..." Chojuro bit his lips. "I..."
"It's okay," Azakai stood up. "There's nothing to worry about." He then guided Chojuro to stand, as he knelt in front of the man's shorts. He was clearly aroused, the imprint of his package tenting the fabric. "Just let me handle this, okay?" Azakai reached outwards, and began to pull down. The shorts fell to the floor, revealing Chojuro wearing dark grey boxer briefs. The fabric was clearly struggling to contain the impressive member behind it. Azakai licked his lips. The anticipation was killing him. He slipped his finger through the bands and pulled down.
In his haste, he ended up pulling too hard.
A loud thwack echoed across the room, followed by Azakai being momentarily dazed.
"Azakai!" Chojuro cried out. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry! You pulled hard and..."
What on earth hit him? Azakai's eyes adjusted and the answer was hanging right in front of him. Azakai blinked; and then he blinked again. He let out a gasp of surprise as his eyes feasted on the throbbing member in front of him. He always figured Chojuro was big. He did brag about it to Zero from way back then. But for Azakai, being able to see it with his own eyes, it was definitely something else. One word was all he could muster, and it was more than enough to sum up his feelings. "Wow."
"Will you please stop staring...?" Chojuro said, feeling very self conscious. He felt himself shiver as Azakai's hot breath wafted on his erect cock. The piece of meat was a sight to behold. It was as long as Chojuro's arm, and was just as thick. It struggled to stay straight, pointing downwards due to its sheer weight. What stood out the most to Azakai was that it wasn't a human cock. It was something else.
"I have a horse cock," Chojuro said, sounding almost ashamed of the matter. "It's because of my Quirk. I figured people would find it really weird and alien and it's just---oohhh!"
Chojuro's words came out as a garbled mess as he found himself moaning loudly. His legs threatened to buckle under his feet, and he struggled to remain standing. Azakai was busy licking Chojuro's cock, his tongue trailing the entirety of its length all the way to the base. He was enormous, and would put any pornstar to shame. In Azakai's tunnel visioned mind, he figured Chojuro was like a foot long. Maybe even longer. The licks and kisses brought about sensations that were electrifying and it short circuited the man's brain completely. Chojuro had masturbated before. He wasn't a stranger to sexual elation. But this? This was something else entirely. "Fucking hell..." he muttered, his body convulsing. He nearly jumped when he felt wandering hands reach forward and grope his balls. Balls were truly the appropriate term; they were just as big as Azakai's palm, feeling like oversized tennis balls. They were plump and hefty, filled to the brim with seed. Azakai went on ahead and began to play with them, squeezing and tugging tenderly, making Chojuro moan out in response. It sounded like music to his ears.
His taste was something else. It tasted sweet, yet bitter, a taste that was familiar yet foreign to him. Chojuro's cock tip dripped pre, and Azakai happily lapped it up. He opened his mouth to try and take the man's length in him. Inch after inch disappeared, and it threatened to trigger Azakai's gag reflex. He held strong, reaching towards the middle of the man's cock. Due to the sheer size of the cock, Azakai was unable to go any further. He opted instead to just stimulate the remaining length with his free hands. Being overwhelmed with the sensations however, Chojuro was unable to hold back. Without warning, he ejaculated. Chojuro's equine cock flared fully, the sheer arousal at maximum. A burst of cum ejected itself from his cock and straight into Azakai's throat. The sheer volume and ferocity of it took the man by surprise. He tried to gulp it all down, but the amount of it was too much. Azakai ended up having to remove himself from the member, his face instead receiving the last spurts of Chojuro's powerful orgasm. It painted his face completely white.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk..." Chojuro moaned out, falling backwards onto the bed. His cock was still shaking, dribbling the last bits of his cum out.
Azakai wiped the cum off his face. "You could have warned me next time." He pouted. "We could have made it last longer."
Chojuro growled lustfully in response. "I'm not done yet." True enough, he wasn't. Instead of going flaccid, Chojuro's cock was still rigid and firm, looking more erect than it was before. "My anatomy's different," Chojuro said, answering the question on Azakai's mind. "I can go for numerous rounds before I get a hint of exhaustion. Ejaculating once is not enough for me."
"Oh is that so?" Azakai said, grinning back at him. "Would my ass help with that swelling then?"
Chojuro smiled, and the two began to completely undress. Now fully comfortable and relishing in the heat of the moment, there was no more hesitation. Shirts, shorts, and underwear soon littered the room, and the bed groaned underneath their combined weights. Azakai's hands roamed Chojuro's fully nude body. He loved the feeling of his well toned muscles underneath his hand. It was like touching a statue that was sculpted by the heavens above. The difference in size between them was made more prominent. With Chojuro looming above him, Azakai looked nothing more than a fun sized body pillow, small compared to his giant partner.
Azakai rolled over, and presented himself to Chojuro. "Fuck me."
Chojuro let out a light chuckle, making Azakai feel self conscious in turn. "W-what is it?"
"You're cute," Chojuro said. Gone was the reluctance. The Chojuro that Azakai was looking at was clearly the one in control now. He leaned forward, and the two shared a tender kiss. "The blowjob you gave me helps...but that won't be enough for lube to make this dick fit inside." He then smiled, seeing the concern etch itself on Azakai's face. "Don't worry, just relax and I'll handle it."
A few moments later, Azakai felt a shiver go down his spine. Chojuro had taken hold of his buttcheeks and spread them open. At first he wondered what he was doing, but when he felt the man's hot breath wash over his taint, he knew what was to come next. Chojuro stuck his tongue out, and penetrated the man's ass. It spread Azakai open, and Chojuro began to work. Flicking his tongue left and right, what soon followed was a mixture of kisses, licks, and tongue fucking that left Azakai careening straight to the edge. His cock throbbed painfully, as Chojuro played with his prostate. He groaned, his grip on the bed sheets tightening and relaxing in response to the man's actions on him. At one point, he arched his back as he felt himself reach the border of climax.
But it never came.
Azakai was left panting, completely exhausted, but unsatiated. Where was the sweet release?
He felt a warm limb rest itself between the crack of his ass. He could feel Chojuro's hot breath wash over his back. The man planted loving kisses on his neck, down to his chest, tracing it all the way down to the base of hips. Chojuro growled under his breath. "Mine..." he said. Azakai felt him grind his hips against his, the man's large cock hotdogging itself on Azakai's plump cheeks.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Chojuro announced.
Azakai gulped, and prepared himself. Chojuro unceremoniously pressed himself in, starting off slow and steady. Already, Azakai felt like he was being split in two. Azakai wasn't a stranger to being fucked. In his time back then, he had numerous romantic flings. But this? This was something else entirely. It was like shoving a tree trunk straight up inside him, and that was just the tip! Azakai could sense Chojuro's caution. He clearly didn't want to hurt him. He was really big, and Azakai was really tight. But at the same time, Chojuro wanted to fuck Azakai. His patience soon began to wear thin. Wanting to make some progress, Chojuro pushed his hips forward. The head popped in, followed by six inches of the man's monstrous cock. Azakai let out a gasp as the pain and discomfort racked his entire body.
"Are you okay?" Chojuro asked, sounding concerned for his partner. "I can pull out if you..."
"Don't!" Azakai exclaimed, sounding a bit more forceful than he wanted. "Don't. It's okay...I can take it. Just don't thrust too deep."
Chojuro thought for a moment, before ultimately taking control of the situation. He leaned forward and grabbed hold of Azakai. Large hands wrapped itself around Azakai as Chojuro spooned him from behind. It was clear to him that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Chojuro leaned his head onto Azakai's ears. "I said I'm going to fuck you. And I will."
Chojuro then did as he said, beginning to rhythmically thrust in and out of Azakai's tight hole. Azakai squirmed, but was ultimately pinned down and unable to move. All he could do was whine and yell as Chojuro broke him. As much as it was overwhelming however, there was a silver lining through all of it. Chojuro didn't dare to go past the initial six inches he buried earlier. He was careful enough to make sure that he wasn't hurting Azakai too much. Slow and steady, the rhythm continued and Azakai's body adjusted, and the whines and yells shifted to that of someone wanting more.
"Fucking shit!" Azakai said, his body swimming in the sensations coursing from his ass. It was becoming harder to think, and even harder to string coherent sentences. "Fuck me...! You're so fucking big!"
Chojuro was more than happy to comply, adding inch after inch into his thrusts. It didn't take long until the entirety of his shaft was thrusting in and out of the man's battered backside. The confined space, and the tightness made Chojuro's head spin. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Azakai cried out a few seconds later, his cock ejaculating erratically and making a mess of things. Chojuro felt the man's ass clam down on him, and it too triggered his climax. Ropes upon ropes of cum exited the tip of his cock and into Azakai's ass filling it to the brim and painting white all over. The excess leaked at the sides, serving as more lubrication for the night's evenings.
"Fucking hell..." Azakai exclaimed in between breaths. "That was amazing..." His ejaculation left him high as a kite. He was about ready to call it quits when he heard the growl come from behind him. "Chojuro?" He then felt the man's hips begin to move once more. Chojuro was still hard as a rock! Azakai gulped. He might have bitten off more than he could chew.
What soon followed was a slew of sex.
They must have done every sex position imaginable, followed by countless orgasms, going throughout the entirety of the night. Azakai found himself clinging on for dear life as Chojuro fucked him while he stood in the middle of the room. Each thrust of his hips sent a whirlwind of sensation that battered his by then bruised prostate. Another moment had Azakai bouncing on Chojuro's lap as the man sat by the edge of the bed and fucked him lethargically, using this moment to let them catch their breaths. There was another where Chojuro fucked Azakai missionary style. Lips crashed against lips as Chojuro's hips were a blur. Nothing was going to stop the man when the lust took over him. More heated positions soon followed, one of which had Azakai's head pressed onto the bed with his ass up for Chojuro to ravage. The man's hips were a blur, his large balls slapping against Azakai's plump cheeks. It was definitely going to leave a mark in the next coming of days. Hell, Azakai wasn't going to be able to sit properly either. Some positions had them standing, some positions had Chojuro pressing Azakai close to the wall. Others had him Chojuro fucking Azakai onto the bed mercilessly. The hours went on and on, ejaculation after ejaculation. At some point Azakai just stopped squirting out cum entirely as his body was unable to reach the demand that was being given. Chojuro on the other hand was like a well oiled machine. Going nonstop, and clearly wasn't showing any signs of stopping either. Chojuro treated Azakai like he was nothing more than a glorified cock sleeve. His animalistic instinct took over, and one thing was clear in his head: he just wanted to breed, and breed. It was a blur of sex, sweat, and cum, filled with unbridled lusts that desperately wanted to be satiated.
By the end of it, Azakai was barely clinging onto consciousness, the haze of pleasure pushing him into a dazed stupor. Chojuro was behind him, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. The man was lazily pushing his hips forward, and for one last time, ejaculated and emptied his balls into Azakai; finally, he was done. The bed was covered in cum, smelled of hardcore sex, and was drenched in their bodily fluids. They were going to have to change that as soon as they were able to.
"Fuckk..." Chojuro groaned, feeling his balls actually ache after their hedonistic escapade. His back hurt, and his lower half felt numb. He wasn't even sure if he could walk anymore.
"I...told you...I can handle it..." Azakai said, trying to remain conscious. Sleep felt really good right now. "So...is this one a time thing...or...?"
Chojuro responded by holding onto Azakai tighter and he pulled him closer to him. "I don't...want you to do..this with anyone else...except me...got it?"
Azakai was surprised with the sudden tone of possessiveness but nonetheless found it rather hot and alluring. "What brought...this on?"
"It's just...animal instincts of mine," Chojuro said, resting his head closer to his. "It's just telling me to breed and claim my mate as my own."
Mate? "So are we a couple now?" Azakai asked.
Chojuro chuckled, and nuzzled the back of Azakai's head.
Azakai smiled. "I guess I'll take that as a yes." He then shook his hips a little, grinding against Chojuro's now softening cock.
"Keep that up and I'll have to fuck you again."
Azakai grinned. "Are you threatening me with a good time?"
Chojuro chuckled, and gently turned Azakai's head to face him. The two shared a tender kiss. For once in his life, Chojuro could definitely say, nothing was wrong.
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Time flowed freely. The days melted into one another, turning into weeks, and the weeks in turn becoming months. The time they spent being in prison became nothing more than a long distant memory that just slowly faded into the background. Azakai and Chojuro's relationship flourished as they continued working under the Hero Initiative. To them, it became nothing more than white background noise; a job much like any other job. But they were content; for they had each other.
Chojuro groaned. He was resting his back against the bed's headboard, his eyes idly watching the news report that was playing before them. Apparently the Meta Liberation Army, or MLA, were having a standoff with some pro heroes and tensions were brewing.
The person next to him shifted, placing a hand on Chojuro's bear chest. "You okay?" Azakai asked, looking at his boyfriend.
"I'm fine," Chojuro answered, smiling down at him. "Just annoyed, is all."
Azakai glanced at the news report. "Yeah, we're going to have to deal with them tomorrow." He rested his head on Chojuro's chest, content with tracing circles on his man's abs. "It should be a quick job to kill them."
"Yeah...it's still going to be a long day though," Chojuro remarked.
Azakai nodded, before eventually deciding to crawl and lay flat on Chojuro's body. "Why don't we just relax?" He then leaned in, tenderly kissing the man on the lips. Chojuro reacted accordingly, holding the love of his life closer, and pressing his lips back. They eventually broke off, taking a moment to catch their breaths. No words were said, and none were needed as they both knew what they both wanted. Already, Azakai could feel Chojuro's hardening cock lightly tapping his ass cheeks. He shuffled downwards, teasingly rubbing against the man's body earning him a light groan from him.
A few moments later, Azakai came face to face with Chojuro's stiff erect cock. He had seen it before numerous times, been fucked by it, and sucked on it like his life depended on it, but it never ceased to leave him speechless. Azakai stuck his tongue out, playfully tracing a line straight from the horse cock's tip, down to its thick base. Chojuro leaned back, closing his eyes and enjoying the treatment. Azakai then went to work, suckling on the meat pole like a child enjoying a lollipop. He swirled his tongue around on the tip, even using his teeth to playfully nib on the cock's tender sides.
Chojuro growled at him. "You're a big fucking tease, you know that?"
Azakai just smiled. Throughout their time together, he had gotten better at sucking cock. He eventually mastered the ability of bringing Chojuro close to climax, but stopping just shy of the hair trigger. It made Chojuro quite frustrated at him. "Fuckkkk..." Chojuro's legs trembled. It was his biggest tell. Azakai stopped, letting his hot breath just wash on the trembling cock. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Chojuro glaring at him. "Fuck you," Chojuro said.
Azakai just stuck his tongue out playfully. He loved teasing his boyfriend.
Completely worked up and frustrated, Chojuro did what he did best. In a split second he grabbed hold of Azakai. The two flipped over in a tangled mess of bodies and limbs. Azakai eventually landed on his back, his legs hanging over his head, and his ass pointed straight up the ceiling. He was held in place by Chojuro's strong arms, the man looming above him menacingly. There was a mischievous grin on the man's face. "I got you now." With a strong pull, he ripped off Azakai's underwear, tearing it completely.
"H-Hey!" Azakai cried out. "That's my fourth underwear this week!"
"That's what you get for teasing me," Chojuro reprimanded. He reached over towards the night stand nearby to grab the gallon bottle of lube they had on hand. Chojuro took it and began to spread it all over Azakai's tender hole. Chojuro was looking forward to wrecking that sweet ass of Azakai's.
The man underneath him moaned, the thick fingers teasingly prodding and inserting themselves into him. "I fucking love this ass of yours," he remarked. Without skipping a beat, Chojuro then inserted himself into Azakai, the lube helping tremendously in making his thick cock fit into the rather tight hole. Azakai groaned. No matter how many times he took that monster cock into him, he could never get used to it. It was insane. A silvery mirror appeared before him, courtesy of his Quirk. Azakai pointed it down, and the angle allowed him to see Chojuro's cock going in and out of him.
"You love my cock fucking you?" Chojuro teased. "You like that, you big slut?"
Azakai nodded, closing his eyes. His legs trembled in response to Chojuro hitting him in the prostate. "Fuck...!"
Chojuro then shifted their positions, and a few moments later, both of them were on the bed. Chojuro was holding Azakai close, his hot breath tickling Azakai's ears. "You're mine, you hear me?" he said commandingly. "This ass belongs to me." He then moved his hips forward, burying himself deep into the man's ass. Azakai whined and whimpered. A brief flash of discomfort and pain before the pleasure overridden his senses. "No one's allowed to fuck you, except me. You hear me?"
Azakai could barely string words together. The feeling of Chojuro's balls slapping against his ass was driving him over the edge. "Fucking breed me..." he moaned out.
Hearing his mate's words spurned him on. Letting his animal instinct take over, Chojuro's hips quicked their pace. The bed shook, and the floorboards creaked as he practically rutted Azakai's ass. He held the man in place, unwilling to ever let go. Feeling his first climax for the evening coming down on him, Chojuro gently bit down on Azakai's neck. Azakai cried out. It was strong, but not strong enough to break skin. Just enough to mark him as the feral man's lover.
"You are mine," Chojuro whispered, pumping his ass full of his seed. His cock tip was fully flared, spilling ropes upon ropes on cum into Azakai's tight bum. "That's what you get for fucking teasing me."
Azakai's legs trembled. Already, he could feel the excess seed spilling out, and staining the bedsheets. "Fucking hell..." He remarked, panting between heated breaths. Chojuro then turned them over, and Azakai found himself lying flat on the bed with the love of his life looming above him. Wordlessly, Chojuro leaned down and began to make out with him. It was hot, heavy, and powered solely by their carnal lust for one another. The two eventually broke, struggling to catch their breaths.
"We should...we should stop," Azakai said. "We have to get up early tomorrow," he reasoned.
Chojuro frowned, and shook his head. "I don't care." He then kissed Azakai on the lips once more. "I need to breed you."
Azakai gulped, knowing full well that their sex escapades lasted to the wee hours into the evening. He was going to put up more of a resistance, to try and reason with Chojuro but what little effort he had soon melted as he felt Chojuro penetrate him again. Feeling the stiff cock entering him, sent shivers down his spine.
"I'm never letting you go, Azakai," Chojuro said, breathing heavily as his hips began to thrust in and out once more.
Azakai smiled warmly, holding Chojuro close. "I yours Chojuro, always will...FUCK...be!"
This was shaping up to be another long night.