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Stain is suspicious at first. The villain hasn’t been allowed to know any outside info and wasn’t told of the Kamino fight.
Yagi wears the All Might costume, the fabric hanging loose off his gaunt frame, but it’s not until he bulks up for a moment that Stain is convinced.
The villain is visibly stunned and shaken, gaping at the older man on the other side of the glass. The only worthy hero is different than he thought and for a moment Stain feels hurt. Even betrayed, thinking that the All Might image had been a ruse and the man was just like the other worthless so called heroes.
But as Yagi talks, that hatred and hurt subsides as the All Might rhetoric comes through and Stain is once more enamored by the man’s ethics and honor as he reaches out to Stain. All Might’s integrity and passion for justice shines out through the cracks in this damaged old man. And Stain sees the noble sacrifice Yagi has made. The hero's whole life given in order to better society.
Stain is enraptured, giddy, and eager. He’s wanted to meet All Might, and now the man has sought him out instead. He’s honored, even happy, that the one true hero wants his input, his help.
Stain will do anything to show they’re on the same side. That he is just as committed to the cause and to All Might.
Yagi says he’s humbled by Stains dedication. He’s disturbed at the man’s fanatic devotion too, but doesn’t tell the other man that. He works to try to understand the villain and see if Stain can be reformed in some way, maybe rehabilitated so Stain doesn’t have to stay locked in a cage in a straightjacket for the rest of his life.
But, Yagi’s sympathy, and his probing the villains ideology, fuels the man's obsession. It makes Stain believe that Yagi understands and agrees. And when Yagi makes a humble but self deprecating comment about himself, it spurs Stains own bout of sympathy. Stain feels an aching need to sooth the old hero. When was the last time someone showed All Might some tender affection? After all he’s done for society, what has society done for him?
Just fame and money, Stain thinks sourly. Material things that don’t matter and fans who don’t understand the man or his sacrifice.
But Stain understands perfectly.
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They’re in the middle of discussing details and negotiations when Yagi feels a small, painful spasm in his chest. He coughs lightly into his hand and there’s blood on his palm. He uses his fingers and thumb to discreetly wipe his lips clean, then closes his fist at his side to hide it.
But Stain is very sensitive to blood. He may have cut off his own nose, but he can smell the coppery scent through the small holes in the glass window. It makes his mouth water. He hunches more in his chair and leans forward. The look he gives Yagi is intense, piercing, hungry. He knows immediately what he can do for All Might that society can’t.
Stain could do so much for him. More deep and intimate things than the media or some lackluster fans could ever. He could lay Yagi down gently and worship his body like an alter. Leave showers and praises of kisses and caresses. Whisper reverences with his mouth and tongue until they’re both dizzy from devotion. Stain would drink down every sound and drop of blood that falls from the man’s lips.
Because only All Might deserves it. Only All Might is worthy.
Stain’s tongue slithers out of his mouth. It’s thick, textured in large, swollen taste buds and fissures. It’s an unnatural, bright red instead of pink and hangs far past his chin. A slimy thing that looks wrong and sickly.
Despite feeling revolted, Yagi doesn’t flinch. He knows he has to leave now that Stain has had a whiff of his blood. He hadn’t expected the villain to be so sensitive to it.
They should wrap this up. Stain wants freedom in exchange for the info and that won’t happen. So Yagi plans to leave, let the man stew in his options, then come back to offer again.
That’s when the lights are cut. A power outage? Or maybe there's a traitor in Tartarus. Either way the red emergency light in the corner flashes as the only illumination in the starch, white room.
The locks binding Stain to his chair are opened and both men stand as the glass separating them lifts. Stain's an expert assassin, he takes his chance and ducks down out of sight to free himself from the straitjacket. The slow blinking light is the perfect distraction and darkness helps conceal him.
Yagi backs away to the door, eyes scanning the large open window for Stain to emerge. He tucks his bloody hand behind him. His heart is beating fast in his chest, but he tries to keep calm. He speaks out, placatingly trying to coax the other man into sitting back down.
But Stain is not interested in sitting still, not when the only worthy hero is within reach. Not when he can still smell the hero’s blood. Not when he’s so close to giving All Might what he needs and deserves. In the second of pitch blackness he leaps silently through the window and swiftly rolls and crosses the room. When the red light flashes he is already at Yagi’s side when he’s noticed.
Months of being in Tartarus has made Stain weaker. Without access to weights and the freedom to do his normal heavy workout, he’s not as strong as he was before.
But, he’s still stronger than Yagi.
Stains hand lashes out and grabs Yagi’s bloody hand, stronger fingers wrapping around a weaker wrist.
Yagi tugs his arm and backs up, inadvertently pulling the villain to his feet.
Stain tries to bring the bloody hand to his mouth, jaws parted wide with strings of saliva dripping from his teeth and tongue. He’ll make All Might see that he understands. That he’s the only one who can give the hero what he needs.
Yagi quickly brings his free arm up and strikes down with his elbow. The hard bone hits Stain forcefully across the face, making the man stagger.
Yagi isn’t stronger, but he still knows how to fight. Still practices diligently with colleagues. He can’t over power the villain, but he can defend himself and hopefully stall until the power comes back or help arrives. His hopes aren’t high, but it’s all he has.
Stain stumbles more in surprise than pain from the blow. But he’s not deterred. He gathers himself and lunges against Yagi in a strong push that sends them slamming into the wall.
The hard blow to the back has more blood rushing up Yagi’s windpipe. It flicks out though his teeth as he clenches them shut to keep it from spraying. But now he’s wheezing, his remaining lung in agony. His arms shake as he tries to keep Stain away.
The smell of blood is heavy in both of their noses. So much that Stain can already taste it. Now he just wants it’s warm thickness to coat his tongue. Wants to feel that hot, coppery wetness in Yagi’s mouth. He presses hard into Yagi and the hero’s arms slowly buckle until their chests are pressed together.
Stain leans up, eyes wild and gleeful, tongue snaking out.
Yagi turns his head in a final, desperate attempt to keep his blood away from Stain. But it trickles from the corner of his mouth and slowly drips down off his chin. It's an instant. Yagi feels the quick flick of tongue and saliva then Stain has him.
A jolt runs through him. His body tightening up briefly in surprise or protest before the paralysis takes him. His knees buckle and his body sags, but not to the floor. He’s kept upright, pressed between Stain and the wall.
Stain lets him slide down a little so they’re more at eye level, as much as Yagi can be with his head lolling to the side. At the fearful look in the hero’s eyes Stain hushes softly, “I won’t hurt you, All Might.” He wraps his arms around the man and starts to guide him to the floor, “I can give you what you need.”
The little hairs on Yagi's arms raise, he shivers, unnerved by the villain's words. He barely keeps the tremble out of his voice when he asks, “What do you mean?”
Stain has him on the floor, on his back on his cape, arms up with his hands beside his head. Yagi gets an answer when Stain starts to undo his belt.
Cold horror hits his stomach and punches the air out of him. For a moment he’s too stunned to speak, only choking in shock as more blood bubbles up his throat. Every fiber of him wants to tighten up and jerk away, but his body won’t move beyond quivering in icy dread.
Stain starts to pull down Yagi’s pants, pushing his legs up to tug them past his hips.
Yagi’s voice breaks through the fear, but he can’t stop it from shaking and pitching up high in panic. “Stop! Wha-what are you doing?!”
The chill air hits his bare skin as the villain fully removes his pants and boots.
Stain presses his hands reverently on Yagi's thighs. So close to the man's cock that Yagi wants to curl up and shrink away. His hands move upwards to Yagi's navel, pushing the top of the man's costume up as his mouth follows his fingers. He presses kisses to the many scars, drags his tongue over healed groove and gouges. He’s careful of the larger blooming one on Yagi’s chest, only kissing the outer edges.
So many sacrifices, and Stain worships each one, aiming to press every bit of adoration into All Might so the man knows at least someone understands. He can tell by the way his idol's stomach jumps under his mouth, how soft reluctances fall from the man's bloody lips, how legs and shoulders twitch, that All Might does know and appreciates Stain's devotion.
Stain can also tell that his quirk's wearing off.
Yagi's gritting his teeth, his face a grimace as Stain drags his mouth over his sensitive skin, sending ticklish sparks over his touched starved body. Yagi hasn't been with anyone in years. He doesn't want Stain to be the one to break the dry spell. But the man isn't listening! He wants to kick and hit the villain, but all his body does is shake.
"This will jus-just make things worse for you, Stain!" Yagi warns, hoping to dissuade.
But Stain only takes it as concern. He's appreciative, even flattered that All Might would put Stain's safety first. But Stain has nothing left to lose and everything to give to the hero. Even if he's locked up and isolated forever, he'll be content knowing that he's given All Might what he deserves, even if the hero is too shy or proud to ask.
Keeping his weight off the man’s body, Stain crawls up until he’s at this idol’s neck. It’s difficult at first with the flashing red light, but he can tell All Might's face is flushed. A deep red creeping up the man’s neck and cheeks. A sign of blood so close to the surface. Stain moves his face into the gap of the costume's high collar and follows the blush with his tongue from collarbone to up the man’s long neck.
Stain’s tongue is warm and wet, but leaves cooling trails of saliva on Yagi’s skin. The cool air of the cell makes goosebumps rise on his skin where Stain has licked him.
“St-stop!” Yagi’s face feels hot with shame. His face and body burns even as the cold floor presses against his hot cheek. He chokes on his next protest when Stain laves at the place where his neck meets just under his ear. It’s a very sensitive spot. Stain nibbles gently there and Yagi’s left breathless as his body shudders. One of his hands gropes weakly at the villain’s shoulder. He tries to push, but his muscles aren’t fully working. Still, the quirk is losing its hold.
For a moment, Yagi feels a small glimmer of hope. That once he has his body back he can regain control of the situation in some way.
He feels Stain’s hand on his cheek, turning his face to meet red eyes and a wide smile.
Stain looks tenderly at his hero. All the sounds the man makes goes to his slowly hardening cock. He presses his hips down into the other’s to show how grateful he is and exhales in awe at the feeling of his clothed harness against All Might's. Relishing in how the hero’s eyes widen. How All Might's hands grip him, a silent plea for more even as bloody lips stutter out humble, shy protests.
Stain can’t resist claiming those lips and pushing their bodies together. He groans at the wet warmth of the blood and softness as All Might’s lips and body give under his. He activates his quirk and feels the hero’s body buck once under him as the paralysis takes hold. But Stain also thinks it’s in need. It has to be because All Might’s mouth opens for him and when Stain slides his tongue in it’s met with an eager one in return.
Yagi’s whole body shakes as he tries to force himself to move. His sounds of distress are muffled and he feels like he’ll suffocate as the villain's tongue fills his mouth. He tries to push it out with his own, but can’t stop it as it strokes his teeth, his tongue, and the roof of his mouth. It feels less like a tongue and more like a worm as it wriggles down his throat, trying to bury itself deep inside him. Yagi gags and is left coughing as Stain pulls away.
Yagi’s mind is reeling, praying a miracle, hoping it’s over, wishing someone to help. He’d rather face an army of villains, face an army of heroes, face All For One again. Anything but this.
Something soft is placed under his head. Cradling it from the cold hard floor. Yagi flinches, eyes shut, expression pitched as he expects more of that tongue on his face.
Instead he feels the villains hands on his hips, rubbing the jutting bones, smoothing over worn skin and scars. Yagi grits his teeth and refuses to look, even as stain lifts his legs to open them. The villain pressing his thighs down in an almost painful stretch to the sides that exposes all of his intimate area.
There’s a quiet pause as Stain admires what’s before him. He saw the man’s dick initially, but now he can appreciate everything. The soft hairs of his navel and crotch, how the hero’s groin flushes in eager want, cock already filling with blood. Beautiful. Perfect. As All Might should be. Stain just has to prep the man more and the prospect has him salivating.
Yagi knows it’s coming, but still can’t stop the whimper that slips out when Stain palms him. His expression tightens more when the villain begins to explore, fingers tracing his balls and taint. Firm prods and strokes until those large fingers reach his entrance and he shudders breathily. It’s almost a sob.
Yagi’s a proud man. He’s never begged in any fight, not even when beaten and bloodied raw by All For One. He’s pleaded for victims to be spared, and implored civilians to run or stay back, he’s requested aid from other heroes. But he’s never asked for mercy from a villain. Not for his own sake.
But as Stain wraps strong arms around his thin waist and lifts his legs over shoulders and his hips up to a waiting mouth, Yagi feels that pride slip away as despair grips him. One For All is gone and he’s left paralyzed and alone with nothing but his voice as defense.
Yagi opens his eyes, blue staring beseechingly into wanton red. He knows it’s pathetic. He knows it won’t matter. But it still stumbles weakly off his tongue
“Pl-please... Don’t.”
To Yagi’s surprise, Stain’s eyebrows knit in a sympathetic look. And for a bright moment he thinks he’s persuaded the villain to stop. But one of the man’s hands strokes his stomach and icy dread fills him again when Stain ardently says, “I’ll make it good for you, All Might. I swear it.”
He gives soft kisses to Yagi’s inner thigh as if to soothe and reassure the man. Then his mouth opens, tongue slithering out and dragging along the crease between thigh and hip.
Yagi’s cock gives a feeble twitch of interest. He starts begging urgently, “no, no, no!” and chokes on a gasp when the villain takes him fully, unhesitatingly into his mouth. It’s quite a feat given that Yagi is a large man, but Stain is almost a match for his height and his mouth is far larger.
Stain stares unhaltingly down at All Might. The look of surprise pleasure on the hero’s face is one he’ll look back on every time he touches himself. And that look was just when his tongue and throat wrapped and squeezed the man’s cock. He’s eager to pull out more expressions and sounds. Stain doesn’t care about the taste, but commits it and the texture of All Might’s cock to memory as his head starts bobbing.
“N-ngh!” Yagi gasps, as heat blooms over his groin and face. The unwanted, wet friction is horrible. The slick sounds repulsive even as his cock hardens. He grits his teeth to try and stop his noises. But when Stain sucks on the head, tongue pressing to his frenulum, he can’t help the hot jolt from tailbone to skull as he cries out.
Yagi's body arches, head thrusting back in a tangled mix of revolt and ecstasy. His hands scramble for Stain’s, trying to pry stronger fingers with his weak ones as the pleasure builds. He knows it’s useless, but he can’t stop fighting, can’t stop trying to get away. When Stain grabs his wrist, and brings his bloody hand up, Yagi doesn’t have the strength to pull it back.
Stain pulls off his cock with a wet sound and the building heat tapers off, leaving Yagi uncomfortably hard. The muscles in his legs and ass twitch reflectively around the villains head. His cock flinches as if demanding more.
Even though Yagi doesn’t want it, his body is responding to the attention, making him feel trapped in his own skin. When Stain licks the blood off his palm, he feels another jolt as if slammed back into a cage. His hand flops back down when Stain lets go of it.
“I know, All Might,” Stain hushes softly. He understands the hero is impatient. They’re running out of time and Stain had gotten lost in his task, in his worship and savoring the moment. But this is about All Might’s pleasure and he can enjoy that. So Stain moves Yagi’s legs gently, folding them forward and spreading to give him easier access to the man’s hole.
“Stop. Just stop.” Yagi whines weakly at the new position. His eyes and nose are burning with the urge to cry. How long is this humiliating torture going to go on? Why hasn’t anyone come to check on them?
It’s because he’s All Might.
Retired No.1 or not he should be able to handle one captured villain. Yagi knew it was a risk coming to see Stain, but he couldn’t have anticipated it going this horribly wrong.
But, that’s no excuse, he tells himself. He should still have a better handle on this. Should at least be fighting the man, not laying back with his legs spread for the villain to-
Stain’s tongue breaches him suddenly. A warm, wriggling pressure that makes Yagi shout. His chest tightens painfully and blood spurts from his mouth in a harsh cough.
It doesn’t stop Stain from pushing in further, filling him and stretching him until it burns. Burns in a way that has his insides searing and writhing in familiar and unwanted waves.
Yagi’s bloody lips tremble over clenched teeth as the tears finally fall. A choked sob leaves him. He’s so pathetic. Trying to fulfill his duties as a hero when he can’t even defend himself. He’s useless. Worthless now without One For All. It was stupid to come here when he’s powerless.
Another wretched sob escapes and he wants to bury his face in his hands, curl up and hide himself. He’s not a hero. Stain violating him just proves how weak he is and the way his body responds to the villain's touch proves how despicable he is. He wants this to end and the only way that will happen is if he comes.
Stain can’t see the tears with the way he has the hero’s body bent, but he hears the sobs and soft whines, feels how the All Might’s body clenches on his tongue. And there’s a swelling of pride in his gut. Elation that he’s brought the hero to grateful tears with his devotion and touch.
But, he’s used his quirk three times on the hero. That could mean anywhere from ten to twenty minutes have passed. And the longer Stain takes the higher the chance someone will come stop him. He doubles his efforts. Inwardly cursing himself for being distracted again. Stain will make sure his idol is taken care of, given more pleasure than anyone else could. That the one true hero receives proper care and reassurance that he’s not alone.
Yagi’s head is a whirlwind of emotion as Stain pushes him to that edge. Self hatred, loneliness, want, disgust, exhilaration, and fear. He’s digging his heels in, frantically trying to keep from going over. He doesn’t want it. He can’t let it happen. But it’s useless. He's drowning in the pleasure, submerged in rapture, and he's powerless to stop it as Stain’s tongue keeps thrusting and undulating inside him.
"Ah! Ah!" Yagi's gasping, hyperventilating, and tightening up, feeling that pleasure and heat rise and rise until that tongue pushes hard to his prostate.
Yagi comes with a wail. His body twitching despite the paralysis as he’s plunged helplessly into hot bliss. Stinging pain, heat, and ecstasy ricocheting over his nerves. Every vein in him is throbbing. Every inch of his skin flaring hot as he spasms in the villain’s hands. His own cum hits his stomach in several wet ropes as Stain works him through it, thrusting that thick tongue into him, milking his orgasm until Yagi’s shouts turn into overstimulated whimpers and then wheezes.
The wheezes turn to hacks. Yagi’s chest is racked with spasms and wet coughs. His throat hurts, his wound burns, and he can’t take a full breath. The paralysis still has him and prevents him from sitting up or turning onto his side for relief. His mind turns hazy as he tries to breathe through the pain and convulsions.
Stain recognizes the symptoms and gently lets him down. He moves to Yagi's side and reaches to the soft bundle behind it his. It’s Yagi's pants. Stain had folded them to cushion the his head. Stain digs into the pockets for an inhaler he had felt earlier.
Even if Yagi weren’t incapacitated, he’s in too much pain to stop the villain from sitting him upright. He sags against Stain’s chest just barely aware of the sound of his inhaler shaking. Stain holds him steady, a hand cupping the side of his face, and Yagi feels the mouth piece against his lips. Over five years of practice has him inhaling on reflex the moment he feels the medicine propelled into his mouth.
Yagi tries to hold it in, to let his lung absorb it. He’s supposed to count to ten, but can’t focus as Stain tenderly strokes his cheek. Holding him like he’s precious and shushing him softly.
After a couple seconds Yagi lets it out with a sob. He’s at a loss. Confused and upset that, of this entire time, now the villain shows him mercy.
Stain's quirk wears off, but Yagi doesn’t move or resist. All the fight in him is gone. He’s left feeling weak and empty. He can’t stop trembling even as he sits numb and limp, feeling the cum dry on his stomach and the tears leak down his face. It doesn’t matter. Nothing he does will matter. He’s not a hero. There’s no point in fighting.
Stain rocks All Might gently, taking in the scent and feel of the man’s hair as he runs his fingers through it. After a minute or so he gives another dose of medicine and continues to hold his hero close.
The lights come on and Stain knows their time is up and the guards will come in soon.
Stain will comply, follow their orders and will later relinquish the information and anything else his idol requests as he sits in Tartarus. He knows his sentence is going to be extended. But Stain doesn’t care. Even if he never sees the sun again, he’ll remember this moment and how he’s given All Might comfort and peace of mind.
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