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Endeavor is running down alleyways searching for Hero Killer: Stain. He would not let him slip by this time. No more heroes would die if he could help it. Heroes' names would no longer be dragged through the mud. They were going to take back their rightful titles as protectors of the world. He would see to that!
Endeavor feels a sharp prick to his bicep and a quick slimy wet thing goes across his arm. He turns around sharply only to feel his limbs stop cooperating, ”What the fuck?” There, in front of him, stands the very man he had been looking for.
“My, my. Who would have thought that the number two hero would fall so easily?”
“What did you do to me, Stain?”
“Nothing that I haven’t done before.”
“Explain yourself. My job is to take you down, not solve your riddles.”
“Endeavor, you really are as slow as they say. It’s my quirk.”
“If you’re going to kill me, get it done already. I hate small talk.”
“I like to savor my food.”
“Did your mom never tell you not to play with your food?”
Stain sighs, “You bore me. I would much prefer conversing with All Might.”
“I assure you, I am just as good as him, if not better!” he says with a snarl.
Stain smiles at this as he stalks closer to him. He circles him slowly like a predator watching its prey. Stain suddenly fills the silence, “You’re nowhere near him skillswise. However, your body reminds me of one of the reasons I admire him so much.”
Endeavor’s face pinches with disgust as he lets out a distinctive groan.
Stain lets out a disturbing laugh, “I’ve always wondered what All Might would taste like. You’re not quite there but I suppose you’ll do.” Stain crouches down.
Endeavor strains his muscles with all of his might, willing them to run, to no avail.
“I am the number two hero. You will not disgrace me this way, you scoundrel!”
Stain ignores the incessant babbling of his captive and leans over, dragging his long tongue along the contours of his collarbone and neck. He takes in the way it sits on his tongue, the taste that floods his senses, the taste of the hero’s salty sweat acting as an appetizer for the main course.
Stain abandons some of his self-restraint and bites down harshly right below his clavicle. Endeavor hisses at the sting and watches as the villain laps at the wound.
“Lower. I need to taste lower.”
With quick movements Stain tugs a knife out of his belt and cuts the fabric down the middle of the costume with little regard for whether or not the hero was cut in the process. If anything, that was a bonus.
“What are you doing?” Endeavor almost yells. If the quirk hadn’t already paralyzed him the shock surely would have.
Stain remains silent with lust overpowering every other thought and feeling. He manically tears at the fabric that still covers Endeavor’s body, biting and licking the whole way down.
Endeavor’s gut drops as the situation slowly sinks in. He shamefully realizes his body is responding to the stimuli.
As Stain continues working his way down he is caught off guard by the hero’s erection.
“Well, well, well. You’re not hating this as much as I thought you were,” he says as he grabs hold of Endeavor’s dick.
Endeavor feels his body erupt in pleasure at the touch. God, when was the last time he had been pleasured by someone? Or even himself?
Stain slowly works his hand up and down his chest as his other hand slightly squeezes. He’s delighted when he receives a low groan from the number two hero.
Stain’s hand finds Endeavor’s nipple and he begins to tug and twist, abusing the poor thing. Stain lets go of his dick and dangles his tongue over it to provide a lubricant. Once there’s enough saliva he places his hand back on it and gives it one pump before looking back up at the hero.
“If you want more you’re going to have to beg.” When this elicits no response he runs his thumb over the slit. “Unless, of course, you don’t want this.”
“I want it,” Endeavor says quietly.
“What was that? I’m going to need you to speak up.”
Endeavor closes his eyes, “I want it… I want you.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Stain begins to slowly pump his cock. His other hand works at Endeavor’s nipples as his tongue works his balls.
Endeavor feels as the quirk slowly begins to fade and he is regaining control of his body yet he doesn’t run. He stays.
Stain watches as Endeavor’s limbs begin to loosen. He smiles as he sees no attempt to run away.
“Who would’ve guessed that the number two hero would’ve been into such filthy things?” Stain says as he removes his hand from Endeavor’s nipple and grabs a knife. He drags it along his abs watching as they tense and relax. “Your body is better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
Endeavor moans at the praise paired with the pleasure. He is in Heaven.
Stain continues to work him, cutting and biting him here and there. Licking at the new wounds and observing as the hero embraces the paralyzation that comes on every time.
As Endeavor gets closer to his climax Stain decides that he wants to experiment. He shuffles around so that he’s completely behind the hero allowing for suspense. Each touch seems to be electrifying for him when he doesn’t know it’s coming.
After teasing him for a while he begins to lick down. He doesn’t stop as he comes into contact with his firm ass. His tongue works its way into the crevice and begins to pry at his asshole. Eliciting moans and sighs of pleasure to melodically fall from Endeavor’s lips. The music reaches Stain’s ears and only drives him to continue.
Endeavor had had sex before. He has had four children afterall. But never before has he had someone pleasuring him by his backentrance. But he wasn’t complaining.
As Stain’s tongue delves deeper into the warmth Endeavor feels the pleasure build and build until it finally topples over and he spills. He cums all over himself, some of it even getting on his face and in his hair. The pleasure blinds him. The only thing he feels is euphoria.
From behind Stain grabs another knife as he smiles deviously at the hero.
Three Months Later
“Number two pro hero Endeavor has officially been missing for three months. The last person he was said to have encountered was Hero Killer: Stain. After having suddenly disappeared, leaving behind copious amounts of blood at the last place he was reported to be seen, he has been pronounced dead. More on this later. Now to the weather.”
There he sat, previously number two hero Endeavor, on the couch of the hero killer, full of bite marks. His body beginning to relax as the paralysis starts to fade away. A smile falls onto his face. Anyone who came across him would be able to see he was certainly not a captive anymore, he was here on his own terms. The lust in his eyes was proof.