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Izuku stared into the blank, black screen of the new TV. He could see his reflection staring back at him.
His hair was a mess, he was wearing clothes too big for him. His eyes were sunken in.
He looked dead.
He looked…familiar.
…Like Yoichi.
It hadn't even been a full two weeks and All for One had already reduced him to this.
Izuku buried his head in his hands. He gripped his hair so hard he felt like he might pull it out.
He wanted to scream.
…But he was still there.
The heavy footsteps down the staircase hailed his approach. They came to a sudden stop once they passed the living room.
“Someone is up early this morning,” came that gut wrenching voice.
Izuku just looked down at his hands and sunk further into the couch cushions.
“I will be going out. I will return later at around four and we can watch a movie together,” the man went on. Izuku saw him putting on his coat and hat.
All for One came over to him and bent down. Placing a kiss on the top of his head, but then pausing.
A hand snaked its way under Izuku's chin and raised his head up.
“Would you give me a kiss before I leave?” The man requested with a disarming smile.
Every bone in Izuku's body wanted to reel back, but after a few moments he lifted his head and pressed his lips against the man's. Figuring that giving the man what he wants would make him leave faster.
All for One made a sound of surprise and delight and pressed even harder back into Izuku's mouth.
When the man finally relented, Izuku was gasping for air.
“How sweet,” All for One purred. Placing one final kiss against Izuku's lips before drawing back. “I will see you later. Have fun,” he said, motioning to the TV and gaming console.
Just before he left however, he turned back around and said, “oh, I almost forgot. There are leftovers in the refrigerator when you are hungry.”
Izuku nodded after a moment when the man didn't leave.
All for One smiled.
“I love you.”
Izuku looked back down at his hands. He said nothing.
Then the man left. The door shut and locked behind him.
Izuku didn't make a move for a couple minutes at least. He stayed right where he was. Staring at the floor.
His throat still hurt from yesterday.
Eventually he got up after staring at his reflection on the TV again for a while. He walked over to the console next to it on the table.
…It looked a little old.
Maybe it belonged to Tenko.
Izuku picked up the controller and pressed the power button. After turning on the TV, he went back to the couch and sat down.
The game booted up and the starting screen blared at him.
Izuku just found himself staring at it, as well as listening to the opening music on repeat. The flashing ‘press any button to continue’ on the bottom of the screen.
…He ended up turning it off.
He put his head in his hands and just sat there for a little while. Eventually just lying down right there on the sofa.
Then he guessed he went to sleep…because when he woke up he saw All for One's face.
Dread filled him.
“Sleep well?” All for One asked with a grin. He reached out a hand and caressed Izuku's cheek.
“...What time is it?” Izuku mumbled.
“It is four, thirty five,” the man answered. “I arrived a little later than I said I would, however you were in a deep sleep when I got here. So I suppose you haven't been waiting,” he chuckled.
Izuku noticed the man was holding a grocery bag. It seemed to have quite a bit in it.
All for One noticed his line of sight.
“Ah, the reason why I was late. I went out and bought some snacks…as well as that movie you wanted,” he waved the aforementioned DVD in Izuku's face.
All Might's smiling face was on the cover. Without thinking, Izuku snatched it from the man. Holding it close to himself, like he could protect it somehow.
All for One merely raised his eyebrows.
“Perhaps, I should have gotten you one of those little plushies instead,” he commented dryly. “Would you like to hold it, or watch it?”
Izuku's face burned as he slowly relaxed and reluctantly handed the DVD back to the man's awaiting hand.
All for One took it with a faker smile than usual, then he traded it for the bag of snacks. Izuku opened the bag and peered inside while the man turned and walked towards the TV.
There was candy, popcorn and a bottle of what Izuku could only assume to be alcohol.
The TV lit up, catching Izuku's attention. All for One had just stood up from putting the DVD in.
The man walked back and slipped his hand into the bag of snacks to grab the popcorn. Then he left in the direction of the kitchen.
Izuku watched the advertisements while the man was away. The popping of the popcorn was clear as day.
Izuku suddenly found himself in his memories, sitting on a couch just like this one with his mom making popcorn in the kitchen.
He shook his head to get the thought away before it made him cry.
All for One returned not too long after the microwave sounded, shaking the bag of popcorn to spread the butter around. Again, way too much of a mundane image for Izuku's mind to comprehend.
He sat down next to Izuku and looked around. The man seemed to have lost something before he looked up.
“Ah,” he said and flicked his hand up. Suddenly, the remote flew from the TV stand to his hand.
He hit a couple buttons and the movie started. Skipping all the advertisements and jumping right over the menu.
Izuku always watched the menu’s video play out if he was watching it by himself, but he said nothing.
He simply got settled in and watched the company logos flash across the screen.
There was a slight rustling as All for One opened the popcorn bag. Izuku glanced over to see him peer inside and push his hand through the opening to grab a handful.
…It took maybe about halfway through the opening of the movie for Izuku to see All for One roll his eyes.
It all went downhill from there.
Suddenly the man put down the bag of popcorn and his hands grabbed onto Izuku's sides.
“H-hey!” Izuku let out, struggling in the air.
“Hush, I'm only trying to get more comfortable,” All for One replied and sat Izuku down on his lap. “There we are.”
Large arms wrapped their way around Izuku's middle. Hugging him tightly to the villain's chest.
Izuku tried to get comfortable again, but he just couldn't. So he tried to drown himself in the movie instead.
All for One spent the first half of the movie eating snacks and drinking some of the alcohol he bought straight from the bottle. Izuku supposed he needed it to get through this horrendous ordeal, such as watching a kid's movie about his mortal enemy.
Occasionally, the man would sneak him some food. Izuku ate it begrudgingly out of All for One's hand. Only because he would lift it away if he tried to take it otherwise.
It was only a matter of time before the bottle of wine was presented to him.
“...I can't drink.” Izuku mumbled the age old excuse.
“Well, I am the adult and I am giving you permission.”
Eventually, Izuku hesitantly took the bottle and took a swig. Not even a mouthful.
It was unbelievably sour and bitter.
Izuku made a face and shook his head in disgust.
The man laughed.
“It's an acquired taste,” he chuckled. He took the bottle back and proceeded to drink it deeply.
Izuku tried his hardest to get reinvested into the movie after that. Although it was near impossible, sitting on his worst enemy's lap while the man ate and drank.
Inevitably the bottle of wine was finished. Izuku eyed it as the man set it down on the floor.
Then the man's large arms wrapped around him and held him tight. Squeezing him as the man pressed his head into his hair, which he loudly inhaled.
Dread began to inch up Izuku's spine as the man's hands started to wander. One hand sliding down his hips and running over his thighs, while the other traveled upwards and squeezed his chest.
“Mn,” Izuku tried to complain and shift in the man's lap.
“Shh,” All for One hushed him. “Just watch the movie.”
Warm lips pressed against his neck. Littering kisses down his shoulder as he was groped and felt like a piece of fruit. Checking whether he was ripe or not.
Izuku shivered at the hum of appreciation that reverberated in his ear. The man obviously was pleased with what he was doing.
“Stop,” Izuku managed to say after what felt like hours trying to force his jaw to work.
The arms around him constricted suddenly, making Izuku grit his teeth.
“Izuku…” the man's voice was low and harsh. “Don't you remember what happened last time you told me that?”
Izuku grunted in pain as the tight hold around his body grew even harder.
“Hm?” All for One prodded. “That wasn't a rhetorical question, Izuku. I want you to tell me what happened?”
Izuku closed his lips and for a long moment he was silent. His brain wracking over what the right answer would be, because in truth nothing happened. He was ignored, so…wait—
“Nothing,” he wheezed. Desperate for the man to just let go of him so he could breathe.
For a frightening minute, Izuku didn't know if the man was going to. But then the pressure finally laxed.
“Correct,” All for One said. “Nothing happened.”
Strong, large fingers grabbed Izuku by the chin and forced him to look away from the screen. Only for the man's lips to crash into his in a deep, pressing kiss.
When it finally ended, his face was pushed back towards the screen and a hand wrapped around his throat. Holding him in place.
“Now be a good boy and pay attention, it's just starting to get interesting,” he whispered in his ear, gesturing towards the screen.
Izuku was pretty sure he only said that because the villain of the movie was about ready to start his evil monologue. Something about how morality didn't exist and people being inherently bad.
Izuku couldn't help but think of Tenko.
…Tomura.
Then he was violently pulled out of his thoughts by the large hand around his throat squeezing.
“Ack!” Izuku choked, slapping a hand over the man's wrist. He struggled to pull it away, try and pry it off of him, but it was no use. It was like trying to break solid iron.
Just when his vision started to blur, he was let go of. He gasped in painful breaths, while All for One stroked his chest.
Izuku didn't have to guess what made the man do that. He was starting to learn what made All for One irritable. Thinking or mentioning Tenko was one of them.
…Didn't like being reminded of his failures.
Izuku jolted when the man's hand laid on his throat again. But he didn't squeeze.
It was just a threat.
The man's face pressed against his head once more. Yet again there was a soft inhale of his hair.
The man's other hand that was still on his chest began slowly trailing downwards. It passed where Izuku feared it was headed and instead began stroking his thighs.
Then as his hand went upwards, Izuku held his breath, only for those fingers to move along his abdomen.
This continued and anytime the man's hand got close to his privates, Izuku tensed and the man skirted around it.
He was toying with him.
Izuku suddenly felt like crying.
He couldn't help it, because the situation felt hopeless. Tears stung his eyes as the man continued to torment him.
When they finally shifted and All for One placed him down on the sofa on his back, he started sobbing.
“No, no-” he cried, pushing up at the man's chest as he settled over him.
He smelled the alcohol in All for One's breath as he leaned forward and pressed another bruising kiss into his mouth. Could taste it too, that bitter flavor.
The older man made quick work stripping him out of his clothes. Izuku supposed that was another benefit of keeping him in sizes too big for his body.
Izuku fought with him when he slipped his fingers into his underwear, even if he knew the battle was already lost, and it was. Very quickly.
Once more he was naked and underneath this nightmare of a man. Once more it was going to happen and there was nothing he could do about it.
All he could do was cry and push pathetically weakly at the man's chest and arms. He punched and kicked and slapped, but it was all in vain. Clawed and bit at him too.
All for One's smile stayed plastered over his face. Growing wider and wider with amusement as Izuku screamed and struggled.
“STOP IT!” He cried. “GET OFF ME, YOU BASTARD!”
All for One simply laughed at him. His own clothes already shed and kicked off the couch with the rest of Izuku's. He laid his bare, burning body over Izuku's, smothering him entirely.
“I HATE YOU!” He screamed in his face.
“No, you don't.” All for One replied, far too easily. “Because you are a sweet boy. Too sweet and far too kind for your own good.”
Izuku grunted as his legs were pulled up to his chest and held there by the man. Then he felt something wet touch the back of his thigh and he swung an arm over his eyes.
That wet feeling turned out to be the man's fingers, and they dragged down his leg and touched his bottom. Sliding right against what he now knew was his entrance, and pushing inside without a moment's hesitation.
Izuku clenched his teeth as hard as he could to avoid yelling in pain. He breathed in through his nose and fought his own body to try and relax. If he could just relax it might not hurt as bad.
The movie blared on in the background, the light from the TV flashed under the shadow of his arm. He could hear All Might's voice above the sound of him sobbing, but he couldn't understand a thing he was saying.
It was all just white noise.
Izuku cried as the man's fingers pushed in and out of his hole. He could hear it too. Wet and sloppy and disgusting.
At the very least it hurt less than last time, but the thought of that didn't bring Izuku any comfort.
He groaned as the man pulled his fingers loose and lowered his legs back down. Adjusting them so they wrapped around his large frame.
Something larger and harder than the man's fingers pressed up against him, and Izuku knew what it was.
That was when All for One grabbed his arm and took it away from his face. Izuku hated the vision of the man's smiling face that greeted him.
“Izuku, are you ready? I am going to enter you now,” he told him.
Izuku hiccuped and shook his head no.
All for One gave him a sympathetic smile then and bent forward to touch their foreheads together.
“Just breathe.”
Izuku drew in a sharp breath and held it until the man started to push in. Slowly and painfully, but not unfamiliarly the man's cock nestled inside him.
“Oh…that's it,” All for One moaned. “Good boy…good boy.”
Izuku's face twisted as the man littered kisses all over his face in praise.
It wasn’t long at all before he started to move inside him. First a slow and torturous pace, then faster and faster. Until he was brutalizing his insides.
Izuku’s hands crawled their way around the man’s shoulders and clung on to dear life. His nails bluntly dragged their way into his skin, drawing angry red lines.
It hurt just like it did before. Somehow simultaneously worse and better.
He hated every bit of it, the feeling, the sounds, the way All for One clung to him like a snake, suffocating him.
It got somehow even worse when the man grabbed him by the face and forced him to watch the TV. It was the part during the movie that All Might was triumphing over the villain and saving everyone. His favorite part.
…But now it was soured. All Might couldn’t save him this time, not anymore. Not since this monster killed him.
A sopping deep kiss was pressed into his cheek. Izuku fought the hand that held him, and when that didn’t work he closed his eyes tight.
He heard a dark chuckle from the man soon after, and he was finally let go. He turned his head back towards the man and glared at him with all his might. Pouring every ounce of hatred into his eyes.
It was then that he noticed the lewd smile that stretched across All for One’s face. How he seemed to almost be chuckling to himself while glancing at the TV every now and then.
Izuku realized that this whole thing was likely a kind of catharsis for the man. Dominating his worst enemy’s successor in front of him in a way. The man who desecrated his body and ruined his empire, taking away everything he held close.
“Y-you’re sick,” Izuku forced out.
All for One looked at him with raised eyebrows and rocked his hips a little slower.
“Hm?” He grinned. “Am I?”
A large hand came over and stroked Izuku on the head, brushing back his sweaty curls.
“I suppose I am,” the man said with a smile. “And so are you.”
Izuku shook his head. “No…I’m not—”
“No, Izuku. You’re just as sick as I am,” All for One spoke over him. “Do you see this, down here?”
Izuku looked down and saw the man cupping his penis.
…And it was hard.
Izuku shook his head again more violently. “That doesn’t mean anything!”
“Ohhh, yes it does, little one,” All for One laughed as he began pumping his cock up and down.
“Stop it! Let go!” Izuku yelled and threw his hands down to try and bat the man’s hand away.
The man ignored him and merely gathered his arms up with his other hand and pinned them to his stomach.
All Izuku could do was scream and twist like a wild animal as the man kept touching him. Pulling and caressing, twisting and squeezing.
Izuku choked out a cry as he felt himself cum into the man’s hand.
“There you go…” All for One purred. “Didn’t that feel good?”
Izuku sobbed into the couch cushions and shook his head.
Suddenly the man’s face was next to his, biting at his ear.
“Liar,” he breathed.
Izuku screamed as All for One grabbed his legs and pulled him back violently, impaling him on the man’s cock.
When he finally opened his eyes and looked up at the man through his tears, he saw a monster. Glowing pale eyes, shadowed by the light from the screen, a wide white smile.
A whimper forced its way out of Izuku, because he was scared. He was truly scared, and the man loved that. He could see it in how the man’s smile stretched even further at the sound he made.
The credits were rolling. Izuku watched as All for One cracked his neck and the TV switched off. Leaving them in total darkness. Just a pair of white dots looming over Izuku.
It was silent for a long moment. The man barely moved inside him, just a gentle rocking back and forth.
“Izuku…” All for One’s deep voice finally penetrated the silence.
“Izuku…” he said once more. “I would like you to do something for me.”
Izuku trembled, waiting with bated breath for the man to just tell him what was on his mind.
“I would like you to call me…Papa.”
Izuku blinked. His face twisted in disgust.
Just when he was about to tell him no, a hand curled around his throat.
“Call me Papa,” the man said again. His voice left no room for argument or protests. Just obedience.
It took the man squeezing his neck just a little before the word finally fell out.
“P-Papa,” Izuku choked.
“Again.”
“Papa,” he repeated.
A sickening smile stretched across the man’s face.
“There’s my baby boy,” he whispered. Mouthing at Izuku’s neck, he began thrusting in fervor once again.
Izuku sobbed and gripped the man’s back, the couch, pillows, anything he could reach.
When the man finally finished it was with a loud groan. He fell on top of Izuku, crushing him flat against the sofa. All Izuku could do was struggle to breathe until the man got off of him.
In a long, slow drag, the man’s cock was pulled out of him. Izuku cringed at the wetness that dripped down his ass afterwards.
A large hand carded through his hair lovingly. Izuku pinched his lips together and struggled not to try and hide away as he felt warm breath touch his face.
“Oh, my precious little boy…” The man sighed. “You are so dear to me, so sweet.”
Hot lips pressed against his forehead, then his cheek and finally his mouth.
“I-I want to go to bed,” Izuku choked out.
The man paused, then hummed.
“...I see,” he said.
Izuku shut his eyes as another kiss was pressed to his lips.
“Let’s get you to bed then, shall we?”
In the next moments he was lifted up into the air and held close to the man’s chest. Carried like a child… or a bride, to bed.
Izuku held onto the man’s neck as if he would drop him, his naked body shaking in the cold air.
The door to the bedroom opened on its own. Once they stepped inside and the light of the lamp flicked on, Izuku realized this wasn’t his bedroom.
All for One placed him on a large bed. Pulling back the thick covers and laying them over him.
It smelled like him. That was the first thing Izuku noticed, other than how comfortable the bed was.
Then the mattress sunk to his side as the man got in beside him. His warmth came close and enveloped him, just as the blanket did.
All for One kissed him once again. First on the cheeks, then his nose and his mouth. He drew him even closer into his embrace and smelled his hair.
“Sleep with me tonight,” he said it like a command.
As if it was a spell, or some kind of quirk, Izuku found his eyelids drooping shut.
“Nn…” He groaned.
The man only hushed him. Soft and gentle in his ear.
“Sweet dreams, Izuku Midoriya.”
…Then it was black.