Speak softly my sweet villain (one-shot)

Speak Softly My Sweet Villain

Ask anyone in Tokyo and they'll tell you the same thing. That the No.1 Pro Hero Todoroki Shoto is the perfect hero. He's kind to everyone, always the first to arrive on a crime scene, always the calm and collected hero everyone wants him to be.

It was ironic how things happened to lead Shoto to his current situation. Him moaning and shuddering like a teenager, clinging to the strong perfect body of the most wanted villain in Japan, Ground Zero.

6 Months Ago

He and Ground Zero had been fighting one on one for over an hour. The other Pro Heros were otherwise occupied by lesser villains and Shoto was wearing out. The only consolation was that Ground Zero was wearing down too. His movements were slowing and he'd lost a gauntlet some 20 minutes ago.

Shoto had never felt more alive in his life. Ground Zero was his complete equal in every way. They matched punch for punch, strike for strike, neither breaking, neither relenting. It was exhilarating.

"You're getting slow Mr. Pro Hero." Ground Zero's arrogant smirk doesn't phase Shoto any more. They have had this stalemate for months and the snarky blondes quips didn't ruffle his feathers. Instead, he relished the fresh attitude. No one was ever cold to him. No one dared to turn their nose up at the No.1 Hero the way Ground Zero was doing right now.

He licks his lips and grins. His blood running hot even though his powers were weakening. Maybe he would die tonight? He'd be okay dying at the hands of his equal. No one would fault him for falling to the most wanted villain in the country. The villain that always succeeded and could never be caught.

"Oi, pay attention to me you half n half bastard!" Ground Zero yells and Shoto braces for what he knows is a frontal attack. Another reason they stalemate is they both know each other too well by now. Sure enough, the feisty blonde launches towards him but then does something new that catches Shoto completely off guard. He feints to the left and swings his leg out, hitting Shoto full in the stomach, knocking the breath out of his lungs, and flinging him backwards to land harshly on his back.

Ground Zero is on him in a second, pinning his arms to his sides with his legs, his hands slamming down on either side of his head. Shoto looks up at the blonde dazed. He'd really let his guard down on that one. Was this it? He was tired from fighting. Tired of always being looked at as the perfect hero. Tired of having to hide all the time.

"Oi, you are still fucking spacing out? What the fuck is so important that you can't even focus on our fight? Haah??" Shoto blinks and tries to focus on the burning red eyes above him. He'd never been this close to Ground Zero before. Their fights were always fought with range attacks and only a little sparring if needed. His eyes lazily trail down the blondes scratched up cheeks, his strong jaw, his scowling mouth. He'd probably look gorgeous if he smiled.

"Do you ever smile?" He asks not paying attention to the vein popping from Ground Zero's forehead.

"Haah? What the-- the fuck?" It's enough for the villain to lean back, his weight briefly relaxing over Shoto's arms. It was enough.

He puts all his remaining power in lighting up his left side. Ground Zero yelps and rolls off him as flames lick at his pants and now their roles are reversed.

"The fuck IcyHot? You tricked me!" The blonde screams and Shoto grins lazily at him, still wondering why he even tried. Guess he still wanted to live, even if for a little longer.

"Sorry Ground Zero. I guess I didn't want to die yet." He slams his palm into the blondes neck and squeezes, choking off his next insult with a satisfying gagging noise. Oh, Shoto liked that.

A hard friction jolts him as his prisoner jerks his hips up, grinding a very hard erection against Shoto's ass. The Pro Hero gasps and leans forward, eyes wide in surprise.That was the last thing he was expecting.