Darkest Desires

Chapter 1

Love is fucking stupid. It is. People may say it's the best thing ever. Something that everyone should experience and not take for granted. To me, I just see it as an obstacle in my fucking way to becoming a hero. I'm not a robot who has never had crush, I've had crushes. Just ones that I knew how to keep hidden and didn't do anything to make sure they became something more. Mainly because all of them were boys. Yeah, I'm gay. Got a fucking problem with it? Good.

My room is quiet other than the sounds of my scribbling on paper. This math is a piece of cake, I could do it in my sleep. I had my earbuds in my ears listening to top hits and heavy metal. Music helps me concentrate. As much as I know doing homework while listening to music is a bad idea, I do it either way. No one cares how I do my work or what I do to become so good at it. Only one person does, and that's Deku.

For some strange reason, I think he has an obsession with me. Actually, I know he has an obsession. That nerd wants to know everything about me and looks at me like I'm some sort of new discovery he wants to find out more of. His stare.....that stare he always does when he looks at people, trying to analyze them. I've never seen him do that stare toward me, but I know he does. I just want to see it. See that weakling of a nerd see me like I'm his next meal.

I rub my knees together and let out a shaky breath. Deku......deku......deku. I lift my head up and bite my lip. Just as I was about to slide my pants off, there's a knock on my window. I jolt back to reality and remove my earbuds. The knock happens again. I turn to the window and see someone there. Who the hell could this be at these hours of the night? I thought.

I walk to the window. I'm able to take a closer look of who it could be and I notice the person is wearing all black with a cap. I roll my eyes and lift the window up. The person looks up at me and smiles. "Hey, Kacchan." Of course it's deku.

"What the hell are you doing here," I ask, sounding slightly pissed.

"Oh you know, just stopping by," he says as he comes in.

"Hey, I didn't tell you that you could come in, shit nerd."

"I'm sorry." He gives me an apologetic smile. My cheeks heat up slightly and I turn to the window. I close it.

"Why are you here, deku," I ask and turn to him. With only my lamp on, I can't see much of his face but I can see the hint of red that comes across his cheeks.

"I...I want to do it," he said with a shaky voice. That voice just pisses me off. I know that he's hiding something underneath that mask. That mask of a sweet smile and kind eyes. The mask that everyone loves and would not dare hurt. I know that isn't deku. I bet deep down he wants to pounce on me and fuck me right against the window so everyone can see. But I wouldn't say that I wouldn't like that.

"Deku, I told you before. You don't come to my house. I go to yours," I said, "if you want to get off, then masturbate yourself."

"But Kacchannnnn, I can't if I know what it feels like to be inside you. I need you." I blush comes across my cheeks. "Masturbating isn't enough for me anymore," he adds.

"Well, that isn't my problem," I say, "I'm just fine without you." That was a lie. Yeah I use my own hands or use toys to let me let out some steam but it doesn't compare that much to deku. The only bad thing about doing it with deku is that he's too gentle. He always asks if I feel okay or if it hurts. And even when I say I feel okay or tell him to go faster, he just keeps going the medium pace. That's not enough for me. My desires aren't being satisfied and it's slowly pissing me off.

"Please, Kacchan," deku begged. His eyes met mine and I could see a glint of amusement in them. A chill went down my spine.

"F...fine but next time you better not come in out of nowhere," I said. I pressed against the window and watched him walk toward me. He removed his cap and threw it to the side. I held back a smile. Maybe this time around it'll be different. Deku moved between my legs and lifted them up, wrapping them around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck.  His green eyes kept looking into mine, not breaking the stare.