Red lights

Chapter 8

Bakugo awoke to yelling from outside Dabi's room. The door was slightly open and he could hear that hand guy's panicked voice.

"What the hell happened, they found us already!?" Bakugo was awake now. They had found him?

He felt that warm feeling fade a little. That would mean he would have to leave. A shiver ran through Bakugo as the cool air brushed his skin, reminding him he was still naked.

Jumping off the bed he collapsed to the floor as he felt the plug from last night still burried deep within him. Slowly getting up he felt a wave of pleasure roll through him. Every time he moved the plastic shifted, pressing into him just right.

Bakugo paused, should he take it out? Dabi had never said he couldn't...

His question didn't take long to be answered as Dabi stormed into the room and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

Bakugo watched him stand there for a second, face red with rage as he attempted to calm his breathing.

"Dabi?" Bakugo questioned. The voice of the blonde seemed to snap him back to reality and Dabi looked down at him. Bakugo, realising he was still naked, tugged on the blanket to cover his lower half.

Dabi looked over Bakugo as he sat in the floor, the blanket only just covering his nether regions. He let off a sigh and knelt beside him, running a hand down his face.

"They found you far too quickly, we're going to have to say goodbye for now again." Maybe it was a trick of the light, but Bakugo swore that Dabi looked sad at their parting.

After a few seconds Dabi's hand trailed from Bakugo's cheek to his neck, grabbing the collar gently.

"I'll let you keep this as a momento, you'd better be wearing it next time I see you." Bakugo found himself nodding, his heart beating faster at the thought of there being a next time.

The door burst open and Bakugo turned to look at whoever has just barged in with fear in his eyes. Oh no, was it his allies already?

Fortunately, or unfortunately, it was some scraggly haired man with horribly dry and disfigured lips. The man stood there for a second, taking in the scene before he grinned cruelly.

"My, you turned him into a dog did you?" Bakugo shivered at the harsh tone of the voice, recognising it as the person Dabi had been arguing with.

"Shut up Shigaraki, do we let him go?" Dabi asked, he sounded deadpan but Bakugo could see his finger tapping away at his hand at record speed behind his back. A nervous tick?

The man called Shigaraki lazing stalked across the room before yanking harshly on the collar. Bakugo tumbled forward onto his knees, but refused to move any further.

"Depends how obedient he is." He purred in amusement. Dabi pulled Shigaraki's hand off of Bakugo, who quickly backed away from him.

"Obedient enough, now get out of my room." Dabi growled, already annoyed that Shigaraki had his hands all over Bakugo. Shigaraki simply chuckled before getting up to leave. Before he shut the door he shot Bakugo one final glare.

Blood red glared into crimson and Bakugo found himself shying away in fear. Shigaraki let out an amused laugh and the door was shut.

Bakugo sat motionless on the floor, that look of hate bored into his memory and freezing his body from any movements. When he felt a hand on his shoulder he flinched before looking up to see Dabi watching him carefully.

"Who was that?" Bakugo asked. Dabi let off a sigh before gently helping Bakugo up to sit onto the bed, sending another shiver though him.

"He's the boss man, not a nice dude but we do what he sais....for now." Bakugo nodded, sensing the hint of hatred in his voice. He placed his hand gently on Dabi's shoulder for reassurance before Dabi sprung to his feet suddenly.

"Anyways enough moping, you need to get dressed to go home." Bakugo nodded as he searched the floor for his clothes, only to find them neatly folded on the bedside table. He stood up to dress himself, only for the plug to press him again and he couldn't help the slight moan that escaped his lips.

Dabi shot him a confused look before Bakugo simply grinned and slowly turned to show it still inside him. Dabi's eyes widened at the sight and he walked over, grabbing Bakugo by the hip.

"You really did keep it in..." He muttered as he looked over it.

"I did, now keep your promise." Bakugo murmered as Dabi slowly took it out of him. He threw it aside carelessly and nodded.

"Alright what do you want?" Dabi asked but Bakugo shook his head.

"I'm saving it for later." He smiled sneakily and Dabi had to admit, that was smart. He planted a kiss on Bakugo's cheek before pulling out the cuffs and smiling sadly.

"Do you have to..." He asked and Dabi nodded. Sighing Bakugo held out his wrists obediently as Dabi placed them on him. Bakugo could feel his quirk as it bubbled just below his skin, but refused to work as he wanted. He hated quirk restraints.

A loud crash from above startled the both of them and Dabi cursed to himself, quickly putting on his mask and grabbing Bakugo by the waist.

"We run, follow me." And with that they ran. Through so many identical corridors that Bakugo's head began to spin. Occasionally another loud crash would be heard and the ground would shake violently, almost making them fall. Eventually they came to a stop in front of a heavy set metal door. Bakugo had no clue as to where they were but they weren't as deep underground as before.

They stood in silence for a few seconds before Dabi spoke, opening the door at the same time.

"I'm really sorry about this, no personal hate alright?" Bakugo tilted his head in confusion.

"What do you m-" But that's all he said before Dabi flung him through the open door. His shoulder slammed into the wall, probably bruising it. He fell to his knees, the force having knocked the air from his lungs. He looked up as Dabi came over to him, gently running a hand down his cheek and saying something. Bakugo couldn't hear it over the ringing in his ears.

The ground shook once more and Dabi left. Shutting the large metal door behind himself.

Bakugo leaned his head against the wall, he could see blood covering it, both newer and older. Struggling against the cuffs he slammed them against the wall. They let out a loud clang and jarred his shoulders painfully.

Maybe try something else.

Turning to the door he slammed his shoulder into it as hard as he could. Pain filled his right side but he did it again, it would't look realistic if he didn't have a few injuries after all. Giving up with ramming it he raised his leg and kicked the door as hard as he could. The door shuddered but refused to give.

In one final attempt he slammed his skull against the door. The ground shook, the door shook, and Bakugo's brain shook.

He stumbled backwards and landed in a heap against the wall again. His head ached horribly and that warm feeling was probably him bleeding. He looked back at the door as the entire floor shook again. He leaned against the wall as his vision started to blur, blood dripping into his eye.

Bakugo watched as the door was blown off it's hinged, slamming into the wall just beside him. He looked back at the door to see who it was but the light was behind them and his head felt like it would split open. Without realising he had slowly been sliding down to the side, only realizing when his head hit the floor and everything went black.