Collar Bound

ch 8

Chapter 8

Notes:

Hey, a warning to everyone, this chapter is kind of dark. If you wanna skip it, there will be a quick summary in the beginning of the next chapter, but yeah, it's not pretty.

Chapter Text

Izuku was sitting on the couch watching television. He hadn't had the time to do stuff like this in a long time, and by now, even if he was home sick he'd already done exercises in an attempt to make sure he wasn't being too lazy, but he promised Bakugo he'd take care of himself. He couldn't help but chuckle as he lifted his mug to his lips, the scent of freshly brewed green tea warming his senses, though right after he took a sip he heard his phone ring and looked, seeing 'Kacchan' light up on his caller ID right as a knock was heard at the door. He lifted the phone and headed over to the window, answering the phone as he peered out to see Bakugo looking away, glancing over the sidewalk. “If you were here, why did you knock at the door? Hold on, I'll let you in.” Izuku hung up, sliding the phone into his pocket as he headed over, opening the door.
He was surprised when the first thing that happened was the Bakugo reached out, sliding something into his ears, much to his confusion before he heard the first word. “Kneel.” Izuku shivered, falling to the ground, surprised but confused. It wasn't as blissful as the last time. The euphoria he felt was gone, leaving him trembling and nervous as the man stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him.
Izuku realized and turned, trying to crawl away, the glare still ringing in his head, controlling his movements enough that he couldn't stand. “Stay.” He heard and felt his limbs seize, leaving him painfully stuck in place as he fought to move.
“Who are you?” He asked, fighting to move his legs, desperate to get away.
“You can already tell?” The man asked, walking around him to crouch down, lifting his chin. “I heard you just got this cute side to you, and you're already so skilled with it, obeying so well.” He pet his head, though it didn't leave the same warmth as when Bakugo did so.
“It doesn't feel the same. It's wrong.” He mumbled, feeling his shoulder relax, though he tried to stay still. Maybe he could punch this son of a bitch if he could move his arm fast enough.
“That's a problem with working things this way. Sometimes it works perfectly, sometimes it's harder on the poor little subs. You still can't fight it when I glare though, can you? So when I say 'Present', you have to obey.” They watched as Izuku stared in horror, rolling to his back as his legs pushed apart his own hands moving to push down his pants, though the Bakugo before him moved to slide them off the rest of the way.
“Good. Good, little Deku.” The man moved, moving to his knees as he pushed down the front of his own pants, only now did Izuku realize he was wearing a simple set of black sweats, though he wore nothing beneath. “You already have me so hard. Crawl.” He gripped hard to Izuku's hips as he rolled to his hands and knees before hearing “Stay.”
“Please... Izuku whimpered, feeling fingers slide up his side as the man crawled around him, his hand tracing over his back. “You don't have to do this.”
“I don't, but I want to.” He cooed. “Open your mouth.” He chuckled, shoving himself into Izuku's throat, earning a choked out gag before Izuku felt fingers push into him. He didn't have a direction to run, and ended out trembling, looking around in terror, the pain of being pushed into the first time already terrible, but having his throat stretched as well left him unable to even scream. “Fuck, you feel good, Deku. Stay.” He said again, making sure he didn't try to escape or worse, attack. He moved one hand to the back of Izuku's head, pulling him all the way down, leaving Izuku gagging terribly, though he realized it and pulled out, watching as Izuku threw up on the floor, his hands trembling terribly in their attempt to keep him from falling.
“You couldn't even keep sucking until I was happy. You feel good, but you aren't very good at this.” He crawled back around, moving himself behind him before Izuku realized what was about to happen.
“I was on the phone!” He gasped out in panic. “I was on the phone with him when I answered the door! I thought he'd come home early to surprise me! He's probably on his way here right now!” Izuku blurted out, his fingers gripping hard to the carpet as he felt hands move to his hips, the man leaning over his back to whisper into his ear.
“Quiet.”
Izuku couldn't say a word, nothing but groans and moans able to pass his throat before they turned to muted screams. He felt as he was slammed into, white hot pain tore through him, leaving his legs shaking, his body fighting to move away though he heard the next glare of “Stay” too soon to do anything, leaving him feeling cold.
He shook terribly, the pain raising up further in his chest before he threw up again, feeling dizzy, honestly hoping he was about to faint from the pain. “No, no passing out! Up!” He commanded, grabbing Izuku's hair and yanked him to his knees, slamming harder into him. “Ah, This really is your first time, isn't it? So fucking tight.” He groaned, slamming harder into him, and Izuku whimpered, his hands starting to be able to move, though he couldn't do anything before the man yanked him up, pushing harder in. “I wonder if we could make this more fun.” He cooed, reaching around to start sliding his hand over Izuku's limp length.
“No... way.” Izuku fought to mumble, his teeth gritting as the man behind him chuckled. He pulled out and leaned back, pushing Izuku to his back, and with Izuku almost able to move he had a shimmer of hope before the next glare was spoken.
“Present.” Izuku laid firmly on his back, lifting and spreading his legs for the other man to see. “Stay. Quiet.” He cooed as he moved closer, again slamming into him.
This time, though, the sensation was different, and though he expected the pain, he was almost more scared over the fact that this didn't hurt. It felt good. He looked away, his eyes clenched as he felt the hand again wrap around his cock, this time getting the reaction the man was used to.
“This is so much better...” He groaned, rocking harshly, ignoring the way Izuku whimpered at the thrusts, the way his hands gripped tight to his ankles as he held his legs wide open. “And I have a feeling you're already getting close. This is your first time, so I knew it would be fast, but I guess you should be happy you weren't a dom. That would be a pissed off sub, right here.” He chuckled, slamming harder in, before he let out a groan.
Izuku couldn't stop the way his body responded. He couldn't stop the way the pressure inside of him was hitting just right to make him respond, to make him get off, the hand jerking him off only making him feel worse in the situation before he released. He hated it. He hated that this asshole was able to do this to him, and that there was nothing he could do about it, but even worse, he hated that a second later the thrusts grew harder before they grew painful, suddenly intense as a groan escaped the one pushing into him.
“Fuck, that was good.” He sighed, pulling out before he moved to the couch, sitting down. “Crawl. Come.” He called over and Izuku blankly rolled to his knees, crawling over, feeling moisture drip down his thighs. He felt numb, his hands trembling as he moved over, though the man didn't seem to care. “Clean me off. Lick.” He cooed, and Izuku barely thought as he opened his mouth, tasting blood before he consciously fought to ignore it. “You really are only good at that because I knew you were a virgin. You won't be good at it again, and your worth as a sub is gone.” He reached to pet his head.
Izuku was surprised that even though the words weren't Bakugo's, he still felt the same cold start to seep into his chest. “You have always been trouble, and now you're a sub for me. You're not good at anything besides being a hindrance to me, and it would be better off for everyone if you would just die.” He pet his head before he stood, turning to walk away, pulling up his pants as Izuku sat, the cold quickly seeping faster in.
He knew it wasn't Bakugo. He knew full well that it wasn't him that left, but the cold he left was so much worse, and kicked in so much faster. He felt his stomach turn as he fell to his side, curled up into a ball on the floor, whimpering at the pain that seemed to radiate through him, as it felt like the words were tearing him apart from the inside. He fought to breathe, but the breath that moved through his chest came out in a sob, but it felt like that was nearly the last of his energy.
Izuku knew he was dying. Subdrop. The one who could glare at him told him to die, and so his body was doing so regardless of what he wanted. He looked to the door, feeling his hope leave him. Bakugo wouldn't want him. He couldn't even defend himself even when he knew that this wasn't him.
He wasn't even able to take care of himself for a day. He felt tears trickle down his face as his energy left, barely realizing as he was shifted, an arm pulling him to sit, earning another whimper before he felt tears on his face. He wasn't functional enough to understand immediately, and tried to open his eyes, feeling the hand on his forehead before he could recognize the fear in the eyes before him.
Then he heard the next glare. “Listen.” Izuku stared, his hands trembling as the subdrop left him on the verge of consiousness. “No matter what happened, it didn't happen. Nothing happened, no one said anything, so you have no reason to be in subdrop. You need to get better.” He looked him over in panic, and Izuku realized that this was the real one.
“What in the hell...” He heard Breeze walk in, immediately calling for the police.
“Deku, you can't die here. You can't leave me!” He cried and Izuku felt the cold in his limbs start to ease off a little. “You need to come back and be safe! I just found out you were mine! I've wanted to ask you to stay with me for fucking years and to find out we were fated, Deku, I love you, you can't fucking die on me now!” He yelled and Izuku staggered a breath, not realizing his breathing was almost stopped until he was able to gasp in, reaching up to wrap his arms around Bakugo's shoulders. “Fuck! You're breathing!” He gasped, his hands starting to tremble. “You're gonna be alright. I'm here, and I'm not gonna let anything else happen. Fuck, I'm so sorry!” He hugged Izuku to his chest, pulling him up onto his lap as he calmed them both down. “I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.” He tried to breathe, to calm himself, though he was surprised when Izuku turned, straddling over his lap, his arms tight around his neck.
Bakugo fought to keep from crying, but he only lasted a few seconds, the relief hitting him hard. “I'm gonna do anything you want for you after this. You need a reward. I can't believe you came back. Fuck, I love you!” He nuzzled into Izuku's shoulder, missing the tears that trailed down Izuku's cheeks.
The cops came out and Izuku was taken to the hospital, and though at first they assumed Bakugo to be the main suspect, the fact that by the time they arrived they found Izuku to be wrapped around him and deep into subspace left them with no choice but to trust that he wasn't the one to blame.
By the time he was loaded onto the stretcher Bakugo was being protective enough to growl at anyone who came close, the doctors having to coax him down before they could pull the blanket from Izuku's back and lay him down to examine him. Bakugo didn't leave him for a second, nuzzling to keep him comfortable as he was examined, even though the cold tools and the probing touches pulled him out of the comfort of of subspace, leaving him clenched to Bakugo. “I still have you. Everything's gonna be alright.” Bakugo pet his head, giving soft kisses to his forehead as he was examined and looked over, though in the end, except for a few pain meds and cold packs, there wasn't much they could do.
Bakugo insisted on doing the cleanup. He pushed the doctors from the room, wrapping Izuku with a blanket so he couldn't see, half scared himself as he hadn't looked below the waist when he'd come through the door, instead focusing on the horrible blue color of his face and the way his eyes looked so far unfocused and distant. Bakugo sighed as he sat down, letting himself hate this moment. He'd thought Izuku was dead. He'd thought he was too late, and he hated himself for being unable to do a damned thing except rush home.
At least he was wrong enough to be able to save him. He looked up, seeing Izuku's eyes focused on his face, barely able to see him over the blanket. Bakugo gave him a smile, reaching to softly caress his outer thigh, trying to give him at least a bit of a comforting touch, and was surprised to see Izuku pull his head down, hiding beneath the blanket.
He'd just been raped and nearly murdered. He doubted that kind of a touch was the most appropriate, and he realized how terrible it was to not realize it until then. He pulled up the cloth to look beneath and see how bad it was.
He was inflamed, and there were definite signs of distress, blood and other bodily fluids splattered over him, blood dribbled down his legs, but one thing he noticed was how Izuku moved his hands to cover his stomach, hiding and Bakugo realized what he was doing. “Don't worry about it.” Bakugo sighed. “It's a reaction. You can't control it. It's not your fault.” Bakugo looked up over the blanket again, seeing Izuku trembling as he moved his hands back to his chest, letting Bakugo see.
He cleaned him off. He wouldn't let Izuku do this alone. He dealt with enough of it by himself, and even if they hadn't been intimate before, letting him go to clean off this kind of a mess by himself seemed cruel in ways Bakugo couldn't allow. He made sure by the end nothing remained, which ended out embarrassing Izuku quite a bit as he carefully cleaned him out, but honestly, Bakugo not only wanted to make sure Izuku didn't have to deal with that alone, but he wanted any trace of whoever that bastard had been to be washed away. He was glad to be rid of it in the end, and helped slide a pair of the hospital's paper pants up his legs, helping to cover him up. “Is that better?” He asked, moving around to slide up beside him and Izuku nodded, rolling to his side, sliding his head to Bakugo's lap.
“I was scared.” He whispered, and Bakugo sighed.
“If he was able to glare and get you to cooperate, I don't blame you.” Bakugo sighed, running his fingers through Izuku's hair.
“I was weak. I couldn't even defend myself. He was so close, and I couldn't even hit him.” Izuku sobbed, and Bakugo shook his head, sliding him up to sit in his lap, laying Izuku's head on his shoulder.
“You weren't weak. You were trapped. That doesn't make you weak.” Bakugo kissed his temple, seeing the tears in Izuku's eyes. “You weren't weak. You got through and you didn't die. You weren't weak at all.” Bakugo watched as Izuku nodded, turning to wrap his arms around his chest, holding him tight.
It was going to be a while before they were comfortable again.