Bakudeku
Sad one
Bc I can
Angst is my specialty and I despise it

Katsuki felt heavy. Not his normal kind of heavy. Like a sack of rocks slowly drifting to the bottom of a lake kind of heavy, even as he woke.

The sounds around him were muffled and distant and he struggled to open his eyes and lift his head. He winced at the bright light, taste of his own blood on his tongue.

"Oh, look. He's finally waking up."

A slender man crouched in front of the hero, small smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes. "How awake are you. Enough to talk?"

Katsuki huffed in an attempt to snarl, trying to push himself up by his hands shackled behind his back.

"Damn," the man chuckled, carding his fingers through his dark blue hair. "How much sedative did you give him, Knock-Out?"

"A little too much, apparently."

"No shit."

"What-" Katsuki croaked then coughed, throat aching with the effort of using his voice. "What do you... Want..?" He finally rasped out, looking to all the villains in the room.

Just three, but he wasn't sure what any of their quirks were. He couldn't recognize any of these people.

The man in front of him scoffed. "And here I thought we were gonna be the ones interrogating you, pro-hero Dynamight," he mused as he stood back up.

Katsuki attempted a snarl, yanking on his restraints.

"Feisty."

"I'm gonna kill you..."

The blue haired man chuckled. "I'm sure you'll try. You certainly fulfilled that promise to my father."

Katsuki kept up his glare, but wasn't sure what this man was on about.

The villain sighed and waved his hand, walking towards the door. "Get him to talk."

~

Katsuki coughed and spat, his blood now smattered across the concrete floor. He panted and glared to the man in front of him. "Nothing you do can get me to talk!" He snapped, yanking once again on his restraints.

The man with the blue hair grinned wickedly, eyes gleaming excitedly. "About damn time you said that! I've been waiting all night! Blue bird!"

There was a click from behind the curtain across the room. Katsuki furrowed his brows, not liking the sinking feeling of dread in his gut.

The man with the blue hair tore the curtains back and Katsuki's breath caught.

Wrists bound above his head, Izuku dangled limply from the ceiling on the other side of the large window, head hung low. He wore his civilian clothes, missing his cap and sunglasses.

"You know, I was pleasantly surprised you had a spouse, Bakugou," the blue haired man chuckled, looking through the window. "For so long I had made plan after plan, but nothing was going to work. Nothing was going to get you to talk... So, when you were out on patrol a few weeks ago, we broke into your lovely house. Imagine my surprise when we saw that not only were you sharing your home, but you were married! And to the number one hero, Deku, no less!"

Katsuki grit his teeth, eyes stinging as he struggled more. "I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'll blow you up so bad it'll be like you never fucking existed! I'll obliterate you! Don't you fucking dare touch him!"

Cackling, the villain snapped his fingers.

A woman stepped into view on Izuku's side of the window. Blue feathers lined her arms and her cheeks.

"Wake up the young hero, will you love?"

She nodded, plucking a feather with a flinch. Immediately, the feather became a blade. With her unoccupied hand, she fisted Izuku's hair and tilted his head up.

Katsuki thrashed, gritting his teeth. "No! No, no- don't you fucking do it!"

The woman dragged the blade down Izuku's freckled cheek, the greenette flinching and trying to move away as he slowly woke. His blood trickled down his jawline and his neck, already staining his shirt and thin jacket. "W-wait-" he gasped, voice raspy.

"He's awake," she muttered, dropping his head.

Izuku panted softly, trying to wake himself more. "What... What's going on..?"

"Fuck- Izuku! Deku, I'm gonna get us out!"

"Kacchan..?" Izuku looked around, squinting.

"One-way," the blue haired man mused, tapping the glass. That seemed to startle the greenette on the other side. "We can see him, he can't see us."

"He's more powerful than I am, he can break you in seconds!" Katsuki growled, wrists bleeding from his struggles.

With a chuckle, the villain sat back down. "Quirk cancelers still work on strong quirks, Kacchan. We've got about another seven hours before it begins to wear out."

Katsuki clenched his jaw, stomach dropping at the panicked look on Izuku's face as he struggled.

"Blue bird, I want him screaming."

~

Izuku screamed as his entire body seized up, straining as he arched away from the tazer in his back. He pulled on the restraints above his head, but they hardly budged.

"Stop it! Fucking- stop!" Katsuki thrashed, heaving and snarling. "Leave him alone!"

"Not until I have what I want!"

Izuku slumped and gasped for air as the tazer was pulled away. He panted heavily, body trembling.

Katsuki bit back tears, glaring as sharply as he could muster. "You can go to fucking hell!" He hissed, flinching as Izuku screamed again. He couldn't look. He couldn't see what she was doing.

The blue haired man grit his teeth, slamming his hand down on the table. "You are a stubborn ass! You'd really rather watch your spouse tortured than tell me one simple thing!?"

Katsuki spat in his direction as an answer.

"Don't- don't tell him, Kacchan!" Izuku gasped out, eyes searching the glass as if looking for Katsuki.

"Damn it! Son of a bitch!"

Izuku thrashed and wailed again, tears running down his face.

Katsuki grit his teeth, looking away.

The blue haired man blinked, looking to the greenette. He then smirked and knelt in front of Katsuki. He pinched the hero's face and forced eye contact.

"Tell me, Dynamight," he sighed, expression suddenly too calm. Katsuki didn't like that. "How is the young hero Deku in bed? Does he fuck you? Do you fuck him? Is he still deliciously tight?"

Katsuki yanked forward, centimeters from bashing their heads together as he bristled. "You lay a single flithy finger on him and you're dead meat!"

"Lots of death threats, Bakugou," he mused as he stood, walking out of the room.

Izuku convulsed again with another burst of electricity, sobbing afterwards. "Ka-Kacchan..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Katsuki panted, wriggling in his confines again. "Izuku, I'm gonna- I swear to God, I'm gonna get us out. We're gonna be fine- we'll get outta here, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," the blue haired man chided as he walked in Izuku's room, startling the greenette.

Blue bird stepped away.

Izuku whimpered and tilted away as the back of his neck was grabbed harshly.

Katsuki ground his teeth, hair grabbed and head yanked up so he'd watch. His eyes widened, breath hitching as he spotted the villain behind Izuku, stroking his own cock to hardness.

The greenette writhed, struggling to get farther away.

"I'm going to have him screaming for my cock, Bakugou."

"No..."

"I'm gonna fuck him until he can't fucking move."

"No, please!"

"Until the only thing he can think about when he's with you is me fucking deep in his ass."

Izuku gasped and yanked away as fingers curled into his jeans.

"Stop!" Katsuki screamed, surging forward so hard he could feel his restraints tearing into his skin. "Stop it! I'll tell you- I'll fucking tell you whatever you want to fucking know! Just don't fucking touch him!"

The blue haired man hummed, placing a kiss to Izuku's shoulder. The greenette shuddered and whimpered. "Damn... Now that I'm already hard... Fine." He released Izuku, stepping closer to the glass. "Give me the coordinates."

~

Both heros slumped, Katsuki resting his head back on the wall. His wounds all throbbed, but his mind wasn't on himself.

"Kacchan..?"

"I'm here..." He sighed. His wrists burned.

Izuku sniffed. "Can you see me..?"

"Yeah."

"I can't see you... I want to."

Katsuki bit his lip. "Hopefully... Someone will find us..." He muttered, but wasn't too hopeful.

Izuku nodded slowly.

The blond sighed and shifted, wincing as he could now feel each injury inflicted upon him. Adrenaline gone, he was now exhausted. So was the greenette on the other side of the glass.

"Kacchan..?"

"Yeah..?"

"You shouldn't... You shouldn't have told him... I don't know what the coordinates are or what he's after, but it clearly wasn't something he should have known," Izuku murmured, head low.

Katsuki grit his teeth and clenched his fists. "And, what? Let him rape you!? No way in hell!"

Izuku flinched slightly. "I could've-"

"Taken it? Uh-uh. No. No fucking way. You are my husband, you are more important to me than anything. You're my top priority."

The greenette teared up and nodded slowly. "Right... Sorry... Sorry, Kacchan..."

"What about you?" Katsuki pulled on his binds again. "Would you... Give up information for me..?"

Izuku whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I couldn't let anyone hurt you, Kacchan..."

"Exactly," the blond sighed, leaning back against the wall. "I had a hard enough time not telling them when you were getting tazed... But I wasn't expecting him to... To do that..." He breathed deeply, gut twisting at the thought alone. It was awful.

"How long will it take them to reach the coordinates?"

Katsuki pursed his lips, tilting his head back to rest against the wall behind him. "It's in Hong Kong, so a while."

"So if the heros can't find us..? We're just stuck? Hanging here?"

"Well, I'm sure our quirks will come back in a few hours, Deku."

"We'll probably be too exhausted by then to use our quirks, Kacchan," he huffed.

Katsuki rolled his eyes but thought that the younger was probably right. They'd be too spent and weak. Especially Izuku as he was practically dangling from the ceiling. His arms must hurt like hell.

He jolted and gasped, Izuku snapping his head up as the building shook. "Fuck-" Katsuki hissed, hearing explosions.

The last thing he heard before the lights went out was Izuku's freightend shout and him yanking on his chains. "KACCHAN!"

~

Katsuki gasped and shot up in bed, panting heavily with a thin sheen of cold sweat layering his body. He jumped as arms coiled around his waist, relaxing as the man beside him muttered tiredly.

"Nooo, don't leave," was muffled but Katsuki's nightshirt.

The blond sighed and carded his fingers through untameable green curls. "I'm not going anywhere, stupid."

Izuku hummed, curling up tighter. His arms kept Katsuki close to himself.

Katsuki trailed his hand down to trace the slim scar on his husband's cheek. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes.

The alarm will be going off in twenty minutes so he sees no point in trying to return to his fitful sleep. However, he won't bother his slumbering spouse. Katsuki was content in knowing Izuku was safe and unharmed.

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So, I originally had a lot more ideas, but then I ran out of inspiration and I hate myself for it