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“Hahaha, yeah stupidly brave and way too stubborn for his own good sometimes.” People say Michael and his dog were the same in those aspects.

“I’d love to meet your dogs sometime. Maybe we could arrange a play-date. If yours are fine with it of course. I bet mine would enjoy playing together. They are missing their friends back home.” At times, he felt bad taking them away from their home but it was too late for regrets now. Perhaps this would make them feel less lonely…. and also himself.

A playdate would lift Chanpu and Banira’s spirits. Maybe Chanpu would keep himself awake for the entire duration. The stubby dog had quite the habit of taking impromptu naps. Banira would be thrilled as she typically was when around other dogs. Vlad admitted he hadn’t been socializing them as much. The time crunches between his students and the madness of the recent past put a hefty roadblock into the hero’s routine. “I’m down for a meet and greet.”

Nodding to the name that was given in return, he would remember that for later on. The altered male stood there silent as he listened to Kan explain what the mission was that they were going on and his head tilted slightly, almost like a bird. 

“I can do what… you need me to..” He rasped out, his voice rough from disuse though he was truly trying. Blackened hands moved to pull leather gloves onto them as he looked down at himself. He had a small pouch on his hip that held a single roll of bandages, antiseptic spray and a needle and thread for medical purposes. On his belt were two smoke grenades, a dagger and his support tool pen. Once he was sure that he had everything, he looked back up to Kan.

“First job….” He thought a moment before nodding. “I only.. recently woke up, sir.” Keiran muttered. He knew that the other may not think he was ready, but with the ‘tests’ he had gone through already, the only thing he was slow on was speaking. The small male knew he could get a job done.. and kill easily.

“I’m no sir. Don’t call me that. I already told you what to call me.” Kan didn’t look at Keiran. Instead his eyes focused on loading the chamber of his pistols and holstering them to his thighs and hips. Of all the people to work with, it had to be this one. He who spoke with a rasp and in strange riddles. Woke up recently? The hell did that mean? This man looked like no infant or child, what sort of sleep had he been in?

Little information had been given to the nomu before it had been sent out with Kan. It had been a bit short notice, Keiran had been trying to work with some ‘staff’ that had been helping him regain his use of speaking to make information gathering easier as well as communication when he had been told that he was going out on a mission.

As he stood there, bright, moon like jade eyes looked up at the man that towered over him with his small stature. Blinking slightly, a slight look of curiosity filled his gaze as he listened to the other before rose tinted lips parted. “I was told… it was Keiran..” He muttered out lightly. His singular wing flexed behind him, seeming to stretch out as if getting ready for action. “Who are.. you?” Keiran asked with a tilt of his head. He had been told to listen to every word and follow this man, but hadn’t been told his name. “I will do.. whatever.. you need.”

He was told? Told that ‘Keiran’ was his name? Kan’s gaze stared into clouded jades but the man found no answers within them. The sluggish nature of his speech and the twitchy movements of his body almost made him appear animalistic. A creature out of place in the world around him. What a strange man this was. Though, suppose Kan had little place to judge. 

“Nosferatu. You can refer to me as that. This isn’t exactly my first time with this sort of thing. You were instructed on what we are doing I hope. Whether you did or didn’t doesn’t matter because I’m going to debrief anyway.” He couldn’t make Keiran listen and if this creature proved clueless then Kan would have to do majority of the work. Not entirely a problem, though, breaking into a weapons warehouse to steal bio-chemicals was a great task. “We’re breaking into a facility where they store weapons. My employer, your boss I guess, only has interest into the bio-chemical supplies. That’s the main focus.” 

Kan was in need of some money. His supply running dry after a string of operations against a patrol of police. The outcome of had been majority favorable but to ensure it’s best results, Kan would need materials. Materials costed money and money was something he had little of at the moment. Flicking a cigarette to the ground, a steal toed boot eliminated its flame. 

The heat enveloped him torturous and cruel. It everything Vlad wanted out of his. The man under him a body to provide him pleasure. A faceless entity who provided Vlad the warmth he had desperately craved for months now. It mattered who it was as long the blood hero was able to touch that wanton desire he missed so much. 

Never once did he slow his space. Hips collided against each other like a summer storm, turbulent, violent and messy. His lip curled and his teeth were bared as snarls and groans reverberated. Vlad knew if he didn’t keep his jaw tightly clenched his groans of wanton would travel farther than he wanted.  

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“Nah, just lucky. Or unlucky, dependin’ on how you look at it.” 

Tao almost said that the actual strong one was his boyfriend, but seeing as how Tamaki had just graduated from here – even with only three years’ age difference between them – he decided not to. There was no risk of him checking out current students, but didn’t want to make things weird regardless.

Tao marked up a paper and set it aside. Luckily, most of these kids knew what they were doing so it wasn’t a lot of brain power on his end.

“So, how’d you end up teachin’? Was that always a goal of yours, or did you up and decide to guide the next generation one day?”

Vlad King leaned back in his chair, taking his mind off the papers he had been reviewing. He hummed as memories of the previous years started to flood back into his mind. The goal he started with had not been the goal he completed. It had changed and become something else over the years. 

“Nah, it wasn’t always a goal.” Vlad then recalled his mother and the accident. That feeling of absolute powerlessness and uselessness was suffocating. “I originally planned to work only as a Pro Hero. It was a great gig for awhile but I really enjoyed mentoring the new interns at the agency I worked at.”

It wasn’t that Dabi was particularly into being choked like that, it hurt immensely! However he still couldn’t help but return the hateful glare with a crooked, mocking grin purely because it amused him that he got the hero to act so violently.

As well as he could in choke-hold Dabi returned the kiss. It didn’t take long for him to start fighting back, pushing against Vald’s chest to get him off but of course the starving villain couldn’t move someone as muscular as Vlad, not even an inch! That was what truly got him going! He kept up this game, let the hero choke him while he helplessly struggled. Only when he could feel his last breath taken from him did Dabi finally heat up the palms of his hands to make the hero let go or be burnt!

When he was finally released Dabi desperately drew the air back into his lungs, rubbing over his bruising neck. “Didn’t know… you were so hard for me hero…” He joked hoarsely and licked the blood from his lips.

His eyes flashed with increasing hatred. It was awful, disgusting. A piece of shit like this villain laying under him despicable and it was all Vlad needed. Nothing could stop the fire building in his chest. Judgment clouded by primal instincts and urges. 

Was the blood hero hard? Yes. Yes he was. Very much so in fact.It’d been ages since he’d gotten his dick wet and that all Vlad wanted to do now. Fuck some lowlife like Dabi and forget about everything until it was all over. He snarled, spitting some of his blood onto Dabi’s shirt. He leaned over him, the burns still making Vlad’s skin tingle. “I thought I told you to shut the fuck up!”

It came somewhat to Dabi’s surprise when the restraints melted from his legs and the hero pressed him to the ground instead. He didn’t take Vlad King as the type to get flustered so easily!

“Mmmm Kinkyyy” The villain purred in a low tone as he grabbed hold of the hero’s wrist and pulled it closer. “Common, you can do better than this. I’m hardly chocking."  His other hand went to unbuckle his belt.

The glare in his eyes seethed in rage. His grip full of wrath as he kept Dabi to the ground. “You that eager to choke? Fine then. Choke.” The words were growled in hatred, contempt and choler. 

Dabi snickered. “Wow, that is awfully cruel of you to say but I can’t argue that you’re wrong either.” He probably should try to escape but Dabi was all too ready to be thrown around and used like a sex toy to try to resist this man. So instead he used his unrestrained hands to reach down to grab the hero’s crotch and give it a strong squeeze.

His blood boiled, bringing a rise of heat to his cheeks. The intimacy was scalding and emotionless. Everything that it should be. He should hate it just like he hated him but Vlad didn’t. Instead, the blood around the villain’s legs retracted and Vlad forced Dabi to the ground, his hand gripping his mangled neck. 

“Hmmmmm depends, ya talking right here in the alleyway or you gonna treat me to a hotel room first?” Dabi replied rubbing the leftover blood from his chin. Not like he actually cared though.