Ever since All Might had died, the country had gone to shit. The League of Villains was having a field day, Endeavor had lost all public approval once it was discovered that not one, but /two/ of his sons had become villains, Best Jeanist was in traction, and Hawks was MIA.

There was always another emergency, always another fire to put out, and Red Riot was so, so, so tired.

Worse than the League of Villains, worse than the yakuza, were a group the media referred to as the Brat Pack; a bunch of young villains that just showed up and wreacked havoc.

Whether they had an agenda or not was a mystery; sometimes they worked together and sometimes they didn't, but whenever they showed up, Red Riot knew he and the rest of Musutafu's heroes were in for a long day.

The worse of them was Ground Zero.

Red Riot fucking /hated/ Ground Zero, and not just cause he was exhausting to fight. Real Steel was the only other hero who could take his AP shot, but it stresssed his armor to take that much heat.

So when GZ showed up, Red Riot was called.

Half the time the fucker didn't even /want/ anything, he was just blowing shit up in public places like a cry for attention.

And he was a g-ddamn tease.

He'd fly around on his explosions, ass and thighs on display, that stupid leotard of his -

One time he had flipped through the air and /landed on Red Riot's shoulders/ and even in unbreakable, Kirishima could fucking smell his sweat and the heavy smell of his balls and that just stuck with him even as the jerk exploded off his shoulders and into the air.

Red Riot couldn't give chase when someone was fucking flying past skyscrapers, so he switched to rescue mode, ripping open the side of the bus that had been thrown into a building by GZ's explosions.

And once the civilians were all safe and heading to the hospital, he went back to the agency, got in the shower, and jacked off to the thought of pulling Ground Zero's villain costume to the side and fucking that tight pink hole.

It absolutely wasn't manly and Kirishima was brutally aware that GZ was a villain that posed a real and serious threat to civilians, along with the rest of the Brat Pack - but as long as he kept his fantasies of bending the brat over in the middle of all the rubble he made -

That was just fine.

Except the very fucking next day Red Riot was on patrol when Ground Zero and the rest of his villain buddies decided to smash up the jewelry district, stuffing bags full of loot.

Celsius, impassive bastard that he was, shouted out as soon as Sturdy Hero Red Riot thundered up.

"Ground Zero - your dance partners here."

And damnit if it didn't make his cock twitch when Zero stood up, hip cocked and ass all but on display, garters and thigh-highs dirty with grime, and that stupid jacket hanging off his shoulders.

He had the kind of feral grin that could make empires fall.

He stretched out an arm and crooked a finger.

"Hey, Red," he said. "You here for me?"

Stupid dick thought that was a come on, but Kirishima shook his head and charged forward, headfirst into an explosion.

This was the reason that Red Riot fought Ground Zero - he could take whatever he dished out, never wavering - and with his head down, he barrelled right into Zero's chest. There was always a split second when Riot thought maybe this time he could get him pinned -

this time he could feel those hips squirming under him and those full tits in his hands as he got Ground Zero down on the street, but as Kirishima's hardened fingers dug into Zero's windbreaker, he let out an explosion, dragging his torso (and his fucking cock) along Riot's front

The bastard did a split in the air and /yes/ Kirishima was positive he could see blond pubes and the shadow of Zero's ballsack around the edges of his leotard. Zero put two hands between his legs as he flew backward and palmed his crotch before blasting down the street.

"Love how fucking hard you got for me, big guy, but you gotta be a little faster!" Zero cackled, and Riot knew, he /knew/ the little prick was just going to distract him from the rest of the brat pack as they got away from the loot, but his stupid cock was messing with his head.

Riot grabbed shattered chunks of asphalt to hurl ahead of him, making Zero blast and blast and blast again to clear the way, filling the air with smoke and shrapnel, and thought maybe this would be enough, would distract Zero enough, that Riot could finally take him down.

Take him down and watch all that eyeliner and whatever he used for his mask to run in streaks while Riot ground down on top of him, rip his tights up with hard claws and pin his arms behind him with his windbreaker while Kirishima bit through the leotard to taste his nipples.

Whether it was actually enough or not was a g-ddamn mystery, because Riot /did/ tackle Zero to the ground in the middle of the street, but Zero just arched against him and said, "Yeah, Daddy, just like that" when Riot's weight landed on top of him.

Kirishima froze for half a second, long enough for Zero to laugh and lock his legs around Riot's thighs, flipping them over and planting his big sweaty hands right on Riot's nipples.

"Unfortunately I don't have time to play today. Bye, Red."

And the palms on Kirishima's chest blasted off, launching Zero into the air, just before a sheet of Celsius's ice swept over Riot, freezing him to the ground.

Riot broke the ice sheet easily enough, but it was too late.

The brat pack was gone, and Riot was left with his figurative dick in his hand.

The Brat Pack didn't have anything so cliche as a hideout, but they also weren't a real group. More like a likeminded bunch of villains who could work together when and if the right conditions were met.

But still, an abandoned warehouse was traditional, and a few hours after the heist, that's where they found themselves to split the loot.

And they did split it. Zero, Celsius, Alien Queen, and the others weren't exactly friends, but they knew better than to betray each other.

The shitty nerd was carefully checking to see if the platinum jewelry was real platinum - he needed it for some scheme or the other - and the others pawed through the heap to pick what they wanted and recounted the fights and shot the shit about their nemesises. Nemesi?
Rivals.

Alien Queen threw herself down by Bakugou on a packing crate, wearing ropes and ropes of pearls on her neck and shoulder.
"Sooooo?" She said, waggling her eyebrows. "I saw the footage and I know Red Riot gets hard but /damn/ that boy is packing something under there!"

Bakugou snarled at that. "He's fucking /mine/, keep your eyes to yourself, bitch."

She ignored him. No one drew attention while they weren't at 'work,' and Bakugou couldn't let off explosions right now.

"Have you downloaded that app that Mido made?"

"I don't want that nerd's shit on my phone-"

"I'm just saying with the bugs that Jack planted you can get a /pretty good look/ inside the agencies. I know I've enjoyed my time looking at them. And Mido keeps a weeks worth of data if that's what you're ~into~."

Bakugou downloaded the fucking app.

He didn't watch the video there, of course, he wasn't interested in letting any of his 'associates' see his junk or here what Red Riot had to say. Or do. And he threatened to blow them all up if he found out they were looking at his man.

Because Red Riot was his man.

He just didn't know it yet.

Several hours later, after a quick visit to Giran to unload his loot, Bakugou armed his security system, checked his door, his locks, and his bolt hole, fed the fish, and turned on the electric kettle for some tea.

Then he pulled up the cameras from Riot and Steel's agency.

There were the boring things - bugged offices, reception, but he swiped past all those to get to the locker rooms. And some genius had put the four bugs in there at about waist height, and it was easy enough to go back through the afternoon's video to find Red Riot undressing.

Bakugou shucked of his pants and boxers, and fondled his balls as he watched Riot's pauldrons drop, then his kilt and belt and pants. Bakugou's breath caught when the Sturdy Hero's thumbs hooked his jockstrap and let his cock free.

He licked his lips. He couldn't wait to bounce on that monster.

The sound was as clear as the picture - the shitty nerd had some skills, at least - and Bakugou could hear everything; Riot's meathead partner coming in and complaining about the chemical burns Alien Queen left on his costume, and how sometimes he thought she was flirting,

and asking about Riot's fight with Zero.

Bakugou wasn't especially interested in whatever Steel had to say, so he bounced around a bit until he found Riot in the showers.

He was unmarked from their fight, and Bakugou grabbed his cock. Riot was so fucking strong.

The best part was when one of Riot's hands came around to grip his fat cock, stroking himself fast and rough, and Bakugou sped up his hand to match. He knew Riot would treat him rough, make it hurt so good, if he could just get him out of his pants - and it took another minute

for Bakugou to register that Riot was talkng to himself as he jacked off, muttering.

"Fucking little tease, rubbing up like a -ah - cat in heat - middle of a fight - fucking - gah - feel his cock right through that leotard - brat's gonna take my dick - fuck - in his - fuck - slutty - little - hole - gonna make him - Zero's gonna - cry on my cock - FUCK!"

Zero rewatched Riot jacking off a few times, teasing himself as he listened to Riot imagine fucking him into the ground, cumming over his hand and licking it off his clove when the kettle started whistling.

Riot was already half his, and all he had done was flirt.

Before the month was out, he'd be sitting on that cock and making Riot really loose control.

The past three days had been unsettlingly quiet for Riot's team. The League of Villains had made an appearance in Tokyo, but Tsukoyomi and Gale Force had taken Toga into custody (again), and blown away several hundred of Twice's doubles.

There wasn't any sign of the brat pack.

Kirishima had a few glorious days where he wasn't so tense and horny he had to jerk off in the shower at work before going home and jerking off in his bed.

On patrol with different partners, he stopped muggers and acted as the jaws of life on crashed cars.

He got a smoothie with Cellophane and stopped several assaults in alley ways behind clubs and ate beef-and-spinach bowls with Real Steel and caught a semi-truck with faulty breaks and took selfies with Emily and Pony for their fans.

And if he broke his fleshlight at home, leaning over his dresser as he fucked into the wet silicone muttering curses and dark promises to someone who wasn't there, no one would ever know.
The fourth day after the Brat Pack's jewelry store heist, a few of them popped up downtown.

This time it was Celsius with Mind Break and Lightning Rod, or Current, or Chargebolt, whichever he was calling himself this time, and they were fucking with the ferries that took guards and prisoners and heroes back and forth to Tartarus.

Riot did not want to deal with another prison break. The last one had been bad enough.

The last one being the one that broke out Celsius's big brother and Toga out the last time. But that had been the LoV, not the Brat Pack.

What were they even /doing/? The Pack didn't have a reason to mess with Tartarus. No one the authorities tied to the pack was incarcerated.

The slippery bastards always managed to get away.

Riot, Steel, and Cellophane were the first on the scene; Creati, Welder, and Ingenium raced across town to join them.

In theory, these six heroes shouldn't have a problem taking them down, but Celsius was a handful all by himself.

He was making icebergs in the harbor and freezing the ferries at dock in place; Mind Break had a tidy little row of hostages standing obediently in a domino line by the water, and Chargebolt - Current - whoeverthefuck - was busy frying all the heavy equipment on the harbor.

Welder realized it first. "This isn't a prison break - they just want the docks out of comission!"

Hostages had to be recovered first, which meant distrating Mind Break - never an easy task.

Especially when he had taken to equipping himself as a walking arsenal.

Current and Celsius had similar fascinations with some of the heroes; Current could sometimes be drawn away from his fun if Ingenium made things interesting, and Celsius had had a fascination with Cellophane since the one sports festival he had attended before dropping out.

The heroes had to split up - Tetsu, Creati, and Momo working against Mind Break and his hostages, getting them away from danger or welding their feet to the dock so they couldn't jump; Ingenium raced up the crane to play chicken with Current.

Cellophane and Riot prepared a move they called a Tetherball Special, hoping those icebergs would be dense enough to hold Riot up once he got out there, hoping Celsius would be distracted enough to let Riot smash up the ice before the harbor was beyond saving.

With a rope of tape around his shoulders and chest, Riot launched Cellophane as hard as possible toward Celsius; Cellophane tagged the villain with tape from one elbow while he reeled his other tape in, yanking Riot onto the ice.

Red Riot: Unbreakable was remarkably efficient in breaking up the ice once Celsius was distracted into playing an elaborate game of tag with Cellophane; he didn't freeze him solid, although he certainly could have, and Riot made his way slowly but surely from iceberg to iceberg,

smashing as he went back toward the dock, shouting ito his com to have small craft steer clear of the harbor.

Ingenium had spiriting Current away somewhere, probably going for distance to mitigate damage, although that was a danger all it's own.

Current's electricity could do a number on Ingenium, but Riot had to hope that there were more heroes inbound to help out.

Creati, Mind Break, and Real Steel were having a brawl/knife fight on the docks; Froppy had arrived and was helping Welder clear out the hostages.

Riot couldn't help but wonder why. Why were they doing this? What was the benefit of fucking up Mustafu's harbor and the ferries to Tartarus? What could they get out of it?

The Brat Pack didn't act without a reason.

It took a few hours to begin piecing the puzzle togehter, and then a few days more for everything to fall in line.

While Mind Break, Celsius, and Zappy were threatening the harbor and breaking ships and endangering lives, the others had been having a quieter kind of fun.

Creati's apartment building had been attacked, some kind of energy blast cracking the foundation and forcing an evacuation. No one had seen it happen: it was fine, and then, a moment later, it wasn't. There were a few dozen injured.
No one was supposed to know where Creati lived.

Welder's agency was untouched, but his accounts were drained - business, personal, everything - and there was no trace, no signature of the hackers. It was as if the most generic human possible had simply withdrawn his money, and no one noticed.

Comparitively, Riot, Steel, and Cellophane seemed fine. Their apartments were undamaged, and their funds untouched. But Steel and Riot began to find notes, and packages, and letters hidden throughout the agency, in their offices, in the locker room, in the break room - everywhere

Sometimes things would even arrive in the pneumatic tube system used to send samples to Creati for analysis.

The notes were . . . unsavory. Lewd. Sometimes threatening, full of dark promises.

And of course Riot turned them all over to the police, but sometimes he snapped a picture so he could peruse them later, at home.

There were photographs of Ground Zero; lounging by a pool, stepping out of the shower; a series of shots of him in a love hotel, chest down in bed and spreading his cheeks around the crotch of his leotard, pulling it aside to show off his winking hole, dipping his fingers in.

There were pictures of him with cum splattered over his chest, licking his teeth in that feral grin he always aimed at Riot; shots of him squatting over a dildo, clearly bouncing on it and staining his suit with cum; letters describing *exactly* what Ground Zero wanted Riot to do

Sometimes the packages were flash drives instead of photos, and Red Riot got videos with Ground Zero begging for his daddy's hard cock, telling Riot how he was stretching himself for him, shots obviously taken with a cell phone camera in public restrooms, a plug snug in his hole.

That the plug was one clearly in Riot's colors, black and red, and that Ground Zero was loudly fucking himself in a stall and moaning his hero name, and that Ground Zero brought the camera to his face to show Kirishima how he licked his fingers clean of cum - it was too much.

Riot didn't turn that one over. He couldn't let anyone else see Ground Zero like that, or hear him calling for Riot like that, eating up his own cum and asking how Riot's tasted.

The packages arrived two or three times a week, and the whole time, the pack was quiet again.

Except , of course, for the packages.

Tetsu confided that he was recieving the same kinds of things from Alien Queen, never the same postmark, never the same handwriting on the package, nothing to connect them except the contents inside.

They ignored each other jacking off in the shower after every mail drop.

The LoV bombed the Hero Association headquarters with walking nomu and bundles of TNT. There were signs of Hawks' feathers at the sight, with the eldest Todoroki. A wave ofl Twices trampled Shiketsu's campus, and Ms. Joke and a dozen other pros were hospitalized.

Red Riot and his friends could hardly be blamed for wanting to drink a bit, and forget.

Their venue of choice is a regular bar, midway between the agencies, but the roof got damaged badly a few weeks back, and it's not open.

So Riot pulls his hair back and puts on a cap, Tetsu puts on oversized shades, Sero puts on a baggy hoodie, and they head to a club.

Pareidolia is packed; Present Mic DJs there sometimes, and he's arranged for local heroes to get access to the VIP booth, but everyone is very much in need of /not/ being heroes tonight. Sero does some scouting and manages to find an booth on the second level.

Tetsu and Kirishima are in charge of getting drinks.

The DJ that night looks vaguely familiar, but they can't place her, and they make a game of guessing where they know her from as they wait at the bar. The bar tender has a big smile and pink cheeks, and she insists the first

round is on the house for Musutafu's hard working heroes.

They give her a big tip in thanks, and each holds a tray full of shot glasses and cocktails and pitcher of beer as they get back to the booth.
Creati and Ingenium have arrived; Froppy, Mantis Jack, & Welder are on duty.

Invisible Girl, Tail Man, and Can't Stop Twinkling are there too, and they all clink their shot classes as they down the first drink of the night.

The tequila burns, and it doesn't take long for Aoyama and Hagakure to start tugging everyone out on the dance floor.

Tetsu even agrees to go. It usually takes a lot more than half a pitcher of beer to get him on the floor, but Kirishima figures it's just a sign of how stress they've all been. He feels a lot more tipsy than usual after three shots and a beer, too.
But they've been stressed.

Even when people don't know they're heroes, it isn't hard to find dance partners. Creati's in a mass of bodies almost instantly. It only takes another moment for Kirishima to loose track of almost everyone else, distantly aware that Tetsu's grinding with a girl a few feet away.

He has a few songs with a pretty black haired girl, who gives him another beer, then a big guy who buys him an orange crush, and then he's got his arms full of a guy with light brown hair and dark eyes who's grinding on him like its his fucking job and he's up for a promotion.

And fuck if he doesn't deserve the promotion, moving his hips and arching his back and grinding that round ass against Kirishima, guiding Kirishima's hands to wrap around his waist or drag up to his pecs, and the mesh shirt he's in lets Kirishima feel his peircings.

Kirishima lets himself get dragged off to the second floor restrooms once he feels like his dick is literally going to fall off if he doesn't get it in this guy soon. He has the presence of mind to shoot a text to the groupchat that he's upstairs as the wild cat is tugging him in

CW WARNING DUBCON AHEAD VIA LYING ABOUT IDENTITY - UNSAFE SEX

As soon as the stall door bangs closed, the guy is climbing up Kirishima, thighs tight around Kiri's waist, erection rubbing against his stomach, and tongue mapping every inch of his mouth. Kirishima kneads his ass, groping him before he slides two fingers into his waistband.

That has the guy in his arms moaning like he's a cat in heat, and his voice is raspy and vaguely familiar as he order's Kirishima to 'get your fucking cock in my ass right the fuck now' dropping down to push his tight jeans down his thighs.
He's not wearing underwear.

But he is wearing a black plug, and Kirishima doesn't even think about it before he drops to his knees in the stall, rubbing his thumb over the plug before grabbing the base, tugging it out slowly before pushing it back in.

His hook up wiggles his ass back and says, "Come-on!"

"Name?" Kirishima asks, and then, "Are you clean?" before pulling the plug out and licking over that tight hole, pink and wet. It's pretty clear that his snack prepped himself before heading to the club tonight, and Kirishima and his aching cock are thankful.

"I'm clean, fuck, come /on/!"

"Name," Kirishima growls again, spreading that winking hole with his thumbs to lick inside.

"Fuck, find - I'm - Shinji, just get in me - /FUCK./"

Kirishima spears him on his tongue, then sucks around his rim, just to make sure he's loose enough.

The plug wouldn't be enough compared to his cock, and it's nice to have that ass shoving back into his face, and hear the curses when he grabs his snack's cock in his hand, not letting him come yet when he starts babbling. That's Kirishima's cue to stand up, rip open the sachet

of lube he has in his back pocket, and coat himself well.

This guy might not be Ground Zero, but his build's close enough, and Kirishima doesn't mind thinking of someone else during an anonymous hookup.

He nudges the fat head of his cock, drooling, into his snacks little hole,

and lifts him up by the thighs to pull him down to his balls. The man is his arms is whining, moaning, cursing for more, not to hold back, so Kirishima buries his face in Shinji's shoulder and fucks him like he fucked his fleshlight before he broke it, making him his cocksleeve.

Kirishima tries to make sure he's making it good for Shinji too, but he can't actually tell if he's hitting his prostate or not with how /loud/ and /wiggly/ he is. Fuck this guy should do porn, he's taking Kirishima's cock like a champ and challenging him for more.

Kirishima has one hand in Shinji's hair, yanking his head back so he can suck hickies into this throat, and then yanks harder when he realizes it makes him clench around his dick like he's milking him.

If anyone else is coming into the rest room, Kirishima wouldn't know because everytime he bottoms out, Shinji moans, and when Shinji reaches for his own cock to stroke himself, Kirishima bats his hand away and tells him that he's gonna cum from being fucked,

he's gonna cum from his hole like a good boy. Every time Kirishima pulls out Shinji tries to force himself back down, sucking Kirishima's cock in, and lets out a raspy "Fucking shit hell bastard son of a fuck!" when Kirishima switches his thighs to one arm so his other hand can

pull and twist his peirced nipples.

"Gonna cum, Shinji - fuck, gonna cum -" Kirishima's panting in his ear, and Shinji's yowling and hissing, "Yes, fuck, hell, yes, Daddy, YES, cum in me, Daddy, FUCK!"

Kirishima dents the stall's wall when he slams his hand against it,

filling Shinji up with his cream even as his litte snack's cum is dripping down the stall.

He puts Shinji down carefull and tries to apologize for the rough treatment even as Shinji bends over at the waist and shoves his plug back in.

"Don't worry about it, Red," he purrs.

"You gave me just what I wanted. See you around, /Daddy./"

Shinji disappears before Kirishima even has his pants back on, so he takes a piss and goes to wash his hands, wondering what the brownish powder staining his palm is, and why Shinji's voice sounded familiar. Maybe he /was/ a porn star, and Kirishima had seen him before.

Once he was clean, he headed back out to the booth.

Iida is still there, dutifully drinking a water in between each of his Mint Juleps, because that's the kind of person Iida is. Sero's reappeared with a dark line of bruises down his neck, and Ojiro is plainly trying to get Hagakure to stop putting her hands down his pants.

Aoyama and Creati are still down on the dancefloor, apparently, and Tetsu probably is too. Kirishima volunteers to get some waters, because Sero's a little too tipsy and he's got a headache coming on. The bartender from earlier is gone, and the line moves slowly.

Tetsu sends the chat a text that he's heading home with a girl, sending a selfie of the girl he was grinding with earlier, all dark eyes and dark skin and purple hair, and Kirishima decides to head out as well, splitting an oober with Sero who's happy and buzzed.

Iida promises to make sure Aoyama and Momo get home safely, and Kirishima gets Sero to lean on his arm as they wait for their ride.

Kirishima showers and jacks off when he gets home, sobering up under the water as he thinks that the way Shinji called him daddy was awfully familiar, but puts it out of his mind.

There's no reason to think about it any more.

Still, when he wakes up he thinks about Ground Zero begging for it and cussing him out and telling him to cum in him when he jacks off, showering again before he heads into the office, hair down. He'd spike it up and put his costume on after he got some paperwork done.

Nezuko smiles at him when he comes into the agency, and he gives a friendly nod. He and Emily are patrolling together today; Cellophane and Real Steal have the night shift.

There's a raid on a quirk fighting ring that is suspected of human trafficking.

Riot feels good that evening when he heads back to the office; things had gone smoothly, minimal injuries for heros and police, and the victims were all in the hospital seeking treatment. Not all of the ringleaders had been caught, but it was still a day's good work.

Nezuko smiles at him again when he and Emily return to the agency, but it's not the same smile. She looks a little worried, and asks if they've made a schedule change. Pony's on her way in, she assures them, but Real Steal was supposed to be patrolling tonight, she thought.

Emily and Red Riot shake there heads, even as Cellophane comes down from his office.

"I don't know what's up," he said. "It's not like T4 to be late for a shift, and he isn't picking up his phone."

Kirishima checks his own messags.

There's nothing from Tetsu since the selfie last night, when he left the club. Tetsu is a meathead, but he's never late and he's rarely sick. It's weird.

"I'll go check on him," he says, and doesn't bother showering before he gets on his bike.

Kirishima has a spare key to Tetsu's apartment, and he lets himself in.

Tetsu's not there.

His coffee machine's on a timer and the pot is still full. There's a few used condoms in the bathroom waste basket, and there's a bottle of asprin and two glasses of water by the bed.

Kirishima swallows down his fear and hits the call button by Tetsu's name, and hears buzzing in the kitchen.

The phone is at 17% charge, and it shows 12 missed calls from Sero, 10 from the office, and one from him.

It's sitting right beside Tetsu's iron supplements and chocolate protein powder.

There's a note in purple pen and unfamiliar handwriting.

Dear Red Riot, Cellophane, Emily, & Pony - Don't worry about Real Steel! He'll be safe with me! :3 I promise to take good care of him! Don't look for us. He'll be safe, but you won't be. That's a promise!! :3

PS: I watered his cactus before we left! Take care of it for him!

Kirishima called the police, and then he Sero at the agency, and then he called his old teacher, carefully not touching anything else and crying at Tetsutetsu's breakfast bar.

This couldn't be happening.

There were no signs of a struggle in T's apartment. There was no blood, no cracked drywall. The only fingerprints found were from people expected to be in the apartment: Tetsu, Kirishima, friends and other heroes some employees from the cleaning service Tetsu used.

The condoms were taken in for DNA testing. Kirishima forwarded the detectives the picture of Tetsu and the girl. The security cameras were checked, and caught Tetsu walking into the building with a smaller figure at 12:47 am.

There was no footage of Tetsu leaving the building.

There was no footage of Tetsu's hook up leaving either.

Kirishima went back to the agency, waiting in the lounge for his phone to ring, that T had been found, and fell asleep on the couch.

Two days passed with no news, except for the police calling and saying there was no news.

Then a package arrived at the agency, addressed to Red Riot.

Kirishima knows he should call the police, but he opens up the package anyway, nervous that it's Tetsu's head or hand, hopeful that it'll be a clue, anything to lead him to Tetsu.

It's not either of those things.

It's a selection of pictures, a flash drive, and a sealed note.

The pictures are all glamour pinups of Ground Zero in his costume, and in lingerie, and in tuxes and dresses and every other fetishy costume Kirishima could think of; cross dressing in a pencil skirt with glasses; shots of him in his stirrup -thigh highs and a Red Riot jockstrap;

and Riot was disgusted when he realized he was hard. His friend was missing and - fuck. He shoved the pictures away and fumbled with the flash drive, clicking the video that popped up and hoping he would see Tetsu, alive and unharmed.

Instead, from a high angle, he watched himself fuck Shinji, hard and brutal; he watched Shinji slide his plug back in; he watched himself piss and clean up and leave the room, and after about twenty minutes, Shinji reappeared in the stall.

He emptied water over his head and scrubbed with his t-shirt, washing out the brown tint powder to reveal pale straw blonde, and gave a feral grin looking right at the camera. He removed the dark brown contacts from his eyes, and climbed on top of the toilet seat to reach the bug

Ground Zero's voice came over the computer speakers, and Kirishima cursed himself for being such an idiot. Were a few beers and some shots really enough to have him that stupid, that he couldn't tell who he was fucking?

"Hey, /daddy/," Ground Zero said, rough and low, not quite a whisper, just loud enough for the camera to pick up. "Thanks for the fuck. You were better than I thought you'd be. I'll be keeping your cum nice and warm for a few days till I see you again."

He blew a kiss at the camera and the screen went black.

Fuck. If Kirishima turned this over to the police - fuck.

It didn't have any refernce to Tetsu on it. He could keep this back. He didn't have to let them know he had fucked up and fucked a villain.

Not if it didn't help them find T.

Finally, he opened the envelope, and four peices of paper fell out.

The first was from Ground Zero.

Hey, Riot <3 These jackasses are just hitching a ride on my package, but I'm looking forward to riding you soon. Hope you enjoyed the video.

The second was unsigned, but said, "Please let the other heroes know it would be easier if they let themselves be taken. I do not want to spend too much time taking you all when I have other things to do, even if it pleases my allies. I haven't got time for games."

The third was in pink, and matched the handwriting from the note in Tetsu's apartment.

Calling the cops is cheating!!! But people would notice my man missing eventually anyway, so I'm not /too/ mad. I hope you're taking care of T's cactus like I told you to!!

The fourth was in Tetsu's familiar handwriting, if a little sloppy, and in felt-tip marker.

"Bro - I am not hurt. I am fine. Alien Queen is taking good care of me. Do not worry. I will see you soon. -Tetsu"

Kirishima hid the flashdrive away, and called the police to report another package, pushing away the nausea he felt.

What did Tetsu mean, that he'd see him soon?