BKDK/DKBK One Shots

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Izuku wasn't one for going out late at night, drinking alcohol, and being surrounded by complete strangers. But, at the same time, going to a gay bar didn't sound like a bad idea.

Although, he barely remembers anything from that night. He definitely had one too many drinks. Blurs of an attractive, faceless blonde were all that came to mind. Not much else. Everything was blank. Completely dark and void.

Though, through such darkness, he started to hear... Music. Specifically, jazz. It was very low, far away from his hearing, but the saxophone was distinct. It was rather soothing, something he wouldn't find himself listening to on his own but rather at a local cafe of some sort.

Only thing was he had no idea where he was. He definitely wasn't home, nor at a cafe. His senses were starting to kick back in. His eyelids were still too heavy to quite open, but he could start to feel around him. He was against some sort of wall, hands, and legs tied against it with what felt like leather belts.

Normally, he would've been alarmed. His eyes would've shot right open and started screaming and shouting, demanding to know where he was and what was going on. But he felt too tired. Too drained...

Amongst the music, he started to hear faint footsteps that started to sound closer and closer with each step. Then, the sound of fingertips against glass was brought to his attention, followed by a pop of a cork and then a slow pour of liquid that splashed softly against another glass.

Izuku could only guess it was alcohol of some sort. The smell of various berries, cherries, and plums made him believe it was red wine.

His eyes finally decided to open themselves, slowly seeing various blurs in the dark room he was trapped in, with only one light that showcased the one behind it all.

He started to see the shapes clearer, seeing a table with a bottle of wine and a filled wine glass in the hands of a familiar attractive blonde, watching as he took a few sips of alcohol, savoring the taste.

Izuku noticed a pair of red eyes on him in a matter of seconds, then a smile creeping up on the blonde's face as he approaches him. As he got closer, he noticed sharp fangs at the ends of his smile. Their faces were soon dangerously close to one another. The greenette couldn't help but blush, wanting to back away but inevitably couldn't due to the circumstances he found himself in.

One of the blonde's hands softly slid against his cheek, feeling the sudden coldness from holding the wine glass while also smelling it with each warm breath against his face.

"I see you've finally decided to wake up," Katsuki whispered with a grin.

"W-Where the hell am I?" He breathed out with not much energy coming from his voice. He didn't know why he felt so exhausted. Was it really just a hangover?

Katsuki quickly shushed him, pushing a finger against the other's plush lips, "Shh, no talking. It'll make the process worse."

Process? What process!?

"Anyway, I'm glad you're awake. I was worried you might've died. You started looking pale. You did lose a lot of blood after all."

"B-Blood!? What are you-"

"Shh, I told you no talking. Look, you'll figure everything out soon enough. It's been one hell of a night," Katsuki grabbed his wine glass, taking a few more sips before directing his attention back to Izuku, "You starting to feel a bit better at all?"