All The Way Around 2
[PART 1: And If By Chance, You Let Me Come On Over...]
It was past midnight in Kyoto, and a young hero shambled back to his home, thoroughly exhausted.
His only companions were the lampposts guiding his steps and a stray cat strutting across the street.
Despite the drawbacks of his power, Yuusei was no stranger to working overtime... no, that was incorrect. It was because of those drawbacks that he was no stranger to it. Pushing past one's limits over and over was what let quirks grow.
However, this wasn't premeditated on his part. The Hero Public Safety Commission suddenly called him after he'd hung up the costume, and he answered.
He reached for his pockets, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
Something was wrong.
He heard nothing. He could barely make out the details of his living room through the darkness. All of his senses told him there was nothing ahead, and despite that, he was uneasy in his own home.
The young man walked to his bedroom, eyes glimmering in the darkness as he pushed his quirk one more time for the night. However, even an improved vision didn't reveal anything lurking in the shadows. A sigh left his lips as he reached for the door to his room, wondering if his instincts were devolving into paranoia.
Caught in that equidistant state of alertness and annoyance, he heard it.
The sound of something rustling above him.
He struck out with a claw, finding nothing but a door frame. But his bedroom told a different story. Open drawers. Clothes scattered across the floor. A jewelry box at the foot of his bed, completely empty.
His blood was hot in his veins as he prowled around his own home, tracking the invisible invader.
Crash!
Another sound from his kitchen. Broken glass. As if raiding his house wasn't enough.
Crash!
They were trying to make him angrier, and it was working.
He took a harsh breath, in through his nose, out through his mouth. There was no logical reason to bait him into the kitchen instead of escaping through a window... unless...
They had no intention of leaving yet. There was still something they wanted from the bedroom.
He moved to guard his belongings, and the sounds of porcelain and glass shattering stopped.
The door to his room was closed, and the sharp edge of a knife was pressed against his throat. However, there was no hand wrapped around the handle. Instead, there was a tail.
It didn't surprise him. As far as he knew, only one thief knew where he lived.
He batted the weapon away and turned around, facing her.
A villain he'd been chasing for months.
A villain he hadn't seen in a few days.
A villain who was currently wearing something over her costume.
His shirt.
The anger boiling in his body gave way to confusion. "Did you seriously break into my house to steal clothes?"
Karma shrugged. "Among other things."
He wasn't one to encourage theft, but... "You could have taken one of those from any halfway-decent clothing store."
"Yeah, but I wanted yours."
He frowned.
"Not like that," she waved him off. "I'm getting what I want and messing with you. Two birds, one stone, you know how it goes."
He sighed, then began stretching his arms, getting limber for the coming scuffle.
"How did you know I wouldn't be home at this time?" he asked, rolling his shoulder.
"I didn't."
His frown became more pronounced. He stepped forward, and Karma moved back to match him.
"So you were planning to get into my room while I slept? That's... disturbing."
"You're the one making it sound disturbing. Should have known this would happen when a villain learned where you live."
He considered it. But he also considered what transpired during Karma's last visit and assumed she would avoid this place for much longer.
"... No matter. I'll make sure you don't get the wrong idea after this."
Another step forward. Another step back. Yuusei's hand grew into a claw. Karma's tail brandished her knife again.
The two of them burst into motion.
"The wrong idea?" she repeated, dodging a punch, then leaping back to avoid the tail swiping at her feet. She landed on a coffee table and kicked a flower pot at him, which he caught without breaking stride.
She deflected his claws with her weapon and jumped again, but wings burst from his back, allowing him to close the gap even as everything behind him was blown away. Grabbing her by the ankle before she could flip away, he tossed her onto the living room's couch.
"The idea that you can come into my house—"
He grunted at the kick to his midsection but pressed forward.
"Take what's mine—"
A single claw held her wrists together while his other hand battled with her tail.
"And get away with it because you know where I live."
Cushions were slashed. Pillows fell to the floor. Still, the dragon kept her pinned, tying her ankles behind him with his tail, then finally catching the tip of her own tail. He brought the appendage to his mouth, biting the weapon it held and flinging it away with a turn of his head.
She followed her knife with her eyes before sticking out her tongue and catching it. A smirk was thrown in her opponent's direction, followed by a blade.
He quickly realized he couldn't take her down quickly in this position. So he settled for the next best thing.
"Hey, now..." she began, smirking as his claw roamed up her leg. "What ideas should I be getting from this?"
He rolled his eyes, reaching inside an inseam pocket and retrieving a necklace. "I'm looking for whatever you stole."
"You could just ask where it is."
He gave her a dubious look.
"Don't think I'd tell you? I'll have you know I got 3 bracelets stuffed inside my bra."
And that's why he didn't bother asking. She was already lying.
"You don't wear anything under the costume."
She laughed, then...
"Wait, how do you know that?"
"I didn't."
So she gave herself away?
"Tch," she muttered, embarrassed at falling for such a lame bluff.
He actually did know. He only said the opposite to get the edge in whatever this was.
They continued to fight while he searched her, finding those bracelets she'd mentioned in her other pocket.
"Maybe I misremembered?" she told him, not even bothering to look innocent.
Next, he removed her gloves, finding two stolen rings on her fingers. It was a struggle to take them off while she assaulted him with punches and slashes, but it could have been worse. She could have been wearing one on each finger.
"That was everything," she said, trying to knee his ribs as her wrists were tied above her head again.
"I don't believe you."
She replied with a series of tongue lashes he avoided. It seemed she was being truthful this time. He couldn't detect any more jewelry on her. However, one of his belongings was still with her.
... On her.
"..."
He reached down with one hand, slowly lifting the fabric.
"Really? Even the shirt?"
"I like this one."
He would have to let go of her hands again to remove it. And Karma knew that, tensing in preparation. As his hands moved away from her wrists and the shirt was flung away, her upper body rose in that minuscule opening. She struck out before he could restrain her again, but he leaned his head in time, leaving her fist to merely graze his hair. One of his claws captured her extended wrist, bringing them closer.
A beat passed. Karma's tail and other arm were now free, but missing another attack would lose her this struggle. She needed something to catch him off-guard and break away.
His face turned to the side, stopping her knife from carving itself deeper. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, a drop of blood tracing a line down his cheek and jawline. Then, her tongue let go of her weapon and thrust itself inside his mouth.
He froze. Any thoughts of fighting were taken away by the taste of her lips, the sensation of her much longer tongue coiling around his own.
He realized what she was playing at, leaning back and grabbing her arms before they wrapped around his neck. But he missed the tail sneaking behind him, curling around his throat, pulling him deeper into her paralyzing kiss.
His heart beat faster and faster as he fought against the venom loosening his muscles... and as his body weakened, so did his mind, survival instincts fighting against the ones brought by his quirk. The world around him faded from a lack of air, and her flushed face became all he could see.
Out of feral impulse, he bent down. His hips pressed against hers, mindlessly seeking more friction, and she smiled, rocking back with a slow rhythm, trying to ignore how those movements set her body on fire.
Their kisses became longer, hotter, needier, and she found herself taken back by his vigor. It was like he would never run out of air. Like the poison meant nothing to him because of the way she delivered it.
Then, his lips parted, but no sounds of pain or pleasure came, breaking her fantasy.
The tail serving as his collar jerked his head back, leaving a trail of saliva between them.
"That was... a low blow," he breathed as her grip loosened, feeling his lips and tongue numb from the toxin she'd poured into him.
"You could have stopped me. Bit my tongue."
He even started leaning into her at the end. While she tried to weaken him by taking his breath away, he made sure every last one was spent panting against her mouth.
"You... know I..."
Couldn't? Wouldn't?
The numbness got him before he could finish, and his head drooped down, resting on the crook of her neck.
Karma pushed his paralyzed self aside, climbing off the couch. A hand on the floor stopped Yuusei from landing prone, but his body refused to move further. He could only crouch in place instead of rising to his feet. Sway to the side instead of dodging the kick to his shoulder.
She could leave now, and he'd be too slow to stop her.
But where was the fun in that?
He fell on his back, and she straddled him. She placed two fingers on his chest, feeling his wild heartbeat, then walked her hand over to his face.
"So the big bad dragon's weakness is kissing?" she mused, pushing his hair away from his face. "Who would have thought..."
His lips parted, taking heavy, scattered breaths. But his voice wasn't ready yet. A hand weakly grabbed the front of her costume, doing nothing else.
"Hm?"
Her inquisitive facade broke into a smug grin. "Are you trying to push me off or pull me closer? I can't tell."
"... off..."
Not hearing him, Karma put a hand to her ear and leaned closer. Her hips shifted slightly, rubbing against the bulge in his pants.
Their noses brushed before she tilted her head, whispering in his ear.
"Sorry, your voice is too faint. Say that again?"
The amount of venom inside him should have been enough to knock him out, let alone keep him from speaking. Still, that wasn't his problem. His quirk was rapidly flushing it out, keeping his body awake... but his mind remained clouded. He could repeat himself, but part of him wanted to say the opposite.
She watched how the hunger in his gaze grew. How a haze of lust clouded over his eyes, drowning him in the images of their last time together. That expression as he struggled... brows furrowed, a dust of red on his cheeks, close to biting his lip...
"Kiss me more," she told him, cradling his face with both hands.
One of his hands grabbed her shapely ass, sinking his fingers into it, pressing them closer. She took that as an answer and indulged. In his lips. In the firm hands caressing her body, spreading his warmth through her. Leaving her wanting more and more.
"Yuusei..."
Her hands groped at his costume as she moaned his name, trying to strip away the suddenly tortuous amount of clothing between them.
Frustratingly, he held her back, locking their fingers and keeping her hands up. His strength was already recovering, and with it, he reversed their positions, pinning her against the floor this time.
"Stop pretending, Yuusei," she breathed between peppering his exposed collar with kisses. "I know you want to, but you can't say yes..."
She dragged her tongue across his collarbone and bit his neck, drawing a sharp gasp from him.
No one had ever looked at her like he did as she marked his skin, and it was addictive. As much as he hated her effect on him, she loved it in equal measure.
Her teasing. Her tongue. Her curves pressed against him. He had experienced all of it before... this dizziness, this heat. After having her once, his body helplessly craved more.