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"Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow."

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Before the pair made their way out the door, Denki had stopped him, claiming he looked to 'plain for the type of environment the club offers.' That should offend someone if that person did not know Denki the way the redhead did, but he knew all about his demands for fashion and attractive clothing choices.

Denki coaxed him into a pair of ripped black skinny jeans paired with a tight red V-neck top and a black leather jacket. Kirishima didn't mind getting dressed up but he was sure this outfit would be different than the ones he should plan to see members of the club wearing. Even Denki was sporting a very tight and revealing pair of black booty shorts that looked to be made of spandex.

He had never seen Denki dress like this, but he was told that his Master would be there and he needed to be presentable. Thank the gods that he was at least wearing a shirt for the ride there, he was almost positive that would be stripped out of as soon as they got to the club.

It was a little past 10pm when they arrived, and there was a line stretching around the building that he was not expecting. Kirishima's mouth popped open slightly before Denki grabbed his arm and started dragging him along right to the front of the line were two very large men were standing, checking IDs and memberships.

"Remember what I told you. No eye contact unless given permission and please for the love of God don't embarrass me in front of Master Hanta." Denki was looking at him so seriously and him with pleading eyes that it only made him smirk back at his roommate with playful mischief in his eyes.

"Yes, sir!" He snickered back only to be given a harsh poke on the side of his head by his slightly shorter friend.

"Ow!"

"Don't be a dick! I'm serious, I don't feel like getting in trouble for your behavior tonight, Kiri!" Denki rolled his eyes and Kirishima couldn't help but peek at the two buff men at the door who were eyeing him with amusement in their eyes.

"Don't worry, I remember all the rules, man. No eye contact unless given permission, no disrespect, address the dominants as 'sir' or 'ma'am' because I am a guest, and of course have fun!" Kirishima added with a bit of mock excitement in his voice at the end and smiled when it caused Denki to snicker. He knew the odds of seeing a female Dominant at this particular club were low because this was a primary male gay club. The owners wanted to cater to the male population.

Part of him knew that he is hiding his nerves with humor. Who wouldn't be nervous going into a place like this? Denki flashed his ID to the guy at the door who smiled and nodded in his direction.

"Nice to see you again, Denki. Who's your friend?" The bald, bear of a man nodded in the redhead's direction now, and Denki, being the drama queen he was, gestured out with his hands as if presenting the boy to the body-guard-looking men.

"This is Kirishima, he is here as my guest tonight to just check the place out. He needs a red bracelet, please." Denki then poked Kirishima in the side, reminding him to show his ID. He quickly dug in his pocket and offered the card before signing his name on a form. It stated that he understood the club's policies. Denki signed under his name to prove that he was with someone.

This is a mini-contact left Master Hanta in charge of him while here, considering Kirishima was attending as an untrained submissive male guest. He read the contract PDF online before he got here and he had already agreed and understood what is expected of him.

"Alright, nice to meet you Kirishima. Here is your bracelet. Don't take it off and please stay with your host. All dominates that are members at this club know the rules of the bracelets and won't try anything as long as you have it on." Kirishima swallowed nervously as he slipped the band on his left hand, giving Denki a nervous glance. The other bouncer chuckled with a soft smile that didn't seem to match his tough body posture and attire.

"We can't ensure the behavior of the dominants that are coming into the club for the night, they might not know the rules, although we do tell them at the door. It's best to just stick with someone who knows you." Denki suddenly bowed his head a bit and Kirishima couldn't help but look over at him with a quirked eyebrow. What was he doing?

"Hello, pet." A deep voice rumbled from the door and his eyes widened at the man with black hair. He sported a bare chest and black leather while he stood in the doorway. Kirishima thought he looked so different than the times they had hung out at the apartment together.

"Hello, Master," Denki said softly and Kirishima gulped while lowered his eyes, remembering not to stare. Don't embarrass Denki in front of his master. He scolded himself silently. There was a low chuckle from the man before Denki began walking, so he follows quickly, not wanting to be left behind.

"You're right on time, pet. Nice to see you again, Kirishima. I hope you enjoy your visit. We will stay with you tonight, just follow Denki's lead and you will be perfect." Master Hanta said and he felt his palms break out in a nervous sweat.

"Thank you... sir," He mumbled with his head still bowed slightly, remembering to add the 'sir' on at the end after a brief hesitation. Denki snickered softly and Master Hanta chuckled.

"You're very welcome. You both may look up at me when we talk tonight. You did explain the rules to your friend, correct?" Master Hanta asked. Both Denki and Kirishima lifted their eyes as the blond looked at his boyfriend with such admiration that Kirishima felt his stomach roll at the affection they showed each other in just their eyes.

"Yes, Master, I explained the rules and Kirishima agreed to be good," Denki said with humor in his voice. It made Kirishima smirk and gently nudge his friend.

"That's very good. Well, let's go walk around some and let Kirishima get a look around at what The Red Door has to offer," Master Hanta motioned for the boys to follow him. Denki grabbed Kirishima's hand, laced their fingers together and gave a reassuring squeeze before he started tugging him along beside him. But still slightly behind his Master.

It must be something about respect, it made sense. The club was quite large, there was a huge open floor where he could see a bunch of people dancing. His eyes scanned the room, an excited smile pulling at his lips. He was being tugged around by Denki so he felt comfortable looking around, not caring for where he was walking.

His friend wouldn't let him bump into anyone.

The lights were dimmed to a low level and he could spot a stage located in the right corner. Stage lights lit the platform that is surrounded by booths and seating arrangements. Once his eyes landed on the stage, his footing staggered, catching Denki's attention and they stopped walking. On the stage, he saw two men wearing basically nothing. The smaller of the two had been tied up and bent over to some leather bench-looking thing.

The boy was on his stomach, ass bare with his shorts pooled around his ankles, presented to the audience like a prize.

The other man, who was much larger in size and extremely sexy, stood tall and proud with an amused look on his face. Kirishima could only assume is the boy's Master. The dominant was placed strategically in front of his face, hands gripped into the boy's hair, and -- face fucking him while the club-goers are watching.

His eyes widened. They did that out in the open? In public?

Some people were watching, but as his eyes slipped from the erotic show and traveled around the area surrounding the stage, he noticed that some submissives were on their knees before their seated masters. Some were -- pleasuring their masters. One dominant had his boy in his lap -- bouncing.

"Oh fuck..." He muttered to himself, feeling a tight coil begin to burn within the pits of his stomach. His hands automatically few to his lower stomach as if trying to smother the flame of desire forming there. Some people were in sofas, cuddled up and just watching the show, or the scene, as Denki had called it.

"What the fuck -- " He muttered again under his breath and Denki flashes a knowing smirk in his direction.

"Like what you see?" Denki gigged and Kirishima's eyes glanced over to Master Hanta who had been watching him with amused eyes. He did like what he was seeing, it was becoming painfully obvious just how much he liked what he saw with how tight his jeans were becoming as a result.

A loud cry broke his train of thought, his eyes jerked back over to the stage again. The boy's master was now slamming his hand down on tied-up boy's ass repetitively. Loud cries and yells mixed with fleeting moans began to fill the air and his eyes focused on the male who was roughly striking the boy. The submissive boy's ass was a dark shade of red and Kirishima he winced and looked away sharply, shaking his head in discomfort.

"Why is he doing that?" He whispered to Denki who just rolled his lip between his teeth and frowned deeply. It's not that he was supper uncomfortable with what he had been seeing so far, it was more overwhelming than anything. He has never been a fan of rough stuff anyways, especially in bed. Or in this case, a stage.

Never once had he been willingly face fucked like that -- or spanked. He couldn't handle it, the gagging that came from choking on a dick made him panic, bringing back unwanted memories and running the moment. All the public sex acts were making his stomach churn with both desire and nerves. He was not a prude, he didn't mind watching things like this as long as he wasn't participating.

He did feel bad watching as the boy on stage was getting spanked in front of everyone. Plus, the boy on stage didn't look as if he had done anything wrong. For fuck sake, he was giving his master a blow job in front of the crowd, what could he have done to deserve being spanked?

"It is consensual, Kiri. Don't forget that everything you witness tonight is carefully talked about and agreed upon beforehand in contracts by both parties. That particular submissive happens to like spanking more than anything, he is fine. I promise he's probably on the verge of creaming himself right now." Kirishima gnawed on his lip but his face flushed with the provocative words from his friend. Sure he normally would talk like that, but it was somehow different here.

He looked around some more, Denki dragging him by his hand behind Master Hanta. His interest was spiked the more he witnessed over the tour that Master Hanta and Denki gave him. He hadn't even noticed that they'd stop walking and Master Hanta was chatting with what he assumes to be another Master. He didn't look up to see.

"Kirishima." Master Hanta calls out and he twitches before carefully looking up at Denki's boyfriend, who was motioning him to come beside him. His nervous eyes darted around before he quickly moved forward into Hanta's grasp.  Master Hanta put his hand gently on his lower back and Kirishima flinched instantly while he mentally kicked himself.

It's been years and he still couldn't fully handle being touched unexpectedly by men he wasn't close to.

Hanta frowned a bit but ultimately removed his hand sensing the redhead's discomfort.

"Yes, sir?" he mumbled softly, a strange chill ran through his body as he spoke. Master Hanta smiled at him softly. For such a huge man who can sometimes look scary as fuck, he was really nice and protective of Denki and him.

"I would like you to meet Master Aizawa, the Master Dominant of The Red Door. He owns the club and is also responsible for all the submissives who are registered members here, as well as the supervisor to all the dominants who are members." Master Hanta gestured over to the man he had been talking to. Kirishima felt his face heat up and he wrung his hands nervously in front of him. He looked down at the ground and stepped towards the man.

"S'nice to meet you, sir," He slurred his words, a nervous habit he's had since he was a child.

Licking the inside of his cheek nervously he lets a shiver ripple through his body.

"It's nice to meet you as well, you may look up now Kirishima." Master Aizawa said, and so he did look up at him.

The man was tall, lean but built well. He was wearing similar clothing to what other masters were wearing; leather pants paired with an open black vest, exposing his hard abs and pale skin.

His long black hair is pulled up in a messy bun, set neatly on his head.

"Thank you, sir," he said as he looks over the owner of the club carefully. He is hot. His body was like a god, tight and perfectly sculpted.

His sucked his lip between his teeth and forced his eyes away from Master Aizawa's body.

"I'm very glad you decided to check out The Red Door tonight. Denki has spoken fondly of you for some time now."

Hold up, what had Denki been talking to the Master Dom about that involves him? Before he could even question it, he continued speaking.

"Feel free to let me know if you need anything or you have any questions, don't be afraid to speak to me for help. My job is to guide and mentor the Doms and Subs of this club. Enjoy your night, Kirishima."

Master Aizawa nods towards Master Hanta and gently ran his fingers through Denki's hair before walking off.

He is shocked at how kind everyone has been to him so far.

He had not known what to expect from the people here, but so far, people were nice, and he got warm fuzzy feelings from the atmosphere.

"Master Aizawa is amazing." Denki grinned up and smiled at him. "And hot as fuck too." He added on quietly so his master didn't hear.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting people to be so welcoming, man" he admitted, and Denki just giggled and walked over to his master.

"Master, can Kirishima and I go dance for a while?" Denki asked making Kirishima smile at his roommate, he loves to dance, that would be so much fun right now.

"Kirishima, do you want to dance?" Master Hanta asks him directly, looking him over before continuing.

"I know you might be overwhelmed with all this and I don't want to leave you alone if you aren't ready."

A shiver ran down his spine at the authority and protectiveness wafting off Master Hanta's person, it forces his cheeks heat up, and subconsciously, his head bows slightly in submission to the dominant male.

"Yes, sir. I would like to dance with Denki... If that is okay with you, sir." he asks meekly and Denki giggles beside him, making him blush even harder.

"That is fine with me, boys. Be safe and don't leave each other alone." Master Hanta ordered and Denki nodded and quickly went over to his master, who grabbed him around the waist and placed a harsh kiss against his lips.

Kirishima couldn't help but watch as Denki submitted to the kiss swiftly, opening his mouth for his master's tongue and kissing back with equal passion but not fighting for dominance.

When they pulled apart, Master Hanta gave Denki's ass a quick grope and he smirked at his boy's blush.

"Go dance, boys. I will be over at the bar when you are finished."

"Thank you, Master!" Denki said and wraps his hand around Kirishima's elbow, dragging him to the dance floor.

He looks around and notices the dance floor is packed with people, grinding and swaying around each other.

His face breaks out in a massive grin and as they hit the dance floor and he happily grabs Denki's hips, pulling their bodies together as they sway to the music.

Denki loops his arms around his shoulders as they grind together and sing along to the tune playing over the speakers.

This is something they had done a lot over the past 3 years they have been roommates. Dancing at club's with his friend always made him feel good.

This is something that he would enjoy tonight as well.

He loves the feeling of people watching him dance, and dancing with Denki always bought attention to their sensual movements from anyone that watched.

"So, how are you liking the club so far?" Denki askes in his ear, the music is loud so it would be hard to hear if not for their close proximity. Thankfully, their bodies are flush together and swaying, Denki's lips against his ear making him smirk at the slight tickle.

"I like it, honestly. It's kind of interesting." He replies by pressing his mouth to his friend's ear as well.

Denki laughs and nods before turning Kirishima's body around quickly and pulling him back against his chest; he felt him grab his hips, so he rotates them back against Denki's crotch, which he noticed was impressively hard.

He groans softly and keeps dancing. Normally, he hated people touching him. He hated Denki touching him at first, but he was a persistent little fucker.

With time, he began to trust his roommates hands and body not to hurt him.

"Well, you're a fucking natural in this environment, to be honest, Kiri. Even Master Hanta noticed it, and Master Aizawa seemed pleased with you as well. Are you sure you're not a submissive under all that leather jacket business?" Denki teased and started to run his hands over his chest, quickly brushing his nipples playfully before moving up to his arms, pulling his jacket off his body.

Kirishima groaned at the teasing before he felt himself start laughing at Denki's playful behavior.

He shrugs out of his jacket, draping it over his arm. It is getting hot with all the dancing, leather probably wasn't his best choice of jacket.

He rolls his hips back playfully, pushing his bubble butt back against his friends crotch, Denki groans in frustration making Kirishima grin to himself with a light laugh.

Kirishima knows he has a great ass, and even though Denki is a designated bottom of his relationship with Hanta, he knows that grinding on any man would cause a reaction.

"Master better fuck me hard tonight, you are such a damn tease!" Denki smacks his hip and he just laughs harder at his friend's attitude.

His eyes began scanning the dance floor and the areas surrounding as their bodies move comfortably together.

This club is pretty fun, the members are nice, and so far, he hasn't had any bad reactions to being here.

If anything, he is just fucking horny seeing all the sex acts and hot men in leather pants.

Every time he would lower his eyes to a master, his heart would flutter, and his palms would sweat.

Maybe Denki was right, he did seem to be a a natural at this. It seemed to come naturally to him.

Although he doesn't honestly know enough about this lifestyle to make any serious decisions. He isn't sure how to feel bout being tied up and bossed around.

There is much more to this lifestyle that he doesn't know and should probably talk to Denki about, he can't hide the fact that he feels good in this environment.

As his eyes continue to wander around the club, he can't help but see more things that sparked his interest.

A boy was kneeling in front of his master, his head resting on his thigh while his master stroked his hair and spoke to another dominant sitting beside him.

It wasn't the fact that the boy was kneeling so much that got his attention, it was the way his face looked; the boy looked utterly blissed out and calm.

He had expected to see the sexual nature of the club while visiting, but other than the scene that was being put on by the couple on the stage, and the growing arousal of the members watching it, the rest of the people there were just chilling out and talking.

Some have been dancing or having drinks.

Some submissives were crawling behind their masters while others walked along behind them in revealing clothing, each of them looking calm and collected.

They look happy and content with where they belong.

Belong.

It is beautiful in a way, delicate, and attractive.

Everything about this atmosphere seems to draw him in, and while he has been here, he hadn't had one urge to pick up a drink. He is having fun, the smile on his face is bright and feels good being there after so long without it's natural appearance.

Denki now pulls them out of the crowd to where it was a bit quieter now.

"I am going to go find Master at the bar and get us some water. Stay over here if you want and rest up. Be good!" Denki warned with a stern poke to the chest that left him giggling.

"I know, I know. Go away now." Kirishima laughs and waves off his friend.

His eyes began wandering around the club some more, taking in the atmosphere and storing it in his memory. He likes how he feels right now, although it is a bit overwhelming, he feels good.

It was later in the night now for sure, some people have been seen moving off to other locations of the building.

Apparently there is a lower level called the dungeon, he doesn't want to go down there yet.

With the area being less crowded, there is more space available to walk around without literally bumping into people.

He moves around the seating area looking around as some people relax in the sofas and others are making out in secluded corners of the room. He finds himself smiling more as he looks around.

However, as fast as his smile came, it left.

With his eyes running over a figure sitting on a secluded sofa, Kirishima's breath hitches in his throat and his eyes widen in shock.

There is no fucking way this is happening.

Familiar blond hair and piercing red eyes lock with his, making all the movement around him seem to fade away and focus on what he is looking at, on who is he looking at.

He saw an expression of shock on the blond's face that made his heart lurch forward and begin slamming in his chest.

His feet begin to move without his permission. Forward.

His own shocked expression turns into a bright ass smile as he got closer, his eyes never breaking contact with the man who had now stood up and taken a few steps towards him.

Is this a dream?

His pace picks up, along with his heart rate, as he sped up, jogging over to the one person who has his breath shallow and his heart slamming against his rib-cage

It's been 5 years and he still remembers that face, those eyes.

Clad in black leather pants, black combat boots, and no shirt.

His chest bare and the lines of his abs on full display for anyone who has fucking eyeballs to see.

He's always been strong, but damn.

He looks fit, and gorgeous in leather.

He doesn't give himself time to admire the appearance of his long-lost best friend for too long, because before he could run his eyes over his body again he was right in front of him, staring into ruby red eyes that were now narrowed slightly as they lock with his gaze.

He had to lift his head to look up at the taller male.

"Katsuki Bakugou?" He asks, thinking his eyes are playing tricks on him.

He takes a deep breath when the blond quirks an eyebrow at him, looking down at him with slight amusement on his face.

Yeah, that's Katsuki all right. His smile only grew wider, his cheeks hurting at how his cheeks stretched showing his teeth.

With a stuttering of his heart, he throws himself at the man before him.

Wrapping his arms around Bakugou's neck he buries his face into the ash blond's bare chest.

A huge smile pulling at his lips as he inhales a much-needed breath of air.

Not caring if his happy reunion was one-sided, he chokes out the only thing that is on his mind now.

His voice cracks at his quiet cry.

"Kat!"