Akane led the way to the Throne Room, not speaking until she sat and pulled Izuku into her lap. He fought back the crawling of his skin as her fingers traced his hips and upper thighs, smiling and not speaking until spoken to.

"So," The woman spoke, breaking the silence, "What are your thoughts on Overhaul and his operation?" Her left hand came up to cradle his opposite cheek, turning his head to face her as her thumb caressed over his freckles.

He knew while she already had her own opinions and thoughts, his input still weighed heavily on any decision she made. He had played his cards well, had saved his influence, held back on asking for any favors or the like, all to make sure that when he did want something . . . He'd get it.

Izuku let out a sigh, shaking his head as he ducked his eyes, frowning in a way that was more of a pout. He pulled up tears to his eyes, enough to get them sparkling but not let any water fall. "I don't like him." Izuku whimpered, fisting his hands together in his lap. "He doesn't like Quirks, and his whole goal could ruin us."

He let out a sniffle, throwing the "us" into his words with faked feeling, straining the one syllable as he let his eyes dart up to hers before lowering them again. "If we let him continue it could be bad, and looking at how he treats even Eri-chan . . ." He shook his head, curls flipping as he rubbed at his nose. "He'd turn on us the second he could. He wants to get rid of Quirks as a whole, and you have a Quirk, Mother."

Akane sighed, brushing a curl behind his ear. "I thought so, too." Her red nail scooped under his jaw, bringing his chin up so he looked her in the eye. "And about little Eri . . ." Her eyes scanned him up and down, the hand that hand been holding his thigh trailing closer to his waistband. "I think we could take her in, if you want."

Izuku forced himself to blush instead of pale, eyes darting to the hand resting over his stomach with faked innocent curiosity.

'She . . .'

Her finger on his chin tapped, raising his eyes back up to hers. "If I get Eri for you . . . You'll have to do something to thank me." Akane purred, leaning closer to his neck. "You'd have to be a very good boy for Mommy, okay?"

'Oh, fuck . . !'

Izuku tilted his head, sucking on his teeth in hard-fought rage. "I could give you a thank-you gift afterwards? Would Mother like a thank you?" If he could get her to just push it back a little bit . . .

"A thank you would be perfect, Bunny." She leaned back in her throne, bringing him to her chest, hands holding his hips. "How about just a tiny taste of that thank you in advance? Just for motivation, since this will take a lot of manpower and planning?" Izuku didn't fake the hitching of his breath as fingers pressed into the crease between his torso and thighs.

"Mommy," Izuku fought back his nervousness. "I-I . . ." Think, think, think, just fucking think! "I want to make my thank you special," His voice almost cracked on "special" when he felt her nails tuck under the edge of his shorts. "I . . . My thank you should be-should be wh-when . . . It should be special!" He forced it to sound flustered, not like he was fighting back sobs of fear.

She hummed, still playing with the leg of his shorts, before sighing and backing off. "Very well, Bunny." She kissed his jaw, nipping with her fangs. "We'll start planning in an hour, so let's get you out of your work uniform."

She had him dress in an over-sized, green sweater that hung to his mid-thigh like a dress, a pair of black, lace panties, and black, knee-high socks topped with lace. Green flats and his usual pair of ears topped it off, and he was ready to sit in her lap in the meeting hall while they and Ena, and a few other subordinates, planned the raid. 

"I'll go get Eri-chan, she knows me already. I have the best chance of grabbing her with no problems." Izuku tapped his chin with one finger, fighting back the urge to gut the guy that was eyeing him up and down across the round table they used for these things.

The room they were in was one of the most frequently used. Smaller than the Dining or Throne Rooms, but big enough to fit a large, round, redwood table, several matching chairs, and two massive white boards.

Izuku leapt up, bouncing over to the outline of Overhaul's based on the main board. "I say, we use explosives the tear down the walls here, here, and here." He circled the corners of the compound expect one, the one closest to Eri. "After that, toss in more further into the yard and towards the building. It will cause enough smoke and cover for our fighters to slip in unnoticed in the chaos, as will it let me do the same." Taking a deep breath, he went on. "We should get those with aerial quirk abilities to be ready to drop-in all over the roof once the initial explosions go off. From there they can take out any cameras, guards, add additional cover for those on the ground, and work their way from top to bottom, clearing anyone else."

Akane nodded, grinning in pride. He took that as he queue to go on.

"We need to get people with quirks we can use to collapse tunnels all around the base to immediately eliminate all the underground exits." Writing all of his notes across the expanse of white, he heard Ena's growl of approval. "Blitzing our way in after that, should be easy. Break windows, go from all angles, except the wing where Eri-chan is. Though the fighters will need to cut off anyone trying to get to Eri-chan, through the other wings." 

He didn't mention that Eri would be fighting her way to him. He didn't mention that he'd have a packed bag in an alley a few blocks over. He didn't mention that he'd planned to rig explosives all over the mansion to go off by the time it should all be said and done with.

He didn't talk about the files he had collected on all of the business Akane did, the one with information on all those they dealt with.

Nor did he talk about he'd planned on poisoning all of the blood they had stocked.

Izuku failed to tell any of the fuckers that had kidnapped him that he had been planning their down fall since he woke up in that god-awful room.