Chapter 1: Dance / Suits / Music
A sigh and Bakugou walked up to the mansion the party was being held at- his flavor of the week next to him.
"I can't believe we are going to an actual hero party!" his weekly flavor said.
"Don't go geeking all out on me," Bakugou grumbled.
The door opened before they had a chance to knock. Of course one of the wait staff was there, taking their coats and directing them to the gathering.
"Ohmygod!" the weekly flavor chirped and held his arm tight as he gasped in his ear. "All the heroes are here!"
A sigh and it was like it always was. These star struck wanna-be heroes, dying for any chance to see their role models up close.
"And what the fuck does that make me?" he asked, tipping the flavor's chin up to his.
"The number one hero."
Kissing his lips before pushing him away, Bakugou growled, "and don't you forget it. I'm gonna mingle. Don't make an ass of yourself."
He was over this flavor already, but he had promised him this party. What harm would another couple days be, plus this flavor gave really good head. Moving over to the bar, he ordered a whiskey sour and turned to lean against the bar while he waited.
It was the usual crowd. Loads of top heroes, all outside of work with their significant others- drinking and dancing. Like every other Friday night there was. Some elaborate get together as if they didn't all see each other most days. A sigh and Bakugou scanned the room again.
Then he saw him .
What the fuck was Kirishima doing here?
He saw Kirishima over where Fat Gum was, laughing and carrying on- probably in the middle of one of his ridiculous stories he always told. Squinting, Bakugou was already just ready to up and leave. If his flavor had been nearby, he would have taken him and left.
His drink ready, and Bakugou turned, downing it fast. "Another," he called out.
"Oh Katsuki," his flavor said, moving beside him, looping his arm in his, "Don't go drinking too much," he whispered, biting at his earlobe.
Bakugou shrugged him off. "Thought you wanted to meet heroes."
"But I can't just go and approach them!" his flavor squeaked.
"Fine."
Grabbing his new drink, Bakugou heard his flavor giggle as they made their way through the crowd. He wasn't the social type- but sometimes it was easier than listening to whatever boytoy he was with complain and whine.
His glass empty again, and the music changed over. About to head to the bar when his flavor grabbed his empty glass, setting it down and taking his hand. "Dance with me! I love this song!"
Groaning and rolling his eyes, he was done with this flavor. The last thing he wanted was some damn scene, so he allowed his flavor to pull him into an embrace, and gently sway.
"You owe me for this," Bakugou said, seeing his flavor smile up at him.
"Don't worry, Katsuki! I'll ride your dick all night," his flavor whispered.
A groan and he was definitely ready to just leave and allow him to do just that. Looking out into the room, he saw Kirishima staring at them. Bakugou didn't look away, just held his flavor as they gently swayed to the music. There was a spark in their stare- a spark he knew would never go out. He felt a tightness in chest he only had when he thought of Kirishima.
When he saw Kirishima move their way, Bakugou never looked away. "Mind if I cut in?" Kirishima asked.
"Ohmygod It's Red Riot!" the flavor whispered, starstruck.
"Go talk to some heroes," Bakugou said, pushing his flavor away.
As his flavor left, and it was just them two. Even in a room full of people- it was him and Kirishima. His hands easily found Kirishima's waist, pulling him into the contours of his body- fitting perfectly.
Kirishima felt the same- his body fit and how it seamlessly slid next to his. Closing his eyes though, something was different.
"You changed your cologne," he whispered.
"You changed your boy toy."
"It's been six months…" he gritted.
"How many is this now?"
"Why do you even fucking care? You left me remember?"
"I remember," Kirishima whispered.
Neither said another word as the song continued to play and other heroes danced together around them. Bakugou didn't want to hold Kirishima too tightly, but he also wasn't ready to let go when the song ended.
"Was good seeing you," Kirishima said, turning to head back over where he came from.
Not even thinking, Bakugou grabbed Kirishima's wrist, holding him there. "Don't go… just yet."
A sigh and Kirishima turned his head to look over his shoulder. "Finally ready to talk?"
"Have been for almost six months."
Letting go of Kirishima's wrist, they both quietly exited the room all the heroes were gathered in, leaving the loud music behind. He just stared at the back of Kirishima's head as they walked down a hallway, then up a staircase. "There is a small study down the hall I think…"
"Just gonna get us lost on the eightieth floor again," Bakugou grumbled, making Kirishima laugh.
"One time…" Kirishima added as he opened a door to a small cozy study. Walking over to the desk, Kirishima propped his hip on it and stared at him with crossed arms. "Well… talk."
Where does he even begin? The last six months had been a huge eye opener. Sure, he had a different fling almost every few weeks- but he knew Kirishima did as well. Does he tell him he missed him? Does he explain he understands now? What the fuck does he say? It was not as if it was all his fault- he knew it was a combination of the two of them and loads of miscommunication and a lot of unspoken words.
"I miss you," Bakugou grumbled, not even able to look at Kirishima.
A laugh and Kirishima just shook his head. "So is that why you parade around at these parties, with someone new all the time?"
"Like you have room to talk."
Holding his hands up, Kirishima smiled. "So you do keep up."
"Of course I fucking do! What kinda monster do you think I am?"
"So how'd you meet your newest fling then?" Kirishima asked.
He really didn't want to explain, but maybe if he did, Kirishima would know his sincerity. "You'll only laugh."
"Of course I will!" Kirishima said, not giving up or backing down.
A sigh and Bakugou moved over where the window was, looking out so he didn't have to look at Kirishima. "I went by that stupid, over priced store you use to go to all the time, ok? The one with that shitty cologne you always wore…"
"The cologne you said you said hated?" Kirishima asked.
"Exactly," he admitted, "the bottle you left behind… well… it ran out… and that guy… well he sold me another bottle, and we um..." Turning, he saw Kirishima start to chew on his bottom lip, and his head turn away.
"Fuck," Kirishima whispered.
"What?" he asked, turning back to face Kirishima, but his head was held down, staring at the carpet.
"You weren't supposed to be so fucking honest!" Kirishima yelled, standing from where he was at the desk, walking over to Bakugou. "Why couldn't you just lie and make this easier for us both?"
"How is this easy? Explain that to me! You left me!"
"I didn't think you'd fucking care!"
"I fucking love you!"
Before either knew what was happening, Bakugou had pulled Kirishima to him, their mouths meeting as easily as they always did. There was not awkward nose bumping, or taking a moment to form their lips properly together. He could hear Kirishima whimper as he let out a long held sigh.
Fuck he missed this so much. The tightness of Kirishima's body against his. The way Kirishima always dug his fingers into his waist, as if he was afraid he would slip away from him. There was a hunger between them both neither could fight anymore. Bakugou even found he held Kirishima tighter than usual.
"Katsuki…" Kirishima gasped while his mouth left his to kiss and bite at his jaw, then down his neck. Turning, he pressed Kirishima to the wall, pressing tighter against him. It didn't matter who he had in his bed- they weren't Kirishima. Something in the way his hands held him, the way his mouth kissed his- the way those damn sounds escaped his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.
"We… shouldn't-"
Bakugou stopped what Kirishima was trying to say by kissing him. They should be doing this, they should have never stopped. He cared not his flavor of the week, or even this damn party. There had to be a reason they were both at this party, or even in this study now.
Their tongues sliding together- Kirishima tasting of alcohol as did he. When he pulled back, gently pressing their lips together one more time- moving his hands to Kirishima's face, rubbing his thumbs over his cheeks.
"Shouldn't what?" he asked.
Kirishima was biting his own bottom lip again. "I can't do this again…"
"Do what?" he asked.
"It hurt to much."
"It still hurts," he admitted.
Bakugou felt open and raw. He never was this vulnerable. Something about these last six months, not having Kirishima beside him had been hell. Sure, he pranced around like it was all nothing, he did have an image to uphold.
Running his hand over Kirishima's cheek, he just stared into Kirishima's eyes. "Don't make me go another six months… without you."
Shaking his head, Kirishima leaned down a bit, pressing his head into Bakugou's chest, wrapping his arms around him. "Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done. I was so mad."
"We both were," Bakugou said, running his hands over his back. "Come back home with me… to our home."
Kirishima's body shook a bit and Bakugou hated that this was doing this to him. Hell, he felt it too. Cupping Kirishima's face, he tipped his head back, kissing his forehead- feeling a tear fall down his cheek. A thumb across his cheek, smearing the tear and Kirishima smiled up at him. "Do you think… I mean… will we fuck it up again?"
"Probably," Bakugou admitted, "most definitely."
Half laugh, half cry, and Kirishima was hugging him. "What about your boy toy?"
"The only thing that matters is you," Bakugou whispered, kissing Kirishima again. He had fucked up before, he wouldn't again. Holding back his feelings is what got him where he was now.
"Fine… let's go," Kirishima said, lacing their fingers together.
Kissing his knuckles, Bakugou led him out the room. The music from the party roaring back around them as the descended the stairs.
"Katsuki!" his flavor called out, looking at where their hands were joined. "Um…?"
"Listen kid," Bakugou said, tossing him some money, "grab a cab home, ok?"