De-anon from the kink meme. I don't usually choose to post kink meme things on here, but I liked this enough to. Part one of what will either be a two or three part fic.

"You want a week off?" Lloyd cried, incredulous as he stared at the unruffled blonde that stood in front of him, arms crossed and eyes too calm for all the events he'd been through.

"I don't want a week off. I'm taking a week off. There's a difference," he said coolly, "And the other heroes are as well. I know that Blue Rose and Dragon Kid have already taken off with Kotetsu's kid for a 'girl's trip.' At least, that's what Blue Rose called it. The city can handle a week of Hero TV on hiatus."

"I can't allow you to do that," Lloyd said, trying to keep panic out of his voice, "We've already booked at least five interviews!" Barnaby, his face still impassive, turned and began walking out of the room.

"Cancel them. I'm leaving in a few hours. If Agnes makes a fuss, tell her I've arranged a spa day. That should shut her up. By the way, Mr. Lloyd," he said, turning around, "I'm taking Kotetsu with me."

"Now wait," Lloyd said, starting up from his desk, "I need Kotetsu to fill in for you at interviews. You can relax just fine without him, can't you?" he asked, desperate to keep at least one of his heroes for advertisement purposes. To Lloyd's confusion, Barnaby smirked at him, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry Mr. Lloyd, but the relaxing I have planned definitely involves Kotetsu. See you Monday morning." And, without another word, he left. Lloyd slumped back in his chair and groaned.

"Eh? A vacation?" Kotetsu asked, his face puzzled when Barnaby showed up at his apartment with a suitcase in each hand. The blond nodded, smiling at Kotetsu with eyes happier than Kotetsu had seen in a long time. However, the dark circles also clued Kotetsu into the fact that, more than anything else, Barnaby needed a good night's sleep.

"Yes. For a week, at a vacation house I've reserved in the mountains. And, old man, you're coming with me. This suitcase is yours." He dropped the left bag into Kotetsu's arms, using his free hand to steer Kotetsu out the door.

"Wait a minute! Bunny, don't you just want to stay in and sleep? You look exhausted," he pointed out as they walked down the stairs of his apartment, trying to remember the last time Barnaby had grabbed onto his bicep so tightly. Barnaby's waves bounced as he shook his head, giving Kotetsu a small smile.

"There's nothing I'd like more than to get away from this insane city. And…I'd like you to be with me," he said, looking down at his feet. Kotetsu felt his cheeks heat up and scolded himself for allowing his mind to go to certain places. He just can't be alone right now, Kotetsu, you should know that, of all people, he thought, feeling the warmth of Barnaby's fingers through his thin shirt, Be a good friend for him for the week. Kaede's off with Karina and Pao-Lin, you can focus on making him better. He gave Barnaby a million-watt smile and squeezed him.

"We'll have a great week away from Sternbild, Bunny. I promise." He tweaked the younger man's glasses, looking into the pretty green of his eyes as he did so. Kotetsu's heart made a funny little jolt that he would've tried to pass off as a heart murmur if it wasn't impossible to deny how he felt for Barnaby. Instead of making another, "Don't call me Bunny!" comment, Barnaby only smiled and led him out of the building, breaking his hold only to call the town car he'd decided to order for the drive.

Yes. A completely heterosexual, appropriate week with 'Handsome,' as Nathan calls him. Completely possible.

The spacious back of the vehicle gave the both of them plenty of room to stretch their legs. Kotetsu watched the soap opera he'd heard Kaede mention to him on the small tv hanging from the ceiling of the car, while Barnaby read a paperback he'd picked up at a bookstore that morning. The lights outside the car began to dim as late afternoon became early evening. Hundreds of densely packed pine trees soon replaced the towering skyline of Sternbild, their scent even detectable inside the car.

Barnaby eventually put the book down next to him, as he was too sleepy to read anymore. Kotetsu tried not to watch as those bright green eyes fluttered shut and how stupidly handsome Barnaby looked while half asleep, with his brow relaxed and lips gently parted. Then, he let out as small 'oh' as Barnaby lay his head down on his shoulder, tucking himself gently into a curled up sleeping position.

Hesitating, he brought his hand up to Barnaby's soft blond hair, taking a few tentative strokes to see if he protested. Barnaby sighed and smiled into Kotetsu's clavicle, and the older man began to run his fingers through Barnaby's hair. His fingers brushed against the scalp and wrapped wavy locks around his fingers. Heh, my partner has nicer hair than most of the women in Sternbild, he thought with a small smile, trying to enjoy the feel of Barnaby's smooth hair in his hands while he could. When he realized he probably wouldn't get another chance, the smile vanished from his face.

Barnaby gave a small sigh of content and, for the briefest of seconds; Kotetsu thought he felt him brush his lips along his neck in a little kiss. He dismissed it as wishful thinking.

The driver came to a stop an hour later, glancing up into the rear view mirror and suppressing a smirk at the sight of Sternbild's finest curled up together in the back.

"We're here, sirs," he said. Kotetsu rolled down the window and gaped, jaw hanging to the ground, at the house that Barnaby had reserved for the two of them.

Two stories tall and made of dark red brick with green ivy crawling up the sides and a spacious yard decorated with pink flowers, Kotetsu couldn't remember ever being near such a nice building. Barnaby stirred, disentangling himself from Kotetsu and practically jumping out of the car.

"Er, yeah. This is it, thank you," he said, lifting the trunk and pulling out their suitcases as Kotetsu kept gawking at the—the mansion Barnaby had for them. He barely noticed the car driving away and Barnaby sidling up to him.

"Nice, isn't it?" he asked, an almost-smug smile playing on his lips. Kotetsu could only nod; he picked up his suitcase and dumbly followed Barnaby inside.

"I asked them to stock us with enough food for the week," Barnaby called over his shoulder as Kotetsu dropped his bags in the foyer. He didn't imagine it could be possible, but the inside stunned him even more. Hardwood floors, a real fireplace, the softest couches he'd ever seen…and then he saw Barnaby standing in the kitchen, examining the contents of the fridge and suddenly felt a strong ache in his chest. The blond just looked so…perfect, yes, perfect was the word to describe the man standing in one of the fanciest kitchens Kotetsu had ever seen, with mussed blond waves and a wrinkled outfit.

"I could cook something, if you'd like," Barnaby offered, looking over his shoulder at Kotetsu. Snapping out of his stupor, Kotetsu fervently shook his head.

"No, Bunny, I can cook. Besides, you never got to eat my rice," he reminded him with a cheerful smile, throwing his hat down onto the kitchen counter as he began to look at what they had to work with. Barnaby looked as though he were about to say something, but stopped himself. Instead, he chose to lean against the counter and smile at Kotetsu.

"I never did, old man. Impress me," he taunted.

They ended up abandoning the oversized fancy wood dining table for the couch. Kotetsu made fried rice and pan seared some chicken to go with it. Despite not being entirely comfortable in the spacious, modern kitchen, he'd managed okay so far. Barnaby seemed to like it well enough, at least, for he managed seconds before he slumped back into the sofa.

"That was delicious, Kotetsu," he confessed, grinning as he put his feet up on the table, shedding his jacket off onto the floor. Kotetsu reciprocated the smile, but tried not to gawk at Barnaby's arms—arms that could rival Keith's in muscle definition—and how nice they looked under his shirt. Stop it Kotetsu, you selfish old man, this week is about Bunny, not you and your inappropriate feelings, you'd better act normal.

"Better clean up now," Kotetsu said, too quick to be anything but awkward as he leapt from the couch and swiped up the dishes, hurrying over to the kitchen. Barnaby glared at him.

"What's up with you? You've been acting weird since you got in the car," he insisted, following Kotetsu with a half-pout-half-frown on his face.

"What are you talking about?" Kotetsu asked, his voice on the strained, fake side, "I'm great. This house is awesome. This week will be fantastic and—"

Barnaby grabbed onto him, making Kotetsu drop the dishes to the ground as he found himself turned around by the confused, angry blond.

"Don't lie!" he shouted, shaking as he gripped Kotetsu. He could see where Barnaby was going emotionally, still volatile after one fucked up hell of a week, needing comfort, needing safety.

"Bunny, hey, Bunny calm down," Kotetsu said, placing his hand against Barnaby's pink cheek. He shook his head, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"No. I-I wanted to have a good week away, with you, Kotetsu, and…and…" he moved his hand to feel Kotetsu's, locking eyes with him. Before the older man could react, Barnaby slammed him against the wall and took his face into his hands, pressing his lips against his own in a heated, needy kiss. Kotetsu slammed his hands back into the wall, knocking something down to the ground, for he heard the thump of something solid hit the floor.

Barnaby whimpered, pressing himself against Kotetsu, and all he older man could think was, He's kissing me, he's actually kissing me, he's kissing me and I've dreamed about this and you should probably kiss him back before—. Barnaby broke away, bringing his hand up to his mouth, an expression of horror upon his face as he steadied himself against the counter.

"I…Kotetsu…I'm…stupid," he said, his eyes squeezed shut as his shoulders began to shake. Kotetsu snapped himself once again out of a silent stupor. He still couldn't think of anything to say, but he could move. He threw himself at Barnaby and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"No, Bunny, you're not stupid. I am, though, I'm really stupid," he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Barnaby's cheek. The blond froze, staring at Kotetsu as if he couldn't believe how he was reacting. Kotetsu smiled, keeping his hands firmly on his partner's waist as he leaned back in for a gentler kiss this time, angling his head so he could embrace Barnaby better.

"This isn't real," Barnaby murmured, still stunned by how Kotetsu's hands rested perfectly on his hips, and how wonderful the soft scratch of his beard felt against his chin. "I'm dreaming again. I am not kissing Kotetsu. My mind…"

"Is yours, now. Just like I am," Kotetsu whispered, moving his hands to Barnaby's cheeks and forcing him to look into his eyes, bright green into dark brown. "Maverick is gone. Your mind is whole again. And I'm here," he brushed a kiss to Barnaby's forehead, "And I want to be here. And I've wanted to kiss you…since I don't even know how long. I just never thought that you'd want me to."

Barnaby stopped breathing, staring at Kotetsu in shock. He reached out to touch Kotetsu's face, as if to make sure he was in fact, real, and that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him again. Kotetsu captured his hand and tenderly kissed his palm. The panic slowly eased from Barnaby's face, replaced with a more devilishly delighted expression.

"You're a stupid old man for not realizing sooner," he sighed, leaning into Kotetsu and kissing him full on the lips. Kotetsu groaned as Barnaby slid a knee in between his legs, rubbing it against the straining bulge in his pants. He pulled away with a slick 'pop,' his lips ruby red and wet from kissing. Kotetsu's heart raced as Barnaby massaged his groin, his green eyes glowing with lust.

"Ah, little Bunny," he teased, wrapping a curl around his finger and tugging, "Looks like you're living up to the nickname. Is someone horny for me?" Barnaby glared at him, but Kotetsu brushed his hand against the blonde's bulge and took pleasure from how his partner's eyes fluttered with desire.

"Bedroom, now," Barnaby panted, dragging Kotetsu back to the bedroom in a flurry of half-off clothes and tangled limbs. For Kotetsu, it was no longer a matter of wanting to kiss him, he needed to kiss Barnaby; he needed to know that the blonde wanted him and cared about him and, most importantly, remembered him. They'd made a million memories together already, and he wanted a million more (at least half of them involving situations like this).

Barnaby kicked the double doors to their obnoxiously huge bedroom open, pushing Kotetsu back on the gigantic bed and climbing on top. Kotetsu ground his hips upwards, kissing and sucking at Barnaby's lips with such ferocity that he was surprised he hadn't started bleeding yet. With his broad hands, Barnaby tore Kotetsu's vest and button-down from his body, leaving his perfectly muscled torso exposed to the cool air. A small moan rising up in the back of his throat, Kotetsu stared at Barnaby as the blonde pulled away to begin sucking on his neck, licking his way down his clavicle with a dexterous tongue.

Barnaby sighed as Kotetsu pulled the t-shirt off before working on his pants. They both threw their clothing to the ground, leaving them in nothing but tented boxers, Barnaby straddling Kotetsu. They paused, panting as they stared into each other's eyes. Kotetsu reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind Barnaby's ear.

"I'm yours, Bunny," he whispered, hooking his thumbs into the blonde's underwear and sliding it down. His cheeks grew hot when he saw his partner's erection, dripping with precum.

"Nngh, Kotetsu," Barnaby moaned as Kotetsu tentatively started rubbing the head of his cock, pumping loosely and stroking the shaft as he experimented to see what his partner liked best. Every sound Barnaby made went straight to his own cock, he could watch that aroused face for forever. Lips parted, eyes half shut, cheeks pink. He found himself entranced by the pink of Barnaby's skin; how his cheeks flushed the color, how his pink nipples stood erect, and, most importantly, how hard and reddened his cock became as Kotetsu rubbed it more.

"You like it, Bunny?" Kotetsu whispered, tonguing the blonde's ear as he flipped him over onto his back. He crawled down Barnaby's torso in an almost cat-like way, until his erection hovered in front of his mouth. Making sure to keep eye contact with him, he began to suck Barnaby's dick, swirling his tongue and lapping at the salty skin with enough vigor to make Barnaby cry his name, rolling his hips and gripping onto the sheets.

"K-Kotetsu, stop," he moaned, fisting his fingers into Kotetsu's hair and yanked his mouth away from his erection. Kotetsu yelped in pain, stopped by the hazy lust that swam in Barnaby's eyes.

"What is it?" he asked. Barnaby sat up in bed, reaching down to pull off Kotetsu's boxers.

"Fuck me," he whispered leaning back onto his elbows, and Kotetsu had never thought it possible for two monosyllabic words to sound sosexy. Then, reality punched him in the face.

"Bunny, I want to, believe me…" he said, his dick growing painfully hard as he looked at Barnaby, legs spread for him, "But we don't have any—"

"Left jeans pocket," he interrupted. Kotetsu stared at him before his face broke out into a smirk. Barnaby narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowed together.

"I...It's not like I planned for this, but—"

Kotetsu shut him up with a kiss.

He clambered off the bed and fished around in Barnaby's jeans until he found the bottle. He popped the cap open, crawling back onto Barnaby and pouring a generous amount in his hand. Kotetsu slathered the liquid on his cock, but also coated his fingers, positioning them at Barnaby's entrance.

"Relax," he whispered, leaning down for a deep kiss as he worked one finger inside. Barnaby made a whimper-moan noise deep in his throat as Kotetsu crooked his finger, stretching him for preparation. When his partner stopped squirming, Kotetsu worked in another finger, scissoring them so that Barnaby's hips pressed up against his own.

"Now…do it now," he whispered as he broke the kiss. Kotetsu removed his fingers and lined himself up with Barnaby, carefully sliding in. The blonde threw his head back against the pillows, writhing as Kotetsu pushed inside. "Fuck, Kotetsu!" he groaned, wrapping his long legs around Kotetsu's waist. He lifted his hips up and gasped as Kotetsu filled him, his eyes going wide from the new sensation. Lips parting, he murmured one word that spurred Kotetsu on further.

"More."

He pulled out and pushed in, struggling to find a good rhythm for the two, but Barnaby just make noises that drove Kotetsu wild; he'd never have expected his partner to be so vocal in bed.

"How are you so tight?" he hissed, forcing himself to keep an even pace as to not hurt him, "So hot, so…Bunny." He leaned back down to kiss him, sliding, thrusting, skin against skin and tongue against tongue as he fucked the King of Heroes into the mattress.

"So big, so hard," Barnaby moaned, trying to take in more of Kotetsu's length, "I'm…so…nngh!" he cried as Kotetsu wrapped his hand around his cock and began pumping with more vigor than before while still rocking in and out of him. "You're so hot and so, ugh, more," Barnaby babbled, becoming more incoherent by the second as Kotetsu worked his prostate and the head of his cock, leaving him a writhing, sweaty mess on the bed. Kotetsu felt the coil of his in his lower abdomen grow tauter and tauter as Barnaby's cries grew more desperate.

"I'm going to come, Kotetsu, oh, fuck," Barnaby moaned, his legs shaking as Kotetsu forced them further apart. Same, Kotetsu thought, but didn't say, as he focused on pleasuring his partner. Without another warning, Barnaby's hips rolled upward and his cum coated Kotetsu's hand as his body vibrated from the orgasm.

Kotetsu came soon after, driven to the edge by the clenching muscles around his cock. Collapsing on top of his partner, Kotetsu felt spent as the warm, slick body pressed against his own. He lifted his head to look at Barnaby's post-coital face. Wild hair, red cheeks, glazed green eyes…his l'il Bunny. To his horror, he felt tears prick at his own eyes as he buried his face into Barnaby's neck.

"Kotetsu?" Barnaby asked, concerned as he tilted the older man's chin up to get a good look at his face, "Why are you crying?" Kotetsu laughed, sniffling, and kissed Barnaby once again.

"Ah, don't worry, I'm just happy, Bunny."

And this is only part one. Wow. This is from the kink meme and the prompt seriously ran away from me. I love these two so much. Feedback always helps an author write!