49
Bakugo came out of the bathroom wiped out, hours upon hours later.
It was midnight, and the moon was shimmering through the double windows, over the back garden that was under construction still, it's gray craters deep, much like Kasaya's eyes: big and full, crystal clear skies above a soft, icy landscape.
The room was dark except for the celestial being's light, but it didn't wrap Bakugo in calming gentleness, instead it made him feel uneasy, and made a strange hollowness pour over his entire silhouette. An eerie, thin, singular shadow cast across the floor, and the blonde stared at it serenely.
He'd passed out cold on the bathroom floor from all this; never had he been so swept-up with any person as much as he was with Kasaya. His emotions, Saya wrenched them around.
Since when had the guy with a shitty bun twisted up on the back of his head been gravitating towards the center of his mind?
Bakugo thought back.
It was since the day he'd screamed at that girl on the phone, told her to fuck off.
All he had heard was some person, a dude, getting all fired-up with some woman who was obviously trying to run him through 'the ringer', and of course, as Bakugo was bored and had forgot his earbuds to tune out the senseless sheeple's babble around him, he had no choice except to sit there and listen while he ate lunch.
But he realized after a few, that he really was tuning-in.
This man had the mother of tongues, snippy, pissed, much like himself, and once it was done, he wanted to stand up for a second to take a quick peep at who it had been, and when he did, he slammed right back down in his seat, so as not to be noticed.
It was the idiot in his room taking up half of 'his' living space!
That really was the first day that Bakugo realized that the silent moron in 'his' room with a lazy-look to him, long hair unkempt, a waste of space more-less, actually HAD a voice: sarcastic, biting it could be, a medium pitch, a tenor if he was to sing, compared to his own bassier tone.
But, on the other hand, as they'd shared a few meaningless words, he recalled finding Blue Ball's voice (as he recognized he did in fact, have some balls for cussing out that girl, who turned out to be Ashley) smooth and gentle, his demeanor nonchalant, uncaring, and his attitude 'whatever'.
He never owed him shit, and Kasaya made sure that that was established.
It was an instant attraction.
But even so, had he of been that same person he once was, that old 'Bakugo', he would of spit on this new Bakugo for many things: becoming accustomed to that suave tone, coming to find the room aura calm with the other, curiosity peaking as Saya snuck out late and kept to himself, discovering fervor and passion in his essay, being invited to The Golden and going because he was playing a game to find out information about him (and data he did find!), trying to tail him in the dorm and losing his scent, then later to catch him in the act of exiting and Saya showing him his quirk by making that girl pick her nose, having fun running around playing tag like children, the first night up in that abandoned building, smacking hands in games of chicken, then onward.
Truly, that loud mouthing off was what sparked Bakugo's initial attention, which led to interest, which led him down the path he was on now.
The instant attraction had quickly transformed into so much more.
His old self would of been furious!
He'd been always content NEVER seeing ANYONE! Kissing, hugging and dating had all been so disgusting to him. Women drove him insane! He hated people (he still does), but the thought of letting a person into his life like that was crazy!
But with Kasaya, he'd let him have his first kiss. And Bakugo had given it with willingly, (more like their mouths had come together at the same time in that elevator).
But also, they it didn't come to the realization until much later that that really had happened, and by that point, well... they had already kissed again, and it was the same: their mouths fell together, into each other's, sweet and lit up on the drink.
But a with a guy?! And, for throwing up over this all as well? For puking up everything, everything, like a shit-ass weakling?!
The old Bakugo would of kicked this Bakugo right in his god damn face!
Had Kasaya Satoko made Bakugo Katsuki weak? Was the navy-headed vixen in his way? Altering his course to be the #1 hero?
Yes, of course he was, sort of.
Only sort of because he did not really long to be the #1 hero anymore, or even to get a one-up on Deku.
All of that, it came to not matter as much as Kasaya's revenge had to him, so much that his vengeance for his self-righteousness faded, and Kasaya's cause became his #1 instead.
Kugo shook his foggy head, those self-proclaiming thoughts were along the lines of how he used to think, and feeling so utterly faint, he wavered in step trying to make it to his bed. The only thing he'd properly done was brush his teeth, wash his mouth out.
Kasaya was gone, just as he suspected him to be. The room's mood was no longer calm, as Satoko's presence always made it, now it was absent of life, like the aftermath of a battlefield; his roommate's side messy, peices of things here and there like the dead bodies, strewn, but primarily cleared out.
That one old holey flannel in particular was in a ball on top his dresser, the one Saya had been drying himself off with when the pipe broke above their room.
He'd thrown a fluffy towel at his face in the dark, barely able to make out his form, but barely able to stand watching the guy doing that as well.
It was disgusting to him!
Katsuki hung his head, shivering to the bone from illness, looking at the portion of floor where the duct tape used to be.
This was not right.
Nothing was the same with him not here.
Why couldn't it be simple? Why did there have to be constant change? Why did it have to be a complicated fucking mess? A disaster?
Disaster.
Kasaya Satoko used to be a disaster, then he became 'Disaster'. Now, this sitatuation was a disaster around them.
And Katsuki, who was used to change, accepted it openly, a man whom for once found something permanent in his life he wanted to hang onto, something that he didn't want to change and morph, but just to bud and bear fruit, found himself so swept up in a man that once an evolution was forced, it made him physically sick.
The Disaster had made him dependent on him, and now, Kasaya's actions were calling him to be independent again; to go out on his own from now on, without thinking of him.
Such a marathon.
Bakugo was always in a chase with him!
He would of screamed for allowing himself to become so dependent on another months back; but they really had needed each other in more ways than one.
The stream of life had brought them together, and in it, it made them well again.
This was all probably luck, maybe more, but Katsuki was grateful, really, he truly was.
Katsuki had moved on from what the drugs had done to him, from his past, just as Kasaya had with his past as well. Not to mention, Kasaya fed him for a few months before he had a job, which he didn't have anymore, pretty much nullified once he'd rejected Eraser.
He could still taste that General Tso's chicken on the rooftop with him, their high-top sneakers swung over the edge, laughing.
Suki's stomach gurgled thinking of food, the very thought of eating something making him queasy.
He grasped onto the headboard of his bed for support, and began to just slowly breath, trying to maintain a hold on himself for a second.
Their bond brought change.
Good change.
So, what was this then that Kasaya was doing?
Another good change?
Or a bad change?
Or just plain change in itself? Neither good or bad?
No matter... he couldn't just forget.
He was left light-headed and achy, knocked out in the bathroom since four o'clock. He shakily slunk down on his mattress, this feeling was exactly similar to when he'd just come out of his fever after being off X-ON. He wiped his head with a wrist, sweaty, and grabbed a water bottle, drinking it's entire contents.
He'd never wanted to feel this way again.
That's when he saw it: A little envelop.
Nervously he touched, turned it. 'It was only, ever you.' It read.
Bakugo's lashes bat slow as he opened it, frightened what that meant, and into his hand not one, but two engagement rings fell out.
It was exactly what he feared.
Like a monsoon, the wetness came back to his eyes. "No." He choked a sob, squeezing them in his fist.
Kasaya had gotten him one, but he'd left it with his own inside this tiny package. A thick black band Kugo's was to be; Kasaya's different, a solid silver.
Satoko rather than proposing to him, was instead proposing an end after all this time?
Suki shot up off balance, grabbing a necklace chain out of his top dresser drawer and strung them on it. Carefully, he put it on over his head, down over his neck and it laid on his thick, broad shoulders. Softly, he put them inside his dark tee, like a soldier stringing those first dogtags, officially a piece of government property.
He had been Kasaya's property, and Kasaya had been his property. They had their marks all over each other, and he still had to get that vine tattoo done on his back; he would still get it complete, the date was set already, and it was soon.
Soon because that sharpie marker color stretched across his blades was beginning to fade again, and he wanted it permanent.
This may be the end of this, a premature end to their future marriage, but this was not the end.
Much like the dark colored-in drawing on his back, it was fading, but he would not let it fade until it was gone completely.
Never.
Never would this end.
He grasped at the rings from outside his shirt, kissing gently, wiping his face also on the soft cotton.
He'd always embraced change; his mother's words to him, eventhough he may not respect her for what she allowed to happen to him.
In these contemplations, his red eyes were starting to fleck and shine again, fiery and hellish once more, because he was coming to his own realization.
A new one.
He abruptly started storming around the room, yanking his keys on a laynard, rapidly stuffing clothes in his duffels, shoes, books, socks, everything he could grab. He took that little envelop, with that phrase on it in Kasaya's penmanship, and safely stored it, protectively zipped it in an interior pocket in his duffel.
Yes.
He was Kasaya's only one.
He took ownership of that line, that role.
And he would not let it die.
"BAKUGO?!" Iida and Ibara turned as he'd almost ran into them. They were accompanying one another on the last SA hall monitor shift for the night.
The seventeen year old nearly knocked them the fuck over as he slammed his room door open as vicious as a rainstorm, windy, it boomed shut on spring, and he ushered himself past them wordlessly. They watched him run down the hall. He sprinted as if he'd seen God himself, not terrified, but rather, as if some strong wave of understanding had come over him, was altering his thinking.
And truly, that was the case.
"BAKUGO!" Iida yelled at the blonde's muscled back, busy, gliding in the quickest athletic run. "Where you goin?!"
He didn't even have a winter coat on! It was cold outside! He had duffels of stuff!
"What the hell?" Iida mumbled to Ibara. "What is wrong with him?" He was instantly concerned. Should he? Should he call someone?
Suki ignored it all. Recklessly, he just went, moved, left right left right, his feet pounded loud, slammed the side door open, bustled down the stairs, hand whipping on the rail, and he was gone.
Iida had never EVER seen Bakugo look this way!
Do this!
Act like this!
And he'd seen Bakugo do lots of psycho things!
He stood aghast.
But Ibara, on the other hand... quietly knew.
She smirked shallowly so that Iida wouldn't notice.
Bakugo had breezed by them because he was in love.
Deeply. Deeply.
Ibara knew he was flying, and his wings could not flap fast enough.
This run for him would be the longest he'd ever had in his life, because whatever they going through, it was serious. But no matter what, when she seen them in the hallway right before Christmas break, snuggling, close, after she overheated and ran out, but then calmed, she'd come to realize, two people don't act that way unless they deeply cared for one another, and she knew that Bakugo with his brazen attitude, would push on until he could lay his own head on Kasaya Satoko's pillow tonight, because love would not fail them.
"I don't know." Ibara smiled up at Iida, faking a shrug, grasping his forearm. "Wanna get some food before bed tonight?" She changed the subject on purpose.
"Yea, uh." He was still looking at the heavy steel door Bakugo exited out of as they walked.
Ibara took that moment to put a quick kiss on his cheek, and she knew as Iida turned as looked at her with a smile under those square-framed glasses, that he was already latched into whatever she wanted.
She'd distract the Student Advisor, Class President and Hero Classer away from Bakugo.
She didn't need to do it, need to do that, but Ibara being the motherly type and secretly 'knowing', she felt she had to protect it.
And she would.
Because what she saw, as passionate and frivolously dangerous to prying eyes it was right inside the school, in that slim hallway, she'd seen a feverish want between them, desirous touches, and teasing words.
And how they walked out aside each other, speaking to each other, and those smiles?
But not holding hands... not touching out in the open?
They were hiding something special: their specific combination of perfection, and if they didn't want people to know so then she'd honor it, and she'd keep all eyes off of it as much she could.
She did hope someday that they could be open about it, and when that day comes, she really would smile herself, alone, because she knew the whole time, but she would fake innocence.
Because... because she was a good person.
And thanks to them, seeing that, she'd come back to being who she was before she got wrapped up in the grapevine drama at UA between Ashido and Uraraka, and their girly, selfish wants of trying to see who could land a date with the Satoko man first.
She would uphold their relationship, and help aid it to be deaf to others until they made the decision to say something.
"Hey! Come'on!" Ibara cooed. "Let's grab some late night pizza!"
Iida wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he was taller, completely unknowing of her intent or thoughts.
All he knew was... man it felt good to have an awesome girlfriend!
Bakugo took a better hold of it now, what he was doing.
As he ran, it ironed out more.
True love for them, it was as Kasaya had already done: It was to let go and to embrace change.
There was no other option.
This was what the 'chase' was right now.
A different path than many, as it was long, mountainous, treachrous, but it was still a path, a path to run on, and it was better than no path at all. And on that trail Bakugo would run. He would run it with him until his mouth foamed, until his body gave out, and all other paths to the sides, he would put on blinders as if a carriage horse, blinding himself from them.
And in this selflessness, Bakugo Katsuki would meet that where it stands.
His old self would of shit-stormed out, freeing himself from the 'drama', the pain in the ass that this was.
But this was not a drama, maybe a shit-show, but not a drama. He would not let it become something cinema-worthy; this was their lives, and in this circumstance, Kasaya had seen that clear as day, that he had to separate himself from attachments, so that he could fight and give the fight his whole life, his whole heart, and not drag Bakugo Katsuki along in the mud.
But Bakugo Katsuki was a demon all his own, a force in itself to be reckoned with, and even if Kasaya would not dream to drag him as if attached on a string like a puppet, so he cut that rope, Bakugo would dust himself off, stand back up on that road, and he himself, would begin running again, and even if Bakugo was slower, behind Kasaya like that night when he was running full steam ahead in the autumn, he would still be at his heels.
Kasaya brought up the fact again for Bakugo: Everything changes, and he was calling out to him to embrace it, hold it, accept it.
In doing what Kasaya did, he challenged Katsuki's values in their relationship: What was most important?
Bakugo knew now, being able to let go was.
In this short life that Kasaya has, did he deserve to have a love in his life that was as sacrificing as him? Someone who loved him so deeply that they seen it better to give the relationship up in dire circumstance rather than to intensely latch onto each other like heavy rocks and weight each other down?
Because then... they could not run, they could not go anywhere, save anyone, do anything.
And so, yes. 'Yes.' Kasaya deserved that type of love. Yes he did.
Bakugo spat at himself.
He was a fucking idiot!
Never would he dare clip Kasaya's wings!
He wanted to watch that blackbird spread those feathers and soar, rocket into the sky as a purifying white light and consume evil at it's doorstep.
And in his musings and screamings all he had done was make this worse for him! Make Saya's circumstance harder and harder on him! He'd fought so much that he'd worn himself down to the current sick shape he was in now, and worn Kasaya down so much that his back nearly broke out from under his own weight.
What a fucking, real fuck up he'd been! Desperate like a fucking clingy ass little bitch!
Katsuki cussed at himself.
He was a man for god's sake! Not some whiny youth bawling over the fact that he'd become so dependent that he couldn't bear being without another!
"FUCK!" Bakugo yelled, yanking up on his duffels. Kasaya was asking him to step up to the plate and bat a homerun. And he would! He would! They'd helped each other overcome their pasts. 'Okay. Okay.' But this fighting One For All situation was a call to them both to be the strong, independent males that they needed to be, that they should of been from the start, but couldn't be.
Kasaya never was, dependent on his brother to hold him up.
Bakugo never was, dependent on spare change from his grandma (if she even remembered) just to eat, but had up a faux-wall of resistance that he 'was' the leader, the macho-man, the ruler of the pack.
But now?
They had overcome, and their futures both involved being solid pillars on their own accords.
And if the others could stand behind Kasaya doing this, being this way, striving for that because he accepted himself and what he was, who was he not to do that as well?
But it didn't just stop there.
Bakugo had another further thought in his head, and he would tell him, present it to him.
His sneakers padded the cement as he ran past the fountain in the square, the late nighters out murmuring at the crazy student that was sprinting clunkily past, panting like a wounded animal.
Faster.
He needed to run faster.
He struggled with his duffels, but he pushed on at grueling pace.
The cold air whistled light across his ears as he sprinted, the chill brisk in his lungs. His body was hot in the cold of February, but he no longer was cursing at himself for slamming his bomber jacket in his bag rather than throwing it on because of how his body heated right up from this!
A favorite song of his father's was in his head from when he was around five years old, a distant memory of it he had.
It was why he listened to the music he listened to: Heavy, thrashing, banging, angry metal music.
He only remembered just a few notes to it, and so he'd spent years trying to find that song of his dad's again, but once he did, he listened to it weekly.
His real dad used to play it on an old record player; a heavy metal song that he'd grown to like and value as one of the only good memories from his horrible past, along with the ragtag kid-squad with Deku.
Katsuki couldn't think of anything else, it's simplistic power chords rocked in a manic beat to him, strumming strong and fierce in his head, much like the current beat of his own heart.
If it wasn't for his father killing that man that forced cocaine on him when he was five, he wouldn't be here right now running.
He'd most likely be dead.
He wouldn't of had the chance to live this life.
To meet Kasaya. To feel how he feels. To overcome who he once was, and to have this chance right now, in this moment, to be ushered into a new Bakugo Katsuki.
The Bakugo Katsuki that he should of been from the start, had his life not taken a sick swoop downhill, had it not been influenced by the darkness of the world so early.
After over ten years of shame, he'd finally arrived to this place, the place he should of been all along.
I got all this patience, and I could ask you to be mine.
But, this is undefined.
It has no shape, it has no form.
What we got isn't to be questioned; it cannot conform.
In the night he ran over the ice, under that moon.
He could hear that lone musician's fingers start to slowly pluck the electric guitar and then it was overtaken by an incredible drum sequence, and the band changed up the chords, eliciting a darker, but real feel.
It enters our lives once we're born.
From the cradle to grave, it's in everyone.
Burn me up like a candle, sometimes flickering but never dead.
Love may be invisible, but it's always in my fuckin' head.
'It flickers but it never dies'. He panted, wheezed, pushed himself hardcore.
He could feel sweat, and he wavered at a jabbing pain in his side, but he growled through it.
This ache was nothing compared to how he felt right now.
In the chorus, the singer was loudest, and an amazing new progression came in, the riff melodic and chugging, getting the point across.
It can leave you empty, but it also made me whole.
Make or break you, infect my fuckin' soul.
Woven into the heart, stretched across the mind.
Love can sometimes be so fuckin' blind.
He coughed out, he could hear that his shoes had hit roadway blacktop long ago, his ears red and searing in absolute pain from the seasonal temperature, stinging.
Kasaya had broke him, but he'd also made him.
And he'd done the same for Kasaya.
Just as the song said, they'd done that for each other.
But their love was not blind, unlike his father's.
His father in the end, had still come back and tried to shelter his mother, even after all she did, let happen. He was sure that the pregnancy had something to do with it, seeing her in that predicament, but nevertheless, that was all the past, and the only thing he could think of now was of him and Kasaya.
Their love was upfront, in-their-face, brash but true, much like the relationship the Satoko brothers had between them.
It was not this fragile, damask porcelain egg sitting in a glass case, perfect victim for an eight-year old to smash up with a ball into it (which he himself had done a number of times), instead, it was a burning hot coal, that wavered in the wind, it's flame like a torch scorching in the night on top The Great Wall.
It's blue fire so hot that it'd sear anyone else who tried to hold it.
Suki pushed as hard as he could to reach him.
He had to let it be known how he felt, just as Kasaya had done with him.
He did not want the 'chance' to voice his own words back to him.
He would not leave this up to chance.
Time would not escape him.
There was a horrible, loud bang at the side door, and Deku almost fell out off the sofa in the front room area.
It was past one thirty in the morning!
"Wha...?" He rubbed a lazy eye. He'd been up reading a hero magazine, but had been ready to snap off the dim lamp.
Thunderous rapping, continuous booming!
Eraser woke and peeped out, poked only his head out of a door, eyes heavy and dreary. "What?" He said in his bland, unenthused voice.
Yagi was asleep inside the room too, but unlike him, Toshinori was a light sleeper, the man couldn't snooze through much at all and he could already hear him stirring.
Someone was beating on the door ferociously!
That better stop or Toshi would be up in less than a few minutes!
They already were hiding their 'relationship' from the newcomers to the bunker due to their own insecurities with possible reactions if it was said upfront, and even chose the room with two beds, so as not to be revealed, but if Toshinori rose and someone per-chance seen that the sheets weren't disturbed on the other bed, it would be obvious they were sleeping together in the same one.
Aizawa wiped his eye. "Wha'da hell?" He mumbled. "Izuku get'it." He was getting more and more on edge, growing concerned something crazy had happened already.
He hadn't even shared with Deku and Disaster yet what was happening in the criminal underground!
So who was this? And what the fuck could of happened? Mid-week?
Not that the villains ever took a break, but still!
The person rapped so dangerously loud that the door made bad groaning creaky noises, almost as if it would fall off the hinges!
Aiwaza was beginning to panic, he walked out the room, dressed in a black tank and sleep pants, making 100% certain to shut the door behind him, as he was going to get it himself now, but Deku yawned and got up, and got there sooner.
The door opened, and an instant hitch occurred in the short teen's throat. "Kac... Uh. Ba...?"
Aiwaza stopped in his tracks, dark eyes fixated on the person he once could call family, and he turned right back around, padding back to him and his boyfriend's room, closing the door behind him, disappearing as quick as he came out.
The blonde paid no attention to anything. He just heaved at the door, chest heavy, eyes clear and crimson red, feverish, looking over Midoriya's head into the bunker.
'Had he?' Midoriya swore he spied dried tears, and... his hair.
He'd spotted it in class, and a few had made comments on it out of the thousands of comments that the blonde had been getting, but now he had a chance to see it up close: a half inch on the sides all around, faux hawked, four inches on the top.
Much much different that Bakugo Katsuki.
His hero uniform with its camo pants, grenade arm gauntlets, knees pads and boots made him look like a guerilla fighter, and the crazy hair with all his callics had also, especially with the black mask he liked to wear.
But this hair cut was formal military; Bakugo looked like he belonged in a uniform like Kasaya's brother did.
So many things had changed with him!
All because of Kasaya he knew, and being exposed to someone more 'out there', but they were close friends.
Bakugo spied the box of court case paperwork on the table. "Is he here?" Snappy, quick to the green headed teen in his way.
It wasn't mean what he said, just quick-tongued. Midoriya was stunned. He'd just spoke to him as if he was an actual person? He assumed he meant his roommate. "Yeh... uh..." He pointed over his shoulder to the series upon series of rooms in the hall.
Aizawa had his back up against the door inside his room, listening. He damn well saw who it was, but he would not intervene. Bakugo was not here for him, and he knew it.
He sighed and walked to back bed to try to hush Yagi back into a deeper sleep.
Being directly addressed by Bakugo was something that NEVER happened to Deku.
Bakugo barged in.
Izuku got slightly shoved aside in the doorway, but it confused him as he wasn't pushed to the side forcibly, it was a hand on his shoulder that just lightly rotated his body more to the left.
This was all a whirlwind to him!
Bakugo bustled in, he didn't even take his outside shoes off!
Obviously, he was in a rush.
This could not wait, whatever it was!
In response, Deku backed up not wanting to be in his way more, in fear of getting a firestorm in his face.
Those wine eyes of his ex-childhood friend instead, locked with his forest green ones as he quickly flashed by him.
"Sorry." Came out of Bakugo's mouth.
It happened so fast that Midoriya was left blinking as Kacchan took off running down the hall.
Kugo eventually skidded to a halt, and backed up.
Kasaya.
There he was.
He'd found him.
He had no shirt on, clunky black sweats rode his hips, his two piercing's jewelry shined in the little light in the room, his hair was brushed out.
The room a warm hue.
He sat on a cot, quiet, with his large headphones on, listening to rap like normal, reading the English version of his favorite childhood book, the one with Apollo in it. He licked a thumb, turned a page, and Bakugo watched, breath hitched in his throat.
Did he dare step into the low light of the room?
This scene he was watching was so picturesque, calm, just a young, attractive man sitting on a bed, quietly reading.
He didn't want to disturb, not just yet. He just wanted this image to burn into his skull.
But Saya placed a bookmark in, it was the monkey cartoon with the fucked up eyeballs that he'd drawn when they'd made Fort Fuck You in their room, and he touched his sword on a neighboring coffee table, ran his finger across the hilt's bands, feeling it as the novel closed for the night in his other hand.
Katsuki swallowed.
How could he not see?
In every little thing... they had been 'involved' with each other.
Bravely he stepped in. He had to speak his peace to him. His thoughts. His words. Suki came uninvited, that he knew, but he had no time to ask.
Time was of the essence.
Noticing movement, the other looked over sleepily.
Midoriya caught up just as Bakugo walked into Kasaya's temporary, makeshift bedroom and shut the door behind him, locking it.
The look on Kasaya's face... the only thing he could determine it as, as he seen it only for an instance, was shock.
That said it.
Kacchan wanted to talk to him... alone.
Deku sighed, walked away. He wouldn't bug them.
He'd followed because he wanted to demand an explanation for what was going on, because the last time they really spoke it was a screaming match which almost resulted in Bakugo breaking his arm, then the dean's lounge and getting frozen and them running off, but he guessed, it could wait.
They were roommates, they probably had plenty to iron out and go through with all this crap going on, and perhaps confronting him, maybe that was not the smartest as he knew Bakugo's temper very very well.
Bakugo had become friends with Saya, best friends Deku figured with how much Bakugo hung out with him, did martial arts with him, and like Midoriya had thought before, he was glad that Bakugo had at least one person he could call 'friend'.
He seen those dried tears.
They really were best friends, and at the threat that Bakugo could be losing his only friend to this cause? The one human being on the planet he could stand being around?
"Man... Oh man." Midoriya sat back down on the couch after making sure the front door was locked back up tight, and snapped off the light.
Everything was dark as shit.
He was too tired to think too much, the only thought in his head was that Bakugo had bags of stuff, certainly set on moving right in. Pushing his way into situations and if they were too much a mess, he'd push himself right back out of them quick as he pleased; Hero Deku was used to that with the blonde.
So this situation, being a mess, he was surprised Kacchan was still even in it.
Nevertheless, this would be an interesting 'however long' with him and Kasaya being here, and not at the dorms. Midoriya committed to staying the weekends and a night every once in awhile and that was all he could do to not make his roommate Krishima and everyone else suspicious.
So, he would have more contact with Kacchan than usual.
He figured, this probably wouldn't fair well, especially with their rivalry.
But it wasn't a minute later he passed out asleep, like everyone else in the bunker except Aiwaza who laid awake with an arm around Yagi, his brown eyes dreary and saddened.
Never would he let Bakugo see, or any of the other ones. He had to be stronger now more than ever, and not think of Katsuki anymore.
Kasaya pulled his red headphones off, and that caused the stereo to start playing instead, he turned it down quickly with a remote to a low murmur, the connection was somehow disconnected on accident as they had come off too quick.
A groovy, smooth, but still dirty rap. The usual for him.
He stood abruptly, his sweatpants sinking down on his hips further as he stood, a little below his pelvis, the band of his boxers a bright blue.
He was so fit like Suki, things barely fit him right.
His gray eyes were wide. His bottom lip dropped. "Bakugo?"
"Y... you." Bakugo wheezed out, pointing at him, dropping both of his black duffels on the ground.
It was odd hearing 'Bakugo' out of his mouth, and Kugo instantly didn't like it. He wanted to hear 'Suki'.
He was 'Suki' to him damn it.
Saya said nothing in response. What was this? Was he here to yell more?
"Okay." Katsuki whispered. "Okay, Saya." He put his hand down.
"What?" His heart leaped, as his voice remained monotone. Was? What was he?
Not what he expected.
Bakugo dropped to his knees on the floor. He was worn the fuck out, sickish from running. He'd sprinted full speed three miles on a purposefully empty stomach, as the thought of eating earlier made him sick in itself.
He pulled the rings out of his shirt, snapped the chain, busting it with a grunt. The two rolled into the palm of his hand.
Kasaya noticed his chest was sweaty.
Had he run all the way here?
"Y... you wrote that I was the o... only one." Katsuki rolled his head up, as well as he could.
Saya wasn't sure what to do, he didn't know the context yet.
"I'll let go of you Saya."
The younger Satoko's eyes watered, and one of the tears fell down his face. "Th... then why... why are you... you here?" His voice wavered getting pitch in it now.
"Because, that's how... how much... I... I love you." Bakugo wheezed and teared himself, just when he thought he could not cry anymore, they fell over his cheeks, a huge smile on his face. Saying those three words, every time it hit him like a ton of bricks, gave him butterflies. "Just as you le'me go, I pr... promise you Kasaya." He moved the rings in his palm. "Every single moment... when you gotta go risk it all... I'll let you... No..." He corrected himself. It was not him 'letting' him. "No... y'you jus' go, okay?"
"Bu..." Kasaya stuttered, he felt his body waver. "It'll jus... just hurt you if I... if I..."
"It'll hurt regardless." Bakugo cut him off. He knew he meant if he died. "Bu'you, you go out..." It got authoritive. "and fuckin' fight for th'people, yeh? You got it?" He swallowed, an absolute mountain of flames was in his eyes. His tears felt like liquid fire. "An'give it your all?"
Saya nodded.
"An'when you go in, and y'eventually fight him... All For One, you make sure y'have their faces in your mind." He began to shiver, he hoped he wasn't getting a flu, but he was certain it was from what he was feeling, maybe not. "An'not mine."
Kasaya froze.
But, Suki was a part of those crowds of people that he would be saving, so of course he would have his image in his head. But he got why he was saying that, he wanted Kasaya to think of them first and foremost before himself.
Bakugo smirked at Kasaya's shell shocked reaction.
"Let's give up our lives, yeh?" He breathed in deep, this was who Bakugo Katsuki should of been the whole time, who he could of been awhile back, but because of his past and how long that fight took, and the amount of time spent to get over it, just now the real Bakugo Katsuki was coming to be, coming into light, reaching his final form. "I'll fight All For One with you and De... Izuku. I'll do it if I can. I'll be strong so I can aside you, an' him..." He no longer wanted to say 'Deku' as he'd said it before. "I will do it... but I will also fight uneffected and with a clear mind. I won't let thoughts of 'us' cloud my judgement." He bowed his head to him seriously, formally. This was where his proposal came into the situation, his head to the floor, his hands went down. A bow.
Bakugo Katsuki barely bowed, and never had he had to get down and do it to this extent. He hoped he was doing it correctly.
"So, each day as it comes, and we've gotta risk it all, we will both will. I'm behind you, like the rest of 'em." He swung his head slightly motioning backwards, referring to everyone here in the bunker that he knew of that were probably here.
Kasaya buckled and plummeted to the cot, his seat slamming down into it. Breathless.
This was his bargain: "What I'm askin'of you... is let's do this one day at a time only."
Satoko started shaking. He didn't think Suki would want to digress to something like this, but it wasn't really digressing, it was just Katsuki proposing an adaptation.
He didn't think Bakugo could think it, that he would be okay with that with how ingrained into the future marriage they'd been, with how he had just been so rash, aggressive, had just been screaming and cursing his head off over this!
And with this bowing to the floor?
Honesty.
Bakugo was being real and forward with him just as he had tried to be in the dorm room earlier, and so, Satoko was swimming in a sea of ultimate respect.
Bakugo was accepting his wishes and had come to a place where he also was okay with giving his life away as well, and he would fight alongside him as long as he could.
Like Satoko had thought, the dragon would follow him even to hell, but unlike he expected, the beast had come so completely conscious, that he'd finally found control in the rage.
Truly, by what he was going through, Katsuki had had his last strings to his old life snipped at, and fall into the muck he did, but he stood up from it and followed him all the way to hell just the same.
Katsuki wasn't only loyal to him.
Katsuki was now loyal to the whole world.
To the heroes, to the good hearted.
Said that himself.
So, with this, Saya fummed. Was their love of one another, truly this strong? That it would not fade, and that it would mould to whatever was happening with them?
Evolve?
Bakugo had caught onto Satoko's drift, but instead of turning his head from it as Satoko expected him to, he looked at it like an amazing straight A student does: Inspected it, and evaluated.
It just took a little time for him.
But after the raging calmed, this was what had 'become' of the Hero Apollo: A fountain of shiny coins, spilling over, rich and powerful.
A hero of heroes.
A mighty mountain.
A king of kings.
"After each day, if we're both still alive, then let's be together that evening an'do whatever." Bakugo's head still to the floor. "An' that's it."
"An'... an'and... if not?"
"Then..." Suki swallowed. "It still isn't over."
"Pl' jus' stand." He whispered, looked away towards the wall. His emotions were all over the place.
Suki straightened up then slowly, trying to keep his breaths steady as he was feeling unwell, and walked over, a smile. Those gray sensual eyes speared his again as he did; they were showering tears everywhere.
"Remember?" He sat by him. He got in his hair instantly, swooped the nice smelling, soft mane to the side, his lips brushed his ear. A low hush. "You'll wait f'me, or I'll wait f'you after our physical forms are done." He breathed, hoped. "We should keep that part at least."
"You'll still be jus'the air... with me?" Kasaya throated out, a whisper. After giving back the rings? After how he knew that'd hurt him? After choosing what he chose? To go back with Eraser and Toshi?
To do what he was meant to do?
"Yeh." Katsuki murmured. "But this time, if either one of us, or both of us die, it'll be because we know we gave every ounce of ourselves up in it." Saya was allowing him this close, and he was grateful. "Y'promise me somethin'?"
"Hm?" Saya was losing his senses. Ah, Suki's husky voice, it was so close.
"If one of us dies before th'other, we won't be stupidly sad? Let's jus'go on. Because we know th'other is waitin', because we know that th'death was because of sacrifice."
That was it for him. The last straw he needed to hear. Saya leaned to the side and away.
Bakugo was unsure what he was doing.
He reached, and flicked off the light switch.
Silence went on as they sat aside each other.
Darkness.
Breaths.
Bakugo's hot air in his ear, unwavering in position. Heated lips dazzled the edges of it.
That unfaltering closeness brought Kasaya to understand Suki's seriousness in his proposal to him.
'If one of us dies before th'other... Let's jus'go on... not be stupidly sad.'
Those words hit deep, but never did they have to really speak at times for each other to understand. Suki simply being unmoving in his current position alongside his face, showed him how solid he feels in this resolve.
Saya was too hazed to move, shocked, but then, Bakugo felt the cot straighten out as a weight came off of it, and lithe fingers in the pitch black room took the rings out of his hand and he heard a zip.
They were getting put away inside Satoko's duffel.
"We can't do that... with each other an'anymore." A mumble.
"Yeh." Bakugo spurted. He knew it. He knew it.
He then felt Kasaya untying his sneakers laces for him, and even with something simple like that, his heart began to race.
What was he doing? He couldn't see. Neither of them could.
One by one they came off and hit the tile.
A kiss on his ankle bone. Then one on the other.
In Japan a sign of ultimate respect.
In a quiet moment, Kasaya was revealing his depth of feeling for the words he'd just got done spilling to him, and was returning it in full-force back to his blonde counterpart.
Suki's legs were all goosebumps as he let Kasaya's suave lips graze his skin. Saya knew then, as his feet were so heated, that he really had ran all the way here.
That was how incredibly solid Bakugo Katsuki felt about all this, that he ran his heart out just to get here, and he bet that he took no breaks, pushed his body to the extreme until he had the chance to collapse right in the middle of the floor in this room.
Just to get his words out.
Those important words.
"Sa..."
"Sh." A noise came out of him.
Katsuki chuffed out of his nose; a smirk in the dark.
In the pitch black, a heaviness lowered, and was on his lap.
Saya wrapped his arms around Bakugo's neck. "We've made it through today." A whisper. "So..." Saya was all shivers, squirming. He was being a little more forward than normal and he knew it. He hoped this was okay.
Kugo moved his fingers outward, and searched to lightly touch the man's torso a top him, the two thumb pads moved downward over those abs, slow, feeling, taking time, then back up to move around a pierced nipple. "Be gentle." He breathed to the long-haired one. He moved in, tested with a soft lick, and he teased the jewelry across his lower teeth. "I'm feelin' a little sick."
He hoped he wouldn't back away, seeing as what they were just talking about was extremely heavy in context.
They didn't have to go much further, or do anything. Suki just really liked nipping on these, and if he was graced to just be here with him for a little while and that was all, he was content with that.
It felt... Kasaya bit his bottom lip, but put a palm across Bakugo's forehead in the dark.
It was a little elevated in heat, perhaps he was ill, but how he worded it, it was like he didn't care too much about feeling sick, he was possibly more interested in other things.
'Interested.' One word that sent tingling fizzes up Saya's spine.
Katsuki was a now, fully-realized monster sitting in his bed, and after the lights go out on him, what the hell would happen?
He'd already had tastes of it.
Tastes.
Plenty.
Kasaya scooted on his lap to be more comfortable, he chose a more casual route, and started slowly stroking the back of Bakugo's strong neck, content with just trying to relax him, those muscles on the sides that made the crooks of his neck deep were tense, but began loosening after ten minutes of kneading.
Suki moved his teeth to the other, that metal warming in his mouth, and used his thick palms to scoop under his 'backside' to tap it with a tiny pat.
Saya let out a little howl. This! It was not what he thought he'd do! Wasn't he unwell?!
Apollo liked that sound. Teasing him was pleasing, and he was getting away with it. The lovely one on his lap was being naughty in a way, so he was being only 'a little' naughty as well.
'Lovely.' He liked that word when he thought of Satoko Kasaya; he would only let it enter his mind when they were able to be together, so as not to be distracted away from whatever mission they needed to accomplish.
Kasaya's skin shimmered with arousal, but slapped Katsuki's cheek soft at that.
A pat for a pat damn it!
A grumble from the other, a snicker.
That response! It made flurries stream through Saya's stomach!
It was the opposite of Hisashi's apartment. Now he was on Bakugo's lap, willingly, rather than Suki taking the initiative to sit on him, and the dragon had him locked in, and it's playful appendages fluttered under the seams of his sweats and snapped the waistband.
And in response, Saya yelped a soft but very manly, deep reply. "Fuck you Suki." The blonde was being too much right now!
"Mm." There it was. His nickname. Suki.
He heard the blonde sport a raspy laugh in the darkness. It was a happy one.
It was just a tiny little snap, but in the complete ebony room every millimeter Suki and Saya moved was heightened. They could feel everything together amplified.
Lanky fingers went under Apollo's shirt and over the blonde's head, slowly it danced as if fabric could, his arms going up so Saya could slip it off of him.
Sensual.
Their abs smoothed against each other's as Katsuki noticed his positive reactions to him just like at the apartment.
It was the same.
Kasaya seemed a little more shy because there were other people here and around, unlike at Hisashi's when it was empty. So, Bakugo moved the sleek, heated body a top him with an inward squeeze, a push into his own hips to show him that it was okay if they were to be quiet, not that it mattered if they went further or not to him, but Saya had just taken his shirt off for him and well... the door was locked.
Katsuki ran a finger across his chest. That black cross necklace was gone. It was sad. He hoped it was in his duffel, he was sure it was, but he understood why he wasn't wearing it, even if those lily tattoos were in his skin.
In a surprising movement, Saya arched himself against the other's suggestive flow.
Katsuki felt that slender form like a wave rock, it was like when he'd seen Kasaya dancing in the dean's lounge after The Merge had happened.
Saya was losing his will to hold off, but Suki was egging it on!
And well... so was he.
Kasaya gulped to himself. And he... he'd given into this... this type of 'relationship' that had been proposed, because he really hadn't wanted to give Suki up, but thinking he had to, that it had to be that way, he did.
But, if this was all they could have, evolve into, then... it was better than nothing at all.
Saya wrapped his muscled arms around the other and pushed him down, into a falling hug.
This was all because their marriage was over before it even had a chance to begin, and what was left was 'just them'.
Two bodies with feelings allowed only when able to be allowed, when the fighting came to a close, and only if they were able to come back at all.
Both knew it had to be this way.
But that didn't mean that the love ended; and that didn't mean that their attraction to one another was flat.
Quite opposite.
Saya squeezed him tight.
Instead, it amplified it even more; they were short on time that they had to be together because both of them were risking their lives now, and could die at anytime.
They'd both be deep in the detective work very soon, so they'd take as many opportunities as the opportunities presented themselves then, if they came back alive after each day, if they came back at all.
Right now, in this moment, Bakugo was fumming. He had felt that perhaps Saya was waiting around for the marriage to happen first before other 'things', and if that be the case, that was fine, and he would wait patiently, and not push him further than he wanted to go, but now with the marriage crossroads gone?
What would happen?
Kugo was so unsure.
Kasaya's body grooved on top of him and Bakugo, with every movement, felt himself becoming less able to hold back.
Saya was nervous with what he was about attempt, he was being frisky, but he missed him terribly.
God damnit he hated not sleeping in a shared bed, arms around each other, with that husky scent!
But he'd thought he'd reject all this, freak out and never speak to him again or something, and so he'd purposefully not been close to him for three days trying to iron out how to go about telling him, but once he did, that had went south.
In the past days, he'd been acting like he hasn't cared about anyone but himself, but that wasn't true, and he solidly knew Suki knew that now.
Like he'd thought, it was both selfless and selfish depending on the perspective, but Suki walked up to that line and met it nevertheless, and Kasaya couldn't be more happy.
'One day at a time.'
Kasaya was still so in love.
Again and again, Katsuki always surprised him.
He wanted to pry. What were their 'relations' now that he'd accepted the proposed evolution? He wanted to grasp a hold on it more. "Suki." He got into his ear now.
"Not loud, m'kay?" Of course, Bakugo was concerned about his ears, he could barely mumble that out, Saya's movements were leaving him absent of air, losing a hold on himself.
He wouldn't yell into them, wouldn't hurt him. He should know that by now. He smirked. "Are you stayin' with me... in this bed?" Kasaya could feel his cheeks go hot in the dark. But thank god the darkness was there so Suki couldn't see his red fucking face.
Laying on his back, against the side of Saya's cheek. "Mhm." He put a soft kiss there. He'd coaxed him this far, he figured he was invited already.
They were just whispering airy words in the cave-like blackness, with a light rap mix in the background at this point, right back to where they'd left off, had decided to stop in Hisashi's apartment.
Suki suddenly grabbed a forearm and switched it, pushing the other down into the cot instead under him, knees in between the long haired one's legs.
He remembered Saya didn't mind if he was a little rough with him. He honestly was surprised in himself, that he still had fight left in him at all with how he'd brought himself to a sickness.
The cot creaked a little as long hair swished across Bakugo's face in dark as they transitioned positions roughly.
Kasaya giggled almost stupidly. "Asshole." Bakugo's weight was heavy, but he could take it.
"Ah?" Apollo pressed. A sound of a proud smirk on those lips. Playful playful playful.
The switching of dominance, Suki obviously wanted it for now, but his mind was also flooding, was Saya's head even okay just yet? Stable enough to go further into this realm? He didn't want to start a serious conversation again though, he didn't want this mood ruined.
It felt too good.
Bakugo glided into his half-dressed body lovingly, hot breath into his ear, a lick, throwing a blanket over them as they'd done in the fort when they were talking about their pasts beyond drunk.
Only them, only them, that was what he was trying to make it again, in this moment.
A soft bottom lip to an earlobe again. He searched his mind for the correct wording. He really couldn't go on without knowing. "How much further?" He had to let him know he wouldn't push him on if he wasn't ready. Bakugo wasn't quite sure if he was ready for 'that' either though, that was a whole new field of exploration he had yet to dive into period.
"As... far as..." Saya gasped, holding onto the hard waving body. "you... want." He couldn't believe he'd just said that! He was still set on fishing for a terminology for whatever this was between them though and he wanted to press on to find that out.
"I... your past." A kiss to the throat. A mumble.
Kasaya felt hair go behind his ear under the blanket, Suki's thumbs softly smoothed it behind his left. He was quickly getting lost in Suki's unmistakeable consuming aroma, that scent, like a veil of lace laid over his body thick.
They're minds were similar in thinking with this.
Kasaya was fucking concerned about it. Bakugo was fucking concerned about it.
Disaster brought thought to jumbling words as the sweet nitro glycerin sweat latched him. "Show'me wha'it really means."
Bakugo felt arms squeeze around his naked waist, and in response to that, Suki let his hands go south, and his fingertips slipped down the back of Kasaya's sweats, where they touched sweaty bare skin under boxer briefs.
Saya absent of mind, lifted his hips up off the bed, under Suki.
Katsuki shocked, whipped the sweats off, and he was pushed upright to the side of the cot by Saya who sat up behind him, put his fingers under Katsuki's athletic shorts and breezed them off.
Bakugo was confused, but took the lead and pushed Kasaya back down into the cot, launching the blanket back over them to enclose them.
"What're we... Saya?" His lips were so close to the other's mouth.
They could taste the delicacy of each other's breath.
Saya wanted to know the answer to that question, that was what he'd been fishing for, and Suki brought it right up.
"Friends..." He was unsure. "Uh." He was suddenly shy again. He didn't know. He stumbled over his choice of words; Suki resumed rocking into him steadily. Hips on hips. "L..." Suki dove into his neck. Heavy lips across the surface. "L..." Vicious lapping, grazing of teeth, so much that Saya moaned it out in between breaths: "Lovers?"
Bakugo's heart raced at that thought, a pounding in his chest. On that cupid's voice!
Both jolted at that admittance and softly touched each other's bodies which were down to undergarments.
They could feel how turned on each other other was easily.
Suki could not handle this sexy shit, not anymore!
'Lovers?'
He began picking up the pace into the man pinned down under him, he grabbed one of Kasaya's wrists and held it down. A deep crackle of sound from the other as he bit at the Adam's apple.
In that instant, one slow palm slid inside Bakugo's black and orange boxer briefs in the dark, and the edges of fingertips with short nails pressed.
Suki breathed on the other's mouth.
'Lovers.'
Just enough air as he felt his boxers coming down. "Fuck." Hotly. 'Yeh.'
Desires of the flesh, backing by emotion when they could.
Lips came down.
Tongues busy.
They couldn't contain it anymore. It was something entirely feral and desirous, but by being founded with something as deep as their love, that made it also passionate and fiery.
He let himself go for it, threw all pre-conceived notion that perhaps Saya wasn't ready out of his head, his naked body into him hard.
Kasaya.
He was ready to be 'shown' and he knew it.
And he was completely bare in this bed with him!
Saya felt muscles a top him work as they labored.
Kasaya was swept up, unlike everything before that he'd been forced to do to others that was painful and left him covered in the blood of another, this was warm, he could feel his whole lower body shaking from the friction, he felt his knees raising on their own as their tongues remained massaging each other's through it all.
He could feel Suki's through his blue boxers... his... his... it was big. Heat between his legs, it was getting moist. "Oh god. Ah..." Pant. "Shit..."
That word make Bakugo wrench his hands under the other's last clothing and stripped it off of him so fast, but as he sat up to do so, he became suddenly nervous to lower himself back down.
He couldn't see his completely naked form in the room, and he knew neither could Kasaya see him, but if he lowered down, then their 'parts' would... touch for the first time.
Both were panting for this exact reason.
Hyperventilating.
'Oh shit. Oh shit.' Suki closed his eyes. Threw a wrist over his crimson orbs in the dark. 'Fuck... Fuck... Fuck.' He took in a deep breath, let it out. "S... slow?" Bakugo's words wavered. "Yeh?"
"Y'yeh." Kasaya murmured. Scared, he was a bit scared.
Kasaya felt his legs move up, knees bending as Suki's hips hit them, and he felt elbows hit the cot aside his chest, hands going under his back.
A tiny touch between both their legs.
Blistering heat, but delicate like a peck of a kiss.
They felt both their members pulse right in that simple, exquisite moment, and Kugo wrapped a thick wet tongue to lap at his right pierced nipple, overcome, and instantly dropped the rest of the way down.
Their 'peices' slid right aside each other's like a smooth stoke of an oar to water as it happened.
Bakugo harshly gutteral moaned across Saya's chest. His head on his chest listening to the heartbeat, the sounds were not quiet, not at all, their chests banging nor the noise he admitted.
Kasaya wrenched him up to capture those lips with his again.
But Suki panting, grinding, was instantly lost in pleasure. The want. "Fu..."
Kasaya wanted to spend every single moment while he was still alive as his... lover.
Bakugo twirled his fingers across and under the other's back shifting him sideways, and Katsuki fell aside him under their blanket.
They faced each other and naturally, they're 'boys' remained touching, crossed, seductively caressing.
Both were winded, letting in zero air for them to breathe as their mouths did not separate.
Katsuki had such an urge!
But he stopped his palm from traveling too far, as he got to the large, deep scar and stopped.
A nibble on the bottom lip from the other, a sigh. "I d'don't touch there." Except to wash.
"H'have you... ever?" Bakugo felt so wild his words didn't matter.
"No."
He knew why. "C... can I?"
"Mh." Hot breath. "Soft?"
"Yeh." He trusted him.
Only a fingerpad, testing, pushed gentle into flesh.
'Holy shit.' Bakugo was trying to not devour. The man's stuff, the skin was suave like chiffon, and it felt... nice.
That silkiness practically begged him on.
He was touching another man's jewel.
His moved only the tip of his finger slowly down it. It was lengthy, switched 'on', just as his was, and when he got to the cap, he wondered and lightly rubbed the opening; wet, just as he thought.
Slick.
"S... Suki..." Kasaya jolted. It felt good. It felt good. It felt so good. "Pl... I..."
Bakugo swirled his index finger around the slit, spreading the wetness, listening to him, feeling his 'shell's' reactions. All of it so awesome.
"I... Mm." He bit his lip, and he knew Suki felt that on his lips as a smirk was suddenly there. "Hh... ah!" That sound was too loud also.
Lips enclosed again.
Too much for Kugo! Too much!
He wrapped his palm around it, teased with his thumb and began with one long giant stroke.
"Oh fuck." Saya gasped, his head throwing backwards, the dragon nibbling on his shoulder.
Soon.
His palm worked it quick.
Wetter it got.
Apollo couldn't wait.
He latched onto his own with his other hand and brought both of their parts together to touch and be handled. He laced his fingers locking them tightly together as he maniacally stroked.
So fast.
Experimentation.
In the past, a few years ago, he'd accidentally seen this 'action' flicking through late night channels, an adult film past 2 am on a weekend. After thirty seconds of watching tiredly, he jolted wide awake, his brain recognizing what it was, and panicking, he punched the up button multiple times on the remote to get off of it.
He threw the remote angrily into the couch and stomped off to bed, he shouldn't of been up anyway!
Those sexual acts between two men on tv that'd seared in his head he'd tried to drown out, but now in this moment, he'd allow them to resurface, as he wanted Kasaya so badly.
And that 'action' it was good. Really fucking good.
Kasaya locked his arms tighter around Bakugo's neck, and he dove his mouth sucking on his lips as well as he could to show him he liked it, that he didn't want him to stop.
Suki's hands were so brilliant.
He found himself bucking, shivering, stunned, somehow his eyes on the sides were going a little white. His thighs started shaking. Kasaya was beginning to 'feel it' growing closer.
"Baby..." Bakugo toughly barked. "Mm." He was reaching his limit.
"Su... Ah god!" The moan out of his own mouth was so girly, it freaked him out a little. "Fu..." He felt a heat inside himself, and it became very overwhelming, the pleasure was there and it was strong. He'd never felt anything like this!
Suki began to suddenly laugh. It was mellow and low, and horribly cute.
He felt so amazing that he couldn't help it! He was completely awed!
His piece was pulsing against the other's, which was also pulsing.
They knew they'd 'go' soon.
"Su... Suki... ah..." Pant. "Ba... Bak..." Head gone. "I... mh."
"Mhm." He teased, licked.
"AH!" His bottom lip dropped.
Bakugo devoured it.
Pulsing.
Suki let out a small gasp, a sexual giggle, and seen fog behind his eyes.
Their bodies shuttered.
Mouths moaned into each other's to contain sound, but Saya pulled his face back, head bobbing, he could not contain the urge and he bit into Bakugo's thick shoulder muscle right as Suki and Saya both seen white behind their eyes.
Those teeth in Suki's flesh spoke of ultimate lust. Like a vampire he'd sunk into him, and damn, it was golden.
Suki didn't let go, just kept rapidly pumping to make it last. Everything was a complete mess. The blonde captured Saya's lips, tasting that metallic liquid.
And soon he let go, and they fell into each other.
Saya had never felt so good.
So that was what it was like?
Oh my god.
Bakugo was panting fiercely.
"Let me heal it." Saya wheezed out, meaning the bite.
"K."
His eyes began to glow white and soft.
Instantly a shallow light was now under the blanket and it illuminated them.
And they both seen each other's faces, their mouths pink with blood, kissed lips swollen, hair and foreheads sweaty, Bakugo's eyes were glazy.
All of this.
Utter wonton they both looked, seduced, and fully satisfied.
Kasaya dove his mouth into the man's lips, and they kissed while Saya lit up his hand and placed it over Bakugo's shoulder, healing it in just a few seconds.
Katsuki's only thought was that it was like he had fallen in love with an angel.
And when darkness came back to them as Saya shut himself, For One's All off, he spoke again. "Y'have two tiny scars." A sound of a smirk. "Sorry."
"I'm not." Bakugo wrapped his arms around him.
Between their legs, a dirty mess.
Suki's hands wrapped on Saya's backside, and they were wet still.
Neither cared.
There was a bathroom attached to this room, just like a lot of the individual rooms, but unlike the large bay room where multiple cots were strung out.
So, they could clean up in the morning before class.
Suki found himself falling into sleep. "D... you... mmpf." He swallowed. "Like it?" He had let Saya have another one of his 'firsts' tonight.
"Yes." Kasaya whisped into his ear.
He knew Suki loved it as well.
As those breaths became steady, he lit his eyes up again with power, just so he could take a last look at him before tomorrow began when they would go on through the day as if not attached.
As they'd both agreed upon.
The sleeping dragon was at bay.
The beast had been a combination of gentle and firm. Course and aggressive; silly and how he'd laughed!
It wasn't a laugh out of comedy, but one out of sighing, extreme pleasure.
Saya touched his face with the back of his hand, stroking his cheek as his slumbered.
He'd fight with him and Izuku Midoriya.
He was sure and certain those words were true.
