So on a scale of one to ten on a level of embarrassment, going Unbreakable when being kissed by a long time crush, sit Kirishima solidly at a 1000.
Bakugo was staring at him in confusion, his brow furrowed and a hand raised to his now bleeding lip. Kirishima felt like he was going to die right then and there, wishing the earth could swallow him whole.
He dropped his quirk at once, reaching back for his partner, panic in his eyes, "Oh shit- Bakugo I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"
"It's fine," Bakugo finally spoke, his voice huskier than Kirishima remembered, and far less explosive than he expected. He hadn't even sworn once yet.
His calculating eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in the buildings and ruins. His dark eyes fell back onto Kirishima, catching him in their hold.
"I'm Bakugo Katsuki," he introduced himself, making Kirishima wonder if perhaps his partner had hit his head when he wasn't looking.
"Bro, I know that. Come on, you're really freaking me out, let's get you to triage," Kirishima approached the calm Bakugo as if he were a feral animal.
His movements seemed to only serve to amuse Bakugo, a wicked smirk flashing over his face that was filled with so much heat, Kirishima thought his skin would boil.
"I'm not the Bakugo Katsuki that you're familiar with," The rough looking man spoke evenly, advancing towards Kirishima fearlessly. His strides were aggressive and familiar, but with a predatory sway that made Kirishima's throat tie in a knot.
"I suspect I'm in the future," he grabbed Kirishima roughly by the back of his neck, almost making him think he'd be dragged back into another kiss. His stomach flopped, Kirishima telling himself that it was totally normal to be this close.
"Spit it out Eijirou, what year is this?" He demanded, as if he expected nothing but his immediate response.
"2-2019." Kirishima managed to stammer out with barely a waver to his voice. He was still extremely confused, unsure what was happening when Bakugo seemed to have everything figured out.
"The far future then," He confirmed and lifted his other hand to frame Kirishima's face. Those deadly hands were shockingly gentle against his face, and Kirishima became quickly aware of the audience that was beginning to gather. People were already beginning to pull out their camera phones.
Bakugo stepped into his space, his body pressing into Kirishima's in a way that made his mouth go dry. His body was hot. So hot and his hands branded into his skin. His bare chest, covered with beaded necklaces and fur lining his shoulders dragged over Kirishima's and sparked through his blood like one of Kaminari's attacks.
He felt something hot pulsing between their bodies, the subtle grind of something hard and thick in Bakugo's pants that pressed into Kirishima. His mind went numb with arousal and heat, Bakugo's lips tracing into his jaw like he did in Kirishima's most sensual dreams.
It took everything in him to grab Bakugo by the shoulder and pull him back by arms length, the man looking faintly confused as he was held at a distance.
"Wow! You're the best and doing totally fine!" Kirishima blurted loudly to the spying cameras, causing Bakugo to frown and give him a worried look.
"Eijiro, why are you talking so loud," He muttered, looking a little concerned and pissed off, "Did you hit your head?"
He reached out to touch Kirishima's forehead, in a gesture that was shockingly tender that under any circumstances would have Kirishima singing in joy. Right now though, with the world watching them on the verge of their first mission as a new agency, this is the sort of thing that could break them forever and stop their progress right in their tracks.
He didn't know what was going on exactly, but he knew Bakugo would never forgive himself for creating a scandal in the first day Zero Riot was open. If Kirishima didn't put a hard stop to this now, they were in deep shit.
"I'm fine but I get the feeling you're not," Kirishima lowered his voice and gripped Bakugo's hand before he could comb his fingers through his hair, "Bakugo please. I'm not sure what's going on, but we have an audience and you're freaking me out."
"Eijiro-," Bakugo rumbled, those clever eyes flashed around them and he slowly lowered his hand. Clearly he was reassessing their surroundings, his skeptical gaze on the camera phones and the odd murmurings people were having about Ground Zero's new hero costume. He seemed to think better of what he was going to say, "Fine. I'll leave this to you. There's clearly something else going on I'm not damn well fully understanding."
Somewhat relieved, Kirishima refused to let go of Bakugo's hand as he waved to the reports and ran off to find one of their heroes. He luckily spotted Jirou not too far away and beelined it to her.
At their approach, and Bakugo's clear state of undress, she pulled herself away from where she had been organizing clearing efforts with Tokoyami.
"Alright, I take it that's not a fashion choice," Jirou muttered and gave Bakugo a severe look. The man looked at her fiercely, his scowl deepening with dislike and his chin raising.
"I'm not commenting on your wardrobe Kyoka," Bakugo snapped at her, ignoring the way both her eyebrows raised behind her bangs.
"Did he just-?"
"Bakugo was hit by the villains quirk and he's acting really strangely. I need to get him out of here before he attracts the wrong sort of attention we need fresh out the gate," Kirishima pleaded with Jirou, who hummed and crossed her arms thoughtfully.
"The alley is clear," Tokoyami spoke up, nodding towards the side alley that Kirishima hadn't noticed previously, "If you two are quick, the press won't even notice you two slipping out. We can give statements on your behalf, but you'll need to give a formal one later."
"Be quick, we can distract the press for you," he added.
"Thanks man, you guys are the best!" Kirishima breathed in relief and grabbed Bakugo's hand, dragging him through the alleyway and out of the line of sight.
"Man they'd have a field day with you if those vultures get their hands on you," He took the shortcut provided and dragged Bakugo further. They practically ran all the way back to their agency, Kirishima shoving a protesting Bakugo into their shared loft.
He slammed the door shut behind them, his chest heaving and internally swearing up a storm.
Kirishima looked across the darkened room to where Bakugo was standing shadowed by the balcony window. He swallowed tight, those red eyes practically sparking in the rising early morning light.
The battle had dragged on much longer than he had originally thought because the sun was much higher in the sky, casting the room in a darker haze.
Kirishima was suddenly pinned down by that fierce, wild gaze. He suddenly remembered the smokey feel of his lips, pliant, perfect and all consuming.
Before he damn near almost ripped his lip off.
"Alright now Eijirou," Bakugo walked towards him, and despite being taller than Bakugo by at least half a foot, he felt like he was being crowded against the door.
"How about that damn talk?" He purred, dropping a hand on the wall next to his head, causing Kirishima's mouth to go very dry.
"Right, so you said you weren't my Bakugo?" Kirishima babbled, his eyes wide as he tried to distract this version of his partner that seemed wholly interested in getting way up in Kirishima's face.
"Yeah," Bakugo grumbled, sliding in closer to Kirishima's neck, "What do I get if I answer your questions?"
"Peace of mind and a sense of justice?" Kirishima tried.
"Boring," Bakugo said lazily.
"Come on dude, help me out, I'm trying to figure this weird situation out," Kirishima choked, not having pegged Bakugo for the teasing type.
Bakugo raised a single, slightly incredulous, eyebrow at him with a look on his face that Kirishima was all too familiar with. The one that asked if he was really serious and subtly questioned the level of his intelligence if he seriously didn't know the answer.
He'd seen it many times over the years. Most often in study sessions.
He flushed under the look, his cheeks burning brightly and he shot his... friend?... friend's counterpart?... whatever this Bakugo was a pout, "Look man, I know this is obvious as hell to you, but I've had a rough day already. We just spent the last three weeks opening our own agency, had a party last night to celebrate, and all of a sudden I'm getting woken up by the Bakugo I know to go fight a villain."
His look turned exasperated, "The next thing I know I'm up to my eyeballs in a fight against a guy who can apparently turn professional heroes into screaming toddlers or switch them around in time and space." He gestured vaguely to Bakugo despite the limited space, "Because seriously, what the fuck? My partner vanishes one second and the next you're standing here and I'm having to do some serious damage control so the media doesn't destroy our chance at having a real agency within the first month. So maybe cut me some slack here?"
"Partner?" Bakugo asked, "Not lover?"
What.
This time Kirishima's blush was from pure mortification, "Uhm, no. We... went into business together. We run the agency together. Shit you're, he's, my best friend. But we're not... um, not that."
Not that he didn't desperately want to be, but that was beside the point! And why was Bakugo even asking about that anyway? The memory of this man's hungry arousal grinding gently into his thigh earlier was enough to make his brain want to short circuit.
He blinked in pure confusion as the Bakugo before him let out a throaty chuckle that was low and rough and somehow promised both danger and thrills and did all kinds of interesting things to his nerves.
"He's been slow then." Bakugo purred, real amusement dancing in his eyes, "Idiot." He reached out to gently curl his fingers around Kirishima's cheek with a tenderness Kirishima had never seen in his friend, "No wonder you're confused my dragon. Was that your first kiss with me earlier?"
Kirishima let out a garbled, and extremely unmanly sound. His ability to form actual words had been destroyed and Bakugo's gaze sharpened with glee.
"It was!" He cooed triumphantly, "Well, well, well... perhaps I should explain things then hm?" He grinned wolfishly, "Or maybe..." He pressed himself full body against Kirishima, "This will explain things better?"
Kirishima barely had time to open his mouth to respond before those lips were on his again. His brain shut down under the pressure, molten heat surging through him as this Bakugo kissed him hungrily, expertly, and with every ounce of passion his friend had ever had in any other part of his life.
It was mind blowing, and his knees buckled as he frantically tried to kiss back, years of want and need and wishful thinking crashing into him.
He prided himself in being pretty damn unmoving, but with a single touch he was sent melting against the door as if he had never been touched before in his life.
And in some ways that was true, any fling he ever had never touched him like this before. No one had awakened such a primal, hunger in Kirishima before. This was dangerous, this would put him on a path he could never recover from- and gods he never wanted to.
Before his brain could process it, Bakugo's lips were pulling away, his hand wrapping tight around his midsection strap and holding him upright, pinned against the door with considerable strength when his knees wobbled.
Kirishima knew he wasn't light, but he also couldn't spare the brainpower to be impressed that Bakugo was keeping him pinned to the back of the door, hot breath inflaming him down to his molten core.
Kirishima was beginning to suspect he might have latent masochistic tendencies, because he was playing with a literal bombshell that was just begging him to pull the pin.
And damn if he didn't like being shoved against a door. It was tough to manhandle Kirishima, so he was impressed, and a little aroused when this version of his partner seemed to manage it so easily.
"I am King Katsuki of the East, tamer of the elements and Breaker of chains," Bakugo growled against his lips and Kirishima couldn't help his soft groan over the feel of that hard, powerful body all over his own.
"And you, Eijirou Kirishima, are mine, in this life and all your others," Bakugo growled, a territorial spark flashing heatedly in his eyes.
"Huh- wha-?"
"Wait, wait now," Kirishima said breathlessly, only to let out an embarrassing noise when Bakugo took advantage of his distraction to sink his teeth gingerly into his neck. His spine bowed off the door and his fingers gripped Bakugo's shoulders, a ragged breath drawing from him.
"Yes?" Bakugo growled, his voice hiding the hint of smugness Kirishima knew was there.
"Th-that literally tells me nothing!" Kirishima squirmed against him, leveraging enough room to push Bakugo away enough to look him in the eye.
Bakugo gave a long suffering sigh, his lower lip jutting out in an expression of adorable frustration, but he obliged without complaint.
"I am the past life of your Bakugo," he spoke with deliberate slowness to annoy Kirishima.
"We've switched places, I don't know how, I suspect it has to do with a bastard on your side," he slid a warm hand along Kirishima's arm, fingers tensing around the corded muscles. Kirishima swallowed, feeling the warmth seeping into his arms as Bakugo worked on inching himself closer.
"Wait," a sudden thought sent ice shooting through his veins, "my Bakugo. He was hurt."
The sudden flash of red in his vision sent a coil of dread rushing through him. He felt nauseous, losing himself to the wish fulfillment of this man who declared all Kirishima's his - when his Bakugo could be bleeding to death in a different place and time.
"He'll be fine," Bakugo assured him. His eyes flashed challenging to Kirishima, "he is with Eijirou. Unless you think your Bakugo is too weak to survive a simple injury?"
Any insult to his Bakugo was apparently one this one would also take personally.
"No, he's scary strong, I just-" Want to be sure…
Bakugo snorted dismissively and rummaged into a pouch at his waist before pulling out a pale green stone, "It's a healing stone." He explained before Kirishima could ask, and tucked it back away, "It does what the name implies and heals. Eijirou will have one as well. I mandated everyone in my army possess one for emergencies."
That was such a Bakugo thing to do that Kirishima nearly cried in relief. Alright, if his past self had one of those things then yeah his Bakugo would be fine. Because he knew there was no way in hell he'd let Bakugo stay wounded when he could do something about it.
"Any chance you know how to make those and could teach me?" He asked only half-jokingly, a broad grin spreading over his face.
"I might." Bakugo smirked dangerously, "If you make it worth my while."
"Wha-?" Kirishima started only to gasp as Bakugo sensuously slid his thigh between his legs and pressed.
Oh yeah. He'd forgotten about that for a second.
Bakugo smirked at him and slid a hand between them to palm him roughly, "Exactly." He purred into Kirishima's ear before promptly sucking the lobe between his teeth, and Kirishima's brain short-circuited again.
"A-Are you su-sure?" Kirishima trembled, his body practically howling with delight over the touches. Over the easy and comfortable way Bakugo touched him, like there was no one else he would rather be caressing.
"Of course I am," Bakugo growled with total confidence, greedily exploring Kirishima's chest, "We're connected you and I. I've always been yours. You've always been mine, no matter the version. Remember I will always fucking love you Shitty Hair."
It was like molten lava followed Bakugo's hands wherever he touched, and Kirishima was helpless before the onslaught. In seconds Bakugo's clever fingers had undone his pants and slipped inside to wrap tightly around him in a way that had him seeing stars. In the very distant part of himself that could still think, he wondered just how often he'd done this with Bakugo in the past if the one before him now knew how to do that.
He wondered vaguely if it was wrong to live out his fantasies on this Bakugo, but almost immediately dismissed the idea. Despite obviously being in a relationship, this Bakugo had made it clear he wanted all versions of him, and fuck if that didn't turn him on in all kinds of ways.
"Fuck Baku..." He groaned as the blond leaned forward and latched his lips onto his neck, "You know we've never... together..." He panted harshly as Bakugo's thumb twisted over his head and pressed firmly, "Gods don't stop!"
Right, wrong, or indifferent he couldn't deny this. Not when Bakugo had his hand down his pants and seemed determined to drive him insane. Not when he'd dreamed of this exact scenario hundreds of times before.
He thrust sharply into Bakugo's hand, a desperate whine building in the back of his throat. One that Bakugo answered with a feral growl that had him thumping his head back against the door.
"Katsuki," his growling voice rumbled in Kirishima's ear, as if he were demanding his very soul, "I've got my hand down your pants and wrapped around your dick. You better call me by my name Eijirou."
He couldn't even pretend to smother the strangled cry that tore from his throat at Katsuki's command. Heavy pants tore through him and he eagerly yanked Katsuki towards him by the thick leather belt around his waist.
With a little less grace than Katsuki had shown, Kirishima fumbled his way into his pants, swallowing up the soft, lusty moan that followed. Katsuki's lips aggressively followed his, tongue gliding along the seam of his lips and coaxing against Kirishima's. It was so hot between them, and Kirishima was growing lightheaded against the assault to his senses.
Katsuki was too good and Kirishima could hardly keep up as he stroked him, mind growing fuzzy around the edges.
His edge was rushing up to him like white behind his eyes, Katsuki's soft grunts of pleasure disappearing into Kirishima's neck. He was rewarded by the heavy rocking of his lover's hips grinding into his palm, but even with as he was, there was no way Kirishima would be able to get him off before he lost his mind.
Katsuki's hand snapped around his hero mask, unclasping the pieces and tossing it to the floor with a loud clatter that went ignored. Without that barrier, he came after Kirishima with somehow even more aggression.
He whimpered under Katsuki's onslaught, utterly baffled by how well he seemed to know precisely where to touch to send him into pieces. This wasn't fair. This was playing the game with cheat codes and Kirishima did not know how to keep up.
Except it was really hard to complain when Katsuki was dragging blunt teeth over his throat, biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder and chipping away at his impenetrable defense.
"Kat-Katsuki, wait- I'm gonna-!" His eyes snapped open with alarm, ragged pants and desperation tearing through him. It was embarrassing and needy sounding, but he couldn't contain them.
His moans were cut off, hips bucking into that burning palm with aching desperation. Katsuki's grip turned rough and feverish, flashing white spots behind his eyes. It was as if he was determined to make Kirishima cum in his pants like a teenager. Then he shifted enough, causing Kirishima to lose grip on his hot length, only for those clever teeth to sink right into one of his pecs, right around one of Kirishima's nipples.
He let out a loud grunt of Katsuki's name, white spots exploding in his vision. His moans and cries were swallowed up by Katsuki's greedy mouth, his knees turning into jelly as he sagged against the door.
"Mm," Katsuki watched the satiated Kirishima as if he were something to devour. Those eyes on him made it impossible for Katsuki to be ignored, "Rest now Eijirou, you're tired."
Kirishima blinked sleepily at the order and frowned slightly as he made an abortive attempt to pull him closer, but all of his usual strength had been sapped away by the mind-blowing pleasure still thrumming through him, "But... you..."
Katsuki snorted and pressed a kiss to his temple, "Don't be stupid." He huffed, "I got plenty of pleasure watching you."
Kirishima decided he couldn't argue with that, and he didn't really have the energy to anyway, so he nodded and squinted towards his bedroom door. He wasn't entirely sure his legs would support him for the trip to his bed, but he sure as hell wasn't going to sleep here. And the sofa was right out.
He sort of wanted Katsuki to come with him, and that wasn't going to happen except in bed.
He pulled himself upright, reminding himself firmly that he was a pro hero and had done far more difficult things than walk twenty feet to his bedroom after mindblowing sex.
Katsuki watched him in amusement for a moment before a strong arm wrapped itself around his waist, "Idiot." The king grumbled fondly, "You've been pushing yourself too hard if you're this worn out after a little play like that. You're lucky I didn't try to take you where you stood."
"Been a hard three weeks." Kirishima mumbled tiredly as Katsuki helped guide him to his bedroom, "Whole hero community went nuts over our agency when they heard."
"Oh?" Katsuki asked with interest, "Is it unusual for you to have an agency?"
Kirishima laughed and shook his head, "Nah. That's normal. We're different 'cause we're making pro hero teams. No one else works together officially. Everyone's too busy fighting to be number one to do it." He shook his head a little, "But you figured out we couldn't work like that. Not really. Was really genius of you..."
He sighed in bliss as he fell face first into bed, his arms wrapping around his pillow, and his eyes sliding shut. He opened them again as he felt a tug on one of his feet and looked up to see Katsuki tugging pointedly on one of his boots.
He flushed a bit and managed to drag himself upright enough to get them off, and in his half asleep state forgot he'd never actually been fully naked in front of Katsuki and promptly stripped the rest of the way. He was too eager to feel soft sheets without all the itch and dirt from the fight in his clothes. Hell, if he'd been awake enough he would've gotten a shower on top of it.
As it was he flopped back down as soon as he was naked and sank eagerly back into the softness.
He almost didn't notice Katsuki joining him until a weight joined him on the other side of the bed and a warm arm pulled him close.
-::-
Kirishima awoke with a start, the sun beginning to set low in the sky. He groaned, limbs creaking as he registered his surroundings. He had a relaxed feeling to his muscles, telling him he had just gotten some kind of laid. A warm arm was draped along his waist, lean, powerful, and shockingly familiar.
The events of earlier in the day raced back to his mind and he slapped a palm straight against his forehead, moaning over the absolute shit storm he had gotten into.
Katsuki laid in bed with him, his expression smoothed out from all lines of frustration and anger. His cloak was spread out against Kirishima instead of his blankets, but considering they were sprawled out on top of them it was probably for the best.
Katsuki's face was buried in the back of his neck, warm breath steady and slow against the skin. Slowly he shifted more to gain a better vantage point.
Katsuki really was beautiful. Kirishima's heart throbbed with longing, taking a moment to steal his fingers through thick, sun blond hair to memorize it's texture.
What he wouldn't give for his Bakugo to feel the same as this one. But Bakugo had never so much made any indication he was interested in a relationship, much less Kirishima.
So this moment, this memory. Kirishima would treasure it.
He took stock of his body, and frankly was shocked at how he had fallen asleep in such a state. Dirty, dusty, covered in soot, ash, and now his own bodily fluids dried to the top of his thighs and belly.
He needed a shower now. He needed six showers now.
Picking his way over the slumbering Katsuki, he slipped out of the room and to the bathroom. He hoped the man would stay asleep long enough to stay out of trouble, but knowing any version of Bakugo, that likely wasn't possible.
Still, he ran the shower to its hottest setting, hoping it would chase away the last of his exhaustion. He raced through his routine, washing the two-day gel from his hair along with the rest of his grievances.
He quickly jumped out of the shower and dried off in a hurry, tying the towel around his waist and heading back to his room. Katsuki, as expected, was not there.
Groaning softly to himself, Kirishima sighed and decided to go track down his errant roommate, lover, whatever. Thankfully, the man hadn't gone very far in that he was still in the apartment. Unfortunately, he'd gone straight for Bakugo's room.
"What is this?" Katsuki asked as he poked at one of Bakugo's spare costumes.
"Baku's hero costume." Kirishima answered without a fight. He already knew there was absolutely no way he was going to get Katsuki out of there, so instead he might as well indulge the other man his curiosity about his other self. Hell it might even be fun.
He grinned a bit at Katsuki's slightly incredulous look, "Hey don't look at me man, Baku's the one who came up with it. It's pretty ingenious though considering his quirk."
"Quirk?"
"Right... you don't know about that." Kirishima ran a hand through his hair, "Okay, quirks. You see a couple of centuries ago there was this baby born..."
It was a little surreal being the one teaching for a change, but Katsuki was an attentive learner if nothing else. It reminded him vividly of how Bakugo had been in class, and it didn't take long for him to relax a little as he explained the world he lived in to the barbarian king and what it meant to be a pro hero. Though some of the questions hit a little sharply on memories from their school days, a fact Katsuki didn't miss and was quick to probe further on. Though there was a care in it that had Kirishima's chest tightening as he spoke softly about Kamino Ward and All Might and the League of Villains.
"So... yeah." He exhaled softly once he was finished, "That's pretty much everything. After we graduated I went to sidekick for Fatgum while Bakugo went to Best Jeanist." He shrugged a little, "We kept in touch after that. I mean, we're still best friends, but it was hard finding time to hang out with everything that's been going on." He smiled fondly, "At least it was until we started this place up."
"And you aim to be number one with it."
It was a statement, not a question, and Kirishima just had to laugh at it, "That's the goal." He agreed, "I'm not really interested in number one myself. I wanna be top ranked, don't get me wrong, but with my quirk I make a better shield than sword and people tend to prefer the flashy quirks."
He shrugged a little at Katsuki's darkening expression, "Don't get upset about it. I'm happy like this. I got into being a hero so I'd never feel helpless again. So I could make sure those who are get protected. Not so I could stand at the top. And if I can help my best friend achieve his dream along the way then why would I have any regrets?"
"Because you are not just another helping hand Eijirou," Katsuki's eyes flashed with a flare of warning. Like that explosive anger he had always been known for was bubbling up just under the surface about to spill out, "You are not a stepping stone to your Bakugo."
He advanced towards Kirishima, his hand jerking out to cradle his jaw, pinching a little tight as he dragged his head down and forward to meet his furious eyes.
His touch though, remained shockingly gentle despite the rough treatment.
"You are a top hero. And if I am striving for number one, then you will be striving for a spot to stand next to me," his voice brooked very little argument, burning in his intensity.
"Flashy quirk or not, neither I, nor the self of this time will accept anything less of you," Katsuki rumbled, and dragged Kirishima into a slightly punishing kiss. His blunt teeth worked into his lower lip, making Kirishima gasp and blush furiously.
When Katsuki released him, a slight shove to his push and a challenge in his eyes, Kirishima panted for breath and rub his mouth.
"Damn Katsuki, that was pretty manly," he grunted, feeling utterly dazed.
"Obviously," Katsuki replied, turning his back to Kirishima, a sharp smirk slashing across his face for a brief moment before it was blocked from his greedy eyes.
Kirishima's stomach flopped as Katsuki walked to Bakugo's organized desk and began to rifle through his plans and papers.
He fell into silence as he watched Katsuki review Bakugo's agency plans with grunted approvals or scoffing reprimands. They were going to have a lot of work cut out for them, and Kirishima sighed as he watched Katsuki search for a quill to write down notes for Bakugo until he fetched him a pen.
A long day indeed.
See you guys on Friday for your update! Thanks to everyone who is reading!
