for it's something that we lost

by TheGraveyardChild

Katsuki's life had taken a drastically different turn than Izuku's. He'd moved away two years after graduation, got hitched, and had a happy little life. Or so everyone thought. For the first time in five years, Katsuki was moving back home. But he wasn't bringing his wife with him. Only the golden ray of sassy sunshine that was his three and a half year-old daughter, Etsuki.

2. Chapter 2 - Fireball

Two chapters in, and I'm already over a third of the length of my first BakuDeku fic (this one is DekuBaku, obvi. But). Shiiit. I'm having so much fun with this!

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Please keep those comments rolling! I really hope you like this chapter!

{OH! And. Let's just say wherever Katsuki and Fireball are involved, fun things happen ;)}

Katsuki

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"I can't believe you're fuckin' making me do this," Katsuki snarled as he tossed back his second shot of fireball.

"Well, now you're just being melodramatic," Camie said with a huff as she dug through the bag of clothes that he'd brought with him to her apartment.

The pair of them sat in her bedroom pregaming for what he knew would inevitably be either the most irritating or most boring night of his life. He did not want to go to this fucking class reunion, but because Camie had gotten an invite, he was being forced to go. And by that, she'd literally called up his mother to get her to take Etsuki for the night. And because his mother was an everloving cunt, she'd accepted. She'd come over and scooped up his only excuse for staying home. How was he supposed to tell those chubby cheeks of Etsuki's that she couldn't just go to grandma's for a sleepover? He couldn't.

So here he was, preparing to suffer through his Friday night. As Camie dug through his bag of clothes looking for something passable to dress in him, he shot death glares at her.

"Fuckin' manipulative bitch," he grumbled. "Just tryin' to ruin my life."

"You've got nothing to do tonight anyway," she said with a shrug.

"I was supposed to practice ballet with Etsuki, but that shit ain't happening now."

"You? Ballet? Pfft!" Camie snorted out the most unladylike laugh, which, in turn, caused Katsuki to scowl yet again.

"I'd rather be sitting in a fuckin' tutu with Etsuki practicing ballet than getting shit-faced at some boring ass reuinion."

"I'd honestly pay good money to see that," Camie said, her brows shooting up her forehead. "You in a tutu? Chef's kiss right there."

"Like hell you'll ever fuckin' see shit," he snarled.

He was half tempted to whip his shot glass at her, but he thought better of it. What if he wanted more fireball to get him through this evening? He doubted Camie would give him the luxury of a second shot glass. She'd probably make him swig from the bottle like some uncultured heathen, and yeah. Fuck that shit.

"Oh, I don't know, Bakubabe," she said with a shrug as she turned to one of the many mirrors hung around her apartment.

By now, Katsuki knew the telltale signs of Camie's quirk activating. Smoke surrounded her for a few short moments, and when it cleared, Katsuki was looking back at himself. He blinked once, twice, three times. His double mimicked the action. Fucking strange to be looking back at himself. Sure, he looked in the mirror just about everyday, but there was something different about looking at the illusion in front of him. It was weird to see all of the skin details that his brain didn't exactly process when looking in the mirror. Katsuki let his eyes rove over the rest of it before he focused on what exactly his double was wearing.

A bright, neon pink tutu, booty shorts, and a skin-tight tank top.

"Camie! What the fuck!" he roared.

"I don't know, babes," she said, looking at her illusioned ass - which was really his ass - in her mirror. "I think this is a pretty good look for you if I do say so myself."

He snorted. "Who the fuck is gonna want to see that shit?" he asked, pouring himself another shot of whiskey. "I don't wanna fuckin' see it! Change back!"

Camie groaned and with a puff of smoke, changed back to her normal self. Katsuki tossed back the shot. "I don't know. I'm sure Midoriya would want to see you like that."

And the shot that was supposed to be going down his throat effectively went into his fucking lungs. Katsuki doubled over and coughs wracked through his chest. It was bad enough that it was whiskey that had managed to go down the wrong pipe. But the fact that it was fireball made it all that much worse. He struggled to catch his breath, and all the while, Camie giggled at him. He glared daggers at her through watery eyes as he forced air into his lungs.

"You're fucking dead to me," he snarled as soon as he was able to formulate words once more.

"Awh, c'mon, babe! You know you want to tap that ass! Just about everyone does," she said dreamily as she plopped down beside him on her bed where he sat. She leaned her head on his shoulder and hummed lightly. "He's got such a great ass and thighs. I'd pound it if I had a dick. Wonder if he'd take a strap-on."

The utter vulgarity of her words had him sputtering, blushing, and finally, shoving her off of the bed. How the fuck could she just talk about fucking Deku like that? Why would she want to fuck the nerd? She was gay! Sure, he had thighs for days, and his hero suit hugged his ass in the most delicious way. Sure, his body was in perfect, chiselled shape in order to maintain use of One for All. And sure, the way his freckles muttered his skin looked like constellations, but that didn't mean he wanted to fuck Deku. Actually, that was exactly what he wanted. Fucking shit. He wanted to fuck the nerd. Better yet. He wanted the nerd to fuck him.

Plenty of exploration throughout his time at UA had led he to discover his preferences when it came to sex. With women, he preferred to top. It was just how he liked it. He didn't want to have a strap-on shoved up his ass. It just wasn't the same as skin on skin. It didn't have the same fluidity or comfort. But when it came to men, well, it was the exact opposite. He couldn't help but think of how it would feel to be beneath Deku. Straddling his tone waist, riding his fat-

Fucking no. He was currently making a beeline straight into dangerous territory once again, and considering the person who was seated on the floor laughing at his flushed face, it was not a territory he'd be venturing into. Camie was too damn nosey for her own good. If she figure out that he gladly ride Deku if the situation present itself then-

"Let me guess," she said, leaning her arms on her bed. She smiled up at him from her position on the floor. Her smile was downright fucking devious. "You're either having some existential, jealous crisis because you want to be the one to fuck Midoriya or you're thinking of getting pegged by him yourself."

Well, she just hit the final nail into his coffin. He was thoroughly deceased. He wasn't going to be able to go on living. Not when she could read him so easily. It didn't help that she'd been there after the first time he fucked a guy in his third year. It also didn't help that she was the one to give him advice on how to get fucked by said guy. She'd been there for those embarrassing conversations, and knowing Camie, she'd never let him forget who knew him better than anyone else.

So, instead of granting her statement with a response, he scowled at her harshly. Denial was probably his best option here. If he didn't say a word, she couldn't implicate him in anything. But then again, this was fucking Camie. She would find a way to get the information out of him one way or another.

And sure, he'd love to get dicked down by someone who could put power behind their fucking. But with a person like Deku came feelings, and right now, Katsuki wasn't capable of feelings. He was fucking bad at feelings while the green bean was chock fucking full of them. It was a bad mix. One of them was bound to get hurt simply by existing near one another. If his first week at the agency hadn't been telling enough, he didn't know how else to put it. He and Deku couldn't communicate the way they needed to. Not with Katsuki's emotionally constipated ass.

Besides, he wasn't even sure they could work out. He knew Deku had gotten with some douche from Shiketsu a year or two ago. He'd seen plenty of headlines at the newsstands spewing that garbage. He knew when they broke up for the same reason. He knew Deku was interested in men. That much was obvious. But beyond that, he was utterly clueless. Where the issue lay was his interest in Katsuki. Sure, the greenette had been utterly infatuated with him when they were kids and all the way through UA. But it was a different kind of infatuation. Deku admired Katsuki as a hero. He doubted there were any romantic feelings there at all - not that Katsuki wanted them. And besides. Katsuki had left. He'd left their hometown and gone radio silent for five years. It wasn't possible for Deku to have any sort of emotion toward him.

And above all else, Katsuki had to admit that he was afraid - which was something he never felt because fear was for weak ass bitches. He was afraid of what letting someone in would do to not only him but his family. It wasn't just him anymore. He had a kid. He had this little hell spawn back at home. Etsuki had been inserted into his life, and there wasn't a thing he would do to change it. And sure, growing up he'd never wanted kids, but there was a difference in talking about having one of your own and actually having that little, innocent bundle in your arms for the first time. The day she was born was the happiest day of his life, as cliché as it sounds. She'd looked up at him with that brilliant, shining eyes of hers, and in that moment, he just knew he'd do anything in the world to protect. She was his everything, and before her, he didn't think he could love a person so unconditionally and without hesitation. Could he really risk inserting someone else into that mix just because of his needs? He couldn't. Not when it meant Etsuki getting attached to a person yet again. Not with the underlying risk of them eventually leaving her behind. How could he put her through that emotional torment?

He heaved out a sigh, and diverted his gaze. "Look, Camie," he said. "No matter what my dick wants, you know I can't. I have to think of Etsuki."

And of course, most of that sentence went in one ear and out the other.

"You so totally want that dick!" she crowed, rolling onto her back and throwing her fists into the air. Small giggles of excitement fluttered up from her. "I knew it! You two would totally have some fantastic fucking sex. If only I weren't gay and you'd do a threesome. I'd be in heaven."

The word threesome caused a shudder of horror to run down his spine. As much as he cared for her, that was one boundary that he just refused to cross. He might have been attracted to her way back when they first met after their provisional licensing days and then again after their joint training with Shiketsu, but he'd been quick to realize that she was more of a sister to him than anything. And with people who were like family, there were certain lines that had to stay firm.

"You know that's not the point," he groused, glaring down at her and her silliness. He made a point to ignore her threesome comment.

Camie immediately sobered at his words. She hummed in contemplative thought. "I know, but how long is it going to be like that, babes?" she asked softly. "It's been two years since you left her."

He scowled. "As long as I need to make sure that shit won't happen again."

"So. What you're saying is you're gonna be a celibate for as long as it takes?"

Katsuki nodded curtly. "Hell the fuck yeah. I can handle life without sex. I've gone this long, haven't I?"

But everytime the thought of Deku's freckled skin and ass came into his mind's eye, his faith in himself lessened. He'd have to fix that.

---

Katsuki didn't understand why the fuck he was doing this. A class reunion? Full of people who didn't give a damn about him or the fact that he was there? Who would only talk to him because of his status as the number four hero? That had to be some of the dumbest shit he'd ever heard. He was the type of person who wouldn't be caught dead at that lame ass shit. He'd be the one skipping it to ensure that the city was safe. Considering half of his class was at least in the top fifty, having them all off-duty on the same night was just asking for villains to strike. As their designated time to leave drew nearer, he'd fought Camie tooth and nail about going, stating specifically that as the number four hero of Japan, he should be out there protecting the public. But she'd said Icy Hot could manage it since he'd opted out of going. Nothing he said worked to get him a pass on this dumb event. She'd still managed to get him dressed in those damn tight dress pants and black button down shirt. She'd at least allowed him to keep the gold chain that held a tiny gold ring that he'd gotten Etsuki when she was born. It was hidden just out of sight beneath the collar of his shirt. But in return, Camie had demanded that he wear a light layer of eyeliner around his eyes. She said they'd make his eyes pop or some shit. He'd agreed only to get her to stop whining about it. But when she'd tried to string a tie around his neck, he'd given a firm fuck no. He'd gone through three years of that at UA. He wasn't gonna deal with that shit tonight, too.

They now sat in the back of a cab on their way into the city. The venue for the reunion wasn't at UA itself. It was at some fancy fucking hotel in the heart of the city that his former classmates had apparently paid a fortune to rent out. He'd heard there was a pretty steep security deposit, too. He couldn't blame the hotel exactly. He knew the reputation that his class had garnered back when they were in school. Any establishment would be hesitant to host the whole lot of them without some fail safes in place.

"Do you think Yaoyorozu will be there?" Camie suddenly asked. Her voice was quiet and slightly hesitant. She sounded unsure.

Katsuki glanced at her. She'd cleaned up pretty nice, not that he'd ever admit that to her. She was clad in a skin-tight black dress that went down to her knees. It was a little long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder number that cut her cleavage low. His mother had actually designed it back when he was a kid. The way that Camie made the dated dress look relevant again had made his mother's heart soar. Aside from the dress, Camie had curled her hair and pinned bits and pieces back away from her face to show off the extensive makeup she'd done. The bluish glow of the nighttime city lights reflected off of her shimmering cheeks making her look rather ethereal.

And based on her question, there had to be a reason she'd put so much effort into her appearance. Camie had a damn crush.

"She and Specs were probably the two to plan this shit. They were class reps all three years at UA," he said.

"I wonder if she'd talk to me," Camie mused, her gaze still focused out of the window.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I don't fucking know. Probably? Don't drag me into your bullshit," he snapped. "You know I'm the worst person to ask for advice about this bullshit."

Camie groaned in protest. "We're supposed to be one another's wingman!"

"I don't need a goddamn wingman. I'm not trying to get laid," he said.

That elicited an eye roll from the blonde woman beside him. She opened her lips to speak, but he never got to hear what she was going to say because the cab pulled up to the venue for the reunion. He shouldn't have been surprised to see so much press outside, but he was. How did they even find out about something like this? It wasn't as if Four Eyes and Ponytail had put this out over social media or anything. They'd all received individual text messages, and in his case, emails as none of those extras had his personal number. So how the fuck did this bullshit happen.

"I'm not going out there," he said. "I'm not getting caught dead walking into some lame ass reun-"

As soon as the words were leaving his lips, he saw a flash of green and a brilliant smile. Fucking Deku. Katsuki didn't know why he was surprised. It was typical for the damn nerd to show up to shit like this. And apparently, if Deku was there, Katsuki was going to throw the balls to the walls and think with his dick. And dick wanted him to get out there and talk to Deku.

He opened the door of the cab and slid out of the back seat with a sort of grace that only came with having fashion designers for parents. He then leaned back into the car to help Camie out. The broad was wearing the kind of tall ass heels that would cause her to snap her neck if she wasn't careful. As soon as he got her out and turned toward the entrance of the venue, he was immediately met with the flashes of cameras. He bit back the deep groan that threatened to rise out of him. The paparazzi were fucking leeches. They'd do anything for a good scoop. And surely, they'd try to spin some story that because he and Camie had arrived together and he had gone out of his way to help her, they were in some sort of relationship. Joke was on them. She was gayer than the rainbow.

On top of the paparazzi swarm, Deku was gone. He already disappeared into the crowd of his former classmates from both the hero courses, support courses, management courses, and finally general studies. It was a large group all things considered, and he already knew he'd have a headache by the end of it. He took a deep breath and walked through the doors with Camie on his arm.

The venue was a hotel, one that he hadn't booked a room in because he didn't intend on staying the night. Camie, on the other hand, had and had told him he could crash with her if the need arose. It wouldn't. He wouldn't let it. The hotel staff directed the flow of people into one of the many ballrooms that this massive joint had. Once inside, he was lost to the sea of people.

"Fuck this shit," he muttered under his breath, subconsciously pulling Camie closer. "This is gonna be fucking brutal. What time was this shit over?"

"Midnight," Camie replied. "You can last three measly hours, can't you?"

"Yeah. If I've got you and a stiff drink to keep me from blasting these fuckwads in the face," he said.

Camie laughed at that, a smile stretching onto her lips. "You'll be fine! I'm not going- Oh! Is that Shindo?"

Before he could stop her, Camie was slipping away from him and melding right into the crowd. Apparently, she'd spotted some shitty extra from Shiketsu. He snorted. What else did he expect of the fucking twat that was his best friend? What a great wingman she was. Not that he needed her as his wingman. He didn't need a wingman at all. He was going to be just fucking peachy without her.

With a heavy sigh, Katsuki waded through the crowd, making a beeline for the bar. If Camie was gone, he was going to need double the alcohol as a replacement. Sure, he'd had plenty of shots of fireball at Camie's. He'd gotten a pretty damn good buzz before getting into that cab, and that was all fine and dandy. But that didn't even touch the surface of what he'd need if he was going to survive this night. Cause, fuck, if he had to deal with former classmates, especially the former class A of his year, then he'd never make it out tonight without decking someone - specifically that little purple nutsack perv - in the fucking face. Unfortunately, he didn't even make it to the bar when a set of arms scooped him up into a crushing hug.

"Bakubro!" Kirishima Eijiro cried as he pulled Katsuki tightly into his grasp. "I heard you were back, but I haven't seen heads or tails of you since we came up last summer!"

"Eij! Share," Kaminari Denki called.

Katsuki felt a second pair of arms wrap around him. Yeah. That was fucking enough. He didn't do hugs, especially not from these two fully grown dumbasses he dared to call his friends.

"Shitty Hair! Pikachu!" he roared, drawing several eyes from the crowd around them. A quick death glare in the onlookers' directions sent their gazes elsewhere. "Get the fuck off of me!"

"But we missed you!" Kaminari howled, pulling him in closer.

Katsuki let out a low growl. It didn't phase either of the two idiots. "I didn't miss your dumb asses!"

"Awh! Don't be like that, Bakugou!" Kirishima moaned - right into Katsuki's poor, unassuming ear. "That's so unmanly!"

"What's unmanly is the fucking audacity to stop me from getting a damn drink, Shitty Hair!"

"We should drink together!" Kaminari said as he released Katsuki from part of the hug. Kirishima still held on firm. "C'mon! That's such a great idea. It's been so long since we've all drank together."

"No-" he started.

"Right! The last time we came in, Bakubro said we couldn't 'cause he had to be sober for Baby Bakubro," the red head recalled.

"I couldn't trust you two dipshits to take care of her while she cried!" he snapped.

"And that's all fine. But since she's not here-" Kaminari said.

"We should totally take advantage of the night," Kirishima finished.

With a huff of breath, Katsuki managed to separate himself from Kirishima's hold on him. Once free, he ran his hands over his clothes in some vain attempt to straighten them. Camie hadn't spent two hours dressing him for nothing. These two extras wouldn't fuck it up yet. He crossed his arms before he leveled a glare at the double threat in front of him.

"If you're gonna tag the fuck along, do it without being irritating fucks," he bit out. "Sit the fuck down and drink."

Kirishima and Kaminari shrugged their shoulders, but began heading toward the bar. He followed suit and slid into one of the seats. The bartender stopped in front of their little trio and nodded at them.

"What can I get you guys?" he asked.

"I'll take Malibu and orange juice," Kaminari said.

"Cranberry and vodka," Kirishima said.

His red eyes shifted to the two men her dared called his friend, his eyes wide with judgement and incredulity.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said in a deadpan.

In return, Shitty Hair quirked a brow at him. "What?"

"That's what you're ordering?"

"I mean, yeah," Kaminari replied. "It tastes good."

"Fucking weak as bitches," Katsuki said toward the other two. "Get a real fucking drink."

Kaminari's expression twisted into something pitiful. "It is a real drink."

"Uh huh. Sure it is. Frilly and fruity is what it is," he said, turning back to the bartender. "Fireball on the rocks."

"I don't know how you drink that shit, man," Kirishima said.

"Fireball is good for the soul," Katsuki said with a smirk.

"Yeah, if you're an angry blond who makes explosions for a living," Kaminari added. "And that doesn't exactly explain myself or Eijirou."

"I don't know, man. I think it's gross. I don't want cinnamon in my liquor," the red concluded.

Katsuki shrugged his shoulders and snatched up the glass the bartender slid across the counter to him. "Like I said. You're just a bunch of weak fucks."

He took a sip and fell into the conversation that these two provided with relative ease. Just like it had been back at UA - you know, after he berated them for bothering him. And just like that, all thoughts of Deku had completely left his mind.

---

"You're one Dynamight guy," Kaminari said with an over pronounced snicker.

If the fiery blond didn't want to strangle his two friends now, he definitely wanted to strangle them now. Because what the actual fuck was that fucking punchline? Did these two idiots not know how to tell a goddamn joke?

He'd been sitting at the bar with Kirishima and Kaminari for well over an hour now, shooting random stories and jokes back at one another. So far, they'd avoided all of the hard conversations. They hadn't asked why he'd finally come home to Musutafu, and he hadn't willingly brought it up, either. He figured in some way, they both knew. They'd met Etsuki's mother before. They knew how she was. He didn't need to explain it to them.

"Is that seriously the best that you've got?" he asked, his lips resting against the rim of his whiskey glass. He'd long since left his buzzed state behind and was well on his way toward being piss drunk. "Cause I've only heard that one a thousand times, Sparky."

Kaminari groaned and allowed his head to flop down onto the stick bar without any qualms. Beside him, Kirishima cringed.

"I seriously thought I was the one to come up with that!" Kaminari lamented. The electric blond was the furthest gone of them all. And that was off of his two glasses of malibu and orange juice. Fuckin' lightweight.

"Nah, bro. Mina pulled that as soon as he announced his official hero name," Kirishima mused. "That's been floating around for years."

"How could you let me tell it then!"

Katsuki snorted and knocked back the rest of his glass before slamming it down on the counter with just a bit too much force.

"We're not responsible for your dumbass choices, Pikachu," he said with a smirk.

"Ohmygod! Bakubabe! There you are!" Camie suddenly said, sliding into the gap between his and Kirishima's chairs. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"What the fuck do you mean?" he snapped. "You ditched me."

Camie blew a raspberry. "That's semantics!"

"We're talking about actions here. Not fucking words."

She flippantly waved a hand in his face. "Not the point. C'mon I have to-"

Suddenly she stopped in mid-sentence as her bright eyes landed on the two dunceheads that sat with him. Camie blinked owlishly at Kirishima and Kaminari as if realizing for the first time that they were actually there. Then, a devilish smirk spread onto her lips. As soon as he saw it, Katsuki knew he was fucked.

"Guys. I got Momo to make stripper poles!" she said, her excitement plaguing her voice.

Dread pooled in Katsuki. Fucking stripper poles? At a goddamn class reunion? What kind of shit was Camie playing at? That was the worst idea on the planet. Who would get drunk enough to actually fucking get onto a damn pole.

Well, evidently, she was playing at the desires of a thoroughly intoxicated and stupid as fuck Kaminari Denki because the electric blond immediately shot out of his seat. He grabbed hold of both his and Kirishima's wrists and began to pull - albeit weakly - at them.

"C'mon guys! We-" grunt "have-" grunt "to-" grunt "GO!"

"Absolutely fucking not, Sparky," he snapped with a firm shake of his head.

"Awh, Bakubabe," Camie pleaded. And even though he had no idea what she was thinking, he just knew she was going to throw some more manipulative shit his way. "I heard Midoriya was going to give it a go!"

"You sneaky fucking bitc-"

"Midoriya?" Kirishima asked.

"Yeah! Bakubabe wants to-" Camie started, but Katsuki was two steps ahead of her. He smacked his hand down over her mouth firmly, shooting her a glare. Kirishima looked at the pair of them with confusion while Kaminari was already halfway across the room heading toward the aforementioned poles.

"I want to make fun of Dekus's dumb fucking ass for trying something he's gonna suck at," he interjected, his eyes narrowed at Camie. He felt her smile beneath his hand before she swiped her tongue across his palm. He snatched his hand back and rubbed it on the leg of his pants.

"You fucking nasty ass bitch!" he roared in disgust.

He made a move to snatch at her, to inflict some sort of retaliation, but Camie was already running across the ballroom, her bare feet - where had her shoes gone? - slapping against the floor. Katsuki, abandoning his half-empty class on the counter, sprinted after her. He didn't give a damn who he slammed into in his pursuit for the hysterically laughing blonde woman. Nope. He was seeing red, and he was definitely out for blood.

"Camie!" he roared. "Get the fuck back here!"

She obviously didn't listen. Why would she when she knew he was going to bring hell's fury down on her? He hadn't exactly expected her to. That would have been wishful thinking. But then again, he should have figured that him following her was exactly what she would have wanted. Because as soon as he finally caught up with her, he had come face to face with the stripper poles. There were five of them in total lined up on the small stage in the ballroom. How Yaoyorozu had gotten them to stand firm was beyond his drunk mind's ability to comprehend. Nope. Not happening. Especially not with the sight in front of him.

His jaw dropped because what the actual fuck? Pro heroes. Five of them. And all five of them people that he knew. Well. Very well. Fucking embarrassing ass idiots. He should have figured that it would only be professional heroes up there. He honestly shouldn't have been surprised, but low and behold, he was.

Kaminari was already on the stage, taking up the furthest left pole. Somehow, in the sixty seconds he'd been separated from himself and Kirishima, he'd managed to strip out of the button down shirt that he was wearing. He already had his limbs wrapped around the slender metal and was attempting to do those skilled maneuvers that skilled dancers knew how to do. His actions were sloppy at best. And while he had muscle from his profession as a hero, he didn't have the upper body strength to get him on that damn pole.

Ashido, on the other hand, had all of the lithe grace of a skilled performer. She spun fluidly around the pole in tune to Wrecking Ball, a song that had come out when they were in High School. Allegedly to the pink gumball over there, it was a 'bop'. He didn't agree.

On the furthest right pole, he found Camie. She, just like Ashido, used the pole like a professional. It wasn't as if it were all an illusion either. There were no weirdos of smoke that signified the usage of her quirk. She was, in fact, just that good. He couldn't help but suspect that her asking Yaoyorozu to make the poles hadn't been on some flippant whim. Knowing Camie, she'd planned all of this just to show off for his stiff, overly professional former classmate. And a quick search through the crowd showed him that Yaoyorozu's eyes were glued to the blonde bombshell, her lips slightly parted in awe. Camie really was a mastermind.

Katsuki's eyes traveled to the very next pole, and to his utter horror, there was Kirishima. His lips were parted into a sharp toothed smile as he ground his hips against the pole. This was the most forward and seductive he'd ever seen the red head get despite the moves being rudimentary at best. Fucking shitty hair. Katsuki didn't know who the fuck he was trying to impress. His wife was on stage with him with her bubblegum appearance catching eyes all around. If Kirishima wanted to impress Ashido, he should have waited. But then again, the dude was piss drunk. He probably could tell his head from his ass at this point.

Finally, he caught sight of the last dancer. At the center of them all was Deku. Deku in his sexy fucking glory. Out of all three men up there, Deku was surely the one catching the most eyes. Gone was the shy, freckled man that gave toothy smiles when he was embarrassed. He had been replaced with this absolute icon of sexual appeal. His entire being dripped with confidence as he strutted around the pole slowly. He, like Kaminari, had ditched whatever shirt he had been wearing. The man who had once been a skinny green bean had completely filled out, as Katsuki had noticed that day in the locker room. He was all corded muscle and freckled skin. The scars that ran across his arms and chest were on full display under the colored lights of the room. Katsuki knew where many of those scars had come from, and the rest, well, they just displayed the true price a hero had to pay in order to save people. It showed how much dedication that Deku put into his career. That was his most attractive quality above all else. And, well. He had no idea who gave him the goddamn right to look so fucking tantalizing. Katsuki wanted to be devoured by him.

He was clad in tight dress slacks that hugged his thighs and ass so fucking well. He had ditched his shoes somewhere and was barefoot as he grabbed hold of the pole with a practiced sort of ease. He walked around the pole once more before he gave himself a slight running start so he could swing his body up and around it. The muscles in his arms strained as he held himself up, and Katsuki all about swooned. He couldn't put into words the way that Deku was able to contort his body. Pole dancing was an art that Katsuki knew he would never be good at. It required so much precision, coordination, and sensuality that he just didn't have. Deku, on the other hand, glowed with all. The endurance and core strength that he had to have to be successful. Katsuki couldn't tear his eyes away.

"He's amazing, isn't he?" a voice suddenly asked beside him.

Katsuki snapped his head in the direction of the owner only to see Uraraka. She, too, had her eyes locked on Deku. Those tell-tale round cheeks of hers glowed a bright red, and based on the drink in her hand, Katsuki assumed that at the very least, she was tipsy.

He offered her a shrug in response to her comment. "It's whatever. He's at least better than Sparky and Shitty Hair."

Beside him, Uraraka chuckled. "I think just about anyone is better than those two," she said. "But no one has anything on Izu. He's amazing!"

Something akin to jealousy tinged inside of Katsuki. Of course, he'd been thinking the exact same things as her, but hearing her say them aloud left him feeling kind of irked. Okay, really irked. He knew that Uraraka and Deku had had some budding romance back at UA, and quite frankly, he didn't want to be reminded of it. Not when he had his own ambitions to get into those tight dress pants. He didn't want any fucking competition.

"What, are you trying to get dicked or some shit, Cheeks?" he asked with a slight snarl to his voice. He couldn't help the vulgarity in his words. Inebriation and jealousy combined were not a good look for him.

Uraraka only snorted out a laugh. "Pfft! Been there, done that. Not interested," she said.

Katsuki blinked owlishly at her. She wasn't interested in that sexy piece of ass up on stage? How could she not be? Deku was a fucking sex symbol with those perfect fucking legs of his. How could anyone want to deny that? If Deku was a wrecking ball, then Katsuki would definitely allow himself to be thoroughly wrecked by him.

"Besides, even if I were, Deku's gay. I was a part of his his 'gay awakening'," she continued, not noticing his wide-eyed expression. She gave a little shake of her hands to emphasize the 'gay awakening' part. "He wouldn't come near me sexually with a ten foot pole."

Katsuki's jaw completely dropped down. Deku? Gay? Sure, he knew he was interested in men already, but hearing from one of Deku's closest friends that he was exclusively interested in men fucking floored him. That knocked half of his immediate competition right out of the ballpark.

Wait.

No.

He didn't have any competition because he wasn't trying to pursue Deku. He wasn't trying to pursue anyone! He wasn't looking for a goddamn relationship. He didn't need all of that noise in his life right now. He had priorities. Fuck. Why was it so easy to get sidetracked into thinking about Deku's dick? He was seriously going to blame the alcohol. It had to be that. It was so much easier to have some ounce of self control with his thoughts when he wasn't fucking drunk.

"Where'd he learn it all?" he eventually asked Uraraka. He attempted to feign disinterest by shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

"Pole dancing?" she asked.

"What else, Cheeks?" he said, glancing her way.

A bright flush spread across her cheeks. "Oh. Well. Yeah. Duh," she stammered. "Uh. Mina taught him, I think. She runs a dance studio on the side, and Izu just clicked with it, I guess? It's more of a hobby than anything."

Katsuki snorted. "Yeah. A hobby. Looks exactly like that with how good he is."

"You think he's good?"

A rush of blood immediately flooded to his cheeks and the tips of his ears at Uraraka's words because of fucking course he'd say some stupid shit to implicate himself into feelings that he just shouldn't have toward his former classmate and current hero partner.

"I mean, I'm not gonna deny the facts, Cheeks," he said cryptically.

"I'm just surprised you offered Izu a compliment of all things," she said, a knowing smile on her lips.

He flipped her off and directed his gaze back to the stage.

A giggle sounded from her. "It's good to have you back, Bakugou," she said. "I know Izu is glad to have you back, too."

"What the fuck ever," he snapped, ignoring the way that his face burned at her comment.

Deku had missed him? Sure, he knew he'd wanted to be Katsuki's hero partner at one point in his life. Hell, before he'd moved up north, they had been hero partners. It had only lasted two short years, but it had been great. And now, for the first time in five years, they were hero partners once more. The disappointment he'd shown when Katsuki had said he didn't ask to be Deku's partner. Was there something more there? Was it, as Uraraka had said, Deku missing him?

Katsuki shook his head slightly, banishing those utterly hopeful thoughts. He was back now. There was no reason for him to focus on shit like Deku missing him. There was no point in dwelling on what had happened. Not if he intended to put it all behind him.

Instead, he focused on what was happening now. And that would be Deku giving the most delicious shake of his ass to the cheering audience before sauntering off of the stage to allow Kendo from the former Class B to take his place. And sure enough, as he got down from the stage, shirt, jacket, and shoes in hand, Deku came straight toward Katsuki. The blond's heart immediately began to hammer in his chest because fuck. Deku was here, and he was approaching him. Would he ask why he was there? Would he want to know if he'd been watching him show off to a crowd of their former classmates? Katsuki felt himself go rigid. What the fuck was he supposed to say? His palms began to sweat because of course he'd get caught red handed watching Deku do something so obscenely sensual when he shouldn't have been watching.

All of his worries, however, were expunged as Deku went barreling into the open arms of Uraraka. He gave an exuberant laugh that made his heart do little fucking traitorous flips.

"Oh my gosh! Ocha! Did you see that!" he exclaimed. The green bean was practically jumping up and down. Shit, he was literally vibrating with excitement.

"You were amazing, Izu!" Uraraka said, hugging him tightly. "I didn't think you had it in you!"

Deku laughed that bright, sunny laugh of his again. "I think it's the alcohol talking! I don't think I could have done it without it."

"Don't excuse your dumbass actions on alcohol," Katsuki said as if he hadn't been blaming his own dumbass thoughts on alcohol just minutes before.

Suddenly, those viridian orbs turned toward him, wide with surprise. As soon as their eyes connected, Katsuki knew he had fucked up. For once in his life, he wished he had a fucking filter because Deku noticing his presence was the last thing that he needed.

"Kacchan!" the damn nerd exclaimed, ripping himself away from Uraraka. Suddenly, those scarred, muscled arms were wrapping themselves around a very bewildered Katsuki. "What are you doing here? I didn't think you were coming tonight!"

The blond rolled his eyes. "Got fuckin' dragged here by Camie," he grumbled. And then, "Get you half-naked fuckin' ass off of me, you stupid fucking perv!"

Once again, his cheeks were alight because Deku was hugging him. A drunk, half-naked Deku who smelt deliciously of his cologne and a hint of sweat was hugging him. Katsuki wasn't used to hugs. He never accepted them from anyone other than his daughter because he wasn't a weak ass bitch. He didn't need hugs. But low and behold, Deku was fucking hugging him, and it was making so many emotions spark inside of him. Those emotions included but were not limited to embarrassment, horror, disgust, and fucking horniness. That last one shouldn't have been on the fucking list, but fuckin' Deku was half fucking naked! He shoved the greenette away and straightened his clothes once again.

"Awh! Don't be like that, Kacchan!" Deku whined, a cute, little pout on his lips. "I'm so happy to see you!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes because he was not happy to see Deku. Definitely not. Fucking alcohol making his mind think traitorous shit.

"Shut up, you damn nerd," he groused. "You saw me yesterday at work."

"But that was so long ago!"

"No, it wasn't," he said.

"Izu, I'm going to go find Tenya!" Uraraka suddenly interjected as she gave Deku some secretive glance. "I'll catch you two later!"

Katsuki blinked once, twice, three times before hollering at her, "Wait! Fuckin' Cheeks! Don't leave this dipshit with me!"

But she was already disappearing through the crowd. She had, in fact, left that dipshit with him. Deku smiled blindingly at him, seemingly unperturbed by the insults Katsuki threw his way.

"You should totally let me get you a drink!" Deku said suddenly, redirecting Katsuki's attention back to the green blob of muscle once more.

"We don't have to pay for the drinks, dumbass," he pointed out.

Deku gave an exaggerated sigh. "You know what I meant, Kacchan!" he said. "Let me order it for you."

He rolled his eyes. "That's stupid. I'm perfectly capable of ordering myself a drink."

"But I want to!"

"Fine!" he growled.

Katsuki stalked off toward the bar, leaving Deku to catch up behind him. The damn nerd was fucking persistent, so if he really wanted to order Katsuki a drink. Then fine. He doubted the idiot would remember what the fuck Katsuki liked to drink anyway. They hadn't gone out to the bar with each other in five fucking years. And sure, he tastes hadn't changed, but he doubt that Deku had enough space in that damn brain of his, what with all of his knowledge about heroes, to remember that Katsuki liked fireball on the fucking rocks.

But he did, and Katsuki was slightly miffed by the fact that he had. What the fuck? Was Deku some sort of stalker? Did he have every fucking detail about Katsuki's life memorized or some shit?

He snatched up the glass that was offered to him and scowled into it as he took a sip. "Why the fuck do you remember that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You remembered that I drink fireball on the rocks," he stated. "Why?"

Deku's green brows furrowed down over his eyes for a moment. "I mean, why not? Why shouldn't I know something like that about you? You're my friend."

"It's oddly specific, don't you think?" he asked, walking off toward the edge of the room. He wouldn't be caught dead talking to Deku by Camie, and he knew the broad would come back to the bar for more alcohol eventually.

"I mean, it was all you ever drank," Deku said with a shrug as they settled themselves against the wall nearest the exit. "Before you moved away, we went to the bar just about every Friday. You still seem to like spicy things based on your ramen orders, so I figured you still like your alcohol spicy, too!"

His face scrunched up in contempt. "It's not fucking spicy, idiot!" he growled. "Besides. It's weird. It's not like I remember that you like to drink coffee and vodka or whatever dumb shit you used to drink."

"Actually, Kacchan," Deku said sheepishly. "That's exactly what I'm drinking."

Katsuki's red eyes narrowed in on Deku's drink because, low and behold, there in his scarred fingers was an espresso martini. That nasty fuckin' shit that Deku had, all those years ago, insisted was the best thing he would ever drink. Here he was, still drinking that exact thing.

"Shut the fuck up, Deku."

The greenette giggled. "Okay, Kacchan."

They settled into silence, watching the happenings of the last remaining hour of their class reunion. By now, many of the less avid UA alumni had filtered out of the room. Most of those that were left were the loud, rambunctious types such as Kirishima, Kaminari, and company. Most of them were crowded around the stage with the poles while others were scattered off into corners, talking and catching up just as he and Deku were doing, albeit with much less talking. He even spotted Camie talking rather closely with Yaoyorozu. He smirked. Maybe the blonde bombshell would score tonight.

"Kacchan?" Deku asked, effectively interrupting Katsuki's people watching.

"What, Deku?"

"How'd you get the scar on your cheek?" he asked innocently. "I don't think I remember seeing it after any of your particularly big battles that the new caught."

Katsuki froze, his blood running absolutely frigid. That was something that he did not want to talk about. It wasn't the fact that it was a scar that was the problem. He didn't give a damn about scars. He had plenty covering his body, and he knew Deku as just as indifferent about his own multitude of scars. It was just that scar in particular that Katsuki fucking hated discussing. It didn't help matters that it was smack in the middle of his face where people could see. It was a particularly nasty, jagged one, too. Nasty and jagged like the memory he had of receiving it.

"Jesus fuck. This fuckin' night can fuck me in the ass already," Katsuki groaned, leaning his head back against the wall.

And suddenly, all talk of scars was forgotten because Deku wasn't by his side anymore. Instead, he was right in front of him. Those crooked fingers rested lightly on his clothed hips. Deku's face was just inches from his. He was close enough for Katsuki to count the individual freckles that dusted his cheeks oh so perfectly. Katsuki's eyes grew wide because what the actual fuck had gotten into Deku?

"Do you want me to, Kacchan?" Deku asked, his voice low and sultry, a stark change from his usual high-pitched tone. He could feel Deku's breath ghosting across his lips as he spoke.

"Want you to do what?" Katsuki asked, frozen in place.

"Fuck you," he replied, enunciating each word slowly and clearly.

The blond's breath caught in his lungs. Because what the fuck was going on? He had to be dreaming. This had to be some fucking alcohol induced dream. He had to be passed out somewhere in the venue because this couldn't possibly be happening. Deku couldn't possibly be suggesting.

"I want to fuck you, Kacchan," Deku said. He looked at Katsuki through thick lashes and hooded lids that screamed sexual desire. "Can I fuck you?"

Katsuki blinked. All of the desires he'd been denying the entire fucking night were sitting right of him. Deku, in all of his shirtless fucking glorly, as asking to fuck him. He didn't know whether or not to deny him to preserve his 'fuck relationships' ideals or to accept him just to assuage his sexual fantasies. Apparently, his dick decided to speak for him.

He nodded his head slightly.

"I need words, Kacchan," he said with a slight tut.

He head fell back against the wall once more and he groaned lightly because Deku was choosing now of all time to be a coy fuck. Katsuki was already embarrassed enough that Deku apparently could take an innocent, Katsuki-typical statement and turn it into a prime sexual advance. Now he wanted more. But the idea of Deku sounded so damn good. How could he possibly refuse?

"Yes," he breathed. "I need you to fuck me."

Those words were all the answer that Deku needed. The greenette took hold of his hand and dragged him swiftly from the wall toward the exit of the ballroom. Katsuki followed after him, his thoughts attempting to keep up with his feet. It wasn't until they were nearly at the doors that he finally managed to get some common sense. He skidded to a stop, forcing Deku to stop with him.

"Fuck. Deku. Wait. We can't just go barreling out there," he hissed. "What if someone sees? The paparazzi?"

He knew there was no way those fucking gossip sharks weren't outside of the hotel this very second. If they got one look at them - Katsuki with a half formed boner in his pants and Deku still very much half naked - they would get some suspicions. But a confident smirk twisted onto Deku's lips.

"Then they can envy me, Kacchan, because you're going to look so damn pretty bouncing on my dick. They'll want you all for themselves."

If that didn't have his dick swelling to a full erection, Katsuki didn't know what else would. It strained against the fabric of his slacks, begging to be let loose. And from the way Deku dragged him to the elevator, he wouldn't have long to wait. There was a sense of urgency in Deku's actions, and Katsuki was just going along for the ride. He wasn't opposed to get to whatever destination Deku had in mind so that they could get the fuck on with shit. The managed to snag the elevator all to themselves, and fuck Katsuki was glad that they had. Deku was on top of him again, his hands feeling up Katsuki's sides. The blond's back was pressed against the wall. He was pinned in place by the sheer presence of Deku.

"God, I want to devour you," Deku whispered as his fingers ripped the hem of his shirt out of his pants. Those hands that had seen hundreds of battles snakes beneath the fabric and mapped their course across his chest. "You're so fucking hot, Kacchan. Already hard in your pants for me."

Katsuki groaned lowly. "Where did this confidence come from, Deku? Didn't expect it from you."

The green bean smirked again. "It's always been there, Kat-su-ki," Deku singsonged. You just never asked to see it."

He smirked right back at the man. "Well, I'm asking now, ain't I?"

"Well, it certainly took you long enough. I've been wanting to fuck you for a while."

Those words only made his erection worse. Sure, he'd thought Deku was hot. He wouldn't be ranked in those stupid magazines if he weren't. But this sexual confidence had been entirely unexpected. These last few weeks when he'd thought about the greenette fucking him, he'd assumed he be topping from the bottom, not that he had any issue with it. It's what most of his one night stands wanted from him. And of course, he'd performed. But Deku didn't seem to want any of that. He figured he could fully let go and submit to whatever Deku had in mind for him. The thought of it alone had him floored.

All of his thoughts were derailed as one of Deku's hands travelled further north and traced around his nipple. The soft flesh immediately pebbled at the contact.

"Someone's excited," Deku noted.

"Shut up," he growled, embarrassment flooding his face. Fucking stupid Deku and his stupid observations.

"You know what? I don't think I will," Deku said lowly. "I like seeing you all hot and bothered. Evidently, talking about you gets you that way."

Deku's index finger and thumb pinched down around his pebbled nipple and twisted lightly. That small bit of attention to the sensitive flesh had the tiniest of traitorous moans leaving Katsuki's lips.

"Fuck," he cursed, letting his head fall back against the wall of the elevator as they slowly climbed upwards to whatever floor they were headed to.

"What, Kacchan?" Deku asked. Katsuki watched him tilt his head to the side through half-lidded eyes. With that tilt of his head, he tweaked at Katsuki's nipple once more, drawing out yet another moan of pleasure from the blond.

"You're the worst."

A low chuckle sounded from the greenette. "How am I the worst, Kacchan?"

Another tweak and yet another moan. Katsuki's hands were slick with sweat as they grasped at the handrails inside of the elevator. Deku had hardly touched him, and was already being reduced to this sloppy mess.

"You know what you're fuckin' doing," he said, allowing his eyes to drift closed.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Kacchan," Deku said.

And suddenly, the man's free hand was reaching up and grabbing hold of Katsuki's chin. He tipped his head down with just a little bit of force, and Katsuki's eyes fluttered open.

"So, why don't you look at me and tell me," he said using that low, sultry voice of his again. It sounded electric, and at the same time, it sounded like sin. Katsuki was living for all of it. If Deku continued to use a voice like that, Katsuki would be unable to refuse him.

"Fuckin' making me moan, asshole," he breathed.

"Awe, Kacchan, you don't want me to hear your noises?" Deku asked with a slight pout of those beautifully bowed, pink lips of his. "But I want to hear them. I want to hear all of them. Won't you let me get them out of you?"

Katsuki's breath hitched as Deku once again played at his nipple. Fucking christ. This damn nerd who'd suddenly gone all dominant on him was going to be the fucking death of him. But it was so damn attractive. He wanted Deku so damn bad. He wanted him inside of him, stretching him to fucking complettion. And if he had to fucing moan his heart out to get it, then he would.

"Yes," he said with a low groan of frustration. "But not here."

"Where, then, Kacchan?" Deku asked even though he already knew that goddamn answer. Fucking bastard was so infuriatingly coy.

"Your damn room."

Deku hummed softly. "Well, we have another... Six floors to go. What should we do in the meantime?"

Fucking christ that shitty ass nerd really wanted to make him squirm by making him call all of the goddamn shots.

"Fuckin' kiss me already, dammit," he growled, red irises connecting with green.

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation between them as Deku's lips crashed down onto Katsuki's, and holy fucking shit. He may of been drunk, but he was pretty damn sure it was one of the most amazing fucking kisses he'd ever received. Deku's lips were soft against his despite the ferocity of the kiss. He could taste the nerd, too. He tasted slightly of coffee, but beneath it all was this overwhelming earthy taste that matched his scent. Deku smelled of evergreens and pines, of a forest in the middle of winter. It was fucking intoxicating, and he wanted more of it.

Deku pressed closer to him, and he felt the bulge of the other man's erection against his own. His lips parted in a gasp of arousal, and Deku seemed to take that as permission to slip his tongue into Katsuki's mouth. The blond welcomed him eagerly, his own tongue reaching out to meet Deku's. It was heated and messy, but it was absolutely perfect.

The ding of the elevator and the opening of doors forced them apart with a jump. Katsuki groaned in disappointment. Deku's kisses were fucking phenomenal, and he wanted so many more of them.

"C'mon, Kacchan," Deku said with a seductive smile.

Those tempting hands slid from beneath Katsuki's shirt, and instead, took up one of his hands. Deku didn't seem bothered by all of the sweat that gathered there. On the contrary, he didn't seem to notice it was there at all. He led Katsuki from the elevator and down one of the halls. All the way down, he couldn't help but stare at the greenette's ass. It looked too damn good in those pants. How could he possibly resist?

Soon enough, he wouldn't have to.

They stopped in front of a door in the middle of the hallway, and Deku withdrew a keycard from his pocket. He opened the door, and with a glance at Katsuki, opened the door. He followed in behind Deku with bated breath because, fuck, this was actually going to fucking happen. He was going to get dicked down by sex on legs over here.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Deku pounced on him. His back crashed against the wall, and a gasp of surprise echoed from his lips. The blond didn't have a moment to react before his wrists were pinned above his head. Deku leaned in close, his lips ghosting across Katsuki's jaw.

"I don't know where to start," he said softly into the darkness. "You're right here, Kat-su-ki. All for me."

"Don't be a damn tease, Deku," he growled.

"You want me to touch you?" he asked.

Katsuki mumbled a quiet please. It was barely audible in the space between them. He couldn't give him any more than that. Not with his arousal taking over all of his senses.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan," Deku said in response. "I didn't hear that. Can you repeat that?"

"Fucking please, Deku," he voice coming off as a beg. "Touch me already, dammit. Please."

And just like that, Deku flashed him a brilliant smile and obliged. Deku's lips attached themselves to the side of Katsuki's neck, placing tender kisses to his pulsepoint. One hand held the blond's hands firm above his head while the other made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. And then the button on his slacks popped open under Deku's nimble fingers. The greenette only managed to detach himself from Katsuki for a second, and that was to rake his eyes over him. He stood before him with his chest bare and his pants hanging over. He blushed furiously under Deku's appraising gaze.

"You're beautiful, Kacchan," he said. "So damn beautiful."

"And you're infuriating," Katsuki replied.

"Good things come to those that are patient, Kacchan," Deku said softly.

Suddenly, Katsuki's feet were swept out from under him. Deku lifted him into those amazingly strong arms of his. He wrapped his legs around Deku's waist and his arms around his neck. They crossed the room until they made it to the bed. Deku dropped him down onto the mattress, and Katsuki looked up at him. Once again, crimson met viridian.

"Do you know what I'm gonna do to you, Kacchan?" Deku asked as he slid Katsuki's black shirt off of his arms. He discarded it on the floor.

There were a lot of things he wanted Deku to do to him. Fuck. He wanted to be fucked right, left, and sideways. He wanted Deku's lips on his. He wanted fucking everything. But could he know what was going inside of that nerd's head?

"No," he replied.

"Well, let me show you," he said.

And in one fell swoop, the greenette pulled both his boxers and his slacks down his legs. He tossed them to the side and climbed onto the bed above Katsuki. Deku's hands pinned him in, and fuck. He was aching for Deku. He needed this bastard to get a move on, but he had a feeling that with Deku, something so simple wouldn't happen. No. The freckled fuck was going to take this slow.

One of Deku's hands shifted from beside his head and trailed down Katsuki's waist, leaving goosebumps in his wake. And finally, finally Deku's scarred fingers wrapped around his length. Katsuki gasped into the space between them, and in return, Deku smiled.

"C'mon, Kacchan," he said. "I know that you can be louder than that."

Deku's grasp was firm and solid around him. And it felt fucking amazing. Katsuki's back arched off of the mattress, and while he thought it was pathetic, his body did not. Deku's teasing had left him starved of touch and craving more. The smallest amounts of attention were going to have him keening despite his best efforts at remaining collected. But how could he be when Deku gave that delicious twist of his wrist that left him moaning.

"That's much better," Deku said.

"Are you gonna get on with it, you damn tease?"

Another devilish smirk crawled onto Deku's lips, and there was another firm twist of Deku's wrist as he stroked Katsuki's length. He moaned again and heaved out a heavy breath. And while his lips were parted and his mouth completely unassuming and unaware, Deku dove in and snatched them away. Katsuki leaned desperately into the kiss, his heart hammering in his chest. He reached one hand up and tangled his fingers into Deku's wild curls, pulling him closer. He needed more of him, more than touches. His other hand reached down between his own legs. He took Deku's wrist into his grasp, and when he made an attempt to move Deku's hand, the green bean allowed him to. Katsuki guided his hands down between his legs toward his entrance.

"Please, Izuku," Katsuki whispered against Deku's lips. "Fuckin' take me."

Those words seemed to break all of Deku's remaining self control. He shook his hand free of Katsuki's grasp. Those very fingers that he had begged to stretch him were at his mouth now, pressing against his lower lip as if asking for entrance.

"Suck," came Deku's single-word command.

Katsuki obliged and took two of Deku's fingers into his mouth. He laved his tongue around them, slathering them in his own spit. He didn't have lube, and he doubted that Deku did either. Neither of them had planned this. It had just happened. And if Katsuki wanted to feel less of a burn tomorrow, well, he was gonna have to get Deku nice and wet.

While he sucked, Deku's free hand grabbed hold of his thigh and folded him over so that his legs hit chest. In this position, Katsuki's ass was presented to Deku.

"Like I said before, you're beautiful Kacchan. And I want you."

Seemingly satisfied, Deku pulled his fingers from Katsuki's lips. They traveled downward past his weeping cock to the space between Katsuki's asscheeks. He spread them just enough so that his fingers had access. When Deku's fingertips ghosted around the ring of muscle that marked his entrance, Katsuki let out a shuddering breath.

"Izuku, pl-"

Katsuki hadn't even been able to finish the sentence before Deku plunged his wet digits straight into his hole. Katsuki let out a gasp of surprise and a grunt of pain. But the pain was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure as Deku moved his fingers in and out of him. He'd forgotten what this felt like. What it felt like to be touched. It had been months since his last one night stand, and fuck if he wasn't in heaven just thinking about the way Deku would wreck his ass, he didn't know where he was. Deku scissored him open, and with each ministration, Katsuki grew more and more impatient. He was half tempted to tell Deku to get this show on the road.

That is, until Deku's fingers curled and hit that one sensitive spot that made him see a myriad of colors. Obscenities poured from Katsuki's lips as he writhed beneath Deku's touch. Just that slight brush against his prostate had him melting. And Deku didn't stop after that first touch. No. He kept going. He hit it again and again and again, causing Katsuki to get loud and louder. He desperately wanted to touch himself, to jerk himself to completion, but somehow, that felt wrong. This was Deku's show, and he wouldn't do anything unless it was asked of him.

All of a sudden, Deku stopped. His hand retracted from Katsuki, leaving the blond feeling oh so very empty. He almost whined in protest before he realized what had to be coming next. Deku shifted on the bed above him so that he was straddling Katsuki's upper body. He watched as the greenette pulled out his cock and-

Jesus fucking christ. Sure, Deku was built like a mother fucking powerhouse with all of his muslces and godly thighs. But his cock was a monster if Katsuki had ever seen one. It was swollen and dripping with precum, and fuck. Katsuki wanted it to split him open. He needed it to. Deku came in closer to Katsuki, his hand grabbed him by the back of the neck. Deku tilted his head up off of the mattress.

"Get me nice and wet, Kacchan," he said, as his erect cock met Katsuki's lips.

The blond greedily enclosed Deku's dripping member in his lips. He swallowed him in the warmth of his mouth, sliding his lips further and further down his length until he bottomed out in a slight bush of green curls. He looked up at Deku who seemed thoroughly blissed out in his own right. Katsuki took pride in that.

If there was one thing he was good at as a bottom, it was giving head.

He swallowed around the greenette's member, and for the first time that night, he was graced with the sound of one of Deku's unbridled and unfiltered moans. Fuck, if Deku's moans were an aphrodisiac, Katsuki could very easily get high off of them. Those sounds coming from the other hero only bolstered his ego. Katsuki didn't bother to use his hands as he slid his lips back up Deku's length. He brought himself all the way up to his tip before swirling his tongue around it once and then slamming himself back down. He repeated this process several times over, and each time he did, he got a louder moan from Deku. He felt the nerd's cock swell in his mouth, and holy fucking shit, he wanted to be the one to tip this man over the edge. But just as he thought he was going to make Deku achieve Euphoria, those same scarred hands that had been touching him all night grabbed hold of his blond spike and pulled his lips off of his cock with a loud pop.

"Not yet, Kacchan," Deku said. "I want to cum inside of you."

"Yes, fucking, yes," Katsuki moaned.

He felt Deku's tip line up against his hole. And then the burn as he started to push through. He winced, and Deku stopped.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, his voice so full of concern.

Katsuki snorted. So beneath his dominant exterior, Deku still had a conscience. That was good to know, he supposed.

"Keep fucking going, dammit," he ground out. "I don't want you to stop. I want you to fuck me."

Deku nodded and continued to push past Katsuki's entrance. And when Deku was finally bottomed out in his ass, Katsuki allowed himself a moment to adjust and relax. When he was finally ready to proceed, his eyes met Deku's, and it seemed the damn nerd just knew. His hips started moving slowly at first, but that didn't last very long. Deku didn't seem to be the gentle type of partner. No. He was commanding in bed, and Katsuki could tell that he just wanted to destroy Katsuki's ass.

"Do you want me to fuck you faster, Kacchan?" Deku asked even though he knew the nerd planned on doing it anyway.

"Fuck me however you want to fuck me, Izuku," he said, using the man's first name one last time. "I'm yours right now, aren't I?"

And like that, a metaphorical switch seemed to flip in Deku's head. Those hips which had been going slow and steady picked up speed, and soon enough, Deku was ramming into him over and over again. It didn't take him long to find that sweet spot along with his rhythm, either. The slapping of skin on skin echoed around them. The bed creaked loud enough for the rooms on either side to hear, but did they fucking care? Hell no. The blond was too gone for that. Deku had Katsuki clutching at the bedsheets, moaning out both Deku's birth given name and a sluice of curses. He'd do anything to keep Deku going, to keep his cock pounding him until he came.

"Izuku please!" he moaned into the darkness. "I need you to, please."

"What Katsuki," Deku grunted out in between his thrusts.

"Fucking touch my cock. Please. I wanna cum, dammit. P-Please?" he asked, his voice cracking with need on the very last word.

The begging, the use of his name, the fact that he was falling apart at the greenette's touch seemed to really do it for Deku. Those crooked fingers curled around Katsuki's cock. It only took three swift pumps for him to climax, but by then, he didn't give a damn about cumming too easily. Not when Deku had been teasing him since they got upstairs. Not when his cock had been so painfully hard. And definitely not when all he could feel was the white hot euphoria coursing through his veins. His own cum squirted across his chest, but he didn't give a damn. He was too far deep in the sensations of his orgasm to fucking care.

He felt Deku's hips slow and stutter in their ministrations as Deku chased his own orgasm.

"C'mon, Izuku," he breathed. "I want you to fill me up. Cum inside of me. I need this. I need you."

That seemed to do it. It seemed to thrust the green bean above him over the edge. Deku's hips stuttered to a complete halt as his orgasm rocked its way through him. And Katsuki had the luxury of watching all of that pleasure cross his face. The way his eyes fluttered and his lips parted in one last, long, agonizing moan. He would watch Deku do this every day if he could.

When it was all over, when Deku had finally gotten his orgasm out, Katsuki felt him lean in close. He didn't remember shutting his eyes, but considering he couldn't see, he must have.

"That was amazing, Kacchan," the man whispered before a peck of a kiss was placed on his cheek. "You were amazing."

"You weren't half bad yourself, Deku," Katsuki whispered back.

He was thoroughly exhausted. The alcohol and the partying and the sex had finally caught up to him. Katsuki didn't remember much after that due to the post sex haze. He knew Deku had pulled out of him, had gone and cleaned up before bringing a warm washcloth back. He'd done his best to clean Katsuki up, whispered sweet nothings to him as the blond snuggled close. It was really too romantic and sweet for him, but at this point he didn't care. For now, his desires were sated. He'd take these moments of vulnerability for what they were. For now, he'd let Deku hold him in those muscular arms of his as he drifted off to sleep.

---

Katsuki cracked open his eyes, squinting just a little bit. It was dark and his head was throbbing. He'd had too damn much to drink. Way to fucking much. Fuck. He was swearing off alcohol for at least a month after this shit…

He groaned and glanced at the clock. Three in the morning. The fucking witching hour. Yeah. He was ready to go the fuck back to sleep before some spooky dooky shit decided to happen. He shifted in bed to try and get some shut eye when he felt a heavy arm sling itself around his waist. Katsuki froze. He had the sudden realization that he was fucking naked. And on top of being naked, there was another very naked person in bed with him.

What the actual fuck?

It took him all of ten seconds to remember what the fuck happened only a few hours before. He and Deku fucked. And it had been fucking amazing. He felt fucking good after a good fucking. His endorphins were through the roof, but there was no way he could deny the other emotion that coursed through him. Regret.

Did he regret having sex with Deku? Well, yes and no. He didn't regret the actual sex. It had been fucking phenomenal. Deku was a damn god with that fucking cock of his. He had sent Katsuki to the heavens and back. There was no way he'd go back on such an experience. But did he regret having sex with Deku of all people? He wouldn't exactly be surprised if this one decision came back to bite him in the ass.

The greenette was a lot of things, and clingy was definitely one of them. Katsuki had experienced plenty of that between middle school and high school combined. And all of the mess he'd left behind when he'd moved up north? There had to be resentment there. It was no wonder that Deku was on thin ice with him when he'd seen him for the first time.

He hadn't exactly given him much warning. It wasn't as if he himself had had very much notice. No one had. All because he'd found her.

He met Hasaki Kiruka after he'd charted in the top ten. Kirishima and Kaminari hadn't given him much of a choice in going out. They'd dragged him to the first dive bar that had a TV that they could find, and plopped him down. There had been too many shots, too many glasses of fireball on the rocks. He hadn't been thinking straight when he'd seen the gorgeous bombshell of a red head decking a guy who had dared to get too ballsy when hitting on her. He'd been blinded by how fucking badass and beautiful she was.

They hit it off real quick. Not many would want to deny an attractive, confident pro hero in the top ten such as himself. He was young, smart, and witty despite his temper. But Kiruka didn't care. They dated for a year before they quietly got hitched in the courthouse. No one knew about it aside from his close friends. Katsuki was private. He didn't want the leeches that were the paparazzi up in his business. They didn't need to know. But Kiruka didn't want Deku to know specifically. So he hadn't told his hero partner out of respect for his new wife. And when she asked him to move away from his family and friends several hours north, he hadn't questioned it. No, because when Kiruka said jump, he did, no questions asked.

He thought he loved her, but he should have never trusted her with something so important to him, that being his heart. Maybe if he hadn't had his head in his ass, he would have noticed the warning signs sooner.

But he hadn't, and he was here now in this mess of a friendship slash post one night stand debacle with Deku. He couldn't, in good conscience, go any further with this. This wasn't casual. It couldn't be casual. Not with Deku. He doubted the greenette was capable of any form of no strings attached fucking like Katsuki preferred. If he knew Deku at all - and he knew the damn nerd pretty damn well - casual sex wasn't within his mental capacity. But it was all that Katsuki could handle. Relationships were completely off of the table for him. He couldn't - no, wouldn't - do that to his family again. Not if he could help it.

Katsuki carefully extracted himself from Deku's grasp. He slipped out from under the covers and stood on shaky legs. Fuck did his ass burn with those first few steps. It was the result from a good fucking, and ordinarily, he would have been pissed about it. He liked to walk out of his one night stands without doing a walk of shame. But the sex only hours before had been too damn good to cry over a soreness between his legs. He take that soreness as a reminder of how fucking good it was and how fucking terrible it would be if it were to happen again.

He slowly picked his way around the room, gathering his clothing. He pulled it on as best as he could, checked that he had his phone and his wallet. Before he left, he scrawled out a simple note for Deku. He wouldn't leave him completely hanging, not with their hero partnership already in such a fragile state. And once that was done, he slipped from the room without looking back.

---

It wasn't until the next morning, when his mother dropped off his daughter, that he realized it was gone.

"Hey pumpkin," he said to the little girl as she came barreling through the front door of their house at half past eight. Her hair was a knotted mess and she was still in her jammies, but she looked happy.

"Hi Daddy," she replied, all beaming smiles.

"She wouldn't let me brush her hair," his mother said with a roll of her eyes. "She insisted that you do it."

He sent a look down at the little girl who was now beaming mischievously at him. She just wanted to walk around in her Mirko onesie, and he fucking knew it. He had no idea where the hair thing came into play.

"Give your grandma a hug goodbye," he said, giving Etsuki a nudge on the back.

Their hugs lasted for too long, but how could he deny his little gremlin those teary hugs. If it weren't for the rat's nest on his daughter's head, he might have considered snapping a few pictures. When his mother finally left, it was just himself and Etsuki in their quiet, little house. And of course, the little girl got right down to business.

She clapped those chubby little hands. "Alright, Daddy! Bath time! And then-"

He cut her off to finish that sentence for her. "Classic saturday cartoons."

Her little arms shot into the air in triumph. "Yeesss!"

And then her brow furrowed suddenly. "Daddy? Where's your necklace? Are you cleaning it?"

Katsuki blinked, his hand flying to the space around his neck where the thin, golden chair usually resided. It wasn't there. His neck was bare. And considering his sexscapade with Deku the night before, he had a strong fucking clue as to where it could be.

"I forgot it with my, er, friend last night. Etsu, why don't you go put your bag in your room," he said, patting her little blond head lights. "Daddy needs to make some calls."

"What about our cartoons?" she whined.

"It should only be a second, gremlin. Go on."

The little girl nodded and bounced down the hall with her sparkly pink bag dragging behind her on the ground. As soon as her bedroom door snapped closed, he set about his mission.

As fate would fucking have it, he no longer had Deku's phone number. Of course he wouldn't fucking have it. All because Kiruka had told him to delete it. Fucking bitch. In hindsight, he should have memorized that shit, but that was a creepy stalker Deku-like thing to do. Quite honestly, he had no interest in living up to the damn nerds creeper capabilities.

So, he called the next best people. Kirishima and Camie. On a group fucking FaceTime. He was convinced that it would go to voicemail before he finally saw both Camie and Kirishima's messy heads of hair.

"Wha- Bakugou? What's up? What time is it?" Kirishima asked.

And simultaneously, Camie said, "Bakubabe, I'm hungover. Fuck off."

He rolled his eyes at them both. They'd both been dead to the fucking world after last nights adventures. But he didn't give a fuck. What he had to say was fucking important.

"I'm fucking fine. Sort of," he said, running a hand over his eye. Camie quirked a brow at him, and he immediately caved because he was internally freaking the fuck out. "Fuck. Okay. I'm in a little bit of a crisis, actually."

"You good?"

"What the fuck did you do, Kats?" Camie grumbled.

He'd never known her to be an easy waker, and evidently his pre-lunch phone call was very unwelcome. Well, not like he gave a damn.

"I lost Etsuki's ring last night," he admitted.

That had Camie's eyes widening and Kirishima's jaw dropping.

"What the hell happened to you last night, bro?" Kirishima asked. "One second you were there watching us dance, and the next you were gone. No one knew where you went."

And here lay the issue with calling those two. If he didn't formulate a good enough lie, they'd know. They hound him for the truth. He couldn't have just lost that necklace without any real reason. The chain was sturdy. It wouldn't have called off. And if he did tell them the truth, they want all of the nasty fucking details, which he was not handing over so easily. Not with his three-and-a-half year-old just in the other room. Still, he figured he could tell them the basics. It was best that he ripped the bandaid off anyway. They'd find out one way or another, and it was best coming from him.

"Deku and I-"

"No!" Camie roared before he could even get through the entire statement. Loud giggles of excitement ensued.

"What? What about Deku?" Kirishima asked.

"I'd tell you if Camie would shut the fuck up," he growled.

"Sorry! Sorry!" she said.

He glanced down the hallway. Etsuki's door was still closed, and it was safe to talk about this. He heaved out a sigh. "Deku and I fucked last night."

Camie immediately shrieked in excitement while Kirishima's jaw dropped.

"Bakubabe! Yes!"

"I mean, I'm not surprised after all of that sexual tension in high school," Kirishima said.

His eyes narrowed. "What sexual tension, bastard?"

Kirishima never got a chance to answer because Etsuki was suddenly sprinting down the hallway at him.

"Uncle Kiri! Auntie Camie!" she shrilled.

And just before the little girl forced herself into the camera's view, he whispered, "Not another fucking word on this until she's not around."

Etsuki fully commandeered his phone for the next forty-five minutes. She told Kirishima and Camie all about her adventures at Grandma's the night before. She even spilled some of his secrets, not that he could fucking stop her.

By the time they'd hung up the phone, he'd thoroughly forgotten to ask for Deku's number and there was no way in hell he was calling either of them back. He'd just have to take Etsuki to the agency with him to find Deku that way…

"Hey sweetheart?"

"Huh?" she asked as he massaged shampoo into her scalp.

"You want to go to daddy's work today?"

Her blue eyes widened. "Ohmygosh! Yes! Can we watch cartoons?"

He shook his head. "Not today, gremlin. We'd have to leave after your bath."

She nodded glumly and then got on to talking about all of the heroes she'd be able to meet at his job. As she was getting dressed, she even insisted on wearing her Dynamight costume, which was identical to the real deal albeit made of regular fabrics.

He was packing up the diaper bag with some random shit for their lunch when there was a knock on the door. He ignored it in favor of shoving some goldfish into the bag. A minute or so later, Etsuki yelled out to him from the genkan.

"Daddy! The hero from the TV with the nice ass is at the door! He wants to talk to you!"

Katsuki's eyes widened. For one, Etsuki had answered the door when he'd told her countless times that she couldn't do that. Second, as he rounded the corner with a pissed off look on his face, he realized that it was Deku standing in his front doorway blinking owlishly at the little girl who was his little mini-me.