"Hey, are we going dancing?" Sero finished his drink as Shinso closed out their tab.

"Yeah, the bartender said there's a really fun place called The Bassment, apparently they've got cages and private dance floors."

"Cages?" Sero laughed out loud, "why do you need a cage? Is fucking Katsuki coming with us?" he giggled at the thought of locking him up.

"Fucking good one Sero," Shinso chuckled. "No, they put someone in the cage to dance while they swing over the entire bar."

"Fuck, okay, sounds interesting, I'll let everyone know we're going, there's nine of us, right?"

"Yeah," Shinso counted everyone in the group.

"Oh wait, Ojiro makes ten," Sero pointed at the end of the bar. Shinso turned to see him, sitting at the far corner of the bar, black eyes were watching him. He felt his stomach roll and a warmth rush through his body.

"Bodyguard, yeah, I guess he comes too," Shinso quickly focused back on signing the tab. He hated the way his body reacted every time he saw him. Glancing back up at Ojiro, he'd turned to talk with Yuga. Studying his face, Shinso bit his lip, he'd never cared enough to want anyone in his life. After Romero had finally disappeared, he'd vacuumed out anything vaguely resembling of feelings and dumped them, no room in his fucking crazy head for that shit. But now, he played with the pen in his hand, feelings were slamming through him like fucking Tsunamis, everything he'd never allowed himself to feel was crashing through him at an alarming pace. He was starting to short out. Sleep, which had barely existed in his life already, was basically a thing of the past. The only emotion that was keeping him sane was anger, but it was so fucking intense that it was like a drug. The fight was proof that he'd passed some fucking line, he needed to cool down or he wasn't sure he'd be able to get back. If Ojiro really didn't want him, then he'd have to do something. He watched as his handsome face split in a smile, laughing at something Yuga was saying. He swallowed past the lump forming in his throat, he didn't want to, but maybe it was time to move from him. Whatever he did, getting angry wasn't going to do anything but alienate his friends and destroy his life. Looking at the pen, the thought raced through his mind, what fucking life? He snapped his wrist slinging the pen across the bar, it crashed into an open shelf, hit a bottle and flipped back out to the floor. He watched it spin to a stop.

"Are you ready?" Himiko leaned into him, pulling him from his thoughts.

Shinso blinked at the cute blonde, registering her adoring smile. Fuck, time to get back. "I am, do you like to dance?" He coughed, covering the strain in his voice.

"I was born to dance!" Himiko laughed, she grabbed his hand as they headed out of the hotel to the club.

They'd managed to reserve a private table on the first floor right off of the main dancing area. Just as Shinso had read, cages hung thirty feet in the air, every fifteen minutes they would lower them and the next group in line would jump inside. Grabbing the bars, Shinso danced looking down on the crowd below, he grinned, the cage was fucking amazing. From his vantage point he could see the entire club. The place was incredible, three floors focused on a huge dance floor and it was completely packed. He could see people watching him from every angle. His pulse roared in his ears, grinning he felt like he was on stage with the eyes of his fans adoring him, fuck, he needed this tonight. Letting his hands roam down his body, his tight pants and shirt didn't hide a thing, he tipped his head back and moved his body, he knew he looked good. The beat of the music picked up and he danced faster, letting out all his frustrations. Glancing at the appreciative looks from below, he made sure to give each set of eyes a small bit of hope, he didn't want anyone to start looking somewhere else. All eyes needed to be on him. He'd been dancing a while when he saw him. Leaning on the railing with his drink, he was staring from the stretch of bar that ran along the third-floor, they made eye contact. Ojiro smiled slightly, Shinso's heart leapt, not looking away he began to dance just for him, rocking his hips deep, he swung his ass seductively. Those glittering black eyes burned, watching as his body writhed inside the cage.

Toshi was the fucking sexiest person alive, Ojiro couldn't tear his eyes away. He'd found a good spot to keep an eye on the group and to watch him. Then he got into the damn cage, every part of him wanted to drag him back to the hotel and maybe the stupid cage too. Then those purple eyes had found him and now he was showing off how his body moved. Ojiro tugged at his shirt as he broke out into a sweat that had nothing to do with the heat from the dance floor below. Toshi started laughing watching him react, fuck, he knew what was going through his head. A siren blared, time was up for the people in the cages, Ojiro frowned as he was lowered down and helped from the cage. Looking up, purple eyes smirked at him as he jumped into the group still dancing. Pulling out his phone Ojiro scrolled through the messages. He had the new itinerary from Ibarra already in his inbox. He had five weeks left here than two weeks off and six months on the road. He'd be gone until the Spring. What the fuck was he going to do? It'd been an easy decision to stay away from the brat, fuck weren't all decisions easy? It was the follow through that was tough, the fucking day to day barrage of his huge personality. Toshi had tried everything imaginable to get him to respond in some way, but he'd held firm. The toll to himself though had been almost more than he could bear. And then that night, when he'd seen him taking the woman back to his room, his heart hammered painfully, that's when the reality of life without Shinso took shape in his mind and for the first time Ojiro felt lonely.

Surrounded by the group, Shinso danced with everyone, at some point Himiko had jumped in a cage and was hanging off the bars backwards. He'd watched mesmerized, could he do that? It looked painful. Swinging his head around he could see Ojiro up at the third-floor bar still. He was looking at his phone, scowling, his already intense face seemed sharper. Pulling out of the mass of bodies, Shinso took the stairs two at a time until he was at the upper floor, panting, he pushed through the people, plopping on his elbows next to him. Ojiro jumped back as he came down beside him. "What's wrong?" Shinso smiled up at him.

"FUCK!" Ojiro nearly fell down, the man invading his thoughts had suddenly appeared. "Brat, you scared me," he laughed shakily, bumping his shoulder.

"Sorry, but I was watching you and you looked upset." Black eyes softened, not the cold usual stare of the past few weeks. Shinso leaned into his shoulder, "are you okay Ojiro?"

"No," he shook his head.

"Tell me?" Shinso gave him a puzzled look.

"Later Toshi, when we can hear," Ojiro pointed to his ear, Shinso sighed, the music was fucking loud.

"Let's go somewhere," he offered, reaching for Ojiro's shoulder when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around his body, he jerked around to see Himiko, her face shiny with sweat.

"HEY!" She yelled over the loud music. "LET'S DANCE!" Her small arms dragging him back down to the floor below, Shinso waved disappointedly at Ojiro.

Ojiro watched him stumble behind her, purple eyes never leaving him, he could see the question in his eyes.

Izuku ran to catch up with Kacchan at the elevators, his brain was firing too many thoughts at once. Seeing him waiting at the elevator, red eyes gazing at him, that cocky smile on his face, everything became clear. He wanted this man right now, whatever happened later would be up to fate. "Let's go up," Izuku smiled calmly as he stepped onto the elevator.

"What was that about?"

"I wanted to talk about the fight, with just him."

"Are you my manager right now?" Katsuki held the door for him as they got off the elevator heading back to their room.

"No, I'm your, um," Izuku looked at him with furrowed brows. "What am I Kacchan?"

"I thought I made that clear today nerd, you're mine," Katsuki pushed him into their room. As the door closed behind them, he grabbed him, kissing his sweet mouth. "You're just fucking mine."

"Okay," he laughed in the kiss, letting the blonde push him up against the wall. "Just yours." The kiss changed, his mouth became demanding. "Kacchan?"

"You know the deal is off, right?" Katsuki pulled back.

"I know, that's what I told Shinso."

"You did?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to him about. He was messing with my life."

"Want me that bad?" Katsuki cocked a smile, slowly taking off his shirt, watching those green eyes sweep over his bare chest. He kissed the nerd before he could answer, leaning into him, feeling every inch of his body against his own. "Fuck, you feel good."

"So do you Kacchan," Izuku panted between kisses. "I want you, I've wanted you since we first kissed." Pulling off his own shirt, he slipped out of his pants. Ducking under the blonde's arms, he did a quick spin, "I'm wearing your favorite," he teased, green eyes sparkling.

"Those fucking underwear," Katsuki growled, pulling him back into a kiss. "These are my favorite ones." His hands splayed across his buttcheeks. "Tonight, we're not stopping, Deku," he squeezed tightly, "this beautiful ass is mine, you know that, right?" He gentled his kiss.

"I know," Izuku breathed out in a rush, his nerves were veering between nervous and excited, he tried to relax. "I was hoping you'd say that," he slid his hands around the waistband of the Kacchan's pants, unbuttoning them. "You can't do anything with these on though," Izuku tugged them down, then slowly pulled off his briefs, he gripped his hard cock gently. He kissed his chest as his fingers moved slowly up his shaft, he played with his piercing, trying to remember to keep breathing.

"First," Katsuki's voice was thick with need, "I need to take this out," walking to the dresser, he unfastened his piercing and put it in his box.

"No piercing?" Izuku crawled onto the bed wiggling out of his underwear, hungrily watching his muscled body move.

"Not for your first time," he smiled at the nerd.

As Kacchan turned, his red eyes glowed with such tenderness, Izuku's heart leapt like a jack hammer in his chest. It really was his first time, he laughed, holding out his hand. "You're my first everything Kacchan."

"You are too," taking his hand, Katsuki kissed him again, trying to tamp down his own nervousness, had he ever wanted someone so much in his life?

"I'm not," Izuku poked him, "don't tease me."

"I'm not teasing you nerd," lifting his chin, Bakugou stared into those beautiful emerald orbs, "Deku, you're the first person I've ever wanted in my life, therefore everything I do with you is a first for me."

"Oh," Izuku melted into his arms, "I like that Kacchan."

Laying Deku down, Katsuki leaned over him and kissed him, biting and teasing his lips, then he slowly moved to his neck. He could feel the wave of goosebumps flaring across his skin. He was lost in the nerd's smell, his taste, the violent need rushing through his body was pushing him past his control.

Running his hands over his back and chest, Izuku's nerves danced under his skin as Kacchan's tongue traced him from his neck to his collarbone. Every lick and nip caused a wave of dizzying chills to cascade down his body. His fingers brushed one of his nipple piercings, Izuku sucked in his breath, he touched them both, fingering the small bars, he pinched them lightly. He heard Kacchan groan against his skin, his mouth becoming fiercer, biting at him. A jolt zipped through Izuku's body, he smiled wickedly. Pinching again, he twisted them gently. The blonde shuddered, thrusting his hard cock against his stomach.

"Deku," Katsuki's voice was stern.

"Kacchan?"

"Babe, I'm trying to go slow with you," he grabbed his hands, "next time, okay?"

"I don't want you to go slow Kacchan! We've been going slow for five weeks!" Izuku huffed, wrestling himself free. Wrapping his hands around his hard cock, he slid his fingers up his shaft. "I want you now." Izuku pouted playfully, he heard him breathe in sharply.

"I can't, fuck, I'm afraid if I don't go slow, I'll," Katsuki leaned his forehead on his chest, "I don't want to hurt you, Babe." His body was shaking. "I don't think I'd be able to stop even if I did."

"Then don't stop, you won't hurt me," he whispered, "I promise." Red eyes blazing, Kacchan's mouth came down on him in a hard kiss. One hand reaching for the lube, he pushed his legs apart, Izuku gasped as his hand slipped down between his cheeks, his thick finger sliding into him. Moaning in the kiss he bucked, as his finger found his prostate.

Breaking from the kiss, Katsuki watched his green eyes flutter, "Fuck you look beautiful." He slid in a second finger, scissoring to stretch him, listening to his gasps and groans. "I'm greedy for those noises Deku." He nestled himself against his neck, his lips following a trail down to his pink nipple, he sucked, playing with the hard tip. He bit, gently tugging him, then sucked again hard. The nerd's back arched up towards him as he cried out, his ass clenched around his fingers. Katsuki let out a low, rough grunt, "I can't wait Babe, I need you now."

"Please," Izuku was desperate to cum, his body felt like it was on fire, his nerves already building past his limit. "Kacchan, I want you inside me now." He whimpered, squeezing his eyes closed trying to ignore the persistent warmth that had kicked up to a frenzy in his body.

"Fuck," his hands shaking, Katsuki grabbed his hips, sliding his body down. Lining up his dick to his ass, he thrust into him, feeling him stretch around his erection, he stopped. He kissed his neck, feeling the wild pulse under Deku's skin. His own heart pounding, "I really do feel like this is my first time," he laughed self-consciously.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Izuku clutched at the hands gripping his hips, "Oh, oh fuck, I feel you," he gritted his teeth, "are you all the way in?" he panted, the stretch was beyond anything he'd felt before. He bit his tongue trying to concentrate on relaxing.

"Not yet, I can barely hold on Babe, are you ready?" His voice was hoarse as he held himself back, his body shook.

He was waiting for him, Izuku let out his breath. "I'm ready," his voice trembled as he flung his arms around his neck letting himself go, he gave every part of his body up to the blonde.

"There you go," Katsuki murmured as he felt his body relax around him. He slid in further, until he could feel the hard press of his G-spot at the tip of his cock. His warm walls tight around him, Katsuki paused again, his breath ragged now. Using quick shallow strokes to stay right at his prostate, he rubbed the tip of his cock against him. "You feel so good babe, so fucking good. So fucking tight." Clenching his jaw against the need for release, he continued sliding in deeper with every thrust as his body loosened up, until he buried his entire cock deep into his ass.

Every thrust into his body, Izuku felt another intense wave rolling through him as powerful as any orgasm he'd ever experienced. He tried to thrust upwards and meet Kacchan with his hips, but his body was trembling too hard. "You feel good, so good," was all he could whisper over and over.

Kissing him, Bakugou moved slowly, letting him feel the entire length of his cock. The nerd wrapped his legs around him rocking back into him, trying to take him deeper.

"Not so deep Babe, take it easy," he clicked his tongue.

"Why? Why not?" Izuku was beyond reason, the surging desire whipped through him, he needed something deeper. The flames licking at his nerves were desperate for release. "I need more, please."

"Deku."

"Please Kacchan?"

Hearing his desperation, Katsuki grabbed his hips pulling him upwards, he slammed into him, grinding his hips against him, pushing hard into his body. Sliding back out, he angled upwards pulling him down hard so that his cock hit his prostate directly.

Fire roared out across his skin as Kacchan pushed directly into his G-spot. He shot up off the bed, back arching. He yelled out as a heat spread in his body, pushing up from his balls through his dick, cum spurting across his chest and stomach.

Burying himself deep, Katsuki ground his hips as Deku's body lurched off the bed, screaming, the walls of his ass clenched around him. Bakugou pumped his hips slowly through his orgasm, enjoying the feel of his muscles fluttering around his dick. As he fell back, Katsuki slammed into him as his own muscles tightened so hard, he was afraid he'd cramp. Wrapping him into his arms, he buried himself one last time. "Mine Deku, you're fucking mine." Biting his shoulder with each contraction of his cock, his entire body jerked as the last of his orgasm faded away. Coming down on his arms he kissed him, small kisses on his mouth. He loved the little gasps still escaping from Deku's lips, his eyes wide, unseeing.

"You there?" He kissed him lightly again.

"I am," Izuku laughed shyly, "I didn't think anything could feel so good."

"I'm glad your first time was special," brushing his hair back, he kissed his cheek, "Izuku, thank you for waiting for me."

"Kacchan," he blushed, "it sounds funny hearing my name like that from you." He kissed him, feeling the waves still rocking in his body. "Did - did it feel good for you?"

"Yes," Katsuki laughed huskily, "it fucking felt fantastic." Curling on his side, Bakugou pulled the nerd against him. "I'll clean you up in a second," holding him close, he could feel the nerd's body shudder. "Aftershocks?" he ran his hand over him, he saw the gooseflesh flash across his chest.

"Yeah," Izuku murmured softly, "the warmth in my ass just keeps running through me. It feels like you're still inside me."

Curled up together in the dark, Katsuki kissed his green curls. "You were amazing Deku." He murmured softly, stroking his smooth skin. "I'm sorry how it happened but, fuck, I'm glad we waited." He let his fingers trail down his arms.

"Me too," his voice was distant, sleepy.

"Am I losing you?"

"No, no," Izuku breathed out.

Chuckling Katsuki finally pulled himself off the bed and went to the bathroom, he came back with a warm cloth. "I better do this now before you pass out."

"Thanks," Izuku hummed. The feeling of Kacchan cleaning him was luxurious, he'd never felt more content.

"I think you're clean, unless you want a shower?"

"Mmm, I just wanna sleep Kacchan."

"You always wanna sleep," the nerd was limp. "Okay," he clicked his tongue, "I'd have to do all the work anyway." Bakugou crawled into bed next to him holding him tight. "You sleep," he ran his hand through his green curls.

"Mmm."

"I love your hair, not sure why, always have," he rubbed the silky green strands between his fingers.

"It's because my hair is soft, you're all spiky." Izuku chuckled sleepily.

Patting his own hair, Katsuki smiled, "maybe that's why." He buried his face into the nerd's neck, smelling the soft earthy smell coming off of him now mixed with the scent of their lovemaking. Kissing his neck, he sighed heavily.

"You sound happy Kacchan," Izuku rubbed his cheek, his eyes blinking open for a moment, he could see the smile on his face.

"I am, Deku."

"Me too Kacchan." Izuku smiled as the haze settled on his brain. "Can we do that again?" He felt his head jerk up.

"Now?" Katsuki grimaced, "it's your first time Babe, take it easy. Tomorrow?"

"Okay," Izuku turned and curled into his chest. "Tomorrow."

Kiri sat at the table sucking down water. Pinky had managed to get a pitcher and was filling everyone's glass. "Thank you, Pinks," he called over the music. She blew him a kiss, finished pouring the rest of the glasses and slid in next to him, he pulled her onto his lap. "Are you ready to go back yet?" His hand rubbed her back lightly.

"We should wait for the group, but I am Eijiro, I've been ready for you since I drove into town today," she giggled.

"I hate it when you're gone," his words barely heard over the music. Pinky stared down at him with her beautiful gold eyes encircled by a thin black ring. Kiri loved her eyes, they were so captivating. He kissed her, holding her on his lap.

"Is it time to go back?" Sero called out, watching the two make out. Grabbing some water, he guzzled his glass. He looked around for Yuga, he'd lost him dancing.

"He's over with Shinso," Kiri saw his friend looking for his partner, he pointed to the edge of the floor. Sero could see his blonde head moving to the music, plopping down on a chair, he was getting tired, checking his watch he grimaced it was already morning. "Let's get the fuck outta here."

An hour later, the group walked down the quiet street back to the hotel, the cool air felt good against their bodies drenched in sweat. Pinky teetered to a stop.

"My heels! Red! I'm dying."

"My poor Baby," he lifted her onto his back and grabbed her legs under each arm.

"Great Red, now everyone's gonna see my ass," Pinky tried to pull her skirt down.

"It's such a cute ass though, Pinks."

Stepping behind Kiri, Shinso got an eyeful of her round cheeks hanging out, "he's right Pinky, you gotta nice ass."

"See Pinks."

"Shinso!" She wiggled up trying to pull her skirt down further.

Climbing up the main stairs they headed into the front doors, the hotel was deserted, the bar shut down, they took the elevator to their floor sleepily waving goodnight to each other.

Shinso opened his door, exhausted, he sat heavily on his bed. "Fuck," he needed sleep, but it would take time, if he got any at all. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to push back the thoughts that always invaded when he was alone in the dark. He'd fought the nightmares for years, restless nights had been most of his life. The one night he'd found some peace, sleeping comfortably through the night, had been with him. He laid back on the bed thinking of his face tonight, the way his dark eyes had watched him dancing, he'd been turned on. Shinso knew when someone wanted him. Then the way he'd looked at him when he'd gone to find him, his expression was so soft, completely different from the last few weeks. He wondered what had changed. Ojiro had told him they would talk later. "Fuck later," he grumbled, snapping his fingers, he wanted to know now. Staring at the door, he let impulse lead him. Stripping, he pulled on his sweats with a robe and grabbed a towel. Slipping out into the hall, he raced to his room and stared at his door, taking a deep breath he lifted his hand and knocked. It was fucking later right now.

Ojiro was emptying his pockets onto the small dresser when he heard the knock, looking at his phone he didn't have any texts. Going to the door he looked out the peephole, he could only see a hand. He laughed, "Toshi?" and opened the door.

"At least you're laughing," Shinso smiled shyly.

"What's this?" He pointed to his robe and towel.

"My shower doesn't work, only cold water." He tilted his head, "can I borrow yours?"

"Why mine?" Ojiro looked down the hall, his heart pounding.

Rolling his eyes, Shinso pushed past him into the room, "because you're the only one besides me not having sex."

"Toshi," Ojiro watched him drop his robe and slide off his sweats, he was naked. He let out a strangled sound.

"I'll be in the shower," Shinso flashed him a seductive smile and walked into the bathroom. He closed the door, then opening it again, he popped his head back out, "I'll leave the door open," he winked, "just in case."

Walking to the bathroom door, Ojiro listened to him get into the shower, he leaned on the wall. "Fuck," he'd set the boundary and the second he stepped over that line it was over.

"If you don't want to come in, that's fine, you can just watch me," Shinso purred from the shower, he pushed back the curtain exposing part of his body. "I promise I won't do anything," he stopped for a moment, listening, "pretend I'm high again, I just want my shower buddy." Fuck, Shinso was disgusted with himself, he sounded so fucking desperate, but he was, he'd never been like this in his life. Letting the hot water run down his body, he hung his head watching the door still slightly open, he could feel tears sting his eyes, he squeezed them shut. "Ojiro?" Still nothing, "listen, I really don't want to have sex but maybe we could curl up and sleep together?" His voice trembled.

"Your bed broken too?"

Shinso smirked, "I knew you were there." He couldn't see him, but his voice had been from right outside the door, he wasn't moving. "Fuck, Ojiro, just come in, hold me, kiss me and put me to bed. I really don't want anything else. I'll get up tomorrow and sneak back to my room."

"I can't," his voice sounded raw.

"I know, the rock star and the driver thing, I just," he leaned his hand on the cool tile. "Fuck, I hate this."

"No, I can't come in and shower with you because I'm hard." Shinso's head jerked up, he pulled the curtain back more.

"So?"

"Toshi."

"Okay, okay, wait for me." Shinso turned off the shower, grabbing his towel and throwing it around his waist, he opened the door.

"You're wet."

Glancing in the mirror, Shinso snorted, "I am and I don't care," he looked down, "you're hard."

"I am and I don't care."

Shinso peered at him, "does this mean I can stay here?" His voice reflecting the hopeful look in his eyes

"Not with wet hair." Ojiro took one of his towels and draped it over his head, he rubbed the ends gently. "Should I dry it for you?"

"Yes," Shinso nodded, he would let him do anything at this point.

"Go sit down," pulling out the hair dryer, he paused upon seeing the wet towels littered across the floor. Shinso was sitting on the bed with the sheet pulled up around his waist. Ojiro shook his head, "why do I have the feeling you're a slob?"

"I'm not, only sometimes, like now." Ojiro hung them in the bathroom. Sitting on the bed he plugged in the dryer and began to slowly dry out his purple fuzz. He looked down his long back, "Toshi," his voice was clipped.

"Yeah?"

"I can see your ass, you're naked."

"Oh shit, here," he grabbed the sheet and pulled it around his body. "Better?"

"No, Toshi it's not." Ojiro sighed as he continued drying his hair watching as it slowly bounced up into its usual fluff. He noticed him nod a couple of times. "There's something about having someone dry my hair that makes me sleepy." He shut off the dryer. "You?"

"Yeah, that about put me out."

"So you asked me to go into the bathroom, which I did. What's next?"

"Next?"

"In the shower, you asked me to come in, which I did, then you asked me to-"

"Hold me," Shinso interrupted, glancing at him over his shoulder.

"Hold you?" Ojiro smiled, "okay, wait a second" Going into the bathroom he washed up and quickly removed his clothes, keeping on his briefs, he slid in next to him. Sighing, he pulled him into his chest and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "Can I play some music?"

"Yeah, it's fucking quiet in here," Shinso molded himself into his body. He didn't want to ask him anything, Ojiro was letting him be with him, that was all that mattered.

"It sure is," Ojiro chuckled, clicking on his phone he hit play, a soft song began to play (Bridget Rian, Trailer Park Cemetery) He put his arm back around his warm body.

"What's this?"

Turning, Ojiro listened to the song, "this is Bridget Rian, great song."

"Trailer Park Cemetery?"

"You know it?"

Shinso stared at him, he touched his cheek. "I can't believe you picked this song, it's one of my low-key favorites. It's absolutely where I'd like to be buried."

"You're funny," Ojiro chuckled, pushing his fluff back from his forehead. "Okay, now I've held you, what did you want next?"

"A kiss."

Smiling Ojiro cupped his chin, keeping his gaze on those purple eyes, he kissed him. Gently feeling those lips he'd been watching all this time. They were softer than he expected, he could feel Shinso's body relax into him. Ojiro kept it simple, not asking for more. Leaving his mouth just inches from his. "After the kiss?" His purple eyes looked up at him.

"Sleep - sleep with me, but Ojiro, can we kiss-."

"Mashirao," he interrupted him.

"What?" Shinso pulled back slightly, Ojiro's hands slid into his hair bringing him back to his mouth, continuing the kiss.

"Mashirao," he whispered in the kiss, "I only kiss people that use my name." He couldn't stop, he touched those silky lips again.

"Kiss me to sleep, Mashirao." Shinso opened his mouth letting him slowly explore him, he could taste the whiskey he'd been drinking, bitter on his tongue. A wave of emotion washed over him, he felt safe. Tears welled in his eyes, breaking the kiss, he pushed into his chest.

"Hey," Ojiro cradled his head, "I liked that kiss."

"I did too," Shinso blinked back his tears. Ojiro's thumb stroked his cheek.

"That bad?"

"What?" Shinso furrowed his brow.

"My kissing, is it so bad it made you cry?" Ojiro let a smile tug at the side of his mouth.

Laughing, Shinso wiped his eyes, "It felt good, like," he shrugged, "like I didn't have to do anything." He sighed, "I could just be held by you and everything would be okay."

Putting his arms around him again, Ojiro pulled him against his warm chest, "Ah, Toshi, I'm not sure everything will be okay," he smiled kissing his hair, "but fuck I want to hold you."

"Do I ask?"

He breathed in deep, "you can, you deserve an answer." Ojiro tried to unravel his thoughts, "I stepped back trying to stay safe."

"I'm not safe?" Shinso smiled, he ran his finger along his lips.

"What do you think?" A cocky smile spread across the singer's face, he bit his lip. Ojiro kissed him lightly, "exactly, anything but safe."

"Do you really want someone like that?" Shinso jutted out his chin, "I think safe sounds fucking boring if you ask me."

"Yeah, you're right," he rubbed his fingers over his arrogant chin. "I wanna know what playing with fire will do to me," he laughed, "if I get burned at least I'll be with you." He could feel Shinso's hands running over his body, he dug his fingers into the hair on his chest.

"So, when we wake up tomorrow? I can still hold you?" His voice quiet, unsure.

"You can hold me Toshi, as long as you need."

Shinso's head nodded slowly, "okay, but most important question," he looked up, purple eyes gleaming, "will you shower with me again?" Ojiro chuckled and nodded, Shinso smiled wickedly, "I'm looking forward to that."

"Me too, but now I need to sleep, it's morning."

"Mashirao?"

"Yes."

"Will you do me a favor?"

"I'll try."

"Can you wait to fall asleep? Until me?" he blushed, "I mean until I fall asleep? I know I watched you that one night, but normally, I have trouble falling asleep and to know you're watching, well," he pushed back the fear trying to crawl into his mind. "I might sleep better."

"Yeah, I can do that, as it happens, I really like watching you." Shinso's head dipped down into his chest, hot breath against his skin. Ojiro closed his eyes, desire expanded out across his body from his touch.

"Thanks." Shinso kissed his chest, letting the curly hair tickle his lips. Ojiro's arms were heavy around his shoulders, he finally felt the tug of sleep weigh on him.

Waiting for him, Ojiro could feel his own eyes trying to close. He blinked, keeping himself awake. The warm breath on his chest finally began to soften. He pulled back gently, seeing his eyes closed in sleep. Reaching behind him, he picked up his phone. "Fuck," it was almost five in the morning. He opened his email looking in his drafts, he hovered his thumb over the message he'd been trying to send for over a week now. "Well, Toshi," he looked at his sleeping body, "let's see where this goes," he hit send.

Sitting drinking his coffee and reading the paper Vlad noticed his work email flash, picking up his phone, he opened his inbox. Mashirao Ojiro: Formal Resignation from Purple High. "Fuck," opening the email he read the resignation letter. In the paragraph below Ojiro wrote that if they were willing to not send him away for the six-month tour he would reconsider leaving. "Damn fucking rockstars," Vlad grabbed his squeeze doll off his breakfast table flexing his fist until the eyeballs popped out. He leaned back staring at the ceiling, Ojiro was no idiot, he wouldn't do anything stupid, at least he hoped not, he closed his eyes. Sighing he knew he had to at least give him a chance, he couldn't risk losing him. Tapping out a quick message he hit send and squeezed the doll, its eyes popped out again, one was almost torn off. "Fuck," he needed a new doll.

The quick email response surprised him. Ojiro picked up the phone, he hadn't expected to hear from Vlad until later in the morning.

I'll take you off the upcoming tour and put you on limo duty so you stay in the city. When you're done being stupid let me know. V

Chuckling, Ojiro put away his phone, yep, he'd let him know. Hugging Toshi again, he buried his face in his purple fuzz. He didn't care anymore, if he didn't do something stupid, he would regret it, probably for the rest of his life.

Climbing on the bus, Izuku could hear the sound of the video game. Kacchan was on the couch playing.

"Hey," Katsuki smiled at him, patting the space next to him. "We decided to play until we had to go in for the concert."

"Where are Sero and Kiri?"

"They're in the back playing, what about Shinso?" Katsuki narrowly missed getting killed, he moved himself to a better position.

"Ojiro texted that they went into town to get a surprise, so they'll be back in a while." Izuku settled next to him watching as he made his way through a demolished street on the screen.

"A surprise?" Bakugou watched as his avatar blew up, "shit, I'm dead." Putting his arm over the nerd's shoulder he kissed him. "What surprise?"

Shrugging, Izuku kissed him back, "you know Shinso better than I do, what would be a surprise?"

"Did he go to the animal shelter?"

"Wh - Why the animal shelter?" Izuku stammered.

"I don't know," he ran his hands through his blonde spikes, "letting a pack of dogs loose on the stage might be something he'd do as a surprise?"

Color draining from his face, Izuku clutched Kacchan's chest. "Please, please tell me he won't do that!"

"I don't know, Ojiro's there, he'll knock sense into him."

"Should I text Ojiro?"

"I'm fucking with you nerd," Katsuki laughed, "here," he handed him a controller. "You play Battle Legends?" Deku blinked several times before he nodded slowly.

"Sometimes, when I can, it's one of my favorite games," Izuku picked up the controller.

"No shit? Play with me, I prefer playing with someone, it's more fun."

"Aren't you playing with Sero and Kiri," Izuku looked from the screen to the room down the hall.

"Yeah, but I wanna play with you too," he gave him a small smile as he dropped into the server.

"What do you guys do at the end? If you're all left standing?"

"We try to win, even against each other but usually we're dead by the end, especially if Waffleshit is in the game."

"Um, I'm not sure," Izuku set down the controller, "they're setting up the stage, I might need to go up."

"Then just logout, no big deal. Come on, I didn't know you played."

Picking up the controller again, Izuku glanced at him, a smile playing on his lips, he began to sign on.

Katsuki cocked a brow. "Whatever you do, hang with me, I'll make sure you don't get killed."

"You sure? I might need to keep you from getting killed," Izuku smirked back at him.

Katsuki laughed and slapped his leg, "you're probably right, we'll watch out for each other then." Looking into the kitchen he jumped up, "I'm fucking hungry." Rummaging in the fridge he grabbed an apple. He heard yelling from the back, going down the hall, he poked his head in the room. "What's up?"

"Sero won, piece of shit, killed me at the end."

"You popped out from the bush, you made it easy," Sero teased.

"You in the next game?" Kiri turned, he almost laughed at the look on Katsuki's face, he wondered if he made the same face when he was around Pinky. "Zu here?"

"Yeah, he is."

"Thought so," he giggled. "Can you grab me an apple?"

"He's gonna play with us in the next game," Katsuki started back to the kitchen.

"Cool, what's his handle?" Kiri called after him.

"Hey Deku, what's your game tag? So the guys know who you are."

"Um," Izuku was grinning ear to ear as he signed on, "I'm in the server waiting area."

"What's the smile for?" Katsuki looked at him as he grabbed an apple, he didn't trust the gleam in his eyes

"Oh, shit," Sero sat up in the bean bag as he went into the waiting area, "Waffle's in!"

"What?" Katsuki tossed Kiri the apple.

"WaffleMonster is playing with us," Sero pointed to the waiting list.

Bakugou looked at the screen for a moment. "Shit, well, we need to be careful." Remembering the last time they'd played together, he shook his head, "I doubt Waffle will pull that crap again, fucker, that fucking sucked." Taking a bite of his apple he looked back down the hallway. The nerd was sitting with the controller on his lap, waiting for the game to start. Green eyes looked back at him, the same sly smile on his face. "Oh fuck," Katsuki spun around. "Deku's fucking WaffleMonster."

"Who is?" Kiri looked at him, "what did you say?"

"Izuku is Waffle," Katsuki turned on his heel and stormed back into the living area.

"Did he just say Izuku is Waffle?" Kiri hit Sero, jumping up, they both ran down the hall into the main living room. Izuku was sitting on the couch with a faint blush on his cheeks as he watched them run at him.

"Sorry guys," he laughed sheepishly, "I never told you but I didn't know you hated me until that one day when you were all playing together." The three of them stared at him.

"Are you fucking with us?" Sero looked up at his screen, WaffleMonster displayed under his profile. "Holy shit, we've been fucking playing you for years!"

"Not years, I think Battle's only three years old." Izuku glanced at Kacchan. He was eating his apple watching him, those piercing red eyes flickered with a look he didn't recognize.

"We'd better drop in, we'll see you assholes in the game," grabbing his controller, Katsuki tossed his apple core in the trash and sat down next to the nerd. Sero and Kiri stood staring at him. "Oi, get the fuck back there, the game is starting!" A smile ghosting his face, Bakugou signed into the waiting room. Glancing sideways at him, he had a smug smile on his face. Katsuki nodded, "I won't ever let you win again Deku, I promise."

"Thanks, Kacchan, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," laughing Izuku dropped into the game.

"Damn shit nerd."