Warning, there is an aggressive scene as well as drinking and smoking in this chapter.
Chapter 6
While the duo loaded their car with equipment their manager stood by on the phone rambling about business and the like outside of the house. Midoriya took in the sunlight, watching it bask the flowers and grass before him. The bright green hues flowing across the lawn as the breeze picked up. Stray clouds stood guard overhead, velvety blue peeking out behind them in splotches. A few dogs yapped out as they passed the house, sidewalk skittered with claws when they pulled their leashes. Midoriya smiled and waved to the dog walker, finishing his schedule in his phone. The gentle vibration of buttons beneath his fingertips while he typed out his daily dues. A faint puff of smoke passed by his face, the blonde approaching with cigarette in hand as he took another drag. He stood in his sweatpants, t-shirt while Bakugo had adorned himself with black jeans and a bright orange leather jacket.
"So meet us at Buckley's and we'll let you know if things drag past 10 tonight." He huffed out a cloud of smoke, it tickled Midoriya's nose.
"Okay Kacchan, what should I wear?" He smiled towards the taller man, sunlight blazing against the creamy blonde hair atop his head.
"Eh, shit. I dunno, double danger over there picks my outfits for shows." He motioned to the other man still chatting with their manager. "Y'know you're cute as hell all the time, s'don't worry babe." His eyes piercing through Midoriya as the light struck the ruby orbs.
The greener man blushed, rubbing the back of his neck as he was whisked into strong arms swiftly, a kiss planted on his lips. The loose fabric of his shirt bundled up in the tight embrace he was given, body heat warming him further. A tuft of ice behind him, swooping him around into a firm hug.
"I can't wait to see you again tonight, Izuku." The monotone voice matching the soft smile as he spoke.
"Shoto, y-you have to leave before you can miss someone!" He giggled looking up at the heterchromatic eyes above him, chin resting on the chest in front of him.
"No, I will al-" A wide eyed Todoroki is pulled by Bakugo, his eyes rolling.
"Yeah yeah fuckin' Hemingway over here, we gotta show to do. No time for sap." They loaded into the vehicle, a nice BMW sedan. Pulling off as the wheels gritted against the debris of rock and gravel. Midoriya took his turn into the house, stripping after he closed the door. A fish tank bubbled in the hallway as he made his way to the bedroom. Feet patting across the room while he threw different clothing onto the king sized bed. Clicking his closet light switch, he browsed before opting for a simple sheer white t-shirt and tight skinny jeans. Red sneakers would suffice for this outfit. Maybe a jacket, but he would let Shoto choose that for him.
As he made his way into the bath, the chilly tile pricked at the soles of his feet. A warm embrace followed, dipping into the soapy water. He sighed and leaned back, looking forward to the night's activities.
Shoto's bright flame and snow white hair always led people towards them as they entered the venue. Even using the back door they still had people come a bit too close for comfort, although an overprotective blonde would yell and throw curses their way the fangirls seemed to swoon even more. Two security guards led them inside, where they headed backstage to prepare for the show. A warm glow of neon overhead as they passed multiple doorways, finding their own green room to sit in the last half hour of rest before performing. A creak of the door closing met with Todoroki's mindless tapping between his drumsticks. They took a seat in the cooled room and overheard announcements throughout the auditorium nearby. The same venue as last, it tended to happen in local areas especially when your fanbase hadn't grown nationally yet. The dual user twirled a stick in his hand and gently blew a stray hair from his forehead, focusing on the slender wooden stick moving in his fingers.
"Y'think Deku really wants to stay, half n' half?" His scratching voice broke the focus of the other man, a clink of the stick hitting the floor.
"I think Izuku is as happy as we are, Katsuki." He turned to face his bandmate, dual colored eyes taking in his form sitting. A hand rested on the blonde's head while his legs spread wide in the lounge chair. "Why do you ask such a thing?" The bright crimson eyes meeting his own.
"The damn nightmares he's been having. Fuckin' worried about his shitty ass." He blinked a couple times, leaning back with his hands grasping his head. Staring at the ceiling he huffed out a sigh and closed his eyes.
"You know that is only when he drinks and passes out." A sly grin crept across the normally stoic face. "Is the mighty Bakugo worried about his boyfriend?" He teased the older man.
"Fuck you icyhot! You know what NO I'm not worried fuck you guys. I'm getting so damn drunk tonight." His pink cheeks sulking with a scowl.
The men made their way to the stage, lights buzzing all around as they looked out to the many fans in the audience. The guys were either drug out by their girlfriends or actually liked the music, and most of the girls couldn't get over the two handsome musicians. Once the public had learned of their relationship, it actually generated a lot of positive press for Bakoki. Their manager had warned it could go either way, allowing the men to make their own choices since they had no concrete goals for their public image. They were young when they started the band, fresh out of high school.
A slow tune bumped out of the speakers, bass strumming as the fiery blonde's face and body had been plastered on the LCD behind them. Shots panned between the two as they began their set.
"Feelings come and go, time to hit the road. Can't afford to watch this time move past.."
Both men softly sang in unison, creating a smooth echo behind Bakugo's scratchy voice.
"I'm never going back, moving forward.
Lying to yourself, you don't really need me.."
The blonde's fingers delicately strumming the bass as lights from overhead cast shadows beneath his face. A handsome crimson and ice fluff of hair appeared on the screen, he cast his gaze towards the camera and tapped out to the beat of the song.
"Fiction in your head that you keep on believing."
The stoic eyes stealing hearts as they sang, something about the bad boy, quiet boy dynamic they had. Lights shifted with the tune of the song, the chorus enticing a strobing effect combined with the two voices echoing through the large auditorium hall. Fierce red eyes stared off into the microphone, continuing his musical release as the thump of music hit his ears.
"People come and go, everybody knows..
Love is potent, let you go.."
Turning his head, his cream colored hair shielded his eyes from the stinging lights. It was hot up here tonight, Bakugo thought as he chimed with his bandmate who rocked his head in motion with the song.
Midoriya walked towards the darkened building, nestled between two others on the street. Lamps above shining on his path every few footsteps. The hum of passing cars droned in the air, many late night partiers about this evening.
"Hmm.. This is the place!" He exclaimed, gripping the door handle and heading into the loud building.
A thud of the door behind him was inaudible with the music bumping in the club. Bodies smooshed together in different areas as the greenite squeezed past, searching for an empty table or barstool. Once he made his way to the front of the area, he leaned both elbows onto the counter. Raising a hand towards the bartender he called out for a few shots of rum to begin his night. When did he become such an alcoholic? Probably about the same time he had realized his feelings for Bakugo.. for Kacchan. His Kacchan now. It was surreal, thoughts swirling in his head as he hoisted the small glass, tapping it on the counter and sloshing back the stinging liquid. A clink of his shot glass he took a breath and shook his head. Once more he downed the other two shots, turning to the crowd behind him on the dancefloor. Neon lights and upbeat music buzzing in the room, he led himself into the crowd and started to sway with the group. He didn't hear his phone ringing over the song playing in the darkened club.
Bright orange leather poked out between people as the blonde pulled himself and Todoroki towards the counter.
"Damn.. Packed on a Friday who woulda thought.." He said to himself, not that anyone could hear without shouting in the area.
Holding up two fingers he was quickly met with two beers as the frantic bartender tried to meet each guest as fast as they called out. Handing one to his boyfriend next to him, he took a sip and looked out into the crowd. Smaller than what he had been staring out upon earlier in the night.
"Have you spotted him?" The dual user loudly spoke above the music. Peering out at the people across the room. They would sway and rub against each other.
"Nah not yet." His reply louder to the heterochromatic male.
Gazing into the people he searched, his blood red eyes locking once he saw the ever familiar tuft of green bouncing in the crowd. Eyes closed, Midoriya was grinding against another tall figure that Bakugo could hardly distinguish. His body swaying with the beat and his flushed cheeks alerting the blonde he had definitely been pregaming before he arrived. A smile plastered to the emerald's face as he turned and began talking to the taller man he was dancing upon. A loud thump shook the fiery blonde as the music shifted, and he clenched his jaw before turning to Todoroki.
"That drunk little shit is all over some fucking guy!" He pointed and yelled, eyes glaring as he slammed his drink on the counter.
"Katsuki, calm down. He is only dancing." A low tone shouted and a reassuring hand gripped the taller man's bicep.
The angry blonde grumbled and turned to chug his drink, the bitter liquid traveling into his mouth. He shot one more glare around him, grabbing the scarred man and yanking him towards the little green deviant. Fingers digging into Todoroki's arm, he sighed and followed suit.
"Fuckin' shitty Deku!" He yelled making his way towards the emerald man.
A flushed Midoriya turned, registering the two men approaching as he threw his arms upward.
"Kacchaaaaan!" He beamed, meeting them before they could come closer. "Sh- hicc Shotoooo dance with meeeeee.." He giggled and threw his arms down around Todoroki's neck.
"Who's the damn extra Deku." He voiced loudly, standing behind the smaller man and gripping his hips. He yanked him back against his crotch and began to move with the beat. Lights strobing and gleaming on his face as he looked down over the greener's shoulder.
"O-Oh... hicc.. They.. That.. Don't know." He swung his head back onto Bakugo's shoulder as the dual user sandwiched him between the two taller men.
All grinding with the music. The stoic man leaned down into Midoriya's ear, licking it once before whispering loudly for the drunken emerald to hear.
"You remember you are ours, Izuku." He demanded with a sharp nip at the ear.
The smaller giggled and put his arms up.
"I have TWO hicc boyfriends!" He shouted, though no one could hear him aside from the two babysitters he had acquired. "TWO DICKS BITCHES!" He proclaimed as he continued to grind back against the fiery blonde.
"Goddammit." Bakugo growled, holding the smaller man close before looking up to meet the dual user's lips across from his own.
A fumbling green head of hair tripped over the rug at the entryway. Two sets of arms reached out to grab him, helping him up as he giggled.
"Shoto.. Your house.. hicc.. huge." He smiled with a blushing face. Nose red from all the shots he continued to sneak at the bar.
"You should sit down Izuku." A blank expression paired with the words, prodding the green man towards the couch. His cheeks didn't deny his alcohol content either. He sat across from Midoriya.
A bundled thud of fabric hit the floor as eyes wandered to see Bakugo losing his jacket. His gaze quite intent on the drunken Midoriya now seated on the couch, watching him poke at the figurines adorning the table beside him.
"Oi! Fuckin' got a few words for your ass, Deku!" His gruff voice ringing through the large room as he nearly stomped over to the smaller man.
"Work.. hicc.. on my ass?" He giggled and threw himself down on the couch in his sloppy laughter.
A firm hand gripped his cheeks, causing him to meet the gaze above him as the fierce blonde now straddled him on the couch.
"I'm gonna work on your ass alright, damn drunk nerd." He held the smaller man's face as he worked off his pants. He was still angry about Deku dancing on that damn extra.
Todoroki had wandered off, his own drunken self splayed on the bed playing games on his phone.
The ruby eyes gleamed mean as he sat on the couch, a giggling Midoriya now on his knees before Bakugo. The emerald looked up to the blonde, his hair being gripped tightly behind his head now.
"Kacchan.. I lo-" His face was stuffed with Bakugo's manhood.
A firm grip pushing his head down as he gagged, pulling him up just as quickly as he was smashed down to the bottom of the blonde. A fast rhythm overtook his head as he coughed, saliva dribbling down the side of his mouth.
"Mmph.. Ka.."
He was once again slammed with a thick member down his throat. Bakugo groaned above him and continued his onslaught of the emerald's face, unrelenting in his ferocity. The blonde pulled his soft forest hair tightly as the smaller man gagged, gasping for air every time he was pulled back. His cheeks flushed bright red as small tears began to meet the saliva coating his chin.
"N-Ngh.. No M-Mmph More.."
His breath clawing in and out of his body as he truly began to cry. A feral blonde only yanked and continued to tug the emerald's head up and down his member, groaning as he used Midoriya to satisfy himself. Using both hands, he shoved himself further into the greenite below him as he now stood. He growled as he quickened his pace. Suddenly throwing the greenite down and plunging himself inside of the smaller man. He pumped hard and fast, head back as he groaned. Unwavering in his temper, the greener's tears going unnoticed beneath him.
"Kacchan.. S-Stop.."
He heaved for air as mucus trailed down his cheek, his hands clawing up at the chest above him, shoving at the angry man.
"Katsuki! Enough!" A disappointed Todoroki headed into the room from the hallway, snatching the drunken mess of Izuku away from the greedy blonde. He coddled the smaller man and began to lead him back to his bedroom. He looked back at the huffing mess of a blonde. "You cannot hate fuck people." He quipped before disappearing with the sobbing man he held.
Midoriya's body ached as he groaned and turned on his side, seeing a slumbering scarred face. His breath washing onto him as he continued to sleep. Leaning up, and sliding out of the large, soft bed he padded out to the living room. His knees betraying him as he gripped the wall. Looking into the room his eyes wandered to the couch, a nude blonde lay across slumbering. His legs carried himself back to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower to let the steamy water funnel out of the faucet. He climbed inside, stinging with each droplet hitting his sore body. A faint trail of red dripped beneath his feet as he looked in surprise, touching his backside with a wince. Last night flooded his brain as he cleansed himself. Was he angry? Should he be angry? He pondered while hearing the door click as a tall figure lingered outside the curtain, shifting before entering the shower to join him.
"Deku.. I was.." Strong hands took the cloth from his own, gently rubbing his body with care now. "You didn't.." He paused noticing the few droplets of blood, with his ferocity long gone, he sighed and knelt down in the shower. While he continued to scrub the emerald who peered down at him silently, he saw a frown from above. Freckled cheeks scrunched as he began to glare, an audible huff as he turned the water off attempting to leave a cold Bakugo behind. He stepped out in a quick motion, tumbling down with a screech in surprise, his knees and back throbbing with pain. A fumbling blonde slipped out after him, picking him up into his arms and tugging him close to his chest.
"I'm sorry, Izuku. You didn't deserve that." He softly stroked the wet tendrils coating the sad face he held. So calm, so different than the man last night.
"Kacchan.. I'm sorry too, b-but I was drunk, I didn't mean to! That guy.. I w-wasn't thinking!" He sobbed into the toned chest of the blonde man, who cradled him and shushed his worries with a gentle kiss on the head.
"I know, I was drinking too. It's no excuse and I never want to.." He trailed off, a vulnerable shell now looking down at the emerald he held. "I never want to hurt you Deku. I'm shit with my temper, even after years of therapy. I'm trying and I got out of hand last night." A watery tear slid down his cheek as he felt slight relief from his inner turmoil brought on by his previous actions.
"B-But last night.. I tried to tell you.. T-To tell you.." He stuttered and sniffed once. Looking up from the blonde's chest he snaked his arms around his body, squeezing tightly. "I love you Kacchan." His heart thudding against the walls of his body.
The blonde shushed the smaller greenite, kissing his forehead before bundling him in a soft towel. He carried the younger man back to the bedroom and climbed into the bed with both men.
"I love you both." A heavy arm placed itself over the emerald as his fingertips grazed the dual user's chest.
Still groggy, a single icy blue eye squinted open as the duo tressed man reached to cuddle the two men near him as well.
We just gotta write it alllll out during this quarantine okay? ALL OF IT.
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