*Katsuki*

He knew he lucked out. Shit, he was the luckiest man alive. Izuku wanted him and was with him right now, buying a studio with him, even with their history. Though, he supposed it was about time he listened to Izuku and let his guilt go now. Because Izuku had; he had forgiven him and they had long, repetitive talks about how bad things were when they were growing up, how horrible Katsuki had been to him and it always ended with the same thing. Izuku never hated him, not truly.

So, Katsuki found himself staring at the lease papers where their names were written and signed side by side, naming them as the joint owners of the new studio they had yet to name. And Izuku was snoring quietly under his covers, in his apartment- now also Izuku's apartment- while half on his stomach and one leg curled up toward his chest, like a semi foetal position.

It was difficult to leave the bed because Izuku was so warm and smelled of everything Katsuki never allowed himself to have, that pure goodness in someone he always thought he would take advantage of, but he did it because he couldn't believe Izuku agreed to something so permanent and he needed to trust that this wasn't the last morning they would have together, that he could look forward to another and another.

It was like being married without being married, it guaranteed Izuku would be in his life for the foreseeable future.

They had viewed the space and even with Izuku already knowing what it looked like, Izuku still allowed Katsuki to touch and move, to visualise without interruption what their future could be. They signed two nights ago, and Katsuki since then, fully materialised his plan for getting the buzz going for their grand opening. It wouldn't take long, a month tops, but two weeks at the least, to gather all basic things photography wise and start taking clients.

The plan entailed doing a bare bones photoshoot using nothing but the natural light that came in through the windows at sunset, into the night using streetlights and, because they were located at an intersection, the moving headlights of waiting cars. Katsuki thought it would be a wonderful surprise for Izuku and he was fucking excited to see his favourite person's face when they walked into a bare studio with just his cameras and Katsuki to start with.

While Izuku snored, Katsuki placed the signed papers gently on the tiny dining table before getting to work on breakfast. He wanted today to be perfect. It had been weeks since Izuku thought his photos were good enough, and Katsuki knew it was because he was down about his failing studios even though he was no longer a part of them.

For a moment while the omelette set after he rolled it, he chuckled to himself because when the fuck did he become so sensitive. He wouldn't change it though, because Izuku's smile made it all worth it.

Two weeks had already gone by and Katsuki was nervous beyond awareness of finally being able to sleep with Izuku. He wanted it to be special, which he allowed himself another silent laugh at because he thought it sappy. But Izuku deserved it and he wanted to give it to him. Because he was nervous, he couldn't think straight to even plan a good date.

He almost abandoned his omelette when he turned at the sound of the bedsheets moving softly; Izuku looked infuriatingly innocent and Katsuki wanted to turn his face into something…less innocent.

"Hey sleepy head, when you're ready, there's breakfast." Katsuki smiled at him instead and flipped the omelette onto a waiting plate.

The rest of their day was exactly like all the rest, and Katsuki almost couldn't contain his excitement. When it was 4 pm, and the sun was due to set between 5 and 7, specifically when it littered the air with golden sparks of magic, Katsuki steered Izuku off the bed and into his car, all the while Izuku giggled and swatted and kissed him.

The empty storefront with the shadow of a rectangular sign over the top looked simultaneously promising and foreboding when they pulled into one of the parking spaces beside it. There was parking for the studio underground, they checked, but tonight they didn't need it.

"Kacchan?" Izuku looked between Katsuki and the studio and Katsuki smirked because he knew that look; that excited spark in Izuku's eyes when he was hopeful for something and could almost taste it.

"I wanted us to work on this shoot together." Katsuki said nervously, watching Izuku's face for any disappointment. He was grinning even broader and Katsuki mirrored it.

"With our scars?" Izuku's eyes glanced at Katsuki's exposed shoulder and his hidden stomach.

"Yea, with our scars." Katsuki confirmed. Izuku didn't wait for him but pushed into the front door. Katsuki gave the outside a once over, he always hated that tint thing on the studio opposite the gym because it hid Izuku when he was working while Katsuki was working out, but the reflective tint was still on these windows and he was happy to keep it now that it was Izuku and him, not Izuku and someone else.

Izuku was his, and only when Izuku approved the photos for promotion would anyone else be seeing Izuku's body. Katsuki didn't care about his own, and he knew Izuku liked showing him off; even if Katsuki liked having Izuku to himself and thought it a bit of a contradiction.

Equipment was already set up, and Katsuki would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about just leaving everything of Izuku's out in the open, not just because of the possibility of being robbed and they aren't insured yet, but because he also wasn't sure if he had done it correctly. When he saw Izuku's grin, he knew he had done okay.

"So, what was the plan?" Izuku teased him, stepping into him and lifting onto his toes so their mouths could almost meet.

"Don't be a tease or we'd never get a shit done." Katsuki grumbled against his lips; he wasn't complaining but he was still excited to see Izuku back in his full element. He remembered the first shoot with them alone and their chemistry, even though it wasn't quite sexual chemistry, had ignited in Katsuki his passion for modelling again in a way that Ochako had been trying to for months.

Izuku pulled away and touched the camera, the tripod, the reflector, which Katsuki had unfolded and propped open if only for a little dimension he knew Izuku liked in his photos that he wouldn't be getting out of studio lights since they had none. On the ground beside them were the rest of the lenses laid out, some to use for full body shots, some for details.

"Did you bring clothes?" Izuku looked around at Katsuki after his eyes roamed the bare space and only found white walls, not a drape to use as a backdrop in sight. Nor a suitcase with any wardrobe choices.

Katsuki smirked toothily and tugged off his tank top, then dropped his pants, before he kicked off his boxers and stood naked before Izuku. Izuku was blushing under the fluorescent blue toned light and he looked a light shade of lilac.

"You just told me not to be a tease, then you do that?" Izuku's voice was a hushed kind of whisper. Katsuki snapped his fingers to unglaze Izuku's eyes which had roamed satisfyingly over every part of him where he stood proudly.

"Focus, photographer. You're a professional. Where do you want me?" Katsuki walked slowly, Izuku's eyes found his face and Katsuki almost laughed at the forced determination on his face.

"I'm a professional." Izuku repeated before he swallowed so thickly, Katsuki heard it from ten feet away. He chuckled because fucking hell, he loved him. Izuku's eyes hesitated to leave Katsuki, but he found his setting. "Against the wall."

And then Katsuki had to remind himself that he was a professional too, because there were many things he would like to do against the wall that wasn't modelling. And he obeyed, leaning casually against the wall with his ankles crossed and arms folded; the wall on his back was cold against his skin but Izuku's gaze warmed him.

Izuku removed the camera from the tripod, and with an ease Katsuki could never muster, he let the strap fall around his neck like a scarf before he clicked the shutter, not even hovering it at his eye; his grin was mischievous and hopeful, excited and anxious all at once. Katsuki could see his creativity finally rearing its head, finally peeking a little above the surface where Izuku had beat it under so he could care for Katsuki and not care about everything else.

So he found himself grinning back, happy to recognise this Izuku and this time, happy to do as he was told. Izuku came in close and took shots of his shoulder, of his torso, of his stomach, of his hips and thighs, and calves and his neck, all the light of the setting sun making Katsuki glow and Izuku revered him like a God of the sun.

Izuku never instructed him, and Katsuki danced, he moved in rhythm with Izuku, every click and movement Izuku made, Katsuki stopped or moved and read his thoughts as he was about to make them. He could feel Izuku's eyes like a laser on his skin, heating a spotlight on the surface wherever they met him, searing into his skin and leaving kisses and whispers across him without Izuku having ever laid a hand on him.

Within fifteen minutes, the sun had disappeared. As it was with golden hour, when the sun set and cast a gold hue on everything it touched, it only lasted for fifteen minutes and Izuku slowed, his breathing as hard as Katsuki's, their chests rising and grasping for all the oxygen in the room, stifling and filling them both with each other.

"What now?" Izuku looked at Katsuki's relaxed body, cross legged on the floor with his back against the wall and Katsuki ignored his half hard shaft. A car's headlights swam across his face and he looked at it, squinting, then heard the shutter without any kind of hesitation. He grinned and tilted his head toward the intersection outside, the traffic lights now casting hues of red or yellow or green into the storefront.

"That." Katsuki stood and approached Izuku. He touched the hem of his t shirt and tugged it down then up, working his other hand at the hem of his pants, tugging that down. He leaned his mouth to Izuku's ear and tickled it with his breath on the shell of his ear, the way Katsuki knew he liked it before he whispered, "Put that camera back on the tripod and join me."

Taking the camera from Izuku's hands, he checked the last photo of him squinting into the car's headlight and adjusted the settings to expose them just a little bit more, so it was less noisy and created more bokeh. Izuku did as he was told and the tripod now pointed toward Katsuki and Izuku was holding a remote shutter control in his fingertips, testing with a press, heard the click, and pulled his clothes off. He only looked at Katsuki when he kicked off his boxer briefs, his eyes searching for approval and finding hunger.

Even as Izuku walked into frame, Katsuki heard the shutter, and Izuku was kissing him, and kissing him, slowly and savouring every moment. The shutter clicked until Katsuki didn't hear it anymore, couldn't hear it; only one of Izuku's hands were free and had grasped his hair and tugged it to earn a groan, because his other was occupied and capturing all of this.

Izuku trailed his kisses from his mouth to his jaw, to his Adam's apple, to his collar bones, hovering humidity over his nipple before Izuku was on his knees and Katsuki was in his hand, Izuku's soft palm holding him. Katsuki looked down, surprised, because the shutter punctuated his thoughts and he couldn't understand what was happening.

"No sex." Katsuki shook his head, his entire body protested his words but he couldn't let their first real time here, like this, without a bed or any comforts or food, or without pampering Izuku the way he deserved.

"It's not like that, Kacchan." Izuku's voice was uncharacteristically husky and Katsuki twitched in response, earning a grin from Izuku who pressed his lips to his head and puckered, sucking slightly. Katsuki's eyes fluttered shut before he found his last remaining cell of strength.

"What are you do-" and his words got lost in his gasp as Izuku plunged as much of him into his mouth, his tongue hot and wet against him in a perfect encapsulation of pleasure. Izuku came away gasping and grinning.

"I got the shots that would work, Katsuki. Let me do these shots for just us." Izuku murmured, his lips to Katsuki's shaft before he extended his tongue, warm and wet, slick against him before he took him back and the shutter kept going in an unfathomable rhythm with the changing of traffic lights from red, to green, to yellow and back again, between headlights slicing into them to be ignored because Katsuki couldn't think. It took everything in him to not slide to the floor and give into the weakness of his knees.

When he could manage to look at Izuku, he got glimpses of him in the semi-darkness before his eyes were closed again with Izuku's brilliant tongue gliding along the underside of him, and his throat tugging at pleasure that made him want to plunge deeper.

And Izuku did it, Katsuki's cock found the back of Izuku's throat and Katsuki wanted it again and again, the hot, soft, firm but elastic give of his throat walls and he was thrusting, Izuku's one hand grasped at one of firm cheeks and twisted him on spot so his back was to the camera. Katsuki didn't know what was happening until he felt Izuku's hand slide between his legs, and a finger, Izuku's middle finger, was sliding against his hole and teasing. His other fingers splayed against him, opening him to Izuku's touch and he propped himself firmer against the wall, releasing Izuku's head to steady himself because he wanted this to end, but he wanted it to last forever.

And when Izuku slipped into him to the first knuckle, the shutter mingled with his stuttering moan and with a final thrust, he came into Izuku's throat causing him to sputter and pull away, laughing with mess dripping down his chin and Katsuki spurted some more onto his chest.

"Sorry." Katsuki said with his eyes closed, willing away the stars but memorising the intense pleasure that had ripped through his entire being. Izuku simply chuckled and stood to kiss Katsuki, who, even through the blinding intensity that had only just begun to die in his veins, grabbed onto Izuku's shaft and tugged. He was dripping, lubricating Katsuki's palm as he tugged, Izuku moaned into Katsuki's neck.

"Get rid of that remote shutter, dummy. Let me help you." Katsuki kissed his hair and Izuku linked his arms around his shoulders and kissed him; Katsuki could taste himself on Izuku but he truly didn't mind, until finally their lips hovered, like a kiss without contact as Katsuki worked quickly, and without much effort, Izuku came in his hand and on his stomach and hip and they were laughing and laughing.

They stumbled home without the equipment, drunk on each other and sleepy from doing nothing and everything. They showered quickly before falling into deep sleep and tangled in each other.

The morning after, they returned to the studio with another laptop and sat on the floor, looking through their sex drunk photographs and blushing at what their silhouettes in the dark implied, while some of their exposed body parts simply shouted their deeds to the viewers. The earlier photos of Katsuki in the dark, in the setting golden sun, the photo of Izuku walking into frame, were all perfect.

They weren't all in focus, they weren't all framed right, some were noisy in the wrong places, but Katsuki and Izuku were beautiful. And when Izuku washed it in black and white, just to show Katsuki what he had imagined in his mind, Katsuki was grinning and chastised himself for ever feeling jealous. Izuku was gifted.

His favourite was a photo of him in the background, blurred, but his scars pink enough that they showed in the low light with the filter, and Izuku's arm, his scarred one, in the foreground, in focus, with the dimple at the base of his spine just sneaking into the frame.

It was a story of two lovers finding each other in the dark, with history on the skins, and insatiable desire within them.

A knock on the studio doors ripped their attention away, and spiked their nervous excitement into anxiety. Izuku squinted at the woman in the doorway, but Katsuki recognised her. Ochako. He got up, glancing at Izuku, scared he would somehow change his mind and run away.

"It's Ochako." Katsuki explained lamely, but Izuku just blinked and nodded, then got to his feet too.

She pushed in and looked around, like she was entitled to the space and it irritated Katsuki but he swallowed it. She smiled and greeted Izuku and Izuku, being himself, ran his hand through his hair nervously and waved with his eyes half closed.

"Sorry to barge in like this, but I had to see it for myself." Ochako turned to look at Katsuki and he couldn't understand the look on her face. "The realtor called. Our realtor?"

Katsuki felt dread trickle down his spine. She was still his agent.

"Well, I guess you two did the deed, right?" Ochako flipped her finger between Izuku and Katsuki, and all the blood left Katsuki's face. He didn't want Ochako to know about him and Izuku, not like this. She was his ex, she might be jealous, the way they ended things, she might be vengeful, fuck, this was the worst thing that could happen. But Izuku and Katsuki simply blinked stupidly and Ochako's smile broadened into a bright, joyous smile. "I mean, the realtor said you had cosigned with someone else, and surprise, it's Izuku!"

"Oh." Katsuki felt his chest expand, like someone had loosened a belt, but it hadn't been let out all the way because his heart was still feeling trapped and painful in his chest. She meant, deed as in signing on this place together.

"Well, as your agent, I think I can help out with getting this place some business." Ochako placed a hand on her hip and smiled between them both. She raised her eyebrows. "Don't you think?"

Izuku was stunned and Katsuki was taking too long to think of a response that said no, but he couldn't.

"Can you guys give me a tour?" Ochako glanced around, her hand extending blindly around her and Izuku snapped out of his stupor to simultaneously whimper and say "Yes!".

So Katsuki, Ochako, and Izuku walked into the hallway that led to some tiny offices, and a bathroom, never quite making it into a room before Ochako stopped and patted her body to look for something.

"Shoot." Ochako's brown eyes looked apologetically between Izuku and Katsuki. "I forgot my phone in the car, can you guys wait a sec, let me grab it?"

Katsuki, fighting for air to breathe and grasping for cohesive thoughts nodded. Her heels clacked further away and he looked at Izuku.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know she'd find out from the stupid realtor-" Katsuki whispered even though he swore he heard the front door whomp shut.

"It's fine, and she's right, we should get some help-" Izuku whispered back, his eyes kind and understanding as ever and Katsuki wanted to shake it out of him because if Ochako found out about them, he was scared to think what would happen and how she would hurt him. He didn't care how she hurt him, but hurting Izuku? He would exact revenge on her he didn't think anyone deserved.

"We have the photos, those would have been fine! With our reputations together-" Katsuki was panicking and Izuku was trying to calm him, Izuku's hands were on either of his cheeks, warm and reassuring. Neither of them heard Ochako's approach and they leapt apart like two people caught in an affair under a spotlight on stage. Ochako just smiled her warm smile, shaking her phone in her hand, the screen blank.

"I got it!" Her voice was bright and Katsuki was so suspicious, it twisted his stomach in knots. "Shall we?" She gestured and they properly entered the office while she exclaimed happily how well they would do and talked about all the things they could do with the space to brighten it up and make it just theirs.

But Katsuki's joy was a little tainted by her presence, and uneasiness seeped through him even with Izuku's bright shiny smile beside him.