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Saya awoke.
He felt a body, heavy, but comfortably positioned, breathing slow on top of his.
Cracking his eyes, the light filtered into a... tent?
'Ah.' He remembered now. It was a fort.
Their fort.
His head must of turned in the night, he slowly rolled it back to the left.
And there he was. The Fire Death Explosion.
One of those 'beautiful' people that usually only lived out their days as photographs in magazines.
A bare chest like marble, a slightly thicker bottom lip, perfectly pale skin that the dawn caressed, dramatizing the way he slept. His natural blonde hair was shaded so that at the roots, it was a bit darker than the ends, adding a picturesque dimension to his sharp face; a head full of a really light dishwater locks, with a few sun-kissed highlights looked like a Norse God's to Kasaya, like Thor, and with those closed lids, no one would ever guess he'd have eyes as crimson as fresh blood, as penetrating as a stake to the heart.
Bakugo's hand was on Saya's thin waist, and it was soft like silk, it's fingers spread, dainty. Consuming. For as rough and militant a person as the biker cut was, his palms were the opposite; irony in their touches, in their smooth motions, their sweet holds.
With this man... as Saya watched him breath in peace... He'd shared a part of himself.
Not just a kiss.
A series of them.
Slow. Touching. Then a little fevered. Deeper. Then gentler. A tongue.
A tiny bite.
Then some more.
A face on a face.
Heated breath, tasting.
Smiles in the dark.
Kasaya shivered.
And it wasn't only the intimacy of spoiling each other with feeling something really... very... incredible.
It was that he'd shared everything now.
Katsuki knew his terrors.
Just as Kasaya knew him and understood the gravity that had fallen him, that hurt him, that stabbed his soul.
Suki's inner psychology was like a piñata. It started getting beat up, sticks began whacking away at it. Then it got worse... as he realized that his mother, a trusted family member, was the one that had brought all this on: Exposing her son to the evil of the world too early.
And he hated her for it because of how it had fucked his head.
Kasaya understood the anger now. He got the screams. The 'shut the fuck ups' to people. He got why he hated women. His trust had been shattered apart by one, and Saya couldn't blame him, or think of him as 'bad' for doing so. He himself hated a woman as well, for the exact same reasons, bulldozing over his childhood, hurting him, exposing him to adult, vile things too early, too fast, in a degree that was so acute that it was painful, that it bent his back until it didn't just break, it splintered, and when it busted, it broke into millions, unable to get shoveled up, swept into a dustpan, to even be gathered.
Their pieces were everywhere. Both his and Suki's.
And in it, Saya got the maliciousness, the blonde's mawling madness that he carried around, that set people running, because on the inside, he was bent down on his knees... whimpering, getting whipped like a slave.
Bound with chains, similarly, they were tied to poles in their heads, and whether dead or alive, their perpetrators still brutally whisked them hard with those pig-skin tassels.
The whip's end shaved the skin off.
Together they were there.
But they were not alone.
They had each other in it.
Kasaya ran a knuckle down the side of the sleeping face.
He did not stir.
Undoubtedly, Bakugo would have a hang over.
He pulled his knuckle away, and just watched the sleeping man.
The blonde had told him, if he didn't get Ashley, make her pay, then he would.
That was how strong Bakugo felt about him, Saya was coming to that understanding so quickly since he'd woke.
Knowing who the man was that laid on top of him, whose head was slumbering in the fluffy pillow they shared on his left, with how rash in decisions with his quirk he was, explosive, nitroglycerin, a maniac. Saya had zero doubt in his head, with every fiber in his being, that even though Bakugo had admitted he didn't truly want to 'kill', he bet at the very sight of her, of Ashley, he would not hesitate to emit a god-like firestorm from the heavens of biblical proportions, to destroy her.
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, she would be those cities.
And Bakugo, he would erupt onto them.
Through them, his molten lava would set them ablaze, burning walls, crops, people. He, the dragon, would fly over and swing down his long, pale, scaly neck, seeing all that evil in his glowing snake-eyes, and he'd spew his breath and watch until everything was incinerated, just to revel in what he thought was the deserved justice.
The blonde would murder her.
That was what he was saying last night.
Bakugo Katsuki was a dragon, a red-eyed serpent.
A mythical being, so powerful, that it wasn't the sight of his winged-body, or his firey breath that caused such a peril, a fear, for Bakugo Katsuki, it was his grasping strength in revenge.
He would hunt her down. He would find her. He would burn her alive.
And he would do it all in the name of Satoko Kasaya.
Butterflies went all the way through Saya's body, even up through the roots of his navy hair.
It was that strong. How deeply this guy... cared.
Kasaya's touched his face again, the cheek soft.
Understanding.
He'd never had someone treat him this way, feel this way. Saya relished in every ounce. Tasted every sip. Licked his fingers at Katsuki's overflowing, hateful revenge as if a dessert, the words he spoke last night... they were a delightful treat to his ears.
Because honestly, he did want Ashley dead, even if he agreed to Hisashi that there would be no more blood.
Those words from the blonde were so enticing, like an unbearable sugar icing, they just gave, and gave, and gave... all good feelings that he had his back, just like how he'd started giving Suki dinners, leaving snacks. Katsuki opened a door, made a drink, shut a window, but he also gave Kasaya something else... strength.
A strength that he didn't think he possessed, as he'd kept going through life up until now feeling victimized because he had been victimized.
Telling Suki all these things that had happened, and with how he'd responded; feelings of swelling anger, deep revenge, and intense caresses that he'd never felt before... in one evening, in the matter of less than an hour under the blanket with him, Suki cracked him, and now an open chasm was spitting up life giving fluid.
His cycle of feeling like a victim, it was a geyser, a fountain flowing, and rather than feeling that he should continue on a path of hiding from her, he instead was trying to gather himself, an attempt to survey the area where all those millions of pieces were strung out, just to see where he exactly should start to sweep it into a pile.
Kasaya felt anxious in his stomach, like a bucket of water somehow was being pulled upward out of a well, the type where you know that there was something now that you didn't just have to do, but something that you must do, no matter how frightening.
Their bond was something... something else.
And he knew by how much Katsuki cared, he cared for him the same amount.
Suddenly, the blonde, who had been becoming more and more in-focus in his life, was suddenly under the microscope. In his face. His lips all over his lips. His heart and his head shared with his. It had 'become' something, whatever that something was (as it was undefined and loose right now, which Saya didn't mind), and because of that...
Kasaya made up his mind.
He would not let Bakugo be a murderer. Not like him, not like he'd been made to be by her.
He had no doubt he'd be at his side, or behind him, with one those soft palms on his shoulder, but Kasaya could not let the man sleeping in absolute peace, a pink-tone to the cheeks, those red eyes which he now thought on more as resembling the shade of a fine wine... be the one.
It had to be him.
He had to fight her, he had to fight them. Whatever 'they' were, whoever 'they' worked for, her and her father.
He had to find a way, so he could save Katsuki from himself, not that he needing 'saving', but because revenge, for as strong as Bakugo felt it, Kasaya knew how much it blinds a person.
Kasaya knew what killing felt like, it was one of the worst feelings he'd ever had to carry around with himself.
It's a slow burn on the soul.
But... Ashley's bitchy ass soul, if anyone should stab it to death, it should be him.
Kasaya finally knew where his ownership laid. It laid in dealing with her, facing her, rather than hiding in the dark, behind the UA walls.
He didn't know how long this budding bloom with Katsuki would last, as he might easily be on his way to prison after the court case happens (which left him feeling bad for telling him his sudden and fully realized feelings due to possibly being jailed and gone for a number of years leaving Katsuki alone), but Kasaya couldn't help but be a bit selfish here.
He'd been whacked, smacked, beaten, tortured, cut, pierced. He'd killed, stabbed, raped, burned things, stolen, broke into places, humiliated.
And what happened last night, it felt so... He was getting warm just thinking about it.
Prison might happen. He'd just deal with that, if it came. But he just wanted to be a bit selfish and feel good feelings with this man, for as long as Katsuki wanted to give it.
But something inside Kasaya knew, there would have to be a turning point. He'd have to tell him that prison might be a possibility.
He could be selfish for now, but he couldn't be that selfish. Bakugo on the other hand, was always selfish, he wondered how it'd go with telling him that then. Would he break down? Would he get mad? What in the world would he do? Was it that deep what he felt for him that he'd hang on?
Bakugo was a stone, just as him, but would that understanding seep into his veins and cause a split, or would he remain solid?
That'd be the last thing Kasaya wanted. Making Katsuki hang on, and wait for him while he was in prison, if that were to happen.
But then what if he got a life sentence? Then what?
He'd want Bakugo to go on living life, without him around. It'd be the only thing the blonde could do.
But he knew full well, nobody told Bakugo Katsuki what to do. Nobody.
Kasaya was selfish in these times, wanted to be, but he couldn't be that selfish, not with such an uncertain and possibly tumultuous future that he might be forced to live with a court sentence.
No matter, he'd have to inform him, as quickly as he could. And Bakugo would have to make his own judgment on what he'd want to do.
It was only right that Kasaya tell him, so that he had that in his mind, so that the blonde always will know, so in the choices he makes that that will always be considered, because Saya felt that that is what is fair.
Kasaya didn't mind if whatever was going on here was fleeting. A come and go. He cared for the man a top him, thought he was a most good-looking, lovely, cute and utterly grim and beautiful mix of hate, softness, and anger that didn't make a bit of since, as all these things warred for space in his definition that they were so different, but if he were to go to prison, and Bakugo decided to continue to make decisions towards the favor of 'them' up until that time, Kasaya could accept that Bakugo was thinking of him as a convenient 'thought'. Because obviously if he was in prison, and Katsuki was not... that is what he would be. Right?
Then Bakugo's decisions to keep continuing on, they'd be floaty and euphoric, and that'd make them just a dream.
Kasaya knew he'd be just a dream.
Fair. He had to be fair to Katsuki.
Just like somebody else he had to tell things to right now... Kasaya had to stand up, and grasp it.
He knew it.
He had to be fair with himself too. This was his right. His new stream.
His time.
Katsuki showed him.
His time was NOW.
Kasaya started moving his arm around, to find his phone. His text to Hisashi what needed to happen every morning, realizing from last night he was still in his black boxer briefs.
He smirked. Yes, they'd been drunk, and eventually passed out, but the amount of skin exposure to Katsuki had been so much, all at once. Saya liked the heat that the biker cut radiated. Their unclothed bodies together like that had kept him warm all night.
Kasaya hadn't slumbered that calm and deep in a long time.
The blonde was quite the sleeping pill.
Even if he became nothing but a dream to Katsuki in the neat future, he's still feel these times now, while they lasted.
That was how doomed Kasaya felt. Doomed all to hell.
And he'd doom that wretched witch to hell somehow, if he could. If that was possible.
He found it.
'Here.' He typed into his phone. Sent.
A buzz. A quick conversation:
Hisashi: Little late. I was getting ready to call.
Kasaya: Just drank a little too much last night.
Hisashi: Anything bad happen that I need to know about?
Kasaya: No. Just hanging with Bakugo.
Hisashi: So, everything okay between you guys? I haven't heard much out of you aside from the 'heres' every morning.
Kasaya: Everything's good.
Hisashi: Cool. Have a good day dipshit.
Kasaya: Fuck you.
Hisashi: Haha! I'm gunna come see you soon. I'll be gone for Christmas this year. Most of December. You know that.
Kasaya: Yeh. Where they sending you?
Hisashi: On an aircraft carrier ship. Both Navy and Airmen. I've finally decided my direction.
Kasaya: You have?
Hisashi: I'm gunna be a pilot.
Kasaya: I like that. Hey.
Hisashi: Hey what?
Kasaya: When you come visit before you have to leave on ship, I may have a few things to tell you, nothing bad.
Hisashi: Like?
Kasaya: There's someone I have to talk to first.
Hisashi: Trustable?
Kasaya: Not sure, but I feel I have to.
Hisashi: Hmm. You know how I feel about that. Be careful. You never know who the fuck she's associated with.
Kasaya: I know.
Hisashi: Well hey, I gotta go. Tactics Class is starting here, gotta hide my phone in my jacket.
Kasaya: One more thing.
Hisashi: Okay? Only one, then I gotta go.
Kasaya swallowed. He hadn't said this in a long time. But something in him wanted him to know it. He'd done as much as he fucking could for him.
His brother may be overly sociable, drug him into some situations that he didn't feel comfortable in, and had the tendency to grab him into hugs and shake him to death, only for him to start smacking him to let go, but he'd also released all almost all the emotion controls she'd had on him. He'd hid him, successfully kept her away. He'd taken him under his wing, gave him money, provided for him, aided his habits so that he could forget, and try to be stable. Hisashi is putting together a court case together that they swore they will win as brothers, even though that Kasaya feared he'd be sent off to a penitentiary.
Even when his father smacked him away, and he was looked at as the bane of family, that black sheep no-gooder, out to trash the Satoko name, Hisashi was the one that took him.
With no question, his brother took him, and he stood up to their father, trying to reason with him, but the man was too cut and dry. What their father seen with his own eyes was always what the man concluded as the truth.
But it was the fact that Hisashi had stood up to their father for him.
It had left their dad tiffed off at Hisashi for a few weeks, but that lifted as he was the favorite son. The one set to graduate with honors, that was restoring the Satoko name as the other had destroyed it.
Kasaya: Hisashi.
Hisashi: What?
Kasaya: I love you.
Hisashi: :) Why you saying that?
Kasaya: You've done so much for me.
Hisashi: You're my brother. That will never stop. I love you too. I gotta go!
Kasaya: You have a good day asshole.
He was here. Really. He really was. Just like his first text to Hisashi this morning that said 'Here.'
Bakugo had grounded him. Not just his body pressing him down in the sheets right now as he slept, but inside too.
Kasaya felt 'awake'.
He had to tell his brother he loved him. He didn't know what was going to become of the choice that he was getting ready to make, and he knew that Hisashi would be weary, untrusting, just as much as him, but Kasaya was somehow more okay with what had happened to him now. Admitting all that stuff to another person, someone who actually understood, rather than giving him a big spiel on how he should 'live his life', or a speech about how to turn it around.
Katsuki just 'got it'. That was all that Satoko had wanted in anyone, but had never expected that he could get with the sheer amount of atrocities he'd been made to commit. No other person could handle that. He wouldn't of been able to share all that, not without them running away, screaming. Not with a normal person.
Bakugo Katsuki was not normal, but secretly just as screwed up in his own way. And because of what they shared, it had unlocked a piece of himself. Katsuki had opened a door inside him with a skeleton key.
It was time for Hisashi to lay down a piece of the staff he'd held in his honor these two short years that he'd been protecting him, funding him, helping him... because like Saya had thought before he'd opened his phone, it was his time.
It was now.
It was beginning.
The disaster that he was... time to start cleaning it up, rather than locking it away in a closet. Time to grab that broom and start sweeping somewhere, anywhere across his landscape.
It was no longer his brother's responsibility.
It was his.
To prevent Katsuki from possibly doing something about it. To prevent a snap decision he knew full well would happen if blonde would make at sight of her.
If there was to be a kill, if he decided to go against Hisashi, it should be his.
Ashley would be his only true kill.
And it would not be an order from her.
It would be ALL Satoko Kasaya.
Then it would be on his conscious that he hadn't been controlled to do it, and not on Katsuki's.
Kasaya cruised around under the blankets and found something else stuffed right under Bakugo's left thigh, crunched up inside his rode-up athletic shorts... The blonde's phone.
The one that he'd used last night to turn on the flashlight... to set his eyes on the scars. The ones that weren't his, that he'd never claim as his, but had no choice except to live with. Especially the really nasty one.
Bakugo got so pissed.
Kasaya was thinking back on it. He was crying all over him, it was obviously for him.
'Yes.' This was the right decision. Saya knew it was.
Bakugo gave him strength, by showing he was not alone in his fucking shit ass world, and that even in that darkness, like the darkness under the blankets last night, from terror, and fear, and sadness, can come bonding and warmth.
Satoko swished his finger across Katsuki's phone, typed in his password.
It was the third day.
Today Bakugo was due to speak to the professor.
No need, because Saya had his answer for him.
Kasaya was not thrilled, but he knew this was something he had to do.
And so with blonde in mind, and the feelings that he knew they shared, he mustered up the strength to start tapping words on the screen:
Bakugo: Aiwaza. Are you awake?
Aiwaza: Yes. Early for you kid.
Bakugo: What do you have in mind for Kasaya? To help him?
Aiwaza: Why? Did he say something? Is he accepting?
Bakugo: He wants to know what it entails.
Aiwaza: Merge School for starters. It'll help his brain not be disassociated. We can get them to merge together. Then we'll go from there.
Bakugo: What does that involve?
Aiwaza: Aside from a very strenuous physical test and massive amounts of study, there's also a period of time where he has to be put in a chamber, hooked to different sound waves. Deltas, gammas, betas. It's a series of peaking and falling.
Bakugo: Do the waves harm?
Aiwaza: No. I went through Merge School myself. If anything it's just mildly annoying. The brain responds to sound waves rather easily. Never done with adults though, usually Merge School happens in late elementary.
Aiwaza: You're rather chatty today.
Bakugo: Just asking questions.
Aiwaza: So, does he want the schooling or not? It's required by the government. He has to do it in order to be deemed a safe person in society.
Bakugo: Look, it's Satoko.
Aiwaza: Oh.
Bakugo: He told me about what he's doing for you. Watching me, telling you.
Aiwaza: I see.
Bakugo: I don't give a shit about that. So listen, here's the deal. I have decided I will do the Merge School. I have decided I do want to gain more of an understanding and a control over my quirk. But I need something from you.
Aiwaza: What can I do to help?
Bakugo: I won't do it if Bakugo can't be there. I don't trust you, I don't know who you are. But I do trust him.
Aiwaza: I understand. I accept that.
Bakugo: If he agrees, when is the soonest we can get this over with?
Aiwaza: Winter break is coming up soon. Merge School is usually a month long, it would fit into that time period. Unless you have plans for Christmas.
Bakugo: I don't.
Aiwaza: And what about Bakugo?
Bakugo: He might. That's up to him.
Aiwaza: I would bet a partial amount of the time he might not be able to be there due to visiting family. Are you okay with that then? It might just be you and I at that point.
Bakugo: I guess if I have no other choice, I'll deal with it. But that doesn't mean I trust you.
Aiwaza: Okay. When shall we meet up to discuss the tentative schedule for MS, if he agrees?
Bakugo: Whenever is convienent. I'll talk to him today.
Aiwaza: Monday, after homeroom we can meet in a teacher lounge. There's meal block where neither of you have classes. The lounge is the deans, it's personal and quiet. I'm sure you're not set on telling anyone. Especially with what happened in the dome.
Bakugo: Yes. And let's not talk about that.
Aiwaza: Fine with me. I'll send directions to the building. You and Bakugo be there a little after noon and I'll get us all lunch.
Bakugo: Fine.
Saya took the phone and laid it down gently.
That conversation stirred him up.
He right there just openly spoke to Eraserhead.
It wasn't actually speaking, it was just texting, but that was enough. He didn't know him at all, and he didn't want to let him in on what his past was like, he didn't trust him to know shit.
He was a hero.
A professional one.
And Kasaya knew what professional heroes did.
They turned people in.
Kasaya had been made into being a cold-blooded hitman, and that was exactly what she used him for. Without a doubt, Aiwaza would turn him into the police in a heartbeat.
"Mhmnnn."
Satoko turned.
Bakugo was stirring.
He watched as he slowly came back to life, his body getting more animate as it went along, but he could tell he was choosing to remain rather inanimate, being sluggish and probably hung over.
An eye slit open. Immediately closed. "Uh. Fug." Bakugo tugged on a sheet. "Bright."
Kasaya smirked. 'Oh yeh.' He had a hang over. For sure.
Saya responded by helping out, and pulled all the blankets and covers back up over both of their heads, re-surrounding them in the same darkness as last night.
"Hey." Bakugo lipped under the blankets and into the darkness to Kasaya once he felt the guy was done.
Somehow the navy-haired teen could hear the sounds of Suki's mouth move, and he knew that those sounds were the sounds of a smile, an upturn of the sides.
"Hey." Satoko mouthed back, he closed his eyes now, moving his arms in a more comfortable position. He kind of felt like laying back down himself, still pretty knocked from last night. He felt the gentle hand on his side start moving its thumb back and forth. Ah, that felt so good.
"Good mornin'." Bakugo mumbled, not pronouncing it well. He scooted his body off the other, and with the hand on his side, he pulled gently a bit to indicate he wanted Kasaya to roll on his side, to face him. Saya did, and it made Bakugo jump a little as he felt a hand come around his waist. "Hn. Scared'me."
"Scare you? Right." Sarcasm. Saya was teasing him already.
"Hn. Come'ere." Bakugo's bicep tightened and it gently pulled Satoko into him... closer, closer, then so close that he couldn't reel him in anymore. He wanted a reboot of that touch from last night, just his body next to his, that'd be enough.
Katsuki wanted to feel the man he woke up next to. He didn't want it to be to complicated right now, not just as he'd arose. He wasn't ready for his mind to start rushing him with thoughts, and running him through the ringer of 'why he was acting this way, doing these things with a male', which he knew full well it would when he properly got up. He liked him, but his head would start the inspection of that more in-depth as soon as he started getting around.
Right now. He just wanted simple.
He just wanted Kasaya in his grasp. All that mattered was that the person he poured his life out to last night was still here, and he was. That brought a pleasant feeling to him. He'd not been abandoned. Kasaya remained, and that pleased him, and because of that, Bakugo wanted to hold him so close again. The blonde viking of a man (as that was his temperament, absolute chaos on the battlefield) was happy with the pleasing evening, and welcoming morning, and he wanted to keep that invited pleasure in his grasp, in his bed as long as possible.
"I'gotta tell you'somethin'." Satoko.
"Hmnm?"
"I used y'phone t'text him already."
"Hmn. My grandma say'anything?"
"Nah. Nothin'."
"Eh. I'll hav't'call her later." He wetted his lips, feeling joy in the touch of the body he was allowing his body to share it's sleeping space with. "What'd y'say t'him?"
"I'm takin' him up on th'offer." Kasaya said that in a strong whisper, his face close to the other's. He felt a hand get stiff, then it loosened again on his waist, then it stiffened, obvious the other was thinking.
"Why?" It came out plain, dry. Bakugo wanted an answer.
"I'm not'okay with hidin'behind th'walls here anymore."
"Hm?" That was a sudden change. Bakugo opened his eyes in the dark. Sudden courage, sudden decision. Not normal for Satoko, not normal for his 'roommate'. Roommate. Was he that... still? He was, he knew he was. Whatever tastes they fell into with each other, at the root, they still lived together, and had to make that work.
"I won't be'a fuckin' victim. That's gunna'end." Satoko wanted to be clear with him. "Y'told'me you'd kill her." He swallowed. "She's not yours t'kill. She's mine, if that happen." There was a distinct twinge in his tone.
For the morning, which is supposed to be for waking, that tone spoke annihilation, triumph, a click of evil it had. The opposite of Satoko's usual calm tone, the one that settled Bakugo Katsuki. And so, the sound of a smile again was heard in the dark by the long-haired teen.
Knowing. "It's because I'let y'in on my hate'of her. Y'doin' this f'me or f'yourself?"
So intellectual. Bakugo already knew. Saya felt Katsuki's palm spread it's fingers out on his waist suave, his other hand going under his waist in-between where his side connected with the bed. Arms, layered with thick, sinewy muscles, yanked to pull Satoko's body a top him, rash and without warning.
Satoko let it happen. 'Ah shit.' Suki's form was below his form now; it was warm, smelled slightly sweaty, a distinct aroma that filled the entire bed, under the blankets. It was intoxicating in itself, his elbows went on both sides of Suki's face, and he could feel Bakugo's breath exasperating heavy into his.
They shared air.
Saya knew the tone in his newly found ownership in 'the kill' of the woman that abused him, it had sparked something in the other. Something playful and dark, as if Katsuki was telling him he approved of that demeanor without having to say a single word.
The smell of Bakugo's aroma intensified as they laid there, breathing into each other. Katsuki's hands soft, sensual.
It dawned on the navy-haired teen: sweat. It was filled with amino-acid nitroglycerin, that only he could spark a fire to, it was in the fibers of the sheets, the blankets. He wondered how dangerous it was, was it like gasoline? A few drops here and there, and if lit on fire, would it burn him alive... on accident?
Bakugo would never do that. He was confident in thinking that, but as the blonde began to push on his lower back, egged him closer, a silent plead to him to give him what he wanted, and Saya's piercings scraped into the other's pale chest under him, Kasaya remembered another thing, something that just occurred to him last night, which had fueled him to shoot up and start drinking away, aside from some thoughts of that fuckin' woman that wrecked him floating around: The richness of the smell. It wasn't just that his sweat was in their bedding, but it was excretion itself that left behind that unique aroma.
It was in his bed from the few times he'd let him lay down on it, so he could color in his 'tattoo'. It smelled like something he couldn't place. It was not unpleasant, but it made him restless. It made Kasaya somehow come to desire the other.
To fall into a heat.
The past week had been utterly hard. At first, he didn't get why it was that he couldn't sleep, aside from the insomnia. He kept laying there, staring at the ceiling, arms behind his head, trying to relax, but somehow every time he'd laid in his bed the past seven days, some sort of rush kept coming on him.
That was why he'd been up last night. They'd went to bed earlier than normal, vetoing going out and messing around with his quirk, latching someone on to do stupid, innocent stuff to them, but as Kasaya laid there, in his bed, he'd began feeling drunk, and he hadn't even drank more than his usual few 3 ounces before bed!
He was so confused in that aura.
The feeling swept him it was strong, pleasurable, it filtered into his senses, and it held him down into his mattress. It blew him away. He was strangely aroused, and like a lace curtain over his form, it coated his body, and it kept getting tighter and tighter, that fabric of aroma, pushing him down further into the bed. He caught his hands under the sheets moving downwards along his torso, his head kept lulling to the sleeping blonde, then back, like he was induced in some sort of 'state'.
Filthy. Fucked up. He'd jolted out of bed.
He'd screamed in his head 'SON OF A BITCH!'. Thinking at the time that some trailing stirred up 'things' lingered from that shower room incident, and that was why, but as soon as he forced himself to stand shakily out of bed, and that smell suddenly disappeared as he opened the window... he knew.
It was Suki. It was his smell all over his damn mattress that was swaying his body around.
Kasaya thought that he was going psycho.
He DID NOT touch himself.
He would not do it. He couldn't. He barely looked down in that area. Wouldn't let his palms feel the scars, he didn't want to touch their ugliness, he couldn't look at his completely naked form in the mirror.
It was a weird body problem he now had after she'd made him cut everything up, nearly made him cut everything off.
So for him to start falling, succumbing into something like that... sexual, that was not him. It made his body jump, hairs to stand on the end.
"Answer me, yeh?"
A finger came up to his chin, to turn his face to the other's pale paladin face, which he couldn't see under the blankets.
It was habit they both had started doing to get each other's attention. It was so much more personal than that elbow 'pinch and grab' Bakugo had done to him the other day. And the way Bakugo said things to him when he wanted an answer! The blonde always ended it in a 'yeh?'.
Affirmative.
It was how he knew he wanted him to speak. Now. Commanding Bakugo was of him.
But the way it was delivered to him, those statements ending in 'yeh?', they were too damn soft, and they fucking shook him up, heated him in areas that he didn't know could be heated inside his body. Like a warrior inside a harem, having an evening of course, well-deserved sex, Bakugo spoke to him occasionally in the voice he'd just spoke to him in.
A 'bedroom' voice.
Answer me, yeh?
Kasaya felt gripped into him every time he did that.
It was a part of Suki's character that was slowly beginning to bring Saya to his knees with him, aside from the man's scent. It stirred him. 'What the hell?' What were these feelings that he kept having? "For th'both of us." Resisting, it was impossible.
"Good." It took him long enough to answer. And... he wanted things from him now. But to the blonde's surprise, the man he'd pulled on top of him, began to sink, and a nose was on his, so confident in that move his roommate was. How nice. He couldn't help but smirk in that knowledge that he liked him too. That brought a fizzle to his fingertips as he touched, rubbed, and now, wrapped his thumbs on Kasaya's hip bones. They were such deep V's.
One thing at a time, but Suki was quick at letting go.
Why'd he like and find a male's body enticing?
The abs of Saya, his thighs, his chest with the nipple piercings (so crude to him they seemed), everything hard, but yet when they molded against his (beginning to be) equally as cut body, it felt not hard, but so incredibly fitting. 'Ah.' His mind was waking.
"Come with me." Saya whispered.
"Where?" His hands shot a little low. He hoped he didn't care. Saya's throat made a noise that turned a little dial inside his body. Bakugo felt that stomach on his stomach, their abdomens were seamless. Perfectly in-tune.
"I told Aiwaza I'd'do it." Satoko licked his lips, under the blankets, it was so much. So much. "But not without you."
Suki laughed sudden, quick. It was snappy and closed quick, ending in a large, toothy smile against Kasaya's right cheek. He let his voice into Saya's ear as he closed his arms in ownership around his waist. "I don't like being invited along."
"I know."
The next whisper was lower, and it made Saya shiver all the way up his spine:
"You are th'only exception." Bakugo was reveling being in-charge right now. He liked it. He liked man-handling him. Just a little.
Kasaya had to know. He had to bust the barrel open. Fair. He had to be fair. "What if I go t'prison hm?"
"You won't."
"I might."
"I'll find a way." He touched that face, put a finger on those soft lips. "There's always a'way." He couldn't bare the fucking thought of this man going anywhere right now. For one thing it was too early, and he's just woken up. Two: NO. Just no. He's just come to grasp that he liked this guy, why did it have to get complicated so fast? It was just huge in itself that he was allowing himself to roll around with this guy like this. Huge that he was accepting his own feelings. Huge that he was as calm as he was with understanding what this might mean about his outline.
He might be... Katsuki couldn't say it.
To society.
To peers.
He might be: Gay.
His mind floated it for him.
He might be. 'Fuck.' He was not bringing this up to anyone. He would not speak about this to anyone.
"I... I..." Kasaya stammered. This was. Not what he expected. Bakugo's answer did not make him out to be a 'thought', a fun-time, as he'd thought earlier if Katsuki accepted the knowledge that he might possibly go to prison and still make a decision to be 'like this' towards him.
Instead, what Bakugo's response it suggested was that he would fight his ass off to make sure that that WOULD NOT happen. That he would not only stand aside him in dealing with Ashley, with that hand on his shoulder, but that he would struggle and rip away until he found a way for him not to be imprisoned, if it were to come to that.
Saya had never thought that that was an option. It never occurred to him... that someone would be willing to put in that much effort.
Kasaya's whole being in that moment shook, and Bakugo felt it, clutching him, lacing his fingers across his lower back now, not letting him move away from him an ounce.
Like a planet's entire force, Bakugo Katsuki was the gravity that held Saya down on the soil.
The blonde raised his knees to help aid Kasaya's bottom half to settle in. Bakugo rocked his hips just a tad left and right in an effort to widen them out enough for the man. He wanted them wide. He wanted that body to feel comfort in his. He lifted his hips a bit, and finally he felt Saya's body mold into a good position.
They were barely clothed.
Bakugo's face was tangled in the other's long navy hair. He felt Satoko stroke his hands all the way around his upper body, in a deep, protective hold. Bakugo savored. Whispered: "Give me what I want."
Darkness.
Satoko was inside his ear too: "I want that."
That shot chills all over Bakugo. His throat spoke out for him, it 'mmhm'ed'. The blonde couldn't contain. 'Yes.' He needed this touch. He needed that mouth, this spirit. It ate at him not to have him.
Kasaya felt that familiar sense of eroticism coming on him. Bakugo forced him on top of him, and in doing so, he now had him pinned down. Did he like that?
Saya could smell him. His scent. Strong, powerful as it was enclosed under the blankets.
And how was it that they were talking to each other like this?
What were these sentences saying to each other?
They both knew: Attraction.
It was attraction.
Silent, but being shown.
Saya was unsure, but moved his fingers along Bakugo's sides, tips tracing. Slow.
The other responded, stuck his thumb's edges under his waist band.
Kasaya swallowed.
Bakugo teased, and snickered at the pop of it as he let it snap lightly, letting it go.
"Mean." Saya commented. His want of him had increased so much after he'd said there was always another way. That he'd find a way not to let him get locked up. That he's take that on himself. The blonde's care was devouring.
"Is it?" The biker cut moved a hand up and put it on the back of Kasaya's neck, bringing it down fully into his space. 'Can't be helped.' He started by placing a wet lipped kiss on the navy haired man's equally as stirring lips, still covered completely by his hair, like as if what they were doing with one another wasn't secret enough, it was like that fall of hair, kept it even more clandestine.
They kissed like this for some time, so sexy that Bakugo's unconscious mouth travelled to the side of the mouth, the cheek, a nip at the mid-jaw. A taste of right under the same spot, on the soft tissue under the bone.
A groan from the one above.
Bakugo quickly found himself lost as fuck. His mouth at sea among a wave of tight flesh, succumb. The man above, arched neck, fully out, taking it. Bakugo felt a vibration in that throat as his lips met the skin, as mindlessly his tongue started to peek out, the texture on it beginning to swipe it's way across the patchwork of strong muscle.
In tandem, a motion.
Among the heat between Saya's skin and his lips, in that millimeter of space, Bakugo breathed a light, shivery, lasting moan.
Saya was enjoying. The tongue lathered it way to the lithe part at the very back of his neck, and he felt teeth graze. His mind raced. What did he want? He'd never said, what had he meant? He had no idea what this made them, but he didn't want to think about that right now. Then the one below him bit, not hard, but enough. "Mhm!" Satoko piped, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut at the sudden, sheer pain. Exhilarating! His heart picked up speed, raced.
Fast, Bakugo responded. A little buck upward, fingertips under, slowly slid inside of boxers. Cautious they worked down the sides of thighs. Bad. It was a bit 'bad'.
"Wha. Stop." Breathy, Satoko gasped, Bakugo let up on his bite.
"Hmn?" The blonde slid his hands out. Damn Saya's skin there was so soft to the touch. Why'd he stop him? He thought something was... well it was going on.
"Scars." Saya was not set on them being touched again.
"I know." Bakugo whispered into his ears. "I don't care."
Kasaya shivered at that. He... he didn't care? "I... I do."
A whisper: "If you're so bothered..." Bakugo chuckled, placing his lips back where they 'belonged', he'd not let them travel anymore today. He shared a remarkable kiss with the other again. Heavy. Weighted. He pulled back to finish. "let me cover them."
"Hah?" Satoko mouthed back. He didn't get it.
"Mmm." The biker cut tilted his face to where he could make a secondary kiss deeper, then parted it. "Let me draw somethin' over all of them."
"Wha... why?" He sat up a bit.
"So you don't have t'fear when I want t'look or touch you there."
Satoko practically gasped. He'd just openly admitted to wanting to putting his hands all around there. There. Down... around there.
"I want my mark there. Not hers."
Kasaya wondered since when Bakugo had gotten so... sweet. He let his head fall into the pillow and sheets next to the man's below him, heart pounding so fucking deeply. Gods Suki was so consuming, already he was ready to place a since of ownership on him. That reminded him of Ashley, but damn it, he was NOT her. Bakugo took all the good pieces that were supposed to be present when someone mewled over someone intently, and put them in all the right spots.
What the did this mean?
The long-haired teen didn't know. But it sure made him smile like he never had before. Smile into the sheets, into Bakugo's hair to place a soft kiss on his cheek.
Bakugo knew that meant yes. He grabbed him up and squeezed him.
They laughed from it.
So stupid all this was to them, so crazy.
But, what'd it matter?
They both snagged the feeling. It raced their minds, captured them.
If it was crazy, then, it was crazy.
So be it.