"Is this right?" Bakugou peered at the home nestled into the uniquely tree lined street. "This looks like a house." The traditional style home had a wooden black sign outside the front with Shingo Kaneko Law Office lettered in gray. "You don't see many districts like this in the city, he must be fucking rich."

"This is one of the older areas, not as densely packed," Shouto peered out the window. "There are other places with business signs, most likely a mixed-use section, people living where they work." Parking in front of the home, they got out of the car. Smoothing his suit as they approached the front, Shouto saw a sign in the window. Come in. Opening the door he stepped into what was once the foyer of the home, now a tiny waiting room with high back chairs tucked into the space. There was another door on the opposite end that had a light switch. Another sign, flip on when you arrive, was taped to the wall. Shouto hit the switch and a light bulb flickered on above the door. He looked back at Katsuki who was sitting on the edge of one of the chairs. "You made an appointment, right?"

"Yeah, I did." He glanced at his watch, "we're early."

A rustling sound behind the door interrupted them, a latch moved and a man poked his face out.

"Hello?"

"Shingo? Shingo Kaneko?" Katsuki surged to his feet as Shouto held up his identification.

"Y-yes, sorry, you're a bit early," he motioned for them to enter into a dimly lit hallway. Moving ahead of them, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, twisting them nervously as he walked into his office. The room was dominated by a beautiful cherry wood desk, he pulled out two chairs. "You can call me Kaneko, please sit, can I get you tea or coffee?"

"No, we're fine thank you," Shouto sat as the man perched on the edge of his chair, his thin face pale.

"Sorry if I'm a little jumpy but having criminal investigators show up on your doorstep is a bit unnerving."

"You're a lawyer though?" Bakugou looked around the office. One wall was completely covered with a bookcase overflowing with books. "Don't you talk to the police all the time?"

"Oh, I do estate law mainly, trusts, wills, things like that," he twittered. "I rarely have any reason to talk to the police."

"I see," Katsuki pulled out his notebook and pencil.

"We're here because of an investigation into counterfeit Pro Hero items that have been identified in a few mainstream shops." Shouto pulled out the list of stores they'd been interviewing. "You're one of the top ten retailers listed in the city." He furrowed his brow, looking over his shoulder. "Do you have a side business here?"

"Counterfeit items?" Kaneko's stomach flipped. He could feel the hot flush of fear rush to his face, sweat trickled down the side of his cheek. They know, raced through his mind. Panicking, he threw back his head and burst out in forced laughter. Holding one hand up in the air and using the other to cover his face as he discreetly mopped the sweat from his cheek.

"Yes, several pieces..." Shouto's voice trailed off as the man started laughing wildly. Katsuki glanced over at him, brows raised.

"Sorry for the outburst," he waved his hand, swiping his eyes. "It's just," he giggled, "being called a retailer of Pro Hero items." Collecting himself, he gave them a patronizing smile. "I'm actually surprised you're not familiar with me." He waited a moment but neither one of them reacted. "Well, believe me, I'm not just any hack trading kiddie cards. I'm one of the most sought after, well-respected collectors in our prefecture, perhaps our country-"

"If you're trying to impress us, you're failing miserably." Katsuki snarled, interrupting him. "Why the hell would we know you?"

Sitting up straight, Kaneko pulled at his suit jacket, "my Pro Hero collection is one of the most highly regarded outside of maybe Kezu Kioku or the head of Shimizu industries. I actively purchase and trade pieces as they become available. I assumed you knew me based on who you are," he steepled his fingers under his chin. "You're both on my top buy list." He grinned wide, "I recognized you instantly, aren't you in some police program? I heard it on the news."

Pausing Shouto sat back, this man was definitely strange. "We are investigators, one of the many jobs that were developed for former Pro Heroes."

"Although many went independent," he stared openly at Todoroki. "Your father

started a financial company." Motioning to the files stacked on his desk, he smiled knowingly. "I've already had several clients call this month advising they've moved their money to his firm." He cocked his head, "it must be nice to have that kind of name recognition." Shouto's face flushed red as he thinned his lips, his face expressionless. Feeling more confident, he glanced back at Bakugou, "and didn't Hawks get into the entertainment sector? A pop idol now?"

"Yeah, I heard something like that," he held up his notebook, giving him an irritated scowl. "Back to the questions."

"Right, of course, so while I do purchase and trade memorabilia on occasion, I'm not like those more common commercial shops." Settling his hands down on the desk, he sighed, "I'm not sure how I managed to get on your list."

"According to the records you do purchase and sell items?" Shouto pushed the sheet of paper across his desk. "All Pro Hero transactions have to be registered, see here," he pointed to the row of items. "You sold or bought over two hundred items in the last three months."

Leaning forward, Kaneko's eyes widened as he read the registrations. "Oh, well, in these past three months, I guess that's correct but those were for the museum."

"The Pro Hero Museum?" Glaring at the man, Katsuki's instincts were popping off like the sparks on his hands, he was either bat shit crazy or nervous as hell, he could smell the reek of sweat on him.

Bobbing his head, he hummed softly. "Because of my reputation of acquiring unique and difficult pieces, I was contacted by the government to help them find items for their new Pro Hero Museum." He picked up the sheet of paper scanning the columns. "All of these were trades or buys for the museum. The pieces came from private collections, such as my own. The government purchased several pieces or took them on loan for display."

"Loan for display?" Shouto jotted down some notes.

"When someone owns something so valuable that a museum or city can't afford the piece, we work out a loan of sorts. They display and pay for the privilege of hosting, unless it's a donation. Some of these pieces worked out that way." He nodded towards Bakugou, "your suit is on a donation program."

"My suit?" The muscle in his jaw twitched as he squeezed his notepad tightly.

An apologetic smile crossed Kaneko's face. "Sorry, that must be a bit, well, uncomfortable for you." Red eyes narrowed, a vein bulged along the blonde's neck. Kaneko coughed, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

"Wait," Katsuki thought for a moment, "how did my suit end up as a loaner? The government stole my shit when they shut everything down, they had it already. Why the hell are they borrowing it from someone else now?"

"Ah, yes," Kaneko turned to the credenza behind his desk. "Some of the pieces in the museum are from the original confiscation, but," he searched for a folder, "there were some inconsistencies."

"Inconsistencies?" Shouto echoed.

"Did you see the recent appointment of Nakama Arisu as head of the National Police?" Kaneko laid the folder open, pulling out two sheets of paper, he slid them towards them.

"Isn't Nakama Captain Aizawa's friend?" Katsuki glanced at Shouto.

"Yeah, I think that was her name," picking up the first paper, he read the article.

"There was a scandal, it lasted all of about two seconds in the public's eye, but I caught the story since I have a filter for anything regarding Pro Hero artifacts." He waited as Shouto read the blurb. "The original story disappeared as quickly as it showed up, then," he pointed to the second paper, "that story came out."

Katsuki picked the second news story. "Says here what we already know, that the National Police Commissioner, Oh Keade, retired from his position." He handed the paper to Shouto. "What's the big deal about that?"

Kaneko leaned back in his chair, rocking slowly. "The original article that was published, was written by some no-name journalist and exposed a potential huge scandal for the government."

"Is this serious?" Shouto held up the article. "This report claims that there were a large amount of hero artifacts being funneled to private collectors and the money was being pocketed." Shouto looked at the second article Katsuki had handed to him. "And according to the reporter, Oh Kaede was getting favors from rich collectors and lining his pockets."

"That's bullshit," Katsuki growled, "he could be an ass, but Oh was by the book on everything."

"Did you know him?"

"Yeah, he was on sight at-" he paused. "Well, after the bomb that went off in the southern ward." Shouto gave him a quick look, the story that had been leaked to the public about the destruction had been that All For One had rigged the area with explosives.

"I'm curious how a story like this got squelched?" Shouto shook his head, "this isn't something that could be easily overlooked."

"After the government shut down the Pro Hero agencies, Oh Kaede was charged with confiscating all of your equipment and revoking the licenses." Kenako leaned across his desk, his voice dropping low. "My guess? It wasn't him, most likely he took the fall for someone else." Kaneko tapped his desk. "That was one of the reasons why I took the job at the museum. I was curious how many pieces were still left with the government."

"What did you find out?"

"I found a mess," Kaneko snorted, "it was so disorganized and mislabeled, I don't think anyone could figure it out, even with all of my knowledge, it was impossible. What I do know is that there were some lucky bastards that got their hands on prime collectibles. Then those people all turned around and sold it back to the government, or got huge fees to loan it to the museum."

"And you didn't say anything to anyone?"

"I, uh, did, but I don't think anyone was listening," he smiled weakly.

"Can we have a copy of these?" Shouto handed him back the articles.

"Sure, it was public information," Kaneko loaded them into the copier on his desk.

"Also," Shouto added, "we need to know who you worked with to acquire these pieces for the museum? We'd like to speak with a few of them if possible."

Another sharp laugh escaped Kaneko as his printer spit out the sheets of paper. "I only worked with private owners, and as you can imagine," he glanced at him, "some of them would have benefited greatly from this arrangement. I'm not sure they'd be happy if you contacted them."

"We're not investigating stolen Pro Hero equipment," Katsuki bit out, "only counterfeit stuff."

"For now," Kaneko gave him a long look, he shrugged as he turned off his machine. "I'd have to review my notes on who I worked with on the trades."

"Did any of your own pieces make it into the museum?" Katsuki squinted at the man, he couldn't figure him out, he was giving them information but something wasn't right.

"I did."

"Why would you do that?"

"Prestige, having part of my personal collection in the museum." His black eyes glinted proudly, "it's quite an honor. Some of those items I've had for years, so I decided it was time to sell." He raised his eyebrows, "since the dissolution of the Pro Heroes, the market value of those items has gone up over ten times their originally inflated prices." He splayed his hands in the air, "I can understand why someone would try to pawn off counterfeit pieces right now, although, it wouldn't be the first time."

"It wouldn't?"

"Oh goodness no," Kaneko laughed. "There have been several cases of counterfeits. Mainly criminals or loners that need to make a fast buck, but if you know your product," he chest puffed up, "like myself, you don't get tricked."

Looking at his watch, Shouto stood and handed Kaneko his card. "We've taken too much of your time already Kaneko, thank you. What we'd like is for you to put together that list of people and send that to us. We'll go to the museum as well to cross check everything."

"Be careful," he took his card. "These people aren't just anyone and some may even be people you work for," his hands twisting nervously again. "I'll try to get the list together but they may think you're investigating their involvement in this scandal. Some of them signed non-disclosure agreements, I'm not even sure I can legally reveal their names." The skin on his hands turned white as he wrung them tighter, "if you try to contact them, things could go in a way that you might find undesirable."

Standing slowly, Katsuki leaned across the desk, "that your computer?" He pointed to the system on his desk. Turning around, Kaneko nodded and looked back at him. "We can confiscate that or you can give us what we need. Obstruction of an investigation could be a little undesirable for you," Katsuki smirked as his black eyes widened, a flicker of fear in their dark depths.

"Okay, Bakugou," Shouto tapped his shoulder, the tension was filling up the stuffy room quickly.

"Yeah, let's go," he turned and walked out into the hallway.

"Thank you again, we'll expect that list by?" Shouto paused expectantly.

His face tightened, "I'll see if I can get you everything by tomorrow. If that works?" Shouto nodded. Moving from behind his desk, Kaneko bowed slightly. "Do you need me to walk you out of the office?"

"No, we can find our way."

Hearing his front door close Kaneko sagged into his chair, letting out a low moan. Flicking the card Todoroki had given him with his fingernail, he pulled open a drawer. Fishing the key out of the back, he unlocked the cabinet behind him and grabbed the cell phone tucked in a box. His hand was shaking as he pushed the call button.

"Yo! Kaneko!" The voice was loud enough to be heard over the sound of metal being ground by a machine.

"Akio, I just had a visit from a couple of investigators on counterfeits hitting the streets." He clutched the phone tightly, his whispered trying to control his shaking.

"What!?" There was the sound of a door being slammed, the machine noise quieted. "I thought you pulled all those pieces."

"I did," Kaneko hissed, "but only the ones that came to the museum."

"No, that fucker said that was all of them."

"Then he lied."

The low chuckle that echoed over the line sent Kaneko's hair standing on end. "That little shit, gonna mess everything up, typical low-life assholes." There was a slight pause, "who were the investigators?"

"Oh, um, the new Pro Hero unit, Todoroki and Bakugou."

"Pro Heroes! FUCK!"

Pulling the phone away from his ear, tears sprang into Kaneko's eyes. Fear sliced so hard through his body he almost peed his pants. Crossing his legs, he tried to speak normally. "They want a list of my associates that provided pieces to the museum." Leaning over in his chair, his stomach twisted in knots. How did he get caught up in all of this? He closed his eyes and rocked his body gently. "I tried to explain that it might be difficult."

"Give them the list you fucking idiot!" Akio's voice was hard and raspy, Kaneko grabbed his dick, his bladder pushing hard now. "That makes you look suspicious and I don't need that right now. I'll deal with the kid, along with everything fucking else." There was a long pause, the dull roar of machines sounded in the background.

"Um, Akio?"

"Fuck, I need to figure some shit out, just give them the list and get them off your back." He let out a sharp breath, "otherwise I'm gonna need to erase those two-"

"I'll send the list to them!" Kaneko yelled, hanging up the phone. He didn't want to hear more. He was in too deep already and now everything was spinning out of control. "No, no, no," he whined, jumping from his chair. Racing for the bathroom, he unbuckled his pants and threw up the toilet seat. One hand braced on the wall as he relieved himself, he leaned into his elbow. Tears slipped down his face. "Such shitty luck." If he'd only walked away from that offer from the museum. "My pride," he wiped his wet cheeks on his sleeve, "my damn pride."

Akio sat down at his beat-up metal desk, sweeping his arm across the top, papers flew off the side. "Fuck! Stupid idiot." Setting his phone down, he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk. Pulling out another phone, he dialed it manually, punching in each number. Sliding his fingers through his hair he waited until he heard the click. "Sensei," he barked.

"Akio." The calm voice was soft and lilting. "You need to take a moment and relax before calling me."

"Sorry," Akio mumbled. Closing his eyes he tried to take a calming breath. "Some Pro Heroes just talked to Kaneko and are digging into the museum artifacts," he couldn't keep the irritation out of his voice, clearly it hadn't worked.

"Mmmm."

Waiting, Akio wondered if Sensei would say more. The line stayed silent. "And we haven't found the woman yet, we think she may have gone into the homeless camp."

"Then we'll pick her up soon enough."

Pushing the phone hard against his ear, Akio tried to hear the barely audible voice. "What about the police searching for her?"

"Do something to keep everyone chasing their shadows."

Akio nodded to himself, his mind already working. "Okay, okay, I'll talk to Yusa, we'll think of something."

"I know you will, Akio, I always put great faith in you."

"Thank you, Sensei."

"Tell me, has there been any new progress?"

"I haven't seen today's notes yet. I read yesterday's notes this morning and it appears the transfers started working, but only for a short while."

"Mmmm." The phone line was still quiet, an eerie heaviness of silence.

"That was all Sensei, I hadn't checked in yet today, so I thought I'd call." Akio bounced his leg nervously.

"Good, I'll keep an eye on the two investigators, I can control them easily, don't worry. Stay focused on finding Suguta, I want to know what happened, it's very strange how she reacted. We can't have her talking to anyone, Akio, it's very important."

"I know, Sensei, I promise we'll find her. I was thinking I could pull up the footage from the main homeless camp. It's possible she's somewhere in that area."

"I love the way you think Akio, so smart, always so smart." Hunched over his desk, Akio's face flushed a deep red. The gentle voice continued, "update me when something changes or if you find her."

"I will Sensei." Ending the call Akio tossed the phone back into the open drawer, slamming it shut, he locked the metal hinge. Sitting back, he rubbed his chin, his face still burning red. He knew he was good, hell, he and Yusa were the only ones Sensei truly trusted and even then, Yusa didn't know everything. Opening the door to the shop, the machines roared in his ears, he would find that woman.

"I didn't like him," Katsuki maneuvered through the streets back to the station.

"I noticed," Shouto peered up into the sky, thick clouds were moving in, he'd read there'd be rain over the weekend. "Why?" Katsuki started to say something and then just shrugged. Snorting, Shouto stared at him, "how many years have you been doing that to me?" His voice dropped an octave as he mimicked his voice, "My instincts Icy Hot." Poking his leg, he smiled, "that may have worked in the past but now we have to go by the book. Until we prove someone's a criminal, we can't treat them that way."

"So, let's investigate him, prove he's a fucking criminal."

"To what end?"

Turning into the underground parking structure, Katsuki wrinkled his brow in confusion. "Why else? To figure out if he's the leader of a counterfeit ring."

"Okay, okay," Shouto mused, "let's say he is a counterfeiter. Why would a prestigious lawyer, who prides himself on his personal collection, suddenly after years of buying these pieces, decide one day to defraud the system?" He shook his head, "not only would it be stupid, it would devalue the collection he's already spent a fortune and a lifetime acquiring. It makes no sense." Katsuki pulled into one of the reserved spots for investigators and took off his glasses, clicking his tongue.

"Doesn't need to make fucking sense, in fact," he tucked his glasses in his pocket and grinned. "The more it doesn't make sense, the more likely it's true."

Shouto rolled his eyes, opening the door. "Oh! That's the other one I hate! Really? What kind of logic is that?" He stalked to the elevator.

"When have I been wrong?" Katsuki caught up to him, jumping ahead to push the button.

Laughing, Shouto elbowed him, "most of the time! You only got it right when Midoriya figured out your screwy thinking." He flinched, Shouto's smile faded. "Shit, sorry."

"Don't be," punching the button a few more times, Katsuki sighed. "Maybe you're right," seeing the look of shock on Shouto's face made him chuckle as he got onto the elevator. "But," he held up a finger, "you could be wrong."

"Wow, that was brilliant, Explosion. I'm putting that down as the greatest quote of all-time."

Grabbing his wrist, Katsuki deftly spun him into the corner of the elevator, caging him with his arms.

"On the clock," Shouto mouthed quietly looking for a camera.

"Oi, you brat," the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-grin. "I'm just making sure you know how fucking sexy you looked today, Mr. Investigator." He drawled, leaning in close he could feel Shouto's heart pick up speed. "And I believe you still owe me, so tonight you better pay up." He leveled a fiery red gaze on him. "I will come and collect what's due." Winking, he pushed back just as the doors slid open to the main lobby. Sauntering off the elevator, he waved at the woman now manning the front desk, sliding his badge over the electronic pad, the double doors swished open. Stepping into the sensor to keep them from closing, he waited for Shouto.

"Bakugou?"

Spinning around, Captain Aizawa stood with his badge up about to swipe the sensor. "Oh, hey Captain, we just got back."

"You finished your interviews?"

"Captain Aizawa," Shouto walked up and side stepped behind Katsuki to give him room to pass. Glancing down at Kat's pants stretched tight over his round butt, he bit back a grin. Keeping his eyes on the captain, he laid his hand firmly on a plump cheek and squeezed hard.

"We did, we-" Katsuki's voice faltered, eyes popping wide "We, uh.."

"Still good at communication, Bakugou?" Shouta shook his head. "That's why I teamed you up with Todoroki." Walking past them both, he beelined for the door waving over his shoulder. "I'm done for the day but I'll be looking at your notes tonight, make sure everything is uploaded." Without turning around, he headed out of the lobby.

Looking over his shoulder at Shouto, Katsuki arched a brow at him, "was that on the clock?"

"I was thinking," Shouto patted his shoulder as he walked by him through the doors. "I'd really like to buy you dinner twice." Laughing over his shoulder, he headed down the main corridor.

Sitting down heavily on the park bench Ochako sighed. "That place is huge!" She groaned, her head falling on Kiri's shoulder.

"It is big," Eijiro leaned against her. "And it's awful."

Ochako twisted around seeing the troubled look on his face. "Are you okay?"

Playing with his hands he frowned. "Remember I said I used to patrol this area a lot?" He glanced back at the massive tent city that engulfed the old ward.

"You did," Ochako sat up, she could hear the pain in his voice. "Sorry Eijirou," she grabbed his hands. "It's hard to see things so out-of-control."

"And not be able to do anything about it," Kiri's lower lip quivered. He'd never felt so stupid or helpless as walking through that homeless camp. People clearly recognized them and for a brief moment hope lit up their eyes until he showed them the photo of Suguta Ren, asking if they'd seen her. Then the light had faded from their faces, and the look of sheer despair that was reflected in those desperate eyes had crushed him every time. "I'm not sure I can do that anymore," his voice slipped into a whisper.

"I'm sorry," Ochako's eyes glistened. "I know, I can't stand to see good people hurting so badly either." She hugged him tight, both lost in the visions of complete ruin that had assaulted them all afternoon. Her phone chirped, pulling it from her pocket, she read the text. "Momo and Denki are finished, no luck and it sounds like they're pretty beat too." She stood slowly. "We can send the notes to Matsuura, she said she's going to create a temporary file for us."

"Okay," standing, Kiri looped his arm around her. "Can I buy you dinner?"

"Oh," Ochako blushed, "I'm pretty tired."

"Something quick? Maybe to-go?" He tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.

Pausing, she saw the deep sadness in his eyes, her heart surged for her friend. "Sure," she tucked her arm around his waist. "My place isn't far, let's get some food and drinks, maybe we can cheer each other up."

"Here," Shouto passed him another beer, they'd ended up at his place to eat and finish putting all the notes into the system. They'd moved to the couch, their laptops on the small table.

"You sure?" Bakugou's hand paused over the beer dramatically.

"I'm not your mom."

"That's for fucking sure, she's be three sheets to the wind and pouring vodka martinis." He laughed, lifting the bottle to his lips while taking a long drink. Shouto just smiled as he looked back at his computer.

"Oh, hey, look at this," he sat up. "I was searching the system with the words counterfeit and hero based on what Kaneko mentioned." He angled his laptop for Katsuki to see. "A few recent cases popped up."

"You think someone has started up again?"

Clicking on the most recent case, a password request popped up. "What's this?" He furrowed his brow. "I've not seen a password request before."

"A password?"

"Odd, Matsuura didn't mention we needed any passwords." Clicking on the next case, the full history pulled up. Pictures of three men flashed on the screen with their identities. "This one doesn't require a password."

"Captain said he was going to be up tonight reading our file, ask him. Maybe he forgot to give it to us?" Typing in the last of the notes from their interviews, Katsuki leaned back on the couch stretching out and took another drink of his beer.

"Good idea." Standing, he brushed his hand through Kat's blonde spikes, "more food?"

"No, I'm good but I appreciated you buying dinner," his red eyes gleamed.

Moving his hand down the side of his face, Shouto traced his thumb over his full lips. "You're welcome," blood surged through his body as his dick swelled tight in his pants. The damn blonde was so fucking hot he couldn't stop himself. Kat nibbled on his finger and licked the tip. Shouto wedged his knee between his legs, spreading his legs open as he bent over him.

"I guess we're off the clock now?" Katsuki mouthed around Sho's finger. A sweet tingling of warmth flooded his senses but it wasn't enough, he wanted more. Running his hands up Shouto's muscled thigh, he palmed his now swollen erection. "You know why I let you buy dinner again?" Bakugou squeezed his cock through his suit pants.

"Because you're broke?" Shouto breathed out, his heart beating erratically. He heard him chuckle as he sucked on his finger harder.

"Fucker," Katsuki laughed swinging his hand up behind Shouto's neck, he dragged him down for a kiss. "Because I've never had anyone do what you did to me." He captured Shouto's soft mouth, running his tongue over his lips. "I want you to do that to me again." He pushed his tongue into his mouth, exploring his warmth. Pulling back, he slid his teeth over Shouto's bottom lip as he unbuttoned his shirt, tracing every inch of skin he could touch. Tugging it off of his shoulders, his gaze wandered over Shouto's naked chest. "Fuck, if I'd known you were hiding this body under that suit all these years." Wrapping his arms around his waist, he licked at the grooves in his abs. "I should've stripped you a long time ago."

Laughing, Shouto grabbed his head and hauled him in for another long kiss, stroking his cheek. "I used to see you working out all the time, imagine how hard it was for me, actually knowing what was under your suit all these years." Katsuki drew back blinking.

"Wait, you liked me before?"

"You're kidding right?" Shouto lightly kissed his jawline. Katsuki pulled his face away, his red eyes trained on him.

"I'm serious Sho, I thought this was just recently." He tipped his head, "an escape from all this bullshit." Shouto winced, holding his face between his hands. Katsuki could feel his cool fingers on one side and the growing warmth on the other.

"You know, for a smart guy Kat, you are the dumbest man I know." He cupped his chin, "I'll admit sometimes I didn't like you much at UA, I respected you though. I'm not sure when it happened, maybe four years ago? I saw you one day and something just clicked in my head. I got the biggest erection looking at you and had to run to the bathroom to snap one off. Barely looked at you for the next month, I was afraid I'd get hard instantly."

"Four years ago?" Katsuki was mesmerized by his gorgeous eyes focused so intently on him. "I thought you were angry at me," he remembered back when he'd become distant, almost aloof.

Leaning down, Shouto hovered above his mouth, tracing the curve of his lip with his breath. "I was angry at you," he whispered. "Being so close to you but not close enough, I wanted more but I didn't know how, I was frustrated and angry." He kissed him lightly. "For a while I thought you were in love with Midoriya."

"Deku?" Katsuki let out a quick laugh, Shouto kissed him deeper, his knee driving up pushing his legs open further. Relaxing, Katsuki enjoyed his taste and the feel of his hands on him. "I stopped thinking about him in that way after we opened our own agency together."

The words took him by surprise, Shouto pulled back staring at him. "You were together?"

Pausing, Katsuki cocked a brow, "are you jealous?"

"No - No, I mean, it's just-"

"It wasn't anything, okay? More of an idea, basically a crush." He traced his mouth as it turned down in a deep frown. "Seriously Sho, I was so fucked up during UA. My own jealousy tore me to pieces and almost destroyed my friendship with Deku. Once I finally got my shit together, I realized there were some feelings there. When we started working together, we got drunk one night."

"And?" Shouto struggled to keep the impatience from his voice.

"We fucking kissed." Shouto sucked in a breath and started to stand up. Grabbing at his retreating shoulders Katsuki gripped him hard, pulling him back down. "What's the fucking big deal? I kissed someone I thought I liked years ago!"

"Did you do more?" Shouto felt stupid for getting upset but he'd actually hoped he was wrong about them.

"No! It wasn't what we thought. We'd become different people and decided to just be friends." He grunted at the cool look on Shouto's face. "Don't pull that icy shit on me brat." He squeezed his cheeks gently. " Are you telling me you never kissed anyone before me?"

"Sorry," Shouto tried to shake off the hurt. "I worried you two were in love." He ran his hands down Katsuki's body. "It kinda struck a chord to hear that you actually were into each other."

"Sho," Katsuki kissed him again. "I'll always love Deku, he's been such a huge part of me and my life." He could feel the cold on his shoulder from his touch. Gripping his icy fingers, he drew them to his mouth, tenderly kissing each one. "But for the last few years, I've had my eyes on someone else." He laced his fingers through his, "learning so much from him." His skin grew colder as he squeezed Shouto's hand. "And even though you're a damn brat, I didn't realize how much I enjoyed working with you and being around you until I wasn't anymore." He waited until he leaned back into him. "I'm not sure what's gonna happen with us, but right now, I don't want to be apart from you, I like doing this shit with you."

"I like doing this shit with you too." Capturing his mouth, Shouto moved with a sense of urgency now, desire driving him hard. Pushing him down roughly on the couch, he tasted his warm skin as he unbuttoned his shirt. His hands running over his shoulders and chest, he traced the scars that littered his body. "You know, I've been looking forward to seeing you naked all day," unbuttoning his pants, he tugged everything off of him and tossed his clothes on the floor. He took in his beautiful body sprawled out on the couch, "definitely worth the wait." Dancing his fingers along his body, he enjoyed the sound of his moans. Touching one thick scar on his side that was still slightly pink, Shouto kissed it, "I remember this one."

"Yeah? Me too, that one hurt like a bitch."

"Only time I've seen you get tricked like that," Shouto mused.

"Didn't fucking get tricked, bastard had a twin," he twisted away from his mouth annoyed at the memory. "Are we making out or fucking judging my mistakes?"

"Stop," Shouto grabbed his wrists and nibbled on his lips. "I'm not judging, I was being serious, in all the years we worked together you're crazy good about figuring stuff out before someone got the drop on you. I've always admired that about you."

Looping his arms around his neck, Katsuki grunted. "Kiss more, admire less." His body had been restless to feel him since he'd grabbed his ass at the station. "I'm more interested in your fingers than my instincts." He breathed, tugging at Shouto's hand.

Standing up Shouto yanked him from the couch in one motion. "Let's take this to my bed then." He walked them both into his bedroom, pulling off his clothes as he shoved him down on the bed. Crawling up over his body, he stared at him. "You do look fucking gorgeous tonight."

"Yeah?" Katsuki pulled himself up on his elbows, his cock bulging at the lustful gleam in his eyes. "Never been called gorgeous," he let out a deep groan as Shouto sucked on his skin, leaving small red marks on his thighs which he slowly pulled apart. He jerked his legs closed. "I, uh, maybe I should've bought dinner."

"Don't Kat, I'm not going to hurt you." Shouto looked up with a wicked grin, "unless you want me to." He warmed his hand letting the intensity of the heat linger on his sensitive skin, he saw him flinch. Pushing his body between Kat's muscular thighs, he held him down, uncertainty flickering in his red eyes. Pulling out the lube he slathered his hands, fingering the crown of his cock, he slid his hand down further to cup his balls. "Remember how it felt the other night?"

"Oh fuck," Katsuki closed his eyes, the feel of Shouto's warmed hand around his cock sent him careening to the edge. "Don't make me fucking cum too fast," he gritted his teeth as his fingers caressed him, squeezing his cock.

"I want you to cum fast," Shouto licked just the tip of his dick, swirling his tongue to slurp off the pre-cum pulsing from him. Moving his hand faster, he slid his mouth down his full length, running an icy finger up the inside of his thigh into the valley of his ass, tapping lightly on his hole.

"Cold," he hissed as Sho plunged his slender finger into his body, the iciness invading Katsuki's senses. As his fingertip brushed firmly on his g-spot, he shivered. "Fuck, that - that feels good." Warmth and cold vibrated through his body, Shouto slipped in a second finger. The stretch shot straight to his cock, moaning loudly he twisted upwards as cum pulsed from his balls. A warm hand stroked him through his orgasm as Sho's lips sucked the tip.

"There, feel how relaxed you are now?" Continuing to massage his prostate, he added another finger watching as Katsuki fell back into the bed, his body completely limp.

He couldn't argue, the orgasm had flushed his body with endorphins. Closing his eyes, he felt like he was floating. Shouto's fingers were still inside of him, massaging along his g-spot which was pushing out another wave of curling tension. A warm tongue started licking on his chest, pain surged over his nipple as he bit down. He popped his head up, "you gotta bite?"

"Just getting your attention," he tongued the hard bud.

"You have my attention," Katsuki growled in his ear, hugging his body tightly. Teeth nipped at him again, moving up his chest to his neck.

"Good, then I think it's time to make your ass feel as good as your dick." Slipping his fingers out, Shouto rolled a condom over his erection, he could barely move his hand, he was shaking so hard, his calm face belying the need coursing in his body.

"Need help?" Katsuki's thick fingers slid down his shaft moving the thin material over him completely. "There," he smirked, gripping his waist as he moved between his legs, his lean, muscular body poised above him. Katsuki bucked slightly, feeling his cock slide over his balls.

"Impatient?" Sho rubbed his hands over Kat's ass, rubbing the lube into him. He could feel his body clenching.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Bakugou lifted his hips again.

A smile cut across Shouto's face as he rubbed his dick against the sensitive skin between his cheeks. Strong hands dug into his waist pulling him forward hard. Catching himself on one hand, Shouto laughed trying to regain his balance. "What's the problem?"

"Fuck, you know, come on."

"I don't know," Shouto sat back up, laying both hands on his butt cheeks, he spread him open.

"Come on Sho!" Katsuki's voice was dripping with need. The fire that had been building from his fingers was burning through his ass. He was desperate for release.

"That's not a very nice way to ask," Shouto rubbed his dick against him again.

"Fuck you! You want nice?" Shooting up off the bed, Katsuki wrapped an arm around his back. "Fuck me already!" He snarled, lifting his hips he thrust against his cock, feeling him slide inside easily, rubbing against his prostate. Moaning he fell back at the intense jolt of pleasure ripping through his body.

"Looks like you got this all under control." Shouto stayed relaxed, denying him what he clearly wanted.

"Stop it you brat! Fuck me," red eyes looked up at him, "Sho? Please?" Katsuki's voice cracked, "I want you so much."

The tenderness in those last words undid him. His cock bulged as he sank deep inside Kat's body. Roughly pushing his legs apart, he felt his cock push against his prostate. Angling himself, he continued into the thrust, feeling Katsuki's body clench around him. "You feel so good." He'd been holding back trying to tease him, but now every stroke seared his cock. He wasn't sure if he was being too rough, he could only feel the soft warmth of his body squeezing him.

The sensation of Shouto's erection driving into his g-spot released a wave of heat that boiled his blood. Katsuki curled his toes as every nerve burned. Then like a lightning bolt, the release blasted out from his prostate, everything clenched at once as another orgasm pulsed through him.

Feeling his ass clench down hard, Shouto didn't hold back, letting himself cum deep inside, he trembled as the powerful release gripped his body. It was the explosions that jerked him back to reality. Snapping his head around he could see black smoke curling in the air. There was a searing pain that flared on his left side. Moving his arm he could see an angry red burn mark on his hip from Katsuki's hand, thankfully his other hand wasn't on his skin. "What the fuck was that?" Shouto turned back to see his red eyes clouded as he rode out the wave of his high.

Brushing his hand through his blonde spikes, Shouto laid on his side, leaning on his elbow, he waited for Katsuki to catch his breath.

"That was fucking amazing," his voice groggy. He glanced at Shouto and smiled, "again."

Laying an arm over his chest, he pulled him into his body, kissing his shoulder, "I'm glad you enjoyed." He reached out and touched his bracelet. "Kat, what are these?"

"Huh?" He lifted his arm, "I told you, bracelets, from my mom."

"No, what are they really?" His voice turned hard.

"What the fuck? I can't wear jewelry?" Bakugou tried to pull his arm away, the hazy fog was lifting from his brain as Shouto's eyes bored into him.

"Then why did they fire off like your gauntlets?"

"My what?" Katsuki's voice was thin. "Fuck, they fired off?"

"Yeah," sitting up he turned to show him the angry red welt on his side. "You burned the shit outta me." He glanced at the bed, "thankfully nothing else, where did you get these?"

"It's better if you don't know." Unclipping the bronzed metal, Katsuki took them off and set them on the nightstand. They felt so natural, he'd completely forgotten they were still on his wrists.

"Kat-"

"Don't Kat me," he cut him off. "You know I need something to put out more damage. Besides, they're not as big as my gauntlets, not like they'll store that much sweat." He clenched his jaw.

"You didn't have those things when you beat me at the Sports Festival," Shouto sat back on his heels. "Don't say you need those to do more damage." He blew out a breath as Katsuki crossed his arms, clearly not listening. "And when you're in jail with whoever made those?"

"I'm not going to fucking jail, but I am gonna make sure I can defend myself and you." Katsuki griped, glancing at his side. The welt was getting bigger. "Fuck, I'm sorry," he sighed, "don't be angry, I should've told you but I knew you'd get upset."

"I'm not your mom."

"You keep saying that and especially after what we just did, I'm very glad for that fact."

"I mean, tell me everything, don't lie or hide shit. It makes me feel like I'm taking care of you." Shouto grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. "I want us to be equals, looking out for one another."

Taking a deep breath, Katsuki grunted. "Okay, that's it, nothing else, just the bracelets. I wanted something in case." He crossed his arms pouting. "I'm not exactly a fucking threat shooting that stupid gun."

Laughing, Shouto squeezed his cheeks harder. "You do suck."

"Fuck you."

"I'm kidding, we'll get in some practice time tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," he groused.

"I'll give your ass a pinch for every bullseye."

"That's it? Just an ass pinch? I want more than that." Katsuki hauled him up on his chest.

"You're amazing." Shouto kissed him, "I want you to know, I've never fucked anyone like you before."

"I hope not," a cocky grin crossed his face.

"You and your fucking ego," Shouto laughed as he grabbed his water and handed it to him.

"Thanks," sitting up, Bakugou drank, he could feel Shouto's hand on his thigh. Putting his hand over his, he smiled. "I could get used to this."

"I could too."

"Just remember you're the one who squeezed my ass in front of the captain." His brow arched as Shouto chuckled, "you think that's funny? Pay back's a bitch."

"I know," Shouto kissed him. "We do have to be careful though, we get caught and they'll split us up, at the least."

He ran his fingers along his arm. "At the least?"

"Who knows? We could get kicked off the force, this isn't like our own agencies. We need to be careful."

"Yeah, I'll be more careful, shit, you know it's just how I am," he ran his hand through his silky hair. "I like to tease the fuck out of you."

"Which then makes me want to mess with you." Shouto shook his head, "until one of us ends up-"

"Burned," Katsuki frowned at the mark on his skin. "I'm sorry."

"Is this gonna happen every time?"

"I hope not, I'll be careful but hell, have you seen what you did to my bed?!" Katsuki hugged him. "Oh," he pulled back, "I thought I heard your phone go off when you were busy playing with my ass."

"Did it?" Getting up he crossed to the dresser reading his text. "It's from the captain, he didn't know any files were password protected, he's gonna check it out." Going into the bathroom, Shouto ran the water. "Let's get cleaned up," he called out. Jumping into the shower he began soaping up, the shower curtain ripped aside suddenly.

"Damn it! That's it!"

"Fuck!" Shouto nearly fell down, reaching to balance himself he accidently grabbed the handle turning it to cold, the warm spray turned freezing instantly. "Fuck!" He screamed again, jumping out of the way of the icy water colliding into Katsuki. "Damn it, Kat!" He turned the handle back to hot, "what the hell was that?"

"The protected file! Whoever was arrested in that case is probably behind these counterfeits on the street! I bet whoever has access is trying to cover something up and I'm gonna say Shingo Kaneko is somehow involved." Laughing, he stepped into the warm water. "Watch Sho, I'll be right." Turning he smiled letting the water run down his back. "Why'd you get out? Get in before the water gets cold, you dummy."

"Screw you," Shouto stepped in behind him and pushed him forward, sharing the warm water. "You and your fucking instincts."

"You said it yourself, only been tricked once."

"Well, we get the facts first then decide."

"We need to watch Kaneko, I bet he'd lead us to something."

"Katsuki, we're not tailing some lawyer because he talked about your suit being in the museum." He massaged his shoulders.

"That's not why I'd follow the bastard, I'm not that fucking petty."

"Yes, you are." Squirting shampoo onto his hair, he scrubbed his blonde spikes.

"Yeah, I am, but I'm tailing him," he peeked over his shoulder. "You want to know everything, then I'm telling you and don't try to stop me."

Pushing his head forward, he helped him rinse the suds from his hair. "Okay, but don't get caught, okay?"

Grinning, Katsuki laughed under the flow of the water, "when have I ever been caught?"