**warning, some scenes are a bit explicit**

Katsuki kept his eyes on the onions, making sure they were nice and caramelized before pouring the stock mixture over them. He had little time since he had taken too long to decide what to cook for tonight. His only memory of Izuku's preference had been his weird obsession with his auntie's Katsudon, so he decided to just go with it. It was a simple dish to make, but Katsuki had wondered if it was too simple. He wasn't even sure if Izuku still liked Katsudon.

As Katsuki sliced the tonkatsu into evenly spaced pieces, he eyed the pan, debating on adding the spices that were part of his usual recipe. It was a nice kick from the standard Katsudon and was much more to his taste. The problem was, he couldn't remember if Izuku even liked spicy food and it would just be his luck that Izuku would complain about a little heat.

No, knowing Izuku, he'd grin and bear it, even telling him it was good while his eyes watered like a baby. The very thought aggravated him enough that went a bit more heavy-handed with chopping the last bit of pork as the knife banged against the wooden cutting board.

"If you don't like it, then starve!"

"You're so not going to add it, are you?"

Katsuki glared at Kirishima whose face reflected on the phone he had propped up against the olive oil, his eyes gave away how much he was enjoying Katsuki's overthinking. He ignored the other man grumbling under his breath as he placed the pork over the onions before drizzling the beaten eggs over everything.

"Shut up, I'm just not in the mood for anything spicy today, its got nothing to do with him!"

Kirishima chuckled as he leaned forward, his face getting so close to the camera that Katsuki could see the small scar over his right eye. He remembered how bad it had looked when it happened, blood pulling over the whites of his eye after Katsuki had lashed out too hard during their afternoon spar. They hadn't been that close yet and Katsuki had been angry by the persistent red head who kept following him around and the results were the sobering fact that he had almost damaged his classmate's eye. The guilt had been enough to admit to himself that he had a problem, while turning him into a pushover for Kiri, who took full advantage of it.

Kiri said it was a symbol for the start of a beautiful bromance, Katsuki said it represented the end of his peaceful days.

"Are you really sure about this? Bringing him to your house…. alone?" Kiri asked.

The worry tone to his question was the only reason Katsuki didn't call him out on the fact that it was the tenth time he had asked this question. Katsuki finished with his dish, placing the meat and onions over the steaming white rice he had prepared. He added a bit of garnish before covering them up over the plate warner for later. Thinking it over, Katsuki reached for his bottle of extreme hot sauce and placed it nearby for himself.

"Everything will be fine and after he finally tells me everything, I'll decide if I need to bring him in officially."

"I'm just worried that you're being blinded by your attraction to him, so much so that you won't be logical about it."

Katsuki didn't respond to his friends worry as he picked up some of the mess in the kitchen, mostly because they had already had this conversation, but also because he didn't want to admit that had it been the other way around he would have told Kiri the same thing.

The clock on the wall stated he only had another hour if Izuku showed up on time, which was cutting it close, since he still had to get ready.

"I still need to shower and get ready, so check in with you later."

"Don't forget to check in every 30 minutes." Kiri said.

Mina, who must have been close by, appeared over Kirishima her pink face split into a mischievous grin.

"This still sounds more like a date than an interrogation. You sure you're not just coming up with an excuse to see him?" Mina teased.

"She has a point. This feels like a date." Kiri said.

Katsuki responded by hanging up, his glare being the last thing they saw.

Katsuki went through the motions of getting ready, but his thoughts were anything but calm as he reminded himself that this wasn't a date and that his friends were just worrying too much. He was only getting ready because he needed to look presentable.

He was only feeding him because he was coming by during dinner time. He had already made peace that he wanted a relationship with Izuku, but he couldn't even allow himself the chance of getting his hopes up just yet. There was too much that put Izuku in a negative light, and he needed to go into this with a neutral mindset.

As he dried himself off and concentrated on trying to control his spikes, Katsuki did his best to reassure himself that he could do this.

"You got this. If Izuku is really a bad guy than you'll just bring him in like you said you would." Katsuki said.

He gave himself a once over, satisfied with the simple black shirt and jeans that he had chosen. The shirt was high quality and soft against his skin while the jeans had been the newest pair from his parents' fashion line, but it could still be casual enough for their meeting.

Katsuki groaned as he admitted at least to himself that he was trying too hard.

"Fuck, it's so obvious."

The door bell rang before he could consider changing into something else and he cursed Izuku's punctuality all the way to the door.

He was pleased to see Izuku had actually attempted to wear clothes that fit this time compared to his usual oversized style, but it still didn't quite reach the appeal of what he had worn that night at the club. Instead, he looked very normal in a white tee and a pair of worn blue jeans. Though Katsuki still considered it street clothes, it looked good on him. And there was still the familiar scent of coffee that lingered around him, becoming a staple of Izuku's persona every time Katsuki was around him.

"You going to let me in, or do you need another minute?" Izuku teased.

Katsuki stepped aside.

Izuku walked through, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he glanced around the open layout of Katsuki's flat.

"Nice place." Izuku said.

Izuku was following him without a word when he stopped at the only area of Katsuki's flat that would be messy. Katsuki had confiscated a rather large dry erase board from the supply room at work. The surrounding floor was covered in different stacks of notes and files that he had generated over the last few weeks. Since they took him off the case, he had to grab what he could so he could continue investigating without the suspicious gaze of Aizawa.

Izuku stood in front of the dry erase board, his head tilted to the side as he analyzed the information that Katsuki had pinned to the board. He hated to admit that he didn't have nearly as much as he would have liked, but he was hoping tonight would help fill in some blanks for him.

"Let's eat first and then we'll talk." Katsuki said.

Katsuki pointed to the empty seat across from his usual spot and Izuku sat down, his gaze curious as Katsuki grabbed the two bowls. He was glad it the foods as still warm as he placed it in front of Izuku before setting down.

"Katsudon?"

"What about it?" Katsuki asked.

Katsuki took a piece of the pork as he tested to make sure the flavors had all come out just right. The meat was juicy, and the breading wasn't too dry, which was good.

"I just thought we were going to talk. I didn't expect food."

Katsuki paused looking up to notice Izuku looking at him, the food still left untouched. He realized his mistake too late, his ears burning Katsuki focused on pouring a thin layer of his hot sauce over his plate. He was regretting every thing now, there was no way Izuku wouldn't realize that he had made dinner with him in mind.

"I just hadn't eaten yet and I'm not rude enough to eat in front of a guest without offering them a meal, so stop overthinking it!"

"Okay, thank you."

He didn't sound convinced, but Katsuki was glad he didn't push the matter further. Izuku took his first bite of the food while Katsuki held his breath, his force half raised as he waited.

The radiant smile that came to his face as he chewed was enough for Katsuki to be satisfied as he went back to his meal. While Izuku dug in much more enthusiastically. They ate in silence, but neither seemed to mind it and when Katsuki had reached only halfway through, Izuku was already asking for seconds.

"I didn't think to make more."

Izuku's face flushed a bit and his freckles stood out across his face. Katsuki chuckled as he offered the rest of his bowl since it satisfied him enough. He preferred seeing Izuku enjoying his food.

"Its spicy, but if that doesn't bother you, then eat the rest of mine."

He looked uncertain while still taking the offered bowl as he eyed the remaining pieces of meat and egg.

"You sure?" Izuku asked.

"Just eat it already."

Katsuki watched him devour the rest, amazed by how similar he still looked when he didn't have his guard up. If Katsuki ignored the scar on his face, Izuku still looks every bit the boy he remembered.

"Even though my mouth is burning, it's still so good." Izuku said.

"It wasn't anything special."

Izuku took a few more bites, his smile wide on his face.

"I can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal and your Katsudon was just as good as moms."

Now that they were talking, the mention of Izuku's mom brought up one thing he had been wondering since Izuku had appeared.

"Where is Auntie? I would think she'd be the first one kicking up a fuss about your eating habits." Katsuki asked.

The room grew quiet around them as Izuku swallowed the last of his meal. His content smile turning bitter on his face.

"She got sick and died."

Katsuki hadn't expected that. He should have, since he knew his auntie had fretted over Izuku most of his life, so she would have been the first one to keep him from going down the dangerous path he had taken. The older woman's face came to mind when she had worried over their ideas of joining the police force.

"I'm sorry." Katsuki said.

He brushed Katsuki's condolences away with a wave of his hand and it only weighed on Katsuki more that he was treating it like it was nothing.

"It was a long time ago. I've moved past it now." Izuku said.

Katsuki wondered if auntie's death was the catalyst for Izuku turning to crime, but even though Izuku had been close to his mom, he couldn't see how that would have been enough to make him change so much.

The solemn atmosphere they had created was making it hard for him to ask the questions that he wanted to ask, but it seemed Izuku notice as he set their plates aside.

"Just ask me whatever you need to ask, Katsuki."

There were too many things that came to mind, so he started with the most important one to Katsuki, the one that had been weighing on him since he had found out Izuku's secret.

"Did you play any part in Emiko's murder?"

"No."

He didn't explain further, but Katsuki let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding. His gut was telling him that Izuku was telling the truth, so Katsuki put the idea that Izuku was involved with his case to rest.

But that still left him with all the other questions that he needed to know. Even if he wasn't involved with Emiko, the facts were still that Izuku had admitted to being connected to All for One, which meant he wasn't completely innocent, but what exactly that meant, Katsuki had to know.

"Have you killed anyone before?"

There was a tense pause, taking his time to respond.

"Yes."

The pit that grew in Katsuki's chest at the confirmation hit harder than he had expected. The reality of the situation was becoming clearer, and yet it felt surreal to Katsuki that Izuku really had become someone he couldn't fathom.

Izuku frowned, his gaze heavy, as if burdened by Katsuki's reaction, but he had yet to explain anything to Katsuki and instead left him in this void of unsettling questions. Katsuki stood up from his chair out of desperation, his body stiff as he gazed down at Izuku.

"Why?" Katsuki asked.

Why did he kill someone? Why had he turned into someone that felt so out of his reach? Katsuki wasn't even sure what he meant when he asked him that. His question to vague, but it summed up everything that was building up inside him at that moment.

Izuku had yet to move from his spot as if he was being mindful not to making any sudden movements that could set Katsuki off further.

"Because I had to. Because I didn't have a choice."

"There's always a choice."

This didn't satisfy Katsuki because this was murder they were talking about. It was as simple as black and white. There was always a choice, but even then some part of Katsuki nagged at him, questioning his own logic.

Izuku shook his head.

"It's not that simple."

A laugh broke through from Katsuki like acid in his throat as the situation seemed to escape him. Maybe this revelation was becoming too much for him to handle. Even knowing the rumors of what AFO's dog had done, the idea of such a person and that person being Izuku must not have connected in Katsuki's thoughts until this moment. Maybe some part of him had hoped that Izuku had been lying.

"So that's it, you killed people and the only thing you can say is that it's not that simple? Is that how you justify working for a man that would kill an innocent girl?"

Izuku's lips thinned as he glared back at Katsuki, his hands tightly clasped together in front of him as if he was holding back.

"I can't lie and say that blood isn't on my hands and I won't make excuses for it, but I don't think he has anything to do with your case." Izuku said.

"And how can you be so sure? I talked to Toya Setsuno, the guy who conveniently confessed. He seemed pretty convinced they made him the scapegoat, even warned me not to dig any further." Katsuki said.

Izuku stood up and Katsuki wondered if he had finally had enough, but he moved away from the dining table and back into the living room towards the board.

"If I explain this and prove that AFO has nothing to do with this, promise to stop digging into the organization."

Katsuki paused as he looked at Izuku, who stood next to his board. His face was firm, clarifying that he wouldn't go any further without Katsuki's word.

"That depends if you can convince me."

He felt justified that he didn't technically promise him anything and Izuku sighed, aware of that fact as he turned back to the look at the board.

"All for One doesn't kill carelessly and even if he had done it, he wouldn't have been sloppy enough to get caught."

Izuku grabbed one marker as he talked, his eyes moving over the dry erase board before he went in and began tearing Katsuki's hard work apart. The soft squeaks of the marker filled the room while Katsuki could do nothing more but watch as Izuku pieced together to show the bigger picture, all while he mumbled to himself.

When he was done, he took a step back to allow Katsuki to move closer and look. He moved the picture he had pinned of Izuku beneath AFO's name, his face marked out in a large X with the title of 'The Enforcer' beneath it. There were more sections to the right of his face with titles of other key players. Katsuki could tell right away that they were only aliases.

The Broker.

The Politician.

The Doctor.

Four key branches that split off into more and more, though Izuku had left only his name on the board.

"Why no names?" Katsuki asked.

Izuku shook his head, his face determined to keep some secrets to himself.

"That you know this much is already too dangerous and I can't trust that you wouldn't try to look them up, which is a death sentence."

Katsuki huffed, unsatisfied, but Izuku gave him a pointed look as he tapped the board with the back of his hand.

"I promised to tell you my story, nothing more, so take it or leave it."

"Fine."

Izuku gave him the chance to look over the information and though Katsuki could see the large scale of the organization, it miffed him to admit that it didn't bring him any closer to solving his case.

"The organization has been around a long time and it's bigger than even what I know of it, but one thing I know for sure is that their goals are too high to have ever required the death of someone as insignificant as Emiko."

Katsuki bulked at the cold way Izuku had brushed her existence as if she has been nothing. He wanted to argue, but Katsuki bit his tongue, the sting helping him keep himself in check.

He moved closer, pointing out the three next to Izuku's marked out face.

"What about those three?"

"They're AFO's limbs. The key players that keep the organization running."

"If it wasn't him, then why did Toya react to his name? He reacted too strongly for it not to be important."

Izuku seemed puzzled by this as well as he tapped the marker against his chin before moving to draw a horizontal line from All for One off to the side and putting a large question mark

"It is possible that someone is using his name as a scare tactic. His reputation perceives hin." Izuku said.

"And why are you so sure the organization has nothing to do with it? As insignificant as Emiko was to you, that doesn't mean it's not possible."

Katsuki couldn't hide some of the bitterness in his tone when he spit back the insulting way Izuku had addressed her before. The green-haired boy had enough sense to look apologetic while not taking it back.

"It can't be him because he went dormant not long after I left. And if he had come back, then I would know, which means either someone in the organization is stepping out of line or there's a copy cat using his reputation for their own benefits."

Katsuki's eyes kept straying back to the three at the top, because if anyone had the power to move, wouldn't it be someone who had enough authority to do it?

"Is it one of his limbs that did it?"

"Not possible. They're part of his inner circle and are one of the most loyal to AFO. They'd never even think of betraying him."

"But didn't you betray him when you left?"

Izuku glanced back at Katsuki before turning away with a quiet shrug of his shoulders. It seems like he was holding back.

"You're not wrong, but I wasn't an original like they are."

The conversation staled after that as Katsuki tried to wrap his head around the mountain of information that had just been given to him. The urge to get started on researching what he had learned was like an itch under his hands as he crossed them over his chest to reel it back. There would be time later for work. At the moment, he couldn't pass up the opportunity while Izuku was being so forthcoming.

"How did you even end up getting tangled up with these people?"

Izuku sighed as he sat down on the couch. He finally showed how much this truly weighed on his shoulders as he slouched forward, his hands hanging between his knees. He stared at the board, looking both resigned and cold at the information in front of them.

"Knowing you, I'm sure you found my files that showed how bad the bullying got. Mom wanted to move again after that, but we couldn't afford to, so I needed an outlet and I somehow stumbled across Mr. Yagi's gym. He offered to train me so I could defend myself."

Izuku's face softened at the mention of the man and Katsuki was glad at least someone had been there for him. He moved over to sit on the couch, his whole body turned to face Izuku.

"He was an ex fighter and well liked around the neighborhood. Even though mom was reluctant at first, she eventually warmed up to the idea of me training. And I was good at it."

Izuku looked so proud that even Katsuki had to smile, but in the next second his body dropped back against the couch, his hands idly playing with the marker in his hands.

"When she got sick, we couldn't afford the medical bills, so I dropped out and started working odd jobs and even entered a few fighting tournaments for the prize money. It wasn't much, but we were getting by."

The pit in Katsuki's chest widened. They had been stuck to each other since the moment they were born. To Katsuki, he should have been there with him.

Izuku seemed lost in his thoughts as he continued the detached way he explained things, bothering Katsuki.

"It was during one of those matches that AFO found me, and he offered me a chance to take me on as a fighter. They were illegal matches, but he had promised me a lot of money."

"And you agreed?" Katsuki asked.

Izuku huffed as if amused by Katsuki's question as he looked over at him.

"I turned him down because I knew Mr. Yagi wanted me to stay legit. But the bills kept piling up and then mom got worst….. the treatment they wanted to try was too expensive, so eventually I took him up on his offer and became one of his fighters."

Izuku looked so beaten down that Katsuki's hand twitched with the urge to reach out to him at that moment. Someone like Izuku didn't deserve to be put in that situation, but he could see how someone who had been backed into a corner would accept such an offer.

Katsuki's gaze went back to the board. There was a peaceful feeling of seeing something tangible in front of him and although there were branches that broke off the farther it went down, Katsuki noticed fighters were nowhere on the list. So how did Izuku go from the bottom to someone right under All for One? What did Izuku have to do to get to that level?

The thoughts that came to mind didn't ease Katsuki's worries. They reminded him of Goto and the way he had treated Izuku, but his attitude didn't add up.

"If you are someone so high up the chain of command, how did someone like Goto, who isn't even on the board, allowed to treat you like you were beneath him?" Katsuki asked.

Izuku chuckled. The twisted, bitter grin on his face left a chill to run down Katsuki's spine, though he tried not to show it. Thankfully, Izuku wasn't looking at him as he stood back up to board and, using the forgotten marker, as he drew a line between his branch and the rest of the organization.

"I was a phantom limb. Other than those in the inner circle, to the rest of the Organization, I was nothing more than his prized fighter, who he kept leashed with an expensive collar of debt around my neck. He was the one that made up the rumors of me being his rabid dog. But it was just smoke and mirrors, so people would disregard me as no one important."

As he spoke, he wrote the numbers 1, 2, 3 and 4 beneath his name but didn't put any names or titles next to them.

"This allowed my branch to work behind the scenes in weeding out anyone who stepped out of line and was becoming a threat to the organization."

Katsuki looked back at Izuku's title.

The Enforcer.

There was a tense quiet to the room as Katsuki looked at the title, the numbers beneath him left open-ended, which did well in representing the anonymity of his group. Katsuki got up to stand next to Izuku, who was looking away from him.

Katsuki's morals never left room for grey areas. Either a person was good or they were bad, but Izuku kept testing his views, making Katsuki question everything he thought he understood and he didn't know what to do with it. The facts were laid out in front of him. Izuku admitted to killing, he admitted to joining an illegal organization. It may have been because of debt at first, but somewhere down the line, Izuku had moved up to be someone that AFO trusted enough to be given a seat in his inner circle.

So that should mean that Izuku was a bad person, right?

Then why was Katsuki still here looking at him, waiting for him to convince him otherwise? Why did his gut tell him not to turn him away?

"You mentioned blood on your hands. Was it because you were that? The Enforcer?"

Izuku sighed as he swiped his hands through his curls and grasped at the back of his neck while he looked back at Katsuki.

"No, at least not directly. This happened back when I was a fighter. Understand they were illegal for a reason and the more fights I won, the more dangerous they became. At some point it became them or me situation and I guess I chose me."

There was no joy on his face when he said those words that he admitted to taking a life. Katsuki couldn't imagine that Izuku had known what he was getting himself into when he agreed to take AFO's deal.

"So then, why did you leave? It seems like you had to accept it at some point, so why leave?" Katsuki asked.

Izuku looked like he would not tell him the way he shifted his feet. His eyes even lingered at the front entrance and Katsuki wondered if he was actually considering on bailing. After everything he had admitted so far, why would this question be the one that put him on edge?

He pulled his phone out and after a few clicks; he handed it to Katsuki, who wasn't expecting to see the image of a small girl with enormous eyes and a smile so big and familiar that Katsuki knew instantly that she belonged to Izuku.

"I don't know why but at some point Eri got into the habit of always telling me I was a good person like she was trying to convince me of something and then one day I decided I really wanted that to be true, at least for her."

The underline of desperation in Izuku's words hung in the surrounding air. The amount of want for it to be true pulled at something deep in Katsuki as he gazed down at a man who was at the end of his rope and trying to grasp at something Katsuki didn't think Izuku truly believed about himself.

And he had a daughter.

Katsuki wasn't ready to wrap his head around that thought. So he set it aside for now and latched onto the fact that Izuku wanted to be good. He had left the organization of his own free will and was living in a cruddy apartment, working part time in a cafe and was trying to be better. Whatever his reason didn't matter now.

These minor acts were nothing compared to what Katsuki knew he had done, but he held onto this small piece for dear life because it was the only excuse he could give himself to accept everything else.

Before his mind could catch up, Katsuki grabbed Izuku's face. The other man reacted to the sudden change with the same large eyes that Katsuki knew and Katsuki couldn't say what he was looking for, but it satisfied him enough to follow what his gut was telling him.

It was okay to fall for this idiot and so Katsuki pulled Izuku towards him, his lips harsh against Izuku's as he let go of every frustrated, angry emotion he had held onto since the moment this man had walked back into his life.

Izuku responded without question as he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's waist to bring him closer, his lips demanding, growing in its intensity for Katsuki, who could do nothing more than hang on to him as his head became dizzy.

When he pulled away, Katsuki caught the cocky grin on Izuku's face, his breath brushing against Katsuki's cheek, but Katsuki kept his arms tight around his neck, keeping him from moving away any farther than a few inches.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." Katsuki ordered.

Shivered coursed through Katsuki as Izuku's lips grazed across his own and down to the soft spot behind his ear. His body locked up tight as heat pulled low in his belly. Izuku dragged him back with him until they had migrated to the couch, where Izuku let them drop back. Katsuki straddling high against Izuku's lap.

Izuku grazed his tongue over Katsuki's throat, drawing a gasp from Katsuki before he growled, pulling Izuku's head back by his hair.

"No marks this time!"

Izuku gazed up at Katsuki, his eyes dark as he chuckled at his warning. This only frustrated Katsuki, his grip on his curls tightening a fraction more before he pulled him back to him.

"So impatient." Izuku teased.

Izuku moved, pressing their hips tight against each other, and Katsuki groaned in response to the bit of relief. He could feel how hard Izuku was as they pressed against each other. This was uncharted territory for him, and Izuku wasn't giving him time to even worry about what he should do.

Izuku's lips had slowed against Katsuki's as his tongue pressed against his own, pulling at Katsuki to respond while his hands slid down his sides, moving under his shirt to grip onto his waist as Katsuki moved against his lap trying to find some relief.

Katsuki's thoughts had cleared the pleasure simmering down to light tingles down his spine as everything crawled to a slow pace between them. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. Katsuki wasn't against the idea of Izuku taking the lead between them, he just wished the other man would move things along, but Izuku seemed content to stay just as they were riling Katsuki, making him as impatient as he had accused him of being.

Katsuki slid his hands down Izuku's chest, feeling the soft cotton of his shirt beneath his fingers and the hard muscle that lay beneath as Izuku hummed, pleased with Katsuki's participation.

Katsuki teased Izuku's bottom lip, taking a bite to show his frustration at the other mans teasing as his fingers grazed over the buttons of Izuku's jeans, but Izuku stopped him before he could go any further, drawing a frustrated huff from Katsuki.

His chuckles vibrated against Katsuki's lips as he pulled back. His smile was soft and content as he brought Katsuki's hands up to his lips, nipping at the ends of his fingers as he looked up at Katsuki.

Katsuki's heart fluttered in his chest, sure that he wanted this man sitting beneath him more than he ever wanted a person. But he also noticed the uncertainty swimming behind those green eyes, and Katsuki wondered if Izuku was trying to hold back.

Katsuki couldn't say why, but Izuku's hesitation pleased him as he grinned down at Izuku.

"Stop teasing."

Izuku's eyes darken as he grabbed Katsuki, turning him to lie beneath him on the couch. Gone were any of his more gentle touches as the Izuku from the club appeared, his hand heavy around the back of Katsuki's neck, forcing his head back and throat open to him.

Izuku grabbed the hem of Katsuki's shirt, lifting it up, revealing the skin underneath.

The hunger in Izuku's eyes left him burning for something he couldn't describe.

"Do you trust me?" Izuku asked.

"Yes."

There was no hesitation in Katsuki's response, but he knew it was true and he wondered if he ever stopped trusting him.

The answer was a clear no.

Izuku's face twisted as if it pained him to hear while his eyes darkened.

"You really shouldn't,"

"Don't tell me how to feel Izuku."

Izuku held back a laugh as he pulled Katsuki's shirt up higher until he moved to press it against his pouting lips.

"Bite down and don't let go."

This wasn't Katsuki's usual way of doing things, but he did as Izuku said. It bunched the fabric up, making it hard to keep a hold of it as it forced Katsuki to lock his jaw down to hold it in place.

"Good, you're doing so good."

Izuku's praising was music to Katsuki's ears as his skin felt hot. Izuku grabbed hiss wrists and moved them over his head to grasp over the armrest of the couch.

"Don't move them, no matter what."

Katsuki tried to nod, but the fabric caught, making it difficult to move his head.

Izuku loomed over him as he dragged Katsuki's legs around his waist and he ground his hips against him, building a tortured friction between the rough texture of their jeans. Katsuki bit down on the cloth, saliva pooling at the back of his throat at the sharp spikes of pleasure.

"Do you know how hard it was to stay away… Kacchan… how many times I imagined you here beneath me like this?"

Katsuki could only manage a pained whimper as his jaw ached from the strain of staying open. And that childish nickname, why did he prefer it over his own name? Why did it feel right when coming from Izuku's mouth?

Izuku stopped to sit up, dragging his shirt over his head. Katsuki's greedy eyes devoured the image of Izuku looming over him, predatory. Izuku's body was nothing short of mouth watering, even while scars littered throughout his chest and torso. As he gazed down at Katsuki, his eyes intense, Katsuki felt both pleased and over exposed.

"Perfect, Kacchan. Everything about you is perfect."

His tone was deeper than usual as Izuku skimmed the back of his hand across Katsuki's cheek.

"That night in the alley, your skin blushed just like this and I was curious how far down it went."

He grazed one finger down Katsuki's face and throat, leaving behind a tantalizing heat against Katsuki's overheated skin. Katsuki's breathing grew heavy because of the cloth while his blood raced up to flush under his skin at Izuku's touch.

"Perfect."

Izuku kept repeating as he slid his hand further down his exposed chest, his thumb grazing over Katsuki's perked nipple. Katsuki flinched at the overstimulation, but Izuku ignored it as he slid his fingers farther down, scraping into the deep crease at his hip.

Lost in his praising, Katsuki arched his back wanting to feel Izuku's skin against his, but Izuku moved both his hands to wrap around his waist, pinning him in place.

"Kacchan. So pretty."

Katsuki reacted to every word as Izuku continued, as if he was carving every inch of him to memory, but Katsuki needed more.

He yelled through the cloth, his voice desperate for Izuku to do more. Katsuki knew he could move his hands to grab Izuku to him and touch him the way he wanted to, but another part of him. Something deep inside wanted Izuku's approval. Wanted him to keep praising him for holding out and not moving his hands like he was told.

Izuku gave in to his cries as he leaned over him once more to press his lips over Katsuki's cloth covered lips. Katsuki whine unable to kiss him properly, but Izuku shushed him as he leaned over him, hiking Katsuki's leg further up around his waist as he thrust against him. Katsuki tried to move up to meet his thrusts, but Izuku's grip on his hip held him down as he moved Katsuki the way he wanted, slow and delicate.

The pleasure licked at his skin, spiking every time Izuku's chest grazed against his own, and yet it wasn't enough. Tension curled tighter and tighter inside him, but Katsuki wanted more.

Izuku's breath grew heavier against Katsuki's ear, his mumbled words tickling the skin beneath his lips.

Katsuki tried to hide his face against his arm, embarrassed by the sounds Izuku was pulling from him, but Izuku grabbed his chin, pulling his face forward to look at him.

"Kacchan, open your eyes."

Katsuki did as he was told, though his vision was hazy, his lungs burning for more air as he looked up at Izuku.

"I want to see everything."

Katsuki fingers dug into the armrest of the couch as their movements increased. He couldn't understand how this could put him over the edge when they hadn't even taken their clothes off. He couldn't remember the last time he had fooled around like this, but it had never felt this intense, like he would fall apart at any moment as Izuku held him over the edge.

"Oh, shit!"

The sudden interruption of a third party was like a cold shower as Katsuki's pleasured bliss was swept away and Izuku froze over him. Their breaths mingled together as they turned to see Kirishima standing at the entrance, hand still holding the keys he owned to Katsuki's apartment, his eyes wide in alarm at the realization of what he walked into.

Katsuki never regretted giving that man a key more than at that moment.

Izuku pulled away as he sat up, Katsuki's legs still wrapped around his waist while Katsuki groaned at the frustration of being left teetering over the edge.

"Uhh, this… Kacchan…"

The cloth fell from Katsuki's mouth as Izuku stuttered to explain the situation to Kirishima, who overlapped him with his own apologies.

"I am so so so so sorry."

Katsuki stood up, untangling himself from Izuku, who watched him with uncertainty, but his mind was at peace at that moment as he gazed back at his former partner.

"No! Wait, you didn't check in or answer my calls, so I got worried. Technically, this is your fault!"

Katsuki looked at Kiri as he cracked his knuckles. Kiri's face grew pale at whatever he saw on Katsuki's face, his hands up in defense as he chuckled nervously.

"I barely saw anything anyway, so there's no need to overreact, really."

"No witnesses." Katsuki said, his mind made up.

Kirishima flinched, his shoulders dropping in resignation to his fate.

"Can I at least call my wife to tell her I love her before you kill me?"

"Send her a text."