"Good night Ochako," the nurse at the front station waved. "At least you got out before 2 am today." She tried to sound cheery.
"Thanks," Ochako smiled sleepily. "Good night." Shoving the clinic doors open, she stepped out into the frigid morning and shivered. Two nights in a row was killing her and now she had to go back to the city tomorrow. Sleep was a must for the next ten hours straight. Stumbling to the parking lot, she looked around bleary eyed until finally spotting her car. Hunching down into her coat against the cold, she raced forward when she noticed there was someone leaning on her driver's side door. "Hello?" Skidding to a halt, she stepped back. Fear waking her up instantly.
"Hey, sexy nurse."
"Sero!" She gasped, clutching her chest. "Dammit you scared the crap out of me!"
"I'm sorry," he drawled softly and opened his arms. "Forgive me?"
Laughing, she ran for him eagerly and hugged him. "It's after midnight Sero, what are you doing here?" She wanted to be upset but she'd never been happier to feel his arms around her.
"How could I sleep knowing my girl was volunteering her time to help everyone out? I figured you'd be too tired to drive."
Leaning back, she studied his face. "How long have you been waiting?"
"For you? Not long enough."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm so tired, I'm gonna let you sweet talk me." Humming contentedly, she buried her face into his jacket. His warmth felt good on her face.
"Why don't I take you home and help you sleep."
Opening one eye, she scoffed. "Help me sleep?" Giggling wearily, she could just imagine what he considered help.
"C'mon standing in the cold isn't getting us closer to home." Looping his arm around her shoulders he led her to his truck and helped her into the passenger side. She leaned back, thankful that she didn't have to drive home. It wasn't far but her head was practically ringing from the lack of sleep.
Sero jumped in and started the engine, waiting to flip on the heat. "Give me a sec and it'll be warmer."
Ochako just sighed heavily and nestled deeper into her thick coat as he started for Snipe's place.
Winding down the dark road, Sero parked by the tiny trailer and turned off the engine, she didn't move. He reached out to brush the hair from her forehead. It was up in her usual work ponytail, frizzy strands sticking out. He smiled tenderly, she really was gorgeous.
Getting out as quietly as possible, he went to her side and, making sure she wouldn't fall out, opened her door. Standing on the kick board, he managed to get her into his arms and pull her out of the seat. Jumping down he landed hard, jostling her.
"Mmmm." Her brown eyes opened sleepily but closed again.
"Poor girl," he cooed as he balanced her on his leg to find the hidden key and open the door. Turning on the heat first, he maneuvered carefully into the dark room and laid her on the bed before pulling off his jacket. The room was freezing, and he rubbed his hands trying to warm up. Walking around the small space, he fiddled with the vents until he could feel the warmth blowing in faster. "There we go," he whispered. Satisfied that the room was a little warmer, he carefully propped Ochako up against her pillows and held her as he gently removed her clothes. He threw her giant pink fuzzy blanket over her and tossed her scrubs into her hamper. Then going into the bathroom, he filled a bowl with warm water, and using a washcloth, he wiped her down, immediately toweling every inch of skin dry so she wouldn't get cold. She mumbled a few times at him but would only sigh and fall back asleep. "It's not much babe," he threw the washcloth into the bowl and pulled her ponytail free, combing her hair out with his fingers. "Best I can do for now." Finding her favorite tank top, he slipped it on her and tucked her into her bed.
Grabbing the bowl, he dumped it into the sink and then took the fastest shower on record, drying off just as quickly. Hopping into bed, he worked his way over to cradle her in his arms. Squeezing her body close to his, he held her as the day's events stretched out in his mind, he pressed his face into her neck.
For the first time in his life, he'd been scared.
Never before had he cared if he lived or died, but today, he'd thought that if he'd died, he'd miss out on something pretty spectacular.
Ochako moaned softly.
Releasing his grip slightly, Sero closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. "I really do love you Ochako."
Spinning… the world was spinning too fast. "Stop," his voice was hoarse, barely audible.
Feeling like his eyes were glued shut, Shouto pulled them open forcibly. It was dark. Looking around his room, he couldn't get his bearings. For some reason the nightlight wasn't on, and the window was in the wrong place. He furrowed his brow, realizing the room smelled different too. As his eyes adjusted to the inky darkness, he could see he wasn't in his own bed. Lifting the covers he was wearing an oversized white t-shirt and baggy boxers.
Where the hell was he?
He tried to remember but could only see the bar in his mind and the bottle of whiskey, his stomach lurched at that thought. The bartender swirled through his memory but there'd been someone else…who? A faint image of Mirio popped in his head, eating a burger.
That's right.
He'd shown up and they'd been drinking together, but everything was just a black void. Taking a deep breath, he sat up very slowly, his hand hitting something plastic. Holding it close to his face to see, he realized it was a bowl.
Had he thrown up in bed?
Running his tongue over his fuzzy teeth he grimaced, he did remember throwing up, but he wasn't sure where. The bowl was empty and a tentative search around him revealed only dry sheets. He groaned, wanting to crawl into a hole and die, what had he been thinking?
"Stupid…stupid."
Laying down on his side, he noticed there were two glasses sitting on the night table with a piece of paper on top of them. Leaning on one elbow he picked up the paper trying to read it in the dark. Finally giving up, he looked for his phone, but outside of the glasses, a small lamp and the bowl there was nothing else. Fumbling with the lamp he winced as the bright bare bulb seared his vision. Closing his eyes, he flipped over.
Too fast… he'd moved too fast.
His stomach squeezed painfull,y and he grabbed the bowl holding it up to his mouth but it passed. Panting, he laid back down. The lamp filled the room with a harsh yellow glare that reflected painfully off the white walls.
Opening the note, he immediately recognized Mirio's horrid chicken scratch. Seeing his familiar writing made his chest ache.
Recommend you drink the whiskey. It'll help with your hangover.
Crackers and water if your stomach can handle.
Take the medicine as soon as possible
Called your family.
I'll check on you when I get back
-Mirio
"Whiskey?" Shouto scoffed incredulously and peered over his shoulder, squinting against the bright light. One of the glasses held a brown liquid.
Did the dummy think he had a death wish?
For some reason that thought made him feel worse. Letting out a long sigh he thought of all the names he'd called him. Mutt, dummy, mongrel… he folded the note and squeezed his hand shut around it, crumpling it into a tiny ball.
Now what?
The tears rushed back. They seemed to be a constant in his life now. Closing his eyes, he felt them soak his skin. He couldn't think anymore. His head and heart hurt too much.
Was it too much to ask for things to be normal again?
They needed to begin planning towards breaking ground on the water plant now that he'd served Iz and the clock had started counting down on the foreclosure.
Of course… he'd almost been killed in the process.
He wiggled his fingers remembering touching Mirio when they were tied up, he never did get to finish saying sorry. He wondered if it was a sane thought that he wanted to be back there again. With guns and people shooting, if only to be next to him, to tell him he really was sorry.
Sorry for what?
He groaned as that thought bubbled up from his already addled brain. Swallowing against the tightness swelling in his throat, Shouto tried to empty his mind of him. Turning off the light, he pulled the covers up around his shoulders and curled down into the warmth of the bed. The shirt bunched up around his chest. Tugging at it, he caught the scent of Mirio's cologne. He winced, so much for forgetting about him.
Tomorrow
Maybe in the morning they could talk. He let out a long breath and finally succumbed to the swirling sleepiness.
Nezu rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he pulled back the layers of blueprints. "This is actually quite impressive." He ran his hand over the drawing of the water facility. "I'm not sure if anyone has ever thought of doing this."
"That's because the Midoriya family has always kept the valley natural," Mirio crossed his arms watching him study all the documents.
After making sure Shouto was tucked away safely. He'd called Enji to let him know that he was okay. Fuyumi had been the one to answer. It didn't take long for her to tell him what Shouto had already admitted earlier at the bar, but even better, she'd found proof in his office. Together they'd decided to take everything to the one man in town with more money than anyone else.
Nezu, the bank president.
He'd never owned land in the valley but had transplanted from across the country with money already dripping from his wallet. He'd fallen in love with the entire area and stayed. Of course, he'd been a bit grumpy when they woke him, but now, he was very alert and studying Shouto's project.
"You're not saying you want this, are you?" Mirio was wondering if he'd been the wrong person to take this information to after all.
"No," Nezu seemed to be contemplating the word as it rolled off his tongue slowly. "We've been lucky here, not a lot of corporations take notice of this area since the concentration of water is in the aquifer, the land's commercial value has been limited."
"Plus, it's what enables us to continue our ranches," Mirio added a bit defensively. "We're some of the few areas still producing as family ranches."
Nezu flicked him a quick glance and studied the map. "Still…" he licked his lips. "Things change." He ran his hand along the border of the neighboring town. "Based on the studies from the geological company, the water is seeping into other areas. Someone else could do what Shouto is proposing and access the aquifer from a completely different place."
"Really?" Mirio stood over the blueprints, "would anyone want to do that though?"
"Want?" Nezu chewed on his lip. "When it comes to the huge payoff these companies are offering Shouto, I doubt want is a big factor for him. Money has a way of changing everyone's perspectives and ideals."
"I think it's always been about the money," Fuyumi whispered quietly from her chair across from the desk.
"Yes," Nezu glanced up, "I agree with you. I've made a few loans to your brother, indiscreetly over the past couple of years." He grunted softly looking back at the project. "At least I see he has a plan to pay them back."
"Have you always known?" Fuyumi hesitated and glanced at Mirio. Nezu shrugged non-committedly.
"Known what?" Mirio cast a sharp look at her. As their eyes met, she blushed and looked away. When they'd talked, she'd said that her dad knew about the project but that was all. Seeing her now, he wondered what else was going on, clearly there was a reason why Shouto wanted the money. Exhaling sharply, he decided it wasn't worth the hassle. They just needed to find a way to stop this from being built.
"Zugzwang," Nezu stood and began to walk around his office, startling him from his thoughts.
"Zug..wing?" Mirio tipped his head, "is that a person?"
"No… Zugzwang, it's a German term, used in chess. It's a move you make on the board that forces your opponent into making a countermove that creates an unwanted outcome… for both parties." He spun on his heel continuing to pace. "Shouto had to foreclose on the Midoriya ranch to make this water facility a reality." He paused and stared at the blueprints.
"Are you defending him?" Mirio was incredulous. Sinking down into the chair, he tried to understand.
"I wouldn't say defend, but he's exposed a weakness that no one has ever considered. Water is a commodity that we've only thought of using within the limitations of our own needs. Tenya and Shouto have shown us what we aren't protecting."
"Protecting?" Fuyumi quipped. "How do we protect water?"
Planting his hands on the blueprints, Nezu stared at the plant. "By letting him win."
"Win?" Mirio leaned forward, he'd clearly heard him wrong. "Win what?"
"Listen son," Nezu sat in his chair and steepled his fingers in front of his face. "In life there are times when every decision will lead to a future that is not in the interest of the people involved. In this case, this facility is the future of our valley whether it comes from Shouto or somewhere else."
"Wait? You're not serious that we should let them build that thing?" Mirio almost fell out of his chair. "What… but… are you crazy?"
Sitting back, Nezu chuckled softly. "Mirio, stop thinking in terms of what you know today. That's how Shouto managed to keep this under wraps for so long. Our pristine valley will be shattered at some point." He leaned over the blueprints. "What he's proposing isn't terrible."
"Not Terrible? It's fucking-" Nezu glanced up at him disapprovingly. Mirio scowled but held up his hand. "Sorry for cussing."
Tilting his head, Nezu smiled.
"What I was trying to say," Mirio shifted in his chair, feeling like he was back in school under the dark eyes of his principal. "That plant would be terrible for everyone."
"Yes, any sudden change is difficult. If we block this, which," He raised his brows, "would be difficult, but possible. Then we only risk it happening again, maybe not in our generation but we would risk those corporations coming into our world someday." He tapped his chin with his fingers and twisted his lips slowly.
"You mean… when my kids are older," Fuyumi frowned.
"Most likely dear. However, if we use what Shouto has already put into motion. We can make sure we preserve what's important to us and possibly even share with the neighboring towns as well." He swept his arms wide. "We can make our valley a stronghold." Looking up he winked, "Zugzwang. Win… not by stopping him, but instead by forcing our opponent to make a move that gives us control of the outcome. Sadly, one that we don't want, as it is going to change life here forever, but don't you want to have a say in that change?"
Mirio didn't like it, he shook his head, it felt wrong. "But…" he stared at Nezu who gave him a tight smile. "No one wins." Mirio rubbed his face groaning.
"Well," Nezu sighed, "he's already technically won. The ranch foreclosure is imminent and he's running for the city council election. Once the money is up for grabs, this facility will be approved in no time. We have little to no reach politically outside of our part of the valley."
"But everyone banks with you!" Miro's voice ratcheted higher with frustration.
Nezu's dark eyes went wide. "Threaten people that deposit money with me because I don't like what they're doing?" He chuckled, "you do realize that morals aren't something we gauge when you open a checking account."
"Well, I know, but," Mirio crossed his arms again, muttering under his breath.
The room went quiet except for the soft rustling of Nezu going through the court documents. He paused and dipped his head, adjusting his glasses. "Tenya?" He asked in surprise. "How is he involved?" Nezu flipped to the next page. "His name is on this draft, but it looks like Shouto took him off the filing."
"Tenya is living in his house that he owns in the next county." Mirio groused. "I think this was all his idea." He decided not to add that they were having an affair considering he was still smarting over that discovery.
"Interesting that he's involved. He's the lawyer that the Midoriya's had on their ranch a while ago."
"Yeah, that's where he met Shouto."
"Looks like it might be fate," Nezu laughed as he sat back in his leather chair. "I think the best approach is through him."
"Not Shouto?" Fuyumi shot Mirio with a confused look.
"Can you explain why we would go after Tenya?" Mirio contemplated the older man. It'd been years since he had talked to Nezu, and even then, very briefly. Was he going senile? "That doesn't make sense. He's not the one filing the foreclosure."
"True… but all of this legal work is clearly his and," he leafed through the list of prospective contracts. "He's the one that gave Shouto these company names." He grinned as he flipped through more paperwork. "This is how we'll win."
"Forgive me Nezu, I don't understand." Fuyumi's voice was edged with skepticism. "My brother is in control of everything. The corporation, the ranch, the foreclosure, it's all in his name."
"He is…he is." Closing the folder, he sighed. "Listen… Shouto has as much to lose with this plan as any of us. According to you, this is all to save your family ranch, which means he places a heavy value on the land. Tenya has no such connection. By removing him and isolating Shouto, it's possible he might be more willing to work with the Midoriya family, if he could get what he needed in the end."
"Money," Fuyumi stated flatly.
"Yes."
"I think that's a good idea." Mirio perked up with that thought. Tenya was a definite cancer and if Shouto wasn't being influenced by him, he might back off. Of course, he ran the risk that even alone Shouto could keep moving forward, and that possibility hurt even worse. Even if he was done with Shouto, he still had feelings for him and wanted to hope for the best. "How do we get Tenya out?"
"I know him. From my past."
"What?" Mirio and Fuyumi spoke at once.
Clearing his throat, Nezu tapped a thin finger on the desk. "Not directly." He glanced at them and then let out a long sigh. "Believe it or not he was working for my uncle when he was caught in a tax fraud situation. It was for a company that had hired him on the side to do some consulting work and it landed them all in jail. When he got out and ended up at the Midoriya ranch, my uncle contacted me about him. He needed help and realized Tenya didn't know about our connection because no one calls me by my real name here."
"Your real name?"
Nezu held his breath for a moment before he blurted out his next words. "Yasuhiro Takato, my uncle owns Takato industries."
"Are… are you kidding me?" Fuyumi leaned so far out of her chair she almost tipped out on her knees.
Chuckling Nezu smiled innocently, "I guess you've heard of them."
"Who the hell hasn't?
"I haven't," Mirio admitted.
"Okay well the rest of the population outside of this valley knows Takato Industries. They are one of the largest manufacturers in the world, from pins to airplanes."
"Yes, that's my uncle." Nezu rubbed his neck and blushed.
"That's incredible!" Fuyumi looked incredulously at Mirio.
"Well, not really."
"Yes it is!" She snorted loudly. "You're uncle-"
"Why would he ask for your help with Tenya?" Mirio jumped in, cutting Fuyumi off, he needed to get everyone back to ousting the man. She side-eyed him but focused back on Nezu.
"He'd kept tabs on him while he was in prison, and then when he came here, he let me know."
"Why would he do that?" Mirio frowned.
"As part of his legal counsel, Tenya was privy to insider information that could have jeopardized some mergers my uncle was planning. He was concerned he might try to sell off what he knew, so he had a security detail assigned to him. Once the mergers were completed, he removed them. That was about a year after Tenya came to the valley."
"Wow," Fuyumi was awestruck. "Being a lawyer for Takato industries, no wonder Tenya had so much knowledge around this kind of project. I know my brother, and this is definitely way outside what he would be capable of doing."
"Yes," Nezu nodded, "this is similar to the types of deals Takato industries would structure. My guess is that my uncle did something similar in another area and Tenya is copying what he remembered."
"No offense but it's people like your uncle that create these damn headaches to begin with," Mirio groused.
Nezu smiled sadly, rolling up the blueprints. "I know Mirio, and it is a frustration of mine as well. I don't go by Takato for a reason and honestly, I'm hoping you won't say anything to anyone." He glanced between the two of them. "I don't hide it on purpose, but my dad was very different from his brother."
"Of course," Fuyumi stood and gathered up the stuff they'd brought. "So, what's the plan, how do we get Tenya away?"
"The good news is that we have time. The foreclosure is set for ninety days, and he just served him today," Nezu glanced at his clock, "correction, yesterday." He yawned suddenly, "sorry, now that I saw the time, I got sleepy."
"I think we just scare Tenya," Mirio grinned. "I'll be happy to volunteer for that duty."
"That's not a bad plan," Nezu mused. "Let me contact my uncle and see what he can dig up. Based on what Tenya has done in the past it's possible we can find something to make him leave."
"What if they don't find anything?"
"Well," Nezu laughed nervously.
"We still scare him," Mirio stood, a dark look on his face.
Holding up his hand Nezu shook his head. "I won't be involved if you break the law."
"Ha!" Mirio barked out, "you don't know me very well Nezu." He grinned wickedly. "I'm an expert at driving people insane." He heard Fuyumi snort loudly. Tipping his head towards her, a cocky smile spread across his face. "She knows."
"Let's try my angle first." Nezu smiled, almost knowingly. "Put all of this back and let everything continue moving forward. It's critical that they don't know what we're doing or that we know."
"What about Iz and the other ranch hands?" Fuyumi asked quietly.
"Even them, I know…" Nezu made a face, "it's going to be hard to see them scrambling to get a home for their livestock but if they don't, Shouto will know something is up."
"I'll handle that part." Mirio reassured her. "I've already offered to Iz that he could use our lower pastures. We've got plenty of room along with the Tokoyami family. I'll make sure they don't commit to anything financially that screws them up later."
"Still," Fuyumi picked up the blueprints and slid them into the cardboard tube. "I feel terrible for him." She frowned, "are you sure he couldn't pretend?"
Nezu sniffed sharply, "I won't say no. My uncle should get back to me quickly, if you think it's prudent then go ahead, just be sure to tell us if you do say something."
"Okay," she sighed.
"Let's talk about that later." Mirio helped her gather up the stacks of papers and both said good night as they left.
Nezu waited to turn off the porch light until they were in their cars. Tightening the sash on his robe, he headed back to his office and sat at his desk. He was tired but wanted to talk to his uncle about this as quickly as possible. Searching through his phone he found his contact and dialed. He knew from experience that he would answer, he was pretty sure the man was bi-polar by the hours he kept.
"Hiro!"
"Hello uncle," Nezu smiled at the nickname he'd not heard for years.
"My boy it's after midnight, don't you turn into some kind of pumpkin?" He guffawed.
Pulling the phone from his ear, he grimaced, his uncle was also the loudest person he knew. "I've had a run in with Tenya Iida and was wondering if you might help me."
"Tenya? Seriously? Well, well. What a small world. As it happens, I've been in contact with him too."
"You have? Recently?"
"No, it was about six months ago."
"Why did he contact you?" Nezu's interest was sparked. Perhaps he'd already found their solution.
"I'm sure you remember that Tenya screwed the Shindou family's tax books, which landed him and the head of the family in jail. Ever since he got out, with a much shorter sentence, he's been on the outs with the family, especially Yo Shindou, the eldest son."
"I can imagine."
"Well, it got worse after Yo's father passed away while in prison." He paused and Nezu heard the soft click of ice in a glass. Letting out a long sigh, his uncle continued. "Then earlier this year Tenya reached out to me to try to propose some project. He'd lost his main investor and needed a replacement. It was too small for my taste so I thought it would be a good chance for them to have… uh, well, a kind of truce. Tenya is keen to settle his debt. He's basically been in hiding and wants to come back to the city, which will never happen without him paying a hefty price to the Shindou family."
"And what's the project?" Nezu was curious about what his uncle knew.
"Some kind of water plant, it's in a county, probably out your way, looked like it was near bum fuck. A natural spring there."
"Yes, actually, it's here, in my valley."
"Oh," his uncle coughed, "well, I guess that's why you're interested. That makes this a bit awkward I suppose."
"Not necessarily."
"How's that?"
"Well, this plant isn't that bad, it's rather small. It can feed the valley with much needed water to expand our grazing area and keep larger corporations out of our hair."
"Uh."
Nezu could hear him typing.
"Hiro, do you have a computer near you?"
"Well not on," he reached over and flipped on his machine.
"Fire it up and take a look at what I just sent you. I'm curious what you think of as small."
A prickling chill raced up Nezu's spine at his words. Clicking on his inbox, he saw his uncle's email come through. Attached were several pictures. Opening the first one, his eyes bulged from his head. "What?" He stood to see the screen better. "This… this is huge!" He sat back down looking at the massive facility that had to be at least ten times bigger than the one he'd seen tonight. "And… what are those concrete walls?"
"Yo was concerned with water seeping out, wants every penny. So, they'll dig down and dam in the water from beneath."
"Dam?" Nezu's heart sank. "This… this is not what Shouto Todoroki has planned at all!"
"Todoroki?"
"The man that's working with Tenya Lida, his partner."
"Oh, the man that's filing everything for him."
"Yes!"
"Well, the only partner on contract with Tenya is Yo Shindou and that's who's fronting the money for that plant."
"Oh my."
"Damn shit lawyers, are you telling me Tenya is fucking double crossing him again? What a complete fucking idiot!"
Nezu cleared his throat sharply.
"Oh Hiro, shove it up your tight ass. Sorry about the language but do you realize what I had to fucking do to get Yo to step up to the plate? God Dammit!" Nezu heard something break in the background. "Well, contracts are signed, so this thing is going in your valley come hell or highwater."
Clicking on the other attachments, Nezu scanned the contracts quickly. "I'm afraid that your friend is going to be highly disappointed when both hell and highwater come, I believe these contracts could be disputed, but I'll need to go over them in more detail."
"Are you shitting me?" His voice grew cold.
"Look," Nezu pinched the bridge of his nose. "Could you set up another meeting? I'd like to come and talk with Shindou myself. I may be able to offer him something as compensation for what he could lose."
"If it includes Tenya's head, he might be willing to talk."
"Actually," Nezu sighed, he never did like this side of the business. "I can possibly help with that."
"Then consider it done. Good talking to you Hiro."
"You too, Un-" The line went dead. Setting down his phone, Nezu chewed on his lip as he studied the updated blueprints. He needed to decide the best way to deal with this new development.
The air was cold and the spray from the water mixed in the gusts of wind as it flew around their bodies. Huddled on the isolated beach, Izuku leaned into Kacchan's warmth. They stood quietly, both lost in their own world as they watched the sea gulls struggle to fly above the crashing waves. Kacchan lowered his chin to rest on his shoulder.
"The tide's so high you can't see the rock," Izuku mused.
"The waves are bigger too."
Izuku was awestruck by the difference. The snarling ocean in front of them was completely different from the one they'd seen this summer. Curls seemed to form perfectly at the top of the waves as the water sprayed and then crashed hard, like thunder as it reverberated through the air. The gulls were adding to the chaos with their screeching, chasing down whatever they could find to eat from the foamy water that churned along the sand.
They stood near the cliffs as the tide crept slowly towards them. Along the horizon, steel grey clouds framed the dark blue water with a strip of light in between that was slightly red, suggesting the setting sun that struggled to get through the thick clouds. There was a fierceness to the entire scene that gripped Izuku's imagination.
"It's incredible, I don't even recognize the place." Kacchan murmured as if reading his thoughts.
"I know, it was so peaceful and now…"
"It feels dangerous."
Izuku nodded in agreement, tipping his head back to bump Kacchan and smiled. "I feel like we're shipwrecked on an island," he looked across the deserted beach. "Just the two of us," he whispered. This was exactly the feeling he was hoping for when he'd dragged Kacchan here last night. "Sorry." He'd said it a few times today already, but he figured it was worth saying again. Never in his entire life had he put his foot down or demanded to have his way, especially with something so big. With Shouto, he'd always back off and let him win, it was easier. But with Kacchan, he felt like they had a partnership. Even though he hadn't wanted to come, he'd listened to him.
"Sorry for what?" Kacchan snorted. "For making me drive through the night, or for waking me up at some ungodly hour this morning to see some lumps of barking dogs."
"Kacchan," Izuku giggled, "they're harbor seals, and they only come onto the beach in the winter."
"Like I said, barking dogs." He nuzzled his neck.
"You didn't like them?"
"Freckles…" He nipped at his earlobe.
"Okay, I'm sorry for both."
"No, you're not."
"I'm not," Izuku laughed out loud, squeezing Kacchan's arms around him. He took a deep breath of the cool salty air.
"You were right, though." He admitted quietly, "I needed to get out of there. Even walking in the barn last night with Sero and seeing the blood." His body shuddered involuntarily.
"I know." Izuku turned and kissed him. His mouth was warm against the cold sea air. Pulling back, he looked into Kacchan's fiery eyes, remembering the first day he'd seen them. "I love the way you look at me."
"That's because you look amazing," he smiled and stroked his cheek. "That barber did a good job on your face this morning, barely any stubble now."
"Mmmm," Izuku blushed and turned back to watch the waves. They grew quiet listening to the cacophony of sounds around them. As the tide grew closer, they realized they didn't have much space left between the water and the sheer cliffs that hugged the shoreline.
"Should we head back?" Kacchan snagged his hand and tugged him away as the water raced towards them.
"Yeah," Izuku danced across the sand, staying ahead of the wave. "I'm ready for a drink and dinner
"I was ready for that an hour ago."
"But we would've missed this, the chart said it's a mega tide, so sunset is our only chance to walk the sand." Izuku tried to defend their hike as they jogged back to the path that led to the main road. "At least you're not carrying me this time."
"Why do you almost sound disappointed?" Kacchan ruffled his hair. "I doubt I could anymore. I've lost my muscles."
"As if," Izuku rolled his eyes playfully and poked him. His abs were still rock hard. "I like your body better this way anyhow, it's more natural."
Kacchan grunted at him and pushed him forward. "Should we do that BBQ place again? It was pretty good."
"We could eat on the balcony."
"It's pretty cold, especially with the wind, maybe inside?"
"Yeah, but could we leave the window open to hear the ocean at least?"
"Sounds good to me."
Winding through the town they stopped at the bar that boasted the best ribs in town. Which wasn't saying much considering they were the only rib place in town. Ducking into the restaurant, they ordered their food and bought two beers. Sitting at a table in the bar, they shrugged out of their heavy fleece jackets.
Taking a sip of his beer, Izuku enjoyed the warmth of the restaurant. "It's so cold here, I was surprised. I guess I always think of places by the ocean as tropical."
"Me too, but it's warmer here than at the ranch."
"Izuku?"
Hearing his name being called, he turned to see a lean man with shoulder length blonde hair walk across the bar. As he got closer, Izuku could see he'd dyed a streak of black into his bangs. He was grinning wide and trying not to spill an overfull beer. Izuku didn't recognize him at all. "Hello?"
"It's you!" Denki gaped and laughed. "Uh…" he looked over at Kacchan. "Wait…" snapping his fingers, he pointed to him. "Inosuke?"
"No, he's Katsuki," Izuku looked between the two of them, Kacchan's eyes were flickering angrily, and his jaw was clenched tight. "Do we know you?"
"He's the doctor from the clinic," Kacchan grumbled. "He stitched up your head."
"Oh!" Izuku rubbed the small scar on the back of his head. "I don't remember you at all, I'm so sorry." He felt a hot blush bloom on his cheeks.
"No problem, I'm Dr. Kaminari, but you can call me Denki." Grabbing a chair from another table, he pulled it up between them. "You were on some heavy drugs, so I doubt you remember much." He swirled his finger over his head, "head trauma is no joke, but you look good."
Kacchan glared at him. "We were just having-"
"What a small world," Denki gushed out, interrupting him. "I can't believe I ran into you again." Jerking back suddenly, he screamed in pain and grabbed his leg. Turning to Kacchan he scrunched up his face. "That really hurt!"
"What hurt?" He deadpanned.
"My foot," Denki huffed.
"Sorry," Kacchan snarled unapologetically. "The table is built for two, I guess my big boots just don't quite fit." Scooching back, Denki crossed his legs and stayed a safe distance from him. Swinging his gaze back to Izuku, he sipped his beer. "How've you been?"
Izuku wasn't even sure what to say, he had absolutely no memory of the man whatsoever.
"Don't you need to be doctoring someone somewhere?" Kacchan continued to glower at him.
"Nope," Denki smiled at Izuku. "How long have you been in town?"
"Just last night." Izuku could barely contain his laughter at the look Kacchan was leveling on the poor guy. "How… uh, how long have you worked at the clinic?"
"Oh, about-"
"No," Kacchan held up his hand. "We are not having a conversation with you. It was nice to see you, but we're here together."
Denki tipped his head, eyes going wide, "together.. together?"
"Is there another kind of together?"
"No… no, but you said you weren't into him that day at the clinic when I asked."
"You did?" Izuku spun on Kacchan. Red eyes blinked in surprise at the change in topic.
"I… I," he stammered, "I said I wasn't into anyone."
"You changed your mind then?" Denki smiled slyly. He side-eyed Izuku. "I can understand that."
"I didn't change my mind," he growled. "At the time…" he looked helplessly at Izuku, "I wasn't in a position to date anyone."
Izuku propped his chin in his hand. "Me neither," he teased and squeezed his hand, smiling warmly. "Glad you changed your mind." The blush that reddened Kacchan's ears sent a jolt of desire through Izuku's body. Grabbing his beer, he took a long swallow trying to cool off. Over the loudspeaker someone called out Bakugou.
"That's our food," Kacchan grinned triumphantly. "Good to see you Doctor Cree… um…"
"Kaminari," Denki cocked a brow. "Good to see you both again."
Grabbing the food, Izuku waved at the doctor as Kacchan yanked him out the door.
Hightailing it out of the restaurant, Katsuki dragged Freckles down the sidewalk cutting across the back of the hotel to their room. Unlocking their door, he slammed it closed behind them. "Escaped," he laughed and set the food down on the table. Pouncing on Freckles, he pulled him in for a kiss.
"You taste like beer," Freckles licked his lips.
"So do you," the hoppy flavor of the IPA was bitter on his tongue.
"Mmmmm," he sighed against his lips. "I like this, but I really need to eat."
"Yeah, me too." The smell of the BBQ was filling the hotel room with a mouth-watering scent. Finally pulling away, Katsuki opened the bag and divided the food between them. Sitting down they began digging into the ribs and coleslaw.
"I forgot how spicy these were," Freckles opened up another beer and gulped down half the can.
"Definitely has a kick," Katsuki slurped a rib down to the bone and threw it on their growing stack. Eating one after another until his stomach threatened to pop, he finally stopped and washed his hands. Clearing the table, Katsuki paused to stare out the window.
The roar of the ocean was loud tonight, the pounding waves echoed off the cliff walls. Opening the slider, he stepped out on the balcony. The air was even colder now that the wind had picked up. Hunching over he debated going in to get his jacket, but decided it felt nice. Leaning on the balcony railing he tried to see into the darkness of the ocean, he could hear Freckles moving around the room behind him. It was eerie to remember that first night here.
That night he'd walked out the hotel door thinking he'd never see him again. Now he was back, and they were… Katsuki looked up at the dark sky.
What were they?
He poked his head into the room. "Hey Freckles?" He was washing up in the bathroom.
"Yeah?" Toweling off his face, he looked up.
"What are we?"
Walking out into the room, he gave him a strange look. "Humans?"
"No," Katsuki laughed and shook his head. "You and me? I guess we're boyfriends?"
Freckles gave him an ear-splitting grin. "I like that," he sauntered across the room to stop directly in front of him. Flipping the towel behind Kacchan's neck, he tugged on him until their mouths met.
"I really like this," Katsuki teased his tongue with his own. The tangy spice lingered in his mouth from the ribs as he nipped his bottom lip and sucked gently. Stepping back inside the room, he reached behind him and shut the door. "So, boyfriend, what should we do now?"
Freckles yanked on the towel harder, deepening the kiss. Their tongues entwined as they explored each other's mouths. Blood rushed through Katsuki's body and pooled in his groin. His dick was already rock hard. Sliding his hands around to the small of Freckles' back, he hauled his body against his length, letting him feel his cock.
"I'd like to do boyfriend kinds of things," Freckles gripped his face devouring his mouth again. His hands slid down over his chest, and he tugged at his shirt. "Take this off."
Yanking it off, Katsuki could feel the cool glass of the slider press against his skin sending a wave of goosebumps down his back. Those big green eyes swept over his body.
"So nice," Freckles lowered his head and swiped his tongue over his nipple.
Katsuki shuddered as a flood of heat hit him so fast his breath caught in his throat. He groaned as Freckles drew his nipple into mouth, heat and suction drawing his nipple so taut it was almost painful. His tongue flicked at the sensitive nub and then his teeth bit gently into his tender flesh. "Freckles," Katsuki gasped, arching his back at the twisting of pain and pleasure. "We need to move to the bed," he gritted out. "Otherwise, we'll end up fucking on the floor."
"Mmmm" Freckles hummed and caged him in against the slider. "Is that so bad?" His tongue left a wet trail that cooled across his chest until his mouth found his other nipple.
Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath as he nipped at him again. "Freckles…" He closed his eyes. "I'm gonna fucking explode."
"You are?" He chuckled and kissed his chest again. "Should I do something about that?" He walked his fingers down his stomach pushing them into the waistband of his pants. Katsuki moaned, feeling his cock bulge against the taut fabric of his jeans. Then Freckles followed his fingers, trailing kisses along his skin, his stomach muscles flinched with each brush of his lips.
"What… what can you do?" Katsuki tried to focus, but he was driving him crazy. The cold glass was a welcomed feeling as his mouth was making him so fucking hot that he was sweating.
"Mmmm." As his lips touched his waistline, Freckles flicked his tongue and sucked gently on his skin.
"Fuck…" Katsuki jumped, his toes curling.
"Wow," he chuckled, palming his hard cock through the thick fabric of his pants. "I think this is the real prisoner." Freckles tilted his head and winked, pulling slowly on his top button. "Would you like me to set him free?"
Katsuki just nodded, watching as he moved along each button pushing and tugging. He was purposely rubbing him with his fingers which was only sending him further past his limit. He didn't think he could wait.
Fuck.
He was going to cum before his pants hit the damn floor. He thrust up into his hand, watching as his green eyes grew black with desire. Digging his hand into his curls, Katsuki resisted smashing his face into his cock. "I need.." his words ended in a long moan.
"Need what?" Freckles was playing with the last button, watching him intently. Finally, he pulled ever so gently and his pants burst open, his cock so hard that it thrust up through the elastic of his briefs. The swollen head oozed with precum. Freckles grinned and swiped his tongue greedily across his exposed flesh as he jerked Katsuki's pants down to his knees.
Like a rush of fire sweeping into his body, Katsuki moaned against the sheer pleasure that burned through him as his mouth closed over him. A wet heat slid down his whole length. Sagging against the glass door, he gulped in air, gripping Freckles for support. A low chuckle vibrated from the mouth sucking on him and the fire raged hotter. Then his hand found his balls and began to play with them, his fingers trailing over his normally untouched skin.
It was fucking heaven.
Katsuki's knees buckled and he slid all the way down the glass, landing on his ass… and his sweet fucking mouth never let go. Freckles had dropped down with him, not stopping his assault on his cock. His tongue sliding up and down while his cheeks hollowed out in a sucking motion. Drool slid down his chin, glistening as it splashed on Katsuki's thigh, dripping slowly down his leg. The slurping penetrated his brain, loud in the quiet of the room, it was like gasoline on fire. Each sloppy wet noise shot through his balls threatening to erupt through his cock. Panting he didn't know what to concentrate on, there were too many fucking sensations. "Freckles…"
His hot mouth disappeared, and the cold air hit his wet skin.
"Yes?" He sat back smiling coyly.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
Laughing he ran his fingers along his balls which were now coated in his saliva. "Isn't that the point?"
"But if I do," Katsuki gasped as Freckles twisted his balls gently. "It'll take me a while to get hard again." He wasn't sure if that was the truth, Freckles was so fucking hot that he'd probably be ready to go fast, but he didn't want to disappoint him.
"So?" He settled his head down between his legs and using his fingers held his heavy cock while he licked up the full length of his shaft with his tongue.
It took another thirty seconds for Katsuki to respond. Laughing harshly, he looked down at him again and groaned at the sight. "Not sure if you know, but it takes a really hard dick to penetrate someone's ass."
"I know," he hummed playfully.
"If I cum, I won't be as hard."
A wicked smile danced across Freckles' face. "Kacchan," he hesitated, then sitting up, he wiggled into his lap and kissed him, stroking his dick at the same time.
"Ahhh," Katsuki tried to focus on him but breathing had become his only priority, he needed to breathe.
He felt a hand on his wrist, Freckles was pulling at his arm. "Touch me," he whispered, putting his hand against his groin. His cock was hard as steel, buttons splayed from the force of his erection. "I'm plenty hard for you."
"What?" Katsuki's brain cleared as his brows knitted sharply. He sat up. "You?"
His hand began to stroke his cock again.
"Wait," he gripped his arm tightly. Sucking in a breath, Katsuki tried to hold back the orgasm, but he knew it was like using tissue paper to stop a fucking tsunami. "Wait…you wanna fuck me?" His green eyes drilled into him. He shuddered at the intensity of his stare. "I thought…" his hand kept pumping his dick.
Freckles added his other hand to his cock, covering him from base to crown and began to twist. "What did you think?"
"Fuuuckkk!" Katsuki's body went rigid as the orgasm ripped from his balls, searing a path through his cock, his cum flew over his stomach in several thick white ropes. Falling back against the slider, he gasped for breath. "What the fuck was that?" He moaned softly. Freckles was licking his fingers, grinning.
"That was a hand job." he mused as he kissed his chest making his way up to his neck. "A particularly special one, just for you."
"Yeah, fuck," Katsuki was slowly gaining control over his body again. He grabbed a fistful of his curls and pulled his head back.
"Ow."
"Talk to me, Freckles."
"Um," he sighed, "I don't like… bottoming. I've never really liked it." He shook his head free of his hand. "I usually get all my pleasure from my dick." He peeked at him from under his long lashes.
"Okay," Katsuki swallowed hard. "You never did, uh… " he gritted his teeth, the last person he wanted to think about. "You never fucked the asshole's asshole?" That earned him a chuckle.
"No," he sat back up, wiggling further up his body. He stroked his face. "You look so beautiful."
"Don't change the subject."
"He wouldn't…" Freckles looked at the ceiling, "it wasn't something he would even consider. I don't even think he asked."
Guilt twisted in Katsuki's heart, of course, a narcissist prick wouldn't even think of his partner, let alone give him what he wanted. Katsuki clenched his ass cheeks together tightly, could he? Freckles was quiet, his big luminous eyes sparkling in the dim light of the hotel room, he was waiting.
Waiting for his answer.
Fuck.
Freckles would give him his ass freely. Open up and let him have his pleasure at the cost of his own. Chills prickled along his spine at the answer that was forming in his brain, all he knew was that he wanted to be the only one for him. To give him everything he deserved.
Sitting up, he nodded slowly.
"Alright."
Izuku held his breath, he doubted Kacchan would say yes so when he answered, he'd almost missed it, his dick reacting a lot faster than he did. "Did you say yes?" He had to make sure, if he'd heard wrong...
"Yeah." Kacchan sounded like he was trying to be confident. "This is about both of us, not just me."
There was a heartbeat of silence as Izuku debated his next words. "Kacchan, you understand that I want to fuck you." He paused to let the words sink in, just in case he was misunderstanding. "A-Are you positive? I mean…have you?" Izuku wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Are you trying to talk me out of this?" He tilted his head, searing red eyes searching his face.
"No," Izuku breathed out. "But.."
"Yeah," he grinned cockily, "my butt." Sighing he leaned back on the slider. "I know what you're asking Freckles and I'm scared as shit, so you better be damn good at this."
"Kacchan," Izuku wanted to cry, the barrage of feelings that were crashing in on him was overwhelming. Grabbing him into a tight hug, he squeezed him hard. "Thank you."
He grunted. Moving out from under him, he stood and kicked off his jeans and held out his hand, helping him to his feet. Lacing their hands together, Izuku felt suddenly shy, all his brashness cut off at the knees at the intensity of the moment. Kacchan pushed him backwards across the room until they were at the bed, the heat of his hand on his jeans as he squeezed along the outline of his rigid cock.
"You are so fucking hard, Deku," he teased and pulled his shirt off over his head. Pushing him down on the bed, he crawled up over him.
"Kacchan-"
His kiss drowned out the rest of his words as his tongue invaded his mouth. Damn, he tasted so good, the spice from the ribs only making it more intense. Izuku kissed him fiercely, his arms wrapping around his neck as Kacchan's hands slid down his body, setting off a whip of pleasure that snaked up through his balls. Kacchan was hard again, his cock ramming into his stomach as he thrust against him.
"Kacchan, I think I'm the one-"
"Who gets to have all the fun?" He let out a harsh laugh, "don't worry Freckles, I haven't changed my mind, in fact, the idea of letting you fuck me is starting to really turn me on."
"It is?" Izuku smiled and bucked hard against him at just the right moment so that his cock was trapped for a brief moment in his stomach muscles. Then it slid slowly out from his skin.
"Oh fuck." Kacchan let out a loud moan and dipped his head down, raking his teeth over his neck. "Damn, Freckles. I'm already so fucking hard again." He took several deep breaths.
Hooking his hands under Kacchan's arms, Izuku hauled them both up to the top of the bed, he was heavier than he expected. "Open the nightstand drawer," he nodded to the left side of the bed. Kacchan reached over and did as he was told, pulling out a paper bag.
"Another gift?"
Izuku chuckled and cocked a brow, "I guess, yeah?"
Dumping out a bottle of lube and several condoms, Katsuki grinned, "definitely the best present yet."
Scrambling to his knees, Izuku grabbed the lube and slapped Kacchan's bare ass lightly. "Lay down."
Grunting in response but he didn't move, instead he peered over shoulder, his red eyes snapping fire. "You might be the top today," he growled, "but don't think you can order me around like your bitch."
If his cock hadn't twitched against his stomach, shooting a load of precum at the same time, Izuku would've almost believed him. "Don't worry, Kacchan," he squeezed the lube over his fingers. "I know what I'm doing."
"Yeah… and that's what fucking worries me," he inhaled sharply closing his eyes. Laying down, he squeezed his eyes shut and his body went rigid waiting for him.
"Kacchan?" One eye opened. "You need to relax." Izuku bent down and kissed his chest.
"Not that shit again."
"It works for a lot of situations," running his tongue down his stomach which twitched and jerked at the touch, he could feel that Kacchan was beyond tense, every muscle on guard. Sighing, Izuku knew needed to get him to the point of no return. He stared at his beautiful cock so heavy and full, it stood straight up, begging to be touched. It registered then that Kacchan had probably never felt a prostate orgasm before in his life. "Please," Izuku softened his voice. "Relax for me."
"Right…" He squeezed his eyes shut again and fisted the sheets in his hands.
"You look like you're at the doctor's office waiting for the proctologist."
"I kinda am," he quipped back. Taking a deep breath, he let go of the bed. "Okay," he shook out his hands. "You can do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" Izuku beamed. "Well, then…" grabbing his legs, he jerked them upright. "I've been wanting to do this ever since I saw this luscious ass in chaps." Sending Kacchan onto his back, he plunged his tongue into his tight hole.
"WAIT!" Protesting loudly, he tried to sit up, but Izuku had already pinned him down.
Freckles was strong, he had him doubled over and ass up, fucking smashing his body in half. His hand, covered in cool lube wrapped around his cock and any thought to escape was ripped from his head as he began to stroke on his dick and suck on his asshole at the same fucking time.
He'd never felt the strength and heat of a tongue in his ass, it was a strange sensation at first, but with his hand sliding in perfect rhythm to his tongue, it quickly changed. His balls bunched, tightening and pulling as the fire was back again, roaring through him. "I'm gonna…oh fuck, cum… fuck." He gasped as Freckles' tongue split his ass, his tight ring stretching from his wet heat. Katsuki tried to move away. It was too much but his mouth was unrelenting. Then a finger joined his tongue. "Aaaahhhh," he lurched upwards, grabbing at air as he tried to reach him. He pressed him down harder. "Nooo," he moaned but his dick wasn't agreeing, a rush of blood surged into his cock so hard it bulged until he was sure that it was going to burst.
"You like that?" Freckles squeezed his twitching cock as he inserted another finger and pushed his tongue between them.
Katsuki let out a guttural groan. Pain and pleasure had never been so tightly woven together in his life.
He fucking loved it.
Then Freckles began working his fingers in tandem, scissoring him open further. All of his senses were laser focused on the feeling of the stretch and the hand on his cock.
He inserted another finger, and his balls squeezed so hard he cried out, almost in pain, as the orgasm hit. Cum splattered across his stomach. Freckles continued to stroke him as his cock jerked over and over again. Closing his eyes, Katsuki gasped for breath.
Hearing Kacchan moaning through his orgasm had Izuku almost cumming himself. Sitting back on his heels, he grabbed a pillow as he continued stretching him. Sliding the pillow under his hips, he let his body down. Kacchan looked amazing, covered in sweat and cum, his dick spent. His eyes blinked open, stared at him like he'd never seen him before in his life.
"The fuck?" He rasped, still catching his breath.
Izuku grinned, "I think you like having your ass licked, Kacchan." He could see he wanted to say something cocky in return but instead his face softened, and he laughed.
"That felt fucking amazing."
The sound of raw pleasure in his voice rocked him. If Izuku didn't know what it felt like, he would've buried his cock in his ass right there in one thrust.
But he did know.
Kacchan might've cum from the stretch but having a dick inside you was another level and he needed him to want it, not just tonight, but every fucking time. Hooking his finger, he began searching for his prostate.
"Nng," Katsuki grunted, "what the fuck you're doing?" He clenched his ass muscles around him.
"I'm looking for your prostate."
"Good luck."
His voice sounded too normal. Izuku wrapped his other hand around his balls and using the excess lube from his ass, he began to massage along the skin behind his balls. The swollen gland was right there. Moving his finger in his ass deeper, he managed to press it between both digits. He felt him flex his entire body.
"Hell?" Katsuki squirmed under him. "Feels… strange."
"Strange, good or strange, bad?" Izuku massaged the hard nub between his fingers, it was starting to swell more.
"Good?" Kaacchan's voice hitched upward.
Izuku knew he'd be ready to fuck soon, and that thought was sending his cock into desperation mode, his jean buttons bit painfully into his flesh. His hands were too busy to do anything about it at the moment. "Kacchan?" He waited until he looked at him and gave him a sheepish smile. "Could you help me out?" He glanced down at his pants, now almost ripping apart. Kacchan's hands followed his gaze and tugged at his jean buttons, which gave away easily. Izuku breathed a sigh of relief.
"I know I've seen you before, but…" he was looking straight at his cock. "I didn't think of it in quite this light." He bit his lip and ran his fingertips over his shaft. "Is this gonna fit?"
Gritting his teeth against his soft touch, Izuku let out a harsh laugh. "I'm not that big."
"Says you, who's sticking it in."
"You're talking too much," he increased the pressure of his fingers and licked him along his hip, biting and sucking hard, he heard him let out a sharp breath.
"Fuucck," he grabbed his shoulders. "That…feels good."
Izuku admired the red mark and moved to his other hip to give him a matching one on the other side as he squirmed and bucked under him. His fingers never stopped as he stroked his g-spot, he could feel it swell further, his balls bunching tight.
He was ready and Izuku was near his own end.
Pulling his fingers from his ass, he heard him moan low. Ripping open a condom, he clumsily sheathed his cock. His hand was shaking so badly, it took him several seconds. Covering himself with more lube, his entire body began trembling. He could barely line up to his tight hole, his heart was pounding so hard. For a moment he thought he might faint. "I'm going to enter you now," his voice cracked.
There was no answer.
Taking a shuddering breath, he pushed into him. A low moan escaped from Kacchan as his back arched over the pillow. The tight warmth of his ass was incredible, Izuku's mouth went slack as his eyes just about rolled back in his head, he continued to slide into his body. Kacchan's moan rang out in one long breath, as his fingers dug into his shoulders, but suddenly his ass muscles clenched. Hard.
"Shit," Izuku gasped, "Kacchan, you need to relax. My dick…gonna cut it off." The tightness had gone from pleasurable to painful. "Kacchan?" He could see he was out of it, arching and twisting his body. Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.
"Hey," Izuku stroked his cheek, running his thumb over his full lips. "Can you look at me?" His eyes snapped back into focus, and he nodded. "Shhh, relax, it'll be easier."
"Can't!" His voice shook with fear. Izuku could feel his blood thumping crazily where his hand rested on the vein in his neck. Stopping himself from thrusting deeper, he cupped his balls and began massaging his prostate from the same spot again. Leaning down he kissed him tenderly. "I'm not gonna pull out. That makes it worse, but I won't move until you tell me, okay?"
"Fuck, okay," He half-hiccupped as he stared up at him. "Am I bleeding?"
"What?!" Izuku jerked back and looked down, seeing Kacchan's inflamed muscle twitching around his cock didn't help, he felt blood surge into his groin.
"Oi!" Kacchan propped himself up on his elbows. "How come you got so big?" His voice was laced with accusation.
"Well, there's no blood, but… Kacchan," Izuku needed to move, he was in agony. "You're swallowing up my dick and it looks… so fucking good." His hips were already inching back and forth. "I'm gonna cum and never stroke your g-spot."
Kacchan gave him a sour look. "You won't make me cum from my ass."
"At least let me try before you shoot me down." Izuku laughed painfully. Pulling out a bit to give himself room, he waited for Kacchan to stop him, but he didn't. Adjusting himself to get a better angle, he squirted more lube over his cock. Pausing, Izuku felt his body finally starting to relax as he continued massaging his prostate from the outside. Thrusting, he pierced his warmth, burying deep into his ass.
The feeling of Freckles' cock in his ass should've been more disturbing than it was. Katsuki struggled with the pain at first, but a wave of pleasure rocked him so hard it made his body shiver. From the stretch at the base of his thick cock to the head nestled deep inside of his ass, the fire was starting to rage out of control again.
"Kacchan, try to sit up."
His voice pierced his brain. "Sit up?" Not understanding why, he sat up. As he did, his stomach muscles clenched and somewhere between Freckles' thrusting cock and the thumb pressing under his balls, utter bliss exploded. He let out a loud groan, his entire body jerking, hard. Falling back, he shook as a radiating warmth rolled out from the pressure.
"That was it," Freckles laughed smugly.
Katsuki's body was still rocking from whatever the fuck had just happened, and his dick was so hard, he thought it might shoot off his body. "What the fuck was that?"
"Do it again," Freckles slid out and thrust slower. "Talk later, this takes time and I'm close." He hand settled on his stomach, a hair's breadth from his cock.
Struggling, Katsuki sat back up. "I'd rather if you stroke my-" It hit again, so hard, his eyes crossed. A smashing wave barreled through him causing his whole body to go weak. "Fuck!" He gasped as he fell back. Another quivering warmth pulsed through him again.
"Again." This time Freckles thrust harder into his prostate.
He sat up and it hit again. Katsuki's whole body stiffened as his muscles clenched around the thick cock sliding along the nerves of his ass sending a myriad of mind-numbing signals to his brain. His mouth went slack as he lost control of any motor functions. He panted and collapsed into the pillows as he tried to breathe from the exertion.
"Again." Izuku commanded, green eyes watching him closely.
Katsuki nodded. He didn't need to be told, not anymore, he was craving the mind-blowing feeling now. Sitting up, he moaned, like a god-damned-fucking zombie raised from the dead, but he didn't care, he just wanted to feel that wave of fucking bliss. Every time he sat up the coil tightened inside, building to the point that he was sure it was going to break him in two.
This was nothing like when he masturbated, which was a straightforward pleasure. What he was feeling now was so fucking insane he couldn't even think. It was like an itch that in some strange way felt so good you didn't want to scratch it. He sat up for Freckles until his muscles finally gave out.
"Up," Izuku gritted through clenched teeth.
"Too fucking tired." His head lolled back, and he had to let the sweet sensation of his cock stroking his ass be enough.
Freckles wrapped him up in his arms, and surged upwards, picking him up and slamming him up against the wall. His back pushed into the headboard as Freckles bent him in half at his stomach. For a moment he staggered under his weight, but steadying himself, he began thrusting like a mad man into him.
"Holy fuck! Are you fucking kidding?" Katsuki eyed the bed down below. The damn man was a monster. His curls were stuck to his temple as sweat dripped down his cheek, his hips ramming into him again.
Bliss… fucking mind-numbing, jaw-dropping, eye rolling, god-damned-fucking… Bliss.
The new position was almost unbearable, like a permanent sit up, the intense warmth radiated with every stroke of his dick now. Wave after wave smashed into his groin and through his body. Everywhere his skin touched him was on fire, it was like he could feel every hair follicle on his body as chills swept across him endlessly.
Somewhere deep inside where his cock pressed against him, the ripples of pleasure intensified into an unstoppable force that needed release. It was a familiar pressure.
"No!" He gasped.
Clawing at Freckles he had to stop it, needed to straighten himself before… he tried to arch his back to gain some relief from the feeling. "Stop!" He managed to grab his hair and force him to listen but his green eyes were glittering black, his face contorted with pleasure.
"Stop what Kacchan?" He thrust into him deep and ground his hips against his ass.
Too deep.
"Fuck!" He inhaled the word in a sharp gasp. It was like Freckles had pulled some thread inside his body and everything had come apart… at once. Any control was gone, he whimpered, feeling the pressure starting to release.
"Nooo, I'm gonna…fuck… pee."
He twisted his body trying to get away, but he only managed to spear himself further down on his thick cock, which slid over his prostate. A savage vibration joined the release as his muscles jerked so hard white spots floated in his vision. He clung to him as a heat shot straight up his cock and a dripping wet warmth splattered over his skin.
Barely daring to look, he was terrified of what he'd see, he almost cried in relief to see thin streams of watery cum spurt out of his cock. His body continued to writhe as the cum flowed like a fucking fountain. The nerves under his skin were alive, crawling over his body feeling like every hair was being pulled out of his skin at once. As Freckles thrust again, his body grazed his nipples, and for a split second Katsuki thought he was going to have a seizure from the touch alone.
"Down," he rasped, "please…put me down."
Izuku heard him begging but he couldn't stop, his orgasm had him gripped by the balls, literally. Kacchan's orgasm sucked him deep into his ass and was squeezing with the perfect amount of tightness. Thrusting in short strokes, he shuddered as cum flooded the condom, leaking out and dripping down his leg. He could feel him squirming harder.
"Down," Kacchan struggled in his arms, "put me the fuck down."
"Mmmm," Izuku's body was shaking so hard he was afraid he might drop him. Slowly, he let his body fall gently back down to the bed, he rolled off him and caught his breath.
He was thankful for the cool night air that whistled through the window. "So hot," he exhaled forcefully, feeling like he'd walked into a furnace. Jumping up he grabbed a towel and wiped himself down. Laying back down next to Kacchan, who was sprawled out and trembling with his eyes closed, he wiped at the cum on his chest.
"No!" His body lurched in the air. "Don't! He stopped his hand with a knuckle-crunching grip.
"Shit, sorry." Izuku pulled from his iron fist and threw the offending towel on the floor.
"It's okay," Kacchan's laugh sounded slightly crazed. "It just feels like my skin had an orgasm." Closing his eyes, he went perfectly still again.
"Was it that good?" Izuku leaned on his elbow, feeling a heat burn in his cheeks. For his first time topping, to see Kacchan such a fucking mess, well… if his ego could get up and strut around the room swinging it's dick, it would.
"Is.. is it always like that?" He sounded perplexed, like he was struggling to understand.
Izuku was desperate to touch him, comfort him, but he was afraid he'd get punched. "Not for me, but…" he shrugged, "I did a lot of research and yeah, for others, it can be like that."
His eyes popped open, and he stared at him incredulously. "You did that from studying? You must've been a fucking genius in college."
Laughing, Izuku dipped his head. "Can I touch you?" Kacchan's skin was practically glowing, a rosy blush staining his whole body and he was dying to run his hands over every inch.
"Mmmm, yeah."
Tentatively Izuku reached out and laid his hand on his stomach, his skin flinched under his touch but then relaxed.
"That was so fucking different, weird, I mean," Kacchan finally laughed. "I don't know what the fuck that was."
"A prostate orgasm."
"Yeah? I guess so. I've never had one." Izuku ran his fingertips over his chest gently. Kacchan nodded, "that better, my skin feels more normal."
Settling his hand on his heart, Izuku enjoyed the rapid beat firing under his fingers. Curling into him, he kissed his shoulder. "Your heart is almost as loud as the surf pounding on the sand below."
"I did a million fucking sit ups!" He smacked his shoulder. "What was that by the way? I mean I liked it, don't get me wrong but talk about a workout. I thought being the bottom was supposed to be fucking easy?"
"I see you get sassy after an orgasm," Izuku teased. "And I did some very heavy lifting." He rolled his shoulders. "You aren't light, but I could see you were getting tired."
"I was…" Kacchan turned on his side to face him and tucked his arm under his cheek.
Izuku smiled seeing his eyes still had a slight hazy quality to them. "I'd read that it can be hard the first few times with that kind of orgasm. Clenching your stomach muscle stimulates the prostate, then pinching it between my finger and dick…" Izuku kissed his full lips. "That was the finishing blow." Thinking about Kacchan's reaction under him was already making him horny. Izuku needed to do something else. "Should we clean up?" He hopped out of bed. "I'll run you a bath."
Going into the bathroom, he took a fast shower and putting in the stopper, began to fill the tub with hot water. Pulling a towel around his waist he went back into the room, Kacchan was lying lifeless on the bed again. Smiling to himself, he closed the window against the wind and latched it shut.
"Can we both take a bath?"
"It's not big enough for both of us," Izuku laughed under his breath, he looked like he'd been stampeded by a herd of cattle.
"K," standing unsteadily, he sat back down immediately and groaned holding his waist. "Ah… fuck me."
"Yeah," Izuku grimaced and sat next to him rubbing his lower back, "a cock will do that to you." Kacchan side-eyed him menacingly. Izuku laughed, "hot water and some bath fizz will cure you."
"You brought some?"
He was pouting and his frown was way too damn cute. Izuku could feel his dick getting hard again. Jumping up, he dug into his bag. "I did," he produced one of his many round bath bombs. Sniffing it, he exhaled, "this one is orange citrus." Running it under Kacchan's nose, he ripped off the packaging and went into the bathroom, tossing it into the bath. It spun, sputtering and fizzing, perfuming the air with its scent.
"That smells good." Kacchan peered over his shoulder. "Am I going to even fit in this tub?"
"Yeah, it's a bit small, but it's better than nothing. Get in and I'll wash you."
"You don't have to do that," He stepped in and settled down into the water. It was deep enough that the water at least came to his chest. He let out a soft grunt. "Fuck my back hurts."
"Sorry." Wetting a hand towel, Izuku began to scrub his chest.
"Never apologize for fucking the daylights out of someone Freckles, especially if they cum so hard they forget who they are for a few seconds."
Laughing, Izuku lifted his arm and cleaned him, "only a few seconds?"
"Ha!" He barked out but then went quiet.
"I'm glad you liked it, I know I did," he picked up the other arm and repeated his cleaning.
"You did?"
His question startled him, he sounded a bit…shy and once again, too damn cute. "Well, of course, Kacchan, I came so hard… I think there's a gallon of cum in that condom."
"So, I really felt, um, good?"
He was getting cuter. "Yes," Izuku washed his legs, "and if you keep asking such adorable questions, I'm going to fuck you again."
"Fucking adorable?" He quipped, huffing at first but then he looked away growing quiet. "But… well, we could maybe…" He shrugged.
"Maybe?" Izuku finished cleaning his body and tossed the washcloth in the sink. Sitting down on the floor, he rested his cheek on the side of the tub. "I hope we can do that a lot more Kacchan." The blush that bloomed up his neck and into his cheeks gave Izuku his answer. "Good," he smiled. "Now let me wash that gooey shit out of your beautiful hair."
TOL - 17 chapters, the longest I have ever gone before... FIRST time writing Kacchan as a bottom. Thank you, beta, for pushing me into places I have never gone. (or him).
PANIC ensued when I realized Nezu did not have a real name... that I could find. So I had a little fun with that.
LOVE the twist here. New character coming in, again thanks to my beta. Has the best ideas.
And lastly, Shouto. It's official, he's completely and finally screwed by his own actions.
DOWN TO THREE CHAPTERS... how is that possible?