Amazing how the same person can talk to me like trash….

"Don't be too rough on me, you baka." It was underneath the staircase in the basement of UA High School whenever he wanted those encounters. No matter what time of day or what kind of mood he was in, he wanted his stress reliever. "I am serious, you baka. If you hurt me, then I will fucking hurt you!"

Izuku found it funny how Katsuki positioned himself against the wall. His arms were spread like eagles. His fingers were spread as he held onto the staircase. Katsuki didn't hesitate upon grabbing Izuku by the collar during lunch break and took him to the basement. In no time, he pulled down his pants and his underwear. He didn't hesitate. It was like all of the anger and frustration went away whenever he and Izuku were alone.

Izuku was prepared this time. He reached for the condoms that he took from his father's golf club in the closet. His father was out of town for the time being. Plus, for Izuku, it was ribbed for his pleasure. He was careful to slide the condom without making a noise. Katsuki didn't want him to be messy this time. He knew that Eijirou and Tenya had basement duty after school. No leaks, no traces, no scent. Nothing to deter that there wasn't two childhood 'frenemies' who were externalizing their 'hatred' for each other.

"You are taking too damn long, baka. We don't have all day." Izuku knew when he incorporated 'we' into the factor, he was tensed. By tensed, he was eager to be tamed. That was the best way to remind himself that he was human. The long years of harassing the very childhood acquaintance were nothing more than pent-up stress and denying the love that he had for the emerald-haired cinnamon roll.

Izuku put the condom wrapper into his pocket. He got himself hard as he saw Katsuki's ass into full view. The many days at school and the many nights after school when Izuku had sex with Katsuki. Mostly, Katsuki always took Izuku's cock. If not always. Interesting that it was Katsuki that had the bigger girth than Izuku.

Be as it may, he was hot-to-trot as he slowly spread Katsuki's legs. "Izuku!" He said his name whenever he knew it was close. It was like a brief of begging and mercy before feeling the force of Izuku's cock up his ass.

Katsuki was feeling moist. His ass ached for Izuku's dick. His dick was pointed north like a cardinal rose. Katsuki licked his lips as he felt Izuku's dick grinding against his ass.

"Now, Izuku. Put your dick inside of me." If this was the moment tears would escape from his fiery eyes, this will be the best time. "Now," he cried.

Izuku punctured his dick into Katsuki's narrow valley. Katsuki took sharp breaths. Although familiar to the feeling. He had always felt like a brand new virgin. He had hoped to God that he wouldn't bleed this time. He needed to be careful this time. He wouldn't know how many times he can explain to his mother that was either ketchup, red ink, or spaghetti stains on the sheets when Izuku would come over and make love.

"Damn it, you are tight," said Izuku as he proceeded to thrust. Katsuki tilted forward as he kept moving to the groove of Izuku's swollen cock. Izuku was excited, if not in rage. This hate, this pain he was feeling. Knowing that it was his baka, Deku, who was internalizing his pain and at the same time, externalizing his pleasure.

Izuku felt the folds wrapping around Katsuki's swollen ass. It felt similar to a pussy. When it came to Izuku, he identified as bisexual. He had his fair share of men and women. However, with Katsuki. If there was a invented sexuality, then his orientation was Deku-sexual.

He grunted, giving hints to Izuku to hold onto his hips. Izuku followed his cue as he wrapped his hands all over Katsuki's body. Katsuki wanted to be touch. He wanted him. Why could he be like this in the open? Such a showcase, Katsuki thought.

It didn't matter as he felt his dick dripping precum. Wanting to feel good, he grabbed his shaft as he felt his dick tingling with such an overwhelming sensation. "God, Deku. Make it rougher. Make me hate it. Make me have reasons to want to get you, you baka."

The emerald-haired cinnamon roll found Katsuki cute when he tried to be serious. Thoughts scattered in his mind on the things he wanted to do the blonde. Candles, vice grips, double penetration. Cross-dressing was his particular favorite, mostly because of his preference to women. Seeing Katsuki in a skimpy skirt wearing panties. Possibly a vibration in his tight little ass. Clinging on to him as they go on dates. His own personal trap. Be as it was a boy or a girl, Katsuki was his Katsuki.

Sometimes, he wondered if he was actually the prisoner or the master. He couldn't tell and neither did Katsuki.

Izuku pounded faster. Izuku knew with the time of the essence, he needed to escalate fast. Katsuki covered his mouth with his hand to negate the moods. Wanting Katsuki to achieve climax, he used his free hand to stroke his cock. "Izuku," cried Katsuki as he used his free hand to knead his nipples. "Drive me crazy, you idiot! You idiot! Drown me, Izuku! Drown me!" Katsuki wanted the feeling of Izuku's lively actively babies inside of him. It was a shame that the shield on his cock blockade. Oh, the thought of male pregnancy came into his troubled, feeble mind.

"Izuku, Izuku," cried Katsuki as he let go of the stair. Izuku supported him as he lifted him up. Using his legs, Katsuki had support on the understair. Izuku grunted as he knew he was close. Katsuki used his hands to wrap around Izuku's neck.

"When we cum, we will kiss, baka. And that's an order." Katsuki hated if either of them climaxes before the other. Katsuki saw the beady fluid leaking. His dick was flowing like an overflowed leaky pipe, shedding its tears of anticipation.

"Here I go," cried Izuku as the thrusts were getting faster. His hips were slapping Katsuki's ass as he was ready to deposit his sperm. "I am cumming, Kacchan! Here I cum!"

"I am cumming, baby. Cum now." Katsuki's final cry as the duo wrapped their lips around each other. Katsuki grabbed his dick to shield the ejaculate from spurting anywhere. Izuku climaxed quietly as the duo continued to kiss. Izuku had enough balance to drop to his knees without harming Katsuki. Both were panting as their orgasms continued until it was ceased.

Katsuki was the first to stand up. Immediately, he turned to Izuku and pulled off his condom. Without fail, he sucked out the seeds that rightfully belonged to the red-eyed blonde. He wanted its warmth, to know that a piece of Izuku was inside of him. He allowed himself to settle as he wanted to be sure that his seeds were going to his stomach.

Once again, if Katsuki can be pregnant.

Izuku sat up as he pulled out his uniform. They had enough time to spare before class. Katsuki punched Izuku in the shoulder. Then, kicked him. "Stupid baka! Your semen got onto my collar."

Izuku didn't fuss. He inserted his thumb into his mouth. He used the wet finger to clean off any semen. Izuku didn't hesitate to place it back into his mouth.

"God, you are nasty," said Katsuki. He put on his uniform and headed out first. "Don't bother me again." He straightened out his pants and headed upstairs.

Izuku put back on his shoes. He couldn't get mad at Katsuki. Katsuki still couldn't open up to his feelings. He reached into his cell phone. He saw that he had a small nightcap with Ochako this evening. Then, he received another text. After you spend the evening doing your thing with that slut, come and see me. I want to watch a movie.

Izuku shook his head as he took the other way to head back to the classroom. Didn't want to create any raucous at this time.

Amazing how the same person can talk to me like trash….

...is the same person who always needs my support.

And besides, that wasn't semen. That was the glazed cinnamon roll Katsuki swiped from him during lunch.

The End! Stay tuned for these short one-shots featuring Katsuki and Izuku!