Amazing how the same person who talks to me like trash can...

It was the weekend at the Bakugou residence. It was in the laundry room where Katsuki and Izuku could be found. Katsuki's father had an important event to attend with his job in the nearby prefecture so his parents were not to be back for the entire weekend. However, the spiky blonde's mother wasn't going to let his entire weekend go to waste so he could be lazy. Instead, Mrs. Bakugou left her son a list of chores to be finished before they return on that Monday.

The first thing on the chore list was to do laundry.

Katsuki hissed, gripping onto the dirty sock that he planted inside of his mouth to keep himself from moaning too loud. It was the middle of the afternoon and didn't want people hearing what he shouldn't be doing from those paper-thinned walls. "Take it easy, you baka! I ain't going anywhere!"

Izuku whispered an insincere apology, knowing how much Katsuki enjoyed being rattled in the position of possibly being seen or heard from the nosy neighbors. Just that thought of the nosy old Granny peeping her eyes to sounds of two teenage boys having sex. Then, telling her neighbors or those within her sewing circle. That alone was enough to arouse the emerald-haired teen.

Katsuki positioned himself on top of the washer. He was on his knees. He turned on the washer so at least there was some distraction from the act they were about to do.

"Geez, Bakugou! At least could we have waited until we were finished," said Izuku as he was putting on his shield of protection. He was on his last one so he knew that he needed to re-up. If not, then he knew that Ochako kept plenty when he plans to see her that Sunday after her parents leave to go on their weekly outing.

Katsuki slammed the cabinet with his fist. Whatever Izuku was thinking must have transferred within his mind. "Whatever you are thinking about, cancel it! I have been waiting all weekend to have some time with you. Now, hurry up!" Katsuki's voice was rattled. He didn't even take out time to pull off his clothes. He pulled his pants and his boxers down just enough for Izuku to make entry.

Nevertheless, Izuku wasn't going to deny Katsuki's request. Once putting on his shield, he stroked his dick hard enough so that he put it inside of Katsuki's hungry ass.

Katsuki gripped onto the cabinet, leaning his face onto the cool, wooden surface. He was tired of waiting. He didn't like to wait. Why does he have to make an appointment with a man that he has grown up with, bullied with, and then some brunette bimbo swept him off his feet? He broke Izuku in and she easily took him away? He gnashed his teeth as he scoffed loudly for Izuku's cue to begin.

"Yep!" Katsuki clenched his teeth as he felt his sword entering his sheath. A sharp, wincing pain, but nevertheless his pain. A pain he has ached for over the past week. Permanent markers, dildos, vibrators, his hands, none of which have worked. What he ached and what he craved was God's handmade sword that belonged to the man he has bullied all of his life. A man that he plans to continue to belittle, to demean until the end of days.

For Izuku Midoriya belonged to him. And him alone.

"My God, you are tight!" Izuku managed to say as he pressed his entire dick up to the base. He gripped onto Katsuki's supple ass as he began to thrust. Each thrust, he grunted. As if Katsuki's walls were enraged with excitement and anger, asking Izuku's sword on where has he been for all of this time.

"Shut up, baka! All I ask for you to do is fuck. Not make commentary!" The latter part ended with a sharp moan. He covered his mouth. He was fortunate that the washer was on or else a nosy neighbor or two would have heard his scream. The last thing he wanted to hear or see was an old Granny telling his mother what she had heard Katsuki doing.

For one, his parents haven't talked about sex. And for the other thing, they don't know that their Katsuki was only into guys.

"Fuck me, fuck me," replied Katsuki in a sharp, pitchy whisper, if not a demand. Izuku did what he was told. Amazing how much he was enjoying being told what to do. The same boy who told him he wasn't going to amount to anything needs him to perform an pleasurable but forbidden act. Izuku uped the ante as he pressed deeper into his ass. Katsuki covered his mouth, feeling the intensity.

The sound of the washer turned into a cycle, which created a ticklish vibration onto Izuku's dick. He tried not to giggle as he, too, wanted to bust his fat seed inside of Katsuki. He extended his hands from Katsuki's ass to his hip, wrapping it tightly like one does to a true love.

Or what a snake does to its prey. Which one is the prey? Which one is the snake? At this point in time, it was left to one's imagination.

Katsuki was caught off-guard by Izuku's sudden touch. He wasn't angry. In fact, he became thrilled. From time to time, he wished that idiot of his would quit being cowardice and take action for once. Katsuki felt his back against his chest. His red eyes turned to Izuku as his eyes were shut. Katsuki bit his lips, extending his hands to cradle Izuku's face.

Izuku felt the nails slight scrapping his face. His nails brushing against the tiny hairs onto his face. It felt like Katsuki was trying to read Braille. That alone tightened Katsuki's ass and Izuku's dick.

"Kiss me, baka," demanded Katsuki. Before the emerald-haired teen complied, he forced himself onto his lips. He used his teeth to suck out Izuku's tongue. He thrust his mouth up and down as if he was sucking Izuku's dick. Many times he has done that, slobbering from the balls to the shaft. If he could, he would bite.

But not today. Not this time.

"Katsuki, I am getting close," warned Izuku as he broke the kiss. He compressed his arm around Katsuki's hip. "I am about to come."

"Do it!" Katsuki used Izuku's mouth to cover the moan, the screams, and most of the cries as he felt that latex shielding his cavern. He felt the hotness around him. Something that no dildo, no pen, or permanent marker can do.

Katsuki felt limp, using Izuku's body for support.

He gave Izuku one more kiss. He felt good. He saw his dick silently leaking out his semen. As of now, his dick was useless. What he really wanted was from his ass and that he had received.

The cycle was done. Izuku placed Katsuki back on the washing machine as he pulled out of Katsuki's ass. The blue latex was filled of Izuku's spunk. He tied it like a wet balloon and discarded at the nearby trash can.

"I promise to throw it away properly after the clothes get dry," said Izuku as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.

"Whatever! Like I care," replied Katsuki. Katsuki pulled up his pants and shoved at Izuku's chest with his elbow. "Move the fuck out of the way, you ass! We have other things to do." He gave him a smug look as he slid open the laundry room door. "And be able to fold properly this time. I don't know what that cunt is teaching you but Mom didn't like it." He slammed it loudly.

Izuku pulled up his pants. He fastened it quickly because he knew how quick Katsuki would return and see that his chores haven't been completed. He coughed as he opened the wash and proceeded to take out the laundry.

Upon grabbing the first article of clothing, it was a red t-shirt. Izuku let out a smile. For that shirt was too small for him to wear. "So, you have kept that all of these years, huh?" He let out a slight chuckle as he proceeded to grab more clothes to put them in the dryer.

A few hours later….

Katsuki watched from the curtain in his bedroom as Izuku scurried off to the street. Around the corner, he saw Ochako waiting for him. The pair shared a kiss before walking out of sight. He closed the curtain, residing to his bed where he decided to retire for the evening.

The chores were finished. They had sex. They played video games and watched television. Now, he was in the midst of his lonliness.

He sighed, scoffing that he didn't need that two-timing bastard. At some point, he will probably marry that damn whore and have his two point five children with a cat and a pig. Katsuki didn't care. Katsuki was independent and was free to do what he wanted. To him, Izuku was nothing but a cheap fuck. Those things were strongly within his mind as he took off his clothes and climbed into bed.

He reached under the bed and grabbed the very red t-shirt that he stole from Izuku back when they were children. It was to tease him for being careless.

Now, he uses it to cradle in his sleep at night.

As he was about to turn over, he had received a text. He picked it up and saw it was Izuku. He read the text. Let's spend the next holiday together. I am thinking about that hot spring you kept babbling about. Later, Kacchan!

"You baka!" He let out a smile, kissed the phone with his text, and turned over.

Maybe things are okay like this...only for a little bit longer. At some point, I will have to open up my feelings. Because no matter what, I can't stop loving you, you baka!

The End...for now!