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Bakugou arrived late, the taxi dropping him off at his apartment, and he was feeling bone tired. He had been away for three weeks and glad to be back home. Working at that other agency, in another region temporarily was good exposure and experience, for sure.

But he relished in being home.

Bakugou showered, ate lightly, and then dove under crisp cool sheets.

His last thought was of Kirishima, hoping he was doing alright. The red-head hadn't answered any of his texts in the last week.

That was worrisome.

He'll corner the bastard at the agency and ask him what was up. Sleep came quickly, Bakugou drifted off deeply.

Morning came and Bakugou got up quickly, wearing his civilian clothing, and eating a quick breakfast. He would need to go shopping soon; his fridge didn't hold many essentials.

Today was technically his day off, but he wanted to drop by the agency.

Thoughts of Kirishima plagued him and he needed to make sure things were cool between him and the idiot.

The trip to Endeavor Agency is uneventful, strolling in without any sort of fanfare until he reaches the correct floor.

"Bakugou, welcome back." He hears from Todoroki as the dual quirk user looks up at him.

"Where's Kiri?"

Todoroki frowns. "Well, hello to you too." He sighs, hitching a thumb over his shoulder blandly. "Locker room."

"Thanks!" He growls as he marches by and zeros in on the doorway. He kicks it open with force as he goes in. The red-head jumps and swallows, looking nervous.

Good, he knows he fucked up.

"Why the fuck didn't you answer my text messages all this week, Shitty Hair?"

"Wha-? I uh, lost my phone. Um, yeah?" Kirishima pressed against his locker, looking uncharacteristically fearful.

That gave Bakugou pause as his head tilted, eyes narrowing.

The blonde dismissed as he turned away with a wave. "Whatever." He needed to pack his own locker, so he might as well while he was in the locker room.

"My bad, bruh." Kirishima laughed sheepishly.

Bruh? What the absolute fuck?!

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"My bad, bruh?" He questioned as if confused.

"Bruh?" Bakugou question calmly, looking over his shoulder at the other. Kirishima nodded with a straight face. The blonde turn fully, facing the other. "Bruh," he questioned again.

"What's your problem, dude?" Kirishima looked increasingly concerned. "I thought we were good?"

"We ain't good." He began to close the gap between the two of them, holding his palms out as tiny explosions began to spark. His hands glowed in quick successions as flash showed his intent. "Who the fuck are you? Where's Kirishima, you goddamn wannabe?"

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If this was Kirishima, he would laugh Bakugou off, and approach him like nothing's wrong. Instead, the other cowers in fear, pressing so fully into the lockers to get away from Bakugo, it's almost laughable. It's strange to see that face twist in such fear.

It pisses him off.

Bakugou looms over the imposter. "Where?"

"How did you know?" Hearing the fear in Kirishima's voice just irked Bakugou so.

"Where's Kirishima or I'll fry your useless ass?"

"Okay, okay!" The image before him shimmered and shifted, Kirishima melted away to be replaced with a stranger. "He's in the warehouse ward."

"If you're lying, you're dead."

The thin man made a panic noise.

"Are there others you're working with?"

"Yes, just two others. I'm just the lackey, they wanted to keep the heat off of their operation, so I posed as Red Riot."

"Got it, IcyHot that bastard didn't even notice." He shook his head disappointedly. "Get up." He commanded and the imposter stood. "Move," he pushed him.

They departed the locker room and quickly found Todoroki.

"Who's this?" He asked wondering who this individual was being shoved by Bakugou.

"An imposter posing as Kirishima," Bakugou explained only for IcyHot to gasp.

"What? When?"

"Probably a week ago -, listen I'm going to find these fuckers and make them pay." Grabbing skinny by the neck he shaking him before himself. "This asshat will need to give me the location quickly before I blow his head off."

"Of course, of course.!" The man was sweating.

"If you're lying, I know where to find you."

Todoroki had call security and the cops so they could come to take the quirk impersonator away. "I should come just in case."

"The hell you are, Half and Half." The blonde growled threateningly. "Beanpole, location now!"

The thin man still held by the scruff of his neck by Ground Zero nodded helplessly. "Yes, of course." He whimpered as the pro hero Shouto stood before him. He had no choice.

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Bakugou and Todoroki stood outside the given location, hidden in an alleyway between two warehouses. It seemed kind of overkill to have both pro heroes there for two other adversaries, but Todoroki was a special kind of stubborn just like Bakugou.

On the way over, Todoroki confessed he felt guilty for not noticing the difference between the quirk impersonator and Kirishima.

"We're friends, but I didn't notice. For you, it only took one interaction to tell didn't it?"

"Yeah, so what?" Bakugou brushing the conversation aside without a thought.

"It just shows the bond between you two is deep, is all."

"You sound too sentimental right now, IcyHot, tighten up your panties and get to the roof. I'm going in and if you see villians, stop 'em."

Bakugou didn't wait for a response and ran off, he had found an entrance into the building. He'd learn the layout better inside and figure out where they had Kirishima.

The warehouse was abandoned, quickly finding a busted door he entered the building.

Bakugou found himself on a catwalk system that hovered above the below floor. This provided the perfect bird's eye view for him as he quickly and quietly traversed the steel platform.

His crimson eyes scanned below, looking for Kirishima and the two others Skinny had mentioned.

This place was huge, almost ridiculous for two people to be holding Red Riot captured. Why hadn't the idiot gotten away? Was he injuried or did something else happen?

All of these thoughts swirled in his mind, worrying him so even as his eyes narrowed spotting bright red in the distance.

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Bakugou almost darts off the steel catwalk but reframes as he spots two generic-looking henchmen. How did they capture Kiri?

That's a concern for later; he moves swiftly, and silently as he closes the distance above.

He needs to get down there and fast.

One goon is opening the caged-storage room they keep Kirishima. Bakugou doesn't dart down as all his instincts scream at him to do. He's been a pro for years and charging in could lead to the worst outcome.

It took time to learn this little lesson.

He waits and watches as Kirishima seems to struggle and yell for release, but he's ignored as the man lifts a hand to his face and releases a green-purple mist.

The hell?!

Bakugou clenches the railing, wanting to spring into action as Red Riot goes boneless and slumps.

Fuck it.

He springs over the railing unable to hold back any longer as the man locks up the cage as his partner watches.

Bakugou lands solidly on his feet, the thud alerts the two assailants.

Both whorl around with their eyes widen in obvious surprise then worry as they now face Ground Zero.

Instead of a feral grin painting his face while facing villains this time he scowls. Explosions sound off in his hands. "You fuckers will pay for taking Red Riot!"

Bakugou pivots, charging in as he propells himself with his explosions, gliding through the air. Before he can close the gap the man that gassed Kirishima, hold his amrs out and the gass goes off like a smoke gernade. Bakugou sets off a blast to stop himself, flipping back and

away as he's not sure if his quirk would set this stuff off. He has to be careful as he doesn't want to blow him and his friend up. Fuck these guys! He growls looking about and seeing if there's a way to get the drop on the two.

From the fog, the second guy comes barelling out.

He swings his arms at the last second, Bakuguo sees metal glinting. Using a small explosion to block as the man gets deflected, back from the recoil. The shirt sleeves of his arms vanish and showing his arm converted to a blade.

"Sonuvabitch," Bakugou growls while blocking another strike. He uses close combat and mixing small explosions as he's on the defense. He hates being on the defense!

He needs an opening, just one to blast this idiot in the fucking face.

The gas-quirk user hasn't seemed to move, but another shot of green-purple air renews the area with a blast. Fuck, the cage is hidden in the miasma like fog, obscuring the view. Kirishima!

Bakugou curses, he doesn't have time for these two extras.

An opening presents before his red eyes. Bakugou takes a solid stomp and delivers a hard right hook to the asshole's gut. Instead of bunching flush and complaining bones being around his fist, he's met with steel. His hand crumples, and he bites back a shout of pain.

Using his other hand he lets off a blast big enough to knock the grinning bastard back. Shit.

Right then roof bursts, collapsing, and ice begins to form in a solid sheet resembling a slide. Todoroki comes sliding in using both his quirks the ice creating his route while his fire propels him on.

Bakugou ignores his possibly broken hand and begins to press his own attack.

Todoroki sees Bakugou fighting one opponent as he skates above and grows ever closer. He kills his fire as he beings to grow closer to the second assailant. He shouldn't use fire in case the gas could be volatile. He's sure Bakugou has thought of this as well.

Rather than immediately attack the gas-quirk user, Todoroki continues to maneuver above but as he goes his eyes continue to toggle between Bakugou, their adversaries, and the opposite wall.

Throwing his arm ice branches out quickly, creating a frozen wave as it slams into the

brick wall and bursting through. The wall crumbles with a cool breeze coming in and sucking the gas out. He watches as it dissipates into the air. Good.

Todoroki circles back and head for the second foe. He shoots ice and the man dives last second out of the way.

Seems he has little combat skill. This should be quick -.

Bakugou's hand throbs painfully, but he ignores it as he's thankful and pissed Todoroki interfered. He didn't need the assist damnit! He better wrap this up quick before IcyHot comes swooping in, the bastard.

The blonde charged sprinting as before using both hands as he used a burst of speed. He went sailing up and over. Arcing over he set off an explosion blinding the man before grabbing hold with his only good hand. His broken hand set off explosions, giving him momentum in the air.

It hurt like hell, but whatever! Bakugou kept going holding the guy even as the other grabbed his hand, cutting into it with sharp steel-like skin. He ignored the new pain. "Fuck you," he roared, grip tightening.

They were spinning and rotating so fast now.

Bakugou growled, sounding unholy and feral as he tossed the man full force with his explosions adding to the ferocity. The man didn't go far as he went full force and sudden stop on the concrete floor.

The man bounced, but no one was home as the force knocked him unconscious.

Bakugou landed solidly, knees buckling as his hands were both fucked now. He grunted, willing his legs to work even as they felt unsteady.

The goddamn loser, he thought as he trudged towards the storage cage that held Kirishima.

Using his left hand, he blasted the door off it's hinges as Todoroki came jogging up behind him.

"Bakugou are you alright?"

"I'm fine IcyHot." He brushed the other's worry away. "They gassed Kiri before I engaged them -. Call the fuzz and ambulance, also can you secure the guy I knocked out?" God, he hated asking this, but he swallowed down his stubbornness and pride; Kirishima needed help.

Kiri's safety came first.

Todoroki's eyes widen for a moment, but he decided not to say anything about it. "Of course, I'll get on that." He backs off as the blonde comes over to their friend.

Wow, Bakugou asking him for help. This was huge!

Pulling out his phone, Todoroki called the emergency services.

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Bakugou knelt down, reaching out with both injured hands. The broken hand gently brushed against a stuble covered cheek carefully while his shredded left took hold of the cuffs binding Kirishima. He used his quirk, busting the bonds to free his best friend.

"Kiri," he called quietly trying to rouse the red-head. He seemed to be out, the gas used seemed strong. If he or Todoroki had inhaled it, it would have been game over. He was thankful that didn't happen.

If they had been real villains they would've been in trouble.

The fight would have been a battle then.

He felt lucky these were small-time thugs. But the question remained, what were they up to? His eyes looked about, but nothing seemed out of place in the warehouse, boxes, and crates littered about but that was it.

The gaps would be filled later, details uncovered, and plots explained. For now, they needed to wait for backup, and Bakugou sat pulling Kirishima's head into his lap. The other looked like he was simply sleeping.

No wonder they were able to subdue him, probably kept gassing him every time he woke.

The imposter they sent was probably sent to pull the wool over their eyes. They were none the wiser for it.

Until he came back from his away mission.

If he hadn't come back, how long would it have taken them to realize that wasn't the real Kirishima? Would it have been too late? Fuck, he didn't wanna think about that.

The sound of footsteps pulled Bakugou's attention as he looked up to Todoroki's approach.

"I've called the authorities; they'll be here soon, we'll get Kirishima and yourself looked at, promise." Todoroki sat down before both, eyes fixed on Ground Zero.

Bakugou huffed in annoyance. "Fuck -. Thanks, ya Half and Half bastard for the backup." It was hard to say, but he didn't want this to hang over his head. He'd pay the asshole back when he got the chance. No way he was going to remain indebted to Todoroki.

"Of course, we're friends." He gave a little head tilt and smile.

Bakugou bristled as he fought his own smile.

Kirishima snorted in his sleep.

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The police rounded up the two as they were on standby waiting for either Ground Zero or Shouto to report in. The impersonator quirk user had confessed everything.

Saying their group came from FatGum area and decided to set up shop here. After FatGum discovered their operation.

They were smuggling some drugs and weapons, hoping to get going but Red Riot found them. Luckily his guard was down when they discovered him. No doubt, the hero was going to text the whereabouts of the group FatGum had been after.

If Endeavor agency found out all hell would break loose.

So they jumped Red Riot and subdued him before he could alert his fellow heroes.

The police officer informed both Bakugou and Todoroki before excusing themselves.

The blonde was thankful this was a quiet affair with no media around which was fine.

How they lucked out was beyond Bakugou but he wouldn't make a big deal about it.

"Hey," Todoroki called pulling Bakugou from his musing. "You go on ahead with Kirishima. I got this."

"Fuck you! I was going to do that anyway!" Bakugou stomped before marching away as the pragmatic Todoroki waved, face blank as always.

Bakugou climbed in the back of the ambulance, he had already been patched up, now they had finally loaded Kirishima in. They needed to do more tests to figure out the components of the knockout gas used on him. As long as he was alright and safe, Bakugou could rest easy.

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He felt stiff, dried out, and overall gross. It felt like he hadn't been awake in days like he hibernated comparable to a creature. He discerns all this before opening his eyes, Kirishima cracked them open, his headaches and he's thirsty. Feeling a little disoriented, but fine.

Maybe, he supposed.

Kirishima's head rolled to the side seeing red eyes meet his own. Bakugou!

His eyes widen, finally taking in his surroundings. He was in the hospital! What happened?

"Welcome to the land of the living, Shitty Hair." Bakugou stands, looming over the hospital bed.

A wide sharp grin splits the red-head's face. "Did I make you wait long, man?"

A feral grin splits Bakugou's mug. "A bit, there's the Kiri I know."

What the heck did that mean? Kirishima's head cocked questioningly.

It didn't matter as his eyes fell onto Bakugou's hands. One hand was in a cast and the other wrapped in bandages. "The heck happen?"

"Don't worry about it, idiot." It was a swift brush off.

"Bro! C'mon," Kirishima whined with a pout.

Bakugou could help but smile.

Just hearing the idiot say 'bro' and 'man' was a staple in Bakugou's life. It eased his heart.

That extra impersonating Kirishima had screwed up, simply, by not using just those precious words.

/Bruh/

/Dude/

That was the tip-off for Bakugou. Just that.

Dunce Face used 'dude' all the time when he spoke, but nobody used /bruh/ that he knew.

If those hacks wanted to be real villians they had better study up before tying to insert themselves among pro heroes. Anybody could fool Todoroki, the guy was a bucket of rocks sometimes.

But not Bakugou, he knew his friends. He knew Kirishima best of all, his eyes remained connected as they fell silent. The spell broke between them as Bakugou looked away.

"Doc wanted to know when you wore up. Be back." He spoke firmly as he left.

Kirishima was alone looking around seeing flowers and balloons in his room.

He groaned, what the hell happened? Laying back, he cupped the top portion of his head, his eyes closing. Thinking back, he recalled receiving a text from FatGum a week ago.

It was a group chat between FatGum and Suneater. The senior hero was sending out a warning of some thugs that had fled his region and to keep their eyes out for them.

He sent info and such for them to have, but one member of the group didn't display if he had quirk or not.

As luck would have it, Kirishima had stumbled across them. He spotted one and proceeded to follow. He was successful, tailing them to the warehouse. Kirishima was going to notify, call for backup just in case, and to give his whereabouts.

He was about to send off a text to the Endeavor agency, but he was hit over the head which stunned him as he wasn't harden. He was dazed and the third guy from FatGum's warning stepped up, gassing Kirishima.

So he did have a quirk.

The memories flooded back in HD clarity for him, the last thing he witnessed was his phone being crushed under a boot.

The door clicked open, and Bakugou came back with the doctor and a nurse in toe. Bakugou took residence in the chair next to Kirishima's bed, arms crossing.

The doctor looked nervous over at the blonde before looking at Kirishima.

The red-head gave a chuckle and waved his hand. "He can stay doc, he's family."

Bakugou eyes widen, looking surprised before he turned away with a blush. "Tch -! Stupid," he grumbled.

Kirishima laughed again as he enjoyed the rosiness of Bakugou's handsome face. It was rare to see him flustered.

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The doctor gave a nod and began to examine the file for Kirishima. "The gas you were administered acted as a sort of heavy anesthesia that kept you unconscious. It also contained a mild poisoning agent." The man paused as Kirishima absorbed this along with Bakugou.

"We've neutralized it, so you shouldn't have to worry about any damage or the like." He explained as both pro heroes calmed. "I'll need to give you an exam before I can give you the all-clear and then you'll be on your way. Well almost on your way. I would recommend going home

with a friend or family. I would advise they watch you for a few days." The doctor's eyes drifted for a moment to Bakugou before falling on Kirishima again, smiling warmly. "So, would you like to get on with the exam?"

"Please," Kirishima smiled.

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Everything turned out fine, but per the doctor's instruction, he needed to have someone to watch over him. But who?

"C'mon idiot," Bakugou waved as he led them out of the building. "I called us a taxi."

"Huh, where are we going man?"

"You're going to stay with me and rest up like the doc said."

Kirishima felt his eyes widen at this and he felt his own cheeks heat at the thought. A giddy and happy smile came onto his face hearing this bit of news.

"It'll be like old times."

"Really?" Bakugou grouses with an eye roll.

The taxi rambles up ready to take them to Bakugou.

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The first night is them being lazy and hanging out. Bakugou can't cook because of his hands and Kirishima was instantly banned from the kitchen, unfortunately.

So, food was ordered and they watched movies, ate and talked. It was good catching up after Bakugou had been gone for

several weeks.

Endeavor had given them time off after learning about their ordeal, but Kirishima would return to the agency much sooner than Bakugou which would be rough on the blonde.

Everyone knew how much of a workaholic Bakugou could be as he competed with Deku for top spots in the hero ranks. This waiting to heal would kill him.

Kirishima would try to keep him as entertained as much as possible.

As the night wound down Kirishima was going to camp out on the couch as Bakugou shut down the tv and stood.

"C'mon Kiri." He called as he stretched with raised arms. "Let go." He hitched his head in the direction of his bedroom.

The red-head flushed. "Huh?"

"I'm not having you sleep on the couch, stupid. I need to keep eyes on you and the best way to do that is keeping you near."

"Um - okay." Kirishima stood and followed clumsily behind. Coming into the room he feels suddenly on edge as Bakugou pulls down the covers. All the tiredness he felt suddenly drains.

He's alone with Bakugou the man he's carried a flame for since their first year at UA.

"Get in," Bakugou growls as he glares at his own bed.

Kirishima blinks and then nods as he carefully crawls into bed, settling on one side of the bed. Bakugou climbs in after him, turning off the lamplight. Bakugou lays down himself and it's quiet.

The minutes stretch silently, Kirishima stares up at the ceiling as the lighting from the city dot and streak across the walls. There's enough light source in the room to see the clear outline of everything in the room.

He looks and finds Bakugou staring at him, openly.

He can see the ruby red of Bakugou's irises.

The other blinks, and grumbles as he raises his bandaged hand up and covers Kirishima's eyes. "Sleep damnit." It's a soft command.

"I'm trying." He licks his lips. "I feel like between the being gassed and the hospital I've rested enough," there's slight amusement to his voice for some reason. It's not funny, but he finds humor.

Bakugou sighs and moves closer. He can feel the heat from his body but the only part of them that's touching is the injured hand resting above his eyes.

"It's not funny -." He could hear the concern easily in his voice.

Kirishima can hear the unsaid words easily.

/I was worried./

He rolls on his side to face Bakugou the hand now resting on his neck, cupping gently. The sweetness fills the air as he breathes it in.

"I vow to take better care when on patrol."

"Not good enough, Kiri -. I swear, I'm going to put a tracker on your goddamn phone."

The Sturdy Hero gives a loud laugh. "That way you always know where I'm at?"

"Damn right." Bakugou's hand grips Kirishima's neck possessively, some fingers taking red strands into the hold.

Kirishima gasps, mouth parting, and eyes widening.

It surprises them both and silence falls between them.

The hand loosens, before retreating but Kirishima takes hold of it and keeps Bakugou's hand press against his jaw in a mock caress.

The moment is delicate, but not uncomfortable.

They simply read one another, eyes studying as they toggle and take in the subtleties in their expression.

Feeling brave or stupid, Kirishima is unsure as he lets his arms wrap and pulls Bakugou close. His lips press to a warm forehead in a kiss. He draws his kiss back and away but rests his forehead on Bakugou's.

The silence remains while he holds his breath, waiting for a reaction.

It's hard to see Bakugou at this distance, but he feels one hand tangled into his shirt tightly.

"That extra that impersonated you -. I just knew something was off." Bakugou didn't acknowledge the hug or kiss.

Kirishima was quiet as his bestie was going somewhere with this.

He could discern the hidden meaning easily. He hoped he wasn't reading into this moment too much.

/Something was wrong with that guy, it wasn't you./

"Those amatures were useless and had no clue what to do with you. Fucking tools!" He growled as his emotion ramped up.

/I'm glad they didn't hurt you or worse./

He could hear Bakugou swallow. "I-I'm /fuck/ - happy you're safe. I wouldn't know wha-," his voice cracked and Kirishima saw the glistening trail of hot tears.

He hadn't seen Bakugou cry, except once, but he had been extremely agitated at the time. Kirishima pushed the memory aside as his best friend and the love of his life cried silently, teeth bit into a snarl to fight back any sounds. Bringing his hand up he thumbed the tears away.

Kirishima couldn't promise to put Bakugou through that again, they were heroes afterall. Their lives were always on the line.

He wiped the tears tracks away and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Bakugou's forehead. He pulled him that much closer, distance non-existant.

Bakugou made a disgruntled sound, surging up between them as his lips smashed into Kirishima's. The roughness melted instantly as both their lips soften and reacted to the closeness.

The kiss was imperfect but it was perfect all the same.

Their first kiss and when they parted a big silly grin made home on his face.

"Don't look so fuckin' dopey." Bakugou's bandaged hand came up and gripped into his locks.

"Can't help it!" He felt so giddy. He had been wanting this for years and now seemed like it would happen.

Kirishima was on cloud nine. This was enough to power him for the rest of his days.

"Hey, dummy," Bakugou called him back to earth before nipping Kirishima's lips and then kissing him again. Feeling Kirishima respond immediately drove Bakugou on. He let his lips rub over

Kirishima's then his tongue flicked out teasing the seam of those lips. The red-head groaned and parted his lips as his mouth was conquered swiftly, he was tasted and savored as Bakugou demanded.

When their second kiss ended, he made a desperate noise, akin to a frustrated growl. He looked pissed while Kirishima blinked.

"Katsuki?" He wasn't able to get another word out as the blonde slapped his bandaged hand over his mouth.

"/Fuck/," he cursed, still sounding out of sorts. "Jus' hearing my name fr-," Katsuki stopped speaking, chewing his bottom lip. "Eijirou."

Their eyes met again, and this time it was Eijirou's turn to initiate the kiss. Leaning in, he kissed Katsuki, hands cupping a smooth face.

This one didn't break it changed the very air around them, it grew heated as they slowly explored one anothers' mouths. Katsuki made a frustrated sound again, pulling back with kisses pecking Eijirou's stubble covered face. "My fucking hands," he groused. "I wanna rip you apart."

Eijirou laughed good-naturedly. "I got us okay." He pressed a sweet kiss to his fuming lover's cheek. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

Katsuki couldn't lament over his hands when he had literal sunshine in his bed. Leaning in, biting at Eijirou's chin before pressing a

quick kiss to those full lips. "I wanna be on top, Ei."

The hero Red Riot did just that, taking hold of Katsuki and rolling with the blonde on top of him. Then their lips met as that made the Katsuki happy as he kissed, feeling sharp teeth bite into his bottom lip. /Shit/.

Then there were no more interruptions as they continued to kiss, but small grunts came from Katsuki as he was pissed one hand was in a cast, the other in bandages.

Ei felt Katsuki's hands trailing over his body, then a tug at his shirt. Those lips kissed under his jaw mapping

his neck and then leaving bites in their wake. It was good, making Eijirou shudder and quake his hips.

Then Bakugou was pushing up, looming above and looking down over his nose as the city lights illuminated his ash-colored hair. "Fuckin' give it to me, Ei. I want it."

He rocked in Eijirou's lap and fuck he couldn't deny anything from Katsuki. He nodded and was met with the biggest, toothiest grin as his shirt was yanked upwards.

They were both shirtless in a matter of seconds, Katsuki tossed their shirts in the æther of the room. Leaning down used his mouth to bite, suck, lick, and kiss over Eijirou's skin to feel him as a substitute for his hands. Eijirou felt helpless under him, his hands cupping and

tracing skin, feeling few scars littering Katsuki's skin. He moaned as his nipple was bitten then suckled as red eyes watched. "Kats," he murmured as the other looked like sin, a demon on his lap who enjoyed making him squirm.

Eijirou could match him, his hand came swiftly and silently, hitting the undercarrage of an ass cheek. Katsuki made a startling noise, face betraying him as he gritted his teeth. He then gasped, head hanging as his hips arched up.

"Fuck Ei," he moaned bitting his lip. "More."

He didn't want to be rough, but he could play a little bit. His hands took residence on his ass. Eijirou cupped and kneaded Katsuki's pliable backside. His grip firm and made the blonde groan as he rocked against the other's hardness.

It was obvious they were both so aroused.

Katsuki began to lavish Eijirou's chest, his one good hand touching over the other's broad pecs and tracing the valley of his abs, his mouth kissing the underside of his chin before finding his lips, sealing them together again. It was good, and Eijirou let his hands snake under

sweat pants, feeling the bare skin as his finger dipped between the cleft of Katsuki's ass.

"More!"

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"Of course," he breathed into the dark between them like a promise. He would always give Katsuki whatever he needed. No questions asked. His fingers found the tight ringed entrance and stroked, circling with purpose. No play or teasing present. Katsuki was hot.

So, hot to the touch that it was beckoning for Eijirou's fingers. "Lube in your nightstand?"

It was a dumb question, everyone kept said items nearby. But it was the polite thing to ask.

"Yeah," the blonde purred as he rolled his narrow hips, pelvis grinding something lewd against Ei's own hard cock. The red-head choked back a moan before dragging the both of them closer to the nightstand.

Reaching blindly, he yanked the drawer open and fished in finding the odd-shaped bottle. There was a heightened need to divest their pants now that they had lubricant in hand. Their eyes connected and a large toothy smile made a home on Katsuki's face, eyes lowering seductively.

Eijirou knew his smile didn't match Katsuki as he felt suddenly coyish but elated. His face heated, no doubt, matching his hair as they both scrambled to get naked. Their respective pants went flying and landing in the dark of the room.

"Open me up already," Katsuki murmured, his voice sounding rougher than normal but low.

Eijirou shuddered, nodding as he popped the lid the click sounded loud to his ears. His heart pounded and blood rushed as he upturned the bottle and squirted a generous amount on two fingers.

The cool thick liquid began to slowly trail down his fingers. He let his hand press between those firm cheeks, coating the outside, tracing before pressing one finger inwards.

Katsuki sucked in a breath, arching as he bared his chest for a moment then calming.

Slowly, he let his finger sink all the way to the last knuckle. Katsuki was tight, walls fluttering around and squeezing. /Shit/. Kirishima drew his finger back before thrusting inside. The other above breathed, eyes closed and brows knitted as he seemed to absorb the feeling.

A moan poured from his lips before those ruby eyes opened and focused on Eijirou. "Give me 'nother." It was a growl, a command.

Eijirou's mouth parted in surprise before a grin overtook him. "Ya sure?"

"I like the burn -, the stretch." There was something almost wistful in Katsuki's voice.

His hand drew back and then pressed another finger against the ring of muscle, then slowly he entered with two. Bakugou groaned, body jerking as he presented his ass more. "Like that?" Ei asked, mesmerized by the sight.

"Fuck, yeah! Uh like that!"

It was good, all the confirmation he needed.

His own cock strained, making its presence know as he felt an ache. He worked his fingers in and out, tracing slippery hot walls that hugged him tightly. He could feel the promise of pleasure as he stretched Katsuki.

The blonde continued to move, grinding sinfully above.

Kirishima's eyes watched, etching every expression, the move of the chiseled body above, and the quiet sounds he made until he found his spot. The wounded sound Bakugou made, the sudden jerk had Eijirou groan with him.

He continued to strike and Katsuki thrashed jerkily.

He continued to rub that bundle of nerves, like a button as the sounds leaked from Katsuki's lips. His head dipped and his mouth went slack, it would forever be burned in the forefront of his mind. Seeing the other reduced to moans, whines, and whimpers.

"Fuck! C'mon Ei!"

"What's up man," he teased as he continued to play with the sweet spot.

Katsuki leaned down, forehead resting as he cupped Eijirou's scruffy face with both broken hands. "Gimme your dick, idiot." He growled before his face twisted in pleasure lip between white teeth.

"How can I refuse such a sweet request?"

"Shut it, shitty hair, and fuckin' dick me down!" He felt teeth bite into his laughing face, nabbing his cheek and pinching gently. Then those lips began to lick and map kisses into his jaw and neck. It felt fantastic.

His fingers left Katsuki's ass; his other hand found the lube again.

Pouring an ample amount in the palm of his hands, he took his own cock, slathering the twitching length as Katsuki stood on his knees, looking hungry.

It was a sight.

Lovely even.

"C'mere Kats," he beckoned with his clean hand, finger curling in a come hither.

The blonde smirked, leaning close as his hips dropped and angled. Eijirou's hand found a hip, guiding as they automatically aligned like the stars in the sky, and slowly he pressed up as Katsuki came down.

Katsuki was liquid fire, burning, and constricting as he devoured Eijirou's entire cock in one stroke. Settle on his lap, he rocked his hips, grinding as he let it line his walls.

"Damn," Katsuki groaned hoarsely. He let his hand fall on Eijirou's strong chest with his one good hand. It was a bit awkward on his end, a balancing act as he raised his ass up, feeling every inch slowly leave until only the thick crown stayed hooked in.

He let out a puff of air before he dropped as he rapidly took back those inches as he hummed and felt his knees quake. He began to rock, not fully dropping into Eijirou's lap as he rode.

Large hands took residence on his tiny waist, almost touching fingers while guiding Katsuki's rhythm as he knew the blonde was too proud to ask for assistance. He smirked, moving with that incredible ass as he met each gyration. Katsuki was addictive, incredible, and amazing.

Eijirou could think multiple words to describe how he felt and how wonderful it was to finally have Katsuki.

He groaned as his head tipped back, his cock carving deeply and making Katsuki's ass his. They quickly grew into a synced tempo as if they were old lovers.

Fleshy wet smacks filled the bedroom.

Katsuki gasped airily above as he rocked, his movement stuttering for a second, changing the angle as his prostate was found. He let out a pained sounding moan and Eijirou groaned happily.

The other sat up, cupping Katsuki's sweaty back.

Holding him close as he began to ramp up his pace, driving his hips upwards as he matched the pace. Growing frantic as he wanted to drive Katsuki wild.

Bakugou arms scrambled around, hugging Kirishima closely, fingers in wild red hair. He tugged as he began to buck his hips, feeling cockhead ram his spot over and over.

"Ei! Uuhhn Ei - fu-ah!" He was babbling as his mouth went slack. He rode for all he was worth.

Eijirou's hands cupped Katsuki's hefty ass, supporting the weight while he drove faster his cock gradually being choked. He wouldn't last like this. "Cum for me, please." He moaned as the other keened loudly.

"Cum for me Kats, please!" He begged as the other paused his rambling moans to let his blown eyes zero in on him.

Katsuki's mouth crashed into Eijirou's panting lips, devouring him as his hands combed into hair. They ate each others' sounds and began to move without finesse.

Their movements were aborted and jerky, as they bounced against one another. The sound of damp sweat covered bodies stuck and slapped noisily as muffled moans erupted between them. Their lips smacked wetly, their sloppy kiss continued as they tried to keep themselved glued to one

another, unwilling to break apart. They barely remembered to breathe between kisses.

Eijirou's skin rippled with hardening, hands squeezing pliant yet firm cheeks. He broke the kiss, head tipping back as a groan tore desperately from his lips as Katsuki's mouth latched on with teeth and suckling. It was too much, his eyes shut tightly as he cried into the room.

He felt his cock, twitch painting the deepest depths of Katsuki with his spunk. He shuddered, body rippling a few times with his hardening quirk as if signally each spurt.

The blonde went boneless in his arms and he could feel the pool of burning cum between their bellies as he blearily realized Katsuki came, untouched. Eijirou felt dimly proud of that fact.

They were both sweaty, holding the limp body against his own he laid back with Katsuki resting against him.

His hand ran up and down, pressing a kiss to sweaty ash colored locks.

"Holy shit," Bakugou groused roughly. "Next time, I'll be able to use my hands."

"Ya think?" Kirishima mused. "I think we'll probably do this again before they're healed."

"Mm good point." Hot lips trailed up his collarbone and towards his face before they kissed tiredly.

"We should rest," Kirishima looked into equally red eyes. "You look tired."

"Course I am, I did all the work, shitty hair." He smirked down at the redhead as the other laughed.

"You did Kats," he smiled pressing a kiss to his hidden forehead. "Let's sleep."

The blonde didn't put up any sort of fight, instead, he wiggled his ass, letting Kirishima's soft length slide out of him and then he curled atop the other, eyes closing. The sheet pulled over them. "Night."

"Goodnight, man."

It didn't take long for Bakugou to sleep, and Kirishima knew they would talk tomorrow about what transpired between them. A sleepy smiled tugged at his lips as he curled his arms around the other. He was happy to have this with Bakugou and with that though he drifted to sleep.

End!

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