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"HELL YEAH!"
A primal expression of victory echoed loudly into the tense night as his opponent finally succumbed to a straight-on hit to the temple. Spittle and blood splashed on the stone wall behind them and Red Riot, his partner, whistled. It was excessive force to use on someone just scoping out vulnerable businesses to break into but Bakugou was hard to stop when he got worked up like this. He'd wanted to go all-out for their last shift. All out. Kirishima secured the criminal in zip-tie cuffs and radioed the apprehension in. Katsuki was jumping from foot to foot in an excited fighter's dance, slicing through the air with quick repetitive hits as if he were practicing his form.
"... Yeah. We'll be here waiting, send 'em over." Eijirou ended the call with a click.
Their shift ended in just under thirty minutes but as they weren't returning to the office later to do the paperwork they'd have to do it on-scene before leaving. It would be their last job for at least three weeks following the local council's decision to minimize employee and citizen risk to the new variant. Still agitated Bakugou placed a firm kick in the defenseless offender's stomach only to be waved off by his partner. The two had known each other since highschool. They'd always been friends but truly grown to know and appreciate each other as they worked together as semi-pros. Fourth Kind's agency always dispatched them as a team after learning early on Bakugou was a menace without a handler. A familiar jingle of keys caught Red Riot's attention and he looked up from where he sat on the curb playing on his phone.
"Shit man, job's over. You're going to be up all night." Bakugou ignored his friend and lifted the key from his nose and sniffed a few times, wiping at it to quickly get rid of any evidence. Licking his teeth he savored the bitter flavor that overwhelmed his tastebuds as residual chemicals dripped down his throat.
"You're one to talk, you can't keep your fucking eyes off your phone."
Before Kirishima could fight it the device was ripped from his hands. There was no use fighting with Bakugou when he was like this so the hero pouted on the sidewalk and waited for the teasing. Bakugou squinted at the screen before fixing a critical and almost pitying glare at his best friend.
"Bro... seriously?"
"Its- I was just checking!"
The blonde was uncharacteristically silent as he glared intently waiting for some sort of explanation. Anything but the obvious fact that his best friend was still pining over HER. It checked out, now that Bakugou was thinking about it. All the girls Kiri had sent him photos of or talked about meeting had shared some certain... similarities, one might say. A very familiar hair color. Predictable body types. A plain distinction in what he seemed to prefer that linked back to this laughably obvious obsession of his.
Thrusting the phone in Kirishima's face Bakugou was frustrated but unsure if he wanted to yell at him out of anger, disgust, or pity. It had been FIVE YEARS. Five FUCKING YEARS. And just seeing your face pissed him off. It was a reminder that he despised. That he couldn't get everything he wanted just because he was a hero.
"I can't believe you're still not over this stuck-up bitch!"
"Don't call her that, Bakugou." Kirishima hissed as he rose from the curb and grabbed his phone back. "She's not like that."
Eijirou had chased you for a long time when the two of you were younger. He'd dug a hole so many men find themselves in; being passive and waiting to be noticed, to be recognized for their kindness and loving nature. 'You're like a brother to me.' The words had shred him to the bone. And after he'd declared his feelings for you things had gotten so much worse. He tried to be good. To be the perfect partner for you so that you would see how much you needed him in your life. Eijirou had studied you. Anticipated your needs before you even knew them yourself. He'd become a phantom to you, an ominous shadow behind every corner bearing dark flowers and unwanted gifts. The puppy-dog dedication you'd come to know him for turned into something else. Something single-minded and crazed. It had scared you, he knew that now. Though you still shared mutual friends, his close relationship with you had never recovered.
"White-knight for her all you want she's never going to fuck you!"
Though the words were cruel Kirishima had come as close to peace with the situation as he was capable. He knew you were unattainable now. He'd messed things up too much to ever recover.
"Sounds like someone's still bitter." He wiped the messy fingerprint smears from his phone and shot Bakugou a doubtful glare.
"I'm- What?! What did you just say to me?!"
"I said you're bitter! She didn't want you either!"
Even as he was saying the words he was preparing for the inevitability of Bakugou's meltdown. While most that knew the dangerous Katsuki catered to whatever he wanted Eijirou was one of the few unphased by both his quirk and temper. They fought hard and often. Kirishima had used work as an excuse to take extra classes in submission holds but the two friends know he'd done it to deal with Bakugou. And he was good at it.
Interestingly it appeared there might not be any need for a wrestling match tonight. Bakugou's dark red eyes were blown wide with the accelerant and focused unexpectedly on his coworker in a dangerous clarity. His posture straightened and Red Riot mirrored the action as he curiously waited for an explanation of whatever his friend was thinking. The nefarious grin on Katsuki's face was enough evidence to show it was probably a bad idea.
"That's where you're wrong. I... can have anyone I want."
Drawn to an impromptu conclusion with the arrival of the police the conversation continued hours later as the two sat in Bakugou's Livingroom. Though Kirishima had already showered and changed Bakugou was still in his hero outfit. Consumed by whatever idea had captured his attention he'd taken off the top half of his outfit and stared at the blank television.
"I meant it earlier," Katsuki began, "-If I wanted to I could get that little bitch bouncing on my cock." Eijirou groaned and lay down on the couch putting a throw pillow over his head. The visual of you sleeping with anyone but him made him uncomfortable.
"Yeah? Were you planning on using that brilliant pick up line?"
"Fuck off! What, should I just stutter with my dick in my hand like you?" Kirishima lifted the pillow and looked at his friend.
"Jesus, what's with you man?"
"I'm tired of you being a cuck!"
It wasn't the full truth. They both knew it. About a year earlier Bakugou had gotten similarly fed-up with his friend and asked you out to show him how easy it was. It had gone perfect until you said no. No girl had ever turned Ground Zero down before. It was a blow to his overinflated ego he wouldn't soon recover from. Groupies, cape-chasers, girls from all over japan lined up for a chance to be with him. He was a celebrity. You? You were nobody. The room was quiet for a minute as Eijirou sulked.
"...I mean it, you know." He continued knowing he had Kirishima's attention. "I know how I could get her spread and begging for it."
"Yeah? How's that?" Though the scowl hadn't left his face Kirishima was an easy hook. What was this secret method Katsuki had been hiding from him?
"Don’t you remember what we used to talk about? Havin' that get together? Little booze and something... extra. I bet she's still a lightweight."
Instead of immediately shooting the idea down like Katsuki had expected Kirishima seemed to turn it over in his mind, examining every angle. That conversation put wheels in motion that could not be stopped. Kirishima had never meant to let things go so far, to get so out of control. But Bakugou, Ground Zero- always got what he wanted.
And now he wanted you.
Again.
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With a corrective jerk his hands tightened on your hair. It had been hard to get used to at first but the response of your body was beyond everything he'd imagined. What a curious motivator you'd become for your own containment. The sublimation of your stubborn lips as they tended to his twitching balls- he was reminded again he didn't need to go to heaven. Heaven was here and now.
It was the prismatic gift of the thickly crusted kush fogging the air like holy incense, the pharmacy of half-empty pill bottles and beers. The bouquet of your essence he could still taste on the periphery of his tongue. A symphony of moans and wails that would never again be far from his mind. Together it was irresistible. He'd never stood a chance.
Truly though, there was nothing to Eijiro that was worthy of anointing the temple of your body. No gold or jewel refined enough to capture the height he carried you in his heart and mind. For years he had loved you.
Curiously the longer he was here with you two the better everything felt. More natural. How long had he stupidly waited for you to return his feelings? How many times had he stared into your eyes awaiting the slightest spark of reciprocal interest?
When all along the only thing you'd needed had been a little push. Kirishima had truly thought he'd go to any length to have you but it had been Bakugou who followed through. Bakugou who pushed the ideas relentlessly from fantasy to reality.
Moaning as your tongue made is way to his shaft Kirishima groaned and pet your hair in approval. He never should have doubted Katsuki. His best friend. The hot head was currently cussing into the headset for his PlayStation a few feet away- another rallying quip to his lackluster teammates. Rankings were hard to keep up, after all.
Wide red eyes flashed blue and green in the quickly-changing light of his 62" plasma screen. Even as he enjoyed the game Kirishima could see the cold reptile flashing beneath red eyes. A reptile that he was familiar with in the line of duty but only understanding for the first time now.
"Y/n, you're so perfect. Such a good girl."
He watched your tongue lift to tease his shaft. Your lips were red and swollen with the stimulation, plump and hot and ready to be fucked. You were made for him. He'd always known it. Your eyes were hazy and glossed. Eijirou hated how much he was loving this. The vulnerable and hurt expression on your tear-stained face as he shoved his cock down your throat again. It was genuine every time.
Gagging and spluttering as he held you in place he took satisfaction at how your little hands would only grip his legs tightly. You weren't resisting, not really. It was proof enough. He knew you'd liked him. You were just too stubborn to admit it. Allowing you a few breaths he guided your head up and down his length in a slow but sensuous rhythm. Your throat had loosened up considerably in the last twenty minutes. No longer a suffocating vice of protest, it was now the wet and perfect hole of his needy princess.
Well- one of them.
He couldn't wait to fill the others again.