Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/14029716. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku Character: Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki, Iida_Tenya, Uraraka_Ochako Additional Tags: springbakudekuweek, Blood_and_Injury, Gauze, Old_Takeout, rainy_day, Swearing, Sex, Dirty_Talk, And_even_a_bit_of_nice_talk_too, First_Time, Smut, Angst Stats: Published: 2018-03-20 Words: 5248 ****** Hold Me Close (Leave Before Morning) ****** by letterst0thesun Summary Katsuki seeks out Izuku after his heroics during their final exam. Notes A little smutty one-shot to commemorate me finally catching up with this series, because holy hell is their dynamic intriguing. A little late to BakuDeku week, but it fulfills day 3: "Rainy Day." Takes place after Izuku and Katsuki's practical exam against All Might at the end of S2. Izuku was just about sick and tired of waking up at the Academy's medical ward, but here he was again, broken and hurting and more exhausted than he'd felt in months. He breathed deeply, testing the ribs he was pretty sure had been cracked an hour prior. At least there was no immediate, piercing pain there, a sure sign he'd have ruptured something inside his torso. That was likely a good sign. Izuku raised his head from the starched pillow a little, swallowing past the nausea from the pounding in his head. The ward was empty but for the bed at the far corner. He squinted. A mop of wild sandy hair peeked from behind Recovery Girl's small form. His pulse sped up- predictably, much like it did each time Katsuki was in the room with him. He’d long since stopped analyzing the reactions he had to Katsuki’s presence. Izuku didn’t particularly want to know the reasons. Recovery Girl shifted, retrieving a spool of gauze from the bedside table, and Katsuki was in full view. His top had been removed- or they'd lost it at the arena where they'd fought All Might, Izuku couldn't remember- and long bandaged strips covered his torso, fitting around the defined musculature. He was grimacing at his lap, scratching mindlessly at a particularly thick mess of gauze covering his forearm. Izuku blinked in surprise; he hadn't realized Katsuki had sustained quite so many injuries during the exam. He tried to think back, to when he'd grabbed Katsuki's body before crossing the exit. The boy had been battle-worn, heaving breaths and dripping sweat. But had he been bleeding that much? Izuku frowned. As if he could tell what he was thinking, Katsuki's gaze lifted suddenly, meeting Izuku's gaze with his own. Izuku froze; it was as if he were locked in place by the bitter, burning hatred in Katsuki's eyes, etched in the lines of his face as it contorted. Izuku's throat grew tight, his pulse suddenly pounding in his ears. He couldn't seem to look away from those angry, red eyes- He jumped as the double door to the ward burst open, and Uraraka and Iida threw themselves into the ward. Iida's glasses were hanging askew; Uraraka's hair was on end, as if she'd been running her fingers through it compulsively. "Deku!" She screamed, running to his bed and flinging her arms around his shoulders. Iida gave Izuku an endearing look from over her shoulder. "We watched every second- you were incredible! We thought you were a goner for sure- I just about died when you turned back around for Katsuki-" Izuku's hands fisted in the bedsheets, awkward around the thick gauze covering them. His eyes wandered back to Katsuki's bed. The boy was standing, yanking on a thin, dark undershirt. The air around him seemed to prickle with energy.  Iida followed Izuku's gaze. "You thanked him yet, Katsuki?" He called, a corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "He didn't have to come back for you- heroic of him, wouldn't you agree?"  Katsuki's fingers scratched even harder at the bandage around his forearm. "Shut the fuck up, Iida. I don't need you vomiting unprecedented wisdom all over my life." He grabbed his pack, slinging it over his back. "And I certainly don't need help from the likes of Deku." The ward doors swung particularly violently as he left. Izuku swallowed past the burning, unhappy lump in his throat. "Don't pay him any attention, Deku," Uraraka said softly, touching Izuku's arm. "What you did was magnificent." "Full points for sure," Iida agreed. Izuku leaned back on the mattress. He didn't particularly feel like celebrating. - Recovery Girl kept Izuku in the ward for a few more hours, until his bones had knitted enough to stand. Iida and Uraraka stayed for a while before Izuku sent them away. Something still felt twisted in his chest; whenever he closed his eyes, his mind unhelpfully recalled the fury in Katsuki's face. So he contented himself to lay back onto the thick pillows and stare out the window, watching as clouds rolled over the sky and rain began to fall. Despite the chilly rain, Izuku dragged his feet on the way to his apartment that night; his bones had stitched just fine but he still felt heavy. Katsuki plagued his mind, the boy's heavy weight on his shoulders as they crossed the exam's finish. Izuku had thought the act of carrying his rival rather metaphorical, had the potential to change the misery between them. Instead, it might have just made things worse. Izuku's mother wasn't home, although he didn't mind the quiet. He nabbed a cold container of takeout from the fridge and retreated to his room, picking past the bits of congealed sauce and flipping through his notebooks compulsively, adding little corrections as he saw fit to the newest book that contained detailed information of his classmates and professors. They were all so amazing, had so many unique talents, and there was really no better way to compartmentalize his feelings than to sift through what he'd witnessed in the day's various exams. He bent low over the notebook, adding neat little characters before he was satisfied, turning the page. A pounding on the door jerked Izuku from his concentration. A couple of seconds went by; then, the pounding resumed, loud arhythmic beats as if the knocker's intention were to tear the metal from its hinges. Izuku pushed away from his desk, socks slipping on the slick wooden floor of the hallway as he hurried to answer it. His head filled with worry; it could be All Might, injured, looking for shelter. Or another one of his friends, being chased by a villain. Or- Frankly, all the worrying in the world wouldn't have prepared Izuku to find Katsuki on the other side of the door, but there he was; soaked from the rain and in the same stupid sleeveless undershirt he'd put on earlier that day in the ward. He looked angry- no, he looked furious, Izuku noticed with a predictable leap of his pulse. His arms were crossed tight around his torso and his glower amplified the moment his eyes made contact with Izuku's. "Kacchan, what-" "I have words for you, Deku." Izuku flinched at the sound of the nickname on Katsuki's lips. The boy spat the word with so much disgust, as if Izuku were nothing more than animal shit stuck to the bottom of his trainer. It stung. After so many years, it still stung. But he powered through it; if he wanted to be a hero one day, he couldn't allow himself to get his feelings hurt easily. Even if Katsuki seemed particularly well-versed in it. "Do you want to come in?" Izuku gestured to the still open door. A warm beam of light spilled across the dark hallway. "Fuck that," Katsuki spat through clenched teeth. Izuku examined him more closely. His hair was slicked flat to his forehead and he was holding himself tightly, shivering. He looked much less dangerous, except for those deep red eyes. "Aren't you cold?" Katsuki grabbed his arms harder. "No, I am not cold. Fuck, Deku, this is what I'm here to talk about- you're so goddamned annoying, trying to save everyone all the time- trying to save me. I don't need your help. I can take care of myself." "Well you sure looked like you could have used it today when All Might was about to smash your face in," Izuku accused, stung. Katsuki took a step forward. "You didn't have to heave my corpse across the finish for us to pass, Deku. You intentionally turned back and made a scene." His eyes were wild as he carded his fingers roughly through his hair. "Why did you do it, huh? Bragging rights? To have a one-up on me?" He pushed Izuku back, a hard palm against his chest. "Why the fuck are you always going out of your way to save me, Deku?" "Because you're my friend, Kacchan," Izuku said, softly. Katsuki's face contorted. He stepped forward, pushing Izuku back even more roughly. "I am not your friend. Stop saying that. We’re rivals.” Izuku frowned through the piercing pain from Katsuki’s words, looking down at his own chest, where the heat from the boy's shove still lingered. There was a smear of red on his clean top. "You're bleeding." Katsuki's hand went to his injured arm. "So what?" "You have to leave it alone for it to heal, Kacchan. You always pick at your bandages, and then it gives you scars." Izuku reached for the boy's injured arm, bringing it into the light spilling from the apartment's open door. The bandages had been torn off, the stitching gaping. Long red welts covered Katsuki's forearm, blood leaking from the wound.  Something churned in Izuku's stomach. "How do you expect to do anything with an injury like this? You can't be a hero if you're being hurt by everyone, including yourself." Something shifted in Katsuki's eyes, his expression remained inscrutable. He yanked his arm away. “Sometimes pain is better than the alternative.” Izuku suppressed a smile. Katsuki was so damned dramatic, sometimes. “Let me wrap it for you.” “What the fuck, Deku-“ “One last favor. Consider it a- a thank you for our childhood friendship. Okay?” Izuku forced a smile. “Then you can leave, and I’ll never be nice to you again.” “Like a truce.” “Yeah. A truce.” “And what do you get out of this?” Izuku shrugged, turning towards the warm light of his apartment. Even if his tongue hadn’t gone dry at that moment, it wasn’t like he was about to tell Katsuki that a couple more moments with him would be payment enough.  Katsuki entered the apartment behind Izuku, sloppily kicking off his boots and shutting the metal door with a snap. Izuku pointed down the hall. “Let me grab the medical kit. You could wait in the living area.” Katsuki gave him a searching look. “Fine.” “Remember where it is?” “Yes.” Izuku smiled and padded down the hallway to the little shared restroom, fetching the first aid tin from beneath his sink. Katsuki had been over frequently when they were kids, bringing over stacks of manga or a box of ripe berries and they’d stretch out on the floor, talking wistfully about the quirks they might develop. Even then, Izuku was content to just look at the boy, the enthusiastic flash in his red eyes as they talked about grown-up stuff. He wondered if Katsuki remembered it, too. Perhaps he didn’t. Izuku returned to the apartment’s living space to find it empty. “Kacchan?” He called. There was no answer. Izuku padded again down the long hallway, peering in doors. “Kacchan, where’d you-“ He stopped at the doorway to his room. Katsuki was standing as if frozen over Izuku’s desk. Blood slowly dripped from his fingertips into the dark carpet. “Did you get lost?” Katsuki didn’t answer. Izuku walked up to him. “Kacchan, what-“ He froze. His notebook was still open at the desk, a pen thrown casually into the book’s crease to mark the page. A little diagram of a person with wild hair greeted him from the page. Above it was Katsuki’s name. “That’s the journal I keep about everyone from UA,” Izuku explained quickly, reaching to flip a page. Iida’s was next. “Not as creepy as you think.” Katsuki turned the page back. “Particle explosions from tips of fingers, toes, palms, mouth,” he read quietly. “So far, no seeming limitation to time he is able to spend in flight, propelled by said combustions. Explosions wilder but not necessarily more forceful when provoked.” He turned to Izuku. That odd, unreadable expression had returned to his face. “What the fuck is this?” “I already told you, I keep notes-“ “That’s not what I’m talking about. What’s with the language? You talk about me like some medical textbook, like you’re impartial.” Izuku swallowed. Writing Katsuki’s entries had been particularly hard. Because he was- partial. To say the least. “You’d rather they sounded affectionate?” Katsuki’s eyes flashed. “No, I’d rather they sound scared. Has my bullying done nothing? Has it not taught you to fear me?” Izuku’s chest tightened. “You mean- all of that is intentional? Planned, even?” “Of course it is,” Katsuki hissed under his breath. “But no matter how hard I try you won’t stay the fuck away from me. You cling on more tightly, like a lost animal. It’s pathetic."  Izuku blinked past the burning in the corners of his eyes. “Why?” Katsuki grabbed a clump of his drying hair roughly between his fingers. His expression was wild. “Because something about you reminds me that I’m not normal,” he shouted. Izuku backed away. “Something about you makes my gut twist and my chest constrict and I hate that feeling and it’s always you.” Katsuki breathed heavily, eyes darting around the room. "It was such a relief to finally get out of middle school because I didn't have to see you every day and deal with the ways you fuck up my chest. And then, there you are- getting into U.A. And now I have to deal with it for four more years.” Izuku’s fingers trembled; he looked down, they were glowing with power, One for All rushing through his veins in anticipation. The injustice of it was just sinking in. It was always easier to brush off Katsuki’s bullying and aggression if it were an instinctive, thoughtless act. But now, knowing that it was nothing less than a cold and deliberate calculation- He turned towards the doorway, flinging the roll of gauze behind his shoulder as he left. “Fix your own damned arm,” he choked past the tears that were welling, unbidden, into his eyes. “This is it. I won’t ever make the mistake of thinking we’re more than enemies ever again.” “Deku, don’t you dare turn your back on me!” “You have no right to give me orders in my own home!” Izuku turned back around, scrubbing at his face so as to not show the bitter, stinging tears. “I’m giving up on caring. You have no power over me anymore.” Something shifted in Katsuki’s gaze and for a minute he was still. Then, he screamed, blasting himself forward and into Izuku, pushing him into the dark hallway and against the opposite wall. “Why won't you hurt when I want you to fucking hurt?” He shouted at Izuku’s face. Izuku pressed even farther into the wall. Katsuki was so close he could see the pores of his nose, the thick sandy lashes that framed his eyes. His hand was still at Izuku’s chest. “You could have asked me to stay away!” Izuku yelled back, balling his shaking hands into fists. “You could have asked me to leave you alone, believe it or not that approach would have worked better than the torment. Why do you want to hurt me, Kacchan? Why do you want to cause me pain? What kind of monster are you?” “Because that's the way it is.” Katsuki carded his free fingers roughly through his hair. “Because if I don't want you to hurt then otherwise, otherwise-“ “Otherwise what?” Izuku prompted. Katsuki turned desperate eyes on Izuku. He no longer looked angry. Rather, he looked terrified; the first time Izuku had seen anything close to horror written in the lines of the boy’s face. His hand slipped from its spot on Izuku’s chest to the wall beside his ear. “I can’t,” he choked. “Coward.” The word was out of Izuku’s mouth before he even had time to think, to assess the very real danger of baiting Katsuki when the boy was clearly so unstable. But still, something was twisting and fluttering in his chest and Izuku knew fear and this wasn’t it, and he’d be damned if he didn’t at least follow the meager hope. Katsuki slid to his elbow and sagged forward. Izuku swallowed, loudly. He could feel each of the boy’s hot breaths against his skin, smell the sharp scent of Katsuki’s shampoo, the one he'd used since he was young. Izuku forced himself to stay still, pulse pounding. He could probably be killed even more easily at the proximity. But he couldn’t help himself from jumping almost half a foot when something pressed into the flesh of his neck. “Fuck,” Katsuki breathed against Izuku's collarbone. “Fuck."  And then he leaned forward and kissed Izuku’s neck again, harder this time, more deliberate movements down the tendons and toward his collarbone. His lips were soft and warm and Izuku released the long breath he’d been holding, the rush to his head only amplified by the feathering touches of Katsuki’s lips against his skin. “Why aren’t you stopping me?” Katsuki moaned. “Hit me, push me back, scream at me for being disgusting, please Deku, why aren’t you stopping me?” Izuku reached up a hand, twining it in the wild sandy half-dried hair on Katsuki's head and nudged him away. Until that moment, he hadn't realized just how badly he'd wanted to touch Katsuki's hair. Until that moment, he hadn't realized a lot of things. Katsuki's expression was a mess, horror still etched in his face, pupils blown and dark. Izuku's eyes wandered to the boy's lips, still half-open from the kissing. Never in a thousand lifetimes would he have imagined that Katsuki's bullying, his nature to relentlessly push Izuku away, had stemmed from- He grabbed onto Katsuki's hair even more tightly and pulled, concentrating on meeting the boy's lips with his own around the thundering of his pulse. For a minute after their lips touched they were both still, although Izuku could have sworn he was shaking so badly Katsuki would be able to feel it. Izuku braced himself for a jibe, a snark comment, or just to be hit upside the head for his presumption. But Katsuki remained still, so Izuku pressed harder into the touch of their lips, tangling his fingers even more securely into the boy's wild hair and wrapping his other arm- hesitantly- around Katsuki's muscled waist. Then, when Katsuki still didn't move, Izuku slid his tongue along his bottom lip. Katsuki's hand was at his chest and he pushed away roughly, stumbling back into the open doorway to Izuku's room and falling onto the carpeted floor. "Stop fucking with me," he choked. Izuku could see him trembling too. “After all this time- you have no idea- don’t mess with me Deku, or I'll fucking kill you.” Izuku knelt on the carpet too and reached for Katsuki's hand, moving to catch it as the boy flinched away from him. He placed Katsuki's hand over his chest, the thundering of his heart. "Do you think I'd have this kind of reaction if I was fucking with you?" Katsuki's gaze lowered to Izuku's chest, his stomach and- damn it, Izuku shifted but it was too late- the bulging front of his pants. His expression changed- the fear vanished, something swirled in the depths of his eyes.  And then Katsuki launched himself across the floor to Izuku, pinning him down and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Izuku gasped, fingers curling in Katsuki's wild sandy hair again, grabbing at the musculature of his shoulders, his wide back, desperate to find purchase and to calm his mind. He was most likely a miserable kisser, miserable at all of it, but he'd be damned if he didn't give it the best attempt possible. His analytically-prone mind went into overdrive; he wondered if there were a way to test if he was doing something right or wrong. He wondered if Katsuki made noises, if he could shift to see if Katsuki was as achingly, torturously hard as he was- Then Katsuki pressed his hips against Izuku's and the question was answered for him; they moaned simultaneously at the friction. Izuku's mind whirled; he felt as if he were going to pass out from the touch, the willing hard length of Katsuki's cock to match his own. Then, Katsuki grabbed Izuku's hand from its perch in his hair and the other from the carpet, holding them above Izuku's head and squeezing hard at the wrists as he began grinding slowly against Izuku's hips. "Kacchan," Izuku moaned. "Kacchan- fuck, oh my god-" "When I don't concentrate on wanting you to hurt," Katsuki moaned in his ear, "I catch myself wanting to make you feel good. But I never imagined- shit, I never imagined you'd want it too-" Izuku only nodded, eyes leaking at the stimulation as Katsuki sped up his movements. He wriggled against Katsuki’s fingers but the boy allowed him no leverage; he could use One For All, but there was something about not being able to move that made the sensation all the better. His fingers were numb, his head spinning. His cock was already aching, balls drawing up tight- “Kacchan!” He moaned. “Keep- please-" And it was only then that Katsuki pulled away, leaving Izuku to catch his breath on the floor. Katsuki took Izuku’s chin between his fingers roughly. “Take off your fucking clothes and get on the bed,” he whispered. A shiver passed through Izuku at the dangerously soft demand in Katsuki's voice; the whispy hairs on the back of his neck stood up. “Why?” Katsuki removed his top in one fluid movement; Izuku’s eyes went to the muscled torso, the creamy skin, the rip on his forearm that was still leaking blood. “Because I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days.” Izuku suppressed a whimper, shrugging out of his top and casting it over Katsuki’s sprawled on the floor. His hands were shaking so badly that it took him three tries to undo the drawstring to his bottoms. When he reached for the elastic band of his underwear, Katsuki grabbed his wrist again. “Not yet.” The boy’s red eyes flitted over Izuku's tented briefs. He reached out and brushed at the stain of fluid from the head of Izuku’s cock. Izuku bucked into the brief touch. “Kacchan,” he moaned. “Touch me again-“ “No.” Katsuki’s hand was grabbing at his own cock, stroking himself through his joggers. Izuku’s eyes followed the motion. “Get onto the bed,” Katsuki commanded softly. Izuku knew the boy was testing his willingness to obey, but he complied anyway; Katsuki moaned approvingly, his hand’s pace quickening. “Now you can remove them."  Izuku grabbed the elastic once more, sliding the underpants down his ass. His erection sprang free and Izuku blinked through the raw flush on his face, trying to collect himself. He’d never been exposed like this to anyone before. “Your turn,” he whispered, fighting past the odd, thrilling embarrassment. Katsuki smirked. His eyes had gone wild, his mouth twisted upwards dangerously as he pushed down his bottoms to the ankle, kicking them off. Izuku didn’t see where they’d gone. His eyes were glued to the boy’s cock, hard and dripping. Katsuki shoved Izuku onto the mattress, climbing over him and kissing at his neck hard. Izuku gritted his teeth, waiting for the rush of pain. But he only throbbed harder at the sharp biting at his neck. He pushed his hips upward and he finally, finally found purchase against Katsuki’s. He moaned loudly, embarrassingly. But it was too late to care about these things now. Katsuki glanced between them, biting his lip hard. “Lube.” “Huh?” Katsuki pressed his hips harder into Izuku’s, sliding the soft underside of his cock against Izuku’s. “Lube. Now.” “Middle drawer,” Izuku moaned, gesturing to his desk.  The mattress shook as Katsuki’s weight lifted from it, there was the sounds of rattling and sorting and a few muttered curses before he returned with the little bottle. Izuku turned; Katsuki poured a good amount into his hand, slipping slick digits down the length of his cock. “On your knees,” he whispered. "But-" “On your knees, Deku.” Izuku’s cock gave another throb as he turned, feeling more open than ever as his ass was exposed to the air. “Fuck,” Katsuki moaned from behind him. “If only you could see yourself. I never believed- never had the hope to think-" he cleared his throat. “You’re fucking hot, Deku.” The mattress sagged as Katsuki climbed back onto it. For an instant, all Izuku could feel was the hot press of Katsuki’s thighs against his ass cheeks. “Is this okay?” Katsuki whispered. Izuku could hear the wet sounds of his hand working at his erection. Izuku swallowed. Well, it wasn’t like he’d had time to mentally prepare. If someone had told him that morning he’d have the chance to lose his virginity to Katsuki that day, he’d have laughed in their face.  But somehow it seemed appropriate. Somehow, it seemed right. How long had he wanted this? How many times had he fawned after Katsuki and touched him in jest or stared at the back of his head in class and wondered? It had always been him. There had never been anybody else. “Yes.” Katsuki pushed into him fast and Izuku had to bite his arm to keep from screaming. The burning, stretching feeling- it was one his fingers couldn’t simulate, as much as he’d tried. Behind him, Katsuki moaned loudly. His grip pressed so hard into Izuku's hips, he'd almost certainly leave bruises. “Tight,” he gasped from behind Izuku. “You’re so fucking tight.” Izuku screwed up his eyes, getting accustomed to the stretch, the wonderful rippling waves of pain from his spine and his hips where Katsuki’s fingertips still pressed, hard. He shifted beneath Katsuki, who groaned at the movement.  “Are you planning-“ Izuku gasped- “On just sitting there all day?” Katsuki growled deep in his throat and slid out of Izuku, snapping his hips back in, hard. Izuku jerked forward onto his elbows, gasping at the hurt, expecting his body to rebel. But he was still harder than ever. Izuku tried to reach for his cock, heavy and dripping against the bedsheets, but he was thrown forward by another of Katsuki’s thrusts. Katsuki leaned forward, pressing the length of his torso against Izuku’s back. His lips traveled down Izuku’s ear, his neck, his shoulder. Then, he bit down hard, rocking his hips at the same time, hitting something deep inside Izuku that made him gasp. “You’re so good at taking it aren’t you, Deku?” Katsuki moaned. “You're letting me do whatever I please-“ He pushed forward again, hitting the same spot. Izuku’s moan was loud, embarrassing as his toes curled. “What is-" “Prostate,” Katsuki breathed, smug, brushing against it once more while Izuku writhed beneath him. “You dirty fuck. You’re going to learn to crave it.” Then, he pushed Izuku’s face hard into the mattress and began to fuck him quickly, roughly, and it was all Izuku could do to fist his fingers in the bedsheets and hold on. "Deku," Katsuki moaned in time to his thrusts. "Fuck, Deku, fuck." "Keep saying my name," Izuku gasped. For the first time, Katsuki wasn’t spitting his nickname; the way it rolled off the boy’s tongue was almost affectionate. "Deku," Katsuki allowed. Izuku's stomach lurched wonderfully. "Deku." Katsuki straightened, pulling Izuku’s torso with him, wrapping one arm around his stomach and sliding the other down to his cock. Izuku groaned loudly as Katsuki’s large, calloused hand began to stroke him slowly, swirling his thumb at the slit before sliding down the shaft. "Come for me Deku," Katsuki whispered, resuming his thrusting. Izuku moaned; each stroke was now hitting his prostate. He squirmed. It was too much, he was so damned close-  Then Katsuki stooped and planted a line of kisses, surprisingly light, from Izuku's ear to his shoulder, tightening his grip on Izuku's cock. And Izuku saw stars as his muscles tensed and he came, crying out as he released across the bedsheets, moaning with each wave of his orgasm until he was nothing more than a shaking, heaving mess in Katsuki's arms. Katsuki groaned deep in his throat, kissing back up Izuku's neck more roughly and biting his ear. "Good, Deku," he breathed. "Oh fuck, you're so good. I'm going to fucking fill you, Deku, I'm going to fill you up-" He pushed Deku back onto all fours, gripping his hips once more and thrusting into him again, pumping in and out until he too was gasping and cursing, his rhythm faltering. Katsuki leaned down and bit Izuku's shoulder hard, holding Izuku's body close to his own as he jerked and rocked through his own orgasm. Izuku pressed upwards into the boy's heaving body, feeling the warmth and beads of sweat and the trembling. Then they collapsed onto the mattress, their limbs tangled together, a mess of heavy breathing and sticky sweaty hair and the blood from Katsuki's arm. "I can't believe-" Katsuki breathed into Izuku's ear. "I never thought-" "You never do, do you?" To his surprise, Katsuki laughed a little, under his breath. "How long?" "Long enough." "How long, Deku?" Izuku swallowed, looking around the room, anywhere but Katsuki's eyes now boring into the back of his head. "As long as I can remember." Katsuki's fingers tightened on Izuku's arm and he glanced around the room, too. "I can't believe you sleep with all these creepy posters of All Might on your walls. I can't believe we just fucked with them around us. It's like he knows, now." Izuku shifted back towards Katsuki, again. "Have you ever? Before, I mean." "Once." Katsuki was the one to break eye contact that time. "With a girl." He sighed, carding fingers through his hair, voice dropping. "It was nothing, compared to this." Izuku bit his lip, shifting closer into Katsuki's body. To his surprise Katsuki let him, draping an arm across his torso in reciprocation. When Izuku tried to meet his eyes again, they were closed, an almost foreign expression of peace across his face.  "Do you think things will change now? Become better? Between us, I mean." Katsuki remained silent. Izuku stretched to get the lights. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, too. - The blaring alarm woke Izuku the following morning and he rubbed the crust of sleep from his eyes, evaluating the room and slamming the alarm's snooze with far more force than was necessary. It took a couple of moments for the previous night's events to come rushing back. Izuku assessed himself. He was sticky; he was hurting and bruised. And he was alone. "Kacchan?" He called to the room. Through the meager sunlight filtering through the covered windows, he could see that his things were still scattered across the floor, his shirt at one end, his pants and underpants beside the bed. Katsuki's were missing. If they'd even been there in the first place. Izuku yanked on his shirt and briefs, padding out to the hallway. The apartment was empty, and the only shoes beside the doorway were his own.  Izuku heaved a sigh and returned to his room. It wasn't until he passed the hallway mirror that he saw the smear of Katsuki's blood on his white top. Something moved inside his stomach, relieved. So it had happened, after all. And somehow Katsuki had worked his way from Izuku's bed in the middle of the night and left. Izuku sat heavily on the mattress, surveying the mess they'd left, the sticky sheets. He wondered if things would really change between them. He wondered if he were just being optimistic. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!