[team three] Where there is desire there is gonna be a flame

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I was going to skip because I'm so ridiculously late but I really wanted to post something. This is the first part of a little mini-series based on some NSFW artwork by @SybLaTortue, it's kinda rushed and a bit of a mess though...



"My favourite heroes" a young woman gasps, darting across the street towards them, and Midoriya sees Bakugo stiffen just a little beside him. He's not in the best of moods, never is when they're on patrol together, and he hates interacting with fans on a good day. "I can't believe I'm meeting both of you at once, this is so awesome."

He can hear the low snarl beside him and takes the initiative, stepping forward to greet the girl as she comes to a stop in front of them. "It's nice to meet you too..." Midoriya says with an expectant pause.

"Ai." She replies, blush spreading across her fair cheeks. "Could I have your autographs?"

"Sure." Midoriya answers easily, Bakugo gives a light grunt which might mean OK, but then she pulls out a book and hands it to Midoriya and Bakugo huffs.

"I'm not signing that shit." Bakugo growls, storming a few paces away and even Midoriya cringes a little as he takes it.

It's not often they get asked to sign yaoi romance novels of themselves but it's not the first time it has happened. The cover on this one is kind of cute at least – his sparkling doe eyes are over emphasized, as usual, as they gaze up into the furnaces of Bakugo's.

He pulls off a glove to take the pen she's holding out, his winter ones just a little too thick to make it easy to hold a pen. And then he quickly scribbles a message across the top of the first page.

She takes the book back from him when he holds it out, momentarily hugging it to her chest before asking timidly "Could I maybe...shake your hand?"

Somewhere behind him Bakugo's palms spit explosions into the quiet of the street but Midoriya just rolls his eyes and gives Ai a doting smile. "Yeah, of course."

She peels off her own woollen gloves and pushes them into her bag along with the book and pen and then grasps Midoriya's hand in both of hers. It's a firm grip, strangely warm for how cold the day is, but he doesn't have long to think on it before he's tugged roughly away.

"It was nice to meet you!" She calls after them as Bakugo continues to drag him along the street.

"Fucking idiot." Bakugo snaps at him when he finally let's go, almost two blocks later. "The fuck were you thinking touching someone whose quirk you don't know?"

"You're too paranoid" Midoriya tells him. Its silly being worried about touch anyway, it's not like it's the only way quirks work. What is he supposed to do? Avoid people looking directly at him too? Avoid answering any questions? "Besides she's a fan."

"She's a pervert" Bakugo retorts, arms folding across his chest and Midoriya has known him long enough to see the defensiveness in it. That's what this is about.

It's kind of cute how uncomfortable he looks, his glare almost a pout as he looks pointedly away from Midoriya. That's what this is about.

"You ever look up ones of you and Kiri?" He asks, only half joking.

"Why the fuck would I?" Bakugo snorts. "Can have the real thing whenever I want."

That seems to be the case too. Midoriya can’t count the times he’s turned a corner or entered a room to find them in some state of indecency. The first time he’d been shocked because he’d always just assumed when they moved in together fresh out of UA that it was about cheaper rent and the fact that Bakugo could actually tolerate Kirishima more than he could most people. When they started an agency together he assumed it was just that they worked well together, their quirks complimentary.

It doesn’t shock him all that much any more. It still hurts though, because Midoriya had never dared think Bakugo might be into guys. If he'd known he might have actually worked up the courage to confess his undying love for Bakugo before Kirishima even had the chance.

It hurts because every heated brush of lips he witnesses makes his own lips tingle. It hurts when he stumbles across them in some deserted room, Bakugo on his knees, lips taut around Kirishima’s dick, eyes alight with challenge as he takes every inch of it. It makes Midoriya’s own dick so hard that it hurts as he pictures himself in Kirishima’s position. It hurt even more the time he caught them fucking in the shower, something throbbing painfully in his gut as he’d watched Bakugo press him face first into the tiled wall, hips snapping harshly in time with his rough grunts of pleasure. It hurts…

"...fucking hear me?"

"What?" he asks blearily, coming back to himself, and he blinks slowly around at the rough brick either side of them. When did they turn into the alleyway? Why is he so hot? Why is Bakugo so close?

“You’ve been mumbling for five fucking minutes, just tell me what fucking hurts?” Bakugo growls. He tries to shake his head, to make his mouth form the words to say it was just in his head, but when he opens his mouth, all that comes out is a groan. “The fuck nerd? You’re sweating worse than Pikachu taking a written exam."

He can feel the moisture beading down the side of his face, sticking his costume to his back. He feels like he’s on fire, breathless too, but it only gets worse when Bakugo pulls off one gauntlet to grab his shoulder. The touch scorches him, sends a wave of heat reeling through his chest, lower, to where he realises he’s achingly hard.

He shoves his hand down, his intention to hide it from view but the slight bit of friction has a moan tearing from his throat and Bakugo’s hand clasps quickly over his mouth but his eyes are blown wide.

It’s so hot, unbearably hot despite it being winter, his skin is burning and the way Bakugo is looking at him only makes him hotter. His eyes are still locked onto Midoriya’s, outrage mixed with something else as his gloved hand muffles more moans and Midoriya’s hips shift, grinding forward against his arm.

Bakugo doesn’t pull away though, even as red tinges his cheeks, just licks his lips, his eyes darting down to watch as Midoriya’s hips move faster. The second their eyes meet again he comes, hard and dirty, still rutting against his own arm as he waits for the relief that doesn’t come. Instead of relief he just feels more heat, unbearable heat, deeper, a throbbing sensation so agonising it pulls tears into his eyes.

“It hurts...” he mumbles into Bakugo's palm, and then gasps it as Bakugo removes his hand, stepping back and looking Midoriya over. The tears fall and still his hips won’t still, it’s not what he wants, but it’s something, it’s not what he needs. What he needs...”Kaachan.” he pleads, voice barely more than a whimper. “It...it hurts.”



You're up dusk037, I have confidence you can make these ending words work!