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writetomyheart2020-06-05 04:28 pm
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[team three] Summer Paradise (Take me back to)
I'm sorry this is so late >_< It's late for Shiritori and it's super late for MerMay but I wanted to squeeze something out and this thing just got way bigger than I expected.
Warnings: Interspecies sexy times (merperson/human) and one use of the C word (but not in a derogatory way)
I want to show you something
Bakugo knows he's dreaming because he only ever hears that voice in his dreams. Those words.
It wasn't the words that changed everything, not themselves, but if Bakugo had to pick the moment that everything was set in motion, then it was when Kirishima said those words.
Maybe it had been just moments before, when Kirishima had made the decision to show him.
*****
"We're going home tomorrow." Bakugo huffs, hating the look on Kirishima's face almost as much as he'd hated the weird way his chest had tightened when his parent's first told him of their decision to leave vacation early. He'd hated that feeling enough to argue their decision, despite the way he'd argued about even coming here in the first place – vacations were stupid – until he met Kirishima.
He hadn't known what Kirishima's reaction would be. He doesn’t think this alien pull he feels towards Kirishima is one sided. But vacations are stupid, summer romances are stupider. Kirishima is stupid, and so is his stupid spiky hair and his stupid shark teeth and the stupid way his eyes shimmer like rubies in the summer sun.
Can he even call it a summer romance if they haven't even kissed? When he can't even find the courage to confess. Fuck, feelings are stupid.
Feelings hurt. He hates how much it hurts when Kirishima doesn't answer, just looks down at his hands, twiddling his stupid fingers.
It's not like he'd expected Kirishima to cry or whatever, they've only known each other three damn weeks, but he thought there was something there. He thought Kirishima liked him at least.
Hell, it was Kirishima that started this whole stupid thing. It was Kirishima with his obnoxious grin and unrelenting enthusiasm that wouldn't let Bakugo sulk in solitude on the rocky coast. It was Kirishima that had taken his hand and all but dragged him along the dunes to explore this stupid old abandoned lighthouse – the idiot was probably just too scared to go alone.
It was Kirishima that found him, every morning after, and filled Bakugo's days with laughter and adventure, his evenings with colourful firecrackers and long walks across cooling sand, his nights with dreams of glistening ruby red eyes.
"I want to show you something." He says eventually, the expression on his face both scared and resolute, so different from the carefree nature Bakugo has grown accustomed to.
In answer Bakugo holds out his hand, letting Kirishima lead him once again.
They'd always gone inland – because Kirishima couldn't swim – but this time they’re heading down the rocky slopes to the coastline. Bakugo follows as Kirishima picks his way across the jagged path like it’s as familiar as the back of his hand.
Bakugo follows him all the way to a low sea-cave, the mouth barely outcropping the level of the sea, but then giving way to jutting rocks and pools of seawater that glows like firelight in the sinking rays of the sun.
Bakugo is still marvelling at the sight when Kirishima's hand slips from his, and Bakugo watches as Kirishima turns away from him, shedding his clothes quickly before practically melting into the water.
"I thought you couldn't swim?" Bakugo asks, trying to fight down the heat rising into his cheeks at the thought that Kirishima is naked right now.
"Come into the water..." Kirishima says, his words barely even muffled by the seawater rising over his lips.
There’s no reason not too, Bakugo was one of the best swimmers in his whole highschool, but he’s also very conscious of the fact that Kirishima is nakedunder the water. He’s not scared. Naked boys don’t scare him, he accepted years ago that the reactions he had to naked boys were entirely normal.
But it’s Kirishima.
Kirishima isn’t some nameless, faceless dick on a seedy porn site. Kirishima is a person, and he’s waiting naked in a pool for Bakugo, and he’s the only person Bakugo has ever had feelings for.
Eventually, he strips off his shirt, contemplating for a moment about losing his shorts too only he thinks he might be a little bit hard, and Kirishima is watching him, only his head visible above the void of water.
He leaves them on as he steps over the edge of the pool and sinks below the surface. It’s deeper than he expected, he sinks far too deep before his feet find ground to kick against, to propel him back to the surface.
There are flashes of red as he ascends but he blinks away the blurred images, scrubbing against his eyes with the back of his hand as he catches his breath.
Everything stills as Kirishima moves towards him, his hands finding Bakugo’s beneath the water, the texture of them almost rubbery as they close around his own hands, tugging ever so softly down again as Kirishima starts to slowly descend.
Bakugo watches, shimmering ruby eyes trained on his, still scared, another encouraging tug and then Bakugo lets himself sink, only sucking in a breath in time for his nose to breach the surface of the water. And then he closes his eyes.
When he feels himself fully submerged, he dares to open them.
The sight before him makes him choke on the breath still held in his lungs, he splutters, bubbles rising in torrents from his parted lips as he kicks his way back up to the surface, rubbing his eyes again to wipe the mirage from them.
*****
It's not an uncommon dream. Every time the team sets out on a new expedition, Bakugo can't help but think of the words that led him to be among them.
He'd already accepted an offer of an internship at the local fire station and he'd begrudged his parents for forcing him away on vacation when he still had so much work to do after coming only second in the physical exam. But when the car had pulled up back home on their drive, Bakugo wasn’t the same person he’d been when they set off. His entire future had taken a new direction.
Instead of pursuing a career fighting fire, Bakugo turned to the ocean instead. Within four years he had a Masters degree from one of the most prestigious Marine Biology faculties in the whole Kanto region. Three years after that he was Dr. Katsuki Bakugo, research associate under Tokyo’s most esteemed oceanic explorer, Aizawa Shota.
It had been those words that had triggered it and the night he spent with Kirishima that had cemented it. It was the relic of their last night together, the sole content of a small glass vial, and the accompanying promise, that had paved Bakugo’s way – a single shimmering red scale.
*****
Kirishima watches him from across the small pool as he coughs up a lungful of water, his wary eyes only just above the water line. His hair is hanging limp around his face, almost hiding the deep red scales that run from temple to jawline, and from beneath it protrude two large, fin-like ears.
"What are you?" Bakugo asks once he gets his breath back.
Kirishima rises just enough for his mouth to break the surface of the pool. "Mer." he answers softly.
"Mer?" Bakugo asks, recalling the brief glimpse of a long fish like tail beneath the water. "Like a mer...man?"
Kirishima's head shakes lightly. "Just Mer. We don't have genders unless we're bred."
"You don't..?" Bakugo starts, trying to wrap his head around that for a moment. "You're not male...you don't have..."
"I do..." Kirishima tells him and then his cheeks flush almost as dark as the scales adorning them. "I have both..."
Bakugo glances down at the water but there’s nothing to see, the reflection of the setting sun on it's still surface too bright to see through. He sees the way Kirishima shifts uncomfortably though. "Sorry...” he says with a clearing of his throat. “That was...it's none of my business…". He doesn't know how to say how much he wants it to be his business, how it surprises him that he still does, that he still wants Kirishima even if he is half-fish or a Mer or whatever.
"Please don't tell anyone..." Kirishima says, and Bakugo's mind is still in the gutter until Kirishima clarifies. "What I am...that we exist. Please don’t..."
"I won't." Bakugo promises, and he wouldn’t, but it's not like anyone would believe him even if he did.
"We're not supposed to expose ourselves to humans…" Kirishima explains.
"Why did you?" Bakugo can’t help but ask.
Kirishima sucks his bottom lip between pointed teeth, his eyes soft and sincere. "Because you looked so lonely?"
Bakugo tuts pointedly, brushing the truth aside with an accusatory glare as he demands. "But how did you...you had legs...you were human..."
"I looked human...” Kirishima corrects him. “What you could see of me at least..."
"How?" Bakugo demands again.
"I dried out..." Without a word Kirishima vanishes under the water and returns moments later with a palm full of what looks like glittering diamonds.
Bakugo floats closer to look at them and quickly realises they're not diamonds. "Scales?" he asks in confusion.
Kirishima nods "If we stay out of the water long enough they dry out and flake off, our fins too"
"So you have legs...like underneath your...tail?"
For a moment Kirishima seems to fight the words internally but eventually he nods. "When I go back in the water, it reacts with my skin and makes the scales reappear...they kind of make a fused layer over my legs so the whole things just works as one appendage."
"What happens if you don't go back in the water?" Bakugo ask, his voice only slightly betraying his hope.
"Just drinking water isn't enough to keep us hydrated for long” Kirishima reveals. “If we don't properly submerge then our skin dries out and cracks...eventually it gets really hard and brittle...and we just break."
"How long until that happens?"
Kirishima shrugs but it feels anything but nonchalant. "Comfortably half a day...two days before I start to crack...I've never tried longer, two days was painful enough." Bakugo can't help the sinking feeling in his chest. It's not like he expected Kirishima to abandon the sea to be with him, but maybe they could have worked with it...with a longer time frame...and then another uncomfortable realisation comes to him.
"You've been shedding your scales everyday?” Bakugo asks, stunned. “To be with me?"
"I like being with you." Kirishima says, the admission hidden behind a bashful smile.
"Idiot...” Bakugo huffs. “You could have told me sooner...I'm a good swimmer, we could have..."
Kirishima’s head shakes immediately. "If my pod saw you with me in this form they'd disown me...they might still if they find out you've seen me like this...we're not supposed to expose ourselves to humans..."
"Then why did you?" he asks again.
"Because when you leave..." Kirishima says sadly "I won't be able to keep in contact with you. My pod are nomadic, there’ll be nowhere to send letters...I can’t even write. When you leave...it will be goodbye, and I wanted you to know why."
It’s too much, too much all at once because when Bakugo had told him, Bakugo had been prepared for goodbye, but not forever goodbye. He hadn't thought, when he saw Kirishima’s true form, how it would affect their future...their lack thereof. His throat struggles to form words, just a heavy lump forming in their places and for a few moments his lips move, unable to voice the fluttering feeling of panic in his chest.
And Kirishima shrugs, his tone morose as a scaled shoulder breaks through the water. "I didn't want you to think that I didn't want to see you again...I do you know” Carmine eyes captivate his “I've never met anyone like you."
"I want to see you again too..." Bakugo gushes once his throat starts working again. "Fuck...I've never met anyone like you either..."
Kirishima smiles a little at that, a slight quirk in his brow. "I'd be surprised if you had..."
Bakugo glares at him, the expression probably lost between the way his heart pounds and his eyes sting. "I didn't mean because you're a fucking fish, idiot.” he snaps. “I meant..."
"Mammal...technically" Kirishima corrects him with an attempt at a wry grin, mischief sparkling in his eyes and damn it just makes Bakugo's heart pound harder.
"Shut up." Bakugo hisses, strained and confused and totally overwhelmed, “Shut the fuck up”, and then he lunges forward through the water to shut Kirishima up. Fuck a proper confession.
Kirishima’s lips taste like magic against his. They’re soft and plump and they move like nothing Bakugo has felt before. Until Kirishima pulls away. "What are you doing?" Kirishima asks, webbed fingers tracing his lips in surprise.
"Kissing you." Bakugo huffs, leaning in to kiss him again, but Kirishima ducks out of the way.
"I know that” Kirishima frowns. “But why?"
"Because I like you, idiot.” Bakugo snaps, his cheeks flushing red as he admits “Fuck, I really like you."
"But you're leaving tomorrow…" Kirishima says, an echo of sadness in his voice.
"Then lets not waste tonight."
*****
It's still early. The light filtering in through the curtains of his cabin is still the grey pink of sunrise, but he won't be able to sleep again.
Bakugo leans over the edge of his bed to pull the locked chest from under it and he keys in the combination before pulling out the vial containing Kirishima's crimson scale.
He has another bottle, a larger one containing more scales, translucent white ones that he scooped from the bottom of the pool, and as he pulls that one out too they refract light like rainbows across the walls of his cabin.
They’re beautiful, every one a treasure. The red one is his favourite though – peeled especially for him from just above Kirishima's pounding heart – for seven years he's treasured it. He’ll treasure it for as many more as it takes until he finds Kirishima again.
He places the vial back in the box and pulls out a sketch book instead. He has dozens, sketching observations is a vital skill for a researcher, but this one is just for Kirishima. Nearly every page is filled with his image. With everything from doodles and line sketches to full pages of coloured pencils that can't quite capture the seemingly infinite shades of red reflected from his scales.
There are study pieces on anatomy, whole pages devoted to scales and fins and rows of dagger teeth. There are pages of his human anatomy too, his thick muscular legs and broad shoulders. And then hidden away right at the back of the book are drawings of his sexes – two of the four thin slits, barely visible, between the scales where his groin would be. One giving way to the wet heat of his cunt, the other sheathing the prehensile penile muscle that Bakugo desperately yearns to feel inside him again.
*****
He gasps as Kirishima presses him back against the cool rock at the edge of the pool. The smooth hands pressing against his waist are equally cool, but Kirishima's mouth is hot against his. Bakugo tries to keep up, his hands moving to Kirishima's body too, sliding down the taut, scaled skin of his sides to rest at his hips, where a pair of thin fins mark the change from human to Mer. He moves one hand to stroke along the closest fin, letting the silky texture slip between his fingers and Kirishima shudders against him as he sucks in a sharp breath.
Fuck, did that hurt? He wasn't rough, was he? He didn't pull...
"Feels nice." Kirishima mumbles against his lips, and OK, better. He can deal with nice.
He repeats the action, his fingers circling around the base of the fin and sliding along it and this time Kirishima moans softly.
Emboldened he does it again, his other hand moving down, tracing patterns over smooth scales and edging closer to where his dick would be if he were human. Bakugo doesn't know where the fuck Kirishima's is, he didn't really take in anything beyond iridescent red in the few seconds he was under the water but the small mewls Kirishima makes against his lips, and the way his body presses into Bakugo's hands, says he's doing something right.
And then his fingers catch against a small nub that has Kirishima crying out into his mouth. He rubs at it again, equal parts surprised and amazed as it fills out between his fingers. Fuck, is that Kirishima’s dick? Is this Kirishima hard?
His own dick is hard, twitching for attention too, so he hurries to push his own swim shorts down his legs and then he wraps his hand tightly around both of them together.
Fuck it feels good, the texture of it is so smooth and firm, it feels almost rubbery. And then it fucking moves.
Kirishima is kissing him, his hands still firm against Bakugo's waist as his fucking dick wraps around Bakugo's, stroking across the head while he jerks his hand along them both and Kirishima moans into his mouth and fuck. Fuck, it’s too much. He's going to come.
It's too late to stop it, he's too far over, lost in the vinegar strokes, and it’s all he can do to clench his eyes closed and gasp a quick warning into Kirishima's mouth as white hot pleasure jolts through him.
When he comes back down his limbs feel like jelly and he's pretty certain he'd have drowned if not for Kirishima holding him up, kissing him through the aftershocks. His own hand is still wrapped loosely around his softening dick but Kirishima's dick is now gently massaging along his perineum and Bakugo is too blissed out to even feel nervous about the way it's pressing steadily closer to his asshole.
He finds his legs spreading to let it – fuck knows where his swimming trunks have gone – and he brings his knees up to close his legs around Kirishima's torso.
"You don't have a vagina." Kirishima states matter-of-factly, as his dick starts to rub small circles around Bakugo's hole. Bakugo squirms at the sensation, but it's not unpleasant, especially not when Kirishima intersperses his words with kisses. "But I think that this...is how male humans are penetrated..."
Bakugo nods, whether in answer to his question or in permission he can’t even be sure. But he doesn’t protest it when Kirishima presses closer, the tapered tip of his dick sliding inside his body.
He doesn’t thrust it in, for the longest moment Kirishima just breathes heavily, his eyes clenched closed, forehead resting against Bakugo’s as his dick eases it’s own way deeper into him.
It’s a stretch, it feels huge as it grows wider with each passing second, it feels endless. But eventually it stills and Bakugo takes a few slow breaths before a moan catches him off guard when the thing starts throbbing inside him. It’s the strangest sensation, like it’s pulsing or flexing, twitching, or rubbing, licking pleasure along his insides. It’s curling and unfurling and then pressing down hard.
“There.” he cries out. “Fuck, ah” and his voice echoes back from the cave walls as he lets out another string of curses. Kirishima hums, his voice pleased, then quiets Bakugo with a kiss as he strokes that spot over and over.
It doesn’t take long until he’s hard again, his hips shifting against Kirishima’s dick, wordlessly begging for more, his dick sliding against the smooth surface of scales, not quite enough either.
One of Kirishima’s hands moves from his waist to wrap around Bakugo’s dick, sliding along it just once before asking breathlessly. “Can I put it in?”
Bakugo nods quickly. He has no fucking idea where he’s going to put it, how it will work, but he’s so desperate for more that he thinks he’d agree to anything. With a groan Kirishima leans back, and Bakugo still can’t see anything below the water, but he feels the way Kirishima angles his dick straight out, rubbing it against himself until it slides into a tight, wet hole just above where his own dick is.
“Fuck.” Bakugo curses aloud, his head pressing back into the rock, as he’s swallowed in to the hilt. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Kirishima whimpers as he shifts against Bakugo, hands clinging tightly to his hips again. “You feel good too...It feels so...” his words are cut off with a moan as Bakugo rocks his hips and then he gasps out “Like that” when Bakugo does it again.
There’s no finesse to it, Bakugo has no idea what he’s doing as he bucks his hips forward into Kirishima’s heat and rocks back against the thick dick still twitching inside him. His body feels torn as it chases both pleasures, his head spinning with the combination of the different and incredible sensations. He’s lost in it, drowning.
*****
He bites into his pillow to muffle a moan as he edges the toy in deeper. It’s not as big as Kirishima was, he doesn’t think, and it doesn’t move like his did, but the shape is pretty close and it has a rubbery texture, and he paid extra for the feature that lets it pump him full of fake jizz. It’s not Kirishima, but who knows how long he’ll be waiting for Kirishima, he still has needs.
A loud knocking on his door pulls him from the mood and he raises his head to shout “Fuck off.” in it’s general direction.
“It’s me.”A bored voice answers “I’m coming in.”
She’s not Kirishima either, but he doesn’t mind Jiro. She’s foul-mouthed and has no filter, and she don’t ask questions if he begs to be fingered while he fucks her.
“Fuck. Just give me a second.” he huffs, and then he tugs the toy out of his ass and wraps it in the towel he’d laid out under him before shoving it back in the box along with Kirishima’s scales and sketches. When it’s securely locked and hidden away again he rolls over in bed and calls out “Whatever. Come in.”
He doesn’t bother with pants but he pulls the covers up for some semblance of modesty as he hears the beep of her card on the doors lock.
Jiro takes one look at his face and smirks. "Caught you jerking it?"
"Fuck off." he spits back, like they don't both know why she's here.
"You finish?" she asks in interest. It wouldn't matter if he had, he's always had a short refractory period, but he shakes his head anyway. "Good." she comments, and without another word she's stripping off the oversized T-dress that she's apparently wearing nothing underneath.
When she pulls the covers off Bakugo her eyebrows raise slightly but she doesn't comment as she swings one leg over his hips, facing his feet.
The finger between his cheeks catches him off guard – he must have been messier with the lube than he thought for her to notice – but he lets out a slow breath as it eases inside him. When she pulls it out and goes back in with two he bites back a moan, and then curses "Shit." as she grinds down against his cock, her lips already slick with arousal.
She hums as she squeezes a third finger into his ass and Bakugo spreads his legs. "You prepped yourself real good." Jiro breathes, and then she lets out a gruff moan of her own as she grinds down again. "Such a slut for my fingers. One day I'm going to fuck your ass, sensei."
Bakugo likes it. Not the words themselves – because he's not really into dirty talk, and there's no way she's going to fuck him either – but he likes that Jiro just says what she thinks. Hell, he probably wouldn't have even bothered speaking to her if she hadn't been drunk and running her mouth one night, and said one of few words certain to pique Bakugo's interest. 'Mermaid'.
She has one tattooed on her back and Bakugo strokes his fingers along her spine as she sinks down onto him, tracing the fuchsia scales of it’s tail. She swears blind that she'd seen one as a little girl, that she'd been so struck by the beauty of it that she'd sworn one day she'd find proof it was real.
Bakugo hasn't told her about Kirishima. He made a promise not to tell a soul – yet he finds comfort in their shared experience all the same. That's why he fucks her.
"Yeah?" he asks, his voice coming out more breathless than he'd like as she crooks her fingers just right. "Say it louder slut, tell the whole fucking team what a dirty little bitch you are. Make sure Daddy can hear."
That's why Jiro fucks him.
Her father, along with Aizawa, heads the team, and he always thinks he knows what’s best for his daughter. He probably does, he’s a smart man, but Jiro doesn’t appreciate having her every choice made for her. She even resents the fact the career she wanted for herself was what he’d have chosen for her anyway.
Bakugo is her rebellion. She’s been promised in an arranged marriage to the son of some wealthy Tokyo elite, but they’re not married yet, and until they are Jiro is going to stick her finger up at the whole lot of them as many times as she can, as loudly as she can. It’s a shitty thing to do but it works for her.
It works for Bakugo too, even if he still clenches his eyes closed as he comes, a silent apology on his lips, and a wave of guilt crashing into the backs of his eyelids as he pushes her off him and stumbles toward the bathroom.
*****
"Are you OK?" Kirishima asks softly, a hand stroking along Bakugo's jaw.
Bakugo chases it with his lips as he snorts. "Am I fucking OK?" he asks. "I'm the best I've ever been."
Kirishima smiles, trying to hide it by biting into his lower lip with pointed teeth. "I didn't hurt you?"
He grabs Kirishima by the hair and tugs him closer, their lips fitting together easily with how much practise they’ve had in the last few hours. "It was fucking amazing."
They kiss for a few moments, until Kirishima breaks away with a sigh, moving closer and dropping his head to rest against Bakugo's shoulder. "Everything feels different..." Kirishima muses and it feels likes there's more to his words so Bakugo waits as Kirishima sighs again "I didn't expect this."
Bakugo didn't expect this either. Bakugo expected to spend four weeks sulking on a beach by himself while his hag of a mother got pissed on Margaritas and his dad played golf or some shit. He didn't expect to meet someone that he, reluctantly at first, enjoyed the company of. He didn't expect to fall for someone. He didn't expect to lose his virginity in a damn sea cave to a mythical creature, but here he fucking is and he wouldn't change it for the world. He presses his lips into Kirishima's sodden hair. It feels like he's dreaming and he doesn't want it to end.
"It won't be goodbye." Bakugo says.
"Huh?" Kirishima asks as he pulls back to look into Bakugo's eyes. The mixture of sadness and hope in his own says he understood just fine though.
"I'll find you." Bakugo promises.
Kirishima's smile is bittersweet as he shakes his head softly. "You won't find me..."
"I found you now didn't I?"
"I found you." Kirishima protests with a frown.
"Then find me again...or tell me how to find you..." He can see another argument on Kirishima's lips but he kisses it away. "You've already shown me what you are. We have maybe twelve hours until I walk out of your life...unless you tell me everything you can to help me get back to you again."
In the hours that follow, Bakugo learns more about Mer than he knows about any other living creature. He learns of their social hierarchies and their migration patterns, he learns about their breeding seasons and their anatomy. He learns the name for every group of scales, for every type of fin.
He learns the purposes of each of the four small slits at the top of Kirishima's tail and slides his fingers into the one he'd fucked just hours before. He strokes and teases as Kirishima writhes on the cave floor, watching in something akin to awe as, from the slit beneath it, the thick muscle of penile tissue unfurls.
He watches the ecstasy play over Kirishima’s face as he swings a leg over his his hips and sinks down onto it again, riding him as the sun rises around them, their moans echoing from rough, rock walls until Kirishima pulses deep inside, filling him with thick release for the second time.
Later, he blames the bright light of the morning sun for the moisture on his cheeks, brushing it away with the back of his hand as he reluctantly admits. "You should get back to your pod and sleep...they'll be wondering where you are."
"I’ll miss you." Kirishima answers, and Bakugo wants to answer the same but the lump in his throat chokes him again as salty tears drip from his chin to land on Kirishima's chest, turning a fading scale to deep burgundy once more.
Kirishima's fingers, almost human again with how long he's been out of the water with Bakugo, reach up to run over the scale, and then with a slight hiss he digs what's left of sharp claws beneath it and peels it from his chest.
Bakugo takes it hesitantly when Kirishima holds it out to him. "Don't forget about me..." Kirishima begs.
"Idiot" Bakugo snaps but it sounds far too wet as he closes his hand around the scale and more tears cascade down his face. "How could I fucking forget you?"
There's moisture in Kirishima's eyes too, threatening to spill as he reaches up to wipe across Bakugo's cheek. "You're only human" Kirishima whispers, pressing the words against Bakugo's temple and before he's ready, Kirishima is shifting, moving him aside. "Goodbye Katsuki".
"No." Bakugo protests weakly as Kirishima slides back into the water, sparkling red disappearing from view. "Eijiro...Ei!"
*****
"Eijiro" he gasps into the streaming water of the shower. "Ei...Fuck..." His hand curls against the smooth tile of the wall and he almost fancies he can feel the single scale held there still.
He'd gathered more. Once the sun was full in the sky and the tears had stopped. He'd dived into the depths of the pool and found more of Kirishima's shed scales. He'd held them close to his chest as he made his way back to their rented beach-house, and glared his father down as he found one of his mother's empty wine bottles and taken it down to the sea's edge to fill it with sea water to keep the scales alive. To keep Eijiro alive.
"You coming to breakfast?" Jiro asks when he emerges, more composed, from the bathroom.
Bakugo glances at his watch, he's a little late already. "Nah, I'm gonna check the observation deck."
Jiro shrugs easily. "Whatever. I'll tag."
He doesn't care if she tags along, but he doesn't begrudge the company either. "Anything?" He asks as she takes the starboard side.
"Nah." she sighs, then inhales an almost silent "Wait!". Bakugo doesn't rush over, there are a thousand different marine creatures she could have spotted. "Was that a person? Where did he go?"
That catches Bakugo's attention and he darts over to tug the binoculars from her hand as he scans the coastline. "Where?"
"Ten o’ clock” she says, even as she tries to take the binoculars back. “I swear there was a guy sitting on those rocks over there but he’s gone.”
Bakugo turns just in time to catch shimmering gold sink beneath deep blue.
It’s not the colour he wants to see, it isn’t the hue of rust and rubies but he could swear he can make out the shape of an elongated caudal fin, the flowing silk of a dorsal fin painting the sea in saffron.
It’s not Kirishima, but after seven years it feels enough like hope.
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Warnings: Interspecies sexy times (merperson/human) and one use of the C word (but not in a derogatory way)
I want to show you something
Bakugo knows he's dreaming because he only ever hears that voice in his dreams. Those words.
It wasn't the words that changed everything, not themselves, but if Bakugo had to pick the moment that everything was set in motion, then it was when Kirishima said those words.
Maybe it had been just moments before, when Kirishima had made the decision to show him.
*****
"We're going home tomorrow." Bakugo huffs, hating the look on Kirishima's face almost as much as he'd hated the weird way his chest had tightened when his parent's first told him of their decision to leave vacation early. He'd hated that feeling enough to argue their decision, despite the way he'd argued about even coming here in the first place – vacations were stupid – until he met Kirishima.
He hadn't known what Kirishima's reaction would be. He doesn’t think this alien pull he feels towards Kirishima is one sided. But vacations are stupid, summer romances are stupider. Kirishima is stupid, and so is his stupid spiky hair and his stupid shark teeth and the stupid way his eyes shimmer like rubies in the summer sun.
Can he even call it a summer romance if they haven't even kissed? When he can't even find the courage to confess. Fuck, feelings are stupid.
Feelings hurt. He hates how much it hurts when Kirishima doesn't answer, just looks down at his hands, twiddling his stupid fingers.
It's not like he'd expected Kirishima to cry or whatever, they've only known each other three damn weeks, but he thought there was something there. He thought Kirishima liked him at least.
Hell, it was Kirishima that started this whole stupid thing. It was Kirishima with his obnoxious grin and unrelenting enthusiasm that wouldn't let Bakugo sulk in solitude on the rocky coast. It was Kirishima that had taken his hand and all but dragged him along the dunes to explore this stupid old abandoned lighthouse – the idiot was probably just too scared to go alone.
It was Kirishima that found him, every morning after, and filled Bakugo's days with laughter and adventure, his evenings with colourful firecrackers and long walks across cooling sand, his nights with dreams of glistening ruby red eyes.
"I want to show you something." He says eventually, the expression on his face both scared and resolute, so different from the carefree nature Bakugo has grown accustomed to.
In answer Bakugo holds out his hand, letting Kirishima lead him once again.
They'd always gone inland – because Kirishima couldn't swim – but this time they’re heading down the rocky slopes to the coastline. Bakugo follows as Kirishima picks his way across the jagged path like it’s as familiar as the back of his hand.
Bakugo follows him all the way to a low sea-cave, the mouth barely outcropping the level of the sea, but then giving way to jutting rocks and pools of seawater that glows like firelight in the sinking rays of the sun.
Bakugo is still marvelling at the sight when Kirishima's hand slips from his, and Bakugo watches as Kirishima turns away from him, shedding his clothes quickly before practically melting into the water.
"I thought you couldn't swim?" Bakugo asks, trying to fight down the heat rising into his cheeks at the thought that Kirishima is naked right now.
"Come into the water..." Kirishima says, his words barely even muffled by the seawater rising over his lips.
There’s no reason not too, Bakugo was one of the best swimmers in his whole highschool, but he’s also very conscious of the fact that Kirishima is nakedunder the water. He’s not scared. Naked boys don’t scare him, he accepted years ago that the reactions he had to naked boys were entirely normal.
But it’s Kirishima.
Kirishima isn’t some nameless, faceless dick on a seedy porn site. Kirishima is a person, and he’s waiting naked in a pool for Bakugo, and he’s the only person Bakugo has ever had feelings for.
Eventually, he strips off his shirt, contemplating for a moment about losing his shorts too only he thinks he might be a little bit hard, and Kirishima is watching him, only his head visible above the void of water.
He leaves them on as he steps over the edge of the pool and sinks below the surface. It’s deeper than he expected, he sinks far too deep before his feet find ground to kick against, to propel him back to the surface.
There are flashes of red as he ascends but he blinks away the blurred images, scrubbing against his eyes with the back of his hand as he catches his breath.
Everything stills as Kirishima moves towards him, his hands finding Bakugo’s beneath the water, the texture of them almost rubbery as they close around his own hands, tugging ever so softly down again as Kirishima starts to slowly descend.
Bakugo watches, shimmering ruby eyes trained on his, still scared, another encouraging tug and then Bakugo lets himself sink, only sucking in a breath in time for his nose to breach the surface of the water. And then he closes his eyes.
When he feels himself fully submerged, he dares to open them.
The sight before him makes him choke on the breath still held in his lungs, he splutters, bubbles rising in torrents from his parted lips as he kicks his way back up to the surface, rubbing his eyes again to wipe the mirage from them.
*****
It's not an uncommon dream. Every time the team sets out on a new expedition, Bakugo can't help but think of the words that led him to be among them.
He'd already accepted an offer of an internship at the local fire station and he'd begrudged his parents for forcing him away on vacation when he still had so much work to do after coming only second in the physical exam. But when the car had pulled up back home on their drive, Bakugo wasn’t the same person he’d been when they set off. His entire future had taken a new direction.
Instead of pursuing a career fighting fire, Bakugo turned to the ocean instead. Within four years he had a Masters degree from one of the most prestigious Marine Biology faculties in the whole Kanto region. Three years after that he was Dr. Katsuki Bakugo, research associate under Tokyo’s most esteemed oceanic explorer, Aizawa Shota.
It had been those words that had triggered it and the night he spent with Kirishima that had cemented it. It was the relic of their last night together, the sole content of a small glass vial, and the accompanying promise, that had paved Bakugo’s way – a single shimmering red scale.
*****
Kirishima watches him from across the small pool as he coughs up a lungful of water, his wary eyes only just above the water line. His hair is hanging limp around his face, almost hiding the deep red scales that run from temple to jawline, and from beneath it protrude two large, fin-like ears.
"What are you?" Bakugo asks once he gets his breath back.
Kirishima rises just enough for his mouth to break the surface of the pool. "Mer." he answers softly.
"Mer?" Bakugo asks, recalling the brief glimpse of a long fish like tail beneath the water. "Like a mer...man?"
Kirishima's head shakes lightly. "Just Mer. We don't have genders unless we're bred."
"You don't..?" Bakugo starts, trying to wrap his head around that for a moment. "You're not male...you don't have..."
"I do..." Kirishima tells him and then his cheeks flush almost as dark as the scales adorning them. "I have both..."
Bakugo glances down at the water but there’s nothing to see, the reflection of the setting sun on it's still surface too bright to see through. He sees the way Kirishima shifts uncomfortably though. "Sorry...” he says with a clearing of his throat. “That was...it's none of my business…". He doesn't know how to say how much he wants it to be his business, how it surprises him that he still does, that he still wants Kirishima even if he is half-fish or a Mer or whatever.
"Please don't tell anyone..." Kirishima says, and Bakugo's mind is still in the gutter until Kirishima clarifies. "What I am...that we exist. Please don’t..."
"I won't." Bakugo promises, and he wouldn’t, but it's not like anyone would believe him even if he did.
"We're not supposed to expose ourselves to humans…" Kirishima explains.
"Why did you?" Bakugo can’t help but ask.
Kirishima sucks his bottom lip between pointed teeth, his eyes soft and sincere. "Because you looked so lonely?"
Bakugo tuts pointedly, brushing the truth aside with an accusatory glare as he demands. "But how did you...you had legs...you were human..."
"I looked human...” Kirishima corrects him. “What you could see of me at least..."
"How?" Bakugo demands again.
"I dried out..." Without a word Kirishima vanishes under the water and returns moments later with a palm full of what looks like glittering diamonds.
Bakugo floats closer to look at them and quickly realises they're not diamonds. "Scales?" he asks in confusion.
Kirishima nods "If we stay out of the water long enough they dry out and flake off, our fins too"
"So you have legs...like underneath your...tail?"
For a moment Kirishima seems to fight the words internally but eventually he nods. "When I go back in the water, it reacts with my skin and makes the scales reappear...they kind of make a fused layer over my legs so the whole things just works as one appendage."
"What happens if you don't go back in the water?" Bakugo ask, his voice only slightly betraying his hope.
"Just drinking water isn't enough to keep us hydrated for long” Kirishima reveals. “If we don't properly submerge then our skin dries out and cracks...eventually it gets really hard and brittle...and we just break."
"How long until that happens?"
Kirishima shrugs but it feels anything but nonchalant. "Comfortably half a day...two days before I start to crack...I've never tried longer, two days was painful enough." Bakugo can't help the sinking feeling in his chest. It's not like he expected Kirishima to abandon the sea to be with him, but maybe they could have worked with it...with a longer time frame...and then another uncomfortable realisation comes to him.
"You've been shedding your scales everyday?” Bakugo asks, stunned. “To be with me?"
"I like being with you." Kirishima says, the admission hidden behind a bashful smile.
"Idiot...” Bakugo huffs. “You could have told me sooner...I'm a good swimmer, we could have..."
Kirishima’s head shakes immediately. "If my pod saw you with me in this form they'd disown me...they might still if they find out you've seen me like this...we're not supposed to expose ourselves to humans..."
"Then why did you?" he asks again.
"Because when you leave..." Kirishima says sadly "I won't be able to keep in contact with you. My pod are nomadic, there’ll be nowhere to send letters...I can’t even write. When you leave...it will be goodbye, and I wanted you to know why."
It’s too much, too much all at once because when Bakugo had told him, Bakugo had been prepared for goodbye, but not forever goodbye. He hadn't thought, when he saw Kirishima’s true form, how it would affect their future...their lack thereof. His throat struggles to form words, just a heavy lump forming in their places and for a few moments his lips move, unable to voice the fluttering feeling of panic in his chest.
And Kirishima shrugs, his tone morose as a scaled shoulder breaks through the water. "I didn't want you to think that I didn't want to see you again...I do you know” Carmine eyes captivate his “I've never met anyone like you."
"I want to see you again too..." Bakugo gushes once his throat starts working again. "Fuck...I've never met anyone like you either..."
Kirishima smiles a little at that, a slight quirk in his brow. "I'd be surprised if you had..."
Bakugo glares at him, the expression probably lost between the way his heart pounds and his eyes sting. "I didn't mean because you're a fucking fish, idiot.” he snaps. “I meant..."
"Mammal...technically" Kirishima corrects him with an attempt at a wry grin, mischief sparkling in his eyes and damn it just makes Bakugo's heart pound harder.
"Shut up." Bakugo hisses, strained and confused and totally overwhelmed, “Shut the fuck up”, and then he lunges forward through the water to shut Kirishima up. Fuck a proper confession.
Kirishima’s lips taste like magic against his. They’re soft and plump and they move like nothing Bakugo has felt before. Until Kirishima pulls away. "What are you doing?" Kirishima asks, webbed fingers tracing his lips in surprise.
"Kissing you." Bakugo huffs, leaning in to kiss him again, but Kirishima ducks out of the way.
"I know that” Kirishima frowns. “But why?"
"Because I like you, idiot.” Bakugo snaps, his cheeks flushing red as he admits “Fuck, I really like you."
"But you're leaving tomorrow…" Kirishima says, an echo of sadness in his voice.
"Then lets not waste tonight."
*****
It's still early. The light filtering in through the curtains of his cabin is still the grey pink of sunrise, but he won't be able to sleep again.
Bakugo leans over the edge of his bed to pull the locked chest from under it and he keys in the combination before pulling out the vial containing Kirishima's crimson scale.
He has another bottle, a larger one containing more scales, translucent white ones that he scooped from the bottom of the pool, and as he pulls that one out too they refract light like rainbows across the walls of his cabin.
They’re beautiful, every one a treasure. The red one is his favourite though – peeled especially for him from just above Kirishima's pounding heart – for seven years he's treasured it. He’ll treasure it for as many more as it takes until he finds Kirishima again.
He places the vial back in the box and pulls out a sketch book instead. He has dozens, sketching observations is a vital skill for a researcher, but this one is just for Kirishima. Nearly every page is filled with his image. With everything from doodles and line sketches to full pages of coloured pencils that can't quite capture the seemingly infinite shades of red reflected from his scales.
There are study pieces on anatomy, whole pages devoted to scales and fins and rows of dagger teeth. There are pages of his human anatomy too, his thick muscular legs and broad shoulders. And then hidden away right at the back of the book are drawings of his sexes – two of the four thin slits, barely visible, between the scales where his groin would be. One giving way to the wet heat of his cunt, the other sheathing the prehensile penile muscle that Bakugo desperately yearns to feel inside him again.
*****
He gasps as Kirishima presses him back against the cool rock at the edge of the pool. The smooth hands pressing against his waist are equally cool, but Kirishima's mouth is hot against his. Bakugo tries to keep up, his hands moving to Kirishima's body too, sliding down the taut, scaled skin of his sides to rest at his hips, where a pair of thin fins mark the change from human to Mer. He moves one hand to stroke along the closest fin, letting the silky texture slip between his fingers and Kirishima shudders against him as he sucks in a sharp breath.
Fuck, did that hurt? He wasn't rough, was he? He didn't pull...
"Feels nice." Kirishima mumbles against his lips, and OK, better. He can deal with nice.
He repeats the action, his fingers circling around the base of the fin and sliding along it and this time Kirishima moans softly.
Emboldened he does it again, his other hand moving down, tracing patterns over smooth scales and edging closer to where his dick would be if he were human. Bakugo doesn't know where the fuck Kirishima's is, he didn't really take in anything beyond iridescent red in the few seconds he was under the water but the small mewls Kirishima makes against his lips, and the way his body presses into Bakugo's hands, says he's doing something right.
And then his fingers catch against a small nub that has Kirishima crying out into his mouth. He rubs at it again, equal parts surprised and amazed as it fills out between his fingers. Fuck, is that Kirishima’s dick? Is this Kirishima hard?
His own dick is hard, twitching for attention too, so he hurries to push his own swim shorts down his legs and then he wraps his hand tightly around both of them together.
Fuck it feels good, the texture of it is so smooth and firm, it feels almost rubbery. And then it fucking moves.
Kirishima is kissing him, his hands still firm against Bakugo's waist as his fucking dick wraps around Bakugo's, stroking across the head while he jerks his hand along them both and Kirishima moans into his mouth and fuck. Fuck, it’s too much. He's going to come.
It's too late to stop it, he's too far over, lost in the vinegar strokes, and it’s all he can do to clench his eyes closed and gasp a quick warning into Kirishima's mouth as white hot pleasure jolts through him.
When he comes back down his limbs feel like jelly and he's pretty certain he'd have drowned if not for Kirishima holding him up, kissing him through the aftershocks. His own hand is still wrapped loosely around his softening dick but Kirishima's dick is now gently massaging along his perineum and Bakugo is too blissed out to even feel nervous about the way it's pressing steadily closer to his asshole.
He finds his legs spreading to let it – fuck knows where his swimming trunks have gone – and he brings his knees up to close his legs around Kirishima's torso.
"You don't have a vagina." Kirishima states matter-of-factly, as his dick starts to rub small circles around Bakugo's hole. Bakugo squirms at the sensation, but it's not unpleasant, especially not when Kirishima intersperses his words with kisses. "But I think that this...is how male humans are penetrated..."
Bakugo nods, whether in answer to his question or in permission he can’t even be sure. But he doesn’t protest it when Kirishima presses closer, the tapered tip of his dick sliding inside his body.
He doesn’t thrust it in, for the longest moment Kirishima just breathes heavily, his eyes clenched closed, forehead resting against Bakugo’s as his dick eases it’s own way deeper into him.
It’s a stretch, it feels huge as it grows wider with each passing second, it feels endless. But eventually it stills and Bakugo takes a few slow breaths before a moan catches him off guard when the thing starts throbbing inside him. It’s the strangest sensation, like it’s pulsing or flexing, twitching, or rubbing, licking pleasure along his insides. It’s curling and unfurling and then pressing down hard.
“There.” he cries out. “Fuck, ah” and his voice echoes back from the cave walls as he lets out another string of curses. Kirishima hums, his voice pleased, then quiets Bakugo with a kiss as he strokes that spot over and over.
It doesn’t take long until he’s hard again, his hips shifting against Kirishima’s dick, wordlessly begging for more, his dick sliding against the smooth surface of scales, not quite enough either.
One of Kirishima’s hands moves from his waist to wrap around Bakugo’s dick, sliding along it just once before asking breathlessly. “Can I put it in?”
Bakugo nods quickly. He has no fucking idea where he’s going to put it, how it will work, but he’s so desperate for more that he thinks he’d agree to anything. With a groan Kirishima leans back, and Bakugo still can’t see anything below the water, but he feels the way Kirishima angles his dick straight out, rubbing it against himself until it slides into a tight, wet hole just above where his own dick is.
“Fuck.” Bakugo curses aloud, his head pressing back into the rock, as he’s swallowed in to the hilt. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Kirishima whimpers as he shifts against Bakugo, hands clinging tightly to his hips again. “You feel good too...It feels so...” his words are cut off with a moan as Bakugo rocks his hips and then he gasps out “Like that” when Bakugo does it again.
There’s no finesse to it, Bakugo has no idea what he’s doing as he bucks his hips forward into Kirishima’s heat and rocks back against the thick dick still twitching inside him. His body feels torn as it chases both pleasures, his head spinning with the combination of the different and incredible sensations. He’s lost in it, drowning.
*****
He bites into his pillow to muffle a moan as he edges the toy in deeper. It’s not as big as Kirishima was, he doesn’t think, and it doesn’t move like his did, but the shape is pretty close and it has a rubbery texture, and he paid extra for the feature that lets it pump him full of fake jizz. It’s not Kirishima, but who knows how long he’ll be waiting for Kirishima, he still has needs.
A loud knocking on his door pulls him from the mood and he raises his head to shout “Fuck off.” in it’s general direction.
“It’s me.”A bored voice answers “I’m coming in.”
She’s not Kirishima either, but he doesn’t mind Jiro. She’s foul-mouthed and has no filter, and she don’t ask questions if he begs to be fingered while he fucks her.
“Fuck. Just give me a second.” he huffs, and then he tugs the toy out of his ass and wraps it in the towel he’d laid out under him before shoving it back in the box along with Kirishima’s scales and sketches. When it’s securely locked and hidden away again he rolls over in bed and calls out “Whatever. Come in.”
He doesn’t bother with pants but he pulls the covers up for some semblance of modesty as he hears the beep of her card on the doors lock.
Jiro takes one look at his face and smirks. "Caught you jerking it?"
"Fuck off." he spits back, like they don't both know why she's here.
"You finish?" she asks in interest. It wouldn't matter if he had, he's always had a short refractory period, but he shakes his head anyway. "Good." she comments, and without another word she's stripping off the oversized T-dress that she's apparently wearing nothing underneath.
When she pulls the covers off Bakugo her eyebrows raise slightly but she doesn't comment as she swings one leg over his hips, facing his feet.
The finger between his cheeks catches him off guard – he must have been messier with the lube than he thought for her to notice – but he lets out a slow breath as it eases inside him. When she pulls it out and goes back in with two he bites back a moan, and then curses "Shit." as she grinds down against his cock, her lips already slick with arousal.
She hums as she squeezes a third finger into his ass and Bakugo spreads his legs. "You prepped yourself real good." Jiro breathes, and then she lets out a gruff moan of her own as she grinds down again. "Such a slut for my fingers. One day I'm going to fuck your ass, sensei."
Bakugo likes it. Not the words themselves – because he's not really into dirty talk, and there's no way she's going to fuck him either – but he likes that Jiro just says what she thinks. Hell, he probably wouldn't have even bothered speaking to her if she hadn't been drunk and running her mouth one night, and said one of few words certain to pique Bakugo's interest. 'Mermaid'.
She has one tattooed on her back and Bakugo strokes his fingers along her spine as she sinks down onto him, tracing the fuchsia scales of it’s tail. She swears blind that she'd seen one as a little girl, that she'd been so struck by the beauty of it that she'd sworn one day she'd find proof it was real.
Bakugo hasn't told her about Kirishima. He made a promise not to tell a soul – yet he finds comfort in their shared experience all the same. That's why he fucks her.
"Yeah?" he asks, his voice coming out more breathless than he'd like as she crooks her fingers just right. "Say it louder slut, tell the whole fucking team what a dirty little bitch you are. Make sure Daddy can hear."
That's why Jiro fucks him.
Her father, along with Aizawa, heads the team, and he always thinks he knows what’s best for his daughter. He probably does, he’s a smart man, but Jiro doesn’t appreciate having her every choice made for her. She even resents the fact the career she wanted for herself was what he’d have chosen for her anyway.
Bakugo is her rebellion. She’s been promised in an arranged marriage to the son of some wealthy Tokyo elite, but they’re not married yet, and until they are Jiro is going to stick her finger up at the whole lot of them as many times as she can, as loudly as she can. It’s a shitty thing to do but it works for her.
It works for Bakugo too, even if he still clenches his eyes closed as he comes, a silent apology on his lips, and a wave of guilt crashing into the backs of his eyelids as he pushes her off him and stumbles toward the bathroom.
*****
"Are you OK?" Kirishima asks softly, a hand stroking along Bakugo's jaw.
Bakugo chases it with his lips as he snorts. "Am I fucking OK?" he asks. "I'm the best I've ever been."
Kirishima smiles, trying to hide it by biting into his lower lip with pointed teeth. "I didn't hurt you?"
He grabs Kirishima by the hair and tugs him closer, their lips fitting together easily with how much practise they’ve had in the last few hours. "It was fucking amazing."
They kiss for a few moments, until Kirishima breaks away with a sigh, moving closer and dropping his head to rest against Bakugo's shoulder. "Everything feels different..." Kirishima muses and it feels likes there's more to his words so Bakugo waits as Kirishima sighs again "I didn't expect this."
Bakugo didn't expect this either. Bakugo expected to spend four weeks sulking on a beach by himself while his hag of a mother got pissed on Margaritas and his dad played golf or some shit. He didn't expect to meet someone that he, reluctantly at first, enjoyed the company of. He didn't expect to fall for someone. He didn't expect to lose his virginity in a damn sea cave to a mythical creature, but here he fucking is and he wouldn't change it for the world. He presses his lips into Kirishima's sodden hair. It feels like he's dreaming and he doesn't want it to end.
"It won't be goodbye." Bakugo says.
"Huh?" Kirishima asks as he pulls back to look into Bakugo's eyes. The mixture of sadness and hope in his own says he understood just fine though.
"I'll find you." Bakugo promises.
Kirishima's smile is bittersweet as he shakes his head softly. "You won't find me..."
"I found you now didn't I?"
"I found you." Kirishima protests with a frown.
"Then find me again...or tell me how to find you..." He can see another argument on Kirishima's lips but he kisses it away. "You've already shown me what you are. We have maybe twelve hours until I walk out of your life...unless you tell me everything you can to help me get back to you again."
In the hours that follow, Bakugo learns more about Mer than he knows about any other living creature. He learns of their social hierarchies and their migration patterns, he learns about their breeding seasons and their anatomy. He learns the name for every group of scales, for every type of fin.
He learns the purposes of each of the four small slits at the top of Kirishima's tail and slides his fingers into the one he'd fucked just hours before. He strokes and teases as Kirishima writhes on the cave floor, watching in something akin to awe as, from the slit beneath it, the thick muscle of penile tissue unfurls.
He watches the ecstasy play over Kirishima’s face as he swings a leg over his his hips and sinks down onto it again, riding him as the sun rises around them, their moans echoing from rough, rock walls until Kirishima pulses deep inside, filling him with thick release for the second time.
Later, he blames the bright light of the morning sun for the moisture on his cheeks, brushing it away with the back of his hand as he reluctantly admits. "You should get back to your pod and sleep...they'll be wondering where you are."
"I’ll miss you." Kirishima answers, and Bakugo wants to answer the same but the lump in his throat chokes him again as salty tears drip from his chin to land on Kirishima's chest, turning a fading scale to deep burgundy once more.
Kirishima's fingers, almost human again with how long he's been out of the water with Bakugo, reach up to run over the scale, and then with a slight hiss he digs what's left of sharp claws beneath it and peels it from his chest.
Bakugo takes it hesitantly when Kirishima holds it out to him. "Don't forget about me..." Kirishima begs.
"Idiot" Bakugo snaps but it sounds far too wet as he closes his hand around the scale and more tears cascade down his face. "How could I fucking forget you?"
There's moisture in Kirishima's eyes too, threatening to spill as he reaches up to wipe across Bakugo's cheek. "You're only human" Kirishima whispers, pressing the words against Bakugo's temple and before he's ready, Kirishima is shifting, moving him aside. "Goodbye Katsuki".
"No." Bakugo protests weakly as Kirishima slides back into the water, sparkling red disappearing from view. "Eijiro...Ei!"
*****
"Eijiro" he gasps into the streaming water of the shower. "Ei...Fuck..." His hand curls against the smooth tile of the wall and he almost fancies he can feel the single scale held there still.
He'd gathered more. Once the sun was full in the sky and the tears had stopped. He'd dived into the depths of the pool and found more of Kirishima's shed scales. He'd held them close to his chest as he made his way back to their rented beach-house, and glared his father down as he found one of his mother's empty wine bottles and taken it down to the sea's edge to fill it with sea water to keep the scales alive. To keep Eijiro alive.
"You coming to breakfast?" Jiro asks when he emerges, more composed, from the bathroom.
Bakugo glances at his watch, he's a little late already. "Nah, I'm gonna check the observation deck."
Jiro shrugs easily. "Whatever. I'll tag."
He doesn't care if she tags along, but he doesn't begrudge the company either. "Anything?" He asks as she takes the starboard side.
"Nah." she sighs, then inhales an almost silent "Wait!". Bakugo doesn't rush over, there are a thousand different marine creatures she could have spotted. "Was that a person? Where did he go?"
That catches Bakugo's attention and he darts over to tug the binoculars from her hand as he scans the coastline. "Where?"
"Ten o’ clock” she says, even as she tries to take the binoculars back. “I swear there was a guy sitting on those rocks over there but he’s gone.”
Bakugo turns just in time to catch shimmering gold sink beneath deep blue.
It’s not the colour he wants to see, it isn’t the hue of rust and rubies but he could swear he can make out the shape of an elongated caudal fin, the flowing silk of a dorsal fin painting the sea in saffron.
It’s not Kirishima, but after seven years it feels enough like hope.
It's your turn
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