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"Shouto Shouto Shouto," he moans between kisses, whispering his name over and over again, want and need clear in his voice, in his face, in his body language.
He pulls Shouto close everytime he tries to move back, his arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, sneaking in under his shirt, nails scratching his back.
Shouto can feel him breaking skin, leaving marks that he knows from experience will take days, weeks, to heal.
He's always been possessive, before, and apparently still, now. Now that they're not even together anymore. Now that he has no right to feel possessive over Shouto.
Now, in this dark, dirty, cold alley behind some bar in New York, so far away from home, from where he broke Shouto's heart and stepped on it years ago.
Now, in this quiet, alcohol tinted bubble they're fucking in, where he's said nothing but his name for the last hour, nothing but a trail of soft whiny Shouto Shouto Shouto leaving his mouth as he kisses Shouto like he'll die if he stops.
It makes anger bubble up in Shouto's stomach, makes him dig his fingers in Katsuki's thighs as he slams in him again and again, hard, relentless.
Makes him want to wrap his hands around Katsuki's throat and squeeze until he's red and purple, until he can't breathe anymore, until he stops saying Shouto's name like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to say when he hasn't said it in three fucking years.
Shouto had moved away after their break up, moved all the way to another city, another country, another continent, as far away from Katsuki and that damn house — that life — they shared as he could.
And here Katsuki is, three years later, crashing back into Shouto's life with the excuse of a mission and saying his name and kissing him and scratching his back and acting possessive like none of it had ever happened.
Like he hadn't tossed Shouto aside over the stupidest thing possible.
Like he hadn't been seen with more than a dozen different men and women, so many different partners throughout these three years since their break up. Fucking his way through all of Japan like a whore.
Like he hadn't broken up with Shouto because he wanted a stable relationship, because he wanted kids, because he couldn't keep going with Shouto when he didn't know where they stood with each other.
I love you more than I've ever loved anything, Shouto had told him, that's where we stand with each other.
And he'd thrown it all away anyway to go find a stable relationship with someone who wanted kids and it's so fucking laughable because he hasn't had a single relationship that lasted more than a month in the last three years.
His quirk bleeds out of him in his anger, bleeds into his fingers digging in Katsuki's skin, and he squeezes his thighs harder than before, his hips cramping because he's been moving non-stop for almost an hour, fucking in and out of Katsuki like a man possessed, but he doesn't stop.
He doesn't stop fucking him, and he doesn't stop squeezing his thighs, and he doesn't pull his quirk back, and Katsuki still doesn't say anything but his name.
Shouto can feel himself burning his way through Katsuki's pants around his thighs, pulled down just enough for his ass to be accessible. He knows what that kind of heat feels like against somebody's skin, the way it burns and hurts, but Katsuki still doesn't tell him to stop.
So he doesn't.
He drags Katsuki with him to his place, drags him to his bed, using his phone to text his coworkers that he won't be going back to his hotel room, and keeps fucking Katsuki.
Some part of him, some less angry, still devoted to worshipping the man in his arms part of him, delights in getting to take his clothes off when they're in the privacy of his home.
He wants to touch him, wants to run his hands through his soft, spiky hair, wants to suck bruises into his collarbone and trail kisses down his sensitive sides.
Shouto pushes that part of him back, back, back, pushes it to the back of his head and throws all the memories of his lonely nights through the last three years at it.
All the lonely nights that he spent hurting, trying to put the broken pieces of his heart back together, and cursing himself out for still missing Katsuki, that Katsuki spent fucking around with a dozen one night stands and acting like they — them, him and Shouto, Shouto and him, them — had never meant a thing to him.
He doesn't touch him anywhere that he doesn't need to for fucking him.
~~~
He wakes up to someone knocking aggressively on his door.
The sunlight on his face is the second thing that registers to his sleepy brain, and his hurting hips is the third.
His headache hits him after that, and then he notices the warm body tangled with his own that he's laying on top of.
Katsuki.
He sits up abruptly, making Katsuki groan because his knee digs into his stomach, and throws the blanket away, getting off the bed quickly.
Katsuki hisses behind him, muttering something about being cold, but Shouto ignores him as he grabs his pants and hurriedly puts them on.
He runs towards his door, running through all the things he has scheduled for this week in his head to see which one of them he's forgotten about. He doesn't remember setting an alarm last night for anything, but he was drunk last night so he could've forgotten.
He opens the door to the red, angry face of his manager, as he expected because she's the only one who knows his address here.
"I am so sorry, I completely forgot to set an alarm, I'll get ready right-"
She cuts him off with a sharp Zip it and Shouto obediently stops talking, rubbing his neck sheepishly as she pushes him to the side and walks inside, her heels clicking loudly on the floor, making him wince.
"Where's he?" She demands.
"Where's who?" Shouto asks, confused. He closes the door and follows her to his living room.
She turns around swiftly, glaring at him. "Dynamight!"
"What- how do you know he's here?"
"You horny fuckin idiots- this is how, you moron!" She slaps her tablet on his bare chest, hard, and Shouto yelps, scrambling to grab onto it before it falls to the floor.
He turns it around in his hands to see the screen as she click clicks her way further into the room, stomping towards his room, yelling Katsuki's hero name.
The screen lights up as Shouto looks at it, the smartscreen recognizing his eyes, giving a soft beep as it unlocks.
It opens already on HeroF, the app for hero fans and news of spotting heroes here and there. Shouto recognizes the logo on the top of the app immediately, having grown achingly familiar with it in the last three years.
It's in a fan account for him, one of the more popular and accurate ones, open on a paused video.
Shouto taps on it, starting the video.
Katsuki's needy moans of his name are the first thing he hears, and then the dark screen lights up slightly, the camera moving to show Shouto's back, his instantly recognizable hair, and Katsuki's slightly less recognizable hair, his head resting on Shouto's shoulder as they rock back and forth against the wall, so clearly fucking.
Katsuki's head falls back, his face becoming visible, and the screen goes dark again, the person holding the camera hiding behind a wall, probably.
It's impossible to mistake his voice for anyone else. The way he says Shouto's name, that damn scratchy voice, sounding like he smokes ten packs a day.
The video is thirty minutes long.
Half an fucking hour.
They hadn't even noticed. Hadn't even...
Shouto clicks out of the account, and throws the tablet on the couch.
He follows Kara's yelling to his room, and finds her forcefully dragging Katsuki out of bed, all the while yelling at him about ruining Shouto's reputation and Where's your fucking phone you need to get me on call with you damn manager right fucking now!
Shouto grabs Katsuki's pants from the floor, pulling his phone out and unlocking it, he finds his manager's contact and holds the phone out to Kara.
She drops Katsuki, half on the bed and half on the floor, his lower body hidden in Shouto's blanket, and walks out of the room.
"Get fucking dressed! Both of you!" She yells behind her as she leaves, and less than ten seconds later Shouto hears her yelling into Katsuki's phone.
"What. The. Fuck?" Katsuki says dumbly from the floor, blinking up at the ceiling slowly.
"We've become porn stars, Bakugou. Keep up with the news," Shouto deadpans.
~~~
When they walk out of his room, dressed and cleaned up — as much as possible without a shower — they find Kara sitting on a chair in his kitchen, face timing Katsuki's manager on her tablet as they talk.
"She speaks Japanese?" Katsuki mutters.
Shouto ignores him.
He opens the fridge and pulls out some fruit, toast and cream cheese. He makes himself and Kara sandwiches and leaves the ingredients on the counter, and sits down to eat, putting one plate in front of Kara and one in front of himself.
He hears Katsuki huff.
Kara gives him the stink eye over Shouto's head, and takes a bite out of her sandwich.
Shouto takes it as a sign that she's less angry with him.
Katsuki patters around his kitchen as the two managers talk about how to handle this disaster, and then sits down next to Shouto with his own sandwich. Shouto feels him glaring the entire time.
"Petty asshole," he mumbles as he sits, and Shouto stomps on his foot under the table.
He groans. "You're not helping your case."
They eat in silence, listening to the back and forth of their managers.
"It'd be better for them if they announced they were back together!" Kara pushes. "Yeah, it's been a couple of years but they still have a lot of fans! And-"
Shouto cuts her off. "That's not happening."
"Shut up," Kara snaps at him. "This is your mess I'm trying to clean up here!"
"And I pay you to clean up my messes however I tell you to, and I'm telling you; that's not happening." He doesn't back down, and Katsuki's manager speaks up, probably — most definitely — to back Kara up, but Shouto doesn't listen. "I said no."
Kara throws her sandwich back in her plate and glares at him. "Why did this even happen? Why did you even fuck him? I thought you said you guys were over. Are you two back together now?"
"No." Shouto shakes his head.
"Sho," Katsuki calls him, and Shouto has to resist the urge to strangle him. How dare he use that nickname.
"Well, I'm gonna need that to change," Kara says, not backing down either.
"It's not going to change."
"Shouto," Katsuki calls him again, and Shouto ignores him again.
"He looks like he wants it to change." Kara motions at Katsuki with her head, raising an eyebrow at Shouto.
"He can go fuck himself."
Katsuki, halfway through saying his name again, closes his mouth with an audible click.
"You seemed very eager to do that to him yourself last night."
"I was drunk."
"Being drunk doesn't make you do things you don't wanna do."
"No but it makes you act stupid."
"Sho," Katsuki whispers, sounding heartbroken, and something in Shouto snaps.
He stands up abruptly. "You're dressed, you got all your clothes, and you had breakfast. " He grabs Katsuki's phone out of Kara's hand and throws it at his face. "And there's your phone. Now get the fuck out of my home."
"Shouto-"
"Get out. And don't ever come back. Do you hear me? Don't you ever come back. I don't want to ever see your fucking face again. I don't want to hear your voice. I don't want to be anywhere near you." He points at the door. "Get out."
Katsuki's face crumples, his lips tremble, his eyes shining, and he bites the inside of his cheek, and he doesn't fucking move.
"Shouto."
Shouto almost snaps out a What? before he realizes Kara said that, not Katsuki.
He looks at her, breathing heavily, his throat burning, and he blinks back angry tears.
"I'm gonna go to the office, deal with some of this." She stands up, grabbing her stuff. "Don't leave the house today."
She walks away. Shouto hears the front door opening, and the clicking sound of her heels stopping.
"I expect you to talk this shit out by the end of the day." And then she's gone, the door slamming closed behind her.
They're both quiet for a long moment, and then Katsuki speaks up.
"I'm sorry."
Shouto wants to jump at him, punch his face, claw his eyes out, rip his throat.
"I don't care what she said, I want you to get out."
Katsuki stands up, and Shouto takes a step back at the same time he takes a step forward, but he doesn't stop. He walks towards Shouto, and Shouto keeps backing away, feeling caged in his own home.
"Stop."
"I'm not going anywhere before we talk this out."
Shouto feels crazed, he feels insane, feels like his insides are going to fall out of him, like he's going to break in half and turn into nothing if this goes on any longer.
His back hits the wall, and Katsuki stops in front of him, and Shouto has a very vivid vision of ripping his face off with his bare hands.
He can't do this. He doesn't want to do this.
Katsuki grabs him before he can run away, and Shouto kicks him in the stomach before he knows what's happening. He freezes up, an apology halfway through his throat, and Katsuki punches his face.
They go down clawing and scratching at each other, Shouto doesn't let up on kicking his stomach, and Katsuki goes between trying to keep his leg away from himself and hitting Shouto back.
"Stop- stop it! The fuck's wrong with you?" He yells, pushing Shouto's knee away and pulling on his arm to keep him from running away.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" Shouto screams at him, scratching at Katsuki's arms, digging his nails in his skin. "You're the one who broke up with me! You're the one that decided to break off a decade long relationship! Eleven fucking years!"
Katsuki loses his hold on Shouto's knee, and Shouto kicks him again, throwing him on his back and getting on top of him. He grabs his collar and yells in his face.
"How dare you show up here now, after three years? After you told me in my face that I wasn't enough for you? After fucking every breathing thing in your orbit for the last three years?" His voice breaks, and he knows he's crying when Katsuki's own tears fall out too.
"What's wrong with me? You're what's wrong with me," he sobs as he uses his hold on Katsuki's collar to weakly shake him. "I can't get you out of my head. I can't get your touch off of my body. You crawled under my skin the day I turned seventeen and never left. And you broke up with me like all of it, us, you and me, like we were nothing!"
"We weren't nothing, we weren't nothing," Katsuki cries, his hand coming up to cup Shouto's face. "I swear, we weren't nothing. You were everything to me. You're everything to me. You think I can get you out of my head? You think I managed to get your touch off of me? You think there's been a second these years that I've stopped thinking about you?"
He reaches up with his other hand, cupping Shouto's face softly, and he pulls him down, pulls him close and presses their foreheads against each other.
"I swear princess, we were never nothing." His thumbs wipe under Shouto's eyes, wiping away his tears. "I'm sorry. God, I'm so fucking sorry, Sho."
"Liar," Shouto whispers, tired, so tired. "Liar. Liar. Liar," he keeps crying softly, and Katsuki keeps wiping his tears away, his hands never leaving Shouto's face, holding him close.
"I know I hurt you, I know it was all on me, I know I was dumb and stupid and an complete idiot. I know." He presses up, pressing soft kisses over Shouto's mouth, and his lips are wet with their tears, and they're soft, and Shouto missed him so much. "I know I fucked up, I know it might be too late for all of this now, I know."
"You told me I wasn't enough for you," Shouto repeats, feeling so stupid. Why does it still hurt so much? Why does he still care so much?
"I was wrong, I was stupid, I was dumb, I took you for granted, I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about," Katsuki rambles on, his words slurring together with how fast he's talking. "I thought I wanted kids more than I wanted you, I was wrong, Sho. I was so fucking wrong."
"Not like you've had any opportunities for having kids these last three years," Shouto mumbles, and Katsuki laughs, wet and broken and wobbly.
"They weren't you, all those people I tried dating and fucking; they weren't you. And I wanted kids with you. I wanted a kid with your pretty ass eyes, and your fucking princess hair, and your dumbass personality. I wanted to raise a kid with you. And more than all of that, I only thought I could do it with you."
"I still don't want to have kids."
"I don't care, I don't fucking care," Katsuki says, so damn earnestly, and Shouto wants to melt against his chest. "You don't want kids? I don't care. I only want you. I've only ever wanted you. I'll only ever want you."
This time, Katsuki drags him to the bed, and takes his clothes off, and he kisses Shouto all over, touches every inch of skin that he can reach.
He lays Shouto on his stomach and kisses the scratch marks on his back, the ones he left last night, the ones that made Shouto feel so angry, and Shouto melts under him.
"Shouto Shouto Shouto," he whispers softly as he trails kisses over his back, rubbing his sides with gentle hands, his voice soothing, calming.
"Let me see you," Shouto asks quietly, and Katsuki turns him around without complaint, staring down at him with red rimmed, soft eyes.
Shouto reaches up towards his face, cupping his cheeks in the palm of his hands. "Stay."
Katsuki smiles. "Anything you want princess."
"Stay," Shouto repeats, his voice cracking as tears well up in his eyes again.
"I will, Shouto. I promise, I'll stay. I'll stay forever if you want."
"Forever-" Shouto's breathing hitches, and he pulls Katsuki's face closer. "Forever sounds nice."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, Katsuki," he says, his voice wobbling on Katsuki's name, and Katsuki kisses him.
"Then I'll stay forever."
Katsuki doesn't need Shouto's help with taking his clothes off this time, and soon they're both naked, bare skin against bare skin, and Shouto doesn't know how he lived three years without this.
Without him.
"Katsuki," he says his name again, calling him for the first time in three years, his chest feeling tight with so many emotions, "Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki."
Katsuki kisses him for each whisper of his name, his lips stretching up, his smile big and bright.
"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here."
"Katsuki."
"What, my heart? What do you want?" Katsuki rubs his hips, rubs his side, his chest, reaches up to cup his face and smile down at him.
"You," Shouto breathes out softly, "I want you."
"Okay." Katsuki nods. "Okay."
It's nothing like last night when Shouto enters him this time; the slide in easy, Katsuki's eyes on him as he sinks down on his cock, his warmth, his warmth. He's so warm, he's so soft, he's everything Shouto has ever wanted.
He sinks down and Shouto reaches up, hands seeking his, and Katsuki moans as he brings his own hands up to tangle their fingers together, holding tightly onto him as he rocks up and down slowly.
"You're beautiful," Shouto tells him, breathless, and Katsuki moans his name so beautifully. "I missed you."
"I missed you," Katsuki echoes back, his voice a whisper, breathy and sweet, "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you."
"Stay," Shouto asks again, something in his stomach tight with worry that he won't, that he'll leave. He squeezes Katsuki's hands in his. Worse than that; he worries that maybe he's not even real, maybe he's not even really here.
"I promise," he says again, squeezing Shouto's hands back.
Shouto thrusts up into him, and Katsuki's wanting moan makes his doubts lessen, and he wants to kiss him, kiss him and lick inside his mouth and hold him close and never let him go again.
"Move in with me," he says.
Katsuki shakes on top of him, losing his balance for a moment. "Here?"
"Yes."
Katsuki looks down at him, his eyes shining, still red rimmed and puffy, and Shouto squeezes his hands again.
"Move in with me," he says again, not pushing, just... he just needs to say it, needs to know what Katsuki will say.
Needs to know if he needs to pack his entire life in a suitcase again and move to the other side of the planet.
"Okay," Katsuki says, quiet but firm, sure.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He smiles, and Shouto pulls himself up to wrap his arms around his waist and hold him close and kiss him.
It's not something he's thought about before, but now, with the possibility of it in front of him, Shouto realizes he doesn't want to go back to Japan.
Can't. He can't even think about it.
His skin crawls when he thinks about going back, back to where Katsuki left him, broke him. Back to where everything is. Back to... god, all the people Katsuki has been with in the last couple of years.
Shouto can't breathe properly when he thinks about going back to Japan, knowing Katsuki has even dated some of their old classmates in the last three years.
He can't do that.
And he doesn't have to.
He turns them around and pushes Katsuki on his back, laying him on the bed and spreading his legs and pushing in close to him.
Katsuki wraps his legs around him, and they both moan with the next thrust.
Shouto leans down to kiss him, bracing his arms on the bed around Katsuki's head, and he fucks him slow, gentle, worlds different than how he did last night.
He fucks him with love, and holds him close, and lets himself touch the man in his arms, and Katsuki touches him in return, and their lips don't part until Shouto fills him up.
And this time he reaches a hand down between them, and jerks Katsuki off; watches his blessed out expression as he comes for the first time since last night, since he wiggled over to Shouto at the bar after they'd finished their mission and whispered in his ear Wanna fuck me? with a grin and Shouto was drunk enough to take him up on it.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," he babbles as be comes, and Shouto kisses his jaw, licks a line down to his collarbone, and sucks a bruise there.
They collapse together afterwards, cuddling close. Shouto presses his face against Katsuki's chest, and Katsuki wraps him in his arms, holds him close and kisses his hair, his forehead, his temple.
"We should shower," he says after a while.
"I wanna fuck you again," Shouto mumbles in his chest. "Just need a minute. Or two."
"Or ten," Katsuki offers, amusement dancing in his voice.
"Or ten," Shouto agrees.
"Okay." He starts patting Shouto's hair, running his fingers through his sweaty strands.
"When are you moving in?" Shouto asks after a moment, and Katsuki stills under him.
"Don't know."
"Soon, right?" Shouto lifts his head up to look at him.
"Probably." Katsuki nods. "I gotta go back and pack my stuff, and sell the house, and say goodbye to everyone, and do all the paperwork for transferring my agency here, and deal with all the sidekicks, help them find new agencies and shit."
Shouto hums as he talks, and Katsuki looks at him when he's done, lifting an eyebrow.
"Your lazy ass isn't coming to help with any of that, is it?"
Shouto smiles at him. "Nope."
"Figured. Fucking princess."
"You can take Kara with you."
He snorts. "Yeah sure."
"I'm serious, she has a strength quirk, she'll be great help."
"Seriously? She didn't look it."
"She doesn't work out. Says it's pointless."
"Huh."
Shouto draws lines and circles on Katsuki's chest, and Katsuki's red eyes follow his finger as it slowly moves up to his collarbone, drawing a heart around the bruise he left there.
"Katsuki?"
"Hmm?"
"You'll come back, right?"
"Course I will."
"And you'll stay?"
"I already told you, princess; I'll stay forever."
And they lived happily ever after♡