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A wave of pleasantly cool air washed over him, coaxing him from his sleep to the land of wakefulness. It wasn’t cold per se, especially when one considered that the weather was exceptionally warm for this part of the year. It actually felt pleasant as it rushed over his bare skin.
Groggily he noted that yes, he was almost entirely naked, wearing only boxers. He didn’t remember shedding his shirt in which he usually slept, but that was not important. What captured his attention was rather the fact that he most definitely had not fallen asleep in the position he woke in. He was suspended in the air in a more or less seated position, his body not touching anything that could support him.
The only thing that told him that he wasn’t touched by the gravity girl was a light, but firm sensation of something coiling around him.
That realization made Bakugo’s eyes snap open.
It helped him exactly in no way, since he couldn’t see anything, not even the tip of his nose. Adrenaline made his heart beat faster, but he refused to panic just yet. He knew he could figure it all out.
“What the fuck?” he hissed, blinking to try and dispel the gray from his vision. No luck. He could hear the traffic from the outside, so he was pretty certain it was not night time yet. The apartament he co owned with a certain nerd was in a part of the town where only during the night the ongoing background noise would die down. Assuming, of course, he was still in the apartament. He tried to struggle free from his bonds, but it was no use, they didn’t even shift. They didn’t press too hard on him, just restricted his movements. He thought ‘to shit with that’ and tried to send a small explosion, hoping that if it couldn’t destroy the freaky fibers that it at least could disperse the gray shit.
That was when he realized one crucial thing he should have probably understood earlier.
There was no sweat on his body. He was nice and cool, his limbs positioned in a way that provided most freedom for the air to pass over him and keep him from sweating.The mist he inhaled through his nose in annoyance smelled just like the antiperspirant spray he often borrowed from the nerd.
No sweat meant no kaboom.
No kaboom meant he was stuck.
He growled.. Literally growled a curse so foul any respectable TV channel would have censored it and he used it during an interview.And he would have gotten an earful about PR and decency.
That was when he heard footsteps from the depths of the mist. He paused for a second, trying to get a good read on where the person was, but then jerked in the secure grip of his bonds when a hand brushed against his shoulder. It was a warm hand, hot against his cooled skin.
And, more importantly, it bore scars.
He opened his mouth to curse the damn nerd for his moronic behavior and demand being released, but at that exact moment a piece of cloth was put over his mouth and deftly tied behind his head. Outraged he growled an unintelligible curse and threw his head back, hoping to knock some sense in that wonderfully overthinking head.
Of course his captor dodged. Of fucking course.
A snicker was his only response to the muffled curses following Bakugo’s futile thrashing around. The mist screen parted somewhat in front of his face, just enough to give him a glimpse of forest green eyes and freckled cheeks, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his lips upwards. Judging by his position and the fact there were no more footsteps heard it was easy to gather that he was floating in the air, preventing Katsuki from predicting where he was.
He had no business looking so cute as he floated in the air just in front of him. If not for the tendrils of the black substance coiling around him, Bakugo would have reached out for him and crushed the deceptively small frame against his.
“Hi, Ka-chan,” at the sound of his name, Bakugo exploded.
Well, not exactly, because he was unable to produce the substance that exploded. But something within his mind exploded. Not with violence, at least not much violence, but affection and warmth. Not literal warmth, because the damn nerd was keeping him suspended in a draft.
This wasn’t the plan for his return home from a week-long assignment. No, that plan included him not being restrained and his partner not being so far from him.
The lovable idiot reached out a hand and brushed a stray strand of hair from Bakugo’s eyes, still smiling like a cat that found an opened can of tuna unattended on the tabletop. Bakugo leaned into the touch of that warm hand, but it was pulled away and the object of his affection was once again obstructed by the smoke screen. He voiced his displeasure as well as he could in his circumstances.
“You didn’t respond to my texts for the past two days.You didn’t even let me know you came back from Okinawa,” came a soft scolding next to his left ear. The warm breath tickled his skin. “I was worried, you know. I’m miffed..”
Well, damn, the nerd sounded as if he was pouting. He could almost see it, lower lip thrust forward, face twisted in a look that was almost illegally adorable. Yeah, he'd been really busy the past few days, barely having time to sleep, so that had been the first thing he had done when he came home - he had fallen asleep on his bed, his phone forgotten for days stashed somewhere in his bag. He’d planned to just close his eyes for a moment and then text Izuku, but it hadn’t happened.
Gentle fingertips brushed over his left bicep, tracing the outline of a fading bruise. It tingled, not really hurting, but uncomfortable still.
“The villain you hunted did it?” Izuku’s voice brimmed with concern and sympathy. Bakugo shrugged as much as he could. It had been his mistake that he’d allowed the villain to lay a hit and it wasn’t really worth mentioning. The villain was behind bars now, his facial hair and well groomed mustache burned off of his face by an entirely accidental shot of his exploding grenade.
A shiver ran down his spine, a most pleasant tingle at the gentle touch of Izuku’s hand caressing the tender skin around the bruise. It almost made him forget about the fact that his movements were restricted. He let the air to leave his lungs in a long exhale, his muscles relaxing under the soothing touch.
He inhaled sharply when he felt a warm breath fan over his skin and then a pair of soft lips brushed over the injury. Suddenly he couldn’t feel the coolness of the room they were in and the fact that he couldn’t see anything was just a minor issue. He quite frankly didn’t need to see to know that Izuku was hovering next to him, the points of contact between them his gentle hands and even gentler mouth.
The blasted nerd was kissing his bobo better.
And he, like a dumb idiot, wanted to tell him there were other places that needed to be kissed better. That was something well within his initial plan for coming home.
He made a discontented noise, wanting to be free and to hold the other man close to him, to kiss every freckle on his face… Actually, scratch that, he wanted to kiss all over his skin. He wanted to make sure Izuku didn’t have terrible bobos too. At the sound he made, to his displeasure, the soft kisses stopped.
“Did I hurt you?” Izuku’s voice sounded concerned and guilty.
Damn it to hell, why was he stopping? Katsuki shook his head and willed his partner to see his earnest eyes when he did so. He wanted those lips back against his skin, wisps of hair brushing against his arm as he dipped his head to drop a kiss after another. He wanted to say something, to tell the idiot he had missed him and that he wanted more than a few little kisses to his bruise, he wanted to grab him and keep him close. But he was unable to do that, thanks to the bloody black whip and shitty smoke screen,
Blast that One For All quirks, he just wanted to enjoy being back home.
Fingertips grazed up his spine all the way from his lower back to the nape of his neck. A groan left him and he relaxed under the caress. The warm hands splayed over his shoulder blades and rubbed his skin gently, massaging the stiff muscles that never seemed to loosen unless a certain someone was tending to them. For a minute or two he was left to enjoy the soothing ministries, forgetting his annoyance at being bound and blinded. It was actually very nice and refreshing to stay like this, suspended in the comfortable darkness and silence
.
Izuku’s hands slid down and around his torso, wrapping him in a tight embrace, bringing a warm chest to press against his back. Without his conscious decision his body sagged even more and let out a long, contented sigh. Izuku pressed a peck on his shoulder and then put his cheek there, releasing a sigh of his own.
It was good to be home. It was good to be held by his partner, even if he’d rather die than admit to liking cuddles. And especially cuddles where both of them lacked shirts, so he could feel his warm skin, the firm muscles underneath, the lines of scars from battles fought and won.
It was nice to let Izuku’s body heat battle the chill in the room. It was quite pleasant to be for once the one being held so securely. And it was so good to feel Izuku’s fingers draw patterns across the skin on his chest and stomach.
Those warm, gentle hands caressed his skin, traced lines across his body, leaving tingling paths. He trembled under that touch, enjoying it even more than he enjoyed exchanging punches with the man puffing warm breaths over his collarbone. It was just what he hoped for his welcome home to be. In private, with no disasters and criminals to beat senseless, in his partner’s arms, he allowed himself to just stay still and quiet for a moment. He almost forgot the ominous words of Izuku’s displeasure with him.
During missions and training he was the one in control, the one to charge forward first, assessing situations much faster than many others. Well, Deku wasn’t far behind in that regard, often taking the lead in operations he took part in, but he was more inclined to entertain teamwork than Katsuki, to follow orders.
But it was so good to let his partner take the lead, to relinquish the control he always strove to have. Under those scarred hands he relaxed and let his guard down, knowing he was not expected to be the one to act first, the one to win and save all the extras. He could close his eyes, banish the perpetual scowl from his face, stop yelling invectives.
“You are going to be punished for your misbehaving.” a dark - well, dark for the nerd - chuckle tickled his ear. “Next time you will remember to update me when you’re coming home and let me know you’re okay.”
His heartbeat sped up at those words. He decided that he wouldn’t mind letting his partner ‘punish’ him. And he supposed that the nerd had a point, he was always an anxious mess if he wasn’t sure everyone was safe.
His eyes snapped open when the other man pulled back away from him, his body heat withdrawing with him. His hands stroked around his waist before they were gone too.
The smoke cleared a little, probably because of the draft and Izuku not supplementing more. He could see what was around and he was relieved to see that he was in his room, floating above his bed. And Izuku was now in front of him, green eyes gleaming
“If you promise not to yell, I will remove the scarf,” he informed him, waving a hand at it. Then, as soon as Katsuki nodded, he reached around his head and loosened the knot. Bakugo took a deep breath, about to yell.
And paused when a kiss sealed his mouth before he could do that. For a long moment all he was able to do was to move his mouth against the affectionate, sweet caress of those lips, a warm tingling washing over him. Yes, kissing was on his ‘to do’ list for when he came home. To be honest he’d imagined himself bruising those lips with his passionate caresses, leaving his partner breathless and dizzy. Which, for the record, was still in his plans, after he got rid of their black coils holding him still.
“Our neighbor just had a baby, Ka-chan,” Izuku scolded against his lips. “If we wake the infant she will sic police on us. Behave.”
That gave him a pause. No pro wanted the police called to their home. Especially one clad only in underwear and in bonds. He could already imagine the headlines in newspapers, complete with photos. The journalist hyenas always got pictures, he never knew from where they pulled them.
“Fine.”
“Alright,” Izuku smiled that big innocent smile he was known for and went to sit on Katsuki's bed, his bound partner was deposited - still restrained - to lay next to him, their backs against the headboard.
“When do you plan to release me?” Katsukii asked sourly. His partner shifted to sit more comfortably, his shoulder leaning against Katsuki's. He patted his knee with a snicker that belonged more in a villain lair, not the bedroom of the number five pro hero of Japan.
“In due time,” he said and reached for the remote.. Bewildered, Katsuki looked at the TV on the wall opposite of his bed, the smoke screen all but gone from the room at this point. There was a paused video there, one that Izukku started again with a click of a button.
“Welcome to the in depth documentary of the rise and career of our beloved Symbol of Peace. All Might. For the next four hours we will bear witness to the interviews with various adoring fans that had been saved by the legendary hero…” intoned a monotone, droning voice speaking over a visual of a bunch of extras sitting in a big yellow chair opposite of a middle-aged queen extra who appeared to be the host of the documentary. His eyes shifted to Izuku’s pleasantly smiling face.
“You’re fucking kidding me Deku?!” he roared. He was not in the mood to sit still and endure this. What happened to Izuku cuddling and kissing him? He would have preferred kissing and cuddling./ Heck, he’d prefer going out with their idiot friends.
“Shush, baby next door,” Izuku warned, wagging a finger in front of his nose.
Bakugo almost exploded.