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"Hey, King! Brought you a present!” The man with shark teeth smiled as he pulled Izuku to a kneel in front of the King's throne. Well, ‘throne’ was debatable. A haphazard seat of metal and crates bolted together and spray-painted with an orange ‘X’ over black hardly qualified. It didn't look remotely comfortable. Or welcoming in any way. Izuku kept his gaze up, even though he wasn't sure he was supposed to.
Izuku met two burning coals for eyes in the dim light of the room, and Izuku couldn't manage to look away. The King sat like he feared nothing and had something to prove all at once, foot propped up on one of the armrests and legs splayed open wide just daring someone to try and take a swing at his family jewels. He lounged back, chewing on something. He threw whatever it was aside. Leaned forward, sizing up Izuku with a slow, sinister grin spreading across his face.
Izuku's legs began to shake as the cold metal dug into his knees and yet he still couldn't look away. He smelled a putrid burning smoke and felt the hot hand of the King grab his chin as he looked him over, turning his face from side to side.
"Where'd you find him?" the King asked.
Shark teeth perked up, "He was a prisoner of the Liberation Army. If they kept him alive he's probably useful. Looked like they'd been rough on him."
"Interesting," the King said, glancing back to Izuku. Who still hadn't looked away. "Well, I know you've got balls. Looking me in the fucking eye like you're gonna fight me, all tied up. Ha! What's your name?"
Izuku froze, trying to decide if a fake name was best. A boot slammed down next to his left leg.
"I said," the King came within an inch of Izuku's face, pulling Izuku's attention back, "What's your name, you little fuck?"
"Izuku."
The King frowned, pulling back, "Well it's fucking Deku now ‘cause you're a useless slave under my boot. I'll feed you and give you a place to sleep. If you try to pull any shit on me, I'll throw you out the airlock myself. If you threaten my crew, I'll do worse."
Izuku believed him. Could feel the intensity of the words in the splatters of spit hitting his face as the King gave out his orders in a near yell.
"And...uh...who-who are you?"
The King paused, sizing Izuku up again before the sinister grin reappeared on the King's face, "I'm Bakugou Katsuki, leader of the space pirate band The Bombers. I'm the Bombing King to my friends. And King Explosion Murder to my enemies. I'm sure you've heard of me."
"I really haven't..." Izuku word-vomited out before he could stop himself.
The smirk fell off the King's face and he growled, "You making fun of me, dipshit?"
"NO! No! I'm just? It's a big universe, you know? And you're kind of intimidating, I guess? I just. I'm a nervous talker. Mister uh...what was it again?" Izuku frantically muttered.
"Bombing King," the King said, gritting his teeth.
"Yeah, so. That. That's a great name. Bombing King."
"You saying King Explosion Murder isn't?" the King said with a growl that shook Izuku's bones. The King's hands were smoking, and Izuku didn't want to find out why.
"No, I just! I um! Sir, King. I'm not a threat! Please don't throw me out the airlock!" Izuku said, finally looking down, away from the King's bright red gaze.
"I won't," the King said, moving forward so that all Izuku could see was his boots, "As long as you fucking behave. If I say jump, you jump, ya snarky little fucker."
"I will," Izuku squeaked.
The King moved away and said, "Kirishima, clean him up and bring him to my room."
Shark tooth smiled as Izuku looked up in a pale haze of shock, and the King, well - his grin looked like he was going to eat Izuku alive.
Izuku really, really hoped he wasn't.
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Izuku was given some clothes that were a little too small. He had to loop an elastic band in the pants button to get them to close. But they were clean, and didn't stink of the space transport cell he'd been in for over a week. He tucked into the food which... wasn't the best, honestly. Typical synthetic space rations. Didn't get much better out in the open sky. And he'd been hungry enough that it almost tasted real.
"You finished up, 'Zuku?" Kirishima said, his attempt at a friendly smile still giving Izuku the chills. Because shark teeth. But it was also fascinating to look at.
"Isn't it supposed to be Deku now?" Izuku asked dully.
"Pft, nah, I'm gonna keep calling you your name. Bakugou can be a bit of a dick sometimes," Kirishima said, "I'm his second in command, so I can do whatever. Bakugou's almost all bark and no - well, a little bite. But he doesn't scare me."
"Right. I got that impression when he told me his name was King Explosion Murder," Izuku said with a weary look.
"Strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies! Pretty manly, isn't it?" Kirishima asked with a grin.
"Something like that," Izuku said.
"Come on, 'Zuku. I'll show you to his room," Kirishima said.
"What should I be doing there?" Izuku gulped. What would the pirate captain have in store?
Kirishima shrugged, "Whatever he wants."
All right. Kirishima was not a great source for intel, apparently. Or any information gathering at all. He seemed naturally vague. In the new surroundings, it was fairly confusing. Still much better than the Liberation Army. So far. Just confusing.
Kirishima stopped suddenly in front of a door, entered the access code, and scanned himself in on the palm reader. Fancy. The door opened to a disgustingly huge room for a spaceship. It fit a queen bed, and was that a...a bathtub? Who had bathtubs in space? No one. No one but guys who named themselves King Explosion Murder.
Izuku didn't have a chance to look at anything else because the aforementioned King looked up and sneered, "Took you fucking long enough. What'd you do, braid his hair?"
"Nah we were just talking in the kitchen," Kirishima said, unphased.
The Bombing King had been draped across his bed reading. Or maybe writing. He had a pen in his hand. Izuku's attention snapped to his eyes when he spoke again, "How fucking cute. Leave him and get outta here."
"You got it, King! See you later, 'Zuku!" Kirishima said, leaving the two alone. The King hopped off the bed and dragged Izuku along by the rope remaining around his neck. They were headed for the bed. Izuku wanted to just...run. Maybe fight and scream. But where would he even go? They were in space.
The King threw Izuku towards the bed, climbed on top of him, and Izuku paled as the King pulled out a plasma knife.
"Wha-what're you-?!" Izuku sputtered as the glow of the knife came far too close.
"Don't move or I'll cut you," The King said, staring down at him. He adeptly cut the prisoner's collar off Izuku's neck and cast it aside. "The Liberation Fuckers are animals. Can't believe they had you tied up like that in a fucking cell."
"Yeah...yeah they uh...yup," Izuku said, trembling as the King crawled back off him.
"Why are you acting so fucking weird?"
"No...uh...reason," Izuku said trembling as he let out a hysterical laugh, "Just trying to figure out if I'm safer here than I was there..."
"I'm fucking LEAGUES better than Liberation shit stains of the universe," the King said with a vicious growl, looking offended, "If you wanna keep breathing my God damned air, you’ll shut your fucking mouth!"
"No...that's not...I appreciate the food and clothes, I just...thought you were gonna...use the knife on me for...other things," Izuku grimaced. Curiosity struck the King, and he waited several moments for Izuku to continue. "I-I mean you threw me on the bed, s-so I assumed-"
The King snarled. That was an insult to his character. Izuku could tell by the outrage that colored his face.
"You fucking thought I was going to rape you? Or slice you up for fun? What kind of monster d’you think I am, hah Deku? I've got fucking standards," the King said, breathing down Izuku's neck the entire time.
Somehow the look on Izuku's face made the tension ratcheting up between them worse. A strange wash of relief mixed with a wounded, sheepish smile settled on Izuku's face. He stuttered, "That's - ah, that's good. I think?"
"You think?" the King sneered, close enough for Izuku to feel the hot angry words on his face.
"Yeah! I mean, it's good that you don't want to hurt me! It was just, also like, a bit of a disparaging remark, you know?" Izuku said with a weak shrug. As if realizing what he'd just said, he threw his hands over his mouth and looked up with a look entirely too wide-eyed and trustful. "Sorry, I guess that's a bit silly considering my situation. It really doesn't matter if I meet your standards or not."
"You're a fucking joke, 's what you are. I meant moral standards, you absolute fucking moron," the King said, throwing Izuku back onto the bed by the collar of his shirt. The king pushed away and paced the room, "Maybe I should trade you off at the next port. Dunno if I can handle your bullshit."
Izuku's reaction again went against the King's expectations. The line was meant as a threat: that Izuku would wind up as a portside slave and likely be in worse conditions than this. Not that Izuku knew that. Yet. Izuku sat chewing on his thumb, analyzing his odds here versus being a slave sold off at the port. And anyone who knew anything about the dark underworld slave trade knew better than to wander ports or citadels at night carelessly. Just who was this ignorant fucker?
The king grinned, decidedly because he wanted nothing more than to shake the ground Izuku stood on. The ground which still held sturdy. Even after being a Liberation Army captive, captured by vicious pirates, and talking back to Katsuki Bakugou - the guy still wasn't phased? The little Deku needed to be shaken a bit, just so the King knew he wouldn't cause any trouble on his ship. All the King needed was to dig his heel into the weak point. Deku himself had brought it up. Feelings about his supposed rejected appearance. Easy.
The King stopped pacing, took Izuku by the chin, and demanded his gaze, "Just so we're on the same fucking page," the King said in a voice molten and dripping with self-satisfaction, "I'm not against fucking you. Cute little twink? Just my type. But if you ain't gagging for it? Begging me to fuck you up? Not worth my time."
Izuku's eyes widened, pupils dilating. Lips parted in a quiet gasp. Blush rising to color his pretty cheeks. Fuck. The King released his grip on Izuku's chin roughly, grabbing a rag from the closet next to him and threw it into Izuku's face.
"I want you to clean this place up," the King said, forcing down his arousal from the surprisingly wanton look he'd been assaulted by. "I've got other shit to do."
Izuku stood up, startled, "I can do that."
The King set himself back up in bed with his notebook after pointing out some cleaning supplies in the storage unit of the room. Izuku kept glancing up at the King. Deliberating as he scrubbed the furniture that already looked clean. Izuku had been sizing up the King's willingness to bend to Izuku if he was seductive. The trick had won him extra food and water as a prisoner. Enough to stay strong and be here today.
But the King had shown a different moral compass than expected of a pirate. Apparently, he wouldn't take advantage of Izuku and leave an opening. Izuku would have to play it harder if he wanted to use that tactic. Best not to. The King was difficult to read. Perhaps if he knew a bit more about him...
All the pent-up nerves and overthinking led Izuku to chatter, "So you hate the Liberation army a lot, huh? Me too. They're pretty awful. For a slave, it's been pretty nice here so far. But I think you could do with adjusting your image, you know? Maybe King Explosion Murder isn't your best foot to put forward. Bombing King still sounds cool. Why don't you just go by that? Do you have something to prove?"
Izuku could hear the King grind his teeth. Maybe that had been a bit...much.
"For being a nervous little fuck you sure got brave fast," the King said without looking up. For all that he looked - well, rather pissed, to be honest - the King was dedicated to whatever he was doing.
"Nervous talker," Izuku corrected.
"So tell me something useful. Or shut the fuck up," the King said, "I can't think while you're over there jabbering."
"Useful," Izuku repeated as he started scrubbing at the clean appearing floors. He scrubbed on his hands and knees, finding the repetitive motions soothing.
"Did I fucking stutter? Mimicking me is the opposite of useful, so shut your damn mouth if you don't want my boot in it!" the King roared, notebook slammed down on the bed as his hands were at his side in a clawing position, palms up, smoking as much as they had at the throne when they'd met.
"Yeah that wouldn't taste good," Izuku whispered with wide eyes. The smoking stopped and the King's lips twitched at the side like he was trying not to grin.
"No shit, Deku," the King said, flopping with an irritated huff back to his work, whatever it was. The room was silent for the next fifteen minutes or so, with the exception of scrubbing and the over-exuberant scratching of a pen on paper.
"You waste a lot of energy when you lose control of your quirk like that. If you had a way to store that potential energy up, like in a glove, or something else that can contain the combustible material - and this is all hypothetical based on the names, Bombing King and King Explosion Murder that your quirk is fire or explosive based - then you could make the process more efficient. Bigger, better explosion, and all that, for no obvious cost. And I'd have to theorize that if it was the right chemical makeup you could potentially even use it in space, with the proper equipment, to propel yourself around. Might be less effective than normal jet packs though. The range of motion would be so much more fluid with it being an extension of your own body thou-" Izuku muttered in the King's direction, but cut himself off as soon as he noticed the red hot stare on his person.
It looked a lot like the stares that had sized him up initially. Vividly attentive and dissecting, picking apart the pieces of the person and quietly obsessing - all packing into one, contemptuous stare.
"You uh, said to say something useful," Izuku reminded him. "If I was gonna talk."
The King grinned, put down his work.
"Why exactly," the King said as he slid to the edge of his bed, positioning himself above Izuku's line of sight from the floor, "Did the Liberation army keep you as a prisoner? I never got around ta asking."
"Oh - uh...I guess I...know some things," Izuku said carefully. When the King's grin became feral, Izuku knew he'd chosen his words poorly. Izuku's frown grew determined. "But I won't tell you either. So don't ask."
"Is that fucking right?" the King said slowly.
"Yes," Izuku answered. Firm. Green eyes shining.
"And what if that's a reason for me to blow your fucking face off?" the King asked, words a growl of aggression amidst his relaxed posture.
"I'd prefer you didn't. But there's nothing you can do to me that would make me tell you," Izuku said, the very picture of self-destructive determination.
"You sure about that tough stuff?" the King said as he laid his palms open on his knees and Izuku could feel the heat blasting off the crackles of explosions on his palms. The King grinned something awful, "I can make it a fuckton hotter than that if you wanna keep being a pain in my ass."
The threat didn't have the desired effect. Bakugou wasn't even really sure the green-haired, shiny-eyed Deku in front of him had heard it.
"That's amazing," Izuku said with a gasp of awe and delight. "Does it hurt? What kind of fuel does your body give off? It could be a vapor, but then how do you keep it in your palms?"
Izuku, throwing all boundaries and precautions out the window, kept muttering as he grabbed the King's hands to examine them, see if he could discern answers to some of his questions, "No, no. It's got to be a liquid secretion. There's no way for you to keep the vapor in. Liquid is probably able to achieve less distance but has more potential for power. And the smell is a bit of a putrid sweetness, so I wonder if it's based in the glycerine family-"
"Deku."
Izuku looked up. Dropped the King’s hands swiftly at the boiling rage he saw before him. It wasn't a huge change from the normal demeanor Izuku had observed so far, but it was...more intense. Fire eyes, clenched teeth, exposed gums, smoking hands.
"Um. Yeah, King?"
The king let some of his blustering rage flitter out with a few deep breaths. Because space ship fires were so, so devastatingly bad. At least on Bakugou's own ship.
"I'm gonna give you three seconds to tell me what it is the Liberation Army wanted to know from you before I drag you down to the airlock."
Izuku opened his mouth to once again throw his life away for his cause, but the King surprised him.
"Not the secret you're keeping. I want to know the question they were asking. What the info you know is about, so I know I can keep my crew safe from whatever it is you're hiding. I'm better than those pricks. I deserve an answer," the King said in a tenacious growl. "One."
"I still don't think I should say-"
"Two."
"I can't - please let's just-"
"THREE!" the King let the last out as a yell, standing up and dragging Izuku out the door by his neck.
"No, wait! Please, you can't. If you kill me it'll be a huge hit to the Rebel Hero faction!" Izuku said, shaking, trying to play to any of the King's sympathies so that he didn't have to show the royal flush he had hiding in his hand. He could still die, even if he showed his hand - because the King seemed to be potentially just as strong as Izuku himself. And he'd have to take down the whole crew to be truly safe this deep in space. He didn’t want to do that.
"Then you better fucking fess up," the King said with a vicious grin, still dragging Izuku by the back of his hair. "I'm at the top of the most wanted list for a reason, you fucker."
The king punched open the combination for the airlock, did all the button pressing as Izuku struggled and tried to convince the King to let him stay inside.
"I could, I could give you intel on the Liberation Army. I've been their prisoner for weeks. I have a bunch of things I was going to bring back to the RHF - I could give you that instead. Or I could design the quirk gloves I was talking about so you could be even stronger. I've got the professional background, I could make them for you-"
"Not what I asked for," the King said stubbornly.
Izuku started to cry as the King dropped him into the airlock, past the safety door but with the external door still closed. The King seemed unphased by the tears.
"I'll do whatever you want, just not that, please!"
"You're a strong-willed little fucker aren't you? I bet you were just waiting for me to let my guard down so you could slit my throat and make your getaway," the King said, something savage in his grin that made Izuku think that it was a challenge he was being dared to try. Fight me, it said. Do your worst. I dare you. "But now you're just gonna die, Deku."
"I'd never try to slit your throat. That's awful. I just want to help people. I just want this war to be over, and I'm so close to ending it," Izuku said through his tears, determination back at the Bombing King's invitation to fight. Fight for his life.
Izuku's mind was whirring. He could use his strength to jam the airlock door. Even if it opened partially he could use it to buy some more time and burst through the other door. He didn't really want to take down the whole crew - and he wasn't sure he could fly this ship, but if it meant that he could help his cause then he'd have to -
The internal door of the airlock slammed shut, and Izuku realized he'd run out of time. He could jam the door and try to defeat the entirety of the crew, or he could take his chances and tell the devious Bombing King a glimpse of what he knew.
"Been nice knowing you, Deku," the King said over the com.
"I know how to kill All Might!" Deku yelled at the top of his lungs, certain the com was still open because he could hear the faint static between the rushing of blood in his ears. "And if you kill me he'll die for sure!"
That wasn't entirely accurate. All Might would be at a severe disadvantage, but he wouldn't die. And the King didn't have to know. All Might had been missing for months. Izuku knew why. Knew where he was. What he was hiding.
"I know where he is. I know how to help him," Izuku said, voice shaking. If the King opened the external airlock door he'd have to be lightning-fast to jam it back shut before he got sucked out into space. He sat on pins and needles waiting to hear the sound of the door behind him opening or the sight of the door in front of him opening first.
The door in front of him opened, and he choked a sob of relief.
"Now that," the King said walking toward Izuku and offering him a hand up, "Is a fucking good reason to keep you alive."
Izuku took his hand, letting himself be pulled up into the warm smirk of his captor as he shook.
"Now you just gotta prove to me you ain't lyin'," the King said, keeping hold of Izuku's wrist as he pulled Izuku back to the room.
"Wha-what do you mean? Why would I - why would I lie?" Izuku said, hiccuping in distress.
"To save your life, Deku. Obviously," the King said. "Keep up."
"I could have done that before you threw me in there you know!"
"Good point," the King said as he palm scanned himself into his room. "Now sit the fuck down."
Izuku sat on the edge of the bed, still shaking from his adrenaline coming down. He looked up at the King, took in that deep, sharp, contemplative look again. Izuku couldn't look away. The door closed.
"Show me your mark," the King said sharply.
"My...my...what?" Izuku felt the nausea rise up. How did a pirate know about those?
The King leaned in, pointing to Izuku's left pectoral, "Show me."
Izuku felt a puzzle piece fall into place. Apparently, the King had figured it out before Izuku. Which was a feat, considering Izuku's intelligence was highly sought after. But Izuku knew now there was more to this King. He'd poked the exact place Izuku had been marked by the Rebel Hero faction. The newest part of the mark was so fresh that it was still sore.
Izuku pulled up his shirt, and on his chest right above his heart was a small white dove with an olive branch. The king grabbed a device on the bedside table and tapped the tattoo with it, and the tattoo transformed into a plus sign.
The King lifted his shirt too, showed his dove tattoo, and tapped it with the device to transform it. Both images changed back as soon as they were out of contact with the nanotechnology device, and their shirts fell down.
"I stand for life against death," the King said.
"I stand for peace against war," Izuku finished.
"Plus ultra!" They said in unison.
The King flopped on his bed next to Izuku, face down and arms out, "I wasn't actually gonna kill ya."
"I wasn't actually going to let you," Izuku said back. The King looked up at Izuku with a grin.
"You've got fucking balls of steel. Most of the time when I try to get intel that way people are shitting themselves and begging. I mean, you begged a little. But fuck. You're something else, Deku," The King said with a smirk. "I didn't expect you to be one of the top tier of the Rebel Heros. You're lucky my crew stumbled upon that Liberation ship and fucked 'em up."
"I am lucky. And really, really glad. I don't know how many more times I could deal with them shattering my arms and legs then healing them so they could do it all over again," Izuku said with a shiver, laying back next to the King, "And not feeding me. That was getting rough. I was hatching an escape plan tomorrow when they got closer to stationside, but I'm sure it would have been really difficult with how weak I was getting. But then my hero, the King of the space pirates, crashed their evil party."
"Stop with the King bullshit. You've been promoted from slave to crewmate. Call me Bakugou," Bakugou said, glaring from over his arm. "How the fuck were you gonna escape alone? You got some bomb ass quirk or somethin'?"
The sound of his gritty voice was muffled by his arms, which he'd pulled up to cradle his face. Like this, he didn't look like someone who'd almost thrown Izuku out of an airlock. Less than ten minutes ago.
"I wasn't born with a quirk," Izuku said carefully, watching for Bakugou's reaction.
"Bullshit," Bakugou barked, "You're telling me you're in the one percent that hasn't mutated from the integration of alien DNA?"
"You can take an x-ray of my foot in the med bay if you don't believe me," Izuku said. "The toe joint is the pre-mutated form."
"So if you ain't got a quirk, how would you get away from dozens of Liberation army grunts and uppers? Hah?"
"I've got other skills," Izuku said with a shrug, not meeting Bakugou's eyes.
"You really brave enough to keep more secrets from me, Deku?" Bakugou growled, lifting his head up to glare menacingly at the head right next to his.
"Yup. You said you weren't gonna kill me. Now I know better," Izuku said with a little laugh.
Bakugou considered this. Stared at Izuku long and hard.
"I could get you to tell me in other ways," Bakugou said in a husky voice. "Bribe you."
Izuku, who'd been staring at the low ceiling turned toward Bakugou and met the ember eyes he'd first seen earlier today. He blushed.
"Yeah?" Izuku gulped at the look. Couldn't look away. "I don't think that'd work either. I'm really dedicated to keeping All Might safe and I-"
"I've got strawberries," Bakugou said, voice dripping with sin.
Izuku's eyes widened as he audibly gasped. Well, fuck - real, honest to goodness food, on a spaceship? He hadn't had strawberries in years - they were hard to find in spaceports. They attracted some nasty pests and merchants weren't willing to stock them. Synthetic fruit made from carbohydrate paste just wasn't the same.
"I grew them myself," Bakugou smirked, bordering on seduction as he propped himself up on his elbow to look down at Izuku. "They're still on the vine. Perfectly ripe."
"Holy moly," Izuku said in a gasp, eyes wider, "That's...really risky."
Bakugou's grin faltered.
"Have you ever really seen nargles? They're like, impossible to get rid of. Huge teeth. They'd chew holes in your ship. You could die!" Izuku said sitting up straight, apparently still hopped up on adrenaline.
Bakugou flopped back onto the bed, "Do you want the fucking strawberries or not?"
"I..." Izuku paused. "I could offer a few bits of information...for some strawberries."
"One question per berry. Whatever I want, including follow-up details. If you don't answer, you don't get it," Bakugou said, making his terms clear.
"Yeah. Okay. That's fair."
Bakugou muttered as he left the room to get access to the sealed-away strawberry plant from the ship's garden, "Willing to die to keep secrets but won over by berries. Idiot."
It was a bit of a waste of resources - mostly water - but it provided oxygen to the ship and that was a cost saver. Under the humming UV lights, Bakugou picked the only handful of ripe berries from the vine. He decided at the last minute to take a few other things and use them as secret weapons when Deku held out. Bakugou knew he would.
Meanwhile, Izuku waited in Bakugou's room, taking a good look around. Most of the things he could investigate in the minute or two Bakugou was gone were locked - in spite of the room being locked. It spoke to Bakugou's secret identity in the Rebel Hero faction. But the workbook Bakugou had been writing in was flipped down on the bed still, right in Izuku's reach.
He grabbed it, flipped through the pages, and said to himself, "Oh my God. This is..."
He heard the door open and scrambled to put the workbook back. Bakugou didn't seem to notice, and he sat back down next to Izuku on the bed. It was really the only place to sit in the room.
Bakugou handed Izuku a berry, "Here. For pretending to try an’ kill you earlier."
Izuku looked like Bakugou had just given him everything he'd ever wanted for Christmas. Izuku also looked like he was going to cry. He bit into the berry and the moan that came out of Izuku's mouth would haunt Bakugou's thoughts tonight. In the best way.
"They're better than I remember," Izuku said, actually tearing up.
"Cause I grew 'em," Bakugou said confidently.
"You're insane, risking nargles" Izuku said, "But it's so good."
"If you want another you gotta tell me who you are and what you were doing before you got captured," Bakugou said, waving another strawberry in front of Izuku.
"My name's Izuku Midoriya. I'm from the Bastion station, and I've been working as a teacher and consultant at the Universe Academy for the past few years. I teach quirk theory and genetics, along with being a professional quirk consultant for the academy."
"That fits...really fucking well, I guess. That why you were rambling about my quirk earlier? Cause you're a big nerd?" Bakugou asked, holding out the strawberry.
"I think quirks are amazing," Izuku said, stopping to savor the strawberry with another potent groan. "I was obsessed when I was young since I didn't have one. I turned it into a profession."
"Well I look forward to using your nerd powers to make my crew stronger," Bakugou said with a frown. Serious. He wanted Izuku to deck them all out?
"Really? You'd let me do that?" Izuku said with a bright grin that split his face.
For a moment, Bakugou was stunned. He thought he'd seen this guy's smile, here and there, in between little quips in conversation. Nope. His smile was bright as a blinding supernova, with just as much gravitational force following it. Bakugou's chest was fluttering in a way he couldn't remember happening to him before. He felt drawn in by that gravity, feeling himself leaning closer to Izuku without conscious thought.
"You're doing it. Starting tomorrow," Bakugou said.
Izuku bounced a little on the mattress, pure excitement flowing out of him, "And you'll tell me all about your quirk then?"
Bakugou nodded. Izuku squealed, bringing his hands up to his face to try and hold it in as he said, "Sorry, sorry - I just...I love this stuff."
"I can fucking see that," Bakugou said, looking at Izuku in a new light. Not for the first time today. Bakugou got the distinct impression that this man was something special, just as he had suspected when Izuku had first met his eyes and kept them locked on Bakugou without faltering.
The same way he’s doing now.
"And when did you get into the top tier of the Hero faction? There's only ten of us. Who'd you replace?" Bakugou said, looking Izuku in the eyes as the color drained from the man’s face.
"That's uh...that's a bit tied up in what I can't tell you. But I replaced All Might," Izuku said, nervously looking at Bakugou.
Bakugou dangled the strawberry, "Answer it, nerd. Or I'll eat it. There were only five. Three left. Two, if you fuck this up."
Midoriya put on the stubborn frown that made Bakugou want to push him down onto the bed and submit. Oh. Where had that little visual come from? Bakugou licked his lips. He had to stay focused.
"It's not that simple," Midoriya said, running his hand along his chin, deep in thought. "I can't just tell you everything I know. I don't know if I can trust you."
Bakugou dropped the strawberry back into the cloth sack he'd brought them in, leaned forward into Izuku's space, poking him in the chest, "I'm top tier! The fuck you mean by that?"
"That one of your questions for the strawberry? Because I'm not telling you otherwise. I probably shouldn't tell you anyway, to be honest," Izuku said, crossing his arms and shoving Bakugou's hand away. "But maybe you can help."
Bakugou stared fiercely at Izuku. Nothing about today was going as planned. Including trying to bribe this little green twit with strawberries.
"Fine," Bakugou said, whipping the strawberry into Izuku's lap, "Tell me. Now."
Izuku ate the strawberry first because...why wouldn't he? The perfect, juicy bite made him groan again. He refocused, looked up at Bakugou with a furrowed expression, and said, "There's a traitor in the top tier."
"What?" Bakugou hissed. There couldn't be. It took years to earn the trust to get into the top tier. Years. It had taken him six years, and that was on the low end. And when his mentor had died on a mission, Bakugou took his place.
"I'm not the fucking traitor. Tell me what the fuck's going on. I've been out of the loop on-mission in deep space until a week ago when we got back. Haven't heard shit since then," Bakugou said, palms smoking.
Izuku eyed Bakugou's hands for a moment, "Tell me your code name. I don't even know who you are."
"Ground Zero," Bakugou said, and Izuku gaped.
"I've worked with you. On the Delta Beta Seven mission! I'm Daruma!" Izuku said with that bright grin.
"Daruma," Bakugou said, thinking back to a few months ago. That's right. Named after the lucky charm doll that would get back up when it was knocked down. Fitting. "Think I like Deku better. Did your scrawny ass carry me outta there when I passed out? I woke up alone. Always wondered."
"Yeah! I went back for you. I couldn't leave you to die!"
"Thanks, I guess,” Bakugou said. He'd buried his face in his arms again. Speaking so quietly Izuku could barely hear the words. But the gratitude felt loud.
Izuku's heart filled with pride because, wow. How often did this happen? The Rebel Hero faction was spread so thin that they rarely met up. Most communication was via conference call, and often mission support was provided remotely. But in this case, on that mission - they'd been back to back fighting off the Liberation army. And -
"You have a quirk, you lying piece of shit," Bakugou growled.
Izuku moved away so suddenly that he fell off the bed with a wailing thump. Leaving Bakugou once again staring down at him.
Izuku gulped, "I'd say something like 'let me explain!' but I really can't."
"What else have you been lying about, HAH? What if you're the fucking traitor?"
Izuku burst out laughing, "Why would I tell you there was a traitor if I'm the traitor? That makes no sense!"
"If that's the case why you lying, Deku?" Bakugou said, sitting on the edge of the bed, stabbing his finger down at Izuku. "Your quirk is stupid strong. Were you gonna take out the whole crew tonight? One by one? Take over the ship?"
"Bakugou."
Bakugou just growled in response.
"I wasn't lying about not having a quirk when I was young. It came later. But I'm sorry I misled you...I didn't know what my options would be. I needed to get the element of surprise if I needed to try to survive for the cause," Izuku's arms were crossed, determination right back at home on his face.
"How could you genetically reject alien DNA and then suddenly have a quirk?" Bakugou asked slowly, trying to draw reactions out of Izuku. "Something ain't adding up."
"You're not wrong," Izuku sighed. "But it's not even my secret to tell, yet. So you can keep that strawberry, I guess."
"Ya already ate it, ya damn nerd!"
"Whoops," Izuku said, nervously pulling at the hair on the back of his head.
"Get back up here ya stupid green ball of secrets," Bakugou turned and flopped back on his stomach, "Before your ass gets numb on that floor."
When Izuku laid back in the bed on his side, Bakugou was already dangling another strawberry. Izuku's mouth watered.
"You owe me for the last one," Bakugou said with a smirk, "So just answer me. Was I right?"
"Wha-huh? What'd you mean-"
"If you're a Rebel Hero worth a damn, you read my notes while I was gone," Bakugou said, smirk tinting dark at the edges. "Was I right?"
Izuku stared at Bakugou. The strawberry was completely forgotten. This was bigger. Monumental. Izuku needed to make a decision - to trust Bakugou and ask him for the resources to complete the mission he'd started three months ago...or keep telling Bakugou that the information was off-limits.
So, Izuku wondered: Would Bakugou help Izuku complete his mission?
Izuku frowned. Bakugou might be the only one in the universe that could help.
"Tick tock, nerd. This strawberry smells delicious."
Izuku took a deep breath, looked Bakugou in the eyes again, "You're partially right. I don't know how you managed to triangulate that location, but yeah. That's where All Might is. But if you went to look for him, you wouldn't find him. Only I can."
Bakugou wanted to bathe in his victory, that he'd dug up the intel in deep space to locate All Might and he should be fucking proud. Over the moon. But the fact that his search would have still been for naught? That nagged at Bakugou's stomach, made him uncomfortable in a way he couldn't easily translate to anger.
"Why? I know him. Why couldn't I find him myself? Is he behind some secret hideaway that needs an extensive code or-"
"No, no. Nothing like that. He's just not the same man he was before. You wouldn't even recognize him if you looked him in the eye," Izuku said sadly. "He can hide in plain sight just fine."
Bakugou chewed on the information. Watched as Izuku sat up and looked at Bakugou with quiet desperation, "Listen, I...I need to get to him. He has something for me that I need to complete my mission. I could end the war. If I tell you what's really going on? If I trust you...will you lend me your power? Your resources? No matter the cost?"
"Tall fucking order," Bakugou said. But the war? It had gone on for decades. Longer, maybe. Bakugou hadn't even been born yet, and space history was fickle on dates. Billions had died, at least. The Liberation Army was at a tipping point. Their power was growing strong enough that they'd begun to snuff out the Rebel Hero faction, began to turn the tides of the war in their favor. They were running out of time. "Ok. Deal."
Izuku let out a breath in relief, a half-laugh. Bakugou listened intently as Izuku broke down his quirk: One for All. Listened as Izuku said that All Might was just a shell of a man now, without the power of the universe in his veins. That the culmination of nine generations had fallen to him, and what it had cost him to force the quirk to submit to his will. Izuku stuttered over the last bit - about his mission to kill the leaders of the Liberation army. All Might had done a number on the father - but the son...he was just coming into his full power. His quirk was that which children built spooky stories around as they whispered by candlelight.
Bakugou shoved a strawberry in Izuku's mouth, letting his finger linger brushed against Izuku's lips, "Wish I'd found your ass sooner. I thought All Might was the key. Turns out it's actually a Deku."
Izuku swallowed the strawberry with a blush, "You're so mean. Can't you just call me Izuku?"
"Maybe. We on a first name basis now, Izuku?"
"I told you to call me that from the start," Izuku said with a sigh. He paused. "Katsuki."
"You remembered," Bakugou said with a slippery smirk.
"How could I forget the name of our great King Explosion Murder?" Izuku said dripping with sarcasm. Bakugou made a grab for Izuku, and Izuku rolled away giggling.
"Com'er ya little fucker. I got one more question," Bakugou said, dragging Izuku from the edge of the bed. Izuku met Bakugou's eyes with a grin. It slipped off at Bakugou's expression. Izuku couldn't place why Bakugou's eyes would be lidded into that ravenous stare.
"What?" Izuku said, a little breathless.
Bakugou held out the strawberry, placed it against Izuku's lips. Izuku bit into it, not breaking their gaze. Bakugou bit his lip as he watched the red fruit juice stain Izuku's lips, and watched Izuku lick it off.
"That wasn't really a question," Izuku said, eyes wide.
"You prefer top or bottom?" Bakugou said, devastating half-smile, half-smirk crawling across his face. "In bed."
Izuku felt like he was blushing all the way down to his toes, based on the sheer intensity of heat flooding his body. He had to answer. He'd already taken his payment for the question. Maybe Bakugou planned it that way? But Izuku was too embarrassed to appreciate the clever tactic.
"I," Izuku whispered, "I don't know."
"Don't - Hah? What's that mean?" Bakugou fired off, picking apart Izuku's expression, "You a virgin? Or you only had it one way?"
"I mean...I've done things. Hands and mouths - But I...just not...anything in...in-"
Bakugou licked his teeth as he grinned, "You want me to show you what it's like? You ever been with a guy?"
Izuku just let out a little whine, like he was in over his head. Bakugou waited impatiently for answers, busying himself by moving the six inches or so into Izuku's space. Their arms were touching as they lay with Izuku on his side and Bakugou on his back.
"Well?" Bakugou said.
"Y-yeah? Once. Um, with a guy. Just...hand job stuff," Izuku said, feeling the heat so intensely that he felt dizzy. "How about you?"
"Yeah. I lost count. Never had any complaints, either," Bakugou's grin spread wide and impish as he rolled to his side, mirroring Izuku, "I enjoy topping, but since it's your first time fucking I could let you choose. Just don't take too long, I-zu-ku."
Izuku shivered as Bakugou licked at Izuku's ear, mouthing down his neck as his impatience peaked. And with Bakugou curled up against Izuku - well, the fiery-eyed man's interest was obvious in the bulge against Izuku's thigh.
Having the choice was overwhelming. Not whether they should continue - Izuku felt his own length becoming hard as it pressed against Bakugou's thigh. All that just from the teasing brush of Bakugou's lips against his neck. Anticipation. Izuku was definitely in the mood to try new things out with the stunning blond pirate. Because being in Katsuki's gravity was the first time Izuku felt safe in months.
"If you want me to stop you better speak up," Bakugou said hotly against Izuku's neck. "I wanna hear you begging for my touch, Izuku. Can you do that? Tell me how much you want me to fucking ruin you for anyone else, gorgeous. I wanna make you scream for me."
"I-I want you," Izuku said flustered, breathing heavier as he felt Bakugou grin against Izuku's collarbone, sneak a hand under his shirt, and trace the scared muscle there. "I want you, please, can we...this is all in the way..."
Bakugou took the hint and roughly shoved the shirt over Izuku's head. It was a tight pull, and Bakugou went to unbutton the pants and eyed the elastic, "Why didn't you say this shit was too small? Hah? I'll have Yaomomo make new shit tomorrow. For now, it's staying on the fucking floor."
The pants came off in a rush and Izuku covered his face because he wasn't wearing any underwear. Hadn't been given any. Which hadn't been an issue until right this second.
Bakugou pulled Izuku's hands away, determined to drown Izuku's bashful expression in a sloppy kiss. Izuku couldn't fathom opening his eyes, kept them screwed shut. After half a minute, the two found a better rhythm, Izuku bravely licking up into Bakugou's mouth as Bakugou bit down on the intrusion. Izuku was tempted to look.
As Bakugou licked the backs of Izuku's teeth and then sucked at his lips, Izuku groaned into the kiss, hips twitching up in sudden desperation. Izuku realized that sometime while he'd been busy lighting up like a red Christmas bulb, Bakugou had taken his own shirt and pants off. Because they were gone. Bare. Oh God, yes.
Izuku's hands ran against smooth, buff skin. He couldn't help but shove his hips against Bakugou to feel the skin meet skin. But there were still boxers.
"Off, off!" Izuku snapped at the band of the boxers impatiently, losing his sense of embarrassment as the intense need to get closer took hold. It had been a while since he'd had any time for snatches of intimacy like this. He finally found the courage to look up, getting an eyeful of the surprised expression Bakugou wore.
"Bossy," Bakugou grinned. "If you want 'em off, take 'em off yourself, asshole."
Bakugou pushed his weight onto his knees, eyeing Izuku's naked form below him. To Bakugou's surprise, Izuku shot up and yanked the boxers off down to Bakugou's knees, where they met the bed. The little green nymph was certainly keeping Bakugou on his toes.
"Fuck," Bakugou said, his cock giving a little bob, "You're an eager little bunny, aren'tcha? That desperate for my cock, huh?"
Izuku didn't answer, just stared, chewing on his bottom lip. He licked his lips, swallowed, and met Bakugou's eyes, "Can I...um..."
"Knock yourself out," Bakugou said, watching Izuku's every move. Izuku sat, putting his face level just above Bakugou's abs. Izuku reached out and licked them. Out of nowhere. Bakugou took a stuttered breath, resting his hand in Izuku's hair. Izuku groaned as Bakugou tugged a bit.
"You're so hot," Izuku murmured against Bakugou's abs. Izuku might have a thing for abs. He just found out today. "Should be illegal."
Bakugou chuckled, "Damn right I am. Keep talking. Put that mouth to good use."
Izuku shuttered, wrapping his arms around behind Bakugou to run his shaking fingers over the bulk of stamina there. The potential for those muscles to consume whatever was left of Izuku's innocence. Bakugou's voice was a delicious grit against Izuku's raw nerves.
Izuku's hands rested at the small of Bakugou's back, and Bakugou pressed his ass up into them. Izuku started murmuring again, "Can I...I wanna touch your...uh..."
"Cock? Ass? Touch whatever you want. You don't need to ask again. Unless you want my permission cause you get off on it," Bakugou huffed with a grin, "That it? You like my permission? What if I say no?"
Izuku whined, eyes hazy and lost in lusting over the man in front of him.
"Touch my cock. Tell me how much you want it," Bakugou groaned.
Izuku locked eyes with Bakugou, grabbed Bakugou's cock at the base, and licked the dewy head with a rumbling moan that put the strawberry moans to shame. Bakugou let out a few labored breaths, gripping tighter at Izuku's hair and letting the other caress Izuku's shoulder and neck.
"Tell me," Bakugou demanded again.
Izuku pressed his lips at the tip of Bakugou's cock and hummed, "It's so smooth and hard...I just wanted to taste. How are you sweet? I just want..."
Izuku carefully put the head of the cock in his mouth, licked it from the inside, and pulled the hand at the base up toward his mouth. Made a seal. Bobbed a few times.
Bakugou thrust into that perfectly hot mouth with a moan he couldn't hold back. Izuku gagged a little and pulled off, a sticky string of saliva connecting them for an instant.
Izuku's lips were red, face flushed. Eyes teary as he pouted, "That wasn't nice."
Bakugou wanted to ravage him.
"What made you think I'd be fucking nice?" Bakugou said slowly, fiendish smirk enough to knock the air out of Izuku. Bakugou leaned into Izuku's space, shoving him back flat on the bed. The look in Izuku's eyes was a little too sharp now. Bakugou wanted it back to the mindless lust, where Izuku's lips were loose and he dropped praises easily.
Bakugou leaned in to whisper in Izuku's ear, "You've been worshiping my body so good that I'm gonna give you a reward. If you like it, I'll fuck you next. If you don't, you get to be one of the two lucky fucks to ever get me to ride their cock, 'cause I want to fuck you so bad I don't care how anymore."
Izuku nodded, fine tremors of his adrenaline running up against Bakugou's skin. Bakugou pushed up to hover a moment, and then crawled down dangerously slow. Eyes blazing, never leaving Izuku's. Their cocks rubbed together with the movements. Izuku gasped and tried to chase the sensation, but Bakugou made his way to a sit between Izuku's thighs. Shoved a pillow under his ass. Bakugou got on his belly, and before Izuku had the thought to ask what he was doing or feel embarrassed at all, Bakugou licked a fat stripe up Izuku's hole, all the way to the bottom of his balls.
Izuku jumped, let out a little shout. He felt heat pool in his belly as Bakugou's hot breath huffed chuckles on the skin of his ass.
"Like that, gorgeous?" Bakugou hummed, peeking up from between Izuku's legs.
Izuku just stared, blushing loudly at the intensity that Bakugou stared back. Izuku gathered enough mental power to ask, "Why would you...? Isn't that kind of..."
"Never had a rim job? Just enjoy your damn reward," Bakugou said as he went back to licking with urgent enthusiasm, pulling Izuku's legs over his shoulders. Izuku started out tense - because, hello? Sensitive, personal space! But he quickly melted into the feeling, panting moans as his legs tried to draw Bakugou closer, rubbing up his back with flexing feet.
Bakugou stopped all too soon, massaging the spit slick hole with the tip of his thumb. Bakugou peeked back over Izuku's flexing thighs, gave them a flutter of kisses before demanding, "Go in my drawer next to your head and gimme the lube."
Izuku tried to clear his head enough to find the drawer. His muscles felt like they were moving through cement, and all he wanted to do was keep laying here letting Bakugou do as he pleased. Izuku sat up on his elbows on the second attempt, leaning over to open the drawer at the head of the bed.
Bakugou grabbed ahold of Izuku's cock, and Izuku bopped his head into the wall at the head of the bed as his body arched.
"Problem?" Bakugou grinned, "Get the lube, Izuku."
Izuku's eyelids fluttered as Bakugou stroked a little too lightly. It took Izuku a good half-minute to muddle through the sensations to will his body to pull the drawer open and toss the lube onto the bed.
"Oh," Bakugou crooned, with hunger in his eyes that opposed his condescending tone. "Good boy."
"Fuck you," Izuku laughed a bit, shoving at Bakugou's face with his foot.
"Trying to arrange that," Bakugou smirked, throwing off Izuku's foot, "If you'd stop being an asshole."
"You're rubbing off on me," Izuku said, biting his lip to hold back his grin.
"You're getting cheeky all the sudden," Bakugou said, drizzling his fingers with lube, "Think you can keep it up while I finger fuck you open for me, smart ass?"
The grin dropped off Izuku's face, and he yelped as Bakugou dragged him back into position by the knee. Izuku jumped as the cold gel hit his sensitive skin, and he tensed.
"Tell me what you want," Bakugou demanded, quiet and intense. Rubbing slow circles against Izuku's entrance.
"Um...I..."
"Now he's speechless," Bakugou tsked, with an eye roll, "If you want my fingers ya gotta say please."
Izuku’s heart pounded. What if he didn't like it? What if it hurts? What if he really liked it and he embarrassed himself?
Bakugou paused, watching the wheels turn in Izuku's head. He stopped rubbing at Izuku's entrance and took a handful of Izuku's cock, rubbing his lubed hand up and down it instead. The pace was brutal and sudden, and Izuku arched up into the touch, making short, high-pitched moans. Kept it up until-
"Oh my God - Hah - Katsuki!" Izuku whined, "I'm gonna -!
Bakugou stopped. Diabolical grin at Izuku's pained sob. Bakugou said, "Now tell me what you want."
"More," Izuku whimpered, "Please?"
"More what? You want my fingers? My cock? You want me to swallow you up whole and ride you until you bust? Fist us both together and rub us off? Be specific, gorgeous. I ain't gonna let you come until you tell me."
Izuku was panting, coming back from the sudden edge with a thick shiver of want. Any of those things sounded good. Really. His brain was so muddled in hormone-cocktail that it felt like wading through molasses to pull together a coherent thought. How was Bakugou still so pulled together? Oh yeah. Izuku hadn't touched him in fifteen minutes. Well...
"All of them?" Izuku's brain helpfully spits out.
"Greedy little fuck," Bakugou licked his lips. "Even I won't last that long. Besides, if I start fucking you, you ain't gonna want me to stop."
"Fuck me then," Izuku said with a jut to his hips.
"All right, gorgeous. Was that so hard?" Bakugou cooed, patronizing again.
"Yes," Izuku said, watching Bakugou wet his fingers again with lube. Izuku still jumped at the cold, but he wanted stimulation so much that he started to push down on Bakugou's fingers. Bakugou rearranged his hand, letting Izuku slip onto just one. Tight fit.
"Relax," Bakugou said, a firm command. "Or this ain't gonna work."
Izuku tried to let the tension go. Bakugou started wiggling his finger, feeling around.
"It's weird," Izuku said with a frown.
"Yeah well, just wait. I'll find it."
"Find wh-fuuuuuuuuck!" Izuku moaned. Bakugou's smirk was back in full force as he slid firmly against the spot that made Izuku feel lightning coursing through his body - like activating his quirk, almost. But pleasure instead of power.
"Found it," Bakugou sang, making a smooth, short, in and out against the sweet spot. As soon as Izuku felt relaxed, Bakugou slipped in another finger. Izuku scooted away from the pressure, but Bakugou chased him and talked him down. Moved again, slower. Izuku froze again at the difference but soon pushed back against Bakugou's shallow thrusts with a chorus of enthusiastic chanting.
"Yeah - oh, yes oh yes, yes, oh my - Katsu - ah ah yeah oh, geez yeah -"
"Get loud for me," Bakugou said as he slipped in the third finger. Izuku definitely noticed - slowed and had more 'ah's than 'yes's. But after the careful stretching and preparation, Bakugou felt he was nearly ready.
After a minute or so, Bakugou pulled the fingers out. Izuku nearly sobbed again. Bakugou grabbed the lube, spread the cold gel on himself, and instructed Izuku to turn over. Izuku did, with his concrete heavy limbs. Shoving his face in the pillow and arching his back, giving Bakugou the perfect view of his ass.
Izuku's pink hole twitched as Bakugou lined himself up with it and said, "Ready, gorgeous?"
"Yeah," Izuku murmured into the pillow. Bakugou pushed in slowly but slid right in. Izuku tensed as Bakugou almost bottomed out and Izuku's head popped up as he breathed a quiet, "Wait. Wait - ugh."
And wait Bakugou did, cock twitching as Izuku let out a little gasp at the sensation.
"Ok. I'm ok. Go ahead," Izuku said, placing his head back down on the pillow.
Bakugou moved a little with a groan, "Izuku you're so fucking tight. Sucking me in like a black hole."
Izuku made a little noise - something like a laugh, choke, moan.
Bakugou wanted to fuck into Izuku hard, but he restrained himself, waiting for Izuku's voice to tell him to go faster and harder. When Izuku started to slide back against Bakugou, he sped up. Hips snapping, balls bouncing lewdly against Izuku's thighs and the base of his sack. The sweet sound of chanted moans left Bakugou trickling toward his release. It'd been such a long road to get here, making the finish line ever sweeter.
"Ah! Ah! Ohhhhhwwwoooohhhh Ka-Ka-Kats-ah my...yeah, yeah, yeah there! There! Oh my God, I'm so close. Oh my - ah oh oh my-” Izuku chanted, reaching down to palm his cock and tip himself over the edge, but Bakugou batted his hand away.
"Not yet, gorgeous," Bakugou said as he pulled Izuku up by the hair so he was forced to make his rubber arms hold him up. A string of precum had leaked from Izuku all the way to the bed. Bakugou ran his hot hands down Izuku's chest and back, listening to Izuku's chattering become more nonsensical as Bakugou pounded harder.
Somehow, Izuku managed a choked, "Katsuki, pl-please I need -"
Green electric sparks flew around Izuku's frame, and Izuku looked back at Bakugou with the most luscious glance over the shoulder, green eyes blazing with unrestrained power. Bakugou almost panicked, eyes widened and breath caught. He stopped for just a moment to-
"Don't stop!" Izuku growled. And just like that, Bakugou shook it off, reaching down for Izuku's cock and stroking it twice before Izuku hyperventilated, sending strings of come across the bed as his body convulsed.
Bakugou followed, filling Izuku with dripping, hot desire. Izuku shivered at the sensation, twitchy little moans at the movements against his prostate during orgasm. When the sensations faded, Bakugou pulled out, scooping Izuku into his lap and away from the mess. Izuku took the two halves of the pillow he'd ripped in half with him.
"Fuck," Bakugou concluded.
"Mmm, yeah."
"Did you rip my pillow up?" Bakugou asked.
"Mmm-hmmm"
"You're sleeping on it, joke's on you," Bakugou said.
Izuku cracked his eyes open as the statement, blazing green fading from his eyes. Izuku found a dopey smile on Bakugou's face.
"Com'mon. Let's get cleaned up," Bakugou said, lifting Izuku and himself into his tub.
Izuku was half asleep as soon as the water soothed his aching flesh. Izuku groaned as his head lolled against Bakugou's chest as Bakugou situated Izuku in his lap. Hot hands stroked along his sides all the way down to his knees.
"Don't fall asleep, asshole," Bakugou murmured quietly in Izuku's ear, "I ain't cleaning your cum off the bed by myself."
Izuku just hummed in an attempt at agreement. When was the last time he felt this boneless? Felt so secure sleeping, knowing that he wouldn't wake up being dragged out of a cell? Izuku melted into the touch, into the warmth, into the safety of Bakugou's arms.
"Hey, you there, ya little fucker?" Bakugou asked with a gentle shake.
His only response was a snore.
"Shit. Now what, gorgeous?" Bakugou sighed, "Try not to drown while I change the sheets, asshole."
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Izuku woke up alone. The bed was soft. Pillow torn.
It really wasn't a dream. He was on a pirate ship, free from imprisonment. Found his allies. Got a pledge of loyalty. Got his asshole w-r-e-c-k-e-d.
What a day, huh?
As Izuku sat up, he realized how sore he was. How naked. And his clothes were nowhere to be found. Izuku took a deep breath and wandered around the room, babying his sore bottom. He found Bakugou's clothes. Borrowed a shirt and boxers, because the pants just fell right off.
Izuku settled back onto the bed. Started reading the notebook from yesterday that Bakugou had left on the nightstand. It was a good twenty or thirty minutes before Bakugou returned.
"Wake up sleeping beauty, we got shit to-" Bakugou started, but abruptly cut off as he noticed Izuku was awake and half dressed, "-do. You're in my clothes."
Izuku flushed from Bakugou's scrutinizing stare, "Um...yeah. Sorry if that's weird. Mine were gone so I just..."
Bakugou kept staring, eyes snapping up to meet Izuku's as he breathed, "Makes it look like you're mine."
Izuku blushed darker, looking at Bakugou through his fingers as he tried to hold back his embarrassment, "Do you want me to be?"
Bakugou let a conniving smirk paint his face, "If you still ain't sure I want you, then I'll have to fuck you over and over until you know I do."
Bakugou seemed to relish in the wide eyed embarrassment Izuku was choking on. Went to emphasize his point by crawling over to Izuku and wrapping up his mouth in a sharp kiss. Bakugou broke the kiss by dumping the pile of clothes he'd carried in on Izuku.
"Here, Deku. Change into your own clothes before I rip mine off you and make you beg for my cock some more," Bakugou said, chuckling at Izuku's eyes continuing to widen.
"You found me clothes?" Izuku said, picking them up and feeling the fine softness of new fabric. "Is someone here my size?"
"No, asshole. Yaomomo made that shit for you. I took rough measurements while you slept like the dead," Bakugou said with an eye roll. "You should be grateful."
"I am," Izuku said, slipping off Bakugou's things with an awestruck look. Didn't even notice Bakugou shamelessly getting an eyeful. "These are so nice. How did she make them so fast? I'll have to thank her somehow."
The boxers fit better, hugged Izuku more instead of hanging off him. The shirt was a soft, stretchy fabric. Lightweight and good for athletics. The forest green hugged the muscles that Izuku had managed to hold onto while he was imprisoned. The black pants were also stretchy, but more of a coarse material. Lots of pockets. Would be easy to move around in a fight. They tapered to a snug fit at the ankle. The socks and boots fit well enough, the soft leather wrapping around his calves as he tied them up with a practiced ease. Bakugou was a bit speechless in his certainty that Yaomomo was trying to kill him. Because damn. Wow.
"Does it look ok? It's a little more...uh, form fitting than what I usually wear. But it's all comfortable," Izuku said, tugging at the sleeves that hugged his scarred biceps. Bakugou tried to restrain himself. "And it's such a clean design. The white details make it look a little like my Rebel costume, to be honest. I love it."
Bakugou stared, letting Izuku drone on for a minute.
"What? Why are you staring? I know I'm not really bulky enough now to pull this sort of look off but it's better than-"
"You're perfect, gorgeous," Bakugou said, eyes on Izuku's lean chest, "I'm not sure my crew should see your sexy ass in this get up. Might have to cut their eyes out."
"That's uh," Izuku laughed nervously, "Disturbingly sweet."
Bakugou hummed in agreement, turning away, "We got shit to do. Come on, Deku."
"I thought we were over the Deku thing," Izuku said, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. It was a little shaggy. He'd have to cut it.
"You want me to use your name? Then get your ass outta my cabin and stop being useless," Bakugou said, walking out. Izuku followed, of course. Bakugou gave a stilted tour, showing Izuku the essentials. Dragged him into a meeting that he didn't expect to be happening first thing in the morning - 0800 hours by galactic standard time.
"Sit down, Deku."
"Izuku," Izuku said firmly, glaring up at Bakugou who quirked a little smirk.
Bakugou sat at the head of the table, typing on a tablet. A holographic map display popped up in the center of the table as the last few stragglers shuffled in with yawns. Two faces were displayed on monitor screens opened up on the walls.
"Hey, 'Zuku," Kirishima said quietly with a pat on Izuku's shoulder as he sat next to him, "You're looking good, man. But you ok? I heard screaming by the airlock and I wouldn't put it past Bakugou to...um."
"He threatened me. But I'm fine. We reached an agreement," Izuku said back, a hushed whisper covered by the conversations of others.
"So he really tried to throw you out the airlock?!" Kirishima gasped. A little too loudly. The room turned toward them.
"Shitty hair," Bakugou growled, veins popping as he barked, "THE FUCK YOU SAYIN' OVER THERE, HAH?"
"Asking your slave if he's okay after you tried to throw him out into space!" Kirishima said back with a frown, "I thought we agreed you weren't gonna pull that kind of stuff anymore, man! What's with you? 'Zuku doesn't deserve that. He was just a prisoner, and you made him a slave. But you told him he'd be safe. Don't you think he has a little PTSD already, from the Liberation Army?"
Izuku looked torn as Bakugou analyzed him. No, Bakugou decided. Izuku Midoriya was bludgeoning past any stress he'd come across and making it a stepping stone. He'd fall apart eventually. But not now. Not when the universe needed him the most. He was a little too like Bakugou, in that way. At least, as far as first impressions go.
"I called this shitty conference to clear some things up," Bakugou said, standing. "This little shit ain't my slave. He's a crew member now. Midoriya Izuku. He's one of us. Part of the Rebel Hero faction. And as fucking fate would have it, he outranks me."
All eyes were on Izuku again, and he gave a shy little wave. Collectively, everyone looked a little shocked. But while rare, it made sense that the Liberation Army would keep a Rebel Hero as a prisoner. Especially a high ranking one.
"We're converging our missions under his instruction to find All Might. I maintain command of the ship, so don’t get any big ideas about slacking off. Any direct orders from him will be followed without question. Starting today, we head to Virtuteh where we should find All Might," Bakugou said, clicking a few things. The hologram in the center of the table lit up with statistics and images. Bakugou continued as the shocked gasps littered the room. "So our hard ass work is paying off. I drew up an itinerary for everyone. Check your mail. We ain't got time to fuck around. Dismissed."
The room was full of questions, and Bakugou answered a few before the majority of the crew members filtered out to begin their assigned duties. Yaomomo approached Bakugou at the front, where Izuku waited with him. Izuku certainly didn't have holomail access, and he certainly hadn't been assigned duties. Probably. Yaomomo introduced herself, and Bakugou waited as Izuku gushed over her quirk. With a promise to talk about details over lunch, Izuku quieted enough for Yaomomo to get her thoughts out.
"So, Bakugou," Yaomomo said, rubbing her chin, "I figure Izuku needs a bed. It might take me all day, though. I was thinking he could bunk with-"
"He's staying in my cabin. And he doesn’t need a bed," Bakugou said, crossing his arms, daring anyone left in the room to fight him. He glanced at Izuku, "Ain't that right, Deku?"
Yaomomo smiled as she saw Izuku light up and say, "Yeah. Guess that works."
"You guess? You ungrateful little fuck. Come on, Deku, let's go. We've got a lotta shit to do in the three hyperspace jumps before we get to All Might,"
Bakugou said, walking off with all the confidence and dignity of a Rebel Hero Faction leader. And all the salt and swagger of a space pirate captain.
Izuku followed Bakugou. Would keep following him until the war was just a bad memory, and the forces of good in the universe were restored. And as a perk, Izuku had a very, very nice ass to follow behind.