Say My Name (Quirkless! BNHA Fan Fiction side story)
Bakugou turned his back on Deku. He's had enough of that fucker's crap. No matter what they say, he's taking his dragon with him. Even if it kills him.
He marched to the dragon's hiding place while clutching the hilt of his sword. All that shouting with Deku made him itch for a good fight. A dirty fight where he could use everything he has without holding back. That annoying fucker was not strong enough to grant him that and Iida's out of the question. He can't put up with his noble crap and he can't put up with Todoroki either.
Upon discovering that he was Endeavour's son, that he manipulated them for his own personal plans, he wanted to kill him right away. Kill him, sever his head and display it on a pike in front of Endeavour's palace.
But Deku.
Deku would die for that traitor.
And it wasn't Deku that brought them all together but Todoroki all along. He orchestrated everything from the shadows.
He growled and swung his sword with all his strength, imagining a Todoroki bastard standing in front of him, head all ready for severing.
His sword stopped with a dull clang. His eyes flew wide open and fear ran all over his body that he broke into cold sweat.
His sword bit into a familiar face's hardened neck.
Bakugou's expression softened when the boy in front of him smiled gently, showing a set of sharp shark-like teeth.
"You almost killed me man," Kirishima said. He raised his hand and winced when he pulled out the sword from his rock-hard neck. Blood trickled down his bare chest.
Bakugou just stared, not believing his eyes. Kirishima is no longer cursed to a human body. He'll stay a dragon for the rest of his life. He had accepted it. It took so long for him to finally accept that he's not going to see the face of the Kirishima he first met.
And now.
"Katsuki. . ."
Bakugou dropped his gaze and walked past Kirishima. He can't let this dumb fucker see his face when he's feeling like a mess.
He can't even say anything.
Kirishima followed Bakugou inside the cave where his dragon form hid. No words were needed. He can feel everything that he's beginning to feel like Bakugou's emotions might choke him to death.
But he know one certain thing. It clouded his sanity above any other emotion he's ever felt from the boy.
He missed him too. He missed the feeling that only a human body could understand.
"Stop running away from me."
"Who's fucking running?" Bakugou turned to him with a piercing glare. His face was red and his eyes were beginning to water just by looking at Kirishima's pained expression.
The red-haired boy reached out his hand and Bakugou let him. He stood still and felt Kirishima's rough hand on his cheek.
It was a mere touch but he's lost.
Kirishima moved in closer and without wasting a single movement, he had the boy restrained in his sturdy arms. He wanted to feel. Kirishima longed for this human sensation ever since they found each other. He's not letting him go now.
"Don't think about anybody else. Forget about them okay?"
"Bastard," Bakugou whispered. Kirishima chuckled but before Bakugou could shower him with curses, he pressed his lips on the boy's defiant lips. He's refusing to let him in. Kirishima went on, gently pleading, urging the other to give in and accept him.
Bakugou felt his knees buckle. It was the first time he felt so helplessly weak and frustrated. He's being dominated, but there's no anger welling inside of him. Just something more complicated.
He groaned and caught himself, but it was too late. Kirishima has won. He never knew tongues could taste that good and the next thing he knew, he's running his fingers on Kirishima's unexpectedly soft hair.
Kirishima's hunger clawed inside his chest like a wild animal but he didn't yield. He doesn't want to alarm Bakugou by his sudden aggressiveness. The intensity of his desire is enough to make even himself cautious. He longed for Bakugou too much he's barely thinking straight.
"Uh," Bakugou moaned. He can't breathe. Kirishima paused and let him catch his breath. "Idiot dragon," he managed to mutter. He stared at Kirishima's wounded neck. It's his fault. Without thinking, he nuzzled the other boy's neck, licking the blood, desperately sending a message; an apology.
"It's just a scratch," Kirishima whispered but he's slowly moving backwards. He can no longer support Bakugou's weight. He's burning all over. Bakugou's tongue gently carressed his wound. "Katsuki. . ."
Bakugou responded by taking over his lips, more violently now, biting and pushing, desperate.
He answered his moans, letting him know how much he's feeling it, that they're on equal footing there. They're feeling the same agony and the same pleasure.
Bakugou was getting impatient. He's never done it before but he wanted something more than a kiss from his dragon.
He ran his fingers on Kirishima's naked back, scratching every time the other boy sucks on his tongue, every time he presses his hardened groin on his trousers.
"Ah," he detached, head low, leaning on Kirishima's collarbone. He's panting real hard, but he wanted to laugh.
It's frustrating. He's too happy.
"Say my name too," Kirishima whispered, face buried on his hair. "Call me."
"Huh. Make me," Bakugou grinned.
Kirishima pulled Bakugou's dragon-teeth necklace and kissed him deeply. He slowly led him to the wall, pinning him with his burning body. Bakugou untied his furry cape while hungrily returning Kirishima's kisses. He raised his head when the other boy's face moved lower, toward his chest, tickling him with his shallow breath. He doesn't even mind the rough wall biting on his back. The tip of Kirishima's tongue brushed by his right nipple and he convulsed, completely running out of reason. He panted and tugged at the other boy's hair.
Bakugou's nipple perked up to a painful pink, begging for attention. Kirishima teased both nipples, his fingers making up for his mouth every time he sucks the other.
Bakugou moaned more than he expected. His body arched towards him, asking for more. Begging for more freedom. Kirishima unbuckled the boy's heavy belt without letting him a minute to gather his thoughts together. Kirishima would make him shout his name. Only his name.
"Ahh, ah fuck. . ."
Kirishima had seen Bakugou naked many times but seeing him now, hard and erect, his own twitched like it has a mind of its own.
He kneeled down and pleased the shaft with his own mouth. Bakugou writhed and gasped, moving his hips gently, trying hard to stop himself from slamming his groin to Kirishima with all his wild strength. If he was still angry, he would've, but he'd forgotten what anger felt like. He bent down and buried his face on Kirishima's head, mouth open and panting with every stroke of Kirishima's tongue on his sensitive tip. He wanted Kirishima to hear his fucking suffering.
Kirishima stopped and pulled Bakugou's nape closer, kissing him again while his hands moved up and down his dick.
"Faster," Bakugou whimpered but with a hint of impatience. Kirishima obliged. He went faster and faster - and stopped. Bakugou's eyes flew open in frustration and anger.
"Say my name."
"Make me," Bakugou answered and snickered. His sweat gleamed on his face and his smooth chest. Kirishima licked his lips and stood up, eyes dangerously staring at Bakugou. He raised his right arm to restrain Bakugou's neck.
"I missed you, man," Kirishima said and held his own hard dick. Bakugou tried to get away but Kirishima hardened his arm, producing spikes to limit Bakugou's movements. "I'm sorry. I don't want you running."
