Katsuki was sitting on the floor in his room staring out the window. He should have been home by now. He and his partner shared this huge room. It had scrolls on the wall and magnificent tatami mats on the floor. It was luxurious because he was a yakuza boss. He rules the lands with harsh but just means. He never attacked the innocent but those who were guilty were destroyed without mercy. 

His team was sound with no one that would even think of betraying him. There was a rival gang, the League, what a dumb name. Anyways the League had been causing all sorts of problems recently.

It was really worrying his Deku 

Deku.

He was late.

He saved him from a life of prostitution and slavery. They slowly grew to lovers over the years and now the fair-skinned grennette is all his. So if someone had hurt a hair on his head… Someone will pay a price. 

“Katsuki!!” A familiar voice said. 

“Shitty Hair what is it.” 

“They have Deku!” 

Katsuki grabbed his sword tying at his waist. His pure while kimono will be stained red today. And not by his own blood. 

“Where is he?” He spat 

“Shigaraki has him, in their base, were making a team to go get him.” 

*****

Katsuki sat by the lake, looking at the waves, letting it cool his mind. His people were rising, his clan growing, soon peace would be on these lands. The League would be over. 

A young man with green hair and a flowered kimono dipped his feet in the water. He was brilliantly beautiful. His long green hair was curled slightly, he had freckles across his body, and a brand on his arm. The League. 

He must be a prostitute. Those bastards. He had to save him. The angel looked at him as he came closer and shied away. “I’m sorry… I’ll leave.” 

“No!” he unintentionally shouted desperately. “No… please stay. I want to talk to you.” 

“Oh!” He smiled to himself and shook his head as Katsuki told him he was the son of a wealthy lord and couldn’t believe his luck. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Anything, tell me your name.” 

The man looked disheartened. “Well my name was sold to Shigaraki-nunshi as a child, so I’m not sure if I have one.” 

“I’ll give you one then.” 

“Oh?” He gave a coy smile. 

“Dekiru,” he said. 

“Oh I don’t deserve a name like that, can you call me Deku instead?”

“Fine, but the meaning stays.” 

Deku blushed and covered his face. “Oh ok. What’s your name?”

“Katsuki Bakugou.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Bakugou-san.” 

“Oi, it’s time to come back,” a voice shouted from the League’s estate. “You have a client.” 

“When can I see you again?”

“Oh if you want to see me you’ll have to talk to Shigaraki-nunshi.”

“What if I just want to see you without using your body?” 

His face was cool and free of emotion. Probably from years of abuse. “I’d like that a lot Bakugou.” 

***

“Kacchan you know I can’t have presents.”

“No, I’ll just bring this when I see you.” He held a sunflower pinwheel and handed it to Izuku who has a soft frown. He set it next to him and placed the next checker piece.  

Deku chuckled. “Are you sure you want to keep spending money to just play checkers with me? And now you’re getting to me gifts…” 

“You deserve them,” Katsuki said in a gruff voice. 

Deku looked at the ground sadly. “I’m a whore. I don’t deserve anything.” 

“Don’t you dare say that.”

Deku’s eyes widened at how loud his voice grew. 

“I uh- why?” 

“Because you’re not a whore.” 

“Kacchan, you know what I do,” he said in an awkward tone. 

“I don’t give a fuck, it’s not like you chose it.” 

Deku nodded with a distant expression. 

“I’ll take you away from here, someday.” Katsuki grabbed Deku’s hands and played with his knuckles. 

Deku smiled warmly. “I look forward to it.” 

***

“You’re getting better at this,” Katuski said, moving a black checkers piece. 

“A student can only be as good as their master.” Deku smiled and took one of Katsuki’s pieces. 

“That’s not true, I surpassed my master a long time ago.” 

“Oh? Who is this master of yours?”

“An excellent swordsman, Shoto Aizawa. He taught me everything I know. He practically raised me.” 

“He did? Where is he now?”

“Dead. Your master killed him.” 

Deku dropped his checkers’ piece and tears dripped from his eyes. “I… I’m sorry.” 

A hand held his cheek while the other wiped his eyes. “Why the tears?” 

“I have to serve someone so awful.” 

“I’m awful too you know.” 

“Not in the same way…” Deku pressed a soft innocent kiss on his mouth. “You’re not like him.” He kissed him again. 

“You don’t have to do this.” 

“I want to… let me love you.” 

They kissed again, their mouths moving like a slow calculated dance. Deku pulled Katsuki’s Kimono down, admiring the dragon tattoo. He traced the lines on his tattoo before kissing his back repeatedly. 

“Come, come here.” He pulled Deku into his arms, kissing his neck and pulling off his kimono. They entangled together like two halves of one whole. He rocked into him for hours, neither giving up until they were exhausted and forced into sleep.

***

“You’ve been purchased, it’s time to go.” 

Deku sat on the tatami mat practicing his calligraphy in the sand. “I’ve been purchased?” 

Then I won’t see Kacchan again.

“Hurry up, they spent quite the fee making sure it was you he bought.”

“I’m coming.” He picked up the pace. Even though it had been years since he cried the thought of never seeing Kacchan again was… unbearable. 

Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. 

He slid the door open and looked over to see the blonde swordsman he was longing to see. 

“Kacchan…” He said with a whimper. 

Katsuki held his arms out and Izuku ran into his arms. “Kacchan I was so scared!”

“You’re never leaving my side.” 

**** 

That fucking bastard Shigaraki. He’s going down today. 

“Baku, we need a plan.”

“I kill all of them.”

“Like an actual plan.”

“I do have an actual plan. Just fucking listen. 

They made their way to the estate. The closer they got the more people fled to their homes. Good, he didn’t want to hurt anyone he didn’t have to. 

As he got to the Shigaraki estate he saw the pale dried up fucker himself and two guards. 

“Where’s Deku?” 

“As you see he’s not here so I advise you to-“

Without so much as a second of hesitation, he lopped off the arm of his second guard. The man screamed and held onto his stump screaming. 

“Let’s try again, where’s Deku?” 

“I have him in my possession! Don’t you think you should stay in my good grace?” 

“Boss I don’t think.” 

“Shh Magne,” he tried to hush her before Katsuki cut her in the heart, killing her instantly.

“Where. Is. Deku.” 

“Bring him out!”

A man with dark hair and burn scars as well as a bloodied bandage on his arm brought out the love of his life who had obviously been crying but seemed otherwise unharmed. That was worrying in and of itself

“Did they hurt you?” 

“I’m ok Kacchan.” 

“Did they fucking touch you?”

“They didn’t rape me Kacchan.” 

“Did they touch you?!”

Deku nodded. 

“I didn’t order them to-” 

Katsuki moved in one swift motion slicing into Shigaraki.

His men drew their swords. “He suffered at your hands for years. I was going to let it go for his sake but no. I’m not letting a single one of you fuckers live. 

Kirishima and Mina snuck up, killing all of the Yakuza surrounding them. He held his arms out and Deku ran to him crying into his shoulder.

“I saw a bandage on his guard, did you do that?”

Deku nodded.

“I’m proud of you, let’s go home.” 

He let Kirishima lead the massacre against the rest of his people and took his beloved home. 

He stripped him checking every inch of his body for a mark he needed to heal. He kissed his chest and shoulders holding him at close as possible.

“You’re all mine, I won’t let anyone have you.’

“All yours, all for you, no one else.”

He grabbed the oil pouring out over his ass and rubbing it inside sensually. Izuku moaned and leaned into his touch. “Love you so much.”

“I love you, I won’t let anyone get you.”

He thrust it without any preparation. He had to be connected to him, they had to be together. Immediately, no time for anything else but to be together. He slid in easily from the oil and from the previous night of lovemaking filling him up to the brink. He thrust slow and hard, rocking him back and forth below him. Izuku held on so tight with his legs he could barely pull in and out. They both held on impossibly tight. He rolled his hips so they could stay as close as possible. 

Izuku clawed his back and moaned loudly coming all over his stomach. But Katsuki didn’t stop. He kept rocking into him, riding him past his orgasm. Izuku relaxed his legs, he was far past his limit. He held on weakly loving every minute of the overstimulation. 

“Deku, I love you, I love you.” He whispered sweet nothings into his ear as he came deep, deep inside. 

They almost fell asleep still connected, they were so exhausted from the day. But Izuku peppered kisses on his jaw until he carried him to the hot springs they had behind their room and bathed him before tucking him in. Katsuki played with his hair until he saw Kirishima looking through a crack in the curtain, he gestured for him to come inside his room. 

“What’s your report?” Katsuki whispered. 

“All of them had died, we need to prepare for a potential surge of other gangs.”

“We killed them all, no one will cross us.” 

They looked at each other and nodded. Kirishima left with a bow leaving Katsuki with his beloved. He pet his hair and kissed his cheek before pulling him close to his chest. He will keep him close from now on, he will not allow anyone to take him from him again. 

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