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The only reason Katsuki is in this bar on a Tuesday evening nursing a couple fingers of whiskey is because Eijirou, the assistant priest at his church, locked Katsuki out of his office and threatened to throw the keys into the river if he didn’t take a break. Katsuki really doesn’t have the extra money to hire a locksmith right now. Or the time. Which is why he should be working instead of wasting time here. The city is in shambles, at least to Katsuki’s eyes. Homelessness, drug problems, violent crime, food insecurity. Someone has to fix it. Maybe Katsuki can’t fix it all, but that’s not going to stop him from trying everything he can. As soon as Eijirou lets him back into his office.
He’s never told Eijirou about what he is, about his past lives and his long fight for redemption, so Eijirou can’t understand how crucial it is for him to keep working. But it’s been about a millennium now since Katsuki’s journey began and he’s been stagnating for centuries. No matter how hard he tries to fix the world, nothing ever seems to be enough to earn him a place in heaven. Already, the old anxiety is setting in that this lifetime will be wasted like all the others before it if he doesn’t keep working.
He needs something to distract himself. His glass is almost empty and he has no intention of refilling it. Not since the first world war when he lost control and nearly killed someone in a bar fight. Katsuki grimaces to himself at the memory. As he raises the glass to his lips, he sees someone walking in the door.
A young man, short and green haired with freckles dotting his cheeks. He seems familiar, but with the number of people Katsuki’s seen over the centuries, everyone seems familiar. That’s not what catches his attention. No, what catches Katsuki’s attention is that this guy is really, really hot. Katsuki stares at him for a moment and then orders him a vesper martini, watching out of the corner of his eye as the man receives the gift, eager and nervous to see how he’ll react. At least Eijirou had the good sense to send Katsuki to a gay bar.
The man picks up the slim cocktail glass and speaks softly to the bartender for a moment before taking a sip. A sip that he chokes on and then smirks before raising the glass in Katsuki’s direction with a genuine grin. So, he got the joke then. While Katsuki left his clerical collar at home, it still amuses him to send someone a martini named after the evening prayers. Usually it’s just an inside joke, but it seems like this guy has some idea who he is. Still, Katsuki’s been in the news for various charitable projects, so it’s not of the question for someone to recognize his face.
The guy saunters over to Katsuki with the bright grin still on his face. “Hey there,” he says warmly, settling into the barstool next to Katsuki. “Thanks for the drink. Wouldn’t have expected to get one nearly as soon as I walked in the door, especially on a Tuesday–” He laughs softly– “and from someone so hot, no less.”
All of Katsuki’s worries about his mission melt away. Something about the man puts him at ease. He leans back against the bar, opening his posture up as much as possible and smirks at the compliment in that way that he knows always gets attention. “Can’t say I expected to see someone so hot walk in on a Tuesday either.”
He knocks back the rest of his drink and pulls out his wallet to pay for both of them. “I’m sure both of us could find a better place to be than this. Care to join me?” Sure, he’s being pretty quick, but he needs to let off some steam and this guy is obviously interested.
The man blinks for a few moments, then laughs again. “Straight to the point, aren’t you?” he says, though the smile lingers in his voice. He sips his cocktail leisurely and looks up at Katsuki through half-lidded eyes. “Not a bad thing, but let’s at least find out each other’s names, yeah? It’d be a shame for me to just gulp down the drink you so kindly bought for me…”
Katsuki can feel his ears redden. He’s usually a lot better about names, but he feels like he doesn’t need to ask this guy’s name, though he couldn’t say why. As eager as he is to get to the fun part, he’s trying not to act too much like a hormonal teenager. He’s had enough puberties as it is. “Katsuki Bakugou,” he introduces himself. “And yourself?”
“Katsuki, huh?” the man repeats. “I think I’ve heard that name on the news, haven’t I? It’s a nice name. Although…” He leans forward and tilts his head, his wide green eyes captivating Katsuki. “I like Kacchan more.”
Katsuki reaches forward to run a hand through the man’s hair. It’s just as soft and fluffy as it looks. “Not many folks call me Kacchan…” he breathes. But saying the words out loud makes him realize what he just said and he can’t help the tension that creeps into his posture. “So I’d appreciate it if you stuck to Katsuki,” he adds. There’s really only one person who he allows to call him that, no matter how many people try to make the nickname stick.
“Of course. Katsuki it is. Though that makes me wonder who does get the honor of using the nickname…”
“I’m sure it does,” Katsuki says as neutrally as possible. Those aren’t questions he particularly likes answering. But this guy is pretty enough that Katsuki can let it slide. He keeps the conversation light and casual until the guy finishes his drink and then leads him out of the bar by a hand around his waist.
Katsuki’s house is a short walk from the bar. He’s lucky enough to live right on the edge of the shopping district, close enough to walk almost everywhere he needs to and far enough to have a small yard and no shared walls with the neighbors.
He leads the man back into his bedroom, sitting down on the queen sized bed and grabbing condoms and lube from the bedside table. The sheets are clean and the bed is neatly made, but that’s more because Katsuki has been sleeping in his office lately than because of any intentions of having guests over.
He pulls his shirt off and throws it over his head, leaning back on his arms to let his guest enjoy the sight of his muscular form. “How do you prefer to do this?”
The man’s eyes drag over Katsuki’s body, clearly appreciative. “Ah, well,” he says after a moment of lustful staring. “Thank you for asking! I think my preference is that I ask the questions and you give me answers yourself. That way I can help you better.”
Katsuki blinks. “Help me?” he asks, unable to keep the sting of offense from entering his voice. He thought it was clear that he was only after no strings attached casual sex, but this guy seems to have something more in mind. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, I thought I said I’d like to be the one asking questions from now on,” the man says. His voice is gentle, but firm. Like he’s sure that what he’s saying will be the case for the rest of the night.
Anger flares up in Katsuki at the sheer arrogance of the man’s statement, but before he can voice it, the man tugs off his shirt.
There’s the soft rustle of feathers as pearly white wings unfurl from his shoulders, and he tosses the shirt off to the side, letting the wings over himself and Katsuki.
“So my first question is this. Do you remember me yet, Kacchan?”
Suddenly, all the memories of centuries ago leap to the forefront of Katsuki’s mind. He slips off the bed onto his knees, overwhelmed both by being in the presence of an angel and the torrent of long buried emotions.
“Deku…” he rasps. “H–” He almost asks how it’s possible for Deku to be here, but he holds himself. He doesn’t really know why.
“So you do remember,” Deku says, smiling softly. “All those centuries ago, you saved me, Kacchan. And you said I planted the seeds of salvation in you long before that, so I’m here to pay back the favor and finish the work we started together.”
He kneels down in front of Katsuki and stretches out his hand. “That’s my next question. Do you want to join me? Do you want my help?”
Katsuki can feel himself trembling. He’s in shock and the exhaustion of centuries of fighting to get to heaven is welling up inside him. No matter what he does, he’s never good enough on his own. Even fighting as hard as he can, he can never make it to heaven. He hates to ask for help, hates to admit he needs it, but he doesn’t know what else to do anymore. Silently, unable to make himself speak, he takes Deku’s hand.
Deku helps him to feet and onto the bed, then straddles him, covering his forehead and cheeks and lips with quick kisses. The wings arch overhead and Deku is the only thing Katsuki can see.
Every touch from Deku goes straight to Katuski’s dick and he’s achingly hard already. He can barely remember how his limbs work well enough to hold Deku, return the gentle kisses with his own.
“I’m so glad you’re letting me help you, Kacchan,” Deku says, grinding against him and pulling a moan from Kacchan’s lips. “I’ve missed you so much. So, so much. I know how tired you’ve been, how much you’ve been fighting. We’ve all noticed. You’ve been trying so hard, but you need guidance. Direction. I’m here to give it to you.”
Katsuki leans forward and kisses Deku deeply, drawing back only enough to press their foreheads together as he replies. “Guide me, then,” he whispers.
Deku gives Katsuki one more kiss on the forehead and then clambers off, standing up and unzipping his own pants. “Here’s how this will work, if you consent to it.” His voice is firm and businesslike as he strokes himself slowly. “I’m going to dom you by fucking your face as hard as I possibly can until I cum…” He steps closer, cock right at mouth level, and adds, “ Or until you tap out.”
Katsuki opens his mouth, but before he can get Deku’s cock into his mouth, Deku places a hand on his shoulder and stares at him solemnly.
“I want to be clear here, Kacchan. You have to stop if it’s too much for you. I won’t be disappointed or mad. I just need to know. Three taps to my thigh will be our safeword. Do you consent to all this?”
Katsuki feels almost like he’s been hypnotized, still struggling to process everything, his world narrowed to just Deku’s body. But he’s lucid enough to understand what’s being asked of him. And to know how badly he wants it. He already knows there’s no way he’ll need to tap out. He can handle whatever Deku throws at him. But he still nods to reassure Deku.
“Three taps is the safeword. Got it.” He swallows, his mouth already watering. “I want this, Deku,” he promises and drops his jaw.
“I’m glad,” Deku replies. With that, he grabs Katsuki by the back of his neck and shoves Katsuki down onto his cock. He doesn’t start at full force, but he doesn’t start slow and easy either.
Katsuki grabs Deku’s hips to keep himself steady, but he lets Deku manhandle him, use him as he pleases. His jeans are painfully tight, but he doesn’t want to interrupt this to take them off.
Some distant part of his mind is absolutely terrified at the idea of being dominated by Deku, desperate to fight back, to prove that he’s stronger than Deku. But he’s not. He’s not stronger than an angel.
As Deku starts going harder and deeper, Katsuki starts gagging. Tears and snot stream down his face, but it’s fine. He can manage. Every time he thinks he’s adjusted, Deku picks up the pace even more. Katsuki just lets him. He couldn’t resist even if he wanted to. Drool flecks his lips as he starts to choke, but he can take. He can take it. Even as the relentless thrusts start bringing up bile, he doesn’t tap out. He wants to prove that he can handle this. Even for something as simple as a blowjob, he can’t bear the idea of not being good enough.
Before he actually pukes, Deku pulls out and pumps his hand up and down his length a couple times until he cums with a groan on Katsuki’s face. While Katsuki fights to catch his breath and coughs roughly to clear his throat, Deku gets some tissues from the nightstand and starts wiping off Katsuki’s chin.
“I told you to tap out when you needed to and you didn’t,” he says matter-of-factly.
A bolt of shame shoots down Katsuki’s spine. “I was alright,” he insists. “I could manage it.” His voice is smaller than he expected it to be.
Deku doesn’t answer immediately. The words hang in the air between them as he wipes down Katsuki’s face. His wings draw closer to his back and fold around his shoulders. Eventually he asks, “Are you lying to me?”
Katsuki’s whole body tenses at the accusation. His head whips up to snarl something back, but the words catch in his throat. He settles back down. “I thought I could manage it,” he corrects with a sigh.
Deku hums. “Thank you for telling me,” he replies. “I need to know why you thought you could manage it, though. You looked like you were about to puke. Telling me will let me help you more.”
It’s impossible to lie to Deku, really. He has an air of power about him now that Katsuki can’t ignore. Katsuki knows exactly how powerful angels are and as much as he tries to tell himself that’s the only reason for his cooperation, he hates the idea of hurting Deku too.
He blushes and looks down at his hands. “I wanted to. I wanted to give you everything you wanted. I thought I would be able to handle it if I was determined enough.”
“What I wanted,” Deku says, “was for you to tap out when it was too much for you.” He traces a few fingers down Katsuki’s warming cheek. “What I wanted was for you to know yourself and your limits. I stated this clearly, didn’t I? Please don’t make assumptions about what I want for myself.”
Katsuki can’t speak, overcome by embarrassment. It seems so obvious now, but he got caught up in the emotion of the moment. “I’m sorry,” he finally says. “I just… I don’t know where my limits are.”
He closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to see Deku’s burning into him. Reminds himself of why Deku is here. Why Deku came back for him. “I… I think I need your help.”
Soft wings and tender arms wrap around him, drawing him into a hug. Pressing his lips to Katsuki’s ears, Deku’s murmurs, “I’ll always be here to give it. Always.”
Katsuki’s arms latch around Deku’s shoulders as he feels the soft feathers brush against his skin. He buries his face in Deku’s neck and lets the tears fall.