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Katsuki eyed his computer sitting on the edge of his counter across the room. His fingers itched to open it and see all the dumb emails piling up. The thought of having to answer a bunch of stupid questions at a later point was already giving him a headache. 

But he had a point to prove. 

After walking into the office, bright and early at 8 AM sharp and finding Katsuki passed out along his desk with papers stuck to his cheek and in the same clothes he had been wearing the night before for the fifth time in the last two weeks, Denki had finally had it, apparently.

“You live like this?” Denki had said, propping his feet up against the edge of Katsuki’s desk and reclining backwards until the legs of the chair seemed dangerously close to tipping all the way back. 

Katsuki almost hoped they would.

He didn’t deign Denki with a response, instead stomping over to the bag of things he had packed and set aside earlier in the week. It wasn’t until he had pulled on a fresh, white button-up and stepped into a new pair of slacks that he even acknowledged Denki’s presence. When he noticed that Denki was still leaning dangerously on the back to legs of the chair, Katsuki walked past him to grab the cup of coffee set out for him on his desk and kicked his foot out, sending Denki scrabbling for purchase.

The undignified squeal that left Denki’s mouth might  be enough to fuel him through the rest of the day. 

Unfortunately, he managed to catch right himself before he actually fell totally backwards. “You’re welcome for that coffee, just by the way,” Denki griped, now fully on four legs.

“Thanks. It tastes like shit.” It was made exactly the way he liked it, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to say that now when Denki clearly has some point he’s trying to make.

“You’re the worst boss ever. Why did I ever agree to come work for you?”

“The even better question would be why the hell I ever offered you a position. All you do is annoy the fuck out of me.”

Denki let out an offended sound at that. “Excuse me! I keep all the annoying people here off your ass, dude. You’re welcome. ”

Katsuki knew that Denki was right, but again, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let him know that he knew that, so he merely offered a grunt in return. Denki was constantly fielding the calls and messages for him and only letting in the seriously important ones. He somehow even managed to get him out of stupid meetings half the time.

With a long sigh, Katsuki sat back down in his seat and rubbed harshly at his eyes. “What did you even want?”

“Some appreciation would be nice.” The glare he sent Denki’s way would have had anyone else shaking in their boots, but Denki was, unfortunately, immune to most of his looks by now. “Jeez. Chill. Alright, well Midoriya called and--”

“What the hell does that idiot want?”

Denki leaned forward in his seat, propping his elbow up on Katsuki’s table and resting his head in the palm of his hand. “Weird. Did you know that if you let someone finish their sentences then you find out what they were trying to say?”

“Have I mentioned that you annoy the fuck out of me lately?” Katsuki growled, reaching his hand forward to shove Denki’s face away from him.

“At least you’re getting fucked someway. ” The words were chipper as they came out of Denki’s mouth and they grated on his nerves. Katsuki rolled his eyes. “He just wanted to let you know he’d be in town for a little bit. Said to ask you if you had reconsidered his previous offers, whatever that means.” Denki pulled a note from inside his jacket and waved it at Katsuki. “Want me to get back to him?”

Snatching the bright yellow post-it note from Denki, Katsuki crumpled it in his palm. “No, I’ll deal with that idiot myself.” He looked away from the man in front of him, instead focusing on his computer screen, loud keyboard strokes filling the air as he navigated to his document review folder. “Jesus fuck. I have so much to do.”

“You know what would help, dude? If--”

“I’m your boss. Don’t call me dude.”

Denki plowed on, “If you went out on a date or something.”

With his fingers hovering above the keys, Katsuki stopped typing up the email he had been working on. “A date? How in the hell would that help anything .”

“Okay, so it wouldn’t help like...your work things but. You know,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Katsuki was two seconds away from kicking him out of his office for the next two weeks, consequences be damned, “it could help with other things. Like your mood, for starters.”

“The only thing wrong with my mood is you and the rest of the idiots I work for.”

Standing up, Denki rolled his eyes and turned to walk towards the door. “I can see you’re not ready for this conversation. Magic 8 Ball is telling me to try again later.” He took a large, loud (fuckin’ gross) slurp from his frozen coffee, and levelled Katsuki with a look. “If I catch you sleeping here again I’m calling Midoriya myself . You’re a sexy guy, Blasty. And an alpha. There’s no reason you wouldn’t be able to find a pretty omega to take home for a fun time.”

Katsuki’s nose scrunched at the thought. “I’ll pass.” A pause.

“You are zero fun.”

A pause. “And how the hell would you know that that’s what Midoriya was trying to get at anyway?” Katsuki called out, but it was too late. 

The sound of Denki’s laughter rang through his office as he slipped out of the door, narrowly missing getting hit by the slipper Katsuki found sticking out from under his desk. 

**********

Hours later found Katsuki sitting at his kitchen bar, laptop open in front of him, and a glass of gin in his hand. He brought the glass up to his lips and took a long pull, not even flinching at the burn of the alcohol as it went down. It wasn’t much worse than the emails he just had to read. How the hell was everyone else but him so stupid ? 

Not for the first time that night, Katsuki wished that he was back at the office where he could really dig into whatever the fuck these idiots were talking about and point out everywhere that their numbers and figures were wrong , but when he had tried leaving his office with the files under his arms, Denki had been waiting for him, another one of his gross ass drinks in hand, and managed to snag them from him before Katsuki could even react. 

He had a point to prove, damn it! But now he wished he would have fought back a little harder and he could already feel the headache he was in for tomorrow with all of the extra work he would have to do. There was a resounding slam as he shut his laptop. Fuck it. That’s tomorrow me’s problem, god damn it.

Katsuki stood up and rounded the corner into the kitchen, pouring himself another glass of gin and walking out to flop onto the couch. When he turned the TV on, he quickly found that there was nothing good on--the news was a shitshow, the movies were all the same, and he couldn’t stand the reality TV (locking people up to see how long they can go without fucking? What the fuck ? The thought of a bunch of horny strangers’ scents mixing and mingling made him want to vomit).

It was as he was flipping through the channels trying to find something halfway-decent that he saw it.

Deku’s stupid face filling his TV screen. 

And I thought tonight couldn’t get any more annoying. 

It seemed his dumbass matchmaking plan was paying off though, judging by the huge fucking building he was standing in front of with his name plastered all over it. Not to mention the suit that he was wearing (there was no way that he picked that out himself--he wouldn’t know fashion if it smacked him in the damn face). There was a girl hanging off of his arm, dressed just as nicely as him, and she was pressing a kiss onto his cheek. 

Deku opening his mouth and speaking was the final straw; he growled, turning the TV off and stomping into the kitchen to dump his glass in the sink. He continued his rampage through the apartment until his feet met the cool tile of the floor; reaching into the medicine cabinet above the sink, he pulled out a small white box, attempting to dumb the content into the palm of his hand but coming up empty. 

He shook it more vigorously, bringing it up to his eyes to peer inside to no avail: he was completely out of his patches. 

Fuck. How had he not known ? 

All of the nights spent at the office flashed in his head and he groaned. So his attention was focused on things other than his stupid ruts. He had shit to do and couldn’t be bothered. He’d just have to call his doctor tomorrow and get it filled.

Just another annoying thing to add to his list of shit to do...what’s one more stupid thing?

Deciding to call it an early night, Katsuki crawled into his bed with heavy limbs; the mattress and pillows here much more comfortable than the sofa in his office. There was a buzz as a text message came through. When he opened his phone he saw something from Denki waiting for him--clicking into it he realized he should have known better.

Staring back at him was an online ad for Deku’s business and it had been forwarded from the man himself. 

“Let Kacchan know that I’m going to be hosting a single’s mixer soon--we haven’t picked the person yet so there’s still time if he’s changed his mind! Maybe he’s too afraid though ;)”

That was all it said--Denki didn’t even type any dumb comment to go along with it. He knew he didn’t need to. 

Tell that fucker it’s on. I ain’t afraid of shit.

He threw his phone onto his bedside table, not even bothering to plug it in, and rolled over to face the other side of his room with a huff. He couldn’t explain the uptick in his heart rate, or the way something inside of him felt a little less tense than it had in a long time. 

It’s not like Deku was going to be able to actually find him anyone.

And it’s definitely not like he fucking wanted anyone, either. This was all just a way for him to remind Deku that he wasn’t some perfect shining star that knew better than him. Maybe he’d finally give up his useless attempts at setting him up. Katsuki was sick as hell of hearing them.

When he fell asleep that night, his dreams were of a big kitchen, fuzzy around the edges and a faceless figure--large, smelling of petrichor and something earthy, cooking something on the stove and laughing.  Time moved surreally, as it so often does in dreams, and there was Katsuki, in flashes, still in sleep clothes, much too big for him, and sipping on a cup of coffee one second and laughing around the rim. 

Then they were in some unfamiliar living room, furniture clearly pushed back into the blurred edges of his vision, and dancing around the cleared space. The music sounded far away, the scratch of a needle of a record rising and falling in volume. Staticky. The face of the other person never crossing his vision. 

In an instant, they were in bed, Katsuki watching himself do a crossword puzzle with glasses perched on the edge of his nose; a question was thrown to the other person, their back turned to both Katsukis, changing into pajamas and pulling their hair down from the bun it had been gathered into, the hair cascading along their shoulders.

Right as they were turning around, Katsuki woke up.

The only things he was left with in the morning were a lonely sense of longing he couldn’t explain and the picture of himself, happy with someone slipping away from his memory as the tendrils of sleep left his brain

**********

“I have to be honest, Kacchan. I was sort of surprised when Denki texted me and told me that you had agreed.” Deku brought the straw in his drink up to his lips and took a long drink.

Katsuki kicked his leg under the table. "Get that stupid look off of your face."

"I don't have a look, Kacchan. This is just my face ."

"Well your face is annoying. I don't know why I even bothered. I knew you'd be a little shit if I showed up." He moved the food around on his plate forcefully, some of it flying up into the air.

Deku snorted, causing Katsuki to glare at him, but he didn't say anything for a minute--something Katsuki was grateful for. After taking a bite of his own food, Deku rested his chin in his hand and looked at Katsuki carefully. Katsuki hated the way his stupid doe eyes always seemed to see right through him. "Alright. I'll consider doing...something about my face if you agree to actually let me help you."

"That's why I'm here, ain't it?" Katsuki barked.

"Well, you're here because you felt threatened by my little challenge, Kacchan. We both know that much. But I want you to actually participate." Deku smiled, his eyes squinting a little, the corners crinkling. "Unless you really don't think you're up for the challenge. I'll let you go and never mention any of this again."

For half of a second, Katsuki was tempted to not take the bait for once. The promise of not having to go through this whole facade is appealing as hell, especially since he knew there was no person out there that was worth his time. There was no one out there that he would want to drop his priorities for no matter what the circumstances were like he knew would be expected of him.

A thought came to him unbidden. Not even a thought really, more like a feeling that he couldn't quite grasp (wispy as it slipped through his fingers). The feeling of warmth draped across his back. The caress of words whispered in his ear. The scratch of a record player in a dimly lit room.

Then, it was all gone. Replaced his typical competitive nature, only urged on even more by Deku's presence.

"I'll be the best fucking client you've ever had, Deku. You'll be the one thanking me ."

**********

For some reason, they couldn’t finish their consultation at the little cafe by Katsuki’s apartment. Deku asked if they could go back to his office to finish things up because he wanted his assistants to be as informed as possible. As much as Katsuki didn’t want to, he agreed to it. (At the very least he could tell his mom to stuff it when she says that he’s never nice or considerate to Deku). 

From the outside, the building was relatively non-descript. It’s definitely high-end--proof of the success Deku has seen from his weird application of the observation skills he’s been honing ever since he was a cry-baby kid following Katsuki around everywhere with notebook after notebook. Inside, the lobby smelled only of the faint scent of neutralizer in the air.

“The elevator is just down the hall there. If you wanna go on ahead, I’ll let Mina and Shinsou know that you’re on your way.” Deku had paused at the front desk, smiling at the beta sitting behind it. “I have to take care of something here. I’ll be right up!”

“Whatever,” Katsuki said, hands stuffed in his pockets. When he passed the archway into the hallway, he heard a quiet hiss, noticing a small object protruding from the wall. The scent chemically-scent filled Katsuki’s nostrils and he felt like sneezing, but soon enough, it faded, replaced with the soft traces of clean linen.

It wasn’t much better, smelling too much like Deku (seriously, Deku was one of the only betas that Katsuki had ever known to actually have a scent strong enough to be recognizable. It’s like he’s trying to get under his skin every chance and has since they were kids). Once the elevator carries him to the correct floor, he’s ready to ask for a mask or something, but that would probably be considered rude or some shit.

“Hey! You must be the famous Kacchan!” a bubbly voice called out. 

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “It would fuckin’ seem that way.” In front of him stood a girl, the same one from the commercial he saw, and she was just as annoying in person as she had seemed on the TV. “Is this gonna take long?”

“Depends. How hard are you going to try to hide your deepest desires?” another voice deadpanned. He sounded like he wanted to be here even less than Katsuki. At least someone here had some damn sense. The man in question was spread out on the couch, one ankle resting on a bent knee as he scrolled boredly through his phone.

“Tch. I ain’t gonna hide shit.”

“Good. I’d love to go home tonight and I can already tell that the boss man won’t let me dip until we’ve got you all nice and figured out.” The guy, must be Shinsou, tipped his head to the side so he could stare at Katsuki.

Katsuki snorted. “Yeah, looks like you need some fuckin’ beauty sleep.”

Shinsou didn’t respond, instead returning his gaze to whatever was on his phone. A warm hand grabbed at his elbow and began to pull him towards a table in the center of the room. He could smell the warm sugar rolling off of this girl in droves and he really wanted a mask now. It was too damn sweet. “Get your hands offa me, lady.”

“Name’s Mina, actually.” Mina deposited him in a chair and sat across from him, propping her elbow on the table and resting her head in her palm. She levelled him with a big smile and a devious look. “So, Kacchan, tell me about yourself.”

“Name’s Bakugou, actually,” he shot back, causing her to snort.

“Note taken. Alright, Bakubro. What gets your engine going? You got a type?” Mina waggled her eyebrows. 

Katsuki rolled his eyes, inspecting his nails with a bored look on his face. “Not annoying.”

“You’re gonna have to give her more than that,” Shinsou said from his spot on the couch. “She won’t stop until she has you figured out.” He shared a commiserating look with Katsuki then. “Kinda like Izuku that way.”

“I don’t fuckin’ know.” It wasn’t a total lie. He knew that he didn’t like what everyone told him he should like...Mina moved, running her fingers through her hair before going back to twiddling the pen in her hand, and he caught another whiff of sugary-sweet smell, nose wrinkling. 

Her eyes caught his and she smiled. “Even small things will help us, you know.” 

There was the sound of fabric rustling right behind him and Katsuki’s couldn’t help the intake of breath he took. Shinsou leaned an arm over his shoulder, palm hitting the table. An earthy scent was all over him, all rosemary and bergamot. And  that, that was what he wanted. Mina giggled. “Go ahead and mark him down for deep and earthy.”

Rounding the table, Shinsou dropped down into the seat beside Mina, arms crossed over his chest. He smirked at Katsuki. “Caught ya.” The chair was tipped back onto its back legs, and Shinsou stared up at the ceiling, his face back to being void of any real emotion. 

“You’re not the first bachelor we’ve come across with an uncommon taste in partners, babes,” Mina cut in, sliding a paper over to him, one box already checked off. “But that requires honesty. Shinsou here,” she leaned her head on his shoulder despite his grimace, “is fantastic at getting into even the trickiest heads, but...it’ll be much easier if you just cooperate.”

“Yeah. And Izuku will be insufferable if we don’t find you someone. No one wants to deal with that. Don’t make me deal with that,” Shinsou said. “It’s exhausting.”

With one last look between the two of them, Katsuki pulled the sheet close to him. Right. He could fuckin’ do this. “Yeah, yeah...shut it.”

It was just a stupid questionare. 

About everything that made him tick.

Ignoring the racing of his heart, Katsuki started in on the paper.

The questions were dumb, and way too in-depth for his comfort, but Katsuki knew that if he phoned it in for this then he’d never hear the end of it. Before leaving, he handed in a paper that gave them the blueprint of what made him tick.

He tried not to be embarrassed, but it was hard.

This better be fucking worth it .

**********

Denki was sitting backwards in one of Katsuki’s dining chairs, slurping on some kind of bright green frozen drink. "You better not get that on my shit, asshole," Katsuki barked.

"Yeah, yeah." He took another long drink and sent a devilish smile towards Katsuki. "You ready to meet the love of your life tonight?"

Ripping the tie he had been in the middle of tying from around his neck, Katsuki snapped it in Denki’s direction. He snorted when Denki fell backwards onto his ass, his precious drink held high above his head. "Tch. As if . I'm just doing this shit to prove a point."

Katsuki unbuttoned the first two buttons on his dress shirt and felt a million fuckin' times better. "I'll get both of your annoying asses off of my back. Two birds, one stone."

"Alright. Whatever you say, buddy." Denki stood up and walked over to stand in front of Katsuki. He lifted a hand to his face and squinted his eyes, appraisingly. "Hmm. Just as I thought."

"What the hell are you doing?" 

"Well, you see…" Denki pulled at one of Katsuki’s cheeks and poked at his forehead. "You're gonna have to work on your whole...face thing. You look like a pissed alpha. Totally not the vibe you want man."

"I am a pissed alpha. You getting the hell away might help." Katsuki flicked Denki’s head, nearly biting his finger off when it got too close to his face again.

"Obviously. You're a giant piss baby." Laughing, Denki skipped out of the reach of Katsuki's fists. "But you also maybe wanna get laid at some point. So ease up, dude."

Katsuki decided to say fuck the tie. He hated them. If some stuck up fucker wanted to give him shit for it then he'd tell them to fuck off. "Why are you so invested in my sex life? Why don’t you go out and get fucked.”

“Oh, Blasty . Let me tell you about the Alpha I spent the night with last night. God--his muscles. And there were some points where it felt more like a fight than fucking which was way hotter than I thought it would be.” 

There were practically hearts in his eyes. Tch. Katsuki thought of himself, facing off against someone just as big as him, bigger, even, and he felt his nostrils flare as a flash of heat spiked deep in his stomach. Gnashing teeth, a fight for dominance...it all sounded--

“You ever fuck an Alpha, Bakubro?” The question sounded genuine. Not full of the usual bullshitting tone that Denki took with him.

“No,” Katsuki said, checking his watch as he stepped into his shoes. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to. “I gotta go get this shitfest over with.” He pointed a finger at Denki before flicking it in the air, gesturing at the space around them. “Don’t fuckin’ break anything. And you better be gone before I get home .”

Denki gave a mock salute. “Aye, aye. I’m totally gonna take advantage of your dope shower, but...don’t worry.” He sent an exaggerated wink in Katsuki’s direction. “I won’t cramp your style if you wanna bring someone home and have a little fun.”

There wasn’t any time to throttle the other man because he was running late. His phone was vibrating in his pocket, and when he pulled it out, Deku’s face filled his screen. “Yeah, yeah. I’m comin’.” Shooting a look towards Denki, he continued, “Had a pest I had to deal with.”

And with that, he was out the door.

**********

There were too many people here. Deku had introduced him in front of the room shortly after they arrived, but then he took off saying something about leaving him to fly on his own. Currently, he was standing in a small circle, a couple of omegas and a beta. There was the smell of spoiled milk wafting from one of them and Katsuki wanted nothing more than to hightail it out of there, but he told Deku he’d fucking win at this so he couldn’t.

One girl, her short hair the same shade of pink as the lipstick stuck to her teeth, leaned towards him, hooking her arm around his and squeezing his bicep. “So,” she sing-songed, “what do you do that keeps you so strong all the time.” Fingers dug painfully into his arm as she squeezed it again. She tipped her head to the side, the long line of her neck revealed, with a patch over the scent gland there. “How much does it cost to get your muscles like this? ”

Katsuki was glad that they were required for all members that attended these mixers; even with a patch, his nose was sensitive, picking up even the barest scent. Even now, he could make out what was probably supposed to be a sweet cream spilling from beneath it, but it just smelled spoiled and nasty to him. It was taking everything inside of him to not recoil.  

He knew that her question was probably meant to be an appeal to his “Alpha-ness”, but Katsuki could see right through it. It was fake as fuck and that shit annoyed him. “Pretty sure you got a run-down on my--”

Before he could finish his sentence, a woman broke away from another group and stepped up to them. “You know, it’s kind of tacky to get all up in people’s business like that, babe,” the new woman said, one hand on her hip as the other fluffed her hair. She made eyes at Katsuki while the other girl sputtered. “I think I’m gonna steal him away, if you don’t mind.”

“The whole point of this is to get to know each other, actually,” the woman, who Katsuki hadn’t cared enough to catch her name, retorted. It was pointless though, because Katsuki was already being pulled away. Normally, he’d bitch about getting man-handled like this, but he was honestly pretty fuckin’ grateful for this escape.

“Name’s Camie,” the new girl introduced herself. Katsuki couldn’t help but snort at the little wink and wave she shot over her shoulder at the group she was moving him away from. “Want a drink? Between you and me? There’s def some eye-candy at the bar.” 

Perfume and cigarette smoke wafted back to him in waves as she pulled him along behind her and it wasn’t the worst thing he’d been faced with all night. “I guess I probably owe you a drink or something for saving me from that shit.”

Camie laughed, smiling devilishly over her shoulder. “Drinks are free, sweetie. I’ll take having you in my debt though. I’m sure I can think of something else.” She dropped back into one of the seats at the bar, legs crossed, the short skirt she was wearing only accentuating her long legs. Her arm went up in the air, waving around to grab the bartender’s attention. 

“Like I said, there’s some real eye-candy here and,” Camie leaned forward towards Katsuki, “I hate to break it to you, but you’re like, mega cute and all, but def not my type. I just couldn’t take lookin’ at that constipated look on your face anymore, ya feel?” 

Katsuki sat down next to her, breathing a sigh of relief, though he wasn’t really sure why . “Trust me, I hardly wanna fuckin’ be here.”

“Trust me , babe. I think we can all tell that much.” Her eyes flicked somewhere further down the bar, and Katsuki followed them until he was looking at a huge fucking guy, dressed prim as shit and sitting ram-rod straight in his seat. “Now that is an Alpha I’d like to get into.”

“Really? Four eyes, over there?”

Camie laughed, eyes never leaving her target. “Sometimes you gotta follow your guts, ya know? The heart wants what the heart wants...or whatever those stuffy old people used to say.” She leaned forward, patting his hand. “Imma go shoot my shot.”

Katsuki knew there was probably some rule about club members trying to hook up with other club members at these things, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care. He watched as Camie approached four-eyes, flicking her hair over her shoulder, taking in the way that the guy floundered in her presence with a snort, when a deep voice called for his attention.

“Hey, man. Sorry I kept ya waiting! What can I get for you?”

Katsuki turned his head, nostrils flaring before he had even fully seen the guy in front of him. His heart picked up, leather and smoke and vanilla flooding his senses. The first thing Katsuki saw was a set of broad shoulders covered in flannel, a towel slung over one of them; as his eyes trekked up all his brain offered was big, holy fuck he’s so big. 

A sharp jawline entered his vision. Tan skin. Plush lips split in a big grin, and huge, red eyes staring back at him. 

“You good, man?” the guy asked, leaning forward, which only brought another rush of the incredible scent he was pumping out into the air. Katsuki’s mouth felt dry and he nearly growled. Shouldn’t he be wearing some kind of patch like everyone else here? 

His eyes caught sight of the patch wrapped around the underside of his wrist. And the one that was peaking out of the collar of his shirt. Well fuck.

Shaking himself out of it, Katsuki swallowed his urges. “How about your strongest fuckin’ drink?” 

“That bad out there?” The guy, Eijirou, according to the name tag pinned to his shirt pocket, asked. He poured Katsuki a glass of something dark and slid it over the counter. "Hopefully this helps. Don't want you to miss your chance to meet your soulmate out there." 

The wink he sent Katsuki’s way had his stomach twisting in knots, a weird feeling vibrating in his chest. "Tch. Right..." Katsuki did a quick survey of the room before turning back towards Eijirou with a wrinkled nose. For some reason, the curdled milk smell from earlier had managed to drift all the way across the room.

He was moments away from getting up to find Deku to ask about making that person leave because he couldn't fucking focus, when a deep bark of laughter sounded next to him. Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat at the sound and the way that Eijirou’s head fell back with it. "Man, I think you oughta get back out there...looks like someone really wants your attention."

Eijirou gestured with his head to where a woman was shrieking with laughter, eyes darting from who she was talking to to Katsuki every few seconds. Her arms pressed her tits together, leaving nothing to the imagination in her low-cut shirt. 

Katsuki wanted nothing to do with her.

"If they want to talk to me so bad then they better man up and come talk to me. I don't like playing games." He shot Eijirou a smirk, raising his brow. 

"Hey, man. That doesn't really feel fair. You gotta know you seem kind of intimidating, right? Your face practically screams 'don't talk to me'." Eijirou bent at the waist, draping his upper body over the counter and leaning closer into Katsuki's space. Katsuki’s eyes traced along the length of his back, his wide chest and shoulders tapering down to a small waist and pert ass. What would it feel like to take that in his hands?

He bit his lip, trying to control his thoughts, reel them back in before he got carried away. It was hard though with the way that Eijirou was only a few inches from his face and dripping his delicious scent all over the place. Katsuki’s fingers twitched around the glass he was holding. "And yet here you are talking to me just fine."

Eijirou laughed again, eyes finding Katsuki. His teeth were sharp, canines on full-display and Katsuki watched as he wet his lips, teeth dragging across the plush skin. "Yeah, well I don't scare easily."

Dragging his eyes more obviously along Kirishima’s face and form, Katsuki smirked, not sure where this sudden interest was coming from. And it really was interest...there was no denying the heavy feeling in his stomach and the thrumming underneath his skin that had him dying to get behind Eijirou and pin him down. He didn’t typically feel this way about other people, too concerned with his business to worry about relationships (or hookups because eugh ), but he really didn’t think he’d say so if this guy asked to sneak away and get their rocks off.

And, fuck...wasn’t that a god damn revelation. “Good to know that there’s at least one person worth a damn here.” 

He raised his glass, downing the contents. Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki could see the way that Eijirou lingered along the length of the bartop, a slight flush to his cheeks. His nostrils flared and Katsuki thought he might have heard a growl rumble lowly, but then there was the feeling of a hand at the small of his back. 

“Wow, the help is getting a little lazy tonight, don’t you think?” a haughty voice sneered. Eijirou straightened, whipping the towel from across his shoulder and starting to wipe the counter down. It was subtle, but Katsuki could sense the shift in his scent. It was darker, more thunderous, but the smile on his face was bright (albeit obviously forced ). “I’d like a dirty gin martini.”

The newcomer sat down at the empty seat next to Katsuki, legs spreading until his knees pressed into Katsuki’s thighs. He was blonde, hair perfectly coiffed, the suit he was wearing clearly expensive and tailored to fit him like a glove. Something about him had Katsuki on edge, and not in a good way. He heard a loud giggle further down the bar and caught sight of Camie looking at him and covering her mouth with her hand. 

“Now,” the guy added, waving his hands at Eijirou when he continued to stand there, eyes staring at the slowly dwindling space between the two of them. “And whatever he was drinking earlier too!”

Eijirou shook his head, lightly, stormy eyes shooting to Katsuki’s for a second and holding before he looked back at the annoying fucker. He laughed. “Sorry, sir. I’ll, uh. Get right on that,” he said forcefully. 

“Name’s Monoma Neito. Can’t help but notice that you haven’t said hello to me.” He held out his hand, and Katsuki took note of the excessive jewelry adorning his fingers. He clearly wants me to know how fuckin’ rich he is. As if I care. “Thought an alpha like you would wanna take charge, but,” his fingers inched forward, trailing along the inside of Katsuki’s arm, “playing hard to get is pretty hot, too, you know?”

A glass slammed in between them, Monoma moving his arm away to avoid getting hit. “For you, sir.” Katsuki’s glass was placed in front of him with more care. “And this one’s for you.” 

They stared at each other; Katsuki could see the tension in his jaw and all he wanted to do was go back to five minutes ago when Monoma wasn’t in his space and he didn’t have to worry about entertaining other people. “Thanks,” Katsuki grunted out, eyes not leaving Eijirou’s. “Apparently I’m gonna fuckin’ need it to deal with this jackass.” 

He thought he had said it quiet enough, but judging by the quiet snort that left Eijirou’s mouth, he hadn’t been successful. That was the only hint he gave as he wiped down the part of the counter he was standing in front of. Beside him, Monoma glared at Eijirou, offering a snide tilt of his mouth. “Is something funny?”

It was subtle, but Eijirou’s chest puffed when he turned to face Monoma. His lips curled up, showing the briefest hint of fangs before he seemingly thought better of it. Whipping the towel over his shoulder, Eijirou leaned his forearms on the bartop, pressing slightly into Monoma’s space. “Nah, sorry, man. You just reminded me of a funny joke I heard the other day.” 

Then, Eijirou pushed away from them, turning around and walking away--his broad shoulders moving in the exact opposite direction that Katsuki wanted. Not for the first time that night, he wondered what it might be like to have him underneath him, begging to be taken. 

Over his shoulder, Eijirou casually shouted out, “Well, if you need me, I’ll be in the back taking care of some stuff.” Red eyes flashed to Katsuki’s and he knew . 

Fuck the rules. Fuck Deku.

He  only saw one person here even interesting enough for a second glance. Even if he had only spent the last half-hour with the guy, even if he barely knew him...wasn’t Denki the one that told him he needed to get out and have some fun every now and then? 

The stool made a sound as it slid across the floor. Standing up, Katsuki looked out around him, gaze looking for something in the crowd--something that would tell him that he shouldn’t fuckin’ do whatever the hell he wanted-- but all he saw was a sea of extras. 

Monoma made an affronted noise in the back of his throat when Katsuki brushed past him. 

“Gotta take a piss,” Katsuki said distractedly, not even bothering to look at Monoma while he marched to the back of the room. He was careful not to bump into anyone, not wanting to be stopped or pulled into a conversation with anyone else.

Not wanting to miss this opportunity.

Anticipation sparked in his stomach, building up to lick at his ribs with every step he took. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, Katsuki smelled Eijirou before he saw him. The heavy wave of leather hitting his nose and making his nostrils flare, head snapping towards the open doorway a few feet down the hallway.

Saliva was pooling in his mouth (weren’t the damn patches supposed to prevent this shit?), and when vanilla joined the earthy leather, he picked his pace up, long strides taking him closer to wear Eijirou was hidden away. 

He rounded the door, Eijirou’s shoulders filling his view, and he reached a hand out to spin him around roughly. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

A look of surprise flashed across Eijirou’s face, but then he smiled. Katsuki began taking steps to close the scant distance between the two of them almost on auto-pilot. “Nah, man.” Eijirou’s voice was husky, and he cleared his throat, eyes darting all over Katsuki’s face, dipping lower every now and then before he could catch himself. “Did you need something?” 

Glass clattered to the floor as Katsuki’s foot knocked a box full of empty bottles over--it would see that they were in some kind of back storeroom, judging by all of the miscellaneous items piled up--, but he was focused on the bob of Eijirou’s Adam’s apple. “Yeah, actually. I got a couple problems, and for some reason I think you might be able to help me out.”

The room they were in was small, and as Eijirou’s back hit one of the shelving units along the wall, Katsuki closed in on him. Eijirou breathed out, the air leaving him in one quick motion. His eyes were wide as they stared back at Katsuki, but he wasn’t saying no. Wasn’t putting up any kind of protest. 

Hell, it almost seemed like he was baring his neck a little.

And that sure did something to Katsuki, his eyes catching on the fabric covering the fantastic scents (either they were fucking faulty or he had so much more to look forward to if they were out of the way) and he growled. “This okay?” he asked as an afterthought, one hand moving to rip at the patch.

The sound sparked something in Eijirou, and he pushed back lightly against Katsuki, his own lips curled in a snarl, but his eyes were glazed, pupils dilated in arousal. Their chests bumped-- Katsuki was thrilled to find out that Eijirou felt just as damn muscular as he looked-- and when he was pushed back a step, Katsuki felt a thrill rush through him.

Guy’s got some fight in him.

Fuckin’ hot.

Katsuki pushed back harder, arms caging Eijirou in against the wall, chests pressed tightly together, feet tangled beneath them. His own cock was filling in his pants. “You gotta tell me if you’re fuckin’ cool with what we’re doing. I know I’m hot shit, but I ain’t gonna force myself on you if I got shit mixed up. Got it?”

All at once, Eijirou melted in his hold. His eyes fluttered shut before snapping open again to stare Katsuki down. Sure hands wrapped around Katsuki’s waist, pulling them in closer, and Katsuki could feel the length of Eijirou’s hard cock pressed against his. “Fuck, man.” His voice wavered slightly, but his gaze was heavy and sure. “If you don’t kiss me now, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Thank fuck.” Katsuki dove in, meeting Eijirou’s lips in a rough kiss. He groaned, tilting his head and licking at the plush lips. With one of his hands, he blindly reached out to tear the patch off of Eijirou’s neck. He could feel Eijirou wince slightly at the action, but he didn’t pull away; instead he grabbed Katsuki’s hair in his hand and tugged him closer. One of his legs slid between Katsuki’s and his hips bucked forward to rub his cock against him. 

“God...been looking at you all night. Did you know that?” Eijirou panted out when they pulled away to catch their breath. 

Rather than answer him, Katsuki ducked his head to bury his nose into the junction where neck and shoulder met, the skin there now free of an annoying patch. “That so?” The words were muffled, but he didn’t really care, not when he was being presented with something as delicious as this.

He wanted more. Maybe even needed it.

Katsuki’s tongue licked a stripe along the scent gland on Eijirou’s neck, taking pride at the low groan the action elicited, and the way that Eijirou’s knees buckled. 

“Maybe we--aah--shouldn’t be doing this.” Despite his words, Eijirou allowed himself to be maneuvered to the right, until his back was flat against the wall, the two of them somehow managing to not trip over their feet in their haste. 

“You wanna stop?” Katsuki snipped, pulling his head up to stare Eijirou. He pressed his cock against Eijirou’s, rubbing them together slowly, the friction tantalizing. “Taste so fuckin’ good, Eijirou.”

Teeth clashed together as Eijriou grit them, his head falling back to hit the wall. “Fuck. No, ‘course I don’t want you to stop, man.” One of his large hands fell to Katsuki’s hips, holding him still while he rutted against him. “It’s just…” The other hand waved towards the door. “You’ve got all those people out there.”

Katsuki pulled Eijirou’s face until they were staring at each other's eyes. "Yeah, and everyone out there is annoying as hell." He leaned in, their lips meeting again in kiss, this one slower than the last. Katsuki's teeth pulled at Eijirou’s bottom lip before slipping his tongue in his mouth. 

Their tongues tangled, each pulling groans and sighs from the other person which every slide and nip. "I'd much rather be here with you," Katsuki continued. 

Eijirou nodded, but before he could say anything, a voice called out for Katsuki.

"Kacchan? Are you back here?"

"Fuck."

The two of them jumped apart just as Deku passed the doorway. His head swiveled in on them, nose scrunching up. “What’s that smell?” Eyeing their rumpled clothes and red cheeks suspiciously, Deku continued, “Are you starting fights again, Kacchan? It reeks of alpha in here.”

Katsuki looked to Eijirou, trying to meet his eye, but the other refused, eyes staying trained on the ground. The sooner they could get Deku off their backs, the sooner they could return to what they had been doing before the rude interruption. “The fuck? I wasn’t figh --”

“Oh, it wasn’t anything like that, man!” Eijirou interrupted, looking at Deku. There was a wide smile on his face, but something about it wasn’t sitting right with Katsuki. “I bumped into some stuff in here and Katsuki here came to my rescue.” He rubbed his neck. “Nothing inappropriate. Promise!”

Deku smiled and Katsuki just wanted him to leave . “Oh, sure!” He shot Katsuki a curious look, but didn’t mention anything further. “Well, we better get out there, Kacchan. Lots of people out there anxious to meet you.”

“Yeah! I better get back out there too. I wouldn’t wanna keep anyone waiting on their drinks.” Finally, Eijirou met his gaze, but it almost looked like an apology. “Go on, I can finish up here real quick. Thanks again, man.”

Katsuki resisted the tug on his arm at first, ready to snap at Deku for trying to ruin this for him. He was having fun , just like everyone always told him to do. So why did he have to stop? Who cared about all of the other people out there? But then Eijirou nodded his head towards the door.

A clear dismissal.

Ripping his arm out of Deku’s hold, Katsuki stomped away. “Yeah, whatever…” he mumbled.  There was a strong urge inside of him to march back to Eijirou and get back to what they had been doing. They’d been having a good time before Deku barged in. He fucking thought so anyway…

It’s not like he was pissed at Eijirou or anything. If he changed his mind or whatever that was fine , but that dismissal still fucking stung. Katsuki paid careful attention to placing one foot in front of the other, putting more distance between himself and Eijirou. It felt like if he didn’t focus on his steps, following Deku back out into the shark tank, he worried that he was going to turn and run back to Eijirou, demand another chance to prove himself.

His Alpha was growling inside of him, whispering snide remarks about inadequacy and failure. 

Fucking stupid .

Maybe it was a good thing they were interrupted. Maybe he had had a little too much to drink. (He hadn’t.) This infatuation (and failure) with a stranger made no sense to him and...yeah. There was a reason he didn’t go out and get mixed up with people, even for a casual hook-up. All the hormones and shit were annoying. 

A wet...something...hit his face. 

“The fuck?”

“I’m not kidding, Kacchan. You stink . What’s up with that?” 

Katsuki took the wet wipe that had fallen to his shoulder and wiped down his neck and face, even his wrists and hands. He probably did reek. Deku had stopped them just short of the doorway to the main room, but he could still smell Eijirou, even through the distance and walls between them. Tossing the used wipe into a garbage can tucked to the side of the hallway, Katsuki tch’d. “Told you already. Needed to piss and noticed Eijirou needed some help.”

“Pardon me if I don’t automatically believe that you went out of your way to help someone. A stranger. ” Coming from anyone else, Katsuki might have taken offense, but Deku somehow managed to make it sound fond . 

Eugh.

“Here. Looks like you might need a new patch.” He tossed a neatly packed scent patch at Katsuki, raising his brow at Katsuki, eyes shining mischievously. “Got something to--”

The patch on his neck did feel heavier than it should though, full of all the shit his body produced when Eijirou sent him into overdrive. “Fuck off, twerp.” Katsuki stuffed his hands in his pocket, stepping back into the room. “Time to get this over with I guess.”

“You sure sound enthusiastic about meeting your soulmate, Kacchan. Might wanna tone it down.” 

“Yeah, yeah.”

And with that, Katsuki made his way to the crowds of people to mingle, hating every single second of it.

Occasionally, Camie would step in, pulling him away when shit was getting too awful. Somehow, she seemed to know right when he was getting ready to blow. They always ended up back at the bar, but that only served to put him in a worse mood, the longer the night went on--for some reason, Eijirou wouldn’t meet his eyes. Every time he tried to get his attention for a drink, he spoke in what Katsuki could only describe as an annoying customer-service voice. 

It wasn’t anything like they’d had earlier, and even though it couldn’t have been more than an hour ago, Katsuki found himself needing that stupid smile and challengeing eyes, and the deep laugh he was sharing with other patrons. It felt like the only thing that had done any good at calming his nerves and irritation the whole night. 

Stupid.

At the end of the night, Deku pulled him to the side to ask him who he would like to set up dates with at a later date. It was hard to focus on the words coming out of his mouth when all he could smell was something acrid floating to him from behind the bar, the unpleasant smell sticking to the inside of his nostrils; it was so unlike the heady, sweet, addictive scent that Katsuki had the pleasure of tasting on his lips earlier, and Bakguou just wanted it back.

He didn’t want to think about anyone besides Eijirou. Didn’t want to think about anything else besides getting him back to his place (or Eijirou’s. He wasn’t fuckin’ picky), and finishing what they had started earlier.  It felt dramatic. It probably was . It didn’t change the fact that it was true.

But clearly, Eijirou had had a change of heart and didn’t want anything to do with him. It left Katsuki racking his brain for what he could have done wrong. What he did that would leave Eijirou avoiding his eyes and finding any reason not to get within 10 feet of him unless he had to. 

Past Deku’s shoulder, Katsuki watched as Eijirou gave a final wipe to the countertop in front of him and collected the small pile of bills that had accumulated in a tip jar set to the side. There was something off in the way he was moving, but before Katsuki could go over and demand answers, he walked along the side of the room towards the door; he slid past people with polite excuse me ’s and a smile that didn’t meet his eyes until he had stepped through the door and out of Katsuki’s line of sight.

**********

“Hey, fuckface. We’re going out. Now. And you’re buying all of my damn drinks,” Katsuki barked at his phone sitting on the counter beside his bathroom sink. He splashed warm water against his face, scooping up a small amount of the fancy cleanser his mother threw at him the last time she had stopped by onto his fingers. 

“What? Tonight?” Denki squawked. “How do you know I don’t have anything going on?”

“You got plans?” Katsuki patted his face dry, wiping the towel down his neck to dry up the stray droplets that had splashed there. “I don’t care. Cancel them.”

“Why?” The question was suspicious, but Katsuki could hear shuffling on the other end, the sound of blankets being thrown to the side and the clink of a belt buckle as it was fiddled with. 

Tugging a plain white t-shirt that managed to hug his body and hang loose in all the right places, Katsuki checked his appearance in the mirror. There was an irritated twitch in his eye that he couldn’t seem to get rid of, but hopefully after a few drinks (or a dozen, fuck), it would stop. “You wanted me to get out more, right?”

“Yeah, man, but it’s,” Denki paused, “7 PM on a Friday night. Shouldn’t you still be working?”

Katsuki stood in his living room, eyeing the closed laptop on his couch. He’d tried to get as much done that morning, but there was still so much he hadn’t been able to finish, deadlines speeding towards him…”I sure fuckin’ wish I was, but you conned me into agreeing to Deku’s shitty ploys and I had those go out on dates that were a total waste of time. And now, you’re gonna pay for me to drink until I forget them. Got it?”

“Shit, dude. They were that bad? Meet me at the bar down the street from the office?”

Shoving his feet into a pair of boots, Katsuku grunted and hung up the phone. He exited his apartment, stomping down the stairs and bracing himself against the wind as he trekked towards the train station. 

**********

Denki threw his head back, laughing so hard that he nearly choked on the drink he’d just taken. “You did what? ”

“Listen, Sparky. You weren’t there. This chick was throwing herself at this big, four-eyed fucker and he wasn’t getting the hint .” Katsuki rocked back in stool, the front legs leaving the floor. “So, I had to fuckin’ do something about it. Camie was annoying, but shit, she kept the fuckin’ extras away the whole night. I owed her.”

“So you, what? Picked this poor guy just to show up in all your grump-ass glory to yell at him for being a wimp and throw a number in his face?”

Smirking, Katsuki levelled himself back on all four legs. “Yeah, and I stood there while he fucking called her and asked her out too. You should’ve seen this giant fucker practically shaking in his khakis. Did I mention it was a shitty coffee shop? What a boring date.” Katsuki made a face as he remembered the stuffy atmosphere and all the pretentious people scattered around the room trying to look more cultured than they really were. 

Denki shook his head and took a sip from the straw; he spun the bright purple umbrella between his fingers as he spoke, “Coffee dates are like...standard, dude. You’re just dramatic.”

“They are so fucking boring ,” Katsuki complained. “And then I had to meet the second fucker.”

Raising his eyebrow, Denki snorted. “Didn’t you pick these people?”

“I was a little preoccupied,” muttered Katsuki. He punched Denki’s shoulder, speaking louder this time. “I didn’t even care by the end of the night honestly. I had my shit to take care of with that Iida guy, and then I just...picked someone randomly. Didn’t realize it’d end up being the most annoying fucker there.”

“But, no. It was that annoying Monoma guy that spent the entire time trying to woo his way into my pants with his shitty personality. We ended up at a damn art gallery with a bunch of other stuck-up people. Was he trying to show off his high-class? His wealth? Newsflash, fucker. I’ve got my own fucking money.” 

Katsuki was just about to wave down the bartender when a full glass was slid in front of him. His head snapped up with a sharp inhale, and his mouth filled with a familiar and dangerously intoxicating scent--Eijirou Kirishima. “Man, that’s rough! Too bad it didn’t go better!” 

Eijirou’s voice was trying for cheerful, and his face looked friendly as ever--big smile, dimples, eyes crinkled at the corners--but Katsuki shoved aside the feelings that were pooling inside of him at the sight, did his best to ignore the buzzy feeling zipping up and down his skin at the addicting leather and vanilla combo washing off of the other man in waves despite the material across his neck. 

“Well, I remember having a pretty good time with you , but that didn’t really end so well either, shitty hair.”

The big smile on Eijirou’s face melted off, replaced with something smaller and more unsure, and his eyes widened. Beside Katsuki, Denki’s head swivelled between the two men, straw of his colorful drink poked between his lips.

“And who is this tall drink of water?” Denki asked, turning completely around in his seat, no trace of subtlety at all, leaning so far into Katsuki’s space that Katsuki was tempted to knock him back on his ass.

“No one,” Katsuki said at the same time that Eijirou stuck his hand out to Denki and introduced himself.

Denki took the proffered hand easily, eying the bulge of arms shamelessly. “Denki Kaminari. How did you have the fortune of meeting this grumpass?”

“Uhhh.” Eijirou scratched nervously at his neck, eyes darting around as if looking for an escape, any stray customer waiting to be served, but the bar wasn’t very busy tonight and it looked like the other bartender had everything under control. “Well, I was--”

“He was at the stupid mixer shitty Deku set up for me.”

“Oh? And you didn’t pick this guy immediately?” Denki leaned his head on Katsuki’s shoulder, hand dropping underneath to counter to pat at his leg. “No wonder you’re still single. You have no taste. ”

A thick wave of leather and spice and vanilla hit Katsuki’s nose all at once and the reaction was almost immediate. He could feel the sharp tip of his canines bite at his lip as he tried to clench down. Wave after wave of the scent came in and Katsuki tried twisting his head this way and that in search of where it was coming from. 

It took too long to recognize that it was coming from Eijirou . He should have known, especially after getting so acquainted with it the other day. Eijirou was standing at the bar, eyes glued to Denki; his nose wrinkled, lips pulling away from his teeth in what Katsuki could tell was a restrained sneer.

Denki was oblivious, too distracted by a text on his phone. He leaned in closer to Katsuki though, sniffing the air, before wiping his nose against Katsuki. “D’ya smell that too?”

If Katsuki had the spare brain space for sarcastic comments, he would have liked to roast Denki for being such a stupid fucker, but as it was, he couldn’t pull his thoughts or eyes away from the man in front of him. Eijirou hadn’t moved from where he stood, but Katsuki could see the way that he was battling his restraint; his eyes were bouncing back and forth between them, neck rolling from side to side, fingers clenching the counter so tight that Katsuki was worried that he might snap part of it off.

If he had claws, Katsuki was sure that Eijirou actually would have done it by now.

Someone stepped behind Eijirou. He was a tall, lanky guy, arms tatted up and down with hardly any blank space. His hair was cut into what looked like a modern mullet and Katsuki thought it might even be worse than EIjirou’s shitty spiked do.

There was no patch anywhere in sight.

A beta.

“You stink , dude. Cut it out,” the man said. He placed his hand on shoulder and twisted Eijirou around to face him a little more. Undeterred by the way that Eijirou puffed up, large body dwarfing him by quite a bit. He continued speaking, this time in a whisper, but Katsuki could still make out the words. “We really gonna do this again? What’s up with you, dude? Go cool off, please.”

Eijirou’s eyes flashed to Katsuki, nostrils flaring as he took several quick breaths through his nose. “Sorry, Sero,” he said, offering an apologetic look; Katsuki watched as Eijirou stalked off, shoulders tense. 

The door he walked through slammed shut behind him.

Katsuki counted to 60 in his head before he launched himself off of the seat and followed after him, completely ignoring the Employees Only sign and the shouts of Sero behind him. He was annoyed. Pissed off. He didn’t know what he did to grab Shitty Hair’s ire and it was time to get to the bottom of it.

He was no stranger to being the reason people were pissed, but usually he knew why . Katsuki hadn’t done anything this time.  

There was no denying the smoky scent rolling off of him in waves, a response to Eijirou’s whole huffing and puffing show out there. The Alpha in him felt threatened ( turned on ) and was calling him to show off just how strong and capable he was. It didn’t make any damn sense and Katsuki had never felt so overpowered but his stupid hindbrain. 

It was irritating as shit .

Eerily similar to the last time they met, Katsuki rounded the corner and saw Eijirou standing in the back, trying to collect himself. He had his back to Katsuki, shoulders rising and falling as he panted, growls still racking his body as his form practically shook with them. One fist came up and slammed against the wall with a fierce smack. 

“Hey,” Katsuki shouted in a gruff voice. “The hell is your problem, huh?”

Eijirou didn’t turn around. Didn’t even tip his head in Katsuki’s direction. “Stop, Katsuki. Go, away please,” he said, grinding the last part out between his teeth.

Reaching forward, Katsuki gripped Eijirou by the shoulder, spinning him around roughly. “The hell did I do to you?”

“Quit it, man. This isn’t the time .”

Katsuki placed one hand on Eijirou’s chest and pushed him backwards. “Like I said earlier, last time I checked, we were having a damn good time. I don’t know what the hell I did , but you can drop the damn Alpha Man thing. It’s pissin’ me off.”

He leaned in close, snarling so that his sharp teeth were on display. “I ain’t fuckin’ scared of you.”

Despite all of this being true , he was annoyed and he wasn’t afraid of Eijirou, he couldn’t stop the doubt that was forming in his chest and making all the thoughts in his head get jumbled up. Katsuki wasn’t one to care about what other people thought of him, and to be honest, what people thought of him wasn’t usually great anyway. But now, for some reason, this one guy was making him question everything. All they had was a sloppy makeout in the back of a bar under their belts--it shouldn’t be enough to drive him this nuts, but here he was, cornering Eijirou and picking a fight.

Eijirou seemed to deflate a little, head tilting to the side with a low groan; his eyes were hooded and the scent of leather and vanilla filled the small space instantly. If Katsuki weren’t wearing patches, he’d probably be able to taste it on his tongue. He licked his lips and took a deep breath through his mouth, head going light for a second.

He was getting distracted.

“You gonna answer me?”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“That’s rich. What’s your fuckin’ probelm with me, then?”

Eijirou stared at Katsuki and growled. “I don’t have a problem with you.” He pushed back against Katsuki’s arm, but was unable to move him. “That guy was all over you. I don’t know.”

Quieter this time, “Listen, man. I don’t know what’s going on. You’re right,” Eijirou closed his eyes. “I had a good time the other day. But it was a mistake, probably. There was a whole room of people flocking to get to know you.”

“Look, I’m just a bartender, Katsuki. The only reason I was there was to serve your suitors. Locking lips was never supposed to be in the cards for us. And now I’m acting like a damn caveman whenever I see you which is like, mega embarrassing by the way. You’ll have to excuse me for not wanting me to be around you.” 

Katsuki stared with narrow eyes. “Those people were all shit.”

“I’m sure there are others that are less shitty and just as willing.”

Pressing closer, Katsuki growled again, enjoying the way that he could feel Eijirou shiver beneath him. He didn’t stop until their bodies were pressed flush against each other. “And what if I told you I actually wanted to take you out on a date?”

Eijirou snorted. “I’d say you’re dumb. You don’t know me.”

“I know that I like the way you taste on my lips.” Katsuki smirked, heart fluttering at the way that Eijirou eyes fluttered shut at the compliment. “I like the way you feel under my hands.”

Your laugh makes me giddy and your smile is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, he added in his head, finding that both were true. There was no way he’d be saying them out loud though. 

It looked like Eijirou was ready to give up whatever pretense he had set for whatever was going on between them. At the last second, he shook his head, offering a sad smile to Katsuki. Katsuki tried not to feel disappointed, but he still did.

Truthfully, Eijirou was right. They hardly knew each other. They shared a couple hours together, swapped spit and scents, and then left each other horny and awkward. There was really no real loss for Katsuki if he just said fuck it, this isn’t worth it .

“Give me your phone,” Katsuki found himself saying. He took a step back--the air around them had cleared substantially, both of them seeming to be much calmer than before--and held out his hand expectantly.

For a second, Katsuki thought that Eijirou was going to ignore him, but then there was a hand in his phone, the screen on it chipped in a couple places. There was no passcode on it. “You really are an idiot. What are you doing without a code?”

Eijirou shrugged, ignoring the question. “What are you doing?”

Katsuki tapped away on the phone, adding himself in Eijirou’s contact list. He tucked the phone into the pocket of Eijirou’s pants after turning the screen off. “There’s my number. I’m fully fucking serious about wanting to take you out. But like I said before, I ain’t gonna force you into anything, so.” 

He took a step back reluctantly. “I don’t do...this, Eijirou. And I feel stupid putting myself out here like this, but fuck it. You ever change your mind? Text me or some shit.” Before he walked back out into the bar, he added, “And quit it with that dumb Alpha shit. Me and Sparky? Not a chance in hell . You have fuck all to be jealous of or whatever.”

**********

Katsuki stalked out of the room, hands shoved in his pockets, trying not to regret leaving Eijirou behind. Trying not to feel like an idiot for giving out his number when it seemed pretty apparent that maybe Eijirou just wasn’t interested. 

It didn’t matter now, anyway. He already did it and there was no taking it back. 

Eijirou would call, or he wouldn’t , and Katuski’s life could maybe get back to fucking normal now. He had done the stupid mixer that Deku set up. He had gone on the lame ass dates like he was supposed to. And he had successfully proven Deku wrong . Put a dent in his success rate.

Silver linings.

He only felt moderately bad for dragging Denki away from the bar where it looked like he was putting out mega feelers in the lanky bartender’s direction. If the bedroom eyes weren’t enough to make Katuski want to puke, the sickly sweet scent he was pouring out as he leaned over the bar sure was. 

And it kind of seemed like Sero was interested too.

At least one of them had a chance at getting their rocks off.

Not tonight though. Sorry, Sparky, but you’re with me .

**********

Every morning, Katsuki woke up, went for a run, showered, checked phone, and went to work.

There were never any texts.

But there was a lot of work to be done, so it didn’t matter.

It was fine. Eijirou was a stranger.

Life went on.

**********

There was one day, a few weeks after Katsuki had given his number to Eijirou, that he stepped outside his office to run something by Denki, but he was stopped in his tracks.The bartender, (Sero, Katsuki remembered Denki saying one day over their lunch break), from the same place that Eijiriou worked at was slouched in a chair on the other side of Denki’s desk; his feet were propped up and crossed at the ankles, head thrown back in laughter over something.

He didn’t know how he missed the stench from his office--it stank out here, and even from that far away, Katsuki could see that the patches on Denki’s neck were soaked through. 

Sero didn’t need them, his body not equipped with the same shit as them. 

Judging by the dopey looks he was shooting at Denki, his intentions were just as obvious though.

Katsuki checked his phone. Still nothing.

He slipped back into his office, attempting to do it without anyone noticing but failing when he stubbed his toe on the doorframe. 

“Hey, man!” Sero called out to him with a relaxed air, almost like they were friends, but they really only knew each other from that encounter at the bar. “It’s been a minute. 

“Yeah.”

“You should stop by the bar again, man.” 

Katsuki grit his teeth, shoulders tense, wishing he were anywhere else. “I don’t think that’s a good fuckin’ idea.” 

Sero stared at him like he was looking for the answer to something. Katsuki wasn’t sure if he found whatever the hell that was, but after a few seconds, he raised his eyebrow but didn’t push any further. For that, Katsuki already liked him a little more. Maybe even more than Denki. 

“Ah, well,” Sero kicked his feet to the ground, leaning in to press a kiss to Denki’s cheek (Katsuki took back what he said before), and waved to them. “I forgot I had something I have to go take care of. See ya later.”

Katsuki rushed back into his office, locking the door before Denki could try to weasel his way inside.

**********

Stepping outside of his office building, the last to leave as usual, Katuski’s stomach growled. He started down the blessedly empty sidewalk and considered his options for food. After all of the calls and meetings he had to endure today, Katuski was feeling mentally and physically drained, and cooking sounded like the last thing he wanted to do.

As he was perusing the selection of bento on the shelves in front of him at the konbini near his place, he heard his phone go off in his pocket. He ignored it, opting to grab one of the bentos at random and a bottle of soda before heading to the counter to check out. 

It went off again as he was heading out, but still, he ignored it. Whoever it was would have to wait until Katuski had the patience to deal with any type of conversation. 

By the time he stepped into his apartment, Katsuki’s phone had already gone off another two times and as soon as he was able to set his things down he pulled his phone out, fully expecting to see a string of texts from Denki riddled with stupid memes.

The texts were not from Denki though.

They weren’t even from a number he had saved in his phone.

[unsaved number] 8:06 PM: hey, man

[unsaved number] 8:11 PM: shit. This is Eijirou btw

[unsaved number] 8:23 PM: sorry it took so long to text. Gotta be honest...I was kind of  nervous to text you

[unsaved number] 8:25 PM: i still am but do you maybe wanna hang out sometime? 

Katsuki stared in disbelief. Shit. Eijirou actually texted him? He didn’t hesitate any longer when replying.

[me] 8:30 PM: it’s about damn time

[me] 8:30 PM: you asking to take me out on a date, shitty hair?

For some reason, Katsuki didn’t know if it was because of the circumstances they met or the way that Eijirou seemed to send his brain into overdrive over practically nothing , but Katsuki really wanted it to be a date. He had already laid his intentions out pretty fucking clearly. 

It was Eijirou’s turn now.

The reply took so long to come through that Katsuki started to think that Eijirou had changed his mind and that would be the end of the conversation. Leaning over his kitchen counter, he dropped his head against the marble countertop. This is so stupid. He was gearing up to cut his losses and vow never to let Denki or Deku convince him he needed to find a relationship when his phone vibrated loudly next to his head.

Katsuki bolted up, immediately opening it up.

[Eijirou] 8:42 PM: yeah

[Eijirou] 8:42 PM: like a date

The way that his stomach swooped when he read those words was embarrassing, but there was no denying it. He felt good . It felt like a second chance at something. Katsuki wasn't sure what , but he knew that he needed to prove himself.

Maybe it was a weird bid at proving to people that he was capable of something like this. Even if he didn't necessarily want it, he could still do it. He could still be exactly what someone would want in a partner.

Katsuki didn't like showing weakness, and after this whole matchmaking debacle and how unspectacularly he did...it felt like a real problem.

He thought of Eijirou's laugh. Thought about how pliable he seemed to become under Katsuki's hands. A big, strong Alpha, all sharp teeth and fierceness just like him, submitting.

This time, when Katsuki's stomach swooped, it was for a totally different reason.

And, okay. Maybe his drive had to do with Eijirou as well, but Katsuki wasn't sure what to make of that quite yet.

Their conversation didn't end there; it was as if a dam had been broken and the stream of texts was near constant. They talked about anything and everything. That night, Katsuki fell asleep in his bed, phone still in his hand and propped on his chest, but there was a smile on his face.

He wouldn't remember in the morning, but his dreams that night left a feeling of home and safe and it was probably the best he had slept in a long time.

**********

The following weekend found Katsuki waiting outside of the entrance to a park, dressed in loose shorts over a pair of black leggings. The boots on his feet were heavy and scuffing the dirt as he paced back and forth. Eijirou had called him not too long ago to let him know that he was running just a little bit late.

It was pretty early, just a little after 6 in the morning, and Katsuki had actually taken the day off of work. He hadn’t told anyone why, but judging by the suspicious have fun today text he got from Denki, someone (Sero, because of course he and Eijirou didn’t just work together but were actually fucking friends ) had spilled the damn beans. 

Katsuki wasn’t really trying to hide anything, but a small part of him was worried. He had put off dating for so long. Had told people over and over again that he didn’t need anyone else and didn’t want anyone else, but here he was after a week of exchanging near constant text messages and late night phone calls with Eijirou. 

It felt really big. Bigger than it probably should. Other people might not even think twice about what they were doing. It was totally fucking normal people shit. None of that changed how Katsuki felt though.

Before he could spiral too far, a shout cut his thoughts short. “Hey!” Eijirou was jogging towards him, wide smile on his face and two to-go cups of steaming drinks in his hands. “Sorry! I wanted to stop and grab us something on the way and it took longer than I thought.”

Katsuki’s mouth felt dry. 

Gone were the spikes that Katsuki had gotten used to; Eijirou’s red hair was tied back in a ponytail, a white bandana cutting across his forehead. Despite the slight chill, Eijirou seemed unbothered standing in front of Katsuki in shorts and a thin henley. “Here you go, man.” This time when he spoke, he seemed a little more hesitant, eyes shifting to Katsuki and away again.

“You’re gonna freeze when we start hiking.”

Eijirou scuffed one of his boots on the ground. “Nah, I’ll be cool. Don’t worry about me. I run kinda hot, so.” He took a sip of his drink, gesturing towards the archway into the park. “Wanna head out?”

As Katsuki followed behind Eijirou, the only thing he could think about how he would very much like to sink his teeth into Eijirou’s muscled calves.

**********

They made quick work of the trail; as they walked, Eijirou would point out every bird or critter he saw with an exuberance that sent them scampering away faster than Katsuki could manage to catch a glimpse of at least half of the time.  

Every time it happened, Katsuki grumbled out loud about Eijirou’s big mouth, but inside his heart was skittering over the childlike excitement plastered across his face. It made no sense. At all. Someone so rugged and clearly Alpha like Eijirou had no business also being able to pull off this stupid boy-next-door charm.

A couple times, their fingers brushed. Katsuki never made that extra move to clasp their hands together though. Yeah, they’ve had their tongues in each other’s mouths, and their dicks rock-hard and only separated by a thin layer of clothing, but holding hands? 

Abso-fucking-lutely not . 

That didn’t stop him from secretly wishing for Eijirou to make that move himself. 

**********

By the time they made it to the peak of their trail, the sun was high over their heads and Katsuki had stripped out of his outer layers. Kneeling behind a large bush a few feet away from Eijirou, Katsuki bundled up his recently shucked leggings and shoved them inside his bag. 

Several yards away, he could see the edge of a small lake, and dipping his toes in sounded fucking great right now.

There was sweat beading at his hairline, dripping down his neck, and he desperately needed some water. He had finished his on the way up though so he’d have to ask Eijirou to share. Hopefully he wasn’t weird about germs and shit.

He walked over to Eijirou, letting him finish guzzling down his water before holding his hand out for the bottle. “Can I have some water? Mine’s gone.” Katsuki could tell his cheeks were hot and he fanned his shirt against his chest a few times, revelling in the small breeze it created.

The other man had stripped down as well, the henley replaced with a garishly bright orange tank top that did a great job showing off every cut of Eijirou’s muscles. Over the course of their date, Katsuki had learned about Eijirou’s hobbies outside of work which included--woodworking, a recent foray into gardening, and a very rigorous workout routine (as if that one wasn’t fucking obvious with how good he looked). 

Eijirou tipped his head forward again, upper lip glistening from the water he had just drank. “Ah.” he stared at Katsuki for a second, eyes jumping between his face and the water bottle in his own hand. “Sure, c’mere.”

The words came out slow and Katsuki felt like he was under some sort of spell with the way his eyes hooded and his body moved without him telling it to. Eijirou’s hands cupped the back of his head and pulled on the hair there so it tipped backwards. A cold stream of water hit his parted lips, wetting them, and he sighed at the feeling of the cold sliding down his throat.

Everything felt so intimate with his head bared like this. It felt like submitting, and his Alpha was snarling at the implication. He thought back on every time in the past that they had been in similar situations and how he had gained the upper hand--how Eijirou had melted underneath him and gave in with just the right prodding. 

But Eijirou was an Alpha too. As much as he was willing to give in--maybe even craved it--he probably needed this too. 

It felt like a challenge and Katsuki loved the thrill. The exhilaration.

He pushed back, stepping even closer to Eijirou until their noses were level. “Thanks,” he husked out, lips catching on Eijirou’s. “Got any food, Alpha? I’m hungry."

The barest hint of earthy sweetness hit Katsuki's nose and he knew that he had Eijirou pegged. It was only further proven by the way Eijirou puffed up, shoulders straightening as he took a step back from Katsuki. “‘Course I do, Katsuki. What kind of date do you take me for?”

Katsuki snorted. There was a nervous energy buzzing inside of him that he was trying to ignore, but it was hard to do when Eijirou looked so hot and earnest in front of him with his hulking form and eyes that refused to rest on Katsuki for more than a few seconds at a time. “Show me what ya got then. I’m fuckin’ starving.”

He started off towards the lake, removing his shoes and socks as soon as his ass met the edge so that he could slip his feet into the cool water. Rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms high above his head with a low groan, Katsuki could feel Eijirou’s stare heavy on him. 

Eijirou plopped down next to him, setting two bright red containers between them. He opened one, offering it to Katsuki, and took the other one for himself. Inside was a variety of sloppily made sushi. Katsuki eyed it suspiciously, laughing internally at the sad sight in front of him. 

It still lit a ember inside of him, making his inside feel warm with the idea that Eijirou took the time to make food for him like this rather than stop somewhere and pick up a ready-made standard bento even though it would have looked so much better.

A good Alpha takes care of their partners , Katsuki’s brain whispered. He wondered if this was a courting thing. Maybe he should have brought something so as not to be shown up by Eijirou. 

The ember got hotter, urged into something bigger. There’s more than one way to take care of someone .

Katsuki smirked, picking up one of the pieces of sushi and popping it into his mouth. It was surprisingly good and he made a small sound of appreciation, eyes flicking to Eijirou who had his own food raised to his mouth. He licked his lips, eyes tracking the movement of Katsuki’s tongue across his lips. 

“Good?” Eijirou breathed out, scenting at the air where Katsuki knew his own pheromones had started slipping out. They were both wearing patches, but that seemed to be a fucking waste of time for them. 

“Mm. It’s alright,” Katsuki said, aiming for playful and feeling slightly disgusted with himself at the simper. “You haven’t eaten any yet. You should try some.” He slid closer, kneeling in front of him and stealing the chopsticks from Eijirou’s hand. 

He picked up one of the bigger pieces and lifted it to Eijirou’s lips. Eijirou stared wide-eyed at Katsuki, lips parting and taking the food into his mouth. “Good boy.” The words slipped past Katsuki’s lips before he could do anything to stop them. He hadn’t meant to say it. 

The effect on Eijirou was obvious though--his red eyes darkened, lids falling to rest at half-mast, and the patch on his neck was soaked through completely. It was damn near intoxicating and Katsuki scented the air heavily, breathing through his mouth to taste it on his tongue.

“You want another piece?”

Eijirou stared at Katsuki before nodding; taking another piece, Katsuki lifted it to Eijirou’s mouth once again. When he dropped his hand, he let it graze along Eijirou’s crotch where he could feel the beginnings of an erection growing. 

He leaned back, sitting on his bottom again, but stayed a little closer than he had been before. The food wasn’t that great, but Eijirou’s reactions were doing a good job of persuading him. His own arousal was simmering right under the surface and he was curious who might be the first to break.  

“Thanks, Katsuki,” Eijirou finally said, a few minutes too late to be normal.

“You’re looking a little hot, Eijirou. Wanna go for a swim?” 

Eijirou shook his head, dazed look clearing up a little. Katsuki stood up, stripping out of his shirt and tossing to the side where it smacked against Eijirou’s chest. Feeling a little daring, and honestly a little sick of them, Katsuki tore off the scent patches he was wearing on his neck, letting them drop to the ground by his feet. He could feel Eijirou’s eyes drinking him in without even looking, could sense the charge in the air in the few feet that separated them. 

Next came his shorts, the soft fabric sliding down his legs with ease. He stood there, clad only in his boxer briefs, before smirking over his shoulder at Eijirou. “You gonna make your move or what, shitty hair?” he called out before jumping into the water. The cold water felt amazing against his skin, but it didn’t do anything to dampen heat and arousal swirling inside of him and sitting heavy in his stomach.

Katsuki had just surfaced from his dive when he felt arms wrap around his waist and tug him back against Eijirou’s broad chest. Fingers played with the waistband of his boxers and Eijirou’s hot breath fanned against his neck, causing goosebumps to pop up all over his body. “Got ya,” Eijirou growled.

“You think so?” Katsuki dug his feet into the rocks and sand at the bottom of the lake, grinding his ass back against Eijirou’s erection. 

“Sh--”

Turning around, Katsuki pushed back against Eijirou, hands flat against his slick pecs. He stumbled backwards, splashing water up against them. They stared at each other smirking, and then it was a clash of lips and teeth in a frantic kiss. 

Eijirou’s large hands gripped tightly at Katsuki’s waist, his large fingers digging into the exposed skin there tight enough that it would probably leave bruises. The thought left a growl bubbling up in his throat and he pushed back more, forcing Eijirou to take several steps back towards the shore.

Their hips rocked together in a sloppy rhythm; it wasn’t nearly enough, but it still had Katsuki’s stomach rolling with desire. 

When the water only reached their calves, Katsuki dropped to his knees. He dragged the boxers clinging to Eijirou’s skin down forcefully and crawled closer, watching the bob of his heavy cock. Eijirou’s shoulders were heaving up and down and he stared wide-eyed at Katsuki, awaiting his next move.

“Look at you, Alpha,” Katsuki said, trailing his index fingers lightly across the underside of Eijirou’s cock. “A pretty cock.” His tongue followed the same trail his fingers just took and he could see Eijirou’s legs quivering, hips rocking forward just slightly so that the head of his cock prodded Katsuki’s lips.

“Gonna look really nice watching you come on my knot later,” he continued with a smirk, wrapping his hand around the thick cock in a loose grip. “Think you can take me?”

Above him, Eijirou whined, one hand falling to the back of Katsuki’s neck. “Shit, yeah.” He bucked his hips. “Ple-ease.”

Katsuki made a non-committal hum. At first he kept his motions the same, grip loose and pace slow, but after a few strokes he gave in, moving faster along EIjirou’s weeping cock. Eijirou’s fingers pulled at the short hairs at the base of Katsuki’s neck, but Katsuki liked it.

He sucked the head of Eijirou’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and reveling in the low growl from Eijirou.

After a few seconds, Katsuki backed off; he stood up to his full height and pushed back against Eijirou, ignoring the other man’s whines. “Why’d you stop ?” 

“ Because ,” Katsuki said, wrapping one arm around Eijirou’s neck and forcing his feet back, step by step. “Said I wanted to see you come on my knot, Eijirou. I meant that shit.” He did drop his other hand back down to Eijirou’s cock and squeeze, making him gasp in pleasure.

Once they were out of the water they settled on the ground, the hot sun heating their wet skin. They didn’t have a blanket or anything to spread out, but Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to care about what they were laying on when he had all of Eijirou underneath him (and it didn’t seem like Eijirou minded too much that there was grass and dirt poking at his bare back).

“I didn’t bring--”

“In my bag.”

Katsuki smirked down at Eijirou and raised one brow. “Really?”

A flush ran rampant over Eijirou’s cheeks and bled down into his neck and chest. “Shut up, Katsuki. So maybe I had hoped for something like this,” he spluttered. “I was just being safe .”

Katsuki stood up, digging around inside the contents of Eijirou’s bag until his fingers met a small bottle of lube and a condom. “Mm. And thank fuck for that.” He dropped down onto his knees, rubbing one hand against the smooth skin of Eijirou’s thigh until his fingers were caressing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

Leaning down, Katsuki’s free hand met the sun-warmed earth and he captured Eijirou’s lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. “Gonna make you feel real good, Eijirou,” he whispered.

Despite the dreamy look in his eyes, Eijirou smirked, biting back against Katsuki’s lips playfully. “Good. You better.” He reached out and pulled at the shorts that were still clinging to Katsuki’s body until they were down under his ass. 

The feeling of his hand on Katsuki’s cock was heavenly; calloused palms made his dick twitch and had him panting in no time, and the look of satisfaction on Eijirou’s face was fucking sexy as hell. “Jesus fuck. Your hands feel so fuckin’ good.” Katsuki groaned. “Can’t wait to see how your ass feels.”

“What are you waiting for then, Alpha?” Eijirou asked, slightly breathless.

Not needing any more prodding, Katsuki grabbed the lube he had discarded earlier and popped the cap open, squeezing some onto his hands and warming it up a little. Once his finger was sufficiently coated, he pressed it against the rim of Eijirou’s asshole, not wasting any time as he pressed into the first knuckle.

Eijirou sighed, legs spreading wider to accommodate Katsuki, and propped himself up on his elbows. “You can give me more.” Eijirou grabbed Katsuki’s wrist and pressed him in deeper. “I can take it.”

Torn between continuing the slow pace he had set out with and wanting to get his dick inside Eijirou as quickly as possible, Katsuki crooked his finger, swallowing the sound that Eijirou made, chest puffing up with it in pride. He dropped his head to breathe in the heavy leather scent near the glands on Eijirou’s neck; sharp canines prodded at the sensitive skin there, following it up with the flat surface of his tongue. 

God, he wanted to bite so bad.

And with the way that Eijirou was tipping his head and baring his neck, he didn’t seem opposed to the idea.

Katsuki added two more fingers, taking Eijirou’s word on how much he could take, and wasn’t disappointed by the way Eijirou arched his back panting, crying out for more. “Please, please, Katsuki. I can take it now. Shit .”

Quickly ripping off the foil of the condom, Katsuki fumbled while rolling it on himself. Eijirou was staring at him with lidded eyes. “Come on. Fuck me, please.” His gaze wandered to the area surrounding them. It was the middle of the day and they weren’t exactly in a private area--if they weren’t careful, then there’s the chance that someone might stumble on them mid-fuck.

The thought sent a string of tingles down his spine. Katsuki almost hoped someone would .

Lining himself up with Eijirou’s hole, Katsuki smirked down at him. “Let ‘em. Maybe they can see what it means to show someone a good time.” 

Before Eijirou could say anything, Katsuki slid all the way inside of him, effectively cutting off whatever he was planning on saying with a low groan. His ass was tight and hot, and Katsuki had to take a second to breath. 

That didn’t stop Eijirou from trying to move against him, ass rocking him deeper on his cock. “Feels so good, Alpha. Fill me up so good!”

“Look at you,” Katsuki said, brushing a hand against Eijirou’s face. “You’re already so desperate for me. Want me to move?” He stayed still, waiting for Eijirou to say it, beg for it.

Eijirou grabbed Katsuki’s hand, bringing it to his lips and sucking the digits into his mouth lewdly. “Give me your knot, Alpha. I need it,” he said on a whine.

And Katsuki didn’t need to be told twice.

His hips moved in and out, steadily picking up pace with each new thrust, hands gripping tightly to Eijirou’s waist; Katsuki watched Eijirou’s face for hints, looking for the perfect angle that would have his eyes crossing and tongue lolling out of his mouth. 

Birds tittered in the trees to their left and every now and again there was the sound of rustling bushes, but for the most part all Katsuki could hear was the sound of skip slapping against skin and the whines and groans leaving Eijirou. 

He shoved his fingers back into Eijirou’s mouth, choking him on them and watching as drool dripped down the corners of his lips. “This okay?” he asked, shoving them deeper when Eijirou nodded with a whine. “You look so hot like this. Gonna fill you any way I can. An alpha that needs stuffing...just fuckin’ look at you.”

The sharp tip of one of Eijirou’s teeth grazed his fingers. “More,” Eijirou rasped.

“You want more ?”

“ Now .” Eijirou’s voice was demanding and deep, even with fingers filling his mouth. Something in it called Katsuki to action, and his hips snapped even faster. Katsuki took his fingers out of Eijirou’s mouth and wrapped them around his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts roughly, using the precum that had gathered at the tip to help his hand slide more easily along the member. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby.”

Katsuki’s knot was swelling heavy between them; each time he bottomed out inside Eijirou, it caught a little more. It was only a matter of time before it caught fully, trapping his seed inside of the other Alpha. If he were an Omega, there would be a chance for pups, for a round belly and leaking tits. It wasn’t something he particularly wanted, but as his orgasm took him by surprise, he found his hand went to Eijirou’s stomach subconsciously, already wet with his own sticky release.

Their bodies quivered, locked together by Katsuki’s knot as it pulsed cum inside of Eijirou.

Katsuki collapsed on top of Eijirou gently, burying his face in his neck with a deep breath. He could feel Eijirou doing the same, snuffling along the side of his head. Shortly after, Katsuki felt something rumbling in Eijirou’s chest--he was purring .

Warmed by the sun, and Eijirou underneath him, Katsuki started to doze off, his own purr joining the chorus. 

**********

They both woke up much later, the sun hanging a lot lower in the sky than when they had fallen asleep. Katsuki’s knot had come down, slipping out of Eijirou with a wet sound; he took the condom off with a grimace, tying it up and discarding it in a mess of napkins in the garbage can by the trail head.

Digging through their bags, Katsuki and Eijirou found dry clothes to change into, the air much cooler now that the sun was starting to dip. They would have to head out soon if they wanted to make it home before dark. 

That didn’t stop Katsuki from sitting down beside Eijirou where he was packing up the rest of his things and wrapping an arm around him; they sat there together, cuddling and basking in the glow of their date for longer than they should have, but it felt amazing .

“That was kind of a lot for a first date, huh?” Eijirou said, laughing.

“ I’m kind of a lot so,” Katsuki squeezed Eijirou’s bicep, “if you don’t think you can handle that then you’re in for a tough ride.”

Pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s temple, Eijirou said, “I already told you I don’t scare easily.”

“Except for the fact that you did , idiot.”

“We all have our weak moments.”

They stood up together, walking towards the trail after shouldering their bags. “Well, fuckin’ great. Because I don’t think I wanna let go of that ass any time soon.”

“Peak romance, bro.”

“ ‘Bro’ he says, bitching at me about romance.”

Instead of saying anything, Eijirou simply grabbed Katsuki’s hand in his and swung it between them as they made their hike back down.

By the time they made it back to the entrance, the sun was setting and Katsuki was leaning heavily into Eijirou’s space without even realizing it. He scented the air, tilting his neck and offering it up to Eijirou (he didn’t remember telling his brain to do that , but what the fuck ever). Eijirou smiled, wrapping him up in his arms as he pulled him tight against his chest.

Eijirou rubbed his own neck against Katsuki’s, swapping their scents easily with a sigh. “You smell so good, Katsuki. You could come stay the night at my place, if you want?” 

The hesitancy in his voice was palpable; Katsuki wanted so bad to say yes , but he’d promised his parents he’d stop by bright and early so they’d stop bitching at him. “Fuck. I really wish I could, Ei. Told my parents I’d be around tomorrow though so,” he fluffed Eijirou’s hair and tugged at his headband that was askew, “I probably shouldn’t.”

“No worries. Just means you’ll have to come see me again soon.” Eijirou smiled.

“Yeah.” Katsuki pressed a kiss to Eijirou’s lips, unable to help himself. “Hey, wanna help me rub something in Deku’s face?”

**********

A few weeks later, Katsuki stepped inside of the bar, eyes immediately falling on a group of people sitting at a booth across the room. Denki was there, one arm spread out along the back of the booth, while the other was wrapped around Sero’s waist. 

They weren’t who Katsuki was looking for though--no, that would be Deku, who was sitting across from them and clearly in the middle of a story that Katsuki was about to interrupt.

“Deku,” he called out, drawing the attention of the few other patrons scattered about the room. They didn’t matter though, and he stomped over and leaned bodily onto the table. “I was gonna call you and tell you how much you suck, but I figured I’d save it for when we were face-to-face.”

Deku stared at Katsuki with furrowed brows. “What are you talking about Kacchan?”

“You suck at that whole matchmaking thing. My dates were total duds, fucker.”

Eyes widening, a look of clarity washed over Deku’s face and he smiled. “Oh! Hey, that’s okay, Kacchan. If you wanna try again, I have tons of other people in the database.” 

He pulled out his phone, totally nonplussed by Katsuki’s insult. Not surprising, considering their history, but a little disappointing nonetheless. “I don't need you to set me up with shit, Deku." 

Katsuki smirked.

"I went and--"

"Yo, Sero," Eijirou's deep voice cut across Katsuki's, his arm sliding around his waist and pulling him close to his side. "Hi, Midoriya," Eijirou said, much more shy this time.

"--found myself my own boyfriend. So," Katsuki leaned forward and snatched the drink that was sitting in front of Deku and downed the whole thing. He slammed it down against the table loudly and settled back against Eijirou, "take that,  ya damn nerd. Now, shove over."

Katsuki sat down at the newly made space for himself and Eijirou, and Eijirou followed after him. At first, no one said anything or moved a muscle, all likely confused by the ,admittedly stupid, outburst, but what was Katsuki supposed to do? Just not say the truth?

Sero was the first one to laugh, looking between Katsuki and Deku. It was a loud chortle that sent everyone except for Deku, who was blinking at Katsuki with a confused expression on his face, into fits of laughter. “Well...I’m happy for you, Kacchan,” Deku finally said, a gummy smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah, congratulations, dude,” Denki said, sliding a tall glass of something red that smelled disgustingly fruity across the table towards Katsuki. “You finally found someone to put up with your stupid ass”

“Oi--”

“And I no longer have to worry about you being a grump because you spent your fourth night of the week sleeping at the office.”

He took a loud slurp from his drink. “I was right, by the way. Your attitude has improved so much now that you are regularly getting down and dirty, you knotty boy.” Denki turned towards Eijirou and tipped an invisible hat at him. “Thank you for your service. A true hero.”

Katsuki nearly choked on his drink. He leaned over the table, hands reaching out to grab for Denki’s shirt, but Eijirou held him back without any problems. “Calm down, babe. This is exactly what he wants and you know it,” Eijirou said to Katsuki, laughing.

To Denki, he fake-whispered, “Trust me, it’s knot a problem at all.”

Turning his attention on Eijirou, Katsuki glared. “You too, Ei?”

“You should be happy that your best friend and I get along so well.” Eijirou offered Katsuki an overly sweet smile at the same time he presented his fist to Denki for a fist bump. “Not everyone is so lucky, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki grumbled. “You’re lucky that I love you so damn much.”

The leather and vanilla that clung to Eijirou faintly 24/7 floated over Katsuki, enveloping all of his senses in a way that spoke of happiness and contentment. It was stronger right now, and it sent licks of heat tittering along every inch of his body. 

In reality, Katsuki knew that he was the lucky one in all of this. Lucky that he took Deku up on his stupid offer, despite it being for all of the wrong reasons. Lucky that he actually followed through with it . Lucky that Eijirou crossed his path, again and again, so that he could pull his head out of his ass and just give love a shot.