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There was a large-scale villain attack taking place.
Straight in downtown Tokyo. As Kirishima sat in the squadron firetruck, he looked out the windows. He saw numerous explosions lighting up the night sky chasing after a streak of fire.
“Whoa…” Kirishima breathed out. “This is fucking insane…”
In his seven years of being a fire fighter, he had never experienced a villain attack this extreme in a concentrated space where civilians were still active. Most of the fire fighting departments based in Tokyo were deployed all around the city to help deal with the damage the fight was bringing about.
It was between the current No. 1 hero Ground Zero and the infamous dual-quirk villain Todoroki.
Ground Zero had many feuds with villains across the board, but this one in particular gave him challenges. Todoroki fought in strategic maneuvers and rarely revealed himself… And he only fought in public when it was ordered to him by his other comrade Deku.
“Kirishima.” A voice said from the back seat. “You ready, man?”
Kirishima turned to look. That was his other comrade and fellow brother in arms Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu. The two of them had met when Kirishima joined the fire station. Tetsutetsu’s hair was silver and skin fair. He was muscular and his teeth were spiky. His eyes were wide with anticipation. Yeah, Kirishima could feel it.
“Yeah, man.” Kirishima replied. “I’m ready, bro.”
The squadron truck raced down the highways, parting through cars as they swerved out of the way. Half an hour ago, the mayor had just released a city-wide emergency because of the battle that took place. Underneath that order, numerous departments were demanded their aid. Kirishima’s was one of them—
And they were going into the heart of the battle.
“Ugh… I can’t believe that Todoroki and Ground Zero are actually fighting.” Kirishima confessed, thinking about it. He saw another explosion lace the night sky. He frowned, heart racing. “Wasn’t the last time they fought five years ago when Ground Zero beat Dabi’s ass? This is fucking crazy…”
“I know, I can’t believe Todoroki revealed himself, either.” Tetsutetsu said to his friend, placing his hand on Kirishima’s shoulder. Kirishima took a deep breath and sighed. “And we’re the ones that have to deal with the aftermath…”
Kirishima’s lip thinned into a frown. Tetsutetsu was right. Their department would be the one that would clean up from the fight. Kirishima had just joined this one two years ago. It specialized in villain attacks and hero scenarios. It paid him more money and Kirishima needed that right now.
He wanted to buy a Dodge Challenger!
One that was bright crimson red, spinning rims, t-rex grille, top-tier performance exhaust, shocks and struts, and a big ass spoiler on the back—He had his ideal car cherry-picked for him in his dreams… But only if he could afford it! Upon joining his department two years ago, he promised himself that this year he would definitely make it happen…
Or he would start stripping.
Kirishima blushed, shaking his head from the thought. Tetsutetsu raised his eyebrow, looking at his friend. “What are you thinking about, Kirishima?” He asked him. “Stripping again?”
The squadron car laughed. Kirishima’s face went red and he covered it, nodding. “Yeah…” He told him. “I told you guys that I need money! This year, I’m serious about it, too!”
“That’s what you always say,” Another fireman said from the back. “Then you somehow land yourself in an unbelievable amount of debt. Isn’t that what happened to your last car? You crashed it.”
The team laughed. Kirishima sighed, shoulders falling. They were right. Kirishima had a nice car before crashing it a year ago speed racing Tetsutetsu down Shinjuku’s lacing highway system. Kirishima’s lip wobbled. Luckily, he hardened himself before impact so he walked away with no injuries—not even a scratch. The only thing that was fucked was his car—and it was totaled. He sighed.
Never doing that again.
Kirishima also lived with Tetsutetsu in Shinjuku—a section in Japan that also neighbored one of Asia’s largest red-light districts. But, rent there was cheap. When Kirishima met Tetsutetsu at the department, they bonded over their leases being up at their current places and did what two best bros would do—move in with one another! In the long run, Kirishima was glad that he did. He could carpool with Tetsutetsu to work, the rent was spilt in half, and the two of them got along pretty well!
Another explosion popped in the sky.
This time, it was a giant one. It lit up the sky. Kirishima’s eyes widened, looking at it. The whole sky was orange with mixtures of yellow peppered in. Kirishima’s lip fell.
“Howitzer Impact…” Kirishima said, recognizing it. “Damn, Ground Zero really used one here?”
“How tough is that Todoroki bastard…?” Tetsutetsu wondered aloud.
Kirishima saw a giant wall of ice appear in the sky, stretching out towards something. Then with another explosion, it broke off. Two figurers chased each other in the night. Kirishima’s lip thinned.
“Looks like they’re really duking it out.” Kirishima realized. “I hope that Ground Zero doesn’t get injured too badly… Last time, he was pretty fucked up, remember?”
“Yeah.” Tetsutetsu replied. “Like your car.”
Everyone laughed except for Kirishima. God, it was a dumb mistake, okay? No one told him to race Tetsutetsu and reach to turn up his music louder and next thing he knew he lost control of the wheel and his car flipped! His squad wouldn’t let it go, would they?
Kirishima turned to the driver. “Did they tell you where we’re heading anyways?” He asked the fireman. Then, glanced back up at the sky. “Not to state the obvious, but those two are fighting all over the place right now.”
“Director Shinoyama said they’d probably fight at the abandoned warehouse subsection down near Asakusa. We’ll be there in fifteen minutes…” The driver replied. Then, his lips thinned. “Hopefully nothing changes during that time. If that’s a place to fight… It would be that one.”
“Okay,” Kirishima agreed. “Makes sense. Do you think it’ll be over by the time we get there?”
“With traffic, guaranteed.” The firemen responded. “The only thing we can do is support Ground Zero in the aftermath the best way we can. Let’s do our best to not get in his way, okay?”
Kirishima smiled at that. Well, it was like Ground Zero to push away any sort of help he got. He was a lonesome hero and hated when first responders “overstepped their boundaries”, He put it. Let heroes do hero work and first responders to stay in their lane. Even though that was an arrogant thing for him to say, he did believe that heroes worked in hand with the law. He was firm about that. And Kirishima appreciated that aptitude he had for his own position and recognizing those around him as well.
Sure enough, in fifteen minutes Kirishima’s crew was the first to arrive. It was an abandoned warehouse complex and one in particular was doused in icicles and fire. Kirishima’s lip thinned. His crew climbed out of the firetruck. A third of them were directed to hosing down the fire. Kirishima on the other hand—
“Ground Zero’s inside.” His captain told him. “And we’re going to have you rescue him.”
“What?” Kirishima gasped over the noise of the scene. He looked up at the building. It was about four stories tall. Kirishima’s eyes widened with surprise. “You’re saying he’s stuck in there? How?”
“Todoroki fled the scene a few minutes ago.” The captain replied. “We told the police about his direction but we doubt they’ll find him. Anyways, Ground Zero has not come out of the building as of yet. He was last seen on the top floor. We don’t know his current state… If he’s conscious, unconscious…”
“Or dead.” Kirishima confirmed, nodding his head with a tight lip. “Um, yeah. And you want me to be the one to discover that for you guys, right? Great. Why couldn’t someone else do that ahead of me like Tetsutetsu or Jage? Everyone’s going to think Ground Zero died because of me!”
“Kirishima, don’t be like that.” The captain replied. “Tetsutetsu is busy with putting out the fires. You’re the only one on the squadron besides him that has a hardening Quirk and can withstand the heat of the building. Don’t complain. Time’s ticking. Now, go.”
Kirishima strapped on his helmet and mask. He headed inside of the building. Immediately, the heat of the flames were intense. Kirishima hardened himself beneath his uniform.
Sheesh… He thought in his head, covering his face from the flames. Ground Zero was fighting against these flames the whole time? What a monster… Both of them.
Kirishima searched the bottom of the warehouse the best he could and worked his way up the floors. As he searched, it crumbled with destruction. One of the floorboards fell on top of him. He tsked, moving it aside.
Truth was, he was glad that he had a hardening Quirk in this profession. Back in the day, he used to want to be a hero. But his Quirk was so plain… That it was hard to see it stand out among the many great ones like Ground Zero had—Explosion… Yeah, that would be a nice Quirk. Kirishima had heard how it developed and worked in many interviews that the notable No. 1 hero did. He was truly impressive.
It was almost like he was someone straight out of a dream.
Kirishima made it to the top floor. Towards the edge of the broken glass windows, he saw a figure slumped against the ground. It was a man. His hair was the color of ash blonde. He was muscular. His heroic uniform was in complete tatters and he was missing a grenade gauntlet. He was surrounded by flames. Kirishima’s eyes widened.
Ground Zero…! He thought aloud in his head, rushing up to him. He knelt down to his side. Ground Zero was unconscious. Kirishima studied his state.
His uniform was torn to shreds—barely any of it covered his body. Kirishima blushed, seeing that some of his ass was exposed and on one of the cheeks was a bite mark. Kirishima’s lip fell.
It was a hickie.
Kirishima didn’t have time to think about what this meant for the No. 1 hero’s sex life but he decided to cover him with his jacket. Ground Zero was a victim, in this case. He took off his uniform jacket and wrapped Ground Zero inside of it. That should shield him from the flames.
Kirishima lifted him into his arms. He was heavy… But Kirishima wasn’t surprised. Ground Zero was tall—around 6 feet and 2 inches and he was also bulkier than Kirishima was. Kirishima couldn’t believe that he was actually holding the Ground Zero in his arms but didn’t have time to be star struck. Now, he had to rescue Ground Zero from the building.
Ground Zero groaned in his arms. He panted. He was covered with dirt, and wounds laced his body from the battle with Todoroki. Kirishima’s lip thinned.
Thank you for your service. He acknowledged. Ground Zero.
Kirishima made his way down the floors of the building. He exited the staircase and shielded Ground Zero from the flames. They were so strong, too. Kirishima couldn’t believe Ground Zero had been fighting against them this whole time. Kirishima didn’t even want to think about Todoroki’s ice.
Kirishima exited the building. Immediately, a swarm of people surrounded him and Ground Zero. A stretcher was wheeled up to them. Kirishima set Ground Zero down on it. He got a good look at Ground Zero’s skin.
He was pale.
Despite being surrounded by explosions constantly, Ground Zero was pale. His skin was eggshell colored. Kirishima huffed, watching him get pulled into the back of an ambulance. He was administered first aid. His captain and lieutenant walked up to him.
“So, how was he?” His captain asked.
“Alive,” Kirishima said. “Thank god.”
“Why was he wearing your jacket?” The lieutenant asked him. “That was uncalled for. Were you trying to protect him or something, Kirishima?”
Kirishima blushed, remembering how Ground Zero’s clothes were in complete shreds and how the hickie on his ass was exposed. “U-Um, you know, his clothes were a mess,” He replied, thinking about it. “And I didn’t want him to be embarrassed when he came to that he was half naked… To be honest with you, sir.”
“Doesn’t he do naked shoots with editorials all the time?” The lieutenant commented, remembering. “He has the body of a Greek god. I don’t think he would be embarrassed if he woke up with limited clothes, Kirishima.”
“H-Hey!” Kirishima barked back. “I was just trying to be thoughtful, that’s all…”
“Grab a new jacket,” The captain told him, clapping Kirishima’s shoulder. “And get started with clean up, all right? We can’t have this fire spread anywhere else.”
Kirishima did as his captain told him. It took about two hours for the fire to die down completely and by then Kirishima had split up with his department to do safety checks around the perimeter—see if there were any victims to the fight between Ground Zero and Todoroki. No one was found. Kirishima sighed with accomplishment.
There went another day towards his new car.
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Ground Zero woke up in the hospital.
Apparently, he had been out for a day or so. He didn’t remember shit. All he could remember were fragments of that Todoroki bastard fighting him in the sky. Then Deku’s face flashed through his mind.
Worthless Kacchan. He said. Always the hare—never the tortoise.
Bakugou snapped awake, sitting up in the bed. “SHUT THE FUCK UP—!!!” He screamed out, eyes wide with mania. His head throbbed. He gritted his teeth, clutching it. “Ugh… What the fuck?”
“Calm down, Ground Zero.” A voice said from the corner. “You’re with us, now. No need to fret.”
Bakugou looked. A small group was in the corner of his hospital room. In front of them stood a tall male figure with the head of a dog. He wore a trench coat. Bakugou gritted his teeth, recognizing him. It was Kenji Tsuragamae—Chief of the police force.C
“The hell are you guys doing here?” Bakugou bit back. “I’m a fucking celebrity. Get the hell out of my room before I fucking call security on your asses. Now.”
“Like I said, calm down.” Kenji told him. “We’re only here for an investigation on the tag team Todoroki and Dabi. We think the attack was somehow linked to the one five years ago against Dabi.”
“No shit.” Bakugou laughed out in a coarse breath. “That’s what the fucking icy-hot bastard told me when he attacked me. He wanted revenge… on behalf of Dabi and All for One.”
Kenji’s lips thinned. That notorious villain All for One was alive and had managed to keep his existence hidden through firewalls like Todoroki, Dabi, and most of all… Deku—Ground Zero’s main public enemy.
“Revenge, huh?” Kenji said.
Bakugou blinked, looking out the room. “Who the fuck saved me?” He asked the chief, scoffing some. “I don’t think I brought myself here. If I could—I wouldn’t. I hate being stuck in a hospital.”
“Actually, it was a firefighter that works for Libra 16th in Shinjuku.” Kenji answered him. “He had a Quirk suited for rescuing you from the burning building. You passed out from smoke inhalation.”
Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock. “…Must’ve been from that bastard’s flames.” He confessed, thinking about it. He sighed, looking at his own palm. “I’m used to my own smoke caused from my explosions but his fire is on a completely different level… I guess I took too much damage from the stuff.”
“I’m sure he’s in a likewise state.” Kenji figured. “He was forced to retreat. You held him off for as long as you could. Thanks for your service, Ground Zero.”
Bakugou rested his chin on his knuckles. He didn’t say anything. He was still recovering. His body was aching from the battle and his forearms throbbed. All those big explosions he did during the battle one after another caught up with him. He sighed. Kenji dipped his head.
“We’ll continue with our investigation.” He told him. “We’ll come see you again and keep you updated on our progress. Get some rest, Ground Zero.”
“Yeah.” Bakugou said. “Fuck off, now.”
Kenji smiled, catching the grace of the notorious No. 1 bad boy hero and his profanity. He meant well… Just had a strange way of expressing it, that’s all. Kenji walked out of the hospital room with his squad. The door shut behind them. Bakugou sighed.
“Fuck my life.” He said to himself.
After two days, Bakugou was released from the hospital. He was diagnosed with first degree smoke inhalation. It would take him about a week or so to recover but he needed rest—
Which also meant no working.
He returned to his residence in a private car that shielded him from media’s eyes. Press had been concerned about his overall state since he got admitted. He was scheduled to do a press conference later in the week about it. He sighed, walking up the stairs of his penthouse suite.
He lived in the heart of Tokyo at a secluded penthouse—top floor of a luxury apartment complex. Most of his hero work was based in this city which was why he lived here. His penthouse was nice; spacious, glass walls, infinity pool—everything any man could ever want or need, right?
He was lonely as fuck.
And his sex life was even more fucked up. He didn’t want to think about it but one thing stood—He felt like an alien to himself—really, a concluded draw between him and that icy hot bastard? Was he not even that strong to take him on alone? Did he need backup? But who could you call… When you were the strongest hero there was?
It wasn’t like All Might was here anymore.
He managed his way into his bedroom. He collapsed on the bed and groaned. He glanced at the large fire-resistant uniform coat he had carried with him up to his room and dived nose-deep in. His lips thinned.
It belonged to the man who saved him.
Really, did Ground Zero need saving? The fuck? How did he fall this deep into getting his ass beat that he needed some puny fireman to save him from a burning building? He’d have to talk to his media control team about not letting it leak to the press that he got rescued… but it was probably too late. Though, one thing stood:
He needed to find this fireman.
He decided to look for clues. On the back of the uniform coat was an embellished emblem with a muscular arm, pickaxe, and hammer. The banner beneath it read Libra 16th Fire Department. Bakugou smirked.
He’d have to pay him a visit.
Did that fireman really think Bakugou would be a fool and let him have the satisfaction of “rescuing” Ground Zero and spreading it around Japan that their number 1 hero was completely helpless in front of an iniquitous villain attack by Todoroki? Hell nah.
Bakugou smirked, cracking his neck. “Just wait, you little fucker.” He said aloud to himself, thinking about how he would confront his knight in shining armor. “I’ll show you why I’m the No. 1 hero, okay? No more little fucking rescues like you did before, alright? Fuck you.”
Bakugou grinned.
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Kirishima closed his locker.
So far, his whole squadron had been asking him what it was like rescuing the No. 1 hero Ground Zero. Kirishima told them that it was nothing and that it was similar to rescuing a regular civilian. But… All he could think about was the hickie on Ground Zero’s ass. Who left it there? Wasn’t Ground Zero an abstinent hero that devoted himself to his profession? Or was that a story his press team came up with to divert Ground Zero’s true pursuits from the media’s eyes? Kirishima frowned.
“What you thinkin’ about, Kirishima?” A familiar voice said.
Kirishima flinched, turning. Next to him stood Tetsutetsu. He wore his uniform overalls with no shirt underneath. A towel lunged over his neck. Kirishima smiled.
“Oh, hey, man.” He greeted. “Nothing much, just in my head… hahaha…”
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” Tetsutetsu asked him. He pressed his hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and brought him in close. He made a sly grin. “You need to get laid, man. I mean it.”
“W-What?” Kirishima blushed, stammering. “Where did that come from, Tetsutetsu? I don’t need to get laid. I’m just… in my head today, that’s all. I promise.”
“When was the last time you had sex with someone?” Tetsutetsu asked him. “Be honest.”
Kirishima’s lip wobbled. “About… two years ago.” He sighed, confessing. Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened in alarm. He started to say something, but Kirishima raised his hand and stopped him. “Before you say anything, it’s because you know I want sex to mean something, Tetsutetsu. It’s not just a quick round of pleasure for me. I want to feel intimacy… Not horny desire. You feel me, man?”
“God, Kirishima, you’re so chivalrous it hurts.” Tetsutetsu’s lip wobbled and he cried a manly tear, clenching his fist. Kirishima gasped in shock. “I need to introduce you to some girls, seriously.”
“Ugh, not again.” Kirishima stuck his tongue out. “You know I don’t like mixers, man. I feel like I’m selling myself or something. I want it to be natural, like we fall in love like we’re in a Disney movie—”
“Hey,” A voice said behind them. “Which one of you fuckers is Kirishima Eijirou?”
Kirishima and Tetsutetsu flinched. They turned to look. Behind them a couple paces away in the department locker room stood a man. He was tall—around 6 feet 2 inches. He wore shield type Givenchy glasses, black long-sleeved compression shirt, midnight colored cargo pants with suspenders hanging from the sides, and tactical performance boots. He was muscular—Kirishima could see his muscles poke through his clothes. His hair was ash blonde colored. Kirishima gulped.
“U-Um, me.” Kirishima replied. “The hell do you want with me, man? I haven’t seen you around here before—"
The man quickly rushed towards Kirishima, grabbing his hand. The man’s hands were warm, almost like he had steam coming from them. Or did he? Kirishima looked to check but the man led him away.
“We’re talking.” He demanded. “Now.”
Kirishima gasped. “What?” He asked. “What do you want with me—”
“Somewhere we can talk in private?” The man asked him as he stopped walking, arching his lip. “Or do all of you pile up on one another and listen to everyone’s conversations?” He spat. “Fuck, I need a Macallan.”
Kirishima didn’t know what to say but gulped again. “Yeah, we can go talk out back.” He told him. “No one really hangs around back there, anyways. Follow me…?”
Kirishima wanted his name but the man shook his head, tsking. Kirishima sighed. He led the man out behind their department building. Kirishima didn’t realize it but he still held the man’s hand. He was on autopilot—He couldn’t break away! Or actually… Maybe he didn’t want to. Kirishima studied the man’s ass as they walked. He blushed, face growing red. They made it out back behind the department building. Kirishima couldn’t stop staring at his ass.
Fuck… His ass was perfect, too. Plump… Kirishima could tell that if he held it, it would fill up his hand and he could grip it. Probably even bite it, too—
“The fuck you looking at?” The man asked him. “Fucker?”
Kirishima came too, realizing the man caught his gaze. “A-Ah, oh, u-um…” He rubbed the back of his head, wanting to shoot himself. Fuck, he got caught. “You know…” His voice trailed off.
The man stared at him. “Don’t talk about it.” He told him. “I’ll pay you.”
“H-huh?” Kirishima gasped, eyes widening in shock. “For staring at your ass?”
“No.” The man rolled his eyes and gave a small laugh. His teeth were pearly white—Kirishima thought two things: Either this man had money or he had money. No in between. His teeth were perfect! Kirishima on the other hand, his teeth were fucked. They were spiky and had pointed tips. He should probably get some veneers instead of buying a Challenger but… priorities, right? Besides… Did Kirishima really just confess he was staring at the man’s ass? “You were the one that carried me out of that burning building right? After the fight with that bastard. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Burning building?” Kirishima raised his eyebrow and he started to think. “Well, I save a lot of people from villain attacks or combustion scenarios, man. I can’t really say I remember which scene you’re talking about—”
“Oh, you’re not that fucking dumb, are you?” The man asked, lip falling. “C’mon. Look at me—Don’t you know who the hell I am?”
Kirishima studied the man, looking closer. His skin was pale. He was bulkier than Kirishima—He could tell that he spent most of his time in the gym. And his ass was nice, too… Kirishima’s mind swirled. He tried to think.
“Um…?” He closed his eyes, gesturing his hand. “Maybe you can tell me your name? It’ll probably jog my memory—”
The man grabbed his throat, shoving him back into the wall. Kirishima coughed up saliva. The man stared down at Kirishima. He was an inch taller than he was. He sneered.
“You can not be this fucking dumb.” The man laughed in his face. Kirishima grasped the man’s hand around his throat, gritting his teeth. The man had no intention of letting go—his hands were still hot. And sweaty, too. Kirishima could feel it. “C’mon, look at me, you know the answer.”
Kirishima studied him again. “No,” He confessed. “I don’t, man.”
The man studied Kirishima for a couple seconds, then released him. Kirishima grasped his throat, rubbing it. The man smirked, turning his back to Kirishima. He smacked his own ass. Kirishima blushed, almost choking. The man snickered.
“For someone that likes staring at my ass,” He started to tell him. “I’m surprised you don’t recognize me. That’s a first. Fine, then. I’ll spell it out for you.” He turned around to face Kirishima, taking off his glasses. “I’m Ground Zero—AKA the No. 1 hero.”
Kirishima’s eyes bulged out of his head in complete shock. His jaw dropped. He recognized those red eyes, the pink lips, the downturned eyebrows—everything clicked in his head! He gasped.
“No way,” Kirishima said in a coarse breath. “Bro. It can’t be.”
“Ask me a question.” Ground Zero told him. “Something only that you and I would know that happened that night. If I answer it right, then I’m your guy.”
Kirishima remembered the hickie on Ground Zero’s ass. He blushed, beginning to sweat. “This is going to sound really pervy but don’t explode me to bits if it’s true, alright?” Kirishima started to tell him. “That night… Your uniform was in shreds and I saw…”
“Saw…?” Ground Zero sounded out. “What, redheaded fucker?”
“A hickie.” Kirishima blushed. “On your ass…”
Ground Zero’s eyes widened in surprise. Kirishima’s heart was racing. He was a confident man. He wouldn’t run away from confrontation… But God, was this embarrassing! He couldn’t believe that he was telling a complete stranger that he may or may not have seen a hickie on their ass. Fuck, could he die? Could God send an angel to strike him down with a fire sword—
“Is it still there?” Kirishima found himself asking. “I doubt it… It’s been a couple days—”
“If it is,” Ground Zero started to say. “Will you believe me about being Ground Zero?”
“Yeah.” Kirishima nodded. “I will, man. No questions, either.”
Ground Zero smirked. He tucked his glasses into one of his pant pockets and unfastened the buckle of his cargo pants. Kirishima blushed, watching. Ground Zero turned his hip towards him, lowering the waistband of his pants. He showed Kirishima his ass. And on it… Was a hickie.
Kirishima gulped. “Damn.” He looked up at Ground Zero. “You really are Ground Zero, huh?”
“I tried to tell you.” Ground Zero smirked. “But you were the one that wanted to see my ass.”
“I-I mean, it’s a nice ass, okay?” Kirishima confessed, biting his lip. Ground Zero fastened his pants again. He placed his glasses back over his face. Kirishima blew out air. “Okay, I remember you, now.”
“Don’t talk about it.” Ground Zero told him, pointing his finger in his face. “You’re not my knight in shining armor. Whatever shit you told your fuckhead buddies—keep it in your department. I don’t want it getting out to the media that I got rescued by a fucking firefighter. The hell? Did it look like I needed to be rescued that badly?”
“Yes,” Kirishima nodded. “You were suffering from smoke inhalation. Had it been any longer before anyone got up to the final floor, you could have died.”
“Then how did you make it to the final floor?” Ground Zero asked him. “You have a flame-proof Quirk or something?”
“No, hardening.” Kirishima told him, demonstrating his Quirk. He hardened both of his forearms and crossed them, smiling. “I can harden my skin. I’m built for rough cases like that. The flames don’t get to me when I’m all hardened up, hahaha… It’s a plain Quirk, I know, but… I make the most of it, you know?”
Ground Zero bit his lip, studying Kirishima’s body. “Mmmn… That gives me an idea.” He moaned, nodding his head. Kirishima blushed, lip falling. Ground Zero walked up to him. He grabbed Kirishima’s crotch and started to fondle it. He pressed his lips close to Kirishima’s. “Auhn… Auhn…”
Kirishima bit his lip, groaning. “Ugh… Fuck…” He whimpered out, feeling Ground Zero reach around for his dick. He felt it. Kirishima got erect immediately. Ground Zero continued to grope him. He panted. “Ughn… Ugh… Fuck, man…”
Ground Zero breathed with him, moaning. “Auhn… Ughn…” He grinned, watching Kirishima’s expressions. “You like that, don’t you, you redheaded slut?”
Kirishima gritted his teeth in arousal, nodding his head. Ground Zero continued to fondle him, stroking his dick through his pants. Kirishima huffed.
“Huh… Auhn…” He moaned out. “Fuck, man…”
Ground Zero studied his uniform. “How do you take this off…?” He asked him, using his other hand to trace his pants. Kirishima panted, mind swirling. “I’m going to give you something…”
“Here, like this…” Kirishima told him in a whine. He started to unfasten his pants, taking off the suspenders. He dropped his pants along with his briefs, exposing his erection. It was 7.5 inches. Ground Zero pushed his glasses back upward into his hair. He knelt down. He grabbed his erection. “Oh, fuck, man… Don’t tell me you’re going to—”
Ground Zero pulled his erection into his mouth. He sucked on the tip first, lathering it with saliva. Kirishima whimpered, body jolting from chemistry. Ground Zero’s tongue lingered around his cockhead for a couple moments before he worked his way down his shaft. He brought it into the back of his throat.
Steam shot from Kirishima’s ears.
He started to groan, clenching his fist. “Fuck, man…” He moaned out, leaning his head back against the brick wall. He panted, sticking his tongue out. He gritted his teeth. “Auhn… Auhn…”
Ground Zero bobbed his head in quickened paces. “Ughn… Mmnnph…” He moaned to him, stretching his tongue out. Kirishima twitched, feeling Ground Zero’s teeth knick one of the flaps of his cockhead. Ground Zero continued to suck, whimpering. “Mmnn… Mnnph…!”
“Ugh… Fuck…” Kirishima breathed, glancing down at him. Ground Zero’s eyelashes fluttered with arousal. His face was red. He stroked Kirishima’s length into his mouth with smooth motions. “Fuck… It feels so damn good… Ugh, man… Fuck…”
Ground Zero laughed into his dick. “Mmmn…” He nodded his head, blinking a couple times. He started to increase his pace, groaning. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Ugh… Mmmn…”
He gulped down his precum.
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Tetsutetsu wandered through the corridors, looking for his friend Kirishima. Him and that guy dressed in all black had been gone for a while. If it was just a quick conversation, then what was it about? He opened the exit door to the back alleyway behind the building. He heard groaning.
“Auhn… Auhn…” A familiar voice panted. “Fuck, man…!”
Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened in surprise. Kirishima…! He thought in his head. He widened the door further and peaked out. Kirishima was resting against the wall and knelt before him sucking on his dick was the man dressed in all black. Tetsutetsu gasped, covering his mouth.
“Fuck…!” Kirishima hissed out, running his fingers through the ash blonde man’s hair. He groaned, whimpering fast. The ash blonde man’s motions quickened, slurping on Kirishima’s length in deep strides. “I think I’m gonna come, man…!”
Tetsutetsu whipped his head around, turning away. “Oh, shit…!” He said into his hand, slamming the door shut. “It’s that kind of relationship, huh?”
He ran away.
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Kirishima orgasmed in Ground Zero’s mouth.
“Auhn… Nghh…!” He panted, closing one of his eyes. Ground Zero moaned deeply, dragging his length back into his throat. He slurped his impulses, swallowing them. Kirishima groaned. “Ugh… Fuck.”
Ground Zero pulled back after a couple moments, letting his lips linger on his cockhead. He gulped down Kirishima’s cum. Kirishima breathed, looking down at him. Ground Zero grinned.
“Fuck…” He had a wild look in his eye. He licked his lips. “I can tell you haven’t jerked off in a while, huh? You spilled all your kids in my fucking mouth like it was a goddamn daycare.”
Kirishima blushed, biting his lip. He tried not to get turned on by that comment. Fuck, had it been really that long since Kirishima had sex that he let a complete stranger suck his dick off? Man… How horny was he? But… It wasn’t just any stranger—
It was Ground Zero!
Ground Zero stood up to his feet. He pressed his knee into Kirishima’s crotch, smirking. His lips neared Kirishima’s. Kirishima panted against his mouth. Ground Zero’s lips pressed against his. They kissed.
It was magnetic.
Kirishima felt sparks right away. It lit his body up like a fire. Ground Zero entered his mouth with a thrust of his tongue, stroking Kirishima’s. Kirishima wanted to melt. His body felt like Jell-o. Ground Zero sucked on his tongue for a couple moments. Kirishima kissed him back. He tasted like his dick… and somehow that thought made Kirishima even more horny. When he went to dive for more, Ground Zero pulled away. Kirishima’s eyes widened with shock, surprised.
“You want more…?” Ground Zero drawled out in a purr. Kirishima nodded his head, feeling like a hopeless romantic. Ground Zero smirked, reaching in his back pocket. He pulled out his phone. “Get your phone out, dipshit. I’m giving you my number.”
“Huh?” Kirishima gasped. He patted his thighs, then realized he was still half naked. He blushed, pulling up his uniform and fastening his pants again. Ground Zero snickered. Kirishima reached in his pant pocket and pulled out his phone. It was decorated in a red Crimson Riot case. “A-Ah, here it is…”
“What’s your phone number?” Ground Zero asked. “Don’t lie to me. If you do, I’ll find out either way.” He smirked, looking into Kirishima’s eyes. “I have a good information network team.”
“I’ll just give you my number like a regular person.” Kirishima replied. “You don’t need to look me up in some advanced computer system. Here, it’s XXX-XXX-XXX…”
“Thanks.” Ground Zero smirked, typing it in. “Redheaded fucker.”
He placed his phone back in his pocket. He adjusted his glasses over his eyes, covering them. He turned away, backing up from Kirishima. He started to walk down the alley. Kirishima’s lip fell.
“W-Wait,” He started to say. “Where are you going?”
“Up.” Ground Zero answered.
His hands started to radiate heat and glow. Kirishima covered his eyes as bright heat washed over him. Two explosions popped from Ground Zero’s hands. He rocketed into the sky. Kirishima gasped, looking up at him. His jaw dropped.
“Damn.” He said aloud to himself. “That really was him, huh?”
His boner edged at his uniform pants.