Kirishima wakes up, head throbbing like it’s being slammed in a car door repeatedly. His stomach doesn’t feel much better, must have been that kebab he bought on the way home, that's probably the source of the foul smell coming from somewhere in his dorm.

He slaps his bedside table, praying that he at least had the tiniest slither of foresight to leave a glass of water nearby or even an open can of soda.

No such luck.

He drags his hand back to probably gross looking hair, pushing it out of his face as he braces himself for throwing the covers off himself.

He bites his lip as the cold air hits his whole body at once, the warm embrace of his blanket no longer cocooning around him.

Rubbing his eyes he stands up, pulling the boxers out from his ass crack as he walks out of his room.

groggily he tries to think back to the previous evening as he walks down the hallway like a zombie.

'Lets see...handed in my thesis, met up with everyone at the bar, got waaaay too drunk and then....'

Kirishima's memory starts to get fragmented after that point in his memories. He only has flashes of getting something to eat on his way home, throwing himself down on his couch and then he was reading through some book, OH! and he was looking for chalk for some reason....

Kirishima opens up his fridge, grabs the carton of milk and soon begins to chug it.

"Finally awake I see."

Kirishima's heart stops, he thought he was completely alone right now, but he just heard a guy's voice coming from the couch behind him.

With milk trickling down from the corners of his mouth, Kirishima turns around.

"Uh," his mind goes completely blank.

Scowling at him was a gorgeous man, almost /too/ gorgeous. The man had golden hair like the sun peek through trees in the forest, eyes firey red and intense with a face that, although right now looks like he wants to kill Kirishima, he stills looks statuesque.

'What the? How, wait, why is there a guy like that here?! I'm far too hungover for this.'

"When you're quite done staring," he chastises Kirishima.

"Oh, uh sorry," Kirishima says as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

the stranger rolls his eyes at Kirishima, 'Jerk,' he thinks to himself.

'Wait, did I bring him home with me last night?! HOW??'

"So," Kirishima begins, "Do you want some coffee or something?"

The man clicks his tongue, guess that's all the response Kirishima is going to get.

He shrugs his shoulders as he turns and heads over to the kettle.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Kirishima turns back around, the cannister of coffee still in his hand, "Making some coffee?"

"Don't. You've wasted enough of my time and we got to get going."

"Oh did we plan something? Sorry bro, was super wasted like night so, can't really 'member it all," Kirishima chuckles as he nervously rubs the back of his head.

"Yeah I don't care. I got shit to do and places to be."

"Ok right, let me just brush my teeth and put some cloth-"

"Oh you won't need them," the blond man smiled wickedly, standing up from the cough he stalked towards Kirishima.

His smile reveals his pearly white canines, making Kirishima take a step back as he drew closer.

Kirishima nervously chuckled, so very confused at what in the world was going on exactly, "Mind telling me where we're headed then? like the south beach or something?"

"Fucking humans, You're all idiots." He backed away from Kirishima, leaning against his fridge across the kitchen from him. "We're going back to my place, Hell."

"H-Hell? wait, you mean like actual Hell?! dude, are you still wasted or something?" Kirishima threw his head back as he let out a long exaggerated sigh, "Why are the hot ones always so crazy?"

His attention is immediately back on his guest as he watches him pull his phone out of his jeans.

He swipes his screen a few times before showing it to Kirishima,

"This you?"

Though Kirishima wasn't exactly looking his best, there was no denying it. That was him in the picture.

"Yeah, I guess, And?"

"And you made a deal with the devil, like the moron you are, and now I'm here to collect."

"Fuck."

"Now that we're clear," With that Kirishima is grabbed as he's dragged back down his hallway.

"Hey! wait wait! what deal?!" as soon as he finished his question he's unceremoniously dropped to the ground with a loud thump.

The stranger grumbles while scrolling through his phone again, "Says you traded your soul for a hotdog."

Kirishima blinks. completely dumbfounded.

"T-there's no way I'd, ok I /might/ do that. But come on! you can't say that's a fair trade!"

"Are you really trying to argue about fairness with a demon?" Bakugou asked with an eyebrow raised.

Kirishima opens his mouth but quickly closes it after giving things a moment of thought.

"Yeah thought so."

Kirishima is being dragged again, turning around once he feels himself growing hotter as he drew closer to the end of his hallway. He's greeted with a huge hole now in his wall with what looks like a Hellscape on the other side.

"Wait wait!"

"Will you just fucking give up already human?!" the man stands Kirishima in front of the hole, looking like he was getting ready to shove Kirishima through.

"PARLE!" Kirishima yells.

"Parle?" the demon thinks and then remembers, "This isn't Pirates of the Carribean you dumbass!" he pinches the bridge of his nose as he responds.

"Oh right. Wait! what if I uh I...trade you something else?!"

"No."

"But I got some really awesome stuff!"

"Do you have a soul laying around? no? then I'm not interested."

The demon held Kirishima by the hair, "Face it human, you are mine for all eternity,"

"A bet! I bet you I can win my soul back!"

"Not interested."

"Pfft what, think you'll lose?"

Kirishima felt his skin that was touching the demon's heat up, he looked to his face, 'Uh oh, think I pissed him off.'

Kirishima is thrown back, away from the now closing portal. the man stomps over to Kirishima's body, propped up against a wall.

he places one heeled foot against Kirishima's bare chest, pushing his down as he states, "Fine. We will make a bet, if I win you will come with me, quietly and obediently."

"And if I win?"

"You can keep your soul."

Kirishima moved the foot from his chest. "What we betting on?"

"Tch. You're the one who wanted to make the bet so, think."

Kirishima groans as he gets up, walking towards his couch before throwing himself down on it.

The demon follows Kirishima and sits himself down on the armrest of the couch.

"How about an arm wrestle?" Kirishima asks, turning to face a smirking Bakugou before continuing, "Uh, maybe not."

He continues to think, crossing out anything physical or mental based wagers. His reasoning being that demons must be both smart and strong, so what can he do?

He gasps when he has an idea. "I will make you fall in love with me!"

".....What."

"I will make you fall in love with me!"

"No I heard you the first time, I just, are you sure?"

Kirishima smiles and nods, not seeing a single flaw in his plan.

The demon looks exasperated already, he crosses his arms as he clicks his tongue.

"Just going to skip friendship eh?" he pauses, making Kirishima blush as he realises his first mistake, "Fine, but I have one condition,"

"Sure, anything!"

"No sex, unless you win the bet."

"thats fine no se- wait...." Kirishima raised an eyebrow, "Don't demons like live on sex or uh, more specifically...semen?" The volume of his voice trails off towards the end of his question.

Bakugou shook his head, "Oh what did you think you were going to make a bet with a demon, get your dick sucked and make me fall for you? not sure how good you /think/ your dick is. Do you agree or not?"

"NO! well I mean, I thought we might...."

Bakugou shakes his head once again before Kirishima continues,

"Fine though! I can still totally win."

"We'll see, Also Incubus are demons that live on /that/, and before you ask no, I'm not one."

"oh, ok" Kirishima pressed his back into the couch, blush only just starting to mellow out.

an awkward silence bounces between them, only for a handful of moments before Kirishima pulls himself up off the couch. He makes his way around the corner to his bedroom.

"Oi, where the fuck are you going?!"

Kirishima pokes his head around the corner, "Hm? oh back to bed."

"You can't just go back to bed!"

"Why not?"

"Because!..."

Kirishima furrowed his brows slightly, "Look I'm hungover and honestly my morning hasn't been great so far. If you get hungry or whatever then use the kitchen,"

His head momentarily disappears before quickly re-appearing and adding, "oh! and if you need to crash then just use my roomie's bed, he's never home anyway."

With that Kirishima disappears into his bedroom, closing the door behind himself as he crashes in his bed, hoping all this is just a really funky dream.

*****

Sometime later, Kirishima is woken by the sun filling the room and the birds chirping outside. He stretches himself out like a cat, happy that his head is feeling far better.

Before leaving his bedroom this time, he throws on one of his crumpled up T-shirts from his bedroom floor. sniffing the collar of it as he opens the door.

He listens for his guest, as he takes his first steps in the creaky hallway, however, he hears a noise coming from across the hall. from his friend's bedroom.

He stands in front of the door, knocking gently and asking, "Hey bro, you alright in there?"

The door swings open. Revealing the demon sat on the edge of the bed, glasses perched on top of his perfect nose, he snaps his book shut as his gaze climbs up Kirishima's form.

As if this demon could possibly be any more attractive to Kirishima, "I uh, see you found the bedroom."

"Yeah, I managed not to get lost in your tiny home." The demon bit back sarcastically.

The demon stood, bumping his shoulder with Kirishima as he strode past. Kirishima followed, making his way into the kitchen as his guest sat at the dinner table.

"Sorry about the stacks of paper there, been meaning to do a bit of Spring cleaning y'know?"

"I think you need a lot more than just 'spring cleaning' in your home."

"Heh, yeah, I guess. By the way, you want some pancakes?"

"I have no need for human food."

"uh ok but, like, do you /want/ some pancakes?"

The demon rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair as he crosses his arms.

"I guess, I'll take that as a no then." Kirishima shrugged, getting out the ingredients for his breakfast and setting them up on his kitchen counter.

As he's cooking (and showing off slightly) in front of the demon, he catches him sometimes watching him cook. Sometimes even going so far as to budge in his seat to get a better view of inside the pan.

Kirishima smiles at him and chuckles as the demon always quickly turns away whenever he gets caught. he thinks about how cute he acts and looks.

Soon enough he finishes cooking and sets the plate down with a steaming hot cup of coffee. He sits with a somewhat disgusted looking man next to him.

Kirishima immediately cuts up a large slice and shovels it into his mouth, "S'really cool you don't eat by the way."

He takes a large drink from his coffee cup before continuing, "Don't think I'd last without meat, y'know?"

"We /can/ eat. I just choose not to because human food is so bland."

"Really? I bet if you visit some places I know then you'll change your mind,"

The demon shakes his head in response.

"Oh! I forgot earlier but uh, my name is Eijirou Kirishima, feel free to call me Ei, if you wanna."

"I know. Says it on your contract," Kirishima sat there waiting for him to continue, "Katsuki Bakugou."

"Awesome!" Kirishima smiles as he shoves a piece of his breakfast far too big for his mouth, struggling to close his mouth and chew it.

"Gross."

After a few strenuous chews Kirishima finally swallows down his food, "Oh also, why aint you red?"

Bakugou looked at him baffled at the question, "....What?"

"Aren't like demons supposed to be red, pointy horns, tail and have like a pitchfork?"

Bakugou facepalmed, morphing into pinching the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes, fighting the urge to just murder Kirishima and forget about his soul. he kept rolling Kirishima's question around in his head, only getting himself angrier as he did.

Kirishima tilted his head slightly, "What?"

Bakugou opened his eyes, glaring at Kirishima, "So more like this?" and suddenly he was changed into a bright red, more cartoon-like demon.

"Yeah! exactly!"

"We /can/ look this way but it's a bit....trick or treat. You got anymore dumbass questions by the way?"

Kirishima looked slightly taken aback, "Look dude I didn't mean to upset you, I was just curious-"

"You didn't upset me. As if I would be upset by you going on about some dumb stereotypes." Bakugou scoffed.

"uh, ok if you say so." Kirishima stood and took his dirty dishes to the sink.

He proceeds to wash them, feeling like a certain pair of eyes were burning a hole into his back as he did so.

Bakugou changes himself back into his more human like form, but chooses to show his dark horns that curl back and end behind his ears.

Kirishima pauses when he turns around, smiles at Bakugou but holds his tongue and decides not to comment.

a little later Kirishima is cleaning up his apartment. with an armful of laundry, he turns to Bakugou, lazing on the couch reading a magazine and asks, "Y'know you could help me out here bro?"

"I /could/, but I'm not going to."

"Dude cmon! you could just use your magic and then it'd all be done!"

"Yeah I /could/ do that, but I'm still not going to."

Kirishima sighed but made his way over to his washing machine. He's wiping down the coffee table when he asks, "I got class tomorrow morning by the way, so you're going to have to entertain yourself."

Bakugou keeps reading, not reacting to Kirishima's words.

The rest of their evening goes much the same, Kirishima cooking and eating mostly in silence and any attempts he makes at getting Bakugou to talk falls flat.

the morning comes all too soon as usual. He throws on his jeans, Tshirt with a shirt over it. spikes his hair up as usual and throws on his combat boots on his way out the door with his textbook in hand.

He doesn't see Bakugou all morning, he assumes he must just be in bed asleep. Which is what he'd be doing right now if he could.

He chats with his friends Denki and Sero as they wait for their professor to show up.

the room goes silent when the professor arrives.

'Urgh. same old grumpy dude as always.'

"Morning class, turn to page 352 in your textbooks."

Kirishima does as he's told, the professor prattling on about something else.

Within about then minutes of the lesson starting, Kirishima can feel himself zoning out. eyes glazing over as his mind wanders.

"You should really pay attention," a hot breath fans over the back of his neck as he speaks.

Kirishima jumps in his seat, making an odd noise as he turns around and sees Bakugou stood behind him.

"the fuck?!"

The class is now looking at Kirishima, he looks around the room at them, confused as to why nobody is looking at a blonde demon stood behind him.

"Only you can see me, dumbass."

"Oh," Kirishima gulps and blushes, "uh sorry about that,"

the class turns around once again as the professor starts to speak once again.

Kirishima wants to turn around and ask Bakugou what in the world he's doing here but at the risk of looking insane, he instead tries to focus on the lecture.

This is kinda difficult when he can hear Bakugou walking around behind him, sometimes he feels Bakugou breathing against his neck, he tries to elbow him when Bakugou goes to sit down next to Kirishima.

Bakugou dodges his elbow and sits down next to Kirishima.

"Fuck me this is boring," He says as he rests his head in one of his hands.

Kirishima ignores him, he needs this class if he wants to have any hope of not flunking his exams.

Bakugou looks over at Kirishima, smirking as he takes his notes. then he gets up.

Kirishima resists the urge to turn around and look. He nearly breaks his pencil though, when he feels warm air ghost over his ear.

He rubs at it and covers it. soon though he feels something rub along the curve of his neck, making his skin form goosebumps in its wake.

"You told me to /entertain/ myself," Bakugou whispers against Kirishima's skin.

Kirishima screams in his head about how, 'This isn't what I meant!' but he's completely powerless to do much about it.

Then it stops. Kirishima's skin adjusting to the loss of contact as his skin cools.

He nearly giggles out loud when he feels hands at his sides, feeling a clawed thumb scratch along his skin as Bakugou's hands make their way from his ribs to his chest. Kirishima curses his sensitivity right now.

Bakugou pinches his nipples, both of them being gently twisted between his thumb and finger while his claws gently dig into Kirishima's delicate flesh.

"You have a /very/ nice body Ei, so soft, smooth and /hard/ in all the right places," Bakugou whispers.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck! don't get hard now, don't get hard now,' Kirishima tries to will his dick now. just concentrate on the professor, that man would kill anyone's boner.

"That's it, you keep being a good boy,"

Kirishima can feel Bakugou lick his ear lobe, work it between his teeth as Kirishima continues to try and appear cool and calm. Bakugou begins to pinch Kirishima's nipples, treating them more roughly as time continues.

"Tell me Ei, do you like things a bit more rough or perhaps more gentle?"

Kirishima continues to ignore Bakugou as best he can.

Bakugou lets go of Kirishima's stiff nipples and starts to glide his hands downwards.

One of Bakugou's hands pauses at Kirishima's stomach and the other continues to travel.

"Quit it!" Kirishima says sternly, whispering as he fidgets in his seat. He said it in the direction of his fairly confused friend. He manages to lose Bakugou's hands.

Fortunately, the lesson continues as normal. So peacefully that Kirishima begins to forget about Bakugou.

then he gets a sharp reminder when he feels lips on his nipple, 'HOW THE FUCK CAN A DEMON EVEN DO THAT!'

He looks down and is confused to see his nipple not moving but he can still feel it being flicked by Bakugou's tongue.

"Your chest is really sensitive," Bakugou says with his lips against Kirishima's skin, he massages the other nipple as he goes back to playing with one.

Kirishima tries to shoo Bakugou away, but his hand seems to have no effect. he tries to be subtle as he swipes his own chest, but gets odd looks from both Sero and Denki before he waves at them dismissively.

'Great now my friends think I'm crazy,' Kirishima sighs as Bakugou turns his attention to Kirishima's other nipple.

When he feels Bakugou's teeth graze it he snaps, "Will you fucking stop it!?" he growls in a whisper to his chest.

"Is there a problem Mr Kirishima? or perhaps there's something you'd like to share with the whole class?"

"Uh, no sir! sorry, sir."

"Why don't you come to the front and answer this question for us?"

As much as Kirishima would love to tell his teacher to fuck off, he can't. begrudgingly he shuffles out of his seat, at least there's no Bakugou hanging off his nipples anymore.

Kirishima takes the board marker in hand. Soon he's writing the answer with the pen squeaking away as he writes.

Then his Hell returns.

Bakugou has his hands on Kirishima's body again as he hugs him from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. Bakugou grinds his stiff prick against Kirishima's jeans.

Kirishima pauses slightly as he writes, feeling Bakugou stroke up his arm as he does so.

Kirishima gulps, hoping his erection isn't going to be too noticeable when he turns around. Bakugou continues to grind his body against Kirishima,

"Something wrong, baby?"

Kirishima grips the pen tight as he pushes himself to finish answering the question. Even with Bakugou, licking and kissing his ears and neck whilst groping him.

After the professor says he's right Kirishima heads back to his seat, uses the corner of his shirt to hopefully hide his erection. He looks at the clock above the board, and is happy to see there are only about ten minutes left of this class.

Bakugou leaves him alone for those last minutes. Kirishima is slightly confused at why he was, kinda sad for whatever reason. Maybe he needs to go home and masturbate? yeah, that's it.

'Hmm actually...screw it, I'll just take care of this here.'

Kirishima says goodbye to his friends, avoiding their questions about his odd behaviour. He quickly makes his way to one of the restrooms, and thanks his lucky stars that it's empty.

He locks the stall door behind himself, he might have only been at half-mast right now but, he was certain just thinking back on the lesson would quickly change that.

Kirishima takes the bottom of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, but keeps his arms in the sleeves.

He didn't want to get cum on his clothes after all. He unbuttons the top button on his jeans when he hears the restroom door open and footsteps. He freezes, listening intently as the footsteps move around.

"Hey, you ok Ei?"

Kirishima sighs, "Uh yeah, I'm fine. Is there something you need?"

"Nah, Sero and I were just worried about you, sure you're ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine dude, I'll catch up to you both later."

Kirishima hears his friend hum in affirmation, soon followed by footsteps and him leaving.

Kirishima wants to be sure though, so he unlocks the door and is immediately greeted by a face full of sexy scowling demon.

"Having fun?"

Kirishima jolts back, before poking his head back out and checking to see if it's just Bakugou out there, and yes it is just him.

Bakugou barges his way into the stall with Kirishima, locking the door behind himself.

"Y'know it's not really cool to show up to my class and act like that,"

"Heh, are you really trying to tell me off with your tits hanging out?" Bakugou giggles as he pokes Kirishima's chest with a finger.

"They aren't tits! Now if-"

Bakugou interrupts Kirishima, "Oh right, I interrupted your jerk off session,"

"That's!..." Kirishima blushes at Bakugou's bluntness.

With Kirishima distracted Bakugou takes the opportunity to turn him around and place both his hands against the wall.

Kirishima tries to take his hands away but they refuse to leave the wall, "Dude what the Hell?"

"I'm the reason for your /issue/ right? then I should take care of it."

Before Kirishima can argue, Bakugou has two clawed fingers inside Kirishima's mouth.

"There, a much better use for your mouth."

Bakugou's other hand is roaming over Kirishima's exposed torso. He rests his head on Kirishima's shoulder as he watches.

"Mm, I really did mean what I said before, you have such a nice body,"

Kirishima mumbles around the fingers massaging his tongue.

Bakugou traces the outline of Kirishima's abs, smirking as he sees Kirishima's nipples go hard. He notices Kirishima's whole body tighten up as Bakugou's hand travels down further.

Bakugou manages to unzip Kirishima's jeans. He rubs over Kirishima's erection, telling him that it's so warm and hard. Bakugou continues to tease Kirishima, rubbing over his clothed erection with his nails, sometimes massaging the head of his cock gently.

A wet spot soon begins to form, was Kirishima really this backed up?

Bakugou kisses his neck as he reaches in to pull Kirishima's cock out.

"Well well, not bad, not bad at all," Bakugou says as he looks at the cock in his hands,

Why does every nice word from Bakugou make Kirishima feel so weak? Kirishima thinks it must be some kind of secret demon powers.

Bakugou starts to slowly jerk Kirishima's cock. Starting out gently gripping it, whilst rubbing his own excitement against Kirishima's ass.

Bakugou is soon building up his pace, sometimes rubbing his thumb over the head of Kirishima's cock to rub the beads of pre-cum. Kirishima is moaning against Bakugou's fingers, wrapping his tongue around his digits tightly.

"Sucking on my fingers so greedily, they taste that good?"

Kirishima feels his knees go weak when Bakugou goes faster, He can't keep his mouth closed as he's panting like a dog now.

Kirishima feels so hot now, his forehead is shining with his sweat slightly, drool is escaping from his lips, He doesn't think a handjob has ever felt this good before in his life.

"Say Ei, How about we make a new deal hm? we forget about the bet, go back to your place and I give you a night of unimaginable pleasure and then we go back to Hell. Hows that sound?"

Bakugou removes his fingers, moving his hand down to Kirishima throat, feeling his Adam's apple bob against his palm as Kirishima swallows.

He hums for a response.

"I-I..." Kirishima begins.

"Is that a yes or no?" Bakugou asks in a stern tone.

"I...No, I can't."

"Urgh, fine." Bakugou lets go of Kirishima abruptly. slamming the stall door open before he leaves the restroom.

Once he's left Kirishima can once again remove his hands from the wall.

He sighs before closing the door and deciding he's going to have to finish himself off.

Just as he starts to stroke himself again, however, he's interupted by the fire alarm going off. Maybe if he can make this quick he can finish and be outside before anyone notices.

After a minute or so though, there's a teacher poking his head in the restroom and banging on all the stall doors looking for any students.

Kirishima curses under his breathe as he tucks his stiff cock away and pulls his T-shirt back down before leaving the room.

On his way down the hall, he spots Bakugou leaning against the wall. Bakugou smirks before exiting the building ahead of Kirishima.

Kirishima spots Denki and Sero outside. He chats with them on his way to his other classes and they all meet up for lunch.

Kirishima doesn't see Bakugou for the rest of his school day. By the end of the day, Kirishima is counting down the minutes until he can head home and finish what he started earlier.

'Urgh why did my last class have to be maths,' Kirishima thought as he watched the clock tick-tock with an agonizingly slow pace.

He shoots up like a rocket out of his seat when the bell rings.

'Finally!! Now do I want to jerk off in the shower or in bed...the shower is easy clean up but in bed, I could watch some porn...hmmm'

Kirishima is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice Bakugou before he bumps shoulders with him outside.

"Woah sorry dude, Oh Hey Katsuki!" Kirishima raises his hand as he smiles at him.

Bakugou raises his brow and crosses his arms before responding, "Hm, surprised you're not pissed off about earlier,"

Before Kirishima has a chance to respond he's got both his friends throwing their arms around his shoulders. They all greet each other before Sero asks, "So, who's your friend?"

Kirishima raises both his brows up as he points to Bakugou, "Him?"

"Well, duh"

"Oh uh, this is Katsuki Bakugou."

Sero and Denki both greet him but only get a scowl and glare in return.

"Say Ei, we were just about to head out to get a drink and maybe something to eat, want to come with?"

Kirishima thought for a moment before Denki moved to stand next to Bakugou and said, "Your friend can come with us if you want?"

"Well I mean, he might be busy or uh-"

"Hmph. Let's go."

Denki bravely wraps his arm around Bakugou, leading him past Kirishima and Sero.

Sero shrugs his shoulders at Kirishima before he jogs off towards the pair. Kirishima mentally curses before running to catch up with the trio.

They soon arrived at Subway. Sero and Denki go on ahead and get their sandwiches made without any fuss. Kirishima is next in the line. Bakugou goes from eyeing the menu curiously to watching the staff like a hawk when he's stood in front of the glass.

Bakugou chooses the same bread and size as Kirishima. The staff ask Kirishima what filling he'd like, "Just give me like some of each meat, please."

Bakugou looks over at Kirishima, "Should you get some vegetables?"

"It's fine dude!"

"Ei, get some vegetables."

Kirishima lifts his hands in a placating manner, "ok ok, fine. can you throw some lettuce and onions on there too please."

Bakugou rolls his eyes but accepts the compromise. Bakugou gets his sandwich made, they pick up a couple water bottles and soon they're both at the till. Bakugou immediately picks up his order and is walking off to the table beside Denki and Sero. Kirishima chuckles as he pays.

He joins Bakugou at his table, sitting across from him. They all chat idly, soon though the conversation turns to who Katsuki is and how does Kirishima know him?

"We met when he sold his soul for-"

"When I sold my pole! yeah when I sold my pole." Kirishima interrupts Bakugou.

Sero looks at Kirishima confused, "Your pole?..."

"Yeah, you know they say pole dancing is a great workout? well, I put a pole up in my room but it just wasn't my thing so Katsuki bought it. Yep."

All eyes are on Kirishima as he squirms, sweats and blushes because of his lie.

"Right...anyway," Sero says, clearly trying to move the conversation along, past the somewhat tense atmosphere.

They've soon finished their meal and Kirishima gets himself dragged off to a local bar with Bakugou in tow. One drink turns into two turns into, Well you get the idea.

The street lights are shining brightly as Bakugou and Kirishima are walking home.

Kirishima thankful for the crisp night air to help sober him up for the journey home. He noticed this before but Bakugou isn't really interested in a conversation. Though he didn't really help himself when he'd catch himself staring at Bakugou.

And how did Bakugou react? Sometimes he'd smirk slyly, other times he'd lick his lip or work it between his pearly white teeth. All that Kirishima could handle, what drove him to nearly diving over the table and riding that demon's dick right there?

It was this one particular time, with Kirishima sat deep in one of those seats that feel like quicksand as soon as you put any weight on them. He was buzzed by this point, the alcohol whispering questionable ideas and thoughts into his head as he took more and more sips.

And across from him sat this person, no, what felt like his desire personified in human form, looking at him like there was nobody else there, like he was one step from reaching out and devouring Kirishima down to his bones, there and then.

Someone like that was looking at Kirishima, smiling, making him feel so incredibly wanted and what did he do that was like the cherry on this metaphorical delicious treat? It was simply Bakugou licking his fingers clean when some of his drink got on them.

Kirishima couldn't tear his eyes away from Bakugou's pink, wet tongue licking and curling around just two of his fingers and finally popping his thick thumb into his mouth and sucking it clean.

all that had Kirishima readjusting himself in his trousers so that his raging hard-on was less noticeable.

He's pretty sure he was staring, open-mouthed at Bakugou during that little display. Fortunately, neither Sero or Denki seemed to notice them.

But now here they are, walking down the street, side by side, saying nothing.

Kirishima might have been worried about the awkward silence, if his balls didn't feel like they had enough cum in them to sink the Titanic.

He nearly ran to his bedroom after opening the front door. He quickly makes an excuse to Bakugou after they arrive home, both of them outside their respective bedroom doors.

"Well, goodnight bro!" Kirishima beamed.

"Mm yeah," Bakugou began, door open as he began to walk into but soon stopped and turn around and added, "By the way, you can't cum, unless you win the bet. Night!" and proceeded to close his bedroom door behind him.

Kirishima repeated what Bakugou said in his head once, twice and then it finally hit him, 'Wait I can't cum?!'

He shouts to Bakugou from the outside of his bedroom door, "What do you mean I can't cum?!"

No answer.

He starts to knock on the door, "Katsuki, explain what you mean, please"

still, no answer.

'Hmph, I'll cum if I damn well want to. He's probably talking crap anyway.'

Sadly Kirishima is wrong.

No matter how much he jerks himself off he cannot ever reach the peak of his pleasure and cum. He can only ever reach the very edge, and that's it.

Well fuck.

Bakugou words played on repeat in Kirishima's head, along with the heavy feeling in his balls meant he didn't get much sleep.

Kirishima is sitting at the table with a cup of black coffee when Bakugou finally emerges from his room.

Kirishima leant back in his chair, "good morning, care to explain what you meant last night?"

"Heh, not wasting any time this morning eh?" Bakugou pulls up a chair not far from Kirishima before he continues, "Do you remember what I said when we made our bet?"

"uhhh, that we couldn't have sex?"

"Yep, you probably should have asked me to be a little more /specific/" Bakugou smirks as he leans back, hands interlocking behind his head.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Should have asked what exactly I meant by 'sex', duh."

"But surely that's just, like, sex? sex is sex!"

"Well, do demons and humans define sex in the same way?"

"Uh, I don't know...."

"Exactly, you just assumed like a dumbass."

"Ok so maybe I fucked up, but-"

Bakugou interrupts Kirishima, bringing one hand down to point at him as he spoke, "No buts. I asked if you were sure and you agreed to it."

"Thats not fair!"

"You keep arguing about fairness with a fucking demon."

"So let me get this straight, I can't cum unless I win my soul back?"

"Yes."

Kirishima leans his body forward and wraps his arms around his head as he rests his face against the table.

"This sucks," Kirishima mumbles out.

Bakugou chuckled slightly to himself as he brought his hand back up to lace them together once again.

Kirishima got up and dragged his feet to his room. He pulled out his laptop and spent some time doing some research. Searching, "How to make someone fall in love with you," in google.

He read through the wiki-how article.

'Ok number 1 is taking care of yourself, think we can check that one off. Number 2 is show them that you're more than just a pretty smile...'

Kirishima thought some more, What is he passionate about?

It's a question that Kirishima struggles to answer, He mostly goes to school, hangs out with his friends and sleeps...not exactly a thrilling life.

'Hm, guess I like the gym, video games and... I need some new hobbies.'

Kirishima turned over and buried his face into his pillows, was his life really this boring?

'Though I suppose trying out some new hobbies with Katsuki could be fun,'

Kirishima then got back on his laptop and done even more research on a few new hobbies to try.

Kirishima goes to class the next day and thankfully for him he isn't disturbed by Bakugou this time.

Kirishima arrives back home straight after his classes this time, He's welcomed home by Bakugou sat on his couch, reading one of his magazines.

"Hey, Bakubro!" Kirishima cheerfully says as he sits down next to Bakugou on the couch,

"What," Bakugou responds curtly.

"You got plans tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"Ok well, I got some fun stuff planned so y'know be ready to leave in the morning!"

"like what?"

"Secret bro," Kirishima gets up, making a shushing motion with a finger over his lips.

What would you like to see them try first?

*****

Kirishima yells out a "Tada!" when Bakugou walks out of his room into the re-arranged living room.

Bakugou hummed as he looked around the room. The coffee table had been pushed until it was right next to the couch, leaving a large empty space in the middle of the room.

"So what's this for?"

"We need the room for our first fun activity! Yoga!"

"Yoga? fucking yoga?"

"Dude it'll be fun, just go put on some comfortable clothes you can move around in," Kirishima said in his black leggings and tank top.

Bakugou does even leave the room to change his clothes into something similar to Kirishima's outfit.

"Or-or you could just use your powers, that's cool too I guess," Kirishima says as he tries not to turn his gaze straight to Bakugou's body or his crotch.

Bakugou saunters over to the wide-open area, standing not too far from Kirishima.

Kirishima put on some background music before turning around and stating,

"Ok I have done some research so don't worry I think I got this!" He smiled as he spoke and gave himself a thumbs up.

"Let's just get this over with," Bakugou grumbles as he sits down on one of the mats Kirishima put out for them.

Kirishima sat down on his own mat, they do some stretching before starting their yoga poses.

"Ok for this one we just need to get on all fours,"

Kirishima happily gets into this /familiar/ position. Bakugou does the same, though his gaze goes straight to Kirishima's peachy behind, and Kirishima totally isn't sticking his butt out slightly. nope.

Kirishima chastises Bakugou when he reaches a hand out to grab his behind with a raised voice saying, "Moving on! ok for this next one is called 'Downward dog' we just need to raise our butts up in the air."

Bakugou smiled as he followed along with Kirishima.

The pair held their poses, breathing and listening to the music as they relaxed.

"Ei, I think there's a problem," Bakugou said as he stood up, walking towards Kirishima.

"What's wrong? h-hey! stay on your mat!"

"But Ei your pose isn't correct, relax, I just want to help you."

"Bakugou, I swear if you touch me-"

"Shh just concentrate on your breathing and pretend I'm not even here,"

"Fine."

Kirishima eyes shot open when Bakugou first touched his leggings, using both his hands to grab two generous helpings of Kirishima's toned ass.

"H-hey, Bakubro..."

Bakugou shushed him, telling him to just think about his breathing or centre, or whatever.

Bakugou ran his thumbs down Kirishima's cheek, gripping tightly when it reached the part where his butt meets his thighs, he jiggled Kirishima's butt slightly, watching enraptured.

Bakugou reached underneath, pulling up Kirishima by his stomach, "There, much better," Bakugou says as he checks to see if Kirishima's butt is aligned with his hips, it is.

He rubs his quickly filling erection against the cleft of Kirishima's ass, while he grips Kirishima hips his clawed thumbs digging Kirishima's lower back as he rubs tight circles.

"Ok dude, think my pose is just fine now,"

"Mm, it really is,"

Kirishima looked over his shoulder and motioned for Bakugou to join him back on his mat.

After they both hold the position for a minute or so they move on.

"Right, this one is called 'The lizard pose,' need to put your hands and elbows down in front of you, one foot up next to your hands and your other foot is stretched, well out and relaxed without using our knees."

"Your explanations are shit."

"Just follow me."

Bakugou huffed but watched as Kirishima got into position, eyes not so subtly staring at his butt and the back of his stretched out thigh.

"Hmph, seems simple enough."

Soon they're both in the same pose, one of them a bit more wobbly than the other.

With a slightly red face, Kirishima says, "Ok cool, now let's try the 'shoulder stand' pose,"

He instructed Bakugou to lift his lower body off the ground and put his hands on the back of his own waist/hips and to keep his legs straight.

Bakugou (As with everything they've tried) does it perfectly and makes it look completely effortless.

As with their previous poses, they held it for a minute or two.

"Ok this next one we just gotta move our arms and legs a bit, it's called 'The plow pose.' ok now we need to flatten out arms out behind us, keep our legs together and bring them down so they're dangling over us"

After a minute or so, Bakugou stands up.

"Dude not again! my pose is fine!"

"Shut the fuck up."

Kirishima makes a peep of confused as he tries to move, but quickly discovers that his body cannot move.

Bakugou stands over him, looking down at Kirishima's ass, on display like the delicious banquet that it is.

"H-hey, this aint funny,"

"I told you to stay quiet."

Bakugou leans down, opening up Kirishima legs.

"You think you can play me for a fool?"

Kirishima cannot open his mouth, so he shakes his head vigorously.

"Oh come on, all these poses, your tight clothing, your sexy groans, you think I wouldn't notice you trying to entice me? well consider me very enticed."

Kirishima's eyes go wide, what is Bakugou talking about?!

Bakugou bends down, positioned so Kirishima's ass slots perfectly against Bakugou's bulge. Bakugou grins himself against Kirishima, watching as Kirishima's cock soon starts to gain interest.

Taking one of his hands off Kirishima's thighs, he rubs at his clothed erection, sometimes using his black claws to rub it, rough sounds coming from the fabric.

"Hmph, this is what you get for thinking you could get one over on me. I'm going to edge you so much you'll beg me to drag you to Hell."

Kirishima continues to shake his head, trying his best to please his innocence.

Bakugou moves back, kneeling behind Kirishima. He takes one of his legs in hand, kissing the back of Kirishima's thigh, sometimes gently nipping at the skin.

"Fuck, you and your soul taste so good,"

Bakugou bites slightly harder on the inside of Kirishima's thigh, ripping through the fabric. He spits it out onto the floor. He licks and sucks at the small amount of skin on display. Soon giving Kirishima's other thigh the same treatment.

Bakugou puts both legs down beside him, Making Kirishima's junk and hip bones protrude out.

"Show you what the fuck happens to anyone who tries to cock tease me."

Bakugou licks up Kirishima's cock, ignoring the taste of fabric, instead focusing on the heady masculine scent.

"Hmph, as I thought, this is far more fun when I can hear you,"

Kirishima could finally speak!

"Dude what the Hell!! I didn't mean to tease you!"

"And why should I believe you?" Bakugou asks just before licking and sucking on the wet spot at the head of Kirishima's cock.

Kirishima lets out a filthy moan before yelling, "BECAUSE I WOULD NEVER LIE TO SOMEONE I LIKE!"

"Eh?"

"Please just stop, Katsuki"

"Urgh, had to say the magic words didn't you?"

Kirishima falls down like a puppet who had it strings suddenly cut.

Bakugou leans against a piece of furniture as he waits for Kirishima to become less disorientated and join him.

There's a few beats of silence between them.

Kirishima racks his brain thinking just how or where to start a conversation.

"So-"

"Well,-"

They both speak at the same time.

Kirishima chuckles as Bakugou looks away. Even a powerful demon from Hell can have his cute moments.

"So, uh could you explain some things for me?"

Bakugou still looking away brings one knee up to rest his arm on it, "Like what?"

"Well, for a start what that was all about would be nice."

"You were acting like a fucking tease. Simple."

"Hm, You know that I wasn't right? not on purpose anyway."

"So you say."

"How can I prove to you that I'm telling the truth?"

"You can't."

Kirishima visibly became deflated, he didn't like being thought of as anything but an honest person.

"Can I ask you something else then?"

"You get two more questions."

"And I'm guessing if I ask you why that'll probably be one of my questions?"

"Yeup."

Kirishima leaned back, looking up to his ceiling as he thought carefully.

"Firstly, why did you say that me AND my soul taste good?"

Bakugou smiled, the kind of smile that always made Kirishima's breathe get caught in his throat.

"Because they do."

Kirishima furrowed his brows at Bakugou, "You're going to have to explain better than that."

"Fine, fine. Souls and the person they're attached too all carry this kinda smell, fuck it's hard to explain, basically whenever a human commits a sin, whether it be against man, nature or God, a unique smell will become stained to their soul."

Bakugou gestures with his hands as he continues his explanation, "It smells like, like...." He thinks for a moment, "Like blood. So you could imagine someone with a lot of sins smells like a wounded animal to a demon-"

Which is why weak demons will probably stalk it and pounce on it as soon as they can. Then there's the opposite, a soul with very few sins, very few imperfections, one like yours."

"My...soul tastes perfect?!" Kirishima asks in disbelief, gripping the chest area of his shirt.

"Well as far as adult souls go, that is. And before you ask no, demons don't eat children's souls. There I gave you your two questions," Bakugou states the last part as he stands up and walks past Kirishima.

"Dude c'mon! I've got so many more!" Kirishima tries to plead with Bakugou as he turns to go down the hallway.

"Tough shit, I gave you two." Bakugou bellows as he closes his bedroom door behind him.

Kirishima was alone with his thoughts. Bakugou's answers from before only left him with even more questions.

*****

After a shower and a light lunch, Kirishima is walking out the door with Bakugou.

"So remind me again what we're doing now?"

"Well for a bit of extra cash, I walk some peoples dogs."

Bakugou rolls his eyes but still follows Kirishima to his neighbour's doors.

They're at the first neighbour's apartment after she hands the harness over to Kirishima, he introduces Bakugou to the Bulldog, "This big guy is Churchill!"

Bakugou looks at the dog and doesn't really respond. First dog down three more to go.

"Two more stops then we can head off to the park,"

Bakugou murmured in agreement. Churchill pulled ahead with Kirishima holding his leash.

Kirishima had to try and relax Churchill as he tried to jump up at the neighbour who answered the door. After a moment or so the older gentleman brought a pair small golden coloured Pomeranians to the door.

Kirishima thanked him as he took the leash, "Say hi to Lucky and Charms."

Bakugou rolled his eyes at the reference as he took the leashes in hand.

"The last one isn't too far from here and it's on the way to the park anyway!"

They soon arrive at the house between Kirishima's home and the park. Kirishima knocks on her door and greets the red-haired owner. As she leaves the door open to go and get her dog Bakugou turns his head to the side as he watches her leave.

Kirishima shoves his shoulder, making Bakugou put his hand out as he wordlessly mouths, "What?"

Soon enough a happy little white dog is happily wagging his tail as Kirishima greets him.

The owner bends down and kisses her dog on his forehead and tells him to be a "Good boy" and that she'll see him soon.

Kirishima takes the leash in hand as he introduces Bakugou to the dog, "And this little fella is Buddy! if I remember right he's a poodle and uh, shit zoo mix?"

Bakugou shakes his head as he chuckles, "She single?"

"Dude don't you dare!"

"What? her soul smelled really good."

"I don't care leave her alone," Kirishima narrows his eyes as he walks with the excited pair of dogs.

"Fine fine."

They've soon arrived at the dog park, though they're still walking through the area where dogs have to stay on their leash. Churchill is still pulling Kirishima through the park with all his strength.

Soon they arrive at the section of the park where dogs can be let off their leashes. Kirishima leans down letting Churchill off his harness first, who immediately makes a beeline to his favourite tree.

After a little scratch behind his ear, Buddy is the next off his leash as he runs off following Churchill.

The poms are waiting patiently as Bakugou bends down to follow suit, soon all the dogs are off their leashes and running around in pairs.

The poms are not too far from each other as they socialise with the slowly growing group of dogs. Churchill is busy digging a hole, and Buddy soon returns to Kirishima with an oversized stick in his mouth before dropping it at his feet as a /subtle/ hint.

"Heh ok bud, you ready? steady?....fetch!" Kirishima throws the stick within seeing distance, he'd learnt the hard way about not throwing sticks with all his strengths and not being able to see exactly where the said dog disappears off to.

Bakugou's looking around the park when Kirishima interrupts his peace, "What you thinking?"

"Not much,"

Before Kirishima has a chance to ask Bakugou anything else, he sees Churchill neck-deep in his hole and trying to pull something out of it.

Bakugou feels something thud against his feet. He looks down and sees that a stick is resting on his shoes with Buddy not so far, sat down with his mouth open and panting as he waits.

Bakugou is tempted to tell him to get lost but decides to indulge the dog.

He picks up the stick and throws it not too far like Kirishima did and Buddy is off sprinting after it.

Almost immediately after this Bakugou hears barking coming from where the Pomeranians were, and yep, in the middle of a bunch of dogs barking were the two Pomeranians.

Bakugou stomps over, trudges past the bigger dogs growling at the smaller dogs, and snatches up both Lucy and Charms up in his arms, "Come here you little shits,"

They continue to bark at the dogs on the ground, soon making them jump on at Bakugou and get their muddy paws all over his jeans.

Bakugou tries to lift the poms up higher as he looks around for Kirishima.

He soon spots him with Churchill in his arms as he's trying to pull him away from whatever he has in his mouth, which Bakugou assumes must be a tree root, with how close the dog was digging to the tree.

He shoos the other dogs away as he tries to walk away from the crowd.

It's just then that Buddy returns, with a bigger stick than the one Bakugou threw "Where did you get that?!" He asks as he tries to escape, unfortunately for him, all the dogs begin their barking again with Buddy joining in, to bark at the much bigger dogs with the poms.

Bakugou bends down, picking up Buddy with Lucky and Charms. Now he has three dogs in his arms and a countless amount surrounding him, with them all barking at each other.

He tries to curse at these dogs, even go so far as to threaten them with murder but none of them seem to be scared or even really care.

Bakugou is more than thankful when Kirishima appears by his side with Churchill in his arms, "What happened?!"

"I don't know!! they just all went fucking crazy" Bakugou has to raise his voice to be heard over the 3 smaller dogs yipping.

Kirishima manages to get rid of all the stranger's dogs surrounding Bakugou and soon all the dogs are calm.

Most of the dogs are back on the floor, but Kirishima asks Bakugou to pause because he places Lucky backdown.

"I just noticed, you two look really similar!" Kirishima says with a smile as he looks between the pom and Bakugou.

"What? no, we don't," Bakugou responds while placing Lucky back on the ground.

"You do! you totally-"

"Do not finish that sentence unless you want me to use my powers and make you strip naked in public."

"Wait can you even do that?!"

"Do you really want to test me?"

Kirishima shakes his head as he laughs.