Barbarian!Bakugou is certain his travel companion of six months and lover of two months is a dragon shifter. There are just too many happenings pointing at that being true for them to be mere coincidences!

Like that red dragon Bakugou has seen at least twice when Kirishima was nowhere to be found. Or that one time when Kirishima stepped into the embers of their camp fire bare footed and didn't immediately scream in pain. There's just no way he's not a dragon shifter!

And Bakugou's a bit disappointed that his friend and lover doesn't trust him enough to share this part of himself. But he knows what it's like to have issues... so he waits patiently.

Or tried to. He did! But he just really wants Kirishima to confess already so they can have fun with some of his dragon bits. That would be one persistent fantasy finally satisfied!

But Kirishima doesn't confess. And weeks pass. Then some more.

It's not like Bakugou's unsatisfied in the fuck department. He's very satisfied! He gets dicked down regularly and Kirishima knows all of his sweet spots so damn well.

But Bakugou wants to see the dragon bits! The tail, the horns, the wings! And he wants to be trusted.

But mostly he-

"I want you to fuck me with your tail!" He blurs out one evening while they're slowly kissing by the fire, one of Kirishima's hands already under Bakugou's shirt.

Kirishima draws back in confusion.

"What?"

"You can drop the act, Eijirou. I know you're a dragon shifter and I'm fine with it! Hell, more than fine, I'm absolutely delighted!" Bakugou licks his lips and goes for a kiss but Kirishima recoils. Bakugou frowns. "What now?"

Kirishima doesn't answer but he removes his hand from under Bakugou's shirt. His eyes are cast down and dim .

Bakugou doesn't know what do about this heartbroken looking Kirishima. He's usually bright and all smiles. He outshines the sun in Bakugou's eyes. But now...

"Is... is that the reason why you wanted me as a lover?" Kirishima's voice is so uncharacteristically quiet and uncertain. "Because you thought I was a shifter? That I was someone... special?"

And it's Bakugou's turn to be confused. Kirishima should be happy that Bakugou's accepting and enthusiastic about his shifter status. But he's not. And Bakugou doesn't know what to do when Kirishima's eyes start to fill with tears. So he panics.

"You /are/ special, dumbass!"

It's definitly the wrong thing to say if the tears finally spilling and Kirishima bolting upwards is any indication.

Bakugou stands up as well, hands reaching for his lover but Kirishima sidesteps him and puts some distance between them.

"I'm not special. I-" Kirishima finally looks Bakugou in the eyes, lips quivering around the words. "I'm not a shifter, Katsuki. I should've known this was too good to be true. You're so- so talented, capable, fantastic. And I'm not much of anything. I'm sorry to disappoint..."

Bakugou's surprise is too great for him to prioritize Kirishima's feelings like he should.

"Wait a fucking minute! What do you mean you're not a shifter?! What about the red dragon?"

Kirishima's frown deepens, confusion setting in once again.

"I don't know what dragon you're talking about but I'm telling you - I'm not a shifter!" His voice raises and wavers.

And Bakugou forgets about the dragon.

And the embers. And everything else that he thought was pointing to Kirishima being a dragon shifter. They're not important now. If Kirishima is telling him that he's not a shifter, then Bakugou believes him, and everything else have been a weird coincidence.

Bakugou's not good at comforting. But he'll do his best and hope it's enough. And if it's not - he'll try again! Do better!

He steps closer to Kirishima and before the other have time to sidestep him, wraps his arms around him in a tight hug. Kirishima's stiff as a board.

"You are special, Ei." Bakugou mumbles against Kirishima's shoulder.

"I told you I'm not-" Kirishima begins but is quickly interrupted.

"Not a shifter, yeah, I got that. I believe you. But you're still special... " Bakugou gulps and his next words come out quietly. He's not used to saying mushy stuff. "You're special to /me/."

Bakugou feels Kirishima relax in the hug, arms wrapping around Bakugou's waist.

"And you shouldn't talk shit about yourself! You're strong, kind, reliable. You-" Bakugou's throat tightens but he keeps talking. "You didn't disappoint me, stupid! So stop crying!"

Kirishima's short and relieved laughter is in stark contrast with the wetness his tears have left on Bakugou's shoulder. He leans back just enough to look at Bakugou's face properly. There's still doubt in his eyes. Just a speck left.

"But you obviously wanted a shifter. I don't have a tail so I can't-"

"I thought /you/ were a shifter so I wanted to put your dragon bits to good use. I wanted them because I thought they belonged to /you/! Do you get it now?!"

As an answer Bakugou got a smile and a kiss on the lips from Kirishima.

"But I feel bad that you got so pumped about the shifter thing and I can't give it to you," Kirishima said, his lips set in a tiny adorable pout. The tear tracks on his face have already started to dry.

"Tch, it's whatever. Blowing my back out the regular way is fucking fine as well!"

Bakugou hopes that's enough to ease Kirishima's mind. If he needs to, he'll get even mushier though. Whatever it takes!

Kirishima seems to be back to his normal cheerful self so Bakugou relaxes.

They see the red dragon one more time and Kirishima jokingly suggests that Bakugou have only seen it when alone because he has been too distracted when he has been with Kirishima.

And...well, maybe it's true. Who knows? But once they start travelling again, they don't see the dragon anymore. Bakugou kind of misses it.

A month later they're back in the city and Kirishima goes straight to see his childhood friends - Tetsutetsu and Mina, the local blacksmith and leather worker respectively.

Bakugou doesn't think much about that. Kirishima is a friendly person and he loves spending time with his friends when they're in the city. It's nothing unusual.

Except Kirishima's acting a bit off. And Bakugou can't help feeling like his lover's hiding something from him. But considering he was wrong the last time he thought that, he keeps silent about it this time. He'll trust Kirishima to tell him when he's ready.

Two weeks after getting back to the city, Bakugou returns from the market early. Kirishima has left their house before him to visit Tetsutetsu again and Bakugou doesn't expect him to be back before noon. But his boots are near the door. The same boots he wore when he went out.

So he's clearly back early as well. But he's nowhere to be seen.

What's to be seen, however, is the big brown sack on top of the dining table. It immediately piques Bakugou's attention.

He unties the black ribbon on the bag and opens it as wide as possible. A metal pointy thing sticks out first. It's as thin as the butt of a needle at one end and widens quickly down the length, so much that Bakugou barely closes his fist around the flat bottom.

He pulls the thing out. Attached to it is an intricate design of leather straps. And another pointy thing, same as the first one. He rotates the weird collection of items in his hands, straightening out th leather straps. Holding them like he is, he realizes what they look like.

Horns. Dragon horns. The leather straps form a face mask of sort, to keep both bases of the metal horns firmly on the water's forehead. It's so well crafted, undoubtedly on of Tetsutetsu and Mina's creations.

Bakugou feels his face grow hot with realization.

It's not because the mask will undoubtedly be going on Kirishima's face. But because Kirishima definitly had the thing commissioned. And there's just no way Tetustetsu and especially /Mina/ didn't ask a fuckton of questions about it. And Kirishima's a terrible liar!

Even Bakugou's ears are hot now. He shouldn't care what some extras know about his and Kirishima's private life but he feels exposed. However, that feeling is pushed aside by the sheer excitement the masks and the horns stir in the pit of his belly.

Kirishima will look stunning this these on!

Bakugou wets his lips and puts the item on the table. The bag is big so there's definitly something else inside as well. His heart is beating faster and he's already making a guess at what that something else may be.

When he reaches inside, he takes out a snake like item, but it's thinner at one end and much wider at the other where it's attached to a belt and a few more leather straps to keep it well in place.

Bakugou whines audibly at the dragon tail. The leather is top quality and deep red in colour. And the tip is firm and rounded enough to-

"Katsuki!"

Bakugou jumps in the air like a spooked cat and almost drops the fake tail to the floor.

"Aww, you ruined the surprise!" Kirishima is now right next to Bakugou, taking something else from the bag. "Well, you might as well see those as well."

The items look like gloves made from thin leather straps but each finger is made of overlapping metal plates, ending in a sharp point. Dragon claws.

Kirishima puts them on and adjusts the straps until they fit him perfectly. He looks at Bakugou with uncertainty.

"Do you like them? I mean everything." He waves a hand towards the tail in Bakugou's hands and the mask with horns on the table. The motion is accented by the claws. They suit Kirishima so well.

Bakugou doesn't answer, not verbally at least.

He crowds Kirishima against the table and rubs his rock hard cock against his lover's thigh. His lips find Kirishima's and his mouth openes with ease for a deep kiss.

Kirishima's hands are gentle on his waist, mindful of the sharp claws. But Bakugou doesn't want them like that. He want to feel like they'd leave a bruise or a cut.

"Grip tighter!" He snaps, then thinks for a second and adds. "No, undress and put the other dragon stuff on as well!" He grabs at the tail and shoves it into Kirishima's chest.

Kirishima grins at him so wide his smile rivals the sun.

"I'm so happy you like them, Katsuki! I thought maybe you wouldn't want fake things but it was worth a shot. You looked so disappointed when you learned I'm not a dragon shifter and I felt so bad I couldn't give you the things you want. So I had to try something at least! +

And I'm really super happy it's working!"

The words tug at Bakugou's heartstrings. He couldn't have chosen a better lover even if he had searched all the land for years upon years.

He is into the dragon stuff alright. He is very into them. But what really gets him is that Kirishima went through all that planning for them just because they would make Bakugou happy.

"You, stupid.." Bakugou gives Kirishima another kiss before grabbing the mask with the horns from the table in one hand and Kirishima's wrist in the other. He leads them to their bedroom, pace quick with excitement.

Bakugou helps putting the dragon bits on. And he has been absolutely right. Kirishima does look stunning in them.

The horns and claws look amazing, although not as real as the tail does. With the rough leather and internal support frame, if it started moving on it's own +

and Bakugou wouldn't even be all that surprised.

It doesn't move on it's own though. Kirishima needs to guide it in and out of Bakugou's eager hole while he fucks him with it but damn it feels too good to have any complains.

And if Bakugou is honest with himself, he kind of prefers it that way - the dragon bits being fake. The real ones would've probably felt better but there is so much more meaning behind the fake ones.

Even if the fantasy's a bit ruined when Bakugou grips the horns too tight while Kirishima has his mouth around his cock, and rips the whole mask off.

But the gloves are sturdier, the claws biting into Bakugou's hips with just the right pressure to help send him into one of the best orgasms of his life.

When he's falling asleep in Kirishima's arms, he swears he hears something about wings. He hopes he's not imagining it. He didn't think it was possible to improve the dragon outfit but wings will absolute do that!

Damn, Tetsutetsu and Mina will take all of Kirishima and Bakugou's gold at some point.

The End