Katsuki's daughter passes away after being infected by a mysterious illness. Deku, who's been in America for the past few years, returns to Japan to help investigate what is believed to be an extended villain attack. He and Katsuki have drifted apart over the years but reconnect

right away at the funeral. That night, while Katsuki's wife is with her parents, Deku and Katsuki get drunk. They spend a while, talking about old times but a certain story brings forth the grief that Katsuki's been trying to hide. He collapses, breaks, sobbing and raging in a

grief-stricken fury. Deku lets him get everything out, lets the storm blow through, destroying whatever it wants and when Katsuki finally stops, he gathers him into his arms. Katsuki doesn't try to pull away; he pushes in even closer, curling himself around Deku's familiar warmth

They stay like that for a while - Deku stroking Katsuki's back, his hair, whispering over and over again that they'll find who's doing this, that they'll stop them. Katsuki says nothing, only rests in Deku's arms. It's an hour later when he finally pulls back. Their gazes lock.

Later, neither is sure who moved first but suddenly, their mouths are crushed together. The kiss is far from gentle - it's rough, desperate, almost crazed in its intensity. Katsuki devours Deku's mouth like a drowning man greedily sucks in gasps of air. There's no hesitation

from Deku, who frantically grabs at Katsuki, squeezing him with enough strength to make his ribs creak. They tumble onto the couch together. Katsuki lands on top of Deku, shifting between his muscular legs. With trembling hands, he rips and tears at his pants, wrenching them down

to expose his crotch and ass. Deku doesn't need to be told what to do - he rolls over onto his belly, spreading his legs further open to make room for Katsuki. Warmth presses flush to his back. Panting heavily into his ear, Katsuki yanks open the front of his jeans with enough

force to break the zipper. Something hot brushes against his ass. He trembles with a gasp. Curling his muscular arms tight around Deku, Katsuki leads the head of his cock to his twitching entrance and slowly pushes forward. They grunt and moan together. Being penetrated so

suddenly does hurt but Deku says nothing. He clings to Katsuki's arms, pushing his butt against him to force his cock in even deeper. As soon as Katsuki's pubic bone is pressed snugly to his butt, they both pause for a moment, panting heavily. The realization of what they're

doing dawns on both of them in that moment. Twisting his head slightly, Deku looks up into Katsuki's brightly flushed face. Beautiful red eyes, glistening with tears and a desperate, screaming need for warmth, comfort, anything to soothe this agony, stare back down at him.

Swallowing hard, his heart twisting inside his chest, Deku reaches up to gently caress Katsuki's cheek.
'It's okay.' He whispers, 'It's alright. Kacchan...come...come here...'
Katsuki's eyes widened. Fresh tears well up then trickle down his cheeks. Sobbing bitterly, Katsuki

lays down onto his back, squeezing him close. He began to shakily buck his hips, thrusting his cock deep into Deku's hole. It hurts...it still hurts a lot but he ignores it. A lump rose up in the back of his throat. Tears blur his vision. Holding tight to Katsuki's arm, he uses

what leverage he has to bounce back against Katsuki. Sobs echo up from the curve of his shoulder. Katsuki pressed his wet, hot face to his skin.
'Deku-! Deku-! Deku-!' He gasped and panted in a broken voice. Ramming his hips forward to completely sheathe his length inside Deku's

hole, he came to an abrupt halt.
'Dek-!' Katsuki gasped. His cock swelled up even bigger inside him then a flood of warm, thick fluid flooded into him. Deku shivered, a little surprised by how pleasant he found the sensation.
'Deku....Deku...Deku, Deku, Deku...' Katsuki panted.

Before he had even finished cumming, Katsuki was moving again, pounding into him with frenzied energy. A vibrant heat began to pulse in the base of his belly. With Katsuki's jizz inside him, it was easier for him to move, creating a friction that made Deku's head spin. Gasping

wetly, he only made it a few thrusts before he was cumming as well, dirtying the couch with thick ropes of semen. Suddenly, Katsuki jerked back. He grabbed hold of Deku's hips, rolling him over onto his back. His sweaty, snotty, teary face filled up his vision. Blinking slowly,

shuddering and moaning when Katsuki started to move again, Deku reached out to him - not quite touching him, just hovering, giving him the chance to choose. Without a hint of hesitation, Katsuki pushed down into his arms, pulling him into a tight embrace. Their lips came

together again in another desperate, frantic kiss. A hot tongue, tasting of the beer they'd just finished drinking, shoved its way into his mouth. Moaning softly, Deku hungrily sucked on it. Good...it felt so good...he...he felt a little guilty but...his eyes fluttered open.

Right now...this was what Katsuki needed, right? He...he wanted to make him feel good, to help alleviate the pain, if only a little bit. If he could do that, then...then...
'Deku...' Katsuki whispered against his lips, his voice heavy with snot and sobs, 'Don't you fucking regret

this tomorrow.'
Deku's eyes widened. He stared up into those pained red eyes for a moment then sighed softly. Wrapping his arms tighter around Katsuki's trembling body, he pushed his face into the curve of his shoulder, 'I won't...never, Kacchan. I'll never regret it.'

Sniffing messily, Katsuki nodded, pushing his calloused fingers through Deku's sweat drenched hair, 'Stay...just...just fucking stay...Deku'
'I'm not going anywhere, Kacchan. We're going to stop this...' Leaning back, Deku looked up into Katsuki's face, 'together.'
Katsuki's

bottom lip trembled. Sucking in a deep, shaky breath, he rested on top of Deku. Turning his head slightly, Deku pressed a kiss to his temple. After a moment of stillness, Katsuki began to move again. They held tight to each other until the morning, passing out into a restful

sleep in each other's arms. When Deku wakes up a few hours later, sore, hung over and in desperate need of a piss, Katsuki is sitting beside the couch, staring vacantly at the wall. Neither say anything for what feels like hours then Katsuki finally speaks in a rough voice.

'What do you want for breakfast, scum?'
Deku doesn't answer for a moment, startled by the unexpected question then replies softly, 'Let's go get some coffee.'
Katsuki slowly nods then gets to his feet. He holds a hand out to Deku, watching him with an unreadable stare.

Deku is a little unsteady on his feet when he stands. Before he can tumble back down onto his butt, Katsuki catches his arm, drawing him in close. Their chests bump together. A fresh flush of heat pours into Deku's cheeks. He tilts his head back to look into Katsuki's bright red

eyes.
'You're not leaving me.' Katsuki says in a strained voice after a pregnant pause.
'No, I'm not.' Deku replies easily.
Katsuki closely inspects his face for a long moment then nods and steps away, 'Bedroom is at the back of the house. Take a shower. Wear any of my clothes

you want.'
'Okay.' Deku says, resisting the urge to grab hold of Katsuki's arm and pull him back. He hated it...he hated the pain, the misery in Katsuki's gaze. He hated the grief. He...he wished he was stronger, that he had been in Japan so he could've stopped this before it

claimed his daughter but he knows...there's no changing what happened. All he can do is bring the villain to justice and do everything in his power to bring Katsuki even an iota of peace. No matter what...even if it hurt him, even if it destroyed him, he would help his Kacchan

it's ten at night - perfect time for some angst!

anyway, that (for now) is the end, friends