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  “Fuuuuuuuuck!”

Katsuki groaned as a firm hand gripped his aching cock, thumb digging into the slit. “Fucking tighter!” The hand tightened around his length, moving slowly up and down, using precum as lube. Another groan fell from his lips. Fuck. This is just what he needed.

He almost lost his shit when the hand loosened. All the anger disappeared as a hard cock rubbed against his, making his back arch off the mattress. “Mmfuck! I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  “I-I’m there!”

Katsuki reached down between their bodies and gripped both cocks between his sweaty hand. He tightened his grip and thrusted up once that caused them both to fall over the edge. The orgasm hit him hard, cum splattering over his sweat glistened skin. “...fuck...” he whispered between pants.

He closed his eyes as a forehead pressed against his shoulder, hot puffs of breath fanning over his skin. Yeah. This wasn’t happening. Katsuki shoved the man off him, causing him to tumble off the bed and onto the floor. “We don’t cuddle, bitch.”

The Alpha hero sat up with a cocky grin on his face. Black hair ruffled and teal strands sticking to his slightly red cheeks. “Damn, Kats, didn’t need to push me off. All you had to do was say please.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I’m really questioning why I fucking put up with you.” Seth Willow—AKA Enzo—started at War Zone two years ago. Not fucking sure how the two of them ended up becoming fuck buddies. No that’s a lie. He decided to rub one out in the locker room shower after a long ass day. He swore everyone was gone but fucking Seth popped into the shower stall, dropped to his knees and gave one of the best blow jobs he’s ever had.

Okay, the only blow job he’s ever had.

Now after a fucking rough day at work, Seth comes over, they get off and go separate ways.

  “You okay, Kats?” Seth asked. In the time his mind swirled, Seth got a warm washcloth from the bathroom and started wiping the cum off his chest. “You’re looking a little lost.”

That’s the problem. He was lost. He was so fucking lost that he’d probably never find the end of the stupid tunnel... because that tunnel was Izuku, and he ran away.

Katsuki grunted as he sat up, his eyes finding Seth’s. The man was beautiful, he’s not that blind to admit that. Creamy milky skin felt as soft as it looked. Almost as flawless as his own. Except for his left arm, it looked like someone injected his veins with black ink. It ran from his shoulder down to his fingers, sometimes if he used his quirk too much, the black ink would spread up his neck. Most of the time he wore a gloved arm sleeve.

Scars were better. Izuku was a hundred times better, duh. “Same old shit just a different day.” Seth nodded as he folded the cloth and ran it along his forehead, moving a few blonde pieces of hair out of the way. Sweet shit like this made his blood boil, he didn’t want it to be fucking Seth, he wanted Izuku to be—

  “Geez. You growl more than I do sometimes.” Seth laughed and wiped the cum off his own body then grabbed his jeans from the floor. “Have you tried calling him?”

  “Have you tried asking him out?” Katsuki shot back.

Seth narrowed his ocean blue eyes at him. “Mine’s different. He doesn’t believe he’s ‘good enough.” Seth spat, making air quotes. “If he wasn’t so damn cute, I’d find someone else.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Right. I swore I heard you say ma—”

  “Nope. We don’t talk about that, Zero. Ever.”

The two of them were too much alike. Both in love, both chicken shits. Katsuki knew exactly where Izuku worked, he could go to the states and demand to talk—to confess his damn love and see what happens. Instead... it was easier to give in to Izuku’s wants and stay away.

Seth handed the sweatpants to him from where the idiot stripped them off. Katsuki nodded a bit, pulling them on before running his hands through his hair. This is how it always ended. Once the high was gone, silence fell into place because they got off together instead of the ones they love.

  “Are you staying for dinner?” Katsuki asked softly. Fuck him. Why did this always need to be awkward as fuck?

Seth shook his head, “Nah. I’m gonna take a shower and go to the cafe. Cutie’s on nightshift tonight.”

  “Do you walk him home too?”

  “Nope.”

  “So, you stalk him as he walks home.”

Seth smirked, “Exactly. Can’t come on too strong! He’ll run away and never look back.” Katsuki couldn’t help but laugh a little. Seth was very possessive when it came to a certain barista. Same way he was with Izuku.

Katsuki shook his head as he stepped into the hallway. “I’m making enough for you and coffee boy.” Seth snorted but Katsuki didn’t wait for a reply. Padding across the living room to the kitchen, he stopped at the fridge and pulled out the things he needed for curry. Just as he pulled out the pot, he heard a slight click.

Then the front door opened.

Only three people had a key, Kirishima, Seth and fucking Todoroki.

Seth was already here and Kirishima can’t be quiet to save his life. So long behold, IcyHot stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

  “What do you want IcyHot?” he grumbled. “I’m fucking busy.”

Shoto walked over to him, “Perfect, you already have your shirt off.” Katsuki blinked as a cold hand landed on his shoulder, spinning him around then a flash hit him in the face. Katsuki rubbed the stars from his eyes. “Here’s your profile—good morning, Seth.”

  “Oh, this looks like an A, B conversation and I’ll C myself out.” Seth slipped out the door with a soft click. Shoto took his phone from the counter and unlocked it. Shoto tapped around on the screen, doing who fucking knows what.

Katsuki glared at Shoto. “What profile are you talking about?” Shoto turned the phone towards him. Holidate! Come find the perfect fake date for those dreadful moments this holiday season. No need to do it alone! Holidate has got your back! Katsuki glanced over the profile, scowling. “You blurred my scars and why the fuck is my username AA?!”

  “Angry Asshole.” Shoto smiled, “Fitting, isn’t it?”

  “I’m going to fuck you up.” Katsuki growled and snatched the phone from his fingers. “Why do I need a fake date?”

Shoto shook his head slightly, “No, you are the fake date. Midoriya called me to vent about how he agreed to come home for Christmas with his boyfriend—a boyfriend he doesn’t have.” Katsuki whipped his head up, meeting the mismatched eyes. Holy fuck. Izuku was coming home. He was coming home! This was his chance to finally confess!

Wait.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Hold the fuck on, Half n’ Half. You signed me up for a fake dating website and conveniently Deku needs a fake boyfriend?!”

Shoto looked him dead in the eye, he might as well have been looking into his soul. “I know you want Izuku back more than anyone. If anyone can get him to stay, it’s you.” Katsuki swallowed thickly. Everyone has told him that, it wasn’t new.

  “I can’t do that to him...” Katsuki whispered. “He needs to want to come back on his own.”

Shoto shook his head again. “But he won’t. He’s known as the Retired Hero Deku. He looks at himself and doesn’t see how amazing he truly is. All Izuku sees is the quirkless part of him.” Shoto took a step forward and laid his warm hand on his shoulder. “I already did all the work, now you just need to find his profile and message him.”

  “And when he finds out it's me?”

  “Well,” he smiled, “he may be flustered but your Kachan.” Katsuki felt like the phone in his hand was going to explode. Shoto gave him a final pat on the back and left without a word. That asshole always knows more than what he says.

Katsuki abandoned the curry and walked out to the living room, his fingers ran over the soft blanket that laid over the back of the couch… waiting for a certain nerd. “You being quirkless means nothing, Zuku... didn’t you see that when I apologized to you. When you became more than just Deku?”

Right before Izuku lost the last bit of embers, he got this stupid apartment. It had Izuku written all over it. Floor to ceiling windows, open floor plan, three bedrooms, two large bathrooms and the master had a damn jacuzzi tub that would fit them both. He made sure each room had the softest blanket in case the nerd got cold. When he turned one of the bedrooms into an office for the two of them, he made sure to add a snack corner, complete with a mini fridge full of drinks.

His stomach twisted in knots as he unlocked his phone and opened the app. Holidate seemed to make sense but didn’t all at the same time. All he had to do was find Izuku’s profile and message him.

At some point, he ended up laying across the light gray couch, arm tucked under his head. “Jesus fuck, there’s so many people who need dates?” Another swipe... and another... and anoth—Katsuki’s thumb froze over the side profile of a man’s chest. Scars. Beautiful fucking scars. Katsuki wanted to kiss every single one. They weren’t ugly like those bastards said, they held a beautiful story. Each one was different.

Just like Izuku. No one was like him.

Katsuki held his breath as he slowly dragged his thumb across the screen. A big red rose bloomed over Izuku’s profile. Match!

  “Okay, nerd, how many profiles have you swiped right on.” Katsuki quickly scanned over the page. It was pretty blunt. Izuku was looking for a two week boyfriend to get through the holidays. Katsuki raised a brow. “He’s offering to pay? The fuck.”

Katsuki smiled. The nerd always loved those stupid fucking emojis. His thumbs paused above the keys as a wave of sudden emotion washed over him like someone dumbed a cold ass water on him. Izuku was texting him back. It hurt. Izuku could text some stranger but not him?

Katsuki scratched his head, watching the bubbles appear then disappear again. He rambles through texts just like he does in person. Cute.

Katsuki grinned as he locked his phone. This was his one chance to get Izuku to come home and stay. Well, he’s never backed down from a challenge yet.