Sugar And spice

Chapter 32

Very short chapter.

just putting it out there that I'm back to finish the story.

so prepare for a week of updates.

Now on with the story.

Several weeks flew by in the blink of an eye and Izuku and Bakugou were wagering on their sons and Zen, betting on who would be first to confess.

"It's obviously going to be our son," Izuku confidently declared. With a cold, piercing glare, Bakugou skewered his partner with his eyes, as if he had cotton stuffed in his ears. The intensity of Bakugou's gaze made Izuku shudder.

Bakugou roared in fury, his cheeks red with rage. "Are you an idiot?! It's that damn Zen who needs to man up and confess already!" His voice mixed with disdain and contempt, yet love still resonated deep within. He could never bring himself to truly be mad at Izuku - Bakugou would love him 'til death.

Bakugou paced back and forth in their room breathing and cursing while Izuku lay on the couch, flipping through a book with a soft smirk playing on his lips. He knew his son better than anyone else; sometimes being slower was beneficial, despite what Bakugou may think.

"You don't have much faith in your son, Kacchan," Izuku said, although a smile remained on his face and his cheeks flushed brightly as he gazed at Bakugou's half-naked body. He flipped through pages of a book and sipped the wine that tasted like it was made just for him, feeling the luxurious velvet rolling down his throat with each drop mixed with blood. To be a vampire has its perks and Izuku had no regrets about becoming one in order to stay with Bakugou forever while they lived on.

Bakugou glared at him from across the room. Izuku is trying to stay calm and confident despite the bet he made. The stakes are high, as if he loses, his leg won't be able to move, and his bum would sting for several days while his tongue felt like it was on fire. But still, he feels sure that he will win and this belief gives him strength. Izuku don't want to eat at a spicy restaurant.

"Don't worry, I don't doubt our son," Bakugou growled through gritted teeth. "We have until Friday; that's two more days. You need to be patient," Izuku replied with an eye-roll at his spouse's lack of calmness. 

"I'm angry! Why won't you show me some love and affection? Give me butterfly kisses on my face and neck to cheer me up!" Bakugou whined, his lips pouting in a way that made Izuku's heart skip a beat. He was absurdly cute when he acted this way. Izuku just kept loving him more and more with each moment, never failing to grow even more fond of him.

Izuku's heart thumped wildly in his chest, and his lips quivered with the effort to contain the laughter that threatened to burst out of him. The longer he watched Bakugou, the more Izuku loved him - an unstoppable wave of emotion that kept washing over him like a tsunami, growing stronger with each passing second.

"Do you want that?" Izuku asked.

"Didn't I just say so?!" Bakugou whined.

"Then don't act spoiled and actually ask for it," Izuku replied, a raised eyebrow accompanying his words.

Bakugou grumbled and walked over to the bedside, fiddling with the pages of the book in Izuku's hand.

"Give me love," he muttered under his breath.

Izuku smiled, setting the book aside and opening his arms wide, allowing Bakugou to jump in. He ran kisses all over Bakugou's body; everywhere he could reach.