Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

10 - Not One Of His Soldiers

"Stop being a baby and just take it," the bastard that had trapped him in his own bathroom ordered, trying once again to force him to take the small cup of Benadryl from him.

"I don't need it," Izuku stubbornly said even as he resisted the urge to scratch every last inch of his body.

Thanks to the shower that Katsuki had forced him to endure, his skin no longer felt like it was on fire, but that damn itch wouldn't go away.

If he'd been alone, he would have dropped the towel and scratched himself to his heart's content by now, but he wasn't alone because the jackass refused to let him leave until he took some medicine.

He wasn't taking it. No way in hell was he taking it.

"I don't see the problem, Tinkerbelle," Katsuki said, placing the small cup of medicine on the sink counter so that he could cross his arms over his chest and glare down at him, looking every bit the intimidating Marine that he probably once was.

The fact that he was naked except for the towel wrapped around his hips didn't take away from the effect.

Izuku could appreciate the concern and bossiness over his well-being, he really could, but that didn't change the fact that he shouldn't take the medicine.

"Look," he said, sighing heavily as he reached up and pushed back his hair, somehow resisting the urge to scratch his face and neck as he did it, "I really appreciate what you did for me tonight. I do, but I don't need any medicine. I'm fine."

Katsuki didn't say anything as he continued to stare down at him.

Not one to let some guy intimidate him, Izuku stared back, fully expecting Katsuki to back down.

So when a minute or so passed and he still kept that glare up, Izuku couldn't help but shift nervously even as he struggled to hold his own in this contest of wills.

He would not lose, damn it!

"I-I don't need it," Izuku heard himself stammering nervously before he could stop himself.

Instead of arguing with him, Katsuki simply continued to glare.

"I'm not even really that itchy," Izuku rambled on nervously, absently scratching his right arm as he tried not to squirm beneath that glare that was actually starting to freak him out a little bit.

"I doubt that it would help," he continued to ramble on.

"..."

"I'll be fine in the morning," he added a moment later, needing to break the silence and hoping that Katsuki would stop glaring at him.

When the man still didn't speak or move for that matter, he added, "I react badly to medicine."

An understatement, definitely an understatement.

Instead of asking him to elaborate, Katsuki just kept on glaring down at him until he couldn't take it any longer and finally blurted out, "Fine!"

He grabbed the small cup of medicine, downed it in one sip and slammed the small disposable plastic cup on the counter.

Furious that he'd let the bastard intimidate him, he stormed past him, barely aware that Katsuki had stepped out of his way and kept on going.

He decided that it was for the best that he didn't look back, because if he saw even a hint of a smug smile on Katsuki's face, he was going to go outside, scoop up a handful of that white slime and shove it down Katsuki's throat.

*****

"Let the dream go, buddy, cause it's not happening," Katsuki absently told the erection making his shorts a little too snug, as he searched through the kitchen cabinet by the sink, looking for something to eat and distract himself from the memory of running his hands over Tinkerbelle's incredibly lush body.

With a snort of disgust, he slammed the cabinet door shut and moved onto the refrigerator as he cursed himself for reacting this way, especially over a boy who hated him.

He didn't need this complication in his life, but he'd be damned if he could think of anything else right now.

That last two hours had been...

Pure hell for him.

He'd never been more terrified in his life.

Several times he'd debated calling 119, but the fear that Izuku had take a turn for the worse during the time that it would have taken to get to his cell phone and make the call had kept his ass in the shower with him.

Not knowing what else to do, he'd let his training take over and he'd handled Izuku the way he would have if he'd been one of his soldiers.

It had been a good plan, a solid plan, but there had just been one small problem with it.

Izuku wasn't one of his soldiers.

Izuku was soft, curvy and without question a delicate boy.

So, he'd tried a different approach, one that should have worked, especially with Izuku. He'd thought of him as a little brother since Tinkerbelle gave off that little brother vibe.

But the moment that he'd hooked his fingers in Izuku's briefs and started to pull them off, all brotherly thoughts vanished and were replaced by thoughts that had him gritting his teeth and calling himself a bastard.

Thank God for the pain in his shoulder and hands. It had kept him focused and helped his cock behave since the last thing that either one of them needed was his damn dick getting in the way.

He only wished that his damn vision could have been fucked up as well. It would have made things a hell of a lot easier for him and spared him from fantasizing about Tinkerbelle's small, but oh so fucking perfect body for years to come.

The image of Izuku's pert little heart shaped ass, narrow chest tipped with baby pink nipples and small waist that he'd barely stopped himself from running his fingers through, was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

It was only the reminder that Izuku hated him that had kept him from trying for something more.

He wasn't foolish enough to think that after tonight, Tinkerbelle was going to suddenly forgive him and see him as something more than the asshole next door.

He was a Bakugo after all.

To be honest, he didn't want Izuku to see him as anything more than the asshole next door. He didn't need any complications in his life and he sure as hell didn't need-

Someone knocking on his door tonight.

He was not in the mood to deal with his family, not tonight.

As much as he loved them and appreciated everything they'd done for him since he came back broken, he wished that they'd forget about him.

He didn't need or want their pity. He was fine, more than fine no matter what any of them thought.

He sure as hell didn't need anyone to fix him.