Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

12 - Hell Night Part 2

= 10:34 P.M. =

"Stop squirming," Katsuki said, not bothering to open his eyes as he shifted his head, so that he was once again resting comfortably on Izuku's stomach.

"I need to use the bathroom," Izuku said with what sounded like a cute little pout, something that normally would have had his lips twitching in amusement, but not tonight.

Not after the last two hours of hell that the greenette had put him through.

"You're lying," he pointed out, ninety-five percent sure that Izuku was lying and not really caring if he was wrong.

For the past two hours, this small man had been driving him out of his fucking mind.

Izuku had made a total of twenty-two escape attempts, three of them successful, since he'd managed to get out the door before he could grab him and drag him back inside.

The greenette had set a fire, unintentionally, flooded his bathroom, started a fist fight between him and two of his cousins, got the police called on them a total of nine times, accidentally kneed him in the balls three times and now Katsuki was starving, cranky, exhausted and all he wanted to do was to get a little sleep before he had to get up at the crack of dawn and start a job that he didn't want.

"I'm hungry," Izuku said, deciding to try a different tactic.

"Too bad," he said, forcing himself not to care that he might very well be starving.

It was either that or take the chance of Tinkerbelle slamming his balls into his stomach again as he raced for the door, but not for work this time.

Oh no, Tinkerbelle was no longer worried about being late for work.

His new mission in life was getting to Dunkin Donuts and buying a double chocolate donut.

The greenette apparently had a craving for a baked treat and was willing to do anything to get it, even turning Katsuki into a eunuch.

"Fine," Izuku said, sighing heavily as he went back to running his fingers through Katsuki's hair, something that he was not enjoying.

He wasn't, not at all. It sure as hell wasn't calming something deep inside of him that he couldn't name and making him doze off. It was-

"Are we having sex?" Izuku suddenly asked, startling the hell out of him enough to make him open his eyes and raise his head so that he could glare down at the boy that was going to drive him to drink.

"Does it feel like we're having sex?" he demanded, even though he'd already learned a couple hours ago that Tinkerbelle on Benadryl was incapable of having a rational discussion.

Izuku squished up his face in thought before he shrugged and admitted, "I've never been able to tell."

Katsuki should just close his eyes, drop his head back on Izuku's stomach and use his weight to keep him pinned to the couch and out of trouble.

But instead, he found himself asking, "How could you not know if you're having sex?"

"Monoma was really tiny," Izuku said with a shrug like it was no big deal. "I couldn't feel anything."

For a moment, Katsuki was too stunned to say anything, but Izuku didn't seem to have that problem. Nope, not Tinkerbelle.

"I don't think he knew what he was doing either," Izuku said, scrunching his face up in thought before he admitted, "Granted, he was the only one that I'd ever been with, but I don't think sex is supposed to be boring. I'm also pretty sure that I should have felt something," he said so matter-of-factly that Katsuki knew that he wasn't being a vindictive ex-boyfriend eager to trash his ex.

"I... " he started to say, but his words trailed off as his mind latched onto all the things that he would love to do to Tinkerbelle and the greenette would damn well feel everything that he did to him.

"I don't think he knew how to use his fingers either, because-"

"Goodnight, Tinkerbelle," Katsuki said, dropping his head back on Izuku's stomach and squeezing his eyes shut as he prayed that he did just that.

Because he honestly didn't think that his imagination could take anymore torture tonight.

Not with Izuku lying beneath him wearing one of his t-shirts and his own body more than willing to show the boy just how good sex could be.

*****

= 2:30 A.M. =

"No, I don't want anymore," Katsuki's small, unwanted house guest mumbled with a cute little whine as he tried to roll over on the couch and-

"Ow!" Izuku muttered with a little whimper as he hit the floor, but he didn't make any move to get up and climb back on the couch, Katsuki noted with a sigh.

"Let's go," he said to the drugged-out boy trying to curl up into a ball and go back to sleep on the floor even as he counted his blessings that he was sleeping.

"Comfy," Izuku mumbled with a little pout as Katsuki leaned over and scooped him up.

"The couch is more comfortable," he gently explained as he placed Izuku back on the couch and quickly tucked him in.

Once he was tucked in, he picked up the small cup of medicine that he'd placed on the coffee table and held it to Izuku's lips.

"I need you to drink this," he said softly, giving him a little shake when he started to drift off again.

"YOU drink it," Izuku mumbled irritably, blindly pushing the cup away. "I don't want it."

"I don't need it," he pointed out as he gently pushed a few strands of Izuku's beautiful fluffy hair out of the way, only to get his hand slapped away in the process.

"Neither do I," the boy argued.

Katsuki sighed heavily as he crouched down next to the couch. "The hives are starting to come back."

"No, they're not," Izuku argued even as he reached up and scratched the hives spreading across his neck.

Too exhausted to argue, Katsuki pinched Izuku's nose. When he opened his mouth to gasp for air, he poured the medicine in Tinkerbelle's mouth.

He released his nose and covered Izuku's mouth with his hand until he was sure that the small man had swallowed every last drop.

"I hate you," Izuku muttered the second that Katsuki removed his hand as he tried to glare at him.

But the medicine was already kicking in, adding to the drowsiness from the last dose.

Knowing that Izuku's level of hatred for him had probably been elevated to a blind murderous rage, he chuckled as he tucked him in.

"Goodnight, Tinkerbelle," he said, gently running his knuckles along Izuku's chin as he stood up.

"Rot in hell, you rotten bastard," Izuku mumbled around a loud yawn as he turned over and curled up on his side.

Katsuki couldn't help but chuckle as he said, "I already am, Tink."

*****

"How are you feeling?" came the abrupt demand, a split second after Izuku managed to open his eyes.

"Um, fine?" Izuku answered, frowning in confusion as he looked around the dimly lit apartment that definitely wasn't his.

"Good," Katsuki said, scooping Izuku up in his arms and heading for the door before he could sputter an ounce of outrage at being manhandled by the jerk.

By the time Izuku managed to open his mouth to ask Katsuki what the hell he thought he was doing, the man had his apartment door open, stalked inside and dumped Izuku's ass on the couch before Katsuki turned around and stormed right back out.

Katsuki slammed the door behind him, leaving Izuku sitting on his couch, shaking his head and muttering, "Someone's not a morning person."