Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

29 - Paintball Fights

"I can't do this. I'm sorry," Izuku said, swallowing nervously as he stepped away from Katsuki.

"It won't hurt," Katsuki said, reaching out to stop him from running away- and he desperately wanted to run away- by taking his small hand into his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You lying bastard!" he bit out, yanking his arm back, so that he could point to the 6'2" hulk of a man who was currently curled up on the ground, cupping himself and whimpering pathetically for his mommy. "He sure as hell looks hurt to me!"

Giving him an incredibly sexy grin that had him narrowing his eyes on him, Katsuki said, "He's fine, Tinkerbelle."

Izuku shifted his glare back to the man who was now openly crying and then back to Katsuki, who stood there, wearing military gear stained with old paint, a paint gun thrown over his shoulder, several paint ball cartridges strapped at his side and over his shoulders and that damn sexy smile that Katsuki had used on him this morning when he'd shown up at his door, dressed as Rambo.

"Tell me it's not going to hurt," he said, daring the bastard to lie to him.

"Just a little pinch," Katsuki said, picking up the second paint ball gun and handing it to him.

"Can't we do something else?" he asked, sounding like a wimp and not really caring.

He doesn't like any form of violence, really.

"No," Katsuki simply said, taking him by the shoulders. He turned him and gave him a gentle push towards the outside obstacle course where grown men were running around shooting each other with balls of paint, "You said that I could choose our first date."

"But-"

"But it will be fun, I promise," Katsuki said, giving him another little push when he dug his high-tops-cladded heels in the ground.

"But-"

"I'll let you choose the restaurant if it will make you feel better," Katsuki said, continuing to push him towards his doom.

"No, it really wouldn't. What would make me feel better is if we could maybe go and do something else? A movie? Zoo? Museum?" he suggested as he reached up and pushed his safety helmet back in place.

The giant bastard shoving him towards his doom was determined to take it slowly.

Last night, when Katsuki had climbed out of his bed, completely naked and aroused- very aroused- Izuku had expected the man to take him to bed and show him how sex was supposed to be.

Instead, Katsuki had kissed him softly, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, taken his hand in his and walked him back to his apartment where Katsuki had given him another kiss goodnight and promised that he was going to call him in the morning.

Katsuki had lied.

He hadn't called him, but showed up at the crack of dawn with coffee and donuts and that damn sexy smile.

Surprised, and secretly pleased, Izuku had quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a tshirt.

The entire way there, Katsuki had held his hand, caressing the back of his palm with his thumb while making small talk, probably trying to make him comfortable.

It had worked.

That is until the bastard pulled into the makeshift parking lot for the outdoor paint ball arena. That's when Izuku had started suggesting other alternatives than being chased by a bunch of psychotic men shooting each other with little round balls.

Katsuki had laughed.

The bastard!

Katsuki sighed, giving up on gently prodding him and took his hand and pulled him towards a large gate marked 'Entrance'.

His eyes shifted away from the entrance sign and took in the very large, very detailed sign that was taller than him and attached to the chain-link fence. He started reading the warnings and immediately wished that he hadn't.

"If this isn't dangerous, then why are there over fifty warnings about death and accidental mutilation?" Izuku demanded, hugging his gun tightly against his chest with one arm as Katsuki ignored his concerns and continued to pull him towards a makeshift barrier.

"Take a knee, Tinkerbelle," Katsuki said when they'd reached the barrier.

Trembling, Izuku did as asked, just in time too, it would seem, since a volley of paint ball pellets suddenly came flying at them, slamming into the barrier with several loud whacks.

Resisting the natural urge to run back to the entrance and to the safety of the waiting room where he fully planned on hiding for the next two hours, he stayed there while Katsuki methodically explained how to fire his gun, how to use their surroundings to his advantage and what to do if he got hit.

Unfortunately for Izuku, he was too busy listening to the sounds of paint balls going splat around him and the sounds of grown men running and shouting orders.

But it wasn't enough to hide the sounds of people getting hit and crying out. Yeah, this really wasn't for him.

"Katsuki," he said, licking his lips nervously, "I-"

"Stay here and count to ten, then follow me," Katsuki said, cutting him off before he could give him an excuse to leave. "Stay down and shoot anyone wearing a blue helmet or arm band."

"But-"

"You'll be fine," Katsuki said, cutting him off once again, but this time, adding a swift kiss that left him stunned. "Remember to stay low."

And with that, the bastard was gone and Izuku was left kneeling on the ground behind a wooden barrier, in the middle of the woods about to be chased down by a bunch of psychotic men sporting blue armbands.

Nibbling on his bottom lip, Izuku looked wistfully over his shoulder at the entrance.

He could wait for Katsuki by the gates, he decided, already getting to his feet when someone yelled, "Incoming!" and his world turned red and blue.