Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

35 - Hell Night Part 3

"Your lap is so comfy," Katsuki's drugged out passenger said dreamily as Izuku snuggled closer.

"So you keep saying," he said absently as he parked the truck.

This was going to be a very long night, Katsuki mused again as he opened his door and turned around to help Izuku out of the truck, only to pause when he spotted the greenette- who hadn't stopped talking since the doctor had shot his beautiful ass full of medicine- fast asleep.

Deciding that someone up there must love him, he picked Izuku up, careful of the boy's head and carried him in the house, pausing only long enough to kick his truck door shut.

"You coming upstairs to watch the game?" his purple-head cousin Hitoshi asked, shifting cases of beer in his arms so that he could hold the front door open for Katsuki.

"Not tonight," Katsuki said quietly as he stepped past his cousin and headed for his own door.

"What happened to the pretty boy?" Hitoshi asked, placing the beer on the floor. He took the keys out of Katsuki's hand and opened the door for him.

"An old crate fell on his arm," he said, carrying Izuku inside.

"Is it broken?"

He shook his head as he carefully placed Izuku on his bed. He pulled the boy's shoes off and double-checked his bandage before he pulled the quilt his great grandmother had made him, over Izuku.

"So, this is him, huh?" Hitoshi asked, reaching over to push a strand of Izuku's dust coated hair out of his face only to draw his hand back with a darkly muttered oath when Katsuki slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch him," he simply said as he reached down and moved the strand of Izuku's beautiful hair aside.

"I thought he hated you," Hitoshi said with a frown, tilting his head to the side as he studied Izuku.

"That's the only way he knows how to express his overwhelming desire for me," Katsuki said, moving to stand up, but he thought better of it when he caught the appreciative look in his cousin's eyes as he looked Izuku over.

He leaned back down and kissed Izuku's soft, unresponsive lips to make sure that his cousin got the message.

Izuku was HIS.

"It's nice to see you taking an interest in life again," Hitoshi said with an approving smile. "You were beginning to worry us."

"Nothing to worry about," he said, grabbing a pair of clean boxers from his bureau, hoping that his cousin took the hint and got the hell out of his apartment without telling him just how worried everyone was about him.

"Are you sure?"

"There's nothing to worry about," he said evenly, gesturing towards the door with his boxers.

"No," Hitoshi murmured, frowning down at Izuku, "I suppose there isn't."

"Try to keep the noise down," Katsuki threw over his shoulders as he headed for the bathroom.

"I'll do my best," Hitoshi said as he sauntered out of the room.

Katsuki threw one last look over his shoulder, making sure that his house guest was still sound asleep in his bed.

When Izuku didn't stir, he decided that it was safe to leave the room, but only after he locked his bedroom door to keep the boy from making an escape.

Once he was positive that Izuku wouldn't be able to unlock the door in his drugged out state, he walked into the bathroom, stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the tub, turning the shower on full blast.

He pressed his hands against the tiled wall and dropped his head forward, letting the water stream down his back, wondering what level of hell his little Tinkerbelle was going to put him through tonight.

An irritated sigh came behind him, making him chuckle just as a pair of small hands grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

Well, Izuku tried to pull him back, but he was a tiny little thing. Still chuckling, Katsuki stepped out of the way so Izuku could stand in front of the hot water.

"What are you going to put me through tonight, Tinkerbelle?" he murmured as he watched Izuku tilt his head back and enjoy the hot water as it washed away the soot and dust covering him from head to toe.

Katsuki picked up the bar of soap and lathered his hands as he mentally prepared himself for the night of hell to come.

*****

Ten minutes later...

"I don't think I'd be able to fit that thing in my mouth," Izuku said conversationally, pursing his lips up thoughtfully as he stared between Katsuki's legs. "Or in me."

"Tinkerbelle," Katsuki said, sighing heavily as he rubbed his hands roughly down his face, wondering why he hadn't begged the doctor to sedate Izuku.

"Wow, it's getting bigger..."

"Of course it is," he muttered in disgust as he dropped his hands by his sides and looked down at the small man who was driving him out of his mind, and the funny thing was...

He was surprisingly okay with it.

That didn't mean that he was going to willingly put himself through this kind of hell.

Sighing, he reached down and cupped Izuku's beautiful freckled face and leaned down and brushed his lips against his.

"We're going to get dressed now, crawl in bed and watch a movie," he whispered against his lips.

"But, I'm not tired," Izuku mumbled pathetically, making him smile.

"I know, but I am," he lied, hoping that his Tink would just take pity on him.

Izuku sighed heavily as he stepped away from him.

"Fine," Izuku grumbled as he turned around and stormed off, leaving Katsuki to follow after him.

Knowing just how quickly medicated Tinkerbelle could find trouble, he moved his ass faster.