Batarou Week

Saturday 2018

Gen: Our First Night
Nsfw: Touch Starved*
AU: Soul mates

It had been a couple of weeks since Garou moved in.  They all settled into a routine, Zenko had the bathroom first, then Badd, and finally Garou's turn. They all had lunch and dinner together at the table, where Zenko would excitedly tell her day. Pretty much things where the same as they used to be, just with an added person.
It was when Garou was nice enough to do dishes that anything strange happened. Badd only accidentally brushed his neck when he placed a hand on his shoulder, causing Garou to slap his hand away and giving him the sharpest glare he could muster with pink cheeks.
Badd ignored it, thinking maybe Garou was in a mood. A mood that lasted three days when Badd noticed Garou had no problem when Zenko would grab his arm or tap his shoulder.
It was only when Badd touched him.
And he knew this because he started purposefully touching him, it started with "accidentally" brushing up against his neck when he placed his hand on his shoulder. Then Badd decided that maybe he should do other things or else Garou might learn that those weren't on accident. So he started "accidentally" bumping into him and he would place his hand where ever was deemed acceptable when giving a quick apology and soon Badd started up a new habit, always making sure to take a peek at Garou's face.

It was when Garou was doing dishes when Badd came home, and like the past few weeks Garou felt a hand on his shoulder. He barely heard Badd thank him for doing the dishes over him focusing on trying to ignore the guys hand.  He grunted in response, letting Badd know he heard him.
He fought down a shiver when Badd's hand started gliding along his arm, as Badd's body got closer to his, the hero soon reaching for the spice rack, head on his shoulder, his breath tickling Garou's neck.
Fuck he needed air.

Badd heard Garou swallow, still acting like he was looking for something. He was gonna get take-out wether he had everything or not, but he was enjoying himself at the moment, even if it was kind of cruel.
Badd hummed, moving his hand away.
"Wanna get take-out?" He asked against Garou's skin, looking up when he heard a strangled noise, seeing Garou quickly cover his mouth and soon shrug Badd off, going back to dishes.
Huh, Badd thought.

The next few days Garou went back to slapping his hand away, making sure he wasn't as close as he was before. He even started snapping on him a few times, asking him if he had any idea what personal space was. And one day, when Zenko wasn't home, Garou snapped again. Badd was tired of it.
"Get off!" Garou yelled.
"Nah," Badd replied, sitting on Garou's chest, arms crossed. "Ya been a real prick lately," Badd covered his mouth before he could speak. "What's actually wrong G?" Garou looked away from him. "I know you ain't that sensitive G,"
"No idea what your talking about," Garou gritted out. Badd rolled his eyes, placing both hands on Garou"s chest, and sliding them up to the back of his head, feeling a shiver run through.
"That, is what I'm talkin' about," Garou was about to protest when Badd cut him off. "I can show you more of what I mean Garou," and to let him know he meant buissness, he slid his hands down, stopping at Garou's ribs when he heard a noise, Badd deciding against grabbing Garou's hand when he covered his mouth. "So?" Garou didn't respond. "G...look at me," Gold eyes met his own. Progress. "I promise I won't tell anyone,"
"Been a while..." Garou mumbled, looking away again.
"For what?" Oh. OH. "Wait that's what's been up?"
"Yeah now get off," Garou sat up, Badd sliding down until his lap, Garou tensing.

"Damn ya weren't kidding," Badd mumbled. Garou couldn't look at him. He was embarrassed about the whole thing. And even though his lie worked, it didn't exactly have the effect he was hoping for.
"Fuck," Garou breathed, quickly grabbing Badd's hips.
"That got yer attention," Garou glared at him. Eyes going wide when he was pinned back down, arms above his head. He bit back a groan when Badd ground down on him, he tried looking away as his face heat up, but a hand on his jaw moved him back to looking up at Badd. "I wanna see,"
Garou shivered when the hand on his jaw roamed his body, sneaking up his shirt and trailing along his muscles. The hand pinning his arms moved to join the other.
"Don't move 'em," Badd ordered.