Centuries- a kiribaku fantasy au

Another Dollar, Another Day

I don't own the art above credits to the artist!

Nobody's POV:

Bakugou hurt too much to protest so he just rolled over. The wounds on his back were dirty and untreated. They had only just begun to heal. Kirishima winced a little bit at the sight.

"Hold still, this will sting a little bit at first." Bakugou nodded and made sure to stay as still as possible. He took sharp, ragged breaths as he urged Kirishima to continue.

That dammed fiend took a toll on him.

Bakugou gripped onto the sheets and clenched his teeth when he felt Kirishima's tongue trace the largest gash. He shut his eyes tightly and clawed at the pillow in front of him.

Kirishima licked him a second time and he cried out. This one stung the worst. He was grateful the dragon shifter was willing to heal his wounds but it took at least ten minutes for them to be fully healed after being 'cured'.

Then came time for the last wound. It was located directly on his side and it led just a little bit past the hem of his pants. Bakugou gulped. The wound itself wasn't very deep but it still stung and he wanted the pain to be over with.

"Are you certain you'd like me to heal this one as well?" Kirishima asked, noticing that in order to heal the entire thing, he'd have to lick below Bakugou's waist, a task he didn't mind but he still needed to ask permission for.

Bakugou nodded. He held a hand over his mouth when he felt the red-head's big hands ride up his hips and straddle him. With a deep breath, Kirishima took one long lick from Bakugou chest to his hips.

The blond's side was sensitive so it felt strangely good when Kirishima had trailed his tongue all the way down it. At the time Bakugou was unfamiliar with that feeling and he wasn't exactly sure what to associate it with. (to him everything he felt was in between pain and pleasure)

"Lay here for a while, until they heal." Kirishima demanded.

"Alright, erm what's your name?" Bakugou's voice came out in a hushed whisper. The red-head had just cured him so he was doing the proper thing, right?

Kirishima paused for a moment. He was wanted so he had to be careful about his name. He nonchalantly assessed the atmosphere and determined that the blond had good intentions. He didn't think after that.

"Ejirou Kirishima." Bakugou didn't know how to respond to that.

"My name's Katsuki Bakugou but I'd appreciate it if you'd just call me by my first name." Bakugou shrugged. He didn't like being called by his family's name even if it meant dropping the formalities.

Kirishima smirked.

"Oh? So we're on a first-name basis already? Well in that case you can call me Ejirou..."

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Bakugou lunged at the fiend. His blade was still in poor condition from his last battle but it didn't matter how sharp the sword was so long as the holder could use it properly.

The fiend was average, it was of an average stature, force etc but it was fast. Kirishima approached it from behind with newly sharpened claws and pierced a hole directly through its stomach.

The fiend screeched at the top of it's lungs until Bakugou silenced it. The blond had to admit, he and Kirishima were a pretty efficient team. Together they were able to kill the fiend in a matter of minutes.

"Fuck! Good job Kirishima!" Bakugou was so pleased with the initial job that he'd forgotten about the fact that they were to split today's earnings.

Kirishima smiled down at the blond, eying his partner. He seemed so content that Kirishima couldn't help but wonder why.

"Yeah, thanks." Kirishima didn't know why but he felt a need to protect the blond. Though he knew Bakugou was capable of maintaining himself well enough, he still felt a strong primitive urge to kill any who meant him harm.

The feeling was a first for Kirishima.

"So, how much would you usually get for a fiend of that size?" Kirishima raised a brow happy to see the blond happy. Bakugou shrugs.

"About 30 shillings." Kirishima nodded. That seemed about right. Bakugou who was unfazed by the question continued walking towards the market. He'd left Kirishima in charge of holding the 'fragment' (*note: in this world fragments are what fiends materialize into once they've been killed, they can be almost any object but they are usually related to an object used during the fiend's creation ie; if the person was practicing magic with a wand and they made a fiend, it's fragment would be a piece of a wand) and he was rather happy about it.

This fiend's fragment was a piece of a cauldron. Kirishima held it tightly and hissed when it cut his hand, it was made of iron after all. Bakugou heard the red head but didn't bat an eye. He had more important matters to attend to, like getting paid for instance. He sighed.

"Just give it here Ejirou, I know what do do." Kirishima nodded and handed him the slightly bloodied fragment. Bakugou groaned under his breath and wiped it off with a piece of his shirt.

"Dumbass." He muttered while violently scrubbing the blood off of the fragment. They weren't worth as much if they were tainted.

"Sorry." Kirishima only watched Bakugou scrub the color off of the iron fragment, but it was iron so it wasn't coming off without water or, a bunch of scrubbing.

Bakugou didn't respond. The blood wasn't visible anymore and he'd given up. Kirishima felt bad.

"Look I'll get you another one- or I'll sleep on the floor or-" Bakugou shut him up with a glare.

"Fine then. Make it up to me." His tone was a little suggestive, well it was so different from his usual monotone voice that it made Kirishima uneasy.

Had that been Bakugou's intention?

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Will I be lazy and have them fuck in the third chapter, or will I actually try to write? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z!

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