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Keys jangled as the lock slid out of place and the door opened to make way for the five battered bodies to enter. A collective sigh of relief was released as the door shut behind them. Safe, back in their own home and exhausted. They had been close to getting caught by the “real” pro-heroes with how hard the fight had been.
The Commision had been toxic and corrupt long before the Golden Class had arrived for their first year. Corruption was exposed during the Paranormal Liberation War but after the dust had settled, they were able to sink their claws and teeth back into everything, to re-establish the control they had prior. The students of UA — who had seen first hand how awful the system was — played along while things got “back to normal” and they were still in school, still underaged. One year into pro internships, with the exodus of trusted heroes who were also done with the corruption and toxicity, the entire Golden Class had officially quit hero work. Some decided to work other jobs good for their quirks but the way Hero Society was being run was no longer an ideal career.
It had been seven years since then, with certain groups banding together to do good regardless of the rules and regulations. Seven years, thousands of skirmishes with villains, hundreds of hand repairs done on suits. Revamps to costumes meant for stealth over the flashy bright colors they once wore, modifications that made moving easier.
Their teenage selves would hardly recognize them now. Aside from Kirishima keeping his signature red dyed hair — a reminder of a time when they hadn’t seen their world for what it was, a time when being a Pro-Hero had meant something , Ashido’s naturally pink curly locks, and Kaminari’s black lightning bolt — which the rest found out was also a natural occurrence. They were now covered by innumerable scars, more than any of them had received in their first year of UA. While regular hero work was dangerous, there were at least healing quirks to be taken advantage of after any hard battles; every agency employed at least one after the war. In living and working closer than ever before, a companionship emerged. They all fell into one another as naturally as choosing to protect the ordinary citizens of their city.
Now that they were safe, they were taking quick but careful stock of themselves and each other. Bakugou’s hands were nearly stuck in his signature claw, new blisters had formed and broken over old calluses that were also torn to shreds from over-using his quirk. They would heal back harder and would break again and again to make way for his explosions. The joints of each finger and his wrists were stiff, swollen and pulsing beneath his skin. Kirishima and Sero were on either side of Kaminari, holding him upright as he muttered incoherently to himself, blood still dripping from a cut on his temple along with various other cuts, scrapes, and bruises obtained in the fight. He was the reason they had been able to escape, letting off three times the voltage he once could have to blind what was left of their opponents and stop the Pros from catching sight of them as they absconded. Kirishima tried to take a deeper breath and flinched, almost dropping Kaminari. Ribs bruised, if not cracked, they could only hope there were no serious breaks that could harm his internal organs. An actual hospital was out of the question. Vigilantism was still illegal. Sero shifted, taking the rest of Kaminari’s weight despite his own injuries and the cracking, flaking skin on his elbows — another issue of quirk over-use. Ashido, it seemed, was the best off. Heavily bruised, clearly sore and limping but her hands maintained a level of flexibility Bakugou gritted his teeth to achieve. She took the keys and locked all five different deadbolts and security locks.
The group staggered further into their abode, dropping the largest accessories at the door.
Bakugou headed first for the kitchen, pulling off his gloves to ready both sides of the sink. He turned the hot water on full blast, grumbling and cursing as he forced his hands to cooperate. As one side of the sink filled — water warming up — he opened the freezer and pulled out the plastic bags filled with ice cubes and the pliable gel cold packs for the others as well as a bowl to fill once the water was warm enough. He batted the faucet to the other side — where the bowl had been placed — when he decided the water was deep enough and emptied the plastic bags into that side of the sink. He grunted and hissed as he lobbed several of the packs out to the living room to land on the couch before shutting off the tap and thrusting his hands into the ice water with even more mumbled curses. His head hung with relief as the cold seeped into his skin.
Sero, with Kirishima’s guiding hand at his and Kaminari’s backs, was able to support the electric blond’s weight long enough to drag them over to the couch. Kirishima dropped down slowly, laying himself out against the flat and tugging their brain-fried boyfriend down with him. Hanta handed over a couple of ice packs as Denki rested his chin on the back of the couch. His still-unaware gaze found and stuck with Mina. Hanta made sure both Denki and Eijirou were okay before he lowered himself to the floor. He leaned his back against the couch with his own ice packs.
The cold in the ice bath had reached his bones and, satisfied with the chill, Katsuki pulled the plug to let the sink drain. He let the ice gather in the bottom and took the opportunity to pull washrags for warm compresses from under the sink to drop into the now steaming bowl, and pulled it from under the stream of water to set on the counter. He transferred the ice into new cloth ice bags, re-plugged the sink once it was clear and batted the faucet back over to fill. He put the new ice packs in the freezer before turning back to the sink, and dipped his hands into the scalding water to relax his muscles while the water still ran.
Mina — as the least physically drained from the battle — made her way into the bathroom, peeling her suit off her torso as she went. Under the bathroom sink she pulled out all of their first aid supplies, alcohol, gauze, bandages, bandaids, lotion, muscle relaxant, needle, fishing wire, and butterfly sutures. She took stock of every item, checking levels and making mental notes of what they would need to replenish on their next grocery outing.
Once everything had been collected, she brought it all out into the living room and started setting up on the coffee table. Denki followed her around the side of the couch with a dopey grin. The faucet in the kitchen turned off and the tell-tale sound of the sink draining meant Katsuki had range of motion back in his hands and would be coming to help as well. Eijirou sat up with a groan as Katsuki set down the bowl of steaming wet cloth, Hanta maneuvered to give him space to move and grabbed the lotion. He squirted a liberal portion to apply to his elbows, massaging it in and over his arms until his own range of motion was back without pain. Denki’s attention was pulled from Mina to Katsuki as he entered and he had to be held back so the bowl of water wouldn’t be spilled. It was a sign Denki was regaining some brain function; that he was now acting outwardly child-like, craving attention and pouting when he wasn’t getting it. Katsuki sighed as he righted himself to find the other blond’s puppy-dog stare directed at him. He lifted his arms, fighting back a wince at the soreness still in his shoulders, to allow Denki into his personal space. “C’mere Pikachu.”
Denki’s face lit up like Christmas as he rushed the five maximum steps into Katsuki’s arms, burying his face in the other’s chest and nuzzling. Rolled eyes and a small exasperated grin were Katsuki’s response. It was maybe fifteen seconds later when Katsuki tapped Denki, signaling to be released. The electric blond did so with no fuss and allowed himself to be guided to sit on the couch by Eijirou’s hand in his.
When Denki was seated, the redhead motioned for a roll of bandages to be tossed to him to unwrap for easier application. It was a simple thing he could do without aggravating his injuries while Katsuki and Mina finished setting out the antiseptics, ointments and other assorted supplies.
Mina’s first order of business was readying a damp cloth to clear away the blood from Denki’s face and temple as he was still not totally present. Her other boys were capable enough for the cursory cleaning of their own wounds unless they decided to help each other out.
Katsuki brought over and pressed one of the warm compresses against Eijirou’s ribs rather than tending to his own cuts and scrapes, brows furrowed together with concern. Hanta, who had finished with his elbows and could move better, moved to join Katsuki and Eijirou. He placed a hand over Katsuki’s shoulder and squeezed. Two pairs of red eyes caught him trying to hide a wince. Hanta gave an easy grin and shrugged off the narrowed, concerned gazes.
“I’ll be fine,” he murmured as an assurance and squeezed Katsuki’s shoulder, rolling the balls of his fingers over taut muscle, until their explosive blond finally started to relax into the touch. The compress under Katsuki’s hand had gone cold by the time Hanta finished his ministrations and Eijirou leaned forward, pulling Katsuki’s hand to take the compress and pass it back into the still steaming bowl.
Denki’s vision focused to find Mina’s bare breasts in his face as she was examining his temple. He hummed appreciatively, resisting the urge to flick his tongue out against the skin.
“Welcome back, babe,” Mina teased, taking one of the butterfly sutures and applying it just shy of his hairline.
“I should short-circuit more often if I get the best tits around in my face when I do,” he joked. Mina clicked her tongue and there were offended scoffs and splutters from behind him. He turned a bit too quickly and got dizzy. “Am I wr- whoa.”
“You lost blood, dumbass, be more careful throwing yourself around like that,” Katsuki chided, stretching to try and pull his top off. The compression of the material combined with his stiffness made it difficult for him to actually get it over his head.
Eijirou set down the second roll of unwrapped bandages to help him out. Hanta watched, pulling the top of his suit down and revealing a gash and a couple puncture wounds that were hidden by the black material. He hissed and Eijirou’s attention was on him immediately. “Hanta, when did that happen?”
Hanta shrugged. “Not sure, towards the end? it just grazed, It’s not-” He cut himself off at the concerned glare he was getting from Katsuki.
“Hanta, if you don’t take care of yourself…” Mina sing-songed, leaving the threat hanging as she laid another butterfly stitch across Denki’s head wound.
“There’s no such thing as not that bad, Hanta.” Denki reminded, reaching back to twist a hand into the raven’s straight locks. Hanta sighed and allowed the wound to be examined and cleaned, but balked at the stitches.
“Do you need anything?” Eijirou asked.
“Nah, it’s fine, I’m just psyching myself out. Just never gets easier feeling the needle go through,” Hanta replied.
Mina finished with Denki and let him move carefully down to the floor so she could prod and examine Eijirou’s ribs. Denki stripped his own jacket and shirt before helping Hanta gauze and bandage his wounds. Katsuki and Denki applied antibiotic ointment to smaller cuts while Eijirou did the same for Mina.
Katsuki, Denki, and Hanta moved the table to make room for them all to hang out on the floor and rest. Hanta made sure all the first aid supplies were back in the kit while Katsuki took the bowl, compresses, and ice packs back into the kitchen.
The usually explosive blond returned with a pack of water bottles, and anti-inflammatory medicine.
Denki leaned against Hanta’s shoulder, whining. “My head hurts…”
“Take some of this, Sparky,” Katsuki replied, holding out the anti-inflammatory for him.
“Kiss it better?” the other blond asked, pouting.
“After you take the medicine,” Hanta chided, reaching for the bottle, “I’ll take some too, Katsu.”
Eijirou made his way carefully to the floor with the rest and also took some medicine while Mina went to write down the list of first aid replacements needed before she forgot.
Katsuki felt the stiffness returning to his hands and arms. He gritted his teeth and tried not to let his boyfriends see the pain. Hanta and Denki were too used to his stubbornness and noticed almost immediately. Each of them took one of his hands and rolled the balls of their fingers into the muscles and tendons up his arms. Katsuki groaned softly as their hands worked in tandem. Denki pressed kisses into his skin with each joint he worked up to. Katsuki turned his head when a kiss was pressed to his shoulder and tilted his chin.
“I thought you were gonna kiss me better, Kacchan,” Denki teased. Katsuki groaned at the old nickname but brought his now relaxed hand up to tangle in Denki’s hair and pull his head down, kissing over the butterfly stitches. Denki grinned as he pulled back and melded his lips with Katsuki’s. Hanta watched the blonds, losing concentration on the massage at Katsuki’s elbow. He stroked unpressured circles into the junction with his thumb. Eijirou scooted closer, also watching intently. The pair of blonds unintentionally ignored the pair, kissing with open mouths, tongues, and closed eyes. Eijirou let out a wanting hum that had Denki and Katsuki separating by a hair. Gold and red flames met onyx and embers. Katsuki turned his head and pulled Hanta in while Denki coaxed their red-head closer to join in. The quartet found themselves lost in each other, mouths and tongues moving fluidly between each other.
Mina returned to the living room to find Eijirou pulling back from Katsuki, Denki and Hanta taking his place, licking into Katsuki’s mouth. She pouted and dropped to her knees nearby, making a slightly offended noise in the back of her throat. Eijirou turned and reached for her, his arm long enough to allow his hand to span her waist and pull her to him. He captured her lips in a kiss and she smiled, humming into it, and returned each press of his lips and tongue with vigor. She pulled herself closer but only released his lips when he started getting short of breath. They opened their eyes to find Hanta trying to keep eyes on both pairs, his breathing intentionally deep and even, pupils blown. Mina crawled over to him, keeping one hand on Eijirou.
Hanta met them partway. His hand took the other side of Mina’s waist, and his thumb grazed the underside of her breast to a pleased gasp. She reached out and pulled him into a kiss as well. Eijirou kissed down her neck and collarbone, feeling her shudder under his touch. Hanta hummed as Mina moved to the juncture of his jaw where it met the sensitive skin of his throat. She nipped and sucked a mark making him moan. Eijirou elicited the same sound of their pink princess by marking her collar bone.
Denki, meanwhile, dipped his fingers under Katsuki’s waistband, unbuttoning in a single motion and tugging the fabric down the other blond’s hips. Katsuki canted up to allow the fabric to move, pulling Denki onto his lap once his ass was free of them. His hands grazed up Denki’s sides, smooth skin twitched under his rough palms. He slid his hands down to Denki’s hips and gave the same treatment to the loose pleather that he’d been given. Katsuki gripped the slighter man’s hips and ground his cock up into the other’s, causing a tandem moan. When his vision refocused, he wriggled under Denki and pulled his pants further down, freeing his cock and kicking the fabric away as Denki shimmied out of his own pants, before finding his place back on Katsuki’s lap.
Eijirou found the edges of both Mina’s and Hanta’s suits and pulled at the fabric, stretching the spandex off their skin in an effort to pull it down on both of them at once. He growled in frustration, and Mina ran a hand up his forearm, letting him know it was okay to let go. He released it slowly and she moved back, watching as he took the fabric at both of Hanta’s hips, leaning down to lick at the tape-user’s nipples. Hanta’s head tilted back and his hips canted up at the feel of Eijirou kissing down his stomach, being especially gentle over the new stitches. The red-head peeled the spandex down Hanta’s thighs as he got lower. He brushed his lips teasingly over Hanta’s growing erection before it was freed, and pulled the rest of the spandex off. Mina licked her lips as Eijirou turned his gaze back on her, pulling her back in and giving her a similar treatment. She buried her hands in his hair as he peeled the spandex down her thighs; her tentaclit peeked itself out to chase his tongue.
“Your turn,” Hanta rasped, as he shifted himself forward to tug at Eijirou’s pants.
It gained Denki and Katsuki’s — who were still just frotting together — attention, Katsuki licked his lips, peeking over Denki’s shoulder to watch as Hanta freed Eijirou’s cock. Denki panted at the sight of it bobbing free. Mina reached out and wrapped her hand around it, tugging gently. Eijirou arched into her touch and Hanta backed off, stretching himself carefully to the entertainment center halfway across the room.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a few bottles of the lube they kept there. He turned back and found Denki presenting his ass with his mouth sliding down Katsuki’s cock. The other blond had his head thrown back and hands gripping Denki’s hair, a farce of keeping control. Hanta popped open the cap on one of the bottles and felt eyes focus on him. Mina reached past Eijirou’s body curled over hers and silently asked for one of the other bottles. He passed one to her and tossed the other to the side for later use.
Denki shuddered under the fresh touch of Hanta’s hand on his hip, spanning across his asscheek. He moaned around Katsuki’s cock as his cheek was squeezed and pulled, exposing his hole. Katsuki’s hips jerked up, burying his cock deeper in Denki’s throat. The combination of Hanta’s fingers pressing into his hole and the pulse of Katsuki’s dick against his tongue had Deki whining, rolling back into Hanta’s touch. It didn’t take long for Hanta to have the slight blond stretched and ready.
Eijirou, meanwhile, reciprocated Mina’s stroking of his cock with his fingers curling deep inside her and massaged the base of her tentaclit as it wrapped around his thumb. Mina warmed the lube she was given between her hands and with as much concentration as she could muster, reached to stretch Eijirou enough for her to stimulate his prostate. She was able to bring him over the edge to cum with her.
Katsuki was so focused on Denki’s mouth milking his cock that the wet fingers sliding up to his hole surprised him. A rarity that made him moan, unrestrained. He opened his eyes to gaze upon his other lovers. Hanta was working himself open, Eijirou and Mina were staring hazily, tell-tale signs that they had already cum staining their carpet. His focus was stolen again by the fingers stretching him. He looked down to find Denki smirking around his cock and dug his fingers lightly into the other blond’s scalp, tugging on his hair. The next movement of Denki’s fingers inside him had him cumming down his throat.
The electric blond was pleased with himself as he swallowed around Katsuki’s cock and felt it go soft. He pulled off so Hanta could take it place and suck it back to attention before pulling his mouth off as well, leaving Katsuki boneless. Denki heard murmuring behind him and he finally turned to pay more mind to his other lovers. Mina reached him first, pulling him in for a deep kiss, tongue and all. Eijirou’s hands caressed his back and peppered it with kisses.
Quiet decisions were made as Katsuki came back from the edge of overstimulation. Hanta sank himself into Katsuki while Denki took his seat, claiming the explosive blond’s cock for his own once again. He came fast not realizing he had been so close to the edge. Hanta and Eijirou helped him back to full mast so Mina could slide on, facing Katsuki with a cheeky grin which he returned, and her clit wrapped itself carefully around Denki’s balls, massaging them freely. Finally, like puzzle pieces, they all found their place to fit with Eijirou sliding into place inside Hanta.
They all moved together, giving and pushing each other, trying to touch and be touched. The apartment filled with the sounds of their joining, echoing off the walls into their own and each other’s ears as they each reached climax again and pulled away from the sweaty sticky mess to catch their breath and cool down.
As they began to drift off, they found each other again, solace in their tired touches. Mina curled herself into Eijirou’s side, twining her fingers together with Denki who was splayed out over Hanta’s chest. They both tangled their legs with Katsuki who was already starfished out with his legs across Hanta and Eijirou’s.