Chapter 20: Our Dearest Regret

He has never felt so excited. It was wrong, but his mind relinquished control over his body. He slowly neared to his bed, seeing the blond in an unconscious mode. Unaware of his surroundings, beneath the moon's lights that shined through the window, a mysterious silhoutte displayed as Deku got closer. His heart ached; he couldn't maintain his overwhelming joy.

The steps were not heard as the little one tried to be as unalarming as possible. He crawled over his legs until the center of his body, preventing the mattress from abruptly sinking. He lowered his head and could hear Kacchan breathe inaudibly. His chest inhaled and exhaled, raising upward and downward. Such tiny aspects made him so happy. Kacchan was perfect, and he could install that image permanently.

Currently Deku was topping his form in fours, simply gazing at him. His feelings tingled and mind began to be more incomprehensive. He lowered his waist and rested it on Bakugo's crotch, applying weight to his body. He looked up to see if he was going to wake up, but he hadn't reacted at all. His eyes were shut. A tempting sensation traveled his chest, feeling his heart skipped a beat from said excitement. Deku was turned on.

Before moving, he pulled Kacchan's tank top until exposing his chest. Deku admired it. He could feel it in his hands, sliding it down and feeling the same toned curves. Caressing the beautiful skin. He circled his nipples, and slid his tongue from his stomach until reaching his chest. It was so soft. Then, he humpped his waist against him.

The green-haired hummed as he tried to remain his anticipated noises. He now lowered his chest but held his distance by placing his elbows on Bakugo's sides. It sort of looked like he was hugging him without wrapping his arms around. Deku groaned as he got even dizzier from such monumental desire. He grinded his dick against the other's, exhaling deep breaths. He was feeling hot inside, a burning feeling arose in his member. It twitched as he imagined.

Deku continued rubbing that part as he rested his head looking at the left. Lowering his mouth he licked Bakugo's neck in a mess. Moving simultaneously and uttering noises, lighty bit but didn't sink his teeth in his skin. The green-haired placed his other arm under his neck, bringing it closer to him. Bakugo shortly reacted by twitching a frown or shivering from the coldness. Deku's body hastened.

The blond's hums faded in. As Deku grinded his crotch harder, Bakugo began to groan lowly. That feeling that was said to be building within his hottest core was true. Deku felt the warmth shared between the two. He parted his face from his neck and straightened his back. He was on top of the other as Bakugo laid facing the ceiling. The greenette wondered: if Kacchan was this unaware, anyone could do the same thing to him. And by thinking of that, he wished nobody had ever done these kinds of things with him. Only him.

His sensitiveness was provocative, but he did not want anyone to experience it. Another ache traveled his tingling member. Deku shifted backward. He bended over and slowly lowered Kacchan's baggy pants. He seemed to not have a bulge, so Deku wanted to changed that. Once down, he pulled the last garment until the blond's cock springed. Deku could not have gotten even more hornier.

Shamelessly, he raised his ass for his face to near its base. Before that, he grabbed the length and bobbed his head downward until he could reach his mouth's limit. He gagged, humming with lust, forehead sweating. Bakugo groaned frequently and twitched non-stop. With the green-haired sensually moving his head repeatively, the blond's frustration made him open his eyes. Waking up to Deku's weight on his form, unfamiliar with last memories, he saw the boy sucking him.

"Deku? What are you-" The blond attempted to raise his body and gripped his hands to use his quirk on his face, although the greenette was quicker. He took it out from his mouth and pinned both of his wrists on top of the sheet. By doing so, he accidently jumped by force on his crotch.

"Ah," Bakugo moaned from his abruptness. Looking at the nerd, at his face, his mouth was messed with semen. It was an aroused view seeing him on top of him, but took him by surprise, of course. Not only that, he felt his dick twitch after being pinned.

"Kacchan.." Deku smoothly kissed him. He lowered until he lightly bit his lip. Bakugo licked the bottom of the other's lips, tasting himself while being detained. He groaned in his mouth as he felt Deku brush his body against his cock, still undone. The green-haired released the hold on his wrists. He stuck his tongue inside while Bakugo immediately reached for his bottom. He grabbed both of his ass' buttcheeks and neared it to him, tightly clenching. Deku hummed in pleasure.

Again, Deku placed his hands on his shoulders to play with his dick without touching it. Kacchan gritted his teeth submissively, aparting from the kiss. Groaning and throwing his head on the pillow while gasping for breath. Naturally, his rage was flowing inside. With a hand he pulled the green-haired's hair down, making his head violently look up.

"Ah- yes! Kacchan!" He moaned loudly. His body rested on Bakugo's waist. Angrily, he pulled his strands near his face. "Shut your damn trap and finish sucking my dick," he commanded, rigiously turned on. "You're the one who started it, no?"

Deku did not complain and crawled backward. He held the length and looked directly at the blond's eyes. Bakugo was so full of his mind he was not able to think. Within this hot atmosphere, this hot pressured air, he could not breathe clearly. Both of their hearts were racing, desiring each other. From the bottom, Deku slid his tongue on his cock until reaching the tip. He looked at Bakugo seductively. The blond twitched and impulsively shut his eyes.

Once with his guard down, he took it in his warm mouth. Bakugo threw his head back on the pillow, gasping. As the other gently sucked his member, the blond bit his bottom lip while laying. Deku was purposefully slow so it would encourage Kacchan so throw remarks or pull his hair. Whenever he felt this way, it felt good. Although, even if Kacchan had his temper, the sensation unallowed him to act upon it. Deku wasn't shameful, he had courage.

"Pull my hair, Kacchan," he pleaded as soon as he departed. His body remained bending. Bakugo was confused at first but smirked at his request. He had no mercy and shoved his dick deep inside of his mouth by pulling his hair downward with both hands. He repeated.

"Who said you could tell me what to do?" The blond raised his body off the cushion. "Fucking sneaking into my room... ah... touching me while I was asleep. You couldn't wait, huh?" He snickered. The choking had made Deku's tears leak from his eyes. It mixed with the fluid, too. He was ashamed that his aggresiveness and vulnerability hardened him. He rested his hands below the length and fondled his scrotum. Bakugo let out a groan.

"Nmm.. You want it harder?" His voice tripped, breathing out heavily. The blond pushed his head back and forth again with speed. This time it was already ending. With final thrusts, the cum ejected in the other's mouth without having the chance to avoid it. Bakugo gave in a last breath of relief. Deku raised his head and pulled out, gasping for air as the fluid dripped on the blond's body.

"Swallow it," Bakugo relentlessly ordered. Before doing so, Deku gained a stable pace and licked where the remaining fell. He did as he said. "C'mere"

Deku crawled on top of him as he reached his face. Bakugo suffocated him with a invading kiss. The blond held his cheek passionately. Whereas the greenette bended his body, raising his ass up. He hummed in unison as Kacchan used his tongue. Feeling needy as they bit the other's lips, lightly pulling and sucking. Meanwhile Bakugo hands mischeviously traveled to his back, with his fingers, he pulled down Deku's shorts until his knees, leaving him in boxers.

Continuing leaving each other breathless, they gasped every second. Bakugo moved his lips in sync and, with his thumbs, lowered the undergarment along with the shorts. Once noticing, Deku stopped and looked behind by surprise. Flustered with warm cheeks, he felt the cold air greet his cock in which stood so yearnishly. Bakugo placed an arm on his back for him to rest his body down but remain kneeling. He stroked his member and, because of the burning sensation he felt ever since, it urged him to moan uncontrollably.

"Yes!... touch me there- nngm!" With an idle hand, Bakugo smacked Deku's buttcheek with the ignition of his quirk. He gave a dry burning mark in his fragile skin. The other reacted pleasured but from pain as well. "Don't scream or I'll burn your ass. It's fucking late. We don't want to wake Old Hag, now do we?" He hummed in disagreement.

Bakugo tightened his hands around his length, making the green-haired cover his own mouth. Since the blond was comfortably laying with Deku on top of his body. He was able to see his struggles and smirked. He gave in a last wail on the sheets.

"You came quick," the blond teased. "Were you holding it?" Deku ignored that comment as he breathed intensely. His breathing was trying to cope with the lack of oxygen. He was about to move until Kacchan restrained his back. Before he could ask, the other had stuck two fingers inside his hole. The green-haired moaned with his hand covering. It reached the farthest it could, feeling smooth likely-cushions suck him in. As he repeatively thrusted them inside, he felt the walls tightened around him and sensed the shivering from Deku's legs.

"They entered pretty easily... did you fingered yourself?" His voice neared his face. Although, Deku held onto him weakily, closing his eyes and cancelling his own whimpers. Bakugo felt so amused while spreading his fingers, adding a third and earning a response. The blond's free hand rapidly slapped his cheek, imprinting another burn mark. Deku yelped.

"Fucking control your voice, idiot!" He breathed out. A few more thrustings, making it a few seconds until the other thought it was enough. He took them out, slightly worried for the next step since that nerd could not keep it down.

Bakugo's right hand directed to the stand at his side. Rummaging through the first drawer, he got a hold of one condom. Deku didn't see as he still had his eyes closed, regaining strength and a pace. Bakugo unwrapped the plastic and tossed it in the drawer. Slowly, he closed it. Then, he raised his body and sat Deku up. The other opened his eyes at once, and that procedure of trying to tolerate himself went to a waste when he saw Kacchan put on the preservative.

"I'll finally be able to feel you completely," whispering in his ear, he kissed his mouth and dragged him down the bed. Deku melted his mind into the kiss as Bakugo raised both of his buttcheeks. He clenched and aparted them, lowering it down to his tip. It gently squeezed in the gap and was shoved deep inside. Bakugo felt every spot and area in detail. Deku's loud moan was muffled by him sticking his tongue in. He suffocated his painful screams with his spittle dripping from his mouth.

'Kacchan is... inside of me...'

After months, after weeks, after days, they have reached this point. They have connected each other in a special way. Whether love or lust, they yearned for it more. They ached dependently on the other, only ever being satisfied by one's intimacy. It didn't strengthen anything but unlocked the next door. They made one and the other insane or lose their minds.

"Hah.. oh, fuck!" Without a choice he disconnected their lips for breath. Already smeared with sweat and no potable air, he gritted his teeth as he remained hard inside. Deku whimpered. Noticing Kacchan's exhaustion, he removed his arms off the bed and sat straightfully on his cock. Then, slightly shaking, he moved his hips upward and downward, filling himself fully.

"Ahh!" He forced his chords to squeal for nobody else to hear him. Bakugo groaned. The green-haired continued to jump on his member while pressing the blond's chest for support. He bit his lip while forcing his eyes shut. "It hurts!"

"I didn't tell you to ride me- fuck!" He gripped his buttcheeks and did not notice that he activated his quirk, burning him from the amusement. The green-haired, however, pounded on him even faster without any shame. They hoped they weren't being heard, though they would have been caught by now.

Skin slapping, clammy bodies, groans, and heavy breathing revolved around the room. It solely felt incredible they have forgotten about the world they used to live in. Deku's worries ceased from existence and Bakugo's hate towards small-minded decreased. He gasped as Deku moved continously. He did not expect the little one to take the lead, thinking he was less likely to be dominant. It made him twitch from the thought.

Deku dug his nails on the blond's body. Bakugo got this as a sign that he wanted to be slapped again, despite the harmful mark. It was risky too since he could let out a loud noise. Instead, he gripped his ass and this time intentionally warmed at a high temperature his raw skin. He cried. Slowing his bounce, Deku humped him carefully without hurting himself. Bakugo's breathing got rougher as he altered his sudden speed.

"Did it hurt?" He asked the one on top of him between exhalations. Deku could not answer in an instant. He was sobbing. "My body... can't move anymore..." It had left him with inertia. He was shaking so much his breath even tripped. Bakugo held his waist and he pounded his dick inside. Deku coughed from not being alerted.

The greenette spread his own legs and rested his head on Kacchan's shoulders, tears draining from his face as he whimpered at each movement. "Ah- faster!" The blond went deeper by forcing his hips downward, gripping his sides. He was close, but was not sure about the other. So, he gave up on one hand and stroked his member simultaneously. Deku moaned as expected.

"Agh! Ah- Kacchan!" He grabbed his faced and kissed it. Trying to keep his voice and whimperings down, he bit the others lips, though he felt his cock enlarge after that. Bakugo let the greenette to do whatever he wanted to do to him. His mind didn't care either way. He smashed his lips in return.

The greenette came for a second time, still gaining pleasure from his hole. He stopped kissing Kacchan and clinged his face on his shoulder, moaning near his neck. Bakugo let go and with both hands pounded him harder. Closing his eyes, he reached his climax and came with a groan. Still inside, he panted along with Deku. They were so tired to exchange some words. So tired to move. The blond hugged him as his breathing continued.

He had a hard time gaining his breath. One thing they both won't gain is the energy. And also, Deku's privilege to walk was nonexistential. His breathing was slow, sweat sliding from his body.

"I need to clean you up and bring you to your room. You can't walk, right?" He questioned, looking aside. Surprisingly, he noticed that the green-haired had fallen asleep. Bakugo pressed his head so he could sit. He took out his member and laid the sleeper on the mattress. Then, he stood up, looking down on him. Running a hand through his own forward, he felt so sweaty within the hot atmosphere.

After cleaning and wearing their clothes again, he gingerly opened the door and carried him bridal-style. Reaching his closed door, he opened the room and laid him on the bed. He was surely in a deep sleep. Bakugo returned to his room. As if nothing had ever happened, he went underneath his sheets to sleep.

They were unlucky. Not alarmed of the slightest.

An unfamiliar officer who was in charge of the Midoriya case sat in his office. He sighed and made a call to a superior rank who had not come to the station that night shift.

"Hello, this is Kon James speaking. This is regarding the most recent case that was given to me..." he trailed off. The other line spoke through the device. "Yes, it's about Midoriya Inko. Remember when we ordered Mrs. Bakugo to set up a hidden camera in his son's room?" He paused.

"Well, Mrs. Midoriya's son recently entered his room, and the monitors proved their connection."

They were watched.

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Next day was a Sunday, though nothing new occurred. While the police worked on their own, the Bakugo household spent time together as a family in the living room. It filled Deku with guilt, but Kacchan couldn't care less. Apart from that, the mother asked Izuku why he had a hard time walking straight. He got anxious and made up an excuse, also adding the fact that he felt dizzy. From time to time, he stumbled and even fell on the floor for that made-up story he faked. Katsuki and Izuku didn't talk that day, not even a word.

They had given each other some looks, but never talked again about yesterday. Not about anything else as well. It made the greenette nervous since he never gets to know what Kacchan is thinking. He couldn't reach him since his pain made him a clumsy mess. It was better to do so another day. However, they lived together, so it would obviously be anytime soon.

On Monday Mitsuki headed to work as usual. Although, Deku was not awakened by the blond, in which he'd realized that he left the house a while ago. There were at least twenty minutes before class, but wondered why Kacchan did not bother to at alarm him. He must be avoiding him as always, playing with his emotions, or regretted what they both did.

Deku had his ordinary uniform on and arrived to school with his backpack. He still felt his bottom ache. It felt as if it split him in half or made him acknowledge a new area. Every time he tried to walk it was a sudden push bringing him to his fall. Kacchan surely wrecked him.

The school was crowded. Nothing to worry about since it was the normal routine. Deku lightly shoved people aside for him to step the hallway. He had trouble as his legs trembled and his body almost collapsed to the ground. Even so, he got away.

After lunch, during recess, the green-haired accompanied his friends, tripping between his steps. They asked if he was injured and made an excuse to replace the story. As always, Kyomi believed him, but the other two never did. They went to the art room and knocked the paint over the table. Sometimes they chased each other, running around the table. The five students had fun until the period lasted.

Once school ended, Deku couldn't join his club. Kacchan reached him before he entered the room, with Kyomi beneath the door frame.

"Deku, we gotta go. Old Hag is going to pick us up," the blond firmly notified. Deku nodded, and Kyomi was left speechless. This was the first time she realized that they both lived together. It felt like a terrible secret Izuku had been hiding. She felt lied to. The green-haired waved at Kyomi and headed to the front with Katsuki.

They both waited ahead of the gates. He wondered why Mitsuki didn't directly tell Kacchan why she would pick us early. He thought it was to prevent them from going home again late, but she was supposed to be working. Not only that, she gave no explanation through the messages. There was something off that made him worry.

Minutes then, the blonde and Masaru parked in front of their view. Mitsuki had a serious expression and did not face them. Not even say something. Masaru gave an awkward smile. Attempting to shove these abnormalities, Deku slowly entered the vechile with Kacchan a seat away. Once putting on the seatbelts, he spoke:

"Hey, Old Hag, where are we going?" Mitsuki started driving. Deku placed his backpack down. If Masaru tagged alone, it probably meant it was a family matter or that they were going back to the police station. The greenette's worries increased as the blonde ignored his son, even Masaru.

No answer given, the blond jerkly laid back with arms crossed. Why were they being so quiet? Everything was fine yesterday! The two haven't done anything wrong... unless... she found out about them sneaking out... unless... she heard them that night. Mitsuki's sobs faded in. It was hard for her to take it in.

"Katsuki," she named. The blond hummed, looking forward. "What?"

"I'm sorry." It sounded as if it were going to be her last apology, her last words to her son once taken away. Bakugo was confused as to why she said that.

"What are you saying?" He was sort of mad that the mother wasn't being direct to him. Additionally, why say 'sorry'? Why was she crying? Why was his father silent, too?

Deku thought of the worse thing that could happen. They found out; as simply as that. Maybe they heard him after all or a factor led to their awareness. Even so, he could not believe it was done so fast. He felt embarrassed. A boy and another boy, but not just a random person, it was their son. They treasured Izuku as an angel. He could not take in this messed up image he colonized.

His life was ruined. How could a quirkless like him having relationships with Kacchan could enter U.A? If he ever met All Might, would he perceive the brightness within him? His anxiety could not bare it. It was funny since he had this prolonged mental battle. He didn't utter a noise, not even asking the two parents, makng them believe that he knew.

The parents felt pity. They did not know anything far from what they were informed, but thought that Izuku was not at fault. They thought he was forced to hide it. They thought their own son had started it. Mitsuki was shocked to receive a call from the police during her work hours.

"Good Afternoon, Mrs. Bakugo. This is Erckand Kerri speaking from the police department. We would like for you to turn in your son and bring Mrs. Midoriya's as well. We have enough information to conclude that he's guilty unless Midoriya or he gives a confession. Please take this matter seriously. Do not inform him about it or else he will resist."

At that moment, the blonde's color drained from her face. She dropped her knees to the ground, worrying those who noticed her. Staring at nothing but firmly at it, she opened her mouth to wordlessly speak. Masaru ran up to his wife calling her name. Asking what was wrong... his voice lost ownership likewise.

She wasn't told of the intercourse, simply the fact that Katsuki was charged. Deku was overthinking, but it was not so time-wasting since she'll find out soon anyway. The parents assumed that Izuku knew about his homocide and had to keep his mouth shut. They felt so sad that their own son had supposedly murdered his mother, Inko.

The ride was long due to the silence that extended it. Bakugo wanted to strike comments, but he did not want his question to be dismissed.

...

"Here again?" The blond scoffed. Reaching the police station, Deku did not want to exit the car. He felt unwelcomed as a disgusting person. With a bump, both parents closed the door from their seats as the two were left alone for a mere minute. Parked outside of the department, with the vechile turned off, the green-haired felt the air get tenser after noticing that he was alone with Kacchan. Where did they go?

He looked at his side, noticing that Kacchan was trying to get a glimpse from the window. Getting nervous, he doubted if the blond was alerted of his situation. We were in the police station again for a reason. And that reason was because of them.

Then, from Kacchan's window, three policemen exited along with Mitsuki and Masaru. They headed towards the vechile. One had a handcuff, it made Bakugo snap his reaction. Once opening the door, the man quickly restrained his arms behind his back.

"The fuck? Why am I being handcuffed?!" Bakugo wildly moved in order to release their hold. The parents backed away and started crying with guilt. Deku panicked. They were taking Kacchan away! "Old Hag! What's this about?!" Another police officer helped maintaing his impatience and removing his seatbelt. "Get your hands off of me, bastard!"

"Do not resist, kid. These handcuffs will cancel your quirk from functioning." Bakugo, of course, did not listen and continued with his antics. He was takened out of the vechile and directed to the building. "Hey! Fucking let me go piece of shit! I'll kill you!" The greenette shivered as he helplessly saw the blond throw a tantrum while kicking his legs. Not having said anything against their will, being petrified by shockness and denial. An officer opened his door and took him out stumbling. He wasn't restrained.

Inside, some ranks stared at the two kids. They could not believe they have gotten themselves in illegal or criminal involvements. Mitsuki and Masaru followed behind, barely walking while sobbing cries, but soon were guided to a separate area.The blond and the green-haired both went to the same room to be interrogated. They wanted to see if one lied, if one was unfaithful, or if they said anything in controversy. The stress was insane.

Bakugo filled the echo of the station with constant yellings. He wasn't begging but dangerously threatening the two men to let him free. They were finally sat on a chair aside each other, facing a table with a seat on the other side. Bakugo's handcuffs were locked to the seat for him to not try to escape or attack. The one who brought the frightened Deku to the room was the only one who stayed. He sat in front of the two.

Before anything he sighed, tightening his tie in a frustrated manner. He was the same guy from their last interview. Now, he sat in front of them, absolutely knowning their entire secrets. Grabbing the papers, he looked at the camera behind the two and gaves a thumbs up for reconsideration. None turned their heads.

"Midoriya and Bakugo..." he sternly said, noting the sheet. Bakugo was breathing heavily from that defenseless fight.

"Last time we met was four days ago, am I correct?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" He snarled. He was so mad every vein formed in his forehead. His temper and rage had made him dizzy as a result. As he got angrier, his breathing speeded. The officer dodged his downright offensive comment. Getting a look at the green-haired, he noticed his inmense shaking and aghasted face.

"You both know why you're here?" He raised his head.

"Let me guess, 'cause I killed Inko, ain't it?" He said cockily. He threw his head on the seat's head, sighing deeply. "You idiots are still going with that fucking idea-"

"Enough, Bakugo," He shutted the blond. "Midoriya, do you know why you're here?" He turned to the other. Deku couldn't speak. He pressed his hands against his thighs in fear. Do they think that Kacchan killed his mother? If he did, Deku would not know what to feel. It is only the lack of evidence that masks his way of picturing that image. Kacchan was perfect in his eyes.

"Y-yes..." he stuttured. Apart from his mother, they were here because of each other.

"Good. Now let me tell you why we brought you here again." Looking at his descriptive sheets, his head turned to them. "We found evidence that Bakugo was either involved in the tragic incident of Midoriya's death or completely at fault. We found evidence that, on an unreachable area in Musutafu, Bakugo had purchase a chocolate from a drug dealer. We found evidence that you two have an intimated relationship, consensual or not." He stopped. Deku gulped at every statement.

"One of the surveillance cameras from Midoriya's apartment was not damaged by the smoke. The SD card kept the video recorded from the day in which the apartment got on fire. It showed Bakugo entering the doors at 10:11AM. Of course, you may think that even if he entered before the fire occurred, it did not mean he was guilty. Yes, that is true, but here's the thing: then, he left at 10:28AM in a hurry."

Bakugo grunted but did not say anything against it. He was detained and there were no useful arguments to claim that it was not true. He gave in for that. The green-haired looked at him in disbelief, mouth shivering from the fact that it already sounded extremely suspicious.

"Her phone was broken, laying on the couch. Her wrist and neck was injured from a third-degree burn mark. Most injuries were in her arms. After a week of analysing her body, the results showed that she was choked." He looked up from his paper. "She didn't die because of the fire." Bakugo tripped his breath, ashamedly gazing at the floor with his eyes widening. Confined by the handcuffs, his body shook gritting his teeth as the other described his acts. Deku teared up.

"Tell, me, Bakugo. What actually happened?"