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Shota closes his eyes as he exhales and pinches the bridge of his nose. Last year, the torture of commentating the sports festival with Yamada had been dulled by the fact that he was wrapped in enough bandages to strangle a mummy and high on pain meds he hadn’t wanted to take in the first place.This year, however, the grate of Yamada’s voice is twice as loud as usual and full of forced cheer like the last year hadn’t brought multiple attacks and kidnappings and injuries to their students. Shota hates it.As soon as they get a break Shota drags Yamada away from the sound booth, down a hallway, into the now empty pro-hero locker room. Shota locks the door behind them, not ready to have to explain to a student or reporter why he’s about to scream at a colleague.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”Yamada pushes away from Shota, ignoring the anger in Shota’s eyes and straightening his sunglasses as he takes his directional speaker off and rubs his neck. He looks like a fucking idiot in his hero costume. Yamada rolls his eyes.“My fucking job, asshole.”Shota hides a smirk at Yamada’s glare; getting the terminally cheerful hero to snap at him is always an achievement.“I wasn’t aware your job involved being irritating, pretending to flirt with me in front of 50 thousand fans on national television, and making personal judgments on the qualifications of incoming first year students.”“Actually, that’s all part of commentating, so” Yamada sticks his tongue out petulantly, “yeah, it is my job.”“You’re such a fucking child” Shota scoffs at him. This level of unprofessionalism is staggering, and Shota is tired of public pro-heroes thinking they can do whatever the fuck they want just because they’re famous.Something clicks in Yamada’s eyes and Shota can see the second that he goes from being arrogantly distanced and actively angry at the way the conversation was going. Good, maybe now he’ll be able to take something seriously for once.“I,” Yamada grits his teeth, stepping closer to where Shota is leaning against one of the lockers, “am doing my best to bring some fucking lighthearted fun to an event where last year one of our students was chained up like a fucking animal, and then that same child was kidnapped.” Yamada takes another step before he continues. “So fucking forgive me if I’m trying to keep everyone’s mind off the past year rather than just tell them they need to train harder, be better, or whatever the fuck bullshit you’ve been telling them.” Yamada is close now; close enough that Shota can sense the anger filling his green eyes. For a second Shota is remembered how many times those eyes featured in his dreams, but he pointedly ignores that and focuses on the storm of anger that Yamada’s words created in his ribcage.“I do what I do for the kids, Yamada,” Shota bites out, voice deceptively calm.“You weren’t the one who watched while they got attacked by villains unable to get up and help them, you weren’t the one who watched as they got hurt and attacked and kidnapped in the woods, spread out because were so naïve to think they would be safe. You weren’t the one who wasn’t even there when they had to save one of their fucking own.”Yamada may be the screaming hero but Shota was yelling now, mere inches away from Yamada’s face, close enough to touch the surprised expression that now owned the usually animated face.“So, don’t try to fucking tell me shit about what I do or don’t do correctly for these kids, because you don’t know anything.” Shota knew that he was being unfair, that Yamada cared about the kids as much as he did and was trying to fix things for them in his own way, but right now the pain and impotent rage brewing inside him was overwhelming his ability to be rational.“Aizawa…” Yamada’s voice was quiet but his eyes were still wide. They were both breathing heavy, still right up in each other’s faces, the cold of the lockers on Shota’s back reminding him how boxed in he was right now, but that was the last thing on his mind. Shota had always had this unfortunate thing for Yamada, but now was really not the time for him to be focusing on how attractive Yamada is.Shota wonders if Yamada is gonna hit him. Maybe he should hit Yamada? Anything to get Yamada to stop looking at him like he understands something, like it’s not about anger anymore. Shota scoffs to himself. He might think Yamada is hot but that doesn’t mean his estimation of the other hero’s intelligence has gone up any, and he seriously doubts Yamada has the ability to understand anything he’s been feeling this past year.Yamada is still looking at him. Shota starts to look away, but instead finds his eyes drifting towards Yamada’s lips before he knows what he’s doing. He snaps his eyes back to Yamada’s but it’s too late, and the blonde’s eyes are even wider than before, and suddenly Yamada is wetting his lips and leaning in. Yamada is moving slow enough that Shota would have time to move if he wanted to, but he’s not in the business of deluding himself, so he stays still and lets Yamada bring their lips together.The kiss isn’t gentle, despite the leisurely speed Yamada had brought his lips to Shota’s, but the fight hasn’t been forgotten and that’s obvious by the roughness that Yamada brings to the kiss. Shota leans into it and gives just as good as he gets, bringing his hands up around Yamada’s neck and pulling on a few strands of blonde hair that fell out of Yamada’s fucking hideous signature look.Yamada moans when Shota tugs, lips falling open against Shota’s mouth and Shota uses the opportunity to take Yamada’s lower lip between his and bite down hard. Whatever’s gonna happen between them right now isn’t going to be soft and gentle, this is going to be a war. Yamada moans again but pulls away, moving his hands from where they were braced on the lockers beside Shota’s head to below Shota’s ass, lifting him up effortlessly. Shota has no choice but to wrap his legs around the taller hero’s waist, and Yamada presses in even closer.Yamada goes to Shota’s neck now, pushing the capture weapon out of the way so he can get better access to Shota’s neck, taking advantage of their new position to suck hickies into the junction where Shota’s neck meets his shoulder. Shota moans but cuts himself off before he can give Yamada too much satisfaction.“I still think you’re fucking irritating” Shota says, the last word catching on a moan as Yamada starts his work on a new hickey. Yamada lifts his head from his task with a trademark smirk on his face and Shota feels all the blood in his body rush to his dick. Fuck. Yamada leans in closer to Shota’s ear.“Pretty soon I’ll be fucking something else though, won’t I, love?” Shota rolls his eyes, even as his hips roll towards Yamada involuntarily.“Not if you don’t hurry up” Shota mutters, reaching forward to start unzipping Yamada’s jacket, knowing that Yamada will be able to support his weight. Fucking bullshit skinny arms hiding all that strength. Shota thinks he might hate him even more now. That train of thought stops immediately when Shota feels Yamada moving them away from the lockers and towards the showers.“What,” Shota inquires, pulling on Yamada’s hair so he can look him in the eyes. Yamada closes his eyes and lets out a moan before he answers, looking at Shota with pupils blown wide.“Do you really think this isn’t going to get messy and end up with us in a shower anyway?” Yamada smirks and this time Shota feels himself smirking back, “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”Shota pulls on Yamada’s hair a third time in retaliation, this time harder, almost completely undoing Yamada’s hideous hairstyle.“I am the smart one. I thought you were supposed to be the sexy one.”Yamada laughs, genuine and surprises, and rolls his eyes before readjusting them, so Shota is supported by one hand, the other coming around them to grip Shota’s already hard cock.“Yeah, it seems like I’m living up to my end of the bargain.”They’ve reached the shower stalls by now, and Yamada pushes Shota up against the wall beside them in a bruising kiss one more time before letting him down to stand on his own feet. Shota stands there dazed for a second before he realizes Yamada is reaching behind him to turn the shower on. Shota smiles to himself before walking over to his conveniently located locker.Yamada must hear him open his locker over the sound of the shower that he’s fiddling with, because he turns around, mouth open in a question. Shota puts up a finger, silently telling Yamada to save whatever quip he’s about to make for after Shota’s reveal. Finally after rummaging around in his, admittedly, messy locker, Shota emerges triumphant with lube and a condom in his hand. He sees Yamada’s eyes light up mischievously.“The consummate professional keeping a little recreational gear in his locker?” Yamada’s laugh fills the locker room. “I think I’m impressed, Aizawa.”Shota rolls his eyes as he stalks back towards Yamada, the brief interlude not flagging his erection at all and after a quick glance, obviously not ruining the moment for Yamada either.“Do something useful with your mouth for once” Shota mutters against Yamada’s lips, his turn to press Yamada against the tile wall and run his fingers up Yamada’s back under that disgustingly attractive leather jacket.Shota feels more than hears Yamada’s moan against his lips, and he’s being kissed hard and fast one last time before Yamada is dropping to his knees. Shota’s hands follow him, lightly resting on his head, not pulling or pushing…yet. Yamada unzips Shota’s pants and Shota’s hands shake with anticipation. Shota’s eyes close as he feels Yamada’s breath on his cock, still covered by his briefs. The underground hero braces himself for the feel of Yamada’s mouth on his cock once he feels the cool air of the locker room on himself, but when it doesn’t come he opens his eyes to look down at Yamada.Yamada is looking up at him, smirking again, but his eyes are filled with a lot of things more than just lust. Before Shota can think about that very hard, Yamada is opening his mouth to say something.“Oh, by the way, you don’t have to be gentle with me. Let loose” Yamada winks, “Shota”Shota’s eyes widen at the use of his given name, but he doesn’t have any time to process that before Yamada’s taking him all the way down, his cock hitting the back of Yamada’s throat. Shota’s eyes snap shut at the sensation before opening again; he doesn’t want to miss any of this.And Shota was right, because as soon as he opens his eyes he’s greeted with the sight of Yamada’s beautiful mouth stretched around his cock, looking up at him like there’s nowhere in the world he’d rather be. Shota’s so lost in that look that for a second he can’t do anything but stare. Yamada pulls off, giving the head of Shota’s cock one last lick before opening his mouth again.“I said don’t be gentle, Shota” Yamada grumbles almost impatiently, “Unless this is your first time.”Shota growls before grabbing a handful of Yamada’s hair, yanking his head to the side and running a hand along his throat. Yamada lets out his loudest moan yet before leaning in to take Shota’s cock in his mouth again. Shota grips his hair in one hand, bringing the other down to grip Yamada’s chin, feeling the corner of his lips where they’re stretched, the flesh of his cheek where it’s being distorted by Shota’s cock.Shota starts thrusting faster into the wet heat of Yamada’s mouth, his eyes coming to a close as he feels the tip of his cock hit the back of Yamada’s throat. Dimly in the back of his mind he thinks about how good it is for Yamada to finally shut up, but it’s drowned out by the rising tide of his lust. It’s not long before he’s pulling out, chest heaving with every breath he takes.Yamada is a perfect picture on his knees in front of him, eyes blown wide with lust and hair completely down. Shota likes him like this, he thinks idly, as he drags his thumb across the saliva and precum that’s collecting on Yamada’s lower lip, but he’d prefer Yamada with his mouth biting into his shoulder as he fucks him from behind. It’s almost as if Yamada read his mind because in the space between his breaths Yamada is standing again, turning him around and pushing him against the tile wall.Whatever gentleness Yamada had been worried about before was irrelevant now, their kisses less lips and tongue than teeth and gasps. Shota couldn’t bring himself to play coy anymore, fingers scrabbling against Yamada’s jacket and shirt, tearing them off him and throwing them across the locker room. It felt unreal that they’d gotten so far but still weren’t naked. Shota contemplates this as he sinks his teeth into Yamada’s shoulder. It’s irrelevant now since he’s unbuckling Yamada’s jeans while Yamada’s pulling his capture weapon off and sweatshirt over his head, but the irony is something Shota can appreciate.By the time they’re both fully naked Shota has managed to sink no less than four new hickies onto Yamada’s chest and shoulders, and Yamada’s fingernails have left red welts on Shota’s back. Shota smiles into Yamada’s neck, thinking about having to sit next to him in tomorrow’s staff meeting knowing exactly what marks are under both their clothes.Yamada takes a step back from him once they’ve discarded all their clothes and Shota assumes he’s gonna grab the lube that Shota tossed carefully onto the floor. Instead, Yamada steps back and stares at Shota. Shota rolls his eyes, whatever game Yamada is about to start playing he’s not interested in, and he’s about to say as much when Yamada opens his mouth instead.“Fuck, Shota” Yamada’s voice is full of awe, all arrogance and lust stripped away with his uniform, leaving only the truth. “You’re so much more beautiful than I would have guessed.”Shota not saying something isn’t unusual, but Shota being genuinely lost for words is and he’s left off kilter for a moment before Yamada turns away and the moment breaks.“You’ll look even more beautiful once my cock is buried in you” Yamada’s saying as he bends down to grab the condom and lube.Yamada emerges from the other side of the bench triumphantly, condom and lube in hand and Shota snaps out of whatever reverie Yamada’s words put him in, to come to a split second decision.“Are you clean?”Yamada blinks.“Yes?”“Me too.” Shota pauses, nods towards the condom in Yamada’s hand. “Don’t bother.”Yamada’s still stunned as he looks between the condom and Shota, and Shota opens his mouth to speak again.“If you want that, of c-“Yamada’s interrupting him before he can finish that sentence, dragging him into the still running shower and pinning him against the far wall.“Of course, I want that, Shota” Yamada growls into Shota’s ear, and Shota can feel a shiver wrack his body despite the hot spray of water down their backs. Yamada’s hands walk their way down Shota’s back, finally reaching his ass. Shota shudders as he feels Yamada’s long fingers graze his asshole and he lets out a moan loud enough to bounce off the walls of the shower.Yamada removes the light press of his fingers before hoisting Shota up, wrapping Shota’s legs around him in a mirror of their positions earlier, but before Shota can appreciate the symmetry the blonde’s pressing a lubricated finger to his asshole, slowly working the muscle there. Shota knows what he wants though, and gentle and virginial isn’t it. Shota pulls Yamada’s hair, raising Yamada’s head from where it was sucking a fifth hickey into his neck so he can look him in the eye.“You don’t have to be gentle with me now either.”Shota feels more than sees Yamada tighten his grip as a warning before two more fingers are shoved inside him, stretching him out even further. Shota moans in appreciation as Yamada starts thrusting them. Finally.Yamada wastes no time adding a third finger and the stretch has Shota’s cock leaking heavily against his stomach between them, but he knows it isn’t enough.“Come on, I’m ready”Yamada is panting heavily, pulling Shota in for uncoordinated kisses once in awhile but Shota can feel the weaker hero’s arms shaking with exertion and Shota’s more than prepared now. Even if he isn’t, he can’t wait any longer. Yamada hesitates to put Shota down, though whether it’s because he’s worried about Shota’s preparation or wants to draw it out for himself Shota doesn’t know.Shota leans forward to make sure Yamada can hear him clearly despite the cacophony of the shower around them.“Hizashi” Shota says, feeling Yamada’s grip tighten and thrusts of his fingers go even deeper.“I want you to fuck me. Now.”Finally, Yamada lets Shota down and Shota can see him slicking up his cock as he turns around. Yamada must have taken the directive not to be gentle to heart, because next thing he know Shota feels a hand grip his hair, forcing him to arch his back and leaving him exposed. Somehow Yamada’s figured out how to push all his buttons.Without warning Yamada is pushing into him, and Shota is faced with the fact that yeah, maybe three fingers wasn’t enough, but the stretch and fullness is only making him harder. Yamada lets out a moan as soon as he’s bottomed out, loud enough that the vibrations from Yamada’s quirk cover Shota’s whole body, dragging a matching moan out of the eraser hero as well.Shota knows he’s not going to last long, his body’s been pulled tense as a bowstring since they started yelling at each other and he knows he’s bound to snap, but he can feel Yamada’s thrusts speeding up behind him, pushing him hard into the wall.“Hizashi” Shota stutters out, barely able to make out a full word before a moan interrupts him, “touch me.”Yamada quickens his pace and removes one hand from where it’s pressing fingertips into Shota’s hips, wrapping it around Shota’s achingly hard shaft before starting to jerk it in time to match his thrusts. Yamada’s pace starts to falter though, thrusts slowing down as he focused on bringing Shota closer and closer to orgasm.Shota feels himself nearing orgasm, moans becoming louder and louder with every stroke of Yamada’s hand, beginning to crest the wave of his release when Yamada moves his other hand from Shota’s hip, to grip Shota’s hair. Yamada pulls the shorter man’s head back forcing Shota to look him in the eyes and face the intensity there for a second, before Yamada is leaning in and whispering in Shota’s ear.“Come for me, Shota”Shota splatters the wall in front of him, even as Yamada keeps stroking him through the aftershocks and slowly fucking into him from behind. Shota’s breathing is labored, mind blissfully blank in most orgasmic bliss until he feels Yamada starting to move away. Before he can think, Shota is reaching behind him to grab Yamada’s hand and bring it back to his hips.“Don’t stop now, babe, come on.” Shota grumbles out, voice rough from the moans and muffled screams Yamada’s been tearing from his throat.“Actually,” Yamada, leans in again, cock sliding between Shota’s cheeks, making the other man gasp when it catches on Shota’s still sensitive hole.“I was hoping I’d get to mark up that pretty face of yours.” Before Yamada’s sentence is even finished though, Shota is on his knees in front of him, looking up as Yamada grips his cock with long, trembling fingers.Yamada starts jerking himself faster now, the other hand reaching out to grip Shota’s hair, holding him in place. If Shota were a younger man he’d be able to get hard again from this sight alone, but instead he just licks his lips in anticipation, and sees the moment that small action sends Yamada over the edge, cum covering Shota’s face. Shota licks a drop off of where it fell on the corner of his lips, smiling when he sees Yamada inhale sharply.Yamada helps Shota up, gently moving him under the spray of the still hot water and lightly washing his hair as Shota leans tiredly against him. This just about used up his energy for the week and he knows somewhere there’s a sleeping bag with his name on it. Yamada sings softly under his breath as he washes Shota and then himself, continuing to hum as he turns the shower off.“You know,” Yamada grins at Shota, as if they’re friends after all this, “You could call me Hizashi all the time if you wanted.”Shota barks out a laugh, not feeling as surefooted as he usually does with Yamada looking at him like that, a genuine grin on his face instead of an arrogant twist of his lips or a disinterested glare.“So you can think of this” Shota gestures to the room around them, “every time I say it?”Yamada is unbothered by Shota’s dismissiveness, genuine grin still stuck to his face, except this time there’s a little more intent behind it.“If I’m lucky!” Yamada laughs as he clips his directional speaker back on his costume and reaches down, grabbing Shota’s capture weapon. Yamada steps towards him, closer than he ever was before this day, moving to wrap Shota’s scarf around him himself. Shota contemplates moving away, grabbing it out of Yamada’s hands and shoving it on himself, but something in Yamada’s eyes makes him stop and watch captivated by the softness on Yamada’s face as the scarf gets wound around Shota’s neck.“Shota, then” he says after a pause, not looking at Yamada’s face when he says it, but it turns out it wasn’t worth avoiding the eye contact because he can feel Yam-Hizashi light up without having to see it.“But I still think you’re annoying to commentate with” Shota pushes past Hizashi towards the door, unlocking it and surreptitiously peering into the hallway.“I’d expect nothing else, Eraserhead!” Yamada chirps cheerfully, shoving out past Shota into the hallway.Shota thinks he might be in a little over his head.