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RESIDENCE ✦ Bakugou / Midoriya Residence
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby
"Katsuki Bakugo. Make it fast or hang the fuck up."

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[blastedass]

[he's not fucking thinking about synchrony or how 'good' that kind of contact feels thanks to the gems stuck on their bodies. but he does feel that rush of adrenaline gunning from a good old fashioned throw down. not some fight for heroes and villains, but two guys crashing around and trying to beat the shit out of each other. been a long time since bakugou had such a romp and fuck if he's not going to enjoy the thrill of it! he's more than victorious when he finally gets that arm pinned to the ground with a heady slam, grinning above the other youth with mindless heed of the legs trapped around his ribs. that's how you--

whup! the world tilts and he's suddenly thrown to the side with a yelp of surprise and anger. landing on his shoulder and instantly scrambling to get his arms back under him to shove up. get control of those arms back. but that's a long enough moment and he comes back just in time for that bony fist to slam right in the cheek, snapping his head to the side with a solid crack of bone on bone.

bakugou's been in fights before. it's no alien feeling.

but to get slugged in the face like this? he rounds on eren like a snarling beast, both arms going in revenge towards that one arm that decked him in the face.

give him a minute to get that arm pinned before he can be fucked to notice a dildo with which to slap eren in the face with.]

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[ they are nothing but two god damn animals at this point. a wild rumpus! tossing and turning into each other's sweat, the floor's dirt and these dildos. eren's chest is beginning to heave and so are his breaths now, with the hallmark amount of tumbling and swinging they're doing and he's bound to fatigue most of his ready muscles. oh, man, this is just like jean. maybe this might be worse (better?) than jean— before eren can yowl and gasp in between his attempt to buck and relinquish his vice around the hero's hips to kick, to knee, anything— ]

—Ow, fuck!

[ there is a dildo smacking right across his face in turn, again. thick silicone to bone, eren's own head snaps sideways with the impact its taken. bakugou only has one hand to use, right? a last resort to keep his own free limb out of the blond's grasp is to wind outward, grab a dildo himself, and . . . flop! he uses the base on his opponent's ear, but it might be clear that he's losing steam, huffing and spitting blood out even if he doesn't exactly stop. it's not as strong as the last punch, but he hopes its as disorienting as it was for him to get a dick in the face. ]

[blastedass]

[may be an animal, but he's gonna be a fucking WINNING animal! doesn't matter how dirty or stupid it looks as everything turns into a throwdown brawl, he's got every intention of slamming eren's stupid head right into the fucking dirt! feeling the way he's staring to strain under him is giving katsuki a proverbial control boner. maybe not completely proverbial since he's a teenager and they're rolling around on each other. murder semi? is that a thing? it's noctium; the place is a fucking "personal space" invasion! but that's not even on his mind as his breath pumps out in a victorious curse when he finally slaps eren across the face with whatever fucking silicone dick he grabbed. all the while trying to avoid a knee, a fist, whatever he's got flying at him.]

Giving up?

[second dildo slap! third one and eren's... whatever the payment is. bakugou's leering down at him, readying the toy with another haul back of his arm for a follow up slap. yeah, he's only got one hand though, fisted on eren's shoulder, the other throttling The Dog in midair. just enough time to--

'whop!'

--get fucking boxed in the ear by some god damn sex toy! bakukou jerks to the side, struck between incredulous and pissed off at the same time. good enough to stun him for a second?]

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[ that’s going to ring just as much as eren’s jaw is throbbing from the amount of whacks he’s bided, and post haste, this single golden second wasn’t going to be wasted. in his draws for huffing air, he swings for the blond’s crown, spits blood and saliva sideways to stay clear of his way— and so that he doesn’t just rain bloody word showers with his toned up yelling. ]

I never—! [ thwack, wheeze, ] give up!

[ thwack! across the temple he aimed, a messy one at best, but he saves his best for last before he had nothing left: a bent leg shoved between them to attempt to thrust bakugou off his hips with a decently straight kick heading for the solar plexus, heel first. ]

[blastedass]

[he's still fucking hitting him with that shit! bakugou has to rip his hand from eren's shirt and throw his arm up to shield with his head with his forearm, snarling through bared teeth at the interruption of his previous victory assurance. his head's still spinning a bit from the impact to the ear and temple, but it's clearing with the pain. he's been slammed in the head before.

it's the motion of that leg that finally has him abandon the dildo in his hand and yank down. knee shoved up between them, a shin plastered to his stomach, and bakugou thrusts his arm down to avoid taking that kick straight to the middle of his middle. a shoe grits right against his forearm, but at least the strength is enough to send him off, kicked backwards hard. he retreats, landing on his spine, but scrambles over onto his knee with a snarl.]

So your a fucking glutton for punishment; I can do that too!

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[ that was more true than eren could wrap his drunken brain around, but the last portion was clear enough. he too rolled onto his front and stumbled onto his feet with his fists ready to swing from back to forward. ]

Then do it already!

[ mess him up! anything! there was more potential to this and they were both holding a trick back to an extent— and what if we don’t? sparks quite literally bounce and dance off his frame, and who knew what that was— but it was something. whether it would be an actual burst or something else would be a thing meant for time to tell, and time is quite short with the way he lunges forth with a fist packed with momentum and swinging down. ]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou eyed him with a mixture of raging challenge and a smug decision to drop this fucker flat. He won't be completely satisfied until he smacked him with a dildo one or two more times, but that could come in a little bit. Right now...

He shifted a little, one foot sliding forward and the other bracing behind him. Knees bend, hands come up. It'd be so easy to blow him away. Eren had that wild look in his face again and it brought a grin to his lips. C'mon then, you fucking monster. Noticing the sparks, Bakugou wondered if he even knew what his gem powers were. But whatever.

As soon as Eren swung his fist down, Bakugou caught him by the wrist, slipped forward to rut his shoulder against the guy's chest, whacked a hand right between his legs, and with an intense yank on his arm and shove of his hand, judo flipped the raging soldier right overhead.

And slammed him hard on the ground, laying him out on his back with a satisfying "whud!" of person on dirt. Lot of power in that punch, but if someone can use it against him, it meant nothing. Bakugou stepped down on his chest and looked down at him, arms crossed over his bent knee.]

You look good down there in the dirt.

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[ for this fight, eren was down for the count— he’s lost. he only hadn’t accepted it yet or refused to stay down there despite the numbed ache climbing his back or the pressure of a boot condescendingly nailed onto his chest. the drunken whirl of eren’s vision by now made him want to hurl, but the words, that made him want to feel sick the most. the daze in the blow he’s received only bides the strain in his teeth when all of that talk brings the remainders of his anger back to a flickering flame: a tired, dying thing that really didn’t know when to back off or call it quits. the sparks earlier cut off start dancing again— he was not in his right might to accept the fallen round or even to have come to start all this in the first place, and maybe that’s why he was bound to forget. maybe his place was in the dirt, with trash like the rest, but he knew where he always wanted to be. up there, in the sky. above this.

the sparks that grow into a charged light off his frame is not from his ruby, and soon it would be clear that one should probably move: he was quite literally going to blow. ]

[blastedass]

[it's not the first time he's seen someone's quirk go off a haywire like this. anger channeling that power into the body until everything was ready to explode. and of course being an explosive person himself with an explosive quirk, bakugou's the first person to know what such a collection of power looks like and what it can do. building up in the person below him. hmph. looks like eren's got some "sore loser" issues.

but rather than stick around for the light show (and minding the fact there are fucking STORES WITH PEOPLE still around them), bakugou abruptly grabs the guy by the shirt and an explosion sends them both flying into the sky, it only takes a few seconds to get well above the rooftops and the blonde bluntly chucks ere right up into the sky, another blast sending himself backwards and out of (hopeful) range.

that said, he's sticking around and keeping an eye on eren's glowing body (hey, rubies light up when they touch) so he can find him post-explosion mid-fall and catch him again.

but he's a big damn hero so there's no way he's going to let eren explode all over innocent people's property. think of the dildo store, man!]

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[ this was both a bad and good idea at once— now in free range and tossed right into the perfect space to implode into himself, eren does: one big damn boom mistaken for a grand burst of fireworks, beautiful but ugly as it followed a terrible crack. what rained down was a forming corpse growing larger and large as tendon and muscle pulled into place to form a torso, hands, and a head— it was a whole god damn giant coming right out of that explosion.

lucky for most, this giant was incomplete and the byproduct of a will still strong but a young man still so absolutely buzzed with whatever it was he drank that he'll forget all about this. eren's real ass actually hangs out of the falling titan corpse only at the size of ten-ish feet and barely causing any major damage (but damage, all the same; there went a roof, and a light post, and the street). if no one is hurt, it's a blessing.

the titan moans from where he's fallen, drags its torso up again a wall and—

drops back with its wide, skeletal mouth agape and as out of it as the pilot inside. ]

[blastedass]

[he does a fucking 'boom'?! bakugou rebounds to the side, explosions guiding him towards a building top and landing upon it with a skid before twisting up to watch the creature in the sky. the fuck is going on with this idiot? that much stored power releases like that? who'd build up such a charge just from fighting someone else? the synchrony wasn't supposed to result in shit going supernova.

but when it's over, bakugou aims to dash skyward and grab him, only to stop and stare with a strange expression. what. the fuck. is. that thing? it's not a corpse of eren, but some swelling giant? WHY'D HE TURN INTO A FUCKING GIANT ASS GIANT?!

he doesn't hold back too long and rushes forward, fully intending on trying to rip eren clean of the giant's figure. or at least attempt to knock it off course so it'd land somewhere--FUCK! Not on the buildings!!

Mental note: next time a giant falls from the sky, blast the fuck out of it regardless! look at this needles property damage! bakugou lands and stalks towards the monster lying on the ground.

as soon as it moves and tries to drag itself up, the explosive blonde up and BLASTS IT right in the fucking head! one solid punch fully intending to knock it the fuck out.

hah. success.

...

fucking hell. time to drag eren out of this mess.]