BakuKami Week 2018

It was their first stop when they could use the money they gathered so far and somehow he let himself be dragged by his captain to what he claimed was “a promised land”.

Soon they stood in front of an inn that looked far different from what they’ve passed so far. It was build with actual bricks and didn’t look like it was about to collapse on them. When Chargebolt stepped inside Katsuki followed him with wariness.

The inside was even more striking. It was clean and didn’t smell like cheap rum and pee. It wasn’t crowded either and whoever Katsuki laid his eyes on was tipsy at worst.

Struck by the sudden change of the atmosphere he haven’t noticed his captain had already approached the counter and got a key that he dangled in front of Katsuki’s face as soon as he joined his side.

“I got us one room to share for some captain – quartermaster bonding time.”

“I don’t wanna bond with you,” Katsuki growled but he followed Chargebolt nevertheless. The corridor leading to their room was decorated with old mismatched tapestry and some random paintings. Bakugou would laugh at how pirates tried to imitate higher culture but being one of them now he was surprised they managed even this much.

The room turned out to be so much better. It had two queen sized beds, a fluffy carpet with a coffe table, and a small wardrobe. A big window was letting in warm sunlight, adding to the room’s inviting coziness.

Chargebolt flopped down on one of the beds, nuzzling into the pillows like he didn’t have even better ones on his ship. He waved in the direction of closed door.

“You can go first, I’ll order us some food,” he said, and Katsuki suspiciously followed his hand. He opened the door and nearly gasped at the sight.

“Shower…” he whispered in disbelief. Chargebolt chuckled behind him.

“Aren’t you happy to clean up after all this time on the ship?” He smiled knowingly which only made Bakugou shut the door behind him, muting his laugh.

He didn’t waste time and stripped down immediatelly. He stepped inside and turned the tap without even adjusting the water, welcoming the cold cascade on his bare shoulders, his eyes closed in pleasure. After a second of relishing the shower itself he went on to actually adjusting the water to his liking. When it was pleasantly hot he looked around and spotted a shelf full of soaps and bottles with labels in so many languages he couldn’t read some of them. There was still so much more world for him to see, so much to learn and discover. He grabbed the bottles and read all of the labels he could carefully so he could choose the scents and properties suited to his liking. He was glad to find something soothing for his sunburnt skin and scented with heavy spices.

He knew he had spend much more time in the shower than he would in his previous life but it was a given when he hasn’t seen one in half a year. He had never thought a simple shower would feel so good.

When he stepped out into the steamy bathroom, all its tiles wet with droplets, he found towels folded on a shelf. He dried himself off and wrapped one around his waist before grabbing his clothes and leaving the bathroom.

His captain looked up from a piece of paper, a glass of wine in his other hand. He smiled at the sight of him. Katsuki felt his eyes on his bare chest.

“I’ve already ordered. Wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got a bit of everything,” he said, pouring another glass of wine and handing it to him. Katsuki took it and sat down on his bed, dropping his clothes on the floor. At this point he had developed a weird kind of reluctant trust towards his captain so he drank the offered drink without second thought.

“I’ve also asked someone to get our clothes and clean them later,” Chargebolt have added, putting the glass down and starting to take off all of his earrings, signets and other jewelry. “Take the food when they bring it. And don’t bother dressing up,” he added, noticing Bakugou’s glance towards his clammy towel. “They’ve seen way worse things.” He smiled, dropping his belt and unbuttoning his t-shirt. “Mind my stuff,” he said just before taking off his pants. Bakugou averted his gaze as his captain undressed to add his clothes to their pile of laundry. Finally, he heard an amused chuckle and the sound of bathroom door closing.

Katsuki leaned back and after a second of thought poured himself another drink. The towel he was sitting in started to feel a bit unpleasant with all the water it absorbed but he didn’t want to take the service with no clothes on. He believed the reason his captain showed him this place was because he was more civilized than the rest of the crew. He didn’t want to ruin that impression. His knowledge already put him high in the rank with little time but he knew from experience it was easy to ruin one’s achievements by fucking up one or two social interactions.

He was halfway through the bottle and the first chapter of a book he found on the shelf when he heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” he yelled, eyeing the distance between him and his captain’s pistol.

He didn’t let his guard down before all the food was laid on an acceptably flat surface and their dirty clothes were taken. Only then did he look around at the various meals before him. Some of them he knew only from books and others he couldn’t even name. He grabbed some safely looking shrimps and while he was chewing one, the bathroom doors opened and he nearly choked seeing his captain butt naked.

It was not that he saw him like that for the first time. He learned quicky and harshly that pirates were ordinary and straight-forward, but he didn’t expect much from a bunch of men confined to a limited space in the middle of an ocean. This, however, was no such situation. There were only two of them and the room they shared. Adding the captain’s teasing personality and his ambiguous relationship with Riot, Bakugou didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t give a single shit about his captain’s preferences. He just didn’t know how he would react if he turned out to be one of them.

Chargebolt opened the wardrobe Bakugou didn’t pay much attention to before, and retrieved two pieces of silky fabric. He threw one at him.

“Here, you can change into it,” he said, while sliding on what appeared to be silky red robe. Somehow it seemed even less appropriate than his completely undressed state. Bakugou didn’t want to make a big deal out of this though so he stood up, letting his wet towel drop to the floor, and shrugged on the robe too. He tied it loosely around his waist and threw the towel on the wardrobe door to dry.

Meanwhile his captain sat down on the fluffy rug next to the short table most of the food was placed on.

“The bathroom smelt nice after you,” he informed, grabbing some kind of sandwich with a big chunk of weirdly shaped meat. He bit into it, motioning for him to join him on the floor. Katsuki was reluctant after the sentence he just heard though. Nevertheless his captain continued unfazed. “If you’re into spicy things, which honestly I thought you would so I ordered it, you should try this one,” he said, scooting to the plate near his bed where a bowl of steaming food was standing. He picked it up and offered it to Bakugou, who took it after a second of confusion.

Accepting his captain was a total nutcase, he sat down where he could lean on the back of the bed. That made them sit quite close to each other but it didn’t make him feel concerned. Yet.

He took a bite of the meal he recognized as curry, something he wanted to try but never had the chance too, and felt the pleasant burn of hot, spicy food he liked so much. He felt his captain’s gaze on himself but didn’t let it get to him. The good meal helped him with that.

That was until he was halfway the bowl and he heard a sniff right next to him. He looked to the side and saw the blond leaning in and honest to god sniffing him.

“With all due respect, captain, but what the fuck are you doing?”

“Smelling you,” his captain answered like it was nothing. “You smell kind of the same,” he noticed. Bakugou growled and put his hand on his face to push him away, but he persisted, pushing back into it. “I wanna try it,” he whined like he wasn’t one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas. Bakugou rolled his eyes and put the bowl in front of Chargebolt’s face. He looked kind of disappointed but Bakugou didn’t put much mind into it.

His captain took a bite of curry and stuck his tongue out almost immediately, giving him the bowl back. He also seemed to bite down a comment at the tip of his tongue, eyeing Bakugou intensely. He already knew he wouldn’t like where it was going even before the words escaped Chargebolt’s mouth.

“Do you taste the same though?”

“The fuck what now.” It was too much for him to process or even accent his response with appropriate anger or question.

“Can I taste you, Lord Explosion Murder?”

Bakugou felt his face grow hot both at the question itself and the use of nickname he came up with when he was trying to find a cool pirate name.

“What,” he barked out, getting defensive and leaning back while Chargebolt leaned in closer with a mischievous smirk.

“You heard me,” he said, smiling. “Just a lick, for comparison,” he added, but Bakugou was already moving away to the opposite side of table.

“Stay away, pervert,” he growled, curling into himself and digging back into his food. Chargebolt only shrugged, grabbing the bottle of wine and refilling their glasses.

But the idea of his captain’s tongue on him was already planted in Bakugou’s mind and it was taking dangerous turns whenever he stopped paying conscious attention to it. He kept thinking if he’d just lick his hand or rather get distracted by the opening of his robe and go for the collarbones, the neck. Or would he go further and reach his cheek, getting really close to his mouth and then-

“It will get cold, you know.”

Bakugou focused his gaze on the man in front of him, realizing he spaced out with the  spoon midway to his mouth. He pried the fantasy away, feeling his cheeks grow hot with the sudden awareness of the proximity with the man he just fantasized about and the knowing smile he was aiming at him.

He casted his gaze down, continuing eating and focusing on the food solely. As soon as he finished it there was another glass in his hand.

“From Mexico,” his captain explained. “Try it.”

“If you drug me I will kill you after,” he threatened, lifting the cup to his mouth.

“If I drugged you you would thank me. I know some pretty good stuff.” Chargebolt smiled at him and yet again he wasn’t sure if they were talking about drugs anymore.

The drink tasted like a liquid jalapeno and it was the best thing he has ever had in his mouth. He extended his glass for more which earned him a disgusted face but he was poured more anyway.

They dug into more food seasoned generously with stories of their lands of origins from Chargebolt who became only more talkative with each drink, his stories becoming less and less believable. Katsuki listened though, knowing him well enough by now to believe most of them.

“…and it was such a pity to crash their reception like that, so I asked him if he’d like to marry me instead. And that’s how I’m basically engaged with a Cuban prince,” he finished one of the stories, the words a bit slurred at the end.

“So you do swing that way?” Bakugou asked suddenly and thus realized he was more drunk than he had thought. The spice burning his throat completely covered the burn of alcohol so he had forgotten he was even drinking one. And even if he’d ask his captain about it sober, it would never be a slurred flurry of words stuck to each other.

His captain hummed, unaware of his sudden realization.

“’course I am,” he admitted just like that, which took Bakugou aback. “I mean, I’m on a closed space with a bunch of dudes and I have my needs. Or did you not notice my alone time with Riot?” He looked up while rising his glass to take a sip, looking him straight in the eye.

Bakugou did notice Riot. And him disappearing in his captain’s cabin for hours. Their captain, that is.still processing this, he nodded absentmindedly at the next question he hasn’t even heard. Chargebolt’s piercing gaze made him realize in delay he was just complimenting his lover.

“Are you jealous, grenade boy? I’m sure he would be interested and I can share,” he said, this dangerous tone back in his voice and Katsuki suddenly wanted to be far away from him, from this room, from the alcohol and their loose tongues. From the truth he was denying for months. “Or is it me that you’re jealous of?”

“Yes.”

They stared at each other, blinking owlishly and processing this one word that just appeared between them, both equally bewildered by it. Chargebolt huffed, putting his glass down.

“Oh.” He brushed his blond hair back with his fingers, biting down on his lip. Bakugou knew he wasn’t anticipating such response, that he expected more teasing and having an upper hand like the captain he was.

But not with him, and seeing his captain like this finally made his desires clear and his mind set on one goal, now involving alcohol flushed cheeks and bitten down lips. With the annoying teasing aside, he was now the one with control and he was going to use it to his liking.

“I-“ Chargebolt finally opened his mouth to say something, but Bakugou was already on him, scent of fruity soap and alcohol filling his nostrils. The captain’s eyes zeroed on his lips and that was all the invitation he needed before kissing him. His lips were softer than he had expected and he was very responsive which he anticipated. He raked his finger through the blonde hair while captain wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

The taste of alcohol mixed on their tongues, making Katsuki feel intoxicated. He let his free hand roam and explore the expanses of his captain’s bare chest, which made the man sigh into his mouth and lean back, almost pulling them on the ground. And after a second of thought, Katsuki pushed him fuly down anyway.

Chargebolt looked up at him with a content smile, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and his tongue licking the aftertaste of their kiss.