A/N: This story is another fill for a prompt on the T&B anon meme. I didn't follow the prompt completely to a T, but the original prompt was as follows:

Basically, Kotetsu and Barnaby get drunk, end up at Barnaby's place, and sleep together...

However, when Kotetsu wakes up the next morning all he can think is "SHIT how did I let this happen, we should not have done that, I better get out of here", etc. so Kotetsu, being the smooth old man he is, tries to sneak out the next morning in order to get his thoughts in order before actually confronting the fact that he and Barnaby slept together.

OF COURSE, Kotetsu's plans never quite go the way he intends for them to and Barnaby wakes up while Kotetsu's in the middle of getting ready to ditch that sweet ass he pounded last night. Cue one very pissed off Barnaby: "Wow, you're seriously pulling this card?", etc.

Kotetsu, of course feels like an asshole, but Barnaby won't stand for that kinda shit and kicks him out anyways. Cue a really awkward next day at work and Barnaby practically resorting to the ice queen attitude he had at the beginning of the series.

What will Kotetsu do?! How does he deal with all of the confusing thoughts that come along with hooking up with Barnaby, as well as Barnaby's cold treatment?

Thanks to all of my beautiful anon readers on the meme! I had a ton of fun writing this for all of you. I would love it if any of you felt brave enough to de-anon and say hi. (:

Chapter 1

Tonight was a night of celebration. Tiger and Barnaby were back in the big leagues after having dominated the Second League last season to the point of humiliation for the other amateur heroes. Barnaby alone was a force to be reckoned with, but between the two of them, the other Second Leaguers didn't stand a chance. Even though the duo had been apart for a while, they re-found their rhythm quickly and rose straight to the top. They did so well, in fact, they even started holding back to let the others have a chance, faking their inability to help out at moments. But in the end, Kotetsu couldn't very easily sit on the sidelines when people needed saving and always jumped in anyway.

As a result, the powers that be decided that they were a little too good to remain on the junior varsity. Well, at least that's how they felt about Barnaby. Tiger would have fit right in on his own because of how little his power could help anymore. However, when asked to return to the First League, Barnaby wouldn't agree to it without his partner moving up with him.

And so it came to be – Wild Tiger and Barnaby Brooks Jr. were back in business. Not that they minded in the least.

Their first day back in the playing field had been a successful one. While they did not score the most points (Sky High was hard to knock from his pedestal again), they did manage to save a couple of citizens and supported their fellow heroes otherwise. Their teamwork came so naturally, everyone would agree that it was almost as if they had never even left.

A small welcome-back party was held for the two of them at a quaint diner in a quiet corner of town. It was just them and the other heroes, including the Second League, who also wanted to congratulate them on their advancement. Kotetsu was glad for the modest party; he didn't care much for the big formal events. He'd take the intimate settings over the suit-and-tie and don't-forget-to-be-on-your-best-behavior-for-the-sponsors-type of parties any day.

Even though both of them had spent plenty of time with the other heroes outside of work during their run in the Second League, it was nice to be back amongst their ranks.

Barnaby and Kotetsu had parted ways with the other heroes not long ago. It was getting late, and the two decided it would be nice to finish the night off with a toast. Considering the party had been held in a family restaurant (there were still minor heroes, after all), they had no choice but to drink elsewhere, and settled on simply picking something up from a liquor store and winding down at Barnaby's place. They agreed that, after having socialized for a few hours, drinking in a quiet setting like Barnaby's apartment sounded pretty nice.

That is, if you could call the laughter of the two inebriated fools in Barnaby's living room "quiet".

"How d'you drink thisshit? It tastes like fuckin' grape juice!" bellowed Kotetsu as he took another swig of his partner's favorite rosé wine, his nose wrinkling in disgust. By now he was well beyond drunk and his tongue was heavy. His partner wasn't too far behind.

Barnaby had poured a small glass of the soft wine for Kotetsu after the bearded man insisted on giving it another go. He'd had it before – several times, actually – and every single time he'd declare that it tasted like fruity sugar water. With each try though, he thought maybe, just maybe, he might like it a little more, but this time was no different.

Barnaby laughed. "It's a classy drink, for classy people like me." He gestured toward himself, nearly jabbing himself with his own thumb thanks to his delayed reflexes. "You don't use it to get trashed. Not that you would understand, Kotetsu." He stole the glass back from Kotetsu and finished it off, downing it like a shot, which made Kotetsu lose it.

"You talk about bein' a classy drinker," the older man roared, pointing at him, "an' then ya just knock back your glass'ah Pinot Fancypants like it was a shot'a cheap vodka! I love it!"

"Still classier than you," Barnaby teased as he tilted the glass back again to get a few remaining drops, this time jokingly sticking his pinky finger straight up as he did so. But the sudden motion of throwing the glass back made him almost fall flat onto his back. He caught himself before he did so, but it didn't save him from looking a fool.

Kotetsu smacked the floor as he cracked up, nearly knocking over their half-empty bottle of Jack in the process.

"Aahahaaah…aahoowww," Kotetsu groaned as he gripped his sore abs, giggles difficult to control. Reaching a hand up, he wiped a few tears from his eyes.

He lay down on the floor and sprawled out to stretch, giving the sore muscles a little relief. A stupid grin was plastered on his face. He couldn't think of many things that he enjoyed more than nights like these. But then again, he could hardly think at all right now. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh as he calmed his giggles.

The alcohol seemed to be hitting him harder by the minute. Damn, that liquor sneaks up on you. It had been a very long time since he'd gotten this drunk, and it felt good getting stupid with his partner. It was one thing to drink with someone like Antonio, but entirely another to drink with Barnaby. With each sip of alcohol, Kotetsu got to watch Barnaby's walls crumble, brick by brick, until there was only air between them. By now, Barnaby trusted him enough to talk to him about just about anything, but Kotetsu felt that getting to talk to him with his filter off really brought them closer together; they didn't have to worry about crossing lines. Kotetsu knew he had to be the only one who got to witness this side of Barnaby, and he loved it. He really enjoyed having that kind of relationship with him.

"Say, Bunny," Kotetsu started, opening his eyes to blearily look at the other, "How come I've never seen you with someone? Like I mean a girlfriend or somethin'."

Barnaby set the wine glass down a safe distance away from the both of them. He shrugged. "When have I ever had time for that?"

Kotetsu nodded in thought. "True." His eyes wandered up to the ceiling, though not focused on anything in particular. "Get 'em while you're still young. If you wait 'til you're my age, you'll be single for the rest'ah your life."

Barnaby chuckled. "That's not true. Older people still date. People get divorced and remarried all the time, and if they're doing that, they must be having some success in finding new loves."

The older man waved his hand. "Yeah, but if y'wait 'til you're the same age as the people gettin' remarried, you'll be way behind. You'll be th'little kid amongst all th'jaded and experienced people." Kotetsu laughed. "You should find someone. It'd be good for you."

Barnaby shifted, a little uncomfortable. Instead of going down that road, he put the focus on Kotetsu. "What about you? Do you think you'll ever find someone else?"

Kotetsu picked his hat off of his head and idly twirled it around on a finger. "Doubt that. I spent my prime time either married or grieving, and I'm too busy to bother too." He sighed. "I gotta admit though, it can get preeeetty damned frustrating, if you know what I mean."

At first, Barnaby shook his head, but then it dawned on him. "Oh. Right. That must be hard."

Hard was right. Just thinking about intimacy was starting to rouse the dark-haired man. The kissing, the touching, the scratching, the biting, the moaning, the tight wet warmth, the blissful cuddling…he missed it all.

Letting out a small groan, he tossed his hat down and rolled onto his stomach to hide what was beginning to happen down south. He laid his head on the back of one of his hands so he could still look at Barnaby, his other arm stretched out on the floor.

Barnaby decided to join him on the ground, and rolled over to lie on his back. As he did so, he unintentionally flopped his head down on Kotetsu's arm with a hard thump.

"Ow!" Kotetsu winced, but chuckled. "Motherfucker."

Barnaby laughed and corrected himself, scooting away to give him a little room. "Sorry."

The younger man's head was just inches from Kotetsu's hand, and he couldn't resist running his fingers through those blonde curls. Had he been sober, he wouldn't have even thought about laying a hand on that boy's hair, but he was well beyond the point of caring about boundaries and trivial crap like that. It was softer than it looked, despite the product that was in it.

Barnaby hummed, a small smile growing on his lips. Clearly he was too intoxicated to care about his hair too, and simply enjoyed the gentle touch. Quickly though, his expression went from relaxed to bothered. He grabbed at the hem of his shirt and started flapping it, fanning his torso. "This alcohol is making me burn up," he complained.

Curious, Kotetsu stopped ruffling his hair and reached out to touch part of Barnaby's exposed abdomen. His skin felt like it had been sitting under a lamp. "Wow, you are pretty hot."

The other man's face froze, his eyes a little cross, but he looked to be thinking about something. Then he broke into laughter. Kotetsu laughed with him, even though he had no idea why they were laughing. It didn't matter. Kotetsu didn't need to understand what was so funny to find it funny anyway.

Barnaby dropped his shirt, in a way that left the lower half uncovered, trying to cool down. His skin was flushed and a little glossy with sweat.

Kotetsu's hand was still there. Idly, he stroked his thumb over the taut skin, studying the shape of the muscle underneath. He felt goosebumps forming beneath his touch. Barnaby's eyes told him he was confused, but he didn't say anything, nor did he move away.

The older man closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his hand on the other's skin. He let his fingertips lightly graze over it, merely tickling the surface, and felt the muscle involuntarily flutter underneath. He thought he heard the other inhale sharply, but he did not open his eyes to look. Instead, he just enjoyed the feel. He hadn't touched someone like this in a while, and it was comforting. When was the last time he'd touched someone like this? He couldn't even remember, it was so long ago…

Oh, right. It must have been when he and Tomoe were trying for their second child. It felt like decades ago.

Tomoe…

He gave Barnaby's tummy a small squeeze before pulling his hand away. Just like that, his mood fell into a mild melancholy, thinking about how much he missed Tomoe, how much he missed being with her, and how much he missed loving and being loved. And suddenly he felt so alone.

Barnaby must have been able to read it on his face, because he felt a hand reach out to touch his temple. He didn't remember closing his eyes, but when he opened them, he was met with a look of concern from the younger hero.

"You okay?" he asked, pulling his hand back now that he had Kotetsu's attention.

He did have Barnaby. How could he forget? This old man wasn't alone at all!

Kotetsu snorted and waved his hand dismissively. "Wha, me? Yah, I'm fine! Dun worry about me, Bunny. I've got you, and you make ev'rything right!" He clapped Barnaby's shoulder with a loud slap of his hand, a stupid grin returning to his face. It didn't take much to bring his spirits back up. He reached out to pinch Barnaby's cheek and starting rhythmically flapping it as he sang in a high-pitched voice, "My bunny bunny bunny bunny!"

Barnaby laughed and swatted his hand away, "Stop that, you idiot! Are y'really that messed up?"

Kotetsu let go and let his arm drop back onto the floor. "I'm Japanese and I drank the same amount o' alcohol as you did, of course I'm fucked up!" he cackled. "I bet uh'm like, three times worse than you right now."

"Wow, that's a scary thought, 'cause I'm pretty far gone m'self," said Barnaby, his words finally beginning to slur a bit. It seemed the back end of the alcohol he consumed was kicking in at last. He shifted around a bit, trying to get comfortable. "This floor is starting to hurt."

Now that he mentioned it, it was getting pretty uncomfortable. "Yah, it is. Too bad you dun have any damn furniture. I keep tellin' ya to buy some!"

"I keep tellin' you I'm the only one who lives here, there's no point," argued the blonde.

"I guess guests like me aren't worthy enough to supply furniture for, eh?" Kotetsu scoffed. "You are a terrible host."

Barnaby rolled his eyes. "You're th'only one who comes over anyway."

Kotetsu pointed a finger at him. "All th'more reason for you to have furniture! I'm your guest of honor!" The old man chortled like a little kid.

Barnaby actually seemed to consider it for a moment, but quickly moved on from the thought. "You wanna just, sit on my bed and drink, then? It's a big bed, and you'll be pleased t'know I bought a night stand about a month ago, so you c'n set your drink down onnit."

That was all the convincing Kotetsu needed. He lifted his head up to look at Barnaby, overly amazed. "You bought some furniture? I'm sooo proud of you, Bunny!" he teased. He pushed himself up to his knees.

Barnaby followed suit, turning over onto his knees and then standing up. He swayed for a moment, but adjusted himself fairly quickly.

Kotetsu tried to copy him. He grabbed his drink off the floor and then jumped to his feet, his body moving much faster than his vision could keep up with. He nearly toppled over, but grabbed Barnaby's arm just in time to catch himself. He started laughing, and Barnaby joined him, giggling as he helped Kotetsu regain his balance. He held onto his waist so he wouldn't fall over again.

"Ahhh thank you Bunny." Once upright, he wrapped an arm around Barnaby's neck to steady himself. "You're the bessssst, Bunny!"

Together they stumbled toward Barnaby's bedroom. Somehow they both made it without incident. The door to the bedroom slid open and Kotetsu eyed the aforementioned new nightstand with wonder.

"Lookit that! It completes the room!" he bellowed and raised his glass. "To Bunny's first piece of long-overdue furniture purchisses!" He "clinked" his glass against an invisible comrade's and then downed the rest of his whiskey.

Barnaby shook his head and took the glass from Kotetsu's hand to set it down on the small table. "S'not necessary at all, just convenient."

The bearded man ignored his comment and dove onto the black bed. "Ahhhhhhh a king size bed for th'King of Heroes!" he joked. The bed really was accommodating.

"I'm not King of Heroes anymore," Barnaby reminded him with a smile. "Take your shoes off before y'get on my bed."

Kotetsu clicked his tongue. "So particular…" He rolled over and kicked his shoes off one at a time, launching them into the wall by the door, which sent him into another fit of giggles that could rival a hyena's.

Barnaby was not as amused. "Be careful! You're gonna damage my walls," he scolded, though with less bite than he might normally use thanks to his sedated state.

"They don't call me the 'Crusher for Justice' for nothin'!" boasted Kotetsu. He made himself comfortable right where he was and rested his head on the palms of his hands. "Ahhh, this is much better."

"There's no justice in kicking off your shoes," the younger man retorted, but he let it go.

Barnaby sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his own boots. Before he did that, however, he reached behind him and pulled his shirt over his head. He let out a sigh of relief, the air immediately beginning to cool his skin. He was still flushed.

Kotetsu's eyes immediately fell on the now-exposed torso. He let his gaze roam over his back, closely studying the sculpted shoulders. Barnaby's body was really a work of art, each muscle toned with diligence. Despite his masculine build, his physique had a slight elegance to it. He was well-built but lean, his complexion fair. The younger man leaned down and began unlacing his boots, the refined muscles of his upper back lightly flexing with his movements.

Kotetsu's appetite came back full force. He found himself wanting to run his fingers over every curve of the other's back, to trace that slender spine…and before he could stop himself, he was already reaching out to touch him.

Just as Barnaby was about to pull his boots off, Kotetsu's fingertips brushed against his back, which made him jump. He had not been expecting it. He looked at Kotetsu, bewildered. "What was that for?"

The older man propped himself up on an elbow and leaned closer, unable to resist the impulse. He brought his free hand around to feel his partner's chest. He let out a quiet groan when his palm found the other man's nipple. His returning arousal twitched. He simply craved the touch. His carnal desire quickly consumed him, and his already-muddled thoughts clouded further with lust. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to touch him.

"Bunny…"

Barnaby had stopped moving, unsure of what to do. He seemed conflicted…but he didn't resist the touch. "Kotetsu, what are yo- Ah!" His breath hitched when Kotetsu's fingers pinched the pink nub, which hardened quickly to the touch.

Kotetsu sat up and closed the gap between them. He needed more. Now. He bit the back of Barnaby's neck, to which his partner hissed. He pressed his lips to the other man's ear and purred. "I want you so badly right now, Bunny." He felt him shudder. His fingers continued to tease and tug at the nipple, but he was running out of patience.

Barnaby's breath quickened. "Kotetsu…we can't—" he started, "You'll regret it…"

But Kotetsu wasn't going to have it. To convince his partner further, he slid his hand down, down, down, under the fabric of Barnaby's pants, and cupped his member through his underwear. The other man was already rock hard. It shouldn't take much to sway him, but to seal the deal, he gave him a gentle squeeze.

"Please Bunny," he whispered, his voice desperate. "I need you." He nuzzled against his neck, his eyes closed. "Please."

That seemed to do the trick, as Barnaby moaned and leaned back against Kotetsu, allowing him better access. He quickly kicked his boots the rest of the way off and spread his legs, inviting the other to touch him more.

Kotetsu obliged. Hungry with lust, he pulled his hand out only to undo the belt and unbutton his partner's pants. He worked quickly, and when there was enough room, he pulled the younger man's member free. Barnaby tugged his pants and underwear down to help.

Kotetsu went to work. He wrapped his fingers around the hard length and stroked, slowly at first. Barnaby let his head drop back onto Kotetsu's shoulder, his brow knit with pleasure. Kotetsu bit him again, sucking hard on the flesh where his neck and shoulder met. Barnaby groaned loudly and brought a hand up to run his fingers through Kotetsu's hair, needing some part of him to touch. Kotetsu gave the skin a small tug with his teeth before licking the fresh bruise. His busied hand picked up its pace, pumping him a little harder, a little faster, and gave his cock a squeeze at the tip with each stroke.

"Kotetsu…" he gasped, his warm breath hitting the side of Kotetsu's neck. Unable to sit still, Barnaby began rocking his hips into Kotetsu's hand, encouraging him to go faster.

The feel of his hand on his partner's erection only made his own that much more painful. The vocalized pleasure echoing in his ears was beginning to drive him mad. Kotetsu pulled his hand away and pushed Barnaby upright again so he could relieve himself of his confines. He undid his belt and pulled his pants off, underwear and all. Much better.

Barnaby took this time to kick his own garments the rest of the way off and crawled onto the bed next to Kotetsu. He straddled the older man's hips and began undressing his upper half, unbuttoning his vest, and then his shirt. He worked swiftly, and to Kotetsu's amazement, he managed to undo every button without a problem. Once his shirt was open, Barnaby pulled the material off of his shoulders and discarded it onto the floor. His tie still hung loosely around his neck. Barnaby tugged on the length of it to pull Kotetsu's face close and captured the older man's lips with his own. The kiss was so eager, so hungry, Kotetsu had to break it just to catch his breath.

It was Barnaby's turn now to leave his mark. Wet kisses trailed down Kotetsu's neck, soft nibbles dotting his skin. Kotetsu let out an audible moan, and craned his neck to allow the other more access. Further down he went, until he gave his collar bone a good bite, generating a pleased hiss from the veteran's gritted teeth. Finished with the tie, Barnaby slid the knot down the black fabric and tossed it behind him.

Barnaby then lifted his hips to adjust his position on Kotetsu's lap, and once situated, began gently grinding against him. The two of them groaned in unison, the simple contact providing just enough friction to please. Kotetsu pulled down on Barnaby's hips, pressing him harder against him as he rocked his hips, eliciting a moan of approval from the blonde.

But it wasn't enough. Kotetsu craved more. He brought his hands down to massage Barnaby's thighs, sneaking his fingers closer and closer to the entrance he would be dominating soon. So close. He rubbed a finger over the tight ring of flesh, but before he could slide a digit in, Barnaby sat up and grabbed his wrist.

"Wait," he said breathlessly, and then climbed off his lap. He watched the younger man lean over to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull something out. "Here." He planted a small bottle of lubricant in his hand and resumed his position on Kotetsu's lap, leaning over to allow him to do what he needed to do.

Kotetsu popped the cap open and squeezed a generous amount of the lubricant onto his fingers. Holding the bottle in one hand, he brought his slicked fingers around back to Barnaby's entrance and slid a finger inside. Barnaby grit his teeth and hung his head, but remained patient. Kotetsu began working at him, slowly sliding his finger out and back in again. Barnaby bit his lip, trying to adjust to it, and after a minute or two, he gradually started to relax.

A second finger.

Barnaby let out a small sound, but Kotetsu kept on. He scissored his fingers, spreading him wider, and pushed them further inside. He felt Barnaby loosen a little more, which prompted him to slide a third finger in.

It took everything in him to wait. Feeling how tight he was only made him want to forego patience and take him now, but he continued to work with his fingers. When he was able to push all three of them in down to the knuckle, he slid them out and pushed Barnaby off of him.

As he sat up, he ushered Barnaby onto his knees. He coated his own member with a healthy amount of the lubricant before tossing the bottle aside and setting himself up behind his partner. His cock throbbed with anticipation. Spreading him a little wider, he placed himself at the entrance and slowly pushed the head inside. Barnaby was so tight still that he had to stop, but even that little amount nearly made him see stars. Inch by inch, he eased himself in until he reached the hilt. His head fell back as a loud moan escaped his throat, his body shuddering involuntarily. He could almost come right then and there.

Barnaby's breathing was labored, anxious. When he felt that he had relaxed a little, Kotetsu moved at his own direction. He pulled out slowly, the pace agonizing, yet glorious. He savored every inch of it before plunging back inside. Barnaby cried out – he was so tight it was probably painful, but Kotetsu was unable to hold back any longer. He began thrusting himself in and out, his pace slowly increasing.

"Oh god –" he choked. "So - good…" He was quickly reduced to desperate pants, what little coherency he had left escaping him in an instant.

Barnaby wasn't much better off. Gradually he was easing up, and with each thrust, Kotetsu managed to get in a little deeper. The older man grabbed his hips and pulled them toward him as he thrust harder.

Barnaby moaned loudly, now that the pain had subsided and twisted into pleasure. He lowered himself down onto one elbow and took his other hand to his throbbing erection. He began pumping himself in time with Kotetsu's thrusts, which proved to be just the right combination, as his head dropped down onto the bed with frantic gasps.

Kotetsu wasn't sure he could last much longer. He slammed his hips into Barnaby, hitting him hard. Barnaby cried out loudly that time. He must have hit something inside of him. He was not at all opposed to doing that again. And again. And again. And again.

Between him striking the bundle of nerves and stroking himself, it only took a few more beats before Barnaby was pushed over the edge, his seed spilling into his own hand. His breath was ragged, but oh so satisfied.

The older man felt the walls clenching around his length, which made the pleasure almost unbearable. He thrust himself deep into his partner several more times before finally throwing his head back and releasing himself inside. He stayed like that for a few moments, soaking in the rapture of it all, before slumping over his partner. His exhaustion flooded over him like a broken dam, and he needed a minute to catch his breath.

When his erection had finally subsided, he pulled himself out and fell onto his back next to the blonde. He closed his eyes, his heart still pounding. He smiled. To finally have an outlet for his pent up lust other than his own hand, was truly gratifying.

He felt Barnaby drop down onto the mattress next to him. He vaguely heard the words "That was amazing", and felt something soft touch his lips just before he lost himself to a very deep slumber.