Three months following the defeat of the dark kingdom

Katsuki sits at his desk, hunched over a parchment and scribbling furiously. He is so engaged in his work that he doesn't hear the knock on his door, nor the sound of said door opening and someone entering. Bakugou nearly jumps out of his skin as a hand is rested on his shoulder. The prince whips around to see Izuku behind him.

"What the fuck nerd, were you trying to get yourself stabbed?"

Izuku rolls his eyes and sighs. "No Kacchan I was coming in here to collect you for an important ceremony. Or have you forgotten that your wedding is today?"

Katsuki stands motioning to his clothing. For once the prince was wearing a proper tunic, a white one covered with a fine silk vest. The vest itself also white, embroidered with stunning blood red flowers. The prince's pants were a light tan color, encompassed by Katsuki's normal leather boots. The prince gives Izuku a little shove, moving him out of the way to reach his bed. Bakugou picks up a cloak from the bed, swinging it around his shoulders with a flourish. Said cloak is only describable by one word, devastating. The cloak is pure white, with the same blood red flowers as Katsuki's vest creeping along the edges. The cloak is trimmed with soft white fur, framing the handsome prince nicely. The wedding attire itself is a statement of the kingdom's prosperity. White fabrics of such high quality are not often found in Kurinao.

Izuku shakes his head with a chuckle at Katsuki's flair of dramatics. "What are you so engrossed in to delay your wedding Kacchan?" Izuku steps toward the desk, peering over at the parchment that Bakugou had been scribbling on. "Wait. Kacchan, is that what I think it is?!"

Bakugou quickly stands leaving the parchment strewn across his desk. "Yeah, it is. You better not mention it to Kiri till I tell him, it's his wedding present. Got it shit nerd?"

Izuku rolls his eyes, but nods anyway. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Now come on, your husband awaits Kacchan."

Katsuki and Izuku make their way to the festivities. Bakugou looks over to his childhood friend and can't help but crack a tiny smile. Izuku looks so happy, and the prince knows the cause. "So when are you and half n half getting married huh?"

Izuku sputters at the prince's blunt line of questioning. "Wh-what, you mean Shouto? W-we're not even…" The green haired mage trails off, his cheeks a vibrant pink.

"Come on Deku, you two aren't exactly subtle. With half n half taking up king from his fuckass dad, he's gonna need someone to rule with him."

Izuku drops his head, his words more hushed than they had been. "Not all of us are so lucky Kacchan. Not only am I not royalty, but I also don't share a soul mark with Todoroki."

"Who the fuck said you two don't match nerd? I would say neither of you having a mark is just as good as a matching set. Plus, you helped take down the dark kingdom. You are practically royalty anyway. Not one motherfucker in the Pyre kingdom will bat an eye at you and the two-toned shit getting hitched."

Izuku raises his head to stare at the prince, the words seeming to register in his brain. "You know Kacchan, you really do care, don't you." Bakugou simply shrugs. "Don't think about it to hard nerd. I just don't want to watch you dance around that fucker forever. If he's what you want, then go be happy or what the fuck ever."

Izuku lunges forward. The mage catching the prince in a death grip of a hug. "Thank you Kacchan, really." Bakugou gives a tentative squeeze in return. "Yeah, whatever Deku. Don't mention it."

In that moment someone rounds the corner, a familiar duo toned head of hair can be seen walking towards the pair. Shouto watches as Izuku springs away from Katsuki, face a mixture of panic and embarrassment. "S-shouto, it's not what it looks like." The soon to be king of the Pyre kingdom smirks. "Should I be worried? Bakugou, you know your future husband is currently waiting for you on the altar right?"

Katsuki huffs, pushing Izuku away from him. "Yeah, I fucking know. I'm coming, impatient fuckers." Bakugou stomps off down the hall, disappearing around the corner from where Shouto had appeared. Shouto looks to Izuku, who is still quite red in the face. "Do I want to know what that was all about?" Izuku shakes his head. "Kacchan and I don't talk about emotion things, but he said some things to me that were true. I guess he helped me realize some things for the future." Todoroki smiles softly, "Good things I hope."

Izuku grins, "Yeah, I would say so."

Katsuki stands outside the massive wooden doors of the chapel. He stands in the hall with his dad, awaiting the signal to enter. The prince fidgets, in what is either excitement, nerves, or both. Masaru Bakugou glances over his son with a look of immense pride in his eyes. The king reaches over to straighten the crown on the prince's head. "I am so proud of you my son. You have brought more prosperity to this kingdom then I ever could have hoped. I can say with sincerity that you and Eijirou shall make fine rulers."

Katsuki grumbles out a thanks, just as the beginnings of music can be heard. The king smiles. "I suppose that's our signal."

The massive wooden doors swing open to reveal the elegantly decorated pews and isle. The decorations consist of simple red and white flowers strung among the lanterns lining the isle. The altar draped in swaths of rich red fabric, draped in thick, elegant greenery. Katsuki smirks at the decorations. The simple decor must have been his father's idea. The old hag would have decked the chapel to high heaven if given half the chance.

It's in that moment that Eijirou and Katsuki seem to catch each other's eyes. Eijirou is dressed in a similar fashion to Bakugou, though Kiri's vest is a stunning blood red with white flowers. The other prince also lacks a cloak wrapped around him. Katsuki fights to move his feet in time with his father, too entranced by the man who was about to become his husband. Katsuki can't help but think think that Eijirou looks otherworldly standing up on the altar.

Kirishima also finds himself in a state as his husband to be comes down the isle. Kiri watches his beautiful cloak swish with every elegant step. Eijirou drags his eyes away from the billowing fabric, taking in the rest of Bakugou's form. The shifter notices the necklace of his teeth perched against the pale column of Katsuki's throat. Kiri shivers at the hot spike of desire he feels with his soulmate wearing his claim so proudly. He waits as Bakugou makes his way towards the altar, buzzing with excited energy.

Katsuki finally stands before Eijirou, the king stepping away to take his seat. Both princes turn to face the priest. The pair sneak glances at one another while the man begins the lengthy ritual of marriage rites. After a number of heated glances between the two princes their attention is drawn back to the priest. He tells them to clasp their hands together as he begins wrapping a length of elegant cording around their hands and wrists. The man finishes the speech, the princes turning themselves to face the crowd. They raise their tied hands in triumph, the room errupting into excited cheering. Katsuki uses their tied hands to pull Eijirou close to him. He grins up at the shifter before leaning in to steal a kiss.

The now married princes are then promptly whisked away for the celebratory feast. The ballroom is decorated extravagantly. Flowers, candles, and other decorations cover the room completely. The guests are packed tightly into the space, eating, drinking, and laughing freely.

Katsuki looks around the castle's ballroom in awe.

"Holy shit, I've seen some pretty huge parties thrown in this room, but this is something else."

Eijirou chuckles beside him. "I assume this was the result of my dad explaining Dracilt culture to your family. In my kingdom it is a huge celebration when anyone gets married, tenfold when it's someone of the royal family."

Bakugou huffs out a laugh before pulling his husband into the fray of the party.

Katsuki, not one for social interaction, quickly grows tired of the grand festivities. He and Eijirou had eaten and made their appearances to the important guests, making pleasantries. Katsuki finally has reclaimed his husband from the horde of party guests, secluding him in a quiet corner of the room. Bakugou drops his face into Kiri's neck, draping his arms over his shoulders tiredly. Eijirou pulls him close, nuzzling his face into the puff of blonde hair.

"Is someone tired," he chuckles.

Bakugou grumbles, removing his face from Kiri's neck to glare at him.

Eijirou grins, "Well if you're not tired then what do you want."

Bakugou snakes a hand under the collar of Kiri's tunic, fingers making their way to the darkened soulmark on his shoulder. Katsuki rubs the warm skin in small circles before dragging his nails across the mark lightly.

Kirishima lets out a hiss as his soulmark is attacked. He leans back into Katsuki's space, sharp teeth grazing the shell of his ear as he growls, "Not tired at all then, someone wants to play."

Katsuki can feel his legs buckle as the shifters hot breath puffs against the sensitive skin of his ear, the words lighting a fire in his belly. Before Kiri can tease him further Bakugou steps away from his hold.

"If you want me you gotta catch me first shitty hair."

Katsuki then darts straight back into the thickest part of the crowd of guests, disappearing from view. Kiri quickly shakes of his daze, snapping to attention to locate Bakugou. The shifter doesn't even attempt to catch the other prince's scent while still in the ballroom, knowing it would be impossible to pinpoint with all the guests present. Kiri darts off through the nearest exit, raising his nose in the air. The dragon shifters heightened senses still not able to pick up Katsuki through all the other scents. Eijirou lets out a huff before thinking of possible locations his husband could have ran off too. In the hallway Eijirou catches sight of Midoriya and Todoroki, trying to look as if they hadn't just been holding hands in the dark walkway.

Izuku stutters out, "O-oh Kirishima, are you looking for Kacchan?"

Kiri puts on a bright smile for the pair, carefully adjusting his pants before continuing towards them. "Yes, actually. Did you happen to see which direction he ran off in," The shifter replies in a strained voice.

Izuku stares at Eijirou, as if trying to figure out if he was ok. Shouto on the other hand takes pity on the shifter. "He was heading for the training room at full speed."

Kiri lets out a relieved chuckle, "Thank you! Enjoy the rest of your night!"

The pair watch as Kirishima runs off down the hall. Izuku looks to Shouto in confusion. "Did I just miss something?"

The usually stoic, dual-haired man cracks a small smile. "Don't worry, I'll tell you later."

Katsuki skids to a halt in front of the heavy wooden door to the training room. He flings it open stepping into the soft glow of the few torches still lighting the room. He glances around the room before spotting a heavy looking chair in one corner. He hisses out a laugh, "Perfect."

Just as Kirishima busts through the door towards the center of the room, Katsuki moves behind him. He secures the door closed, wedging the chair underneath the handle to avoid any interruptions.

Eijirou spins back around to face Katsuki, shaking his head at the other man's antics. Bakugou moves away from the door. He unclasps the magnificent white cloak from around his shoulders, stepping closer to Kiri. "Come on shitty dragon, I wanna fucking fight."

Eijirou unbuttons his vest, leaving him in his red tunic. "You sure it's fighting you really want Katsuki."

Bakugou moves to stand on the straw training mats, dropping into a fighting stance. "You bet your ass it's a fight I want."

Kirishima smiles, obliging his husband and stepping onto the mats as well. They pause for a moment before they both lunge towards each other. Katsuki is just slightly quicker, managing to get a grip on the shifter. He uses Kiri's forward leaning weight against him, kicking his feet out from under him. The shifter topples forward, narrowly escaping slamming his face into the mat. Kiri raises himself back up to his knees with a growl. Katsuki laughs at his husband's obvious annoyance. Kiri takes the moment of unfocused laughter to grip Bakugou's ankles, quickly pulling his footing out from under him. Katsuki crashes to the mats, landing on his ass with a thump. Eijirou outright chortles at the look of utter betrayal upon Katsuki's face.

Bakugou snarls, reaching up to pull Kiri into a fierce kiss. Katsuki can feel Eijirou melt into his hold. The shifter moving to hover above him. He can feel the hard outline of Kiri's dick as it presses against him. "You gonna do something about that...Husband."

Eijirou latches his mouth against Katsuki's neck, leaving purpling bruises in his wake. His hands hastily undo the buttons of Bakugou's vest, and the ties of his tunic. He pushes both off Katsuki's shoulders, baring more skin to the dragon's punishing mouth.

Katsuki releases breathy little whines. "I guess that's a fuckin yes then."

Bakugou reaches up to undo the ties on Kiri's tunic, quickly ridding him of the garment. He rakes his nails against the skin of the shifter's soulmark. Causing him to groan, rutting his hips against Katsuki. They both begin working the laces of their pants open, breaking away only long enough to shimmy out of the rest of their wedding attire. Katsuki leaves the necklace of Kiri's teeth in place, knowing the effect it has upon his husband.

Kirishima grips Bakugou by the hips, slotting their straining dicks to rub against each other. His rough thumb rubbing across Katsuki's soulmark teasingly. "You better have at least come prepared Katsuki," He purrs.

Bakugou smirks, reaching over into his discarded pants to pull out a small vial of oil. He moves to hand it to Kiri, but the shifter pushes him back to lay on the mats.

Eijirou grins. "I wanna watch you open yourself up for me. Wanna watch you writhe on those little fingers waiting for the real thing."

Katsuki lets out a surprised moan at the order. He quickly uncorks the vial, warming the oil against his fingers. In control for the moment he starts with one against his rim, prodding gently. His slim digit sliding inside easily. He moves his finger quickly, pushing his hips down against the digit. He adds a second finger, almost impatiently. His gaze snaps up to Eijirou as the shifter lets out a deep growl.

Kiri huffs out, "slowly, I wanna watch you fall apart."

Katsuki lets out a soft whine glaring at his husband, but follows the order. He slowly stretches with his two fingers. Bakugou stutters out a choked moan as he finds his prostate. Eijirou moves closer again, leaning down to capture the soft noises escaping the prince's lips.

Katsuki slowly adds the third finger, preparing himself further. With his free hand he grips onto Eijirou tightly. Each thrust of his fingers releasing another smothered moan. Eijirou finally seems to give into Katsuki's soft wanton noises. The shifter pulls the prince's fingers free of his entrance. Bakugou growls at the sudden lack of stimulation. Kiri silences him with his lips, pulling the prince by his hips to align himself. Kiri prods at Katsuki's entrance for a moment before slowly sliding his aching dick inside. Katsuki breaks free of the kiss, throwing his head back towards the ceiling with a strangled moan.

Kirishima sets a steady pace, thrusting deeply. The shifter takes great pleasure in every little breathy gasp from Bakugou. Katsuki reaches up to grasp at the skin of Kiri's shoulder, blindly stimulating his soulmark. The shifter lets out a shaky moan of his own. He grips Katsuki's hips, making sure to be touching his mark, before increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Not long after increasing the speed both princes are panting. Katsuki ruts up against his husband kissing at his lips savagely. Eijirou grinding into every thrust. With a broken cry Katsuki spills between them, Eijirou still thrusting deeply as Bakugou rides out his orgasm. Eijirou falls over the edge as well, pulling Katsuki close as he cums inside.

Kiri rolls to lay beside his husband, both of them panting. Kirishima looks to his husband with a grin. "Did I win?"

Katsuki huffs, burying his face in Eijirou's neck. "Shut the fuck up shitty hair."

After redressing and fixing the training room the pair make their way back to their room, both looking disheveled and covered in obvious lovebites. When they reach the bedroom Katsuki explains that he has a surprise for Eijirou.

Eijirou stops next to his husband, thoroughly agitated. "Katsuki, you never said we were exchanging gifts. Now I'm gonna feel like an ass for not getting you anything."

Katsuki rolls his eyes at his husband's pouting. "Shut it lizard brain, this is something for both of us."

Upon entering their shared bedroom Kiri can see that Katsuki's desk is a mess of parchment. There are ink bottles, measuring tools and quills littering the floor. Kirishima looks to Bakugou in question. "What happened to your desk?"

Katsuki huffs. "What happened to my desk is part of the surprise stupid dragon."

Kiri gives a confused head tilt, before being pulled over to glance down at the parchments on the desk.

Eijirou glances down at the mess with confusion. He notices that all the various parchment make up some sort of drawing. As the shifter looks closer he realizes that they are building plans for what appears to be a castle. Eijirou runs his fingers over the inked lines, tracing the shape of what would be a massive stronghold. He turns to his husband.

"Katsuki, what is this exactly?"

Katsuki gives the shifter a smug grin. "That, is gonna be our home lizard brain. Our castle will be placed perfectly between our kingdoms. A perfect spot to rule over them both once the thrones have been passed over."

Kirishima looks more confused. "Between our Kingdoms? What do you mean, my people are still coming out of hiding. We don't even know where we are going to rebuild yet."

Bakugou squints at him in exasperation. "You know half n half took the crown for the Pyre kingdom right?"

Kiri nods. "Yes, but what does Todoroki have to do with this?"

"Because he is giving back the Dracilt kingdom's lands you idiot. The Pyre kingdom is going to take control of the dark kingdom's lands. Todoroki and shitty Deku have plans to fix all the gross magic shit left from fuckface and his bunch of assholes."

Kirishima looks dumbfounded. "Seriously?!...Katsuki that's amazing!"

"Not so fast, it's gonna be a lot of work before any of the kingdoms are back to working order. We are going to have to help any of the Pyre kingdom inhabitants that wish to relocate because they fall within Dracilt kingdom lands."

Eijirou questions, "Wait, I though most of the Pyre kingdom was centered over what used to be the Dracilt kingdom lands? How would we uproot so many people?"

Katsuki pulls a map from the heaps of parchments on the floor. He begins pointing out newly drawn kingdom borders to his husband. " Look at these, all of the kingdoms rulers have agreed to establish new borders. Redistributing the lands."

Kirishima stares down at the map in awe, not quite sure how to express his emotions. "Katsuki I don't know what to say. I could never have imagined that this could happen, let alone as quickly as it has."

Bakugou pulls Eijirou down to place a soft kiss upon his lips. "We're gonna build the best fuckin castle ever, and be the best damn rulers in the kingdom."

Eijirou grins. "At this point I would say anything is possible. To think this all started because you wanted to slay a dragon to avoid your shitty marriage agreement."

The pair share matching grins, overlooking the future they would share.