Katsuki is in love.
He must be, because there's no other word to explain how he's intrigued, fascinated, and absolutely enamored by Izuku Midoriya.
With damned fantasies and lonely thoughts, his mind has never been a safe haven. It offers him no more solace than the world he lives in while waking and aware. It's filled to the brim with painful questions and the knowledge that he is too dark to be touched by light, too besmirched by the filth of his own ideas. He could be Pluto, a ruthless Julius Caesar but never a tender Apollo, no kind soul or fair prince. So he made his mouth worship the sweetness of blood and cast away his wishes to be soft with only the desire for something to love and satisfy him, as jagged and vicious as he was.
And now, the prince dubbed Izuku Midoriya understands him. He speaks the language of violence, the tongue of war and rage and many other things Katsuki knows far too well. When Izuku doesn't want something, he resorts to fighting and Katsuki adores it. In fact, as numbness blooms across his face, his mind is already elsewhere as he distantly wonders how beautiful Izuku would look during an actual heat. Not having pups is a drag but it's not the end of the world, and Katsuki will make sure to take proper measures so conception will happen sooner than Uraraka predicts. Maybe in the next few months or so, if they're lucky.
But for now, the omega leans against his bicep with a tired posture. Admittedly it was probably a mistake to pick a fight with him while he's so exhausted and dehydrated, but there's a twisted satisfaction in pushing him further and further to see how much it takes him to snap. His willpower is slowly weakening alongside his energy, inch by steady inch, but Katsuki tries to be careful not to kill him in the process. Human bodies can only take so much and Izuku is no exception to the rules of nature. The water should keep him conscious enough for the time being, but hunger is another story.
It's been raining for hours on end but now it's less of a downpour and more of a light sprinkle. It wasn't necessarily the reason he set up camp though: it would be best to stay by Izuku's side for a good week as he adjusts to his new position. Katsuki also doesn't trust his soldiers to not try and take advantage of his mate, so he wants to spend as much time as possible imprinting his scent on the omega's skin. It would make his men think twice before trying to touch what's his.
There's tents every few yards and it's admittedly a bit dense, with towering oak trees rising along the perimeter of the clearing. The camping area itself is infested with soldiers who pack their gear, polish their weapons, etcetera. A few stop to stare as Katsuki carries Izuku, and the prince's cheeks burn but he evenly keeps their gaze until they look away.
That's my boy.
However, he doesn't blame them for trying to catch glimpses. Izuku's scent is incredibly powerful and he probably has no idea because he can't smell it himself. There's also rumors that have spread about what type of mate someone like Katsuki Bakugou would choose, and it would be best to nip them in the bud before they get out of hand.
He pushes through camp to get to the main tent where his generals reside, nudging past the flap. Just like the rest of the tents there's fur that lines the floor and baskets along the edges of the walls, but unlike the others, there's a fire pit in the center and a screen at the top of the arched ceiling that allows smoke to waft upwards and escape. There are also people around said fire, four to be exact, and their conversations instantly die as soon as he enters.
Kirishima holds a bottle of liquor but considering he doesn't drink that much and the level is near the bottom, Katsuki assumes they were all passing it around. Ashido has her arms draped over the general but she doesn't seem to care that Katsuki came back, probably because she's too drunk. Kaminari, on the other hand, sits upright to observe while Uraraka sits
close to Ashido with crossed legs.
All of their eyes are on him, which isn't unusual, but this time the circumstances are different.
"Is that him?" Ashido is the first to speak, her gaze flicking from Izuku back to Katsuki. Her words aren't slurred but she's been known to be anything but a lightweight, so he doesn't put the tipsiness past her.
"Sure is." Katsuki presses his lips against Izuku's hair to give him a soft kiss. There's still the faintest taste of alpha cologne that hides between strands. "He's gorgeous, isn't he?"
But Uraraka seems more worried than the rest, since she can probably smell the scent of sex that oozes off them. It's a bit irritating how concerned she is but Katsuki chooses to ignore it. He steps around his generals, treading mud on the carpet before he seats himself close to the fire with Izuku curled up against his chest.
They don't ask about his nose, which makes sense because after coming back with injuries in the past they've learned to stop questioning what Katsuki does in his free time.
"I'm gonna be the first to say it," Kirishima finally says after a brief period of awkward silence, swallowing down the rest of the liquor with a few gulps and drawing it away from his lips. "That omega is pretty and all, but he reeks. What the hell did you give him to make him smell like that?" Uraraka gives him a disapproving look but Kaminari chimes in as he flops back against the carpet. "Yeah, it smells like I'm in a whore house."
Katsuki seats Izuku on his lap, which earns him a soft growl. There's an erection pressed right against his ass and he's clearly unhappy about it, glaring as he shifts with discomfort before turning his focus back to the others. He's thinking and Katsuki can sense it: there's gears turning in his mind and he's absorbing his surroundings. Studying them. Studying his men's interactions, their expressions, their accents and language.
Studying who they are.
"I don't know, I think whore houses are stronger. Maybe it's like a glory hole or something," Ashido grumbles, trying to paw the bottle out of Kirishima's hand only to find out it's empty. "You suck! Get me another."
"Get me one too," Bakugou says coolly, sliding his hand back up Izuku's thigh. He lets it rest on his hip and rubs gentle circles through the blankets, pressing his lips against the scent gland from behind.
It smells so intoxicating, just one whiff scatters his thoughts when he's this close. It's a drug that clouds his mind and screws with his self control. In fact he barely registers Kirishima getting up with a grumble, clearly pissed about being forced to fetch drinks. Izuku watches him, numbly trying not to pay attention to Katsuki's mouth latched to his neck.
Ah, that wouldn't do. Being ignored isn't an option, so Katsuki reaches beneath the blanket to make room for his hand under Izuku's ass. The omega jumps a bit as two fingers find their way to his hole, pressing inside with a wet sound disguised by the crackling fire. His walls tighten at once in discomfort and his breath hitches as Katsuki's lips press against his ear.
"Even though I stopped touching you a while ago, you're still dripping everywhere," he whispers so softly, only Izuku can hear him. "Do me a favor and keep my cock warm, won't you?"
Izuku tenses but Katsuki doesn't really care, since he's so aching hard. Once his erection springs free from the open zipper of his trousers, he presses the head inside the omega and his hole expands around the girth with a squelch. Izuku shudders at the intrusion and bites the inside of his cheek, a quiet uncomfortable whine slipping from his lips. Katsuki gives a noise between a quiet moan and a purr as his cock twitches, letting Izuku sink down the rest of his length all the way to the top of the knot with a single thrust.
With Izuku wrapped in a blanket, it seems as if he's innocently sitting on
Katsuki's lap. That wouldn't dismiss the scent though, since the entire tent already stinks of sex, but he figures the rest of his generals wouldn't mind. The omega's walls twitch around his cock, fluttering around the shaft and hugging every inch with delicious wet tightness.
"So Izuku," Ashido begins, tracing the tip of her finger on the rim of the empty bottle. "Tell us about yourself. You know, besides the fact that you like taking dick."
Kaminari stifles a laugh and Kirishima rolls his eyes, placing a few drinks next to Katsuki before sitting down with his own. Izuku bites his tongue angrily as slick flows faster now, drooling down the knot as his face begins to pale.
Oh well. If he passes out from dehydration again, maybe it'll make him easier to transport back to the kingdom.
"He doesn't talk much," Uraraka attempts to butt in with a nervous smile. "I think he's just shy." "Is that why he gave Bakugou that nasty scar?" Kirishima asks, eyebrows raised. "Where I come from, that wouldn't be called shy."
Ashido takes the bottle and already begins trying to pry it open. "Where I'm from, he would've been eaten for breakfast for that."
"Relax, Mina." Katsuki reaches over to take a sip of his drink. Although Kirishima is his right hand man, he can be a bit too serious at times. Ashido is always on the wild side, which makes sense for being a female alpha. There's something about her that's irresistibly magnetic and he couldn't help but want her on his side.
A flash of anger fills the bond and he pauses drinking momentarily, letting his eyes rest on Izuku: the omega's gaze is fixed on the bottle that Ashido keeps trying to unscrew. A thought lights up in Katsuki's head and he remembers that the prince might recognize the liquor they're indulging in, since they looted it from his castle after all. A ghost of a smile slides across his lips and he nudges Izuku until he
catches his attention. Tipping the drink towards him, he offers the omega a sip with the most innocent look he can muster. It takes a split second for the mockery to sink in and Izuku positively seethes, clenching his jaw as his eyes flare. The pupils are blown wide from omega instinct and it's so, so beautiful. Fuck, now he kind of wants to kiss him.
But kissing is the type of thing you do under a starlit sky after a romantic dinner, not... at a time like this.
"You need to drink something," Katsuki murmurs, pressing the edge of the bottle against the omega's lips. "You don't want to pass out again, do you?"
Izuku gives another glare, in a 'if I did, it'd be your fault' kind of way. Still, he may be stubborn but he's not stupid, so he yields to reluctantly flick his tongue against the tip of the bottle. Katsuki purrs at his cooperation and tips the liquor forward to meet Izuku's lips, and the prince begins to swallow gulp after gulp with the cords in his neck quivering as he does so.
Damn, now he kind of wants to kiss those too.
Izuku ends up drinking the entire bottle, running his tongue around the edge to take every last drop. He's also starting to soak right through the blankets and it looks like that won't be stopping any time soon, especially with an alpha cock buried to the hilt inside of him. The entrance flutters every time his hips shift, leaving his body ready to swallow the knot whole.
"Good boy," Katsuki purrs quietly, holding Izuku in place with both hands on his hips. The walls instinctively tighten at that and the prince growls softly as another wave of slick follows.
"He still looks like he hates you," Kirishima remarks.
Izuku looks away from Katsuki to fix his gaze on the general instead. Its intensity must surprise him because he looks a bit shocked, and it's
strangely satisfying to see a beta at a complete loss for words with just a single look from an omega.
His omega.
"Sir, are you trying to get him drunk?" Uraraka asks with a frown. "We don't even know if the herbs he was taking before conflict with alcohol consumption."
"We'll find out soon, won't we?" Katsuki takes the next bottle and tips it towards him again, but Izuku pulls back a bit. He offers it to him a second time, trying to wave it in his face, and this time Izuku turns away from him completely to stare at the fire. "Maybe he's a little scared," Ashido remarks, leaning forward to take a better look. "Can I touch him?"
The question sends a spike of heat through Katsuki and his eyes narrow. "No. He's mine."
"I don't mean like that ," she says, exasperated. "I just meant his face. It looks like a marshmallow, so I wanna touch it."
His hands rise to Izuku's waist, gripping him hard and pulling him closer. It feels comforting that Katsuki's inside him right now, with his length sinking deeper into its heat. He instinctively wants to stretch the omega around his knot, tying them together so he can't be taken away: maybe it's classic possessiveness. And suddenly, Izuku's voice comes out suddenly, harsh and grating, like nails on a chalkboard:
"His dick is tiny."
His generals look a bit shocked, all of their eyes on Katsuki right as the corner of his lips twitch up into a small, dangerous smile. The snide comment is humorous at best but he needs to give him credit for having the
nerve to make it in the first place.
"I like this kid," Kaminari decides. Ashido's composure snaps and she laughs at that, but Kirishima is less amused.
"It's not like omegas are any bigger," he says, giving his drink a quick sip.
"You're right," Izuku replies evenly, with piercing eyes now fixed on Katsuki. "But who says I haven't been with other alphas before?"
This time, his words feel like ice water thrown in Katsuki's face as a chill spears right through his heart.
No way.
It's... impossible. He was the firstborn son, the first to conquer, the first to know, the first to hunt, the first to kill. He couldn't give a shit if Izuku was whining about his dick, because he obviously said it to try to piss him off. But Katsuki is always first, and it would be unacceptable if anyone touched Izuku before him.
His eyes instantly flick towards Uraraka. "Is he lying?"
"I... I think so."
"I don't care what you think ," he hisses. "Is he lying or not?"
Her gaze simultaneously feels invasive and vulnerable at the exact same time. "If he told me the truth, then yes he is. But he could have lied to me, which would make what he's saying right possibly true."
No way. No way. No way.
He feels the pull of something strange stirring within him. It's an unpleasant feeling, something that completely slipped his mind from that day in the throne room: sick disgust. Disgust for the corrupted, for himself, for everyone around him staring, staring, staring. They're watching him now, waiting for him to react, waiting for him to say something. The bond is pumping, pulsing, throbbing in his brain. He can't think, he can't breathe.
"Bakugou. "
It's Izuku, and Katsuki moves his gaze towards him. He hadn't realized it in the midst of his stress but the omega had turned around to face him, which also means that his cock had pulled out sometime in the process. It's softening now anyways, especially with all the blood in his head that's fuzzing his vision. Izuku must sense the distinct shift in the bond, because this time he touches him— hands cupping his face, without permission—and Katsuki barely registers how cold they are.
"Bakugou," Izuku says again, his voice quivering as his lips wobble with a forced smile. It's obvious he's swallowing down his fear in favor of a softer approach. Maybe he felt that absolute hatred oozing from Katsuki's pores and he doesn't want to get his neck snapped in the midst of a mood swing. "I... I was just joking, you know? There's no need to get worked up, you were first all along."
Right. Of course he gets it, and he's laughing now. It starts as a soft chuckle that bubbles from his lips but suddenly he realizes he can't catch his breath, and slowly it begins to sound hysterical. Izuku's smile steadily disappears as his expression slowly shifts to one of terror, watching Katsuki laugh until tears roll down his cheeks.
He may have fucked Izuku, but now Izuku is fucking him.
"Mina," Katsuki finally says, shakily collecting his composure once more
after a few deep breaths. "I want you to take Izuku and get rid of him."
While the omega tenses at his words with widened eyes, Ashido just seems excited and completely unfazed from the outburst. She swallows down the rest of her drink and drops the empty bottle on Kirishima's lap.
"Wow, you're dumping this one so soon?" She rubs her hands together evilly. "What do you mean by 'get rid of him'?"
"You're both so creepy sometimes," Kirishima mutters with an eye roll. "You just laughed like a maniac for thirty seconds straight and now you want to kill your mate."
"I don't want to kill him." Katsuki clarifies, pushing Izuku off him. His cock is still wet with slick as precum dribbles from the omega's used hole. "Mina, just drop him at one of the whore houses my men use. Turn him into a comfort omega or something, I don't care what you do."
It takes all of his energy to push away his possessiveness: it gnaws at the edges of his heart but he forces it down as far as he can. He already plans on killing every single soldier who spends the night with him so maybe that will be enough to quell his jealousy.
"W-Wait a second," Izuku stammers as he tries to climb back into his lap. Ashido yanks him back by his hair as he does, letting out a cry when his knees hit the ground. "I was joking! I was just joking, it was—"
"Then consider this a temporary punishment for lying to me. I'll come pick you up
in a month." His lips curl into a snarl, all traces of his previous false affection gone.
"A month?"
"After taking so many knots, you'll be ready to conceive my heir. I don't
really see a problem with it," he says smoothly, tucking his cock back in his trousers. "Uraraka will provide you with medical attention if you need it. Plenty of water too." "You can't throw me in there like I'm some animal! I'm a prince, I'm your mate, I'm a fucking person!" Izuku spits out. He tries to yank himself away from Mina's grip but she's too strong and his energy is too low. "I didn't do anything to deserve this!"
"You lied to me," Katsuki says flatly. "You clawed my eye out and you broke my nose."
"Because you keep violating me!" Izuku snarls in protest. "I told you from the beginning that I only fight back when people hurt me first, so how the world did you think I was going to react?"
Hm... he has a point there. Katsuki chews on the inside of his cheek as he thinks. It's not as if Izuku hadn't given him prior warning, because he did say that. "So if I stop 'violating' you, you'll stop fighting back?"
A flare of anger ripples through the bond. "No, because you've done so much that I can't possibly forgive you. But if we're being honest for once, you don't want me to stop fighting back. You like it when I do."
He can't help the smile that spreads across his face. Izuku is right of course, but he's still very smart for picking these things up so quickly.
"Mina, let him go."
Ashido frowns with disappointment but she obeys without complaint, dropping her grip on his hair. Izuku instinctively tightens the blanket around his frame, falling back on his haunches as Katsuki lowers himself to a crouch.
"What else have you learned about me?" he whispers, catching
Izuku's chin between his forefinger and his thumb to force the omega to meet his gaze.
"You're a sadist. A narcissist," Izuku murmurs. His eyes are just as hard as before, as green as chiseled emeralds. "You get off on hurting people and you get off on hurting me."
Katsuki draws a bit closer, hovering his lips above Izuku's. Fuck, he wants to pin him to the floor and kiss him until he can't breathe. "Anything else?"
"You get this look in your eye whenever you see blood," he continues with a grimace. "I saw it in the throne room. I saw it right before I closed my eyes, when I felt blood dripping down my neck. You're sick in the head and there's something deep in your psyche that's... flawed. Warped. Distorted."
Katsuki knows that Uraraka is staring at him, frozen but watching his reactions. She's been so quiet this entire time that he almost forgot she was there. That happens rather frequently these days but it seems she's taken a certain liking to Izuku. Maybe he reminds her of herself.
"Is that so?" Katsuki finally says.
"I don't know if you were born that way or if something happened that made you... like this." He pauses, his voice softening. "But you're sick, Bakugou."
"So you pity me?"
"No, I don't."
"Oh really? Why?"
Izuku looks away for a moment. The eye contact makes him incoherent sometimes, it seems. "I don't want to say it with everyone watching me." Katsuki hums softly but yields to his request by giving his men a dismissive
flick of his hand. His three generals mumble with disappointment, since they were clearly excited to watch Izuku get squashed like a bug, but Uraraka ushers them both out with a bit of reprimanding. It leaves Katsuki and Izuku alone again. Just the two of them.
"Is that better?" he purrs, and Izuku nods. They're so close and Katsuki silently inhales—it almost feels like he can suck the sweetness from the omega's breath and take it into himself. To have the scent infect his lungs and heart, would it cure him of his 'sickness'? "I hate you, Bakugou." Izuku says, with eyes glassy from the liquor and pupils still blown wide. "I hate you for taking everything away from me. I had a home, I had comfort, I had friends too. But now that's all gone and I'm left with nothing."
"If you weren't born with it, you don't need it." Katsuki's thumb rubs slow, gentle circles along Izuku's cheek. "We come into this world alone. Humans can survive just fine by themselves."
"Is that what you told yourself?"
"For a very long time, yes."
"Yet you still crave my presence," Izuku murmurs, keeping his gaze stoic. "You brought me all this way and I still don't know where you're taking me. Your doctor treated my wounds, she cleaned me while I was unconscious with some rose scented shit. I didn't even smell it until you started trying to screw me again in front of all your friends. Did she do that because you told her to? Or did she do that because she doesn't want you to end up alone, and she thinks that you'll like me more because of it? She really does care about you, doesn't she?"
He said wanted everyone to go but he was only concerned about Uraraka's presence. Instead of singling her out to make it obvious, he had them all leave. Katsuki's lips quirk up into a small smirk as Izuku continues.
"Uraraka understands you. I can tell that she does, because even if you're not looking at her when you're touching me, I am. I see that look on her face that you ignore. She's always so quiet, she flinches so often when you're around, and she always calls you sir. Uraraka was in my position once, wasn't she?"
He's so very attentive. "I didn't lay a hand on her," Katsuki says casually. "It was another alpha."
"Who?"
"I don't remember."
The corner of Izuku's mouth twitches. "You're lying."
"It doesn't really matter if I am." He shrugs and flashes a sly smile. "But I do promise that I wasn't the one who did that to her. She's not my type and I'm not the only asshole in the world."
Izuku narrows his eyes, but somehow, Katsuki knows he believes him. "Uraraka was under the grip of someone as possessive and dangerous as you. It's why she knows you so well and you keep her around even if she doesn't fit in with your other three generals." "You were just waiting to bring this up, weren't you?" Katsuki purrs, licking his lips.
"She watches you like I do, but unlike me, she actually cares about you. I know she wouldn't do that unless you were the one who set her free." Izuku leans even closer, so close now that Katsuki's heart begins to pound in his chest. He feels like a giddy child with a puppy crush. "I don't know if what you did for her was out of the kindness of your heart. I seriously doubt it, because your soul is black and void. But if I were there that day, I would have gutted that alpha just like you did, senseless violence and all. If he's anything like you I wouldn't even hesitate."
"That's very sexy of you." Fuck, he's starting to get a little hard. That look in Izuku's eye always gets to him and right now he's so unbearably horny.
"It's why I can't pity you, Bakugou." Izuku growls, squeezing his hands into tight fists. "As much as I hate you, there are parts of you that I empathize with. They're parts of you that I can understand in a strange, twisted way, and I really wish I didn't. But if I pity those darker parts of you, I'd be pitying the darker parts of myself, and I'm not fond of self pity."
"I think that makes sense," he replies with a shit-eating grin. "I have to admit that I'm impressed, though. You prove time and time again that you have beauty and brains."
The omega looks away with a scoff. "You don't even care that your own mate wants to kill you."
"It's not that I don't care, I just find it incredibly arousing." Katsuki palms himself through his pants with a soft purr but it's not enough, so he begins to unbuckle his trousers. "You get it, don't you?"
Izuku keeps his eyes off him, actively trying to ignore the obvious thick scent that fills the air. "No, not really."
Katsuki shrugs and lowers his head to the crook of the omega's neck, nuzzling the scent gland. It's hot now that an alpha's close and it smells so good: spices, heat, but also a tang of sweetness. He lets out a quiet moan as he starts to stroke his cock from base to tip, twisting his grip and squeezing a bit tighter in the places he likes.
Izuku .
Katsuki presses his lips against the scent gland and it responds to his touch, aching with heat. A soft sigh escapes the omega's lips—he probably can't
help how it feels when Katsuki's tongue runs over the raised bit of flesh, teeth toying with the edges—and he leans into his touch slightly.
Izuku. Izuku. Izuku.
Pleasure melts his insides, turning his brain to mush and fogging over his thoughts, sending shocks up and down every nerve he has. He thinks of a blade—that's what the prince would kill him with, right?—twisting into his flesh, wrenching itself in his back, no, his stomach so he can look him in the eyes when the life starts to leave his body. Those cruel eyes, defiant eyes, strong eyes staring him down, even in death.
Izuku. Izuku. Izuku. Izuku. Izuku. Izuku—
His hips shudder and he gives a keening moan, sinking his teeth into the omega's neck and sucking against the scent gland as he cums. It isn't hard but it's rough enough to make Izuku groan, and fuck that's hot to listen to. White ropes shoot from the tip and paint the carpet with seed as Katsuki's cock jumps in his grip, twitching when it's squeezed. He came a bit fast but he couldn't help it: he had Izuku's wet walls clinging his cock for a full fifteen minutes or so beforehand, and everything piled on top of that pushed him over the edge. It takes a bit for him to ease off of his climax but once he does, he licks at the bite wound to heal it a bit before letting his lips travel up Izuku's neck.
"You're wonderful," Katsuki whispers against his jaw, planting soft kisses along the curve. "Everything about you is just so perfect, it's hard to believe you exist."
The omega doesn't reply, numbly staring straight ahead in a failed attempt to ignore the alpha cum all over his blanket. But it's okay, Katsuki doesn't mind his unresponsiveness.
Izuku is a fascinating enigma, and he can't wait to take him apart from the inside.