Chapter 7
Izuku is slowly becoming the most difficult opponent Katsuki has ever faced.
Admittedly, he has very little experience with dissociation. There have been times when he's broken alpha minds to the point where he might as well have just scooped the brains out of their skull because they become so vacant and empty that they're like dolls. Sweet and delicate porcelain ones, so fragile that they shatter the second he drops them. But Izuku is different and Katsuki can't tell if he's frustrated, confused, or impressed with the development.
It only took moments for him to realize that Izuku wasn't occupying his body anymore. There's a certain feel to him that can be sensed in the bond and it was instead replaced with some sort of black hole of hunger, swallowing everything Katsuki has to offer. Even when the alpha pushed through the bond to rip Izuku out of his mental confines, the barrier was too thick to breach and Izuku—or Deku, technically—passed out. He expected Izuku would return once he woke up but instead, Deku remained for the next few days.
Katsuki doesn't know what else to call this side of the omega because he seems to only respond to that name. Deku operates on instinct alone and, unlike Izuku, he seems to forget things rather quickly. Maybe it's because certain parts of the brain are highlighted when he's active and memory doesn't seem to be one of them. Instead, it seems like his primary motivation is to fulfill each and every single one of the alpha's needs at any given time. It's almost as if Izuku resisted and suppressed the omega side of his brain to the point where it manifested as an entirely separate state of mind.
Izuku is ridiculously stubborn and he refuses to buckle beneath Katsuki's weight. It's irritating but also very admirable: Izuku is the conscious, alpha part
of him while Deku is the subconscious, omega part of him. Katsuki theorizes that it's some sort of mental rift that began to develop because Izuku's identity must be tied to his alpha status and it can't be pried from his hands. He's so attached to the concept that he can't even accept his biology or his natural place beneath Katsuki.
Deku, on the other hand, is much more compliant. He leans into the alpha's touch and purrs constantly—it didn't take long for Katsuki to figure out that Deku is incapable of speech—and he's much less quiet than Izuku. While Izuku would outright ignore Katsuki most of the time, staring vacantly at the floor or curling up in the corner of the tent, Deku goes out of his way to whine and whimper and climb on top of Katsuki's lap at any given moment. It was irritating at first but eventually Katsuki found it a bit endearing: Izuku and Deku are two extremes of the same person,
and whether Katsuki likes it or not, they both technically belong to him. While he might appreciate Izuku's fire much more, Deku is rather calming to be around and he obeys commands without question.
That includes sucking Katsuki off as well. He wanted to see if Deku was really that desperate to please him, and although it was technically an experiment, Deku has proved to be quite receptive. Once the omega latches his mouth onto a dick it's actually difficult to get him off: Deku's enamored with the alpha's cock, giving it slow strokes with his hand as he lets his tongue slide over each pulsing vein. He has no gag reflex—Katsuki can only assume that the omega part of his brain suppressed it entirely—and the way he moans around his cock feels absolutely blissful. When Katsuki finally comes, Deku swallows every drop of alpha seed with hungry, glazed eyes.
Another wonderful advantage to Deku is how he lets Katsuki touch him. He whimpers quietly when Katsuki rubs his nipples, squeezing them until they harden and deepen in color like tiny rosebuds. Whenever the alpha wishes to slide his hands up Deku's thighs, the omega spreads them with ease and it's
often accompanied by his hole dribbling with a bit of slick. Katsuki adores his legs: they're toned and lean, chiseled with muscle. All omegas he's met and fucked have supple, plush thighs that are wonderful for grabbing and squeezing, but at the end of the day, it's impossible to resist how attractive and mouth-watering Deku's look. His biceps are the same— a bit stocky and muscular due to his short stature—and every time Katsuki lays eyes on them, he's reminded just how lucky he is to have this particular omega as his mate.
After a few days, however, Izuku finally returns. Katsuki senses him through the bond and when he enters the tent, the omega is curled up in the pile of blankets and facing away from him. He shies away from Katsuki's touch instead of chasing it, avoiding the alpha as much as possible again. Whenever Katsuki asks him questions, Izuku doesn't reply. He gets the same empty stare and he's starting to wonder if he broke Izuku like a toy.
But at the same time, that conclusion just... doesn't seem correct. There's something within the bond that piques Katsuki's interest: despite the vacancy, he feels a shifting sensation. It's like Izuku's energy has evolved but he can't put his finger on it. Not exactly, and it causes a certain unease to coil in Katsuki's chest.
Up until now Katsuki has been able to use the bond to his advantage, but admittedly it's the type of thing that's under the omega's power. He never thought there would be an issue with that as long as Izuku denied being an omega entirely—since that would probably mean he couldn't harness that ability, despite being more receptive to the bond—but something doesn't seem right about the situation ever since Izuku returned. Maybe he's planning an escape.
If so, Katsuki needs to keep him closer than ever.
The alpha has been hunting almost nonstop over the last week or two in an
effort to collect enough food to keep them both going on the trek through the forest. In fact, he's becoming a bit interested in how to trigger Deku's presence. It would make traveling much easier since they need to catch up with the army—the Todoroki kingdom is only a few weeks away on foot so his men should be getting there soon—and they will probably be waiting for his command. Katsuki moves much faster than the rest of his men because he's agile and his stamina is probably greater than his entire frontline combined, so he estimates that his own journey should take about a week.
And speaking of time, he really does regret ripping Izuku open during sex. It tore his walls so bad that whenever Katsuki pushes his fingers inside to check the healing process, he can quite literally feel the loose tissue. In the meantime, though, he figures that relaxing with Izuku in the hot springs nearby before they leave would be a good idea. The heat would probably help relax his muscles and it would be nice to spend some quality time as mates before pillaging the next kingdom and burning it to the ground.
The springs are surrounded by small boulders, patches of grass, and towering trees that rise to the sky. Steam rises from the water as Katsuki leans back against the edge of the pool, groaning as the tension seeps from his muscles. Izuku, on the other hand, rests his head close to Katsuki's chest and he stares into the depths of the clear, blue water. He's quiet as usual and Katsuki almost wishes he would talk more, but he supposes that Izuku is justified in his silence.
The omega has been slowly adjusting to his new life and at this rate it will only be a matter of time until he submits completely, with or without Deku. Katsuki is smart and he'll find a way to make Izuku retain memory during sex instead of switching to Deku. Hell, he can imagine it now: Izuku's legs spread open wide as he sobs from pleasure, moaning as Katsuki knots him for the third or fourth or maybe even fifth time. Izuku will finally understand how good it feels to accept his place beneath an alpha, submitting completely and allowing himself to be filled with pups.
"Bakugou?"
Hearing Izuku's voice for the first time in a few days surprises Katsuki, and to be honest, it sounds a bit softer than he remembers.
"Yes?"
Izuku glances back down at the water. "We're packing up to go somewhere, right?"
"You must have noticed the bags," he murmurs, cupping Izuku's face and stroking his cheek with his thumb. The omega shies away from his touch but Katsuki doesn't bother forcing him to meet his eyes. "After we relax for a bit, I was planning on taking down the tent so we could start traveling."
"Where are we going?"
"Another kingdom that I want to conquer."
Izuku stays silent for a few moments, thinking before he speaks. "You can't be the only one ruling the empire, then."
Katsuki cocks his head with interest. "What makes you say that?"
"You're right when you said that I didn't trade or interact with other nations," Izuku says slowly, as if he's choosing his words carefully. "But that doesn't mean that I've never heard things about you from rumors that carry across the sea. The way your army moves, your battle sense, the micromanagement... if you're a prince who places so much emphasis on the military, then who runs things on the homefront?"
He may be an omega but he does understand the complexities of ruling a nation, so it's only natural that he would begin to wonder these sorts of things. "The kingdom is mine but my mother maintains things at the capital as I add new territories under our family name."
"If your empire has a queen then wouldn't that put her in complete control?"
"Technically it should, but not in this case." "How come?" It's been a while since the last time Izuku spoke to him, and now that Katsuki thinks about it, he doesn't think that Izuku has ever initiated casual conversation. It doesn't make sense for him to be talkative all of a sudden and it is a bit suspicious, but he temporarily pushes it aside. He misses Izuku's voice, after all.
"I killed my father and took the throne for myself," Katsuki replies with a shrug.
The cold, impersonal response makes Izuku blink back surprise. "You murdered your father?"
"It's really not a big deal."
"Of course it's a big deal. He was your father and you killed him."
"We didn't see eye to eye on some things." Or a lot of things, a voice in the back of his mind chimes in. "His death didn't affect me much since we weren't very close. He was like a stranger and it made it hard to care about him."
"But even if you didn't have a good relationship, he was still your father," Izuku murmurs, gaze shifting to the side. "How did your mother react?"
Katsuki has to think back for a moment because honestly, nothing about the situation was very memorable. "I think she was expecting it. Our family situation was getting tense and each interaction felt more abrasive than the next. Eventually it got to the point where my father just felt more like a nuisance than a benefit."
Izuku stares, looking much more stunned than Katuski initially expected. Maybe Izuku's relationship with his parents was much more different so he just can't relate, or maybe the thought of his own father possibly being murdered has him a bit shocked. Either way, the look on his face is starting to get irritating.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Katsuki asks with a grimace. "There's nothing to be shaken up about."
"I just don't understand how you can do that to your father... and your mother barely reacted to it as well. It feels unreal." Izuku turns away, staring off into the depths of the water. His eyes feel full of something, though Katsuki isn't sure what. "Did he hurt you at all?"
What, would that make it more justified or something? "He was weak and holding the kingdom back. That's all. After he died, I've expanded and made so much progress so I think it's justified."
Izuku rubs his eyes with slight irritation. "That's not how it works." "What do you
mean?" "He was your father. You can't just kill your parent over something like that, no matter how bad they are, no matter how much better your kingdom is without him. Family is family. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"I told you that he was practically a stranger to me," he replies coolly. "The
same used to go for my mother, but we've actually grown a bit closer over the last few years. Besides, it's been a long time since it's happened."
"How long?"
"About six years." "And how old are you now?"
"Twenty four."
The omega's eyes widen with surprise. "You were eighteen when you killed him?"
"That sounds about right." It really doesn't feel that long though, and being reminded of the fact that he's over two decades old makes him feel like he's on the brink of a midlife crisis.
Izuku, however, looks thoughtful as he processes the new information. Katsuki loves watching him think and he's satisfied with the fact that Izuku is asking questions about his life, since it means he's probably trying to get to know him. The thought fills him with warmth and he absentmindedly begins combing his fingers through the omega's wet hair, pushing the strands to the side. Izuku frowns a little but since there isn't much room for him to go anywhere, it leaves him no choice but to let the alpha to groom him without trouble.
"You like politics, don't you?" Katsuki comments smoothly, hoping to drag the topic on a bit longer. "I'm guessing that's why you wanted to know about the empire's government in the first place."
Izuku's gaze softens a bit—he seems relieved that the tension has been broken at least a little—but he still keeps his eyes down. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious."
"You can find out more, if you like."
"I think that conversation might get a little boring for you."
"I highly doubt it," Katsuki begins as he flashes a wolfish grin, "and I'm willing to share the information as long as I get something in return."
Izuku pauses for a moment and Katsuki thinks that he might completely outright reject the idea with silent protest, but to his surprise the omega actually responds.
"I'm guessing you want me to talk about myself," he says slowly, tone steady with caution.
"If I tell you about my family, it's only natural that I learn more about yours," Katsuki purrs. "I'm a big fan of equality, and I think an equal exchange of information would be beneficial for us both."
Izuku seems irritated by his words, immediately grimacing. "Is that so?"
"Of course." "What's keeping me from lying about everything and feeding you entirely false information?"
"Aren't you a big fan of equality as well?"
"I think we're far past these kinds of discussions, Bakugou." Izuku actually meets his eyes this time and despite their hardness, they do seem a bit more tired than before. "I really don't understand how you think I can just talk about myself after you've done so much to hurt me."
"Sometimes you must be cruel to be kind," Katsuki says, tucking a wet lock of hair behind Izuku's ear. "If I said I was sorry I'd be lying. Once our pups are born, you'll understand why all this pain was necessary."
Izuku narrows his eyes. Now that angry defiance is back and Katsuki relishes how full the bond feels. The emptiness was getting tiring. "None of this is necessary," Izuku growls. "Hurting me and treating me like this wasn't anything I deserved."
That's... unexpected. Katsuki was counting on a different outcome: Izuku was supposed to think that the punishments were his own fault due to his pride and his tendency to lash out, but if anything, he pushes the blame elsewhere.
Why?
Katsuki wipes a water droplet off Izuku's cheek with his thumb. "I'm acting this way because you're misbehaving. If you were submissive and compliant then this wouldn't be happening."
"I can't be submissive," Izuku protests, "I'm an alpha. I was born and raised to be one. You can't just force me to be someone I'm not."
Not this bullshit again. Katsuki gives a bored sigh and Izuku's eyes flare with a deeper frustration.
"This is why we can never actually talk," Izuku continues, clenching his jaw. "I've told you that I don't want your damn hands on me and you touch me anyways. I've told you that I don't fight unless you force yourself on me, and then when you do exactly that, you act like I'm the one at fault for my retaliation. Now you want me to talk about myself, and for what? You're not even going to listen to half of what I say and you'll ignore the parts about me that don't benefit you. That's why you forced yourself on me yesterday. You refuse to listen to me when I tell you that I'm not an omega."
Katsuki is about to correct him because no, that happened four days ago, but he remembers Izuku's sense of time is distorted from Deku's recent presence. If he has no idea that Deku exists then it'd be best not to disclose that information until later.
Sinking deeper into the water, he groans and rolls his head back as the bones in his neck audibly pop. Izuku is a pain in the ass but as he begins to sound progressively angrier, Katsuki can't help the giddiness that rises in his chest. It's kind of exciting.
"You heard what Uraraka said: when your heat finally comes and you conceive, you'll need to be stretched out or else having the pups will kill you. That's why I'm trying to have sex with you right now."
Izuku curls his hands into shaky fists. He's aggravated now and his emotions erratically spike through the bond, which feels so much different than his prior emptiness. "I don't want to conceive, I don't want pups, and I especially don't want any sex with you. Why can't you understand that?"
"I do understand," Katsuki says as he tries to hold back a lazy eye roll. "I think the problem here is that you can't accept that you're an omega even when it's blatantly obvious. You practically reek of the scent, you're constantly dripping everywhere, and whenever I slide my dick inside you start whining like a bitch in heat."
"I'm an alpha," Izuku hisses through grit teeth. "I am what I am and you can't change that."
How feisty. His eyes burn like coals and Katsuki finds them hypnotizing and beautiful. Just moments ago he was soft and quiet and now that signature rage has returned at full force. Izuku is so unique and defiant and gorgeous... but ultimately this denial just isn't practical.
A shit-eating grin crosses Katsuki's lips and he suddenly lunges forward to grip Izuku's wrists and yank him forward on his lap. Fear spikes through the bond and Izuku flinches hard, trying to pull away with a high-pitched terrified noise but Katsuki drags him closer to his chest with a deep growl. There's
still anger present but the sudden movement spooked him and Katsuki can feel Izuku's pulse drumming rapidly against his grip.
"You get scared so easily," Katsuki remarks with a sharp laugh. "What happened to being such a strong, brave alpha?"
Izuku's eyes harden but he's fearful and the scent oozes from his pores. There's rage but also intense dread as well and Katsuki bets that's why he's been so alert and attentive. Hypervigilant, by true definition. Uraraka suffers from the same thing which is why she hadn't slept for several nights after he took her in. Even now she's constantly jumpy and nervous.
Katsuki scans Izuku's body with his eyes, purring hungrily. After going off suppressants, his body has been becoming more omega-like by the day: there's a second scent gland rising from the other side of his neck, his pupils are naturally dilating whenever Katsuki draws near, and his walls have been stretching out to accommodate his fingers whenever he checks the wound.
Speaking of that...
"I need to make sure you're not getting infected," Katsuki murmurs, tipping his head to the side. "You've got a pretty nasty tear in your inner wall lining, so don't move too much as I take a look."
Izuku hisses and yanks away the split second Katsuki lets go of his wrist. "Don't you dare touch me."
"If you get an infection, you'll die you know."
"It'll be your fault for doing this to me."
Katsuki inches close to Izuku's face, the omega's pulse immediately drumming even quicker against his palm. "It's in your best interest to stay still and let me take care of you, or else I'll drag you out of the water, force you against the
ground, and fuck you until you're sobbing and begging me to stop."
Izuku's eyes widen a bit and anxiety pumps through the bond. He's obviously much more fearful of sex than before—"do your fucking worst" was initially very bold of him—and it only takes Katsuki a few moments to connect the dots. If Izuku has no memory of what happened last time then he must be terrified of it happening again. Being stripped of recollection can probably be a little traumatizing.
Katsuki's hand travels down the omega's thigh to cup his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. A sharp, bitter growl escapes Izuku's lips but instead of lashing out, he props himself up his other arm resting on the boulder beside Katsuki. Threats might prove to make Izuku easier to cooperate with after all. He purrs with approval, rubbing the tip of his finger against Izuku's hole before slowly it slipping inside. To his disappointment, the omega seems even tighter before: his walls clamp like a vice around his finger and it takes a few pumping strokes to really get him producing slick. Even then, it doesn't seem like as much as before.
After some dedicated searching, he feels the tear right along the inside of the thin lining that expands whenever a knot is lodged inside. Izuku jumps suddenly and sucks in a breath as Katsuki presses a bit harder into it, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.
"Does that hurt?" Katsuki asks.
Izuku squirms with discomfort and grits his teeth. "No, I just don't like how it feels."
It seems like it ripped the elasticity in a very ugly way but he doubts it'll scar, especially if it's constantly hydrated by Izuku's slick. Omegas tend to recover from those sorts of wounds very easily due to the constant moisture and preservation of the womb. As long as he doesn't move around too much, the tear probably won't be an issue in the
long run.
However, if he's developing more omega traits then what about the sweet spot? Is it more sensitive than before?
Katsuki slides his finger deeper, pumping away at Izuku's insides with slow, patient strokes. When he opens up a little bit more, the alpha adds a second finger and pushes them past the prostate to reach a few more inches in. It takes some time but he finds the spot again and curls both fingers inwards, drawing a hitch in Izuku's breath. The omega gives an involuntary noise and his hips shudder, sinking down until Katsuki is knuckle deep inside of him.
There it is: just a little beyond the prostate he feels a swollen, raised bit of tissue that's soft and especially smooth to the touch. It's gotten even larger over the last few days though perhaps it's Deku's previous brain chemistry doing the work. As Katsuki rubs it in slow circles, more and more slick oozes from hole and drools around his fingers. Omega scent begins rolling off him in waves and fuck, it tastes damn intoxicating.
"Your sweet spot is swelling so much and soon enough sex is going to feel really, really good for you," he whispers against Izuku's ear, fingering him lazily. "They regulate omega brain chemistry so whenever you feel bad, you can just get fucked. Maybe it'll even get to the point where your brain can't even process endorphins if you're not filled with cock."
Izuku chokes out a noise between a sob and a moan as Katsuki hushes him softly, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Tears catch on his lashes before rolling down his face, obvious panic starting to rise in his chest as he swallows down quick, shallow breaths.
"Don't cry, you're being such a good boy," Katsuki purrs, pressing his lips against Izuku's cheek to give him a small peck. "This is exactly how things are supposed to be."
He shakes his head and presses the heels of his palms against his eyes to calm down. His body trembles violently as Katsuki quickens his strokes, and another exhausted sob slips from his lips accompanied by...
... laughter?
Katsuki cocks his head as Izuku's shoulders wrack with broken giggles, as if he's so impossibly defeated that he can't help but laugh and cry at the same time. He curls in on himself a bit and wraps a hand around his wrist to stop shaking, though it doesn't really help much. For a second Katsuki thinks that Izuku might have actually lost his mind, but there's something solid and stable that surfaces in the bond that he hadn't noticed before. Izuku meets his gaze, eyes glassy with tears but hard as iron and as sharp as the deadliest weapon Katsuki has ever touched. They're smoldering and unforgiving, the darker flecks blending into his dilated pupils blown so wide that they fill his irises to the brim.
It's fucking chilling.
"I have no intention of becoming your whore, Bakugou." There's a tremble to Izuku's voice that's all too easy to hear but something about it makes the blood freeze in his veins. Katsuki is about to say something but the grip Izuku has around his own wrist suddenly tightens at once, and he twists it suddenly until a jarring, audible snap splits the air.
At first Katsuki's brain lags with confusion but his thoughts quickly scatter as a blinding, hot spike of pain races down his arm, yanking his hand away from Izuku with a surprised shriek. The bond pulses in his brain as Izuku's pain transfers into him, building, building, building in his wrist until the pressure feels like his own wrist has broken. He snarls through grit teeth as he clutches it tightly but it's no use: the burning hot sensation feels like it's under his skin, in his blood, in his bones, ready to burst.
The omega bitch sacrificed his fucking arm just to use the bond offensively.
Katsuki has broken limbs before but no, this is different, this is bad, bad, bad. Izuku's amplifying and magnifying the pain through the bond and he can hear himself screaming, hell he can feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes and he never cries. It feels like the worst wound he's ever gotten in his life multiplied by ten, and as dark mist starts to obscure his vision, he steals a quick glance up at Izuku only to see a fist coming on Katsuki's left.
The alpha snarls and instinctively reacts, lashing out to block the blow but something in his brain clicks.
Katsuki's left is Izuku's right.
Izuku drew his sword from his left in the throne room.
He's left handed.
He's left handed.
He's left handed—
This is a feint.
By the time Katsuki turns to block the other side, he catches the glimpse of a large, sharp stone sailing towards the side of his neck. Izuku must have fished it from the water's depths while they were talking about their fucking problems, or maybe while Katsuki was checking the wound. Either way it's too late, he knows he's far, far too late and the excruciating pain in his wrist only lags his dexterity further. Without hesitation, he throws his arm up to block the attack as a last resort to keep himself two steps from death.
The stone slices right through the center of Katsuki's hand, piercing straight through with the most sickening shredding noise.
A raw scream tears from his throat and slices through the air as his entire arm jumps with involuntary, erratic tremors. He grips his wrist tightly to stabilize it but his vision is already blacking out as his ears ring with shock. In fact, he feels his chest seizing up and he clutches it as his heart skips a couple beats, his brain struggling to process the pain that throbs and pulses up his arm in blinding flashes of heat.
Blinking back the tunnel vision, he lets out another angry shriek as he claws his way out of the water, dragging himself away from Izuku and onto the banks of the hot springs. His entire arm won't stop fucking spasming and he's snarling from the burning agony that spreads down from the wound. After a few moments, a giddy laugh bubbles from his lips and tears roll down his cheeks as he feels his cock throb between his legs: he's rock hard from the pain and honestly, at this point he's not even surprised.
When the black spots let up on his vision, Katsuki finally catches a blurry glimpse of his hand. The rock went right through the center of his palm and it's embedded there. If he rips it out, he knows he'll undoubtedly bleed to death. Hell, there's so much blood right now that it's completely soaked his hand and it's running down his arm. The raw, frayed edges of the wound pulse with numbness and Katsuki assumes it's the adrenaline keeping him from feeling the full extent of the pain.
"You're lucky I didn't kill you, but judging from the shape your hand is in, you'll probably die from infection anyways."
A shadow looms over him and Katsuki glances upwards: his vision is still distorted but he makes out a fuzzy image of Izuku standing above with the alpha's red cloak wrapped around his wet, trembling body. His wrist is bent at
an awkward angle but it seems as if Izuku's pain tolerance is so high, he can afford to pay little attention to the injury.
Since when did any posh prince have the guts to break their own fucking bones?
"Fucking omega bitch," Katsuki snarls hoarsely. His throat aches from his previous screaming but he can't bring himself to care. "You won't last a day out in the wilderness with that wrist, you spoiled sheltered fuck."
Izuku's eyes are piercing and cold, staring into his soul as he speaks. "I'll find a way if it means getting away from you."
Rage pumps through Katsuki's blood and a deep, heavy growl rises in his chest. This omega is such an insufferable fucking bitch and Katsuki wants nothing more than to wrap his hands around his pathetic little throat, choking him and crushing his fucking trachea. He wants to hurt Izuku so, so badly and the intrusive violent thoughts make his body quiver with arousal.
"You'll fucking pay for this," Katsuki purrs hungrily, an edge to his voice. "When I get my goddamn hands on you again you'll regret being an ungrateful little whore. I'll pump you full of cum and break you like the shitty slut you are, fucking you every damn hour if it means making you suffer."
Izuku pales at his words but keeps his gaze cool and focused. He doesn't reply this time however, stepping away from Katsuki to leave the bloody scene behind.
"Did you fucking hear me? I said I'm going to destroy you! I'm going to fucking kill you!" His voice becomes progressively louder and louder as his body trembles with fury. "I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you're a mute fucking omega whore! I swear on my dead father's fucking body I will find you no matter how far you run, no matter where you go, and I will drag you back to fucking Hell!"
But Izuku doesn't listen, and the last Katsuki sees of him is the deep red cloak disappearing into the darkness of the underbrush. The alpha lets out a frustrated scream as he pounds the ground with his free fist, snarling with anger as he rolls over in an attempt to drag himself towards the direction Izuku went. As his hand bleeds out, he begins to feel so dizzy that his body weakens more and more by the second.
Izuku read me like a fucking book. Not just that, but it was all a calculation to escape.
His chest tightens and he feels his breaths becoming labored, shallow and panicked. Izuku had successfully distracted him, tricked him, and won against him. Everything happened so fast and it felt so unexpected, but now Katsuki is wasting away and losing so much blood that the forest spins around him. Smudges of darkness close in on the scope of his vision as he lays still for what feels like hours.
What if another alpha finds Izuku? What if he goes into heat and he's bred before Katsuki can fuck him? What if he dies in the forest and the Midoriya bloodline ends there? Katsuki's head feels hollow
and dizzy as he glances towards his hand to be met with the sight of a small, growing puddle of fresh blood. His brain feels too shocked to consciously keep track of how much he's lost—he'd guess it's about two or three pints—but his entire arm feels cold and he can't move his fingers no matter how hard he tries. He can't even move his body because he feels moments away from passing out: the second he actually tries to stand, he knows he'll collapse.
Izuku probably made his way to the tent and took all of the supplies for himself, considering he's smarter than the average fucking idiot. That means no medicine, no food, no water. Katsuki is days away from reaching any of his generals and his hand won't stop bleeding out.
Another wild laugh slips out of him because fuck, he can't help how fucking shitty this situation is. If Izuku's prediction ends up being right about the infection, his hand will have to get cut off. He has no access to medical attention so he might lose his practiced coordination entirely. On top of it all, he has to find a way to drag Izuku back before his men think of him as a joke for losing to an omega. He can't deal with a fucking rebellion right now just because some asshole subordinates perceive him to be weak.
That's even assuming he lives long enough for any of that to happen. What if he dies here? What if this is truly how it ends? This would be the most anticlimactic, slow death to ever experience and that thought alone makes him want to retch.
Smudges of color start to slowly consume his surroundings while the rest of his body drifts into a numb freefall, and as the world fades to darkness around him, he's barely conscious enough to sense the presence of someone familiar scooping him up in their arms.
Chapter End Notes
Izuku practically has zero chance of successfully landing a blow on Bakugou without using the bond to catch him off guard, especially considering that Bakugou is extremely combat-centric. Snapping his wrist and transferring the pain over just felt very canon compliant to me, especially since BNHA!Izuku has no qualms about breaking his arms in the manga so I just carried at factor over here.
One of the main things I'm worried about for this fic is how much plot there is in comparison to the smut. This started out as a horny story which makes me wonder if the majority of people are reading for the sex scenes, and if so, they might get bored with how I write out the rest of the psychological dynamics
between Izuku and Bakugou. Please tell me what you think about the way the story is progressing in the comments, because I don't want this story to be irritating for anyone who came for the smut only to be met with lots of written trauma and an expansion of plot. I mean I